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write a song like Yung Lean They wanna stuff me in the jet like El Chapo

They wanna stuff me in the jet like El Chapo They wanna kill me cause Im gloing like El Capo A hunnid blue grand, I count it up pronto A hunnid bricks stuffed up in the Bronco If you wanna meet me, meet me at the Texaco We call that lil spot, Lil fucking Mexico We get the money, spend the money just to let you know Im all about my guap, I need my fucking pesos Im in the meeting, Im in the meeting like the fucking case closed Im the boss nigga I aint got no payroll Blood on my Margielas, nigga fuck your booster Im Glo Gang bitch, Im the fuckin truth When I was young as hell, I used to have a Boost Mobile I was chirpin servin, I thought I was too grown I got locked up then I bond out Back up on the block, now its my time now They wanna stuff me in the jet like El Chapo They wanna kill me cause Im gloing like El Capo A hunnid blue grand, I count it up pronto A hunnid bricks stuffed up in the Bronco I want a black Hummer, riding with my boys in space Shout out my accountant, she got super duper taste She love the money, count it up, real quick like a race I dont drink no alcohol, so I dont make mistakes My own private Idaho, Im flying through gates I was at the pearly gates, but it wasnt my time Out in Kyoto, man I stayed on my grind I wanted to love you for my whole fucking life M-m-m-Margielas on me right now So high that I cant get down Spider on my arm, man Im iced out with no lights out I dont fall in love bitch, Im balling in the club bitch Sherm just bought 6 bottles so you know we don give a fuck bitch They wanna stuff me in the jet like El Chapo They wanna kill me cause Im gloing like El Capo A hunnid blue grand, I count it up pronto A hunnid bricks stuffed up in the Bronco

write a song like Yung Lean Im a rockstar, cowboy in the dark

Im a rockstar, cowboy in the dark Im a rockstar, cowboy in the dark Im a rockstar, cowboy in the dark Im a rockstar Cowboy in the dark If I live now wouldnt change a thing When you take this is for take my skin Insects on my skin I wont be back again Its mine its mine I see the light at the very end Lost in paradise I want the snakes crawling Holding on to you as I keep walking Looked into an angels eyes I saw her grin Keep my dogs and send me in a box with them with this evil twin Im chasing my own tail and you lives again What I do for you I cant describe this I see lights around me, I see foreign winds Ima buy cake for you Ima buy cake for you Married to the money with no wedding ring I see the sky falling, see ghosts again I see ravens flying south caught up in the wind Caught up in the wind Caught up in the wind Im a rockstar, Im a cowboy in the dark Im a rockstar, cowboy in the dark Im a rockstar, cowboy in the dark Im a rockstar, cowboy in the dark

write a song like Yung Lean Have found friends by a grave

Have found friends by a grave Drinking a beer and the day is still here I go out and buy food Buying cigarettes and calling a plug Hear a choir sing so happily Thinking, Now Ill buy a cat Driving down the E4, doing speed In a park playing chess The fog disappears, the fog disappears I take percocets, no demands I was a slave, to my love, a slave With you its a perfect day Perfect day A perfect day A perfect day Disappears, disappears, disappears I take the red line to Norsborg No Fluoxetine, no sorrow Your bra lies on my floor The time is almost twelve oclock Making coffee, listening to the radio Sitting on my balcony Drinking coffee out of a thermos In the woods Perfect day A perfect day A perfect day Disappears, disappears, disappears

write a song like Yung Lean I been walkin down Elm Street, just you and me

I been walkin down Elm Street, just you and me Chainsaws lighter running scene soon to see Grapefruits great by the trees that moves to me Like Nosferatu, you take my love and move in me Take my blood and take my youth with me Cigarette burns and blue light on the whiskey trees You gave up some time ago but I still chase dreams in me Take my blood and take my youth with me Whos the man with the sapphire eyes Who used to watch me in my room at night? Spider arms, black teeth and eyes Make me wanna kill em all somehow Whos the man with the sapphire eyes Who used to watch me in my room late at night? Spider arms, black teeth and eyes Make me wanna kill em all somehow Somehow, somehow Somehow, somehow Somehow, somehow Somehow, somehow Somehow, somehow Somehow, somehow Somehow, somehow Somehow, somehow Somehow, somehow Somehow, somehow Made me wanna kill em all somehow Made me wanna kill em all somehow

write a song like Yung Lean Evil empire, shattered dreams, we built an empire

Evil empire, shattered dreams, we built an empire Open up your mind, dollar signs can get higher A martyr, Im a jester and a mad man when I retire No, Im not your friend stop poppin up like Cheshire Alice Wonderland, my life was dull, I had to send higher Through hustles and fights, no handouts and no spare tires Evil friends, yeah, we makin Ms poppin Percs and droppin gems Roll up with six skeleton, these boys shaky like gelatin Grandfather Lean , Im venomous Jil Sander sweatеr, yellow propellers We bleedin from our eyes forever, yeah Im with all my fellas, hatin feathers Black sky, all I see is terror Had to sit down, write a long letter, write a long letter Got mutant powers, you know that Im the X-Man Pop a X, man, she calls me a yes man Everything I do, I gotta do it better than Nobody seems to trust me like a dog amongst men Gotta cut you off, more money, less friends Float upon the pen, nightcrawling in the wind Pineapple Fanta, two pills and blue dreams Mango flowers on the marble floor Alone at the table, what you cryin for? Medieval swords, last standing like war Civil place and civil storm, pills all on the kitchen door La-last at the party, Ill still ask for more She put me in a taxi, threw her desk right up on the floor Evil empire, shattered dreams, we built an empire Open up your mind, dollar signs can get higher A martyr, Im a jester and a mad man when I retire No, Im not your friend stop poppin up like Cheshire Alice Wonderland, my life was dull, I had to send higher fight, no handouts and no spare tires Evil friends, yeah, we makin Ms poppin Percs and droppin gems Roll up with six skeleton, these boys shaky like gelatin Grandfather Lean , Im venomous Haha Sadboys Blue Summer Big Woesum in the cut

write a song like Yung Lean Gave your bitch lip lock

A-a-a-a-all or nothing Gave your bitch lip lock Pull up rocking Reebok My boys with me Td up Cheese up, eat up Rocking neon G shocks Clean rocks, polo on my green socks Ran out but I red up Gave your bitch lip lock Pull up rocking Reebok My boys with me Td up Cheese up, eat up Rocking neon G shocks Clean rocks, polo on my green socks Ran out but I red up G-L-O Ill freeze ya Yeah well heat ya Pull up on your block and beat ya Treat ya, meet ya Beat ya with a mop or two Pull up on you with a Glock or three Ch-ch-ch-chop at you, who ya fuck you talking to Bs up, Cs up and Im double Gd up I dont fuck with Gs though Hit em with the fa-he-cha Hit his ass with nina I dont think he want no smoke Smoke him like a good dope Pack of that strong-strong Bitch Im feeling gleechie Feel like Im Big Meechie Tell a bitch give me tee-tee That I gotta see-see See where Im gonna get this green B These cheese be Me and Yung Lean pull up with choppers Blow up your fee-fee Gave your bitch lip lock Pull up rocking Reebok My boys with me Td up Cheese up, eat up Rocking neon G shocks Clean rocks, polo on my green socks Ran out but I red up Gave your bitch lip lock Pull up rocking Reebok My boys with me Td up Cheese up, eat up Rocking neon G shocks Clean rocks, polo on my green socks Ran out but I red up What you need from me brah Running like a cheetah My money come meet her Pack came in a lil cheaper All my boys smoke reefer Riding a 2-seater My drink a lil sweeter I don’t see no evil I-I-I don’t chase hoes man Don’t ever want romance She made my heart frozen We call up the dope man We stack up the dough and Leave you with smoke and I’m ballin I’m rollin I’m ballin I’m rollin (I done did a whole lot of shit in my life just to get it Rockin Burberry I just bought a new Chevy Riding in that Bentley I’m a ghost but I’m still friendly Japanese Korean that’s my type she wanna get it) Gave your bitch lip lock Pull up rocking Reebok My boys with me Td up Cheese up, eat up Rocking neon G shocks Clean rocks, polo on my green socks Ran out but I red up Gave your bitch lip lock Pull up rocking Reebok My boys with me Td up Cheese up, eat up Rocking neon G shocks Clean rocks, polo on my green socks Ran out but I red up

write a song like Yung Lean AMG bands, bitch these aint no deytons

Im skatin, Im skatin, Im forgi skatin AMG bands, bitch these aint no deytons White girl, white girl, Im high like Peyton Bitch, we all champions, I feel like the Patriots Hatin, hatin, Im paper chasin Nigga tryna rob me, he gettin face ment Face it, face it, a hollow replacer Fuck em, fuck em, a nigga can take em I dont know yo ass, dont be commin up to me Tryna shake my hand and shit, bitch I aint friendly Now, please tell me why these bitches mad at me? Cause they cant just bat they lashes and get everythin for free I dont gotta do shit, cant no nigga say they hit Cause a pic on Instagram, man that dont mean shit She said, Newport shawty told me do it like this Got that bandanna on, boobs bigger than your fist Oh, so now you wanna touch your face like this? Oh, so now you think really you with the shits like this ? I be hella fuckin high and I dont remember shit But she said, Newport shawty told me do it like this Im skatin, Im skatin, Im forgi skatin AMG bands, bitch these aint no deytons White girl, white girl, Im high like Peyton Bitch, we all champions, I feel like the Patriots Hatin, hatin, Im paper chasin Nigga tryna rob me, he gettin face ment Face it, face it, a hollow replacer Fuck em, fuck em, a nigga can take em I go hard for my squad, Ive been large in my car Yoshi Town, we some stars, fuck glowstone, Island Heart 2015 feelin like its 03 Shut your mouth lil bitch, you dont know bout me We go hard, I might just OD Got soo many stans, Sadboys shouldve won a gram Fuck a Grammy hoe, I rather get stupid dough Feathers on my chest, Ignore me or salute me, hoe Fuck a Grammy hoe, I rather get stupid dough Feathers on my chest, Ignore me or salute me, hoe Im skatin, Im skatin, Im forgi skatin AMG bands, bitch these aint no datings White girl, white girl, Im high like Peyton Bitch, we all champions, I feel like the Patriots Hatin, hatin, Im paper chasin Nigga tryna rob me, he gettin face ment Face it, face it, a hollow replacer Fuck em, fuck em, a nigga can take em If you aint talkin, I ont want no conversation Ive been gettin paper since the confirmation On the block, you know I dont do no relations I stack paper and then spend it later In my new old school, inside, now Im later I got flavor Im smokin woods, no paper Stuff the money in the bag, use the money machine later Pull up in a NASCAR, ballout Speed Racer Im skatin, Im skatin, Im forgi skatin AMG bands, bitch these aint no deytons White girl, white girl, Im high like Peyton Bitch, we all champions, I feel like the Patriots Hatin, hatin, Im paper chasin Nigga tryna rob me, he gettin face ment Face it, face it, a hollow replacer Fuck em, fuck em, a nigga can take em

write a song like Yung Lean Ja disse que não vamos morrer

Família TM produções Ja disse que não vamos morrer I said dont fuck with my money man All my clothes Italian Rhinestone ice when we cruising round like Batman Finna find the other side Lean, Im never satisfied Pink Polo, dirty money, all I see is suicide Goodbye All I, all I see is suicide All I, all I see is suicide Finna find the other side Lean, Im never satisfied Pink Polo, dirty money, all I see is suicide Fuck with my money man All my clothes Italian Rhinestone ice when we cruising round like Batman Finna find the other side Lean, Im never satisfied Pink Polo, dirty money, all I see is suicide Boom All I, all I see is suicide All I, all I see is suicide Finna find the other side Lean, Im never satisfied Pink Polo, dirty money, all I see is suicide

write a song like Yung Lean Aint no squad, aint no boys man, its Sadboys in this bitch

Aint no squad, aint no boys man, its Sadboys in this bitch Lil Lean Spiders on my feet but you be caught up in the web I was never playin, I was rockin in the bed I aint got no baby, Billie Jean, my diamonds red Chillin off a benzo when Im clearin out my head Spiders on my feet but you be caught up in the web I was never playin, I was rockin in the bed I aint got no baby, Billie Jean, my diamonds red Chillin off a benzo when Im clearin out my head All tainted, Chevy painted heavy, clear the windows out All silver everything, my mind is hard to figure out Playoff like the Lakers, money maker, imma get her out Page it, get it later, leave you quiet just like a mouse Never had to fake it, I just break the bread and spread it out Yeah I keep the bread homie on me, hard not to leave my route Never had to fake it, I just break the bread and spread it out Yeah I keep the bread homie on me, hard not to leave my route I dont melt for nobody but her Ridicule my situation, ridicule your words Livin with my symptoms like livin with a bird Ten toes down I keep countin like a nerd Geeked out but Im down now, Im happy, seen the worst Yeah I love life, but I get lust for another Yeah I love girls, and I stay around my brothers Pay myself with Voss, it makes no difference towards others Show me around and Ill show you all my fears Take me to a town where they never see my tears Put in time, but he forgot those years Sorry I been caught up, but for you Im always here All tainted, Chevy painted heavy, clear the windows out All silver everything, my mind is hard to figure out Playoff like the Lakers, money maker, imma get her out Page it, get it later, leave you quiet just like a mouse Never had to fake it, I just break the bread and spread it out Yeah I keep the bread homie on me, hard not to leave my route Never had to fake it, I just break the bread and spread it out Yeah I keep the bread homie on me, hard not to leave my route Playoff like the Lakers, money maker, imma get her out Page it, get it later, leave you quiet just like a mouse Never had to fake it, I just break the bread and spread it out Yeah I keep the bread homie on me, hard not to leave my route Lean, Lean, Lean, Leandoer Lean, Lean, Lean, Leandoer Yeah!

write a song like Yung Lean Listening to my favourite 80s cut

Listening to my favourite 80s cut Like Stevie Nicks, doing cocaine up her butt Listening to my favourite 80s cut Like Stevie Nicks, doing cocaine up her butt Sent to Earth to prevent the birth Of the search of Yung Lean AKA the new Big Lurch Fucking hoes heads like I’m Papa Smurf Im on the ocean perch Im finna break it up on yall in church Im so high Im posted up Im finna leave Earth See me posted on my back porch Catch me posted in my black Porsche Roll up a blunt and light it with a torch Small talk and I do it worse and I stay bored And Im Leandoer That leans got me swerving, Yung Leans got you serving hits Right up on the table like Thanksgiving turkey and gravy See it as for certain born dead after serving females legs in my shed during classes Asses I be observin Swervin on this lean Bitches got fire curving Lacing ginger like curling, I’m just serving Black magic bitch, call me Merlin Sexual relations in the early getting paid pounds sterling Im following the same certain whirling Im getting 8 pounds sterling Im following the same certain whirling Getting 8 pounds sterling Listening to my favourite 80s cut Like Stevie Nicks doing cocaine up her butt Listening to my favourite 80s cut Like Stevie Nicks doing cocaine up her butt Put the key in and open the door, find Leandoer Put the key in and open the door, find Leandoer Looking in the orgy like voyeur Fuck Jack and the beanstalk, Im climbing up on this great wall Its all white like Snow White If the cokes right then I dont need to fight If the cokes right then I dont need to fight If the cokes right then I dont need to fight Listening to my favourite 80s cut Like Stevie Nicks doing cocaine up her butt Listening to my favourite 80s cut Like Stevie Nicks doing cocaine up her butt Sent to Earth to prevent the birth Of the search of Yung Lean AKA the new Big Lurch Fucking hoes heads like I’m Papa Smurf Im on the ocean perch Im finna break it up on yall in church Im so high Im posted up Im finna leave Earth See me posted on my back porch Catch me posted in my black Porsche Roll up a blunt and light it with a torch Small talk and I do it worse and I stay bored And Im Leandoer Listening to my favourite 80s cut Like Stevie Nicks doing cocaine up her butt Listening to my favourite 80s cut Like Stevie Nicks doing cocaine up her butt

write a song like Yung Lean Kände det i kroppen, jag kände det överallt

Kände det i kroppen, jag kände det överallt Välte hela stället, jag vände mig mot det snabbt Is över mitt huvud Går på gatan, det är kallt Höll ditt hjärta i min famn, jag kände hur det smalt Förlåt för att min tid och jobb, ja det går före allt Förlåt för att min tid och jobb, ja det går före allt Kände det i regnet när jag stod utanför huset Kände det i luften, behövde känna det ruset Släng mig i svarta havet, jag vill inte ha ett namn Släng mig i svarta havet, jag vill inte ha ett namn Jag slet av mitt ben Du var hel och ren Jag slet av mitt ben Luften var klar och hel, oren

write a song like Yung Lean I be smoking loud pack

I be smoking loud pack GTB and Sadboys, racks on racks I be smoking loud pack GTB and Sadboys, racks on racks H2O in my soul, emotional tears running down my nose I go ham at every show We sell out and we smoke the dro GTB no gravity, wanna be lean Choppa in my Louis backpack Im on TV, Im in a dream on your movie screen When you close your eyes I am who you see Sad backpack smoking loud pack, aint no gravity where I stand Pop pills like tic tacs, like tic tacs I be smoking loud pack GTB and Sadboys, racks on racks I be smoking loud pack GTB and Sadboys, racks on racks Roll up in the club with Yung Lean and Sadboys GTB we flexing We ball, we ball turn a bitch into a fiend Cause you know Im reckless Too turnt, too turnt no air you rely on the kush im breathless Imma splurge, imma splurge in the club so gave two chains, in my necklace Oh my god, Im fresh Im fresh Thaiboy Goon my name Have you heard about us like keeps this shit, like a hurry You can call me Bruce Wayne, fuck with me and you will lose man Sadboys on deck, GTB we with the drugs men Kush around my city, with the gravity and Lean Bladeecity make you bleed, Yung Lean will make you hurt Put you in the dirt, turn you to a fiend Sadboys, GTB and you know we bout that team

write a song like Yung Lean Tried to stay strong but Im feeling weak

Lean, Lean Leandoer Ballout, Leandoer Fuck the police Fuck the police Tried to stay strong but Im feeling weak I dont know why she betrayed me Im screaming fuck the world, Im alone in the streets Im lost in this world, Im lost in this world Im lost in this world, I pour up a four Im lost in this world, Im ridin in the snow I dont give a fuck, locals call me Cholo Im a street nigga gettin street money RIP Bankroll I wake up, hit the bank Hit the mall till that bitch close Marshay, Cartier My offering, gang so crazy I go so fucking crazy Pull up, hoes getting crazy Hoppin out foreigns Me and gang, me and Lean My brain on codeine Fourteen grams in the cone, mane 20k in my Balmains I got the chopper, free BG Glo Gang run the city Choppa Boys in the city Im 19, I got diamonds all up on me, ho Yellow hair, yellow Rari I be counting dough Just like Homer Simpson, I got dough all on my boat Ridin in a Hummer, bending corners and Im movin slow Try to fuck with Lil Leanys money thats a big no-no I just bought some roses, Givenchy Swear to god these girls fucking anybody, anybody Me and Ballout we just pulled up on anybody, lets go! Leandoer Sadboys in this bitch 2016 City of angels Skrrt, skrrt Aight

write a song like Yung Lean Whatever you got to do to get to that higher level, now its the time to participate in that

Whatever you got to do to get to that higher level, now its the time to participate in that Blue Summer Coughing in the casket, diamond jeans magic They like Lean Were so proud of what you do and all When I speak, yeah, they listen I feel like a pastor Its a good day, I cant really lie Im on Gotta get to work, gotta make something happen C-c-cause if I dont do it then who really will? Magic blue lights, silver strings are magic Yeah, Im trying to make these birds sing, give you chills Let the snakes take a bite Go and trim the grass Ice at my shows, ice in my bag Walking Ferragamo, walking Ferragamo Its a good day, I cant really feel no sorrow Walking Ferragamo, I live for tomorrow She tried to eat my heart out like Jeffrey Dahmer Switching lanes in traffic, I do this shit backwards Say they hate it, hate it, but they really faking Wanna be me so they bow down Shining through the star Walking Ferragamo, walking Ferragamo C-c-coughing in the casket, diamond jeans magic They like Lean, were so proud of what you do and all When I speak, yeah, they listen I feel like a pastor Its a good day, I cant really lie Im on Gotta get to work, gotta make something happen Cause if i dont do it then who really will? Magic blue lights, silver strings are magic Yeah, Im trying to make these birds sing, give you chills

write a song like Yung Lean Babygirl you the only girl I love

Babygirl you the only girl I love I dont fuck with no one - girl you are the one And you understand, I dont give a damn Gettin all the grams just for us Fucked then I walk up in the store, just buy our clothes No Saint Laurent Gotta do shit for mom, my sis, my dad, and you, my aunt Babygirl you the only girl I love I dont fuck with no one - Girl you are the one And you understand, I dont give a damn Gettin all the grams just for us Fucked then I walk up in the store, just buy our clothes No Saint Laurent Gotta do shit for mom, my sis, my dad, and you, my aunt Gotta do shit for me and my baby, you niggas aint marryin her I just wanna drop money on cars and you broke ass niggas aint gettin on the bus Niggas mad, see me in Paris riding foreign raris they like what the fuck? White to the stars, little nigga get off of my nuts Please dont call me with all that stuff Bitch Im Adamn I dont want no up I cant save no thot they smell like mud Im getting this money and thats a must Please always tryna say shit I dont fuck with these niggas theyre basic Cant trust none you niggas they fakin Bitch Im Adamn I aint with the fake shit Like niggas tryna say shit I dont fuck with these niggas theyre basic Cant trust any niggas they fake it Bitch Im Adamn I aint with the fake shit Babygirl you the only girl I love I dont fuck with no one - girl you are the one And you understand, I dont give a damn Gettin all the grams just for us Fucked then I walk up in the store, just buy our clothes No Saint Laurent Gotta do shit for mom, my sis, my dad, and you, my aunt Babygirl you the only girl I love I dont fuck with no one - Girl you are the one And you understand, I dont give a damn Gettin all the grams just for us Fucked then I walk up in the store, just buy our clothes No Saint Laurent Gotta do shit for mom, my sis, my dad, and you, my aunt Shawty know I ball ball ball, hit the mall mall mall When I see you, I fall fall fall Ride to you, your arms arms arms Baby youre my all Wanna do everything together Girl you changed the weather These other hoes better do better I wish I could stay with you forever Babygirl I just wanna be with you Sleep with you, eat with you Im with the crew - SBE You know what it do Im changing my plans tonight Fuck it - I can take the next flight Everywhere we go is alright Fuck it - I can take the next flight Everywhere we go is alright Everywhere we go Babygirl you the only girl I love I dont fuck with no one - girl you are the one And you understand, I dont give a damn Gettin all the grams just for us Fucked then I walk up in the store, just buy our clothes No Saint Laurent Gotta do shit for mom, my sis, my dad, and you, my aunt Babygirl you the only girl I love I dont fuck with no one - Girl you are the one And you understand, I dont give a damn Gettin all the grams just for us Fucked then I walk up in the store, just buy our clothes No Saint Laurent Gotta do shit for mom, my sis, my dad, and you, my aunt

write a song like Yung Lean Um bitch Im Yung Bold, shawty youre Yung Hoe , yeah

Yeah Um bitch Im Yung Bold, shawty youre Yung Hoe , yeah Shawty, you dont know, every time I sit next to you in class I get an erection, its so freaking fast I think youre stupid, but I really like you I think I could really wife you Saw you outside McDonald’s at night Your brown hair was reflected by the light Thought Id ask that you smoke a joint with my friends I never went up to you in the end Youre always first and Im always last My mind runs around in circles And always gets stuck on your ass I’m contemplating masturbating Two pictures of you in my mind will make it end Would even chop up some dudes Giving em no chance Make em stay in it You would take my hand and unzip your pants I think if we could talk to each other I would realize that you would be a great mother Unless you only exist in my head And in real life I just masturbate to you in my bed Damn straight shawty Damn straight shawty

write a song like Yung Lean How it could be

Drowns Time, gave you To one day How it would be How it could be Time, okay I dont give a fuck, my mind on blast Feels like I am stuck Gucci on my pants I just wanna love you I know that I cant, I cant always be with you And it makes me sad I dont give a fuck, my mind on blast Feels like I am stuck Gucci on my pants I just wanna love you I know that I cant, I cant always be with you And it makes me sad All these motherfuckers mad But I dont give a fuck Leave me in an ocean Drive off a cliff in a truck Polo on my shirt, Louis V, troubled kid I be in the club off a pill, dont feel shit Shawty said shed love me like a Gucci glove would fit I said we gon fuck the world let me handle this Broken bottles, broken dreams in the night like a fiend I just want you, I just want you Think you know this I hate to show it Feeling so lonely I cant control it So much bloodshed We keep on going Dont wanna leave you But I feel so broken Think you know this I hate to show it Feeling so lonely I cant control it So much bloodshed We keep on going Dont wanna leave you But I feel so broken

write a song like Yung Lean So tell that eyes, why you gotta lie to me?

So tell that eyes, why you gotta lie to me? Tell me, tell me, why you gotta lie to me? I just wanna ride in that coupe two seat Why you gotta ask me questions? Why you lie to me? Why you lie to me? Why you lie? Why you lie to me? So why you lie? So why you lie to me? So why you lie to me? I ask you questions lie to me? No, no, I do not listen, no I do not listen, no Mami told me lean Shawty ride with me We can fuck in two seats Is you tryin to get and stack broccoli Can you fuck with that nigga? Can you fuck with me? Is you tryin to get this money? Tryin to stack this broccoli Can you, why you, why you, why you, why you, why you lie to me? Can we just get this money Kick it in a two-seat Im talking Rolls Royce shit Talking tryin to get three-peats Talking Jordan type shit, I’m trying six rings on the beats So tell that eyes, why you gotta lie to me? Tell me, tell me, why you gotta lie to me? I just wanna ride in that coupe two seat Why you gotta ask me questions? Why you lie to me? Why you lie to me? Why you lie? Why you lie to me? So why you lie? So why you lie to me? So why you lie to me? I ask you questions lie to me? If you play her on this bitch, we dont take easy on that Im a motherfucking dog, when it comes to getting stacks Bitch, Im still alive so I be with my meds I be rollin in that beamer, I got peach colored stacks They cant stand a lean man, I got Chanel on my hands Imaginary land, cruising round on streets, man I see meds flying round room, I was painting with a broom Ice cold water meeting shrooms. Baby, what you wanna do? I got six girls in my room, I got six ghosts like tattoos Pluto on my neck when I come through, blue hair pink sky thinking bout you Do you still think about me? Do you still think about Lean? bout Lean? Leandoer! So tell that eyes, why you gotta lie to me? Tell me, tell me, why you gotta lie to me? I just wanna ride in that coupe two seat Why you gotta ask me questions? Why you lie to me? Why you lie to me? Why you lie? Why you lie to me? So why you lie? So why you lie to me? So why you lie to me? I ask you questions lie to me?

write a song like Yung Lean Hold up, cause I gotta roll up

Hold up, cause I gotta roll up Doin donuts, Euros dont fold up Four blunts, on the road for four months I dont like takin pictures, please ignore us Im abnormal, Gargamel, cruisin in the four door We rollin deep, swisher sweets to my portal Nine cat lives, got nine silver knives I got big red eyes and Im feelin so immortal Welcome to my corridor Feelin like a warlord Exoskeleton, I became a martyr Mexico by night if you wanna take a charter Grind a little harder Snow white seven dwarves, chains on baller Ten black bottles with my boys overseas Cadillacs like melted cheese Money in my time machine Went to China, set me free Silver screens on silver screens Chandeliers, I make believe I just do, as I please Sippin lean as I sleep Countin money like its sheep Baddest bitch on the side of me She go cause she know Its all that I need Cause she know, cause she go All my trees look like seeds Feelin so immortal Feelin like a Warlord My breeze My chain, my watch, make you freeze My breeze My chain, my watch, make you freeze Hold up, cause I gotta roll up Doin donuts, Euros dont fold up Four blunts, on the road for four months I dont like takin pictures, please ignore us Im abnormal, Gargamel, cruisin in the four door We rollin deep, swisher sweets to my portal Nine cat lives, got nine silver knives I got big red eyes and Im feelin so immortal Im abnormal, Gargamel, cruisin in the four door We rollin deep, swisher sweets to my portal Nine cat lives, got nine silver knives I got big red eyes and Im feelin so immortal

write a song like Yung Lean Smoke a blunt out the window, everything is alright

Waking up to sunlight Smoke a blunt out the window, everything is alright Id rather be in the hood with my homies, we stay souped out Drinkin the vodka mixed with sprite, cause I gotta stay souped out Strobe light, green got me licking like the Joker, bitch Im joked out Saying Leandoer at the shits, son, youre gonna get your eye poked out, choked up, rolled up Bitches screaming at us friendly and provoked bout nothin Days are stretch-long until the night fall Shawty take it strong from my bong by the waterfall I think this calls for a late night snack At McDonalds, vanilla milkshake, yeah Ill pay you back Early morning and the sun if really blisterin Im with you sister in nothin but panties They stay slitherin and my dick is really sizzlin Its hard and Im sweaty, cumming on your girlfriends face Like Im Freddy with a machete Cause she let me I did it just to beat deliberate Throw up on my old school where Im just a graduate Bruce got the OCP, cause I got the soda cans Skating and a musterbating summer, and we dont need no plans By the beach listening to Animal Collective This beat is really effective Take the hit, dont worry bout it, fuck being perspective Swimming in the ocean and your titties are reflective Find me on Craigslist, private pussy detective

write a song like Yung Lean Jag är drabbad av sjukdom

Centralstimulans Spräng kungahuset Centralstimulans En dans på rosor Centralstimulans Spräng kungahuset Stenkast från verkligheten Drabbad av sjukdom Jag är drabbad av sjukdom Det var inte meningen, det var inte meningen Förlåt, förlåt Fuck er Fuck alla er Spelar ända ingen jävla roll va Spelar ingen roll Kommer ändå dö allihopa Syns på andra sidan

write a song like Yung Lean You know we be on that hood shit all night

Lil Bitch Spooning G, Spooner G You know we be on that hood shit all night Every day All night 5 dollars Faggot ass bitch You aint iced out I shine at nighttime like you think its bright out Lil Bitch on this shit And I smoke on that good shit Smoke so much you would call me Robin Hood bitch Lil Bitch in this bitch Fucking yo mother and shit Popping 2 pills then I pop your pills Yeah I got the hiccups, now I smoke my bitch up Smack her in the face Lil Bitch, you would think Im a disgrace But I like punching bitches in their vaginas all day Smoking on the good shit, you would call me Ray J But this aint payday, getting money all day Fucking bitches all the time, every day, all night Came up in the club just to smoke that good shit Lil Bitch and Spooner G, all up on that hood shit Fucking bitches in the face, what it do? Came up in the club to kill your whole crew Came up in the club just to smoke that good shit Lil Bitch and Spooner G, all up on that hood shit Fucking bitches in the face, what it do? Came up in the club to kill your whole crew Imma fuck that hoe Out the cold man Fuck her with my toe Grab a snowman Getting free money Looking for ramen Eating curry, my balls are furry Mixing champagne with mary jane Dont complain cause Im insane Im the mane People call me Lil Wayne, thats not my name Im Spooner G Son of Bruce Lee Reading Hamlet and Macbeth Better than Heisenberg cooks meth He cooks that blue shit But Im into that purple shit Sippin on some codeine Crossing swords With Yung Lean Fuck her ass, its milky white This is the rhythm of the night Came up in the club just to smoke that good shit Lil Bitch and Spooner G, all up on that hood shit Fucking bitches in the face, what it do? Came up in the club to kill your whole crew Came up in the club just to smoke that good shit Lil Bitch and Spooner G, all up on that hood shit Fucking bitches in the face, what it do? Came up in the club to kill your whole crew Came up in the club just to smoke that good shit Lil Bitch and Spooner G, all up on that hood shit Fucking bitches in the face, what it do? Came up in the club to kill your whole crew

write a song like Yung Lean Men du är allt, ingenting är kvar

Jag letar efter svar Men hittar ingenting Jag har allt jag har Men du är allt, ingenting är kvar Jag suger blodet där Jag känner bara smärta Vill ha hjärtat vill, kom tillbaka! Vill, vill I mörkrets rike där jag hör hemma Hör hemma Vi är jämna Vi är hemma Vi är jämna Vi är hemma Vi är jämna

write a song like Yung Lean Ice on, let it show

Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow Like a sunflower, watch you grow Ice on, let it show, show me where it hurts the most You can tell me where to be, you can tell me where to go I can never be like you, I could only watch you grow, grow Take me down, down to thee Bring me down, downside of me It seems so long, catastrophy Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow Ice on, ice on, sunflower, watch them grow Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow Ice on, let it show Sunflower, watch them grow

write a song like Yung Lean You gon make me fly

You gon make me fly Yeah, yo I got a microphone Fine girl in my ride and im so so so Pretty little lie like she go for the low Trust king, make her get a microphone Why her, just so i can take her home Sweat down shawty pussy got me so sky high Heaven and she doin tricks so Sci Fi Money they can do is shine life Like the stranger things that gon make me fly So when girl are we gonna have a song Youre a shiny girl we can take shots of the rum And then i can have the water after Ima have a party just for us my son She goes over sea just to cheat on her man Then she comes pree me and meet me, my god So jelly wanna join in look Now i got two kids to control my item Girl you and youre a back one So damn hot now your back one I tricked her, it was in a bandoo And you did my tricks it was not caught For four minutes it goes me see On the head doll on the Bentley Im too with the game freaky for me Now of this done took this street Fine girl in my ride and im so so so Pretty little lie like she go for the low Trust king, make her get a microphone Why her, just so i can take her home Sweat down shawty pussy got me so sky high Heaven and she doin tricks so Sci Fi Money they can do is shine life Like the stranger things that gon make me fly Stardust in my eye, eye, eye Shawty we go high, high, high We go up to the sky, sky, sky And we drop it low, shawty gettin em bags for the low And we get it and we poppin and we movin Everybody know Leandoer, we be grooving Shawty bag it up, just so I can stack it up Stardust in my eye, eye, eye And we so fly, fly, fly Posted up with Yayo bitch and get high, high, high And its nothing to big boss, nothing to Leandoer, big gram, big cross And we get sky high, all up in the molly and we get fly wine, wine, wine And we get fly right, fly like diamonds in my chain white, white And you know we back on it, fellin like its a Kodak moment And it can take forever, but last a moment Fine girl in my ride and im so so so Pretty little lie like she go for the low Trust king, make her get a microphone Why her, just so i can take her home Sweat down shawty pussy got me so sky high Heaven and she doin tricks so Sci Fi Money they can do is shine life Like the stranger things that gon make me fly You gon make me fly, you gon make me fly You got blue sky

write a song like Yung Lean Cold iPhone, love letters on me

Cold iPhone, love letters on me Love scars on your arm, you say theyre for me Say you make a little splash, Im a shark in the sea Dreamworld castle, say fuck your industry, uh Draculas son tryna make history We some young OGs, hang my heart on a tree Let my lungs hang free, heard her voice call for me Ay, Lamborghini red, rims look like lipstick, ay Snow white for the 7 dwarfs taking risks, ay I dont give a shit, Im popping pills 6, 6, ay Medicine look like rainbows, she wanna lick, lick Shit is getting messy, nasty, and sincere, yeah Im sick of these boys thinking that they slick, slick, ay What we doing? Getting rich, rich, rich, rich, rich Slick, slick, slick Got my heart in a box Got my heart in a box, ay Got my heart in a box she opens slowly, yeah What you scared of? Shes scared of being lonely Got my heart and my soul, all I need it slowly In this hell of a month, all I got, my homies Keep it in my base, my blood pump closely Keep it in a box, guard it like a trophy All it was for me, yeah, yeah, yeah, Lean Shit is getting messy, nasty, and sincere, yeah Im sick of these boys thinking that they slick, slick, ay

write a song like Yung Lean Ill take that long ride home by myself

Ill take that long ride home by myself If no ones gonna help me, Imma do it by myself I got stealth Everyone around me, they know me the best, take a test Its not over til I take my last breath, they obsessed Pull out the rings, warriors, my nest Eat your flesh Everyone around me do what they do best Playing chess with the dark lord Riding on a dark horse Lasers shine like Star Wars, cash I fold it, cardboard Parkour, jumping over you, yeah, like parkour Hooligans in the club, get enough money, we can start wars I dont give if a fuck you get this music This shit is for us, foreigns rush Riding through the blizzard, who can I trust? This shit for us, play this shit for us I dont give- I dont give a fuck if you get this music This shit is for us, foreigns rush Riding through the blizzard, who can I trust? No one had our backs, so, this shit is for us They hated on us, but we dont trust Now they imitate Selling what we was, a shape-shift, yeah I shape-shift up Red dot shots, thirty-two plots, evil acquaintance Whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah, yeah Go, go, go Yeah, go on Go out or go on But Im tinted, I dont wanna see that But Im tinted, never wanna be that Everyone I , put it on some Shawty know Im on that, yeah Moths flying around, you talk, you get drowned Ay

write a song like Yung Lean Pop, pop, pop, drop this top, top, top

I’m not for you I’m not, looking for I’m not for you I dont want to I’m not for you I’m not looking for I’m not for you I dont want to Pop, pop, pop, drop this top, top, top I roll like a rock, rock n roll to the top I dont give a motherfuck, watchin Star Wars smokin pot I take what I got, I live till it stops Chop, chop chop, all my lungs stay rot I take what I got, you hate that youre not Like me and me I dont give a motherfuck What I am, what Im not, polo down to my socks What person, they cant stop, I fly to the top F-f-fuck what you got, Im off a pill, rollin like a rock White diamonds countin guap, I got marble on my watch I got slam doors out the front, Ill keep goin till Im out I got pockets like the plug, Im movin round all day Fade to grey, everythin cant stay I smoke so much, went away Im in leanworld, l-l-let my mind stay Whichever today, I love my brothers, we gon slay I dont want to change the world I dont want to change the world I miss some places, I wish we lived on another earth You think you hate me, I know that it hurts Burn, burn, burn, my turn, turn, turn Burn, burn, burn, my turn, turn, turn I miss some places, I wish we lived on another earth You think I hate you, I know that it hurts I burned, burned, burned, my turn, turn, turns

write a song like Yung Lean Yo girl is my hobby, I be pull up in Bugatti

CadyCutThroat Yo girl is my hobby, I be pull up in Bugatti Yo girl is my hobby, this a world full of thotties Yo girl is my hobby, I be pull up in Bugatti Yo girl is my hobby, this a world full of thotties This a world full of thotties, got a sixty in the Rari Yo girl is my hobby, I be pull up in Bugatti Got a sixty in the Rari, I be pull up in Bugatti Yo girl is my hobby, this a world full of thotties This a world full of thotties Yo girl is my hobby, me and Thaiboy in the lobby Thousand, a million, I see like a trillion See my flying high up, I cant feel a thing Pull up to the club, Polo dripped up, finna win I got stacks on me, SBE White leaves, poppin E Duffle bag made of Burberry I be swervin see, on that Hennessy In the forest with artillery, you feel me? I dont give a fuck, I be blowing on loud Pull up to the club might burn the fucker down First day of class, fresh sack of Burberry shades, smoking haze for days If you see me where I stay bitch I gotta walk away Power up to the top, drop it down, get some more Bitch Im headed to the store World full of thotties, world full of thotties, its a fucking party Thaiboy, Lean, Thaiboy Yo girl is my hobby, I be pull up in Bugatti Yo girl is my hobby, this a world full of thotties Yo girl is my hobby, I be pull up in Bugatti Yo girl is my hobby, this a world full of thotties This a world full of thotties, got a sixty in the Rari Yo girl is my hobby, I be pull up in Bugatti Got a sixty in the Rari, I be pull up in Bugatti Yo girl is my hobby, this a world full of thotties This a world full of thotties You don’t want beef, man you need to try some asparagus I can make you fuckin freefall with no parachute Young Thaiboy got my shields so strong like an avalanche You can walk my path, b-b-brokeboy you no appear again Thaiboy, Thaiboy I rather be nice Fuck you haters you aint have no life Thaiboy, Thaiboy I rather be nice Fuck you haters you aint have no life I be in the back where you brought me Brought me through the back You wanna have some cash, Imma give you that Why you trynna tell me what to do, Im just flexin Why you trynna tell me what to do, Im just flexin Why you trynna tell me what to do, Im just flexin Why you trynna tell me what to do, Im just flexin Why you trynna tell me what to do, Im just flexin Yo girl is my hobby, I be pull up in Bugatti Yo girl is my hobby, this a world full of thotties Yo girl is my hobby, I be pull up in Bugatti Yo girl is my hobby, this a world full of thotties This a world full of thotties, got a sixty in the Rari Yo girl is my hobby, I be pull up in Bugatti Sixty in the Rari, I be pull up in Bugatti Yo girl is my hobby, this a world full of thotties This a world full of thotties

write a song like Yung Lean Lean balling out in Rome

Black car, white chrome Lean balling out in Rome Me and Adamn Killa stacking commas in my pink Polo And Im on the till, I cant even feel my muscles Fendi on Fendi, I was cashing out in Brussels Champagne breakfast, neon knife, eating mussels Leandoer, bitch its trouble Im rolling, Im smoking, my pockets are swollen Me and Adamn Killa, in the club, bitch we stay golden Bro, I made it, I dont know If they aint foreign, dont wear those I dont fuck with none of those foes I make more money than moves And bitch Im Adamn Dont act you dont know just what Im sayin What I pay for my shoes, thats less than Im making The way I say my shit Im feeling like Im AK Why you niggas mad at me? I dont know, I dont give a damn Why you niggas mad at me? I dont know, I dont give a damn Cant save no thot, they just wanna fuck cause of who I am Cant save no thot, they just wanna fuck cause of who I am What you hating on? Dont know, most of they ass be fans, on they mans I dont got no mans, I dont dance, I make money, man What you hating on? Dont know, most of they ass be fans, on they mans I dont got no mans, I dont dance, I make money, man Black car, white chrome Lean balling out in Rome Me and Adamn Killa stacking commas in my pink Polo And Im on the till, I cant even feel my muscles Fendi on Fendi, I was cashing out in Brussels Champagne breakfast, neon knife, eating mussels Leandoer, bitch its trouble Im rolling, Im smoking, my pockets are swollen Me and Adamn Killa, in the club, bitch we stay golden

write a song like Yung Lean It goes down to my spine, make me shiver

It goes down to my spine, make me shiver Shawty she got swag, she got class, she got figure You know I dont wanna pose for god damn pictures I got 10 grams and they right up in the swisher Domestic violence, I am violent, you know I dont hit her Sippin big cups, you know Im no baby sitter Why you trippin bitch? Why you trippin? Im Mr Burns so I dont fuck with Mr Smithers Why you trippin bitch? Why you trippin? Im Mr Burns so I dont fuck with Mr Smithers Everyday I wake up and Im with her I dont celebrate, man Im a singer I like having sex, doing drugs and eating dinner If you want it then thats fine come and get burned If you want it then thats fine come and get burned If you want it then thats fine come and get burned It goes down to my spine, make me shiver Shawty she got swag, she got class, she got figure I dont wanna pose for no god damn pictures 10 grams right up in the swisher Why you trippin bitch? Why you trippin?

write a song like Yung Lean Lord have mercy on me

Codeine demon Yoshi City soldiers SBE Lil Bitch Leandoer, Lean, Lean, Lean, Lean, Leandoer Lean, Leandoer Lord have mercy on me Lord have mercy on my soul Ba-ba-back at it again, Im feeling like Im well again Chains, black diamonds, and Im looking like the revenant I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit Up in the club they looking at me like a fellow man Back at it again, Im feeling like Im well again Chains, black diamonds, and Im looking like the revenant I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit Up in the club they looking at me like a fellow man Im flipping and tripping the stacks All I got on me is racks Call Bladee and he get you some packs Loud pack came in a sack Im rolling on diamonds, why ask? Black diamonds pink shirt and Im cashed out Fucking these bitches and pass out I dont do talking my rack house Im in it for good theres no back out I love how she dance, she stand out We grinding like skaters no hand outs You want the work you gotta put out All of the time that you spend now I hit the mall and I buy out My team aint no football team tryout We smashing bottles and ounces and blackout Back at it again, Im feeling like Im well again Chains, black diamonds, and Im looking like the revenant I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit Up in the club they looking at me like a fellow man Packs sold, forklift, hands-on Honestly, any middle man Im whole-selling pints percs and xans Still up in the ticket, not driving for my man Im never on the grind, never on the plan Work the scale, scale and pound, pistols in my hand Work the scale on the motherfucking SoundScan Your favorite trapper rapping shit he still my biggest fan Trap I snowed up like a motherfucking ambulance Cut up more time up bitch I aint no ambulance Im still taxing these taxes, see me trapping shit I aint from shit, I need my cash on demand Made a lot of money with a fork and a pan These niggas be snitching shit I dont understand Watching the camera no need for no man I can put it in the hole, I can put it in the van I grew up like Friend putting dope in the can Watching the camera get the dope for Roxanne She ask could I front her some raw Jackie Tan Thats like pimpin a bitch that aint selling no ass Watching the camera for 12 or black masks It dont matter which one ima blast they ass I aint turning myself in, they gotta catch my ass I do that lil time and come back for a second chance Back at it again, Im feeling like Im well again Chains black diamonds, and Im looking like the revenant I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit Up in the club they looking at me like a fellow man Back at it again, Im feeling like Im well again Chains black diamonds, and Im looking like the revenant I used to sell wine and I really love selling shit Up in the club they looking at me like a fellow man

write a song like Yung Lean These bitches ask why Im doing jug man

These bitches ask why Im doing jug man I cant be broke all I know is jug man If it aint about money then that shit aint nothin Adamn, who they want? These bitches ask why Im doing jug man I cant be broke all i know is jug man If it aint about money then that shit aint nothin If im ever broke imma jug it Jug it jug it All I know is jug man All I know is money causes friendship aint nothing Jug then, jug then All I know is jug man If Im ever broke Imma jug man All I be knowin is jug man These bitches be wantin a hug man I do not be trying to hug them Unless one thottie be fuckin This jug you that we bumpin We be outside doing blunt here These bitches they swingin and fuckin All because we getting money You broke so dont come around me All of my niggas they runnin All of my nigga be hummin Dont fuck with no new niggas they grimy Dont answer no hoes that they With niggas [?} Nigga know I aint lying Theses nigga aint cashing they buying All I know is Jug Man These bitches ask why Im doing jug man I cant be broke all I know is jug man If it aint about money then that shit aint nothin Adamn, who they want? These bitches ask why Im doing jug man I cant be broke all i know is jug man If it aint about money then that shit aint nothin If im ever broke imma jug it Jug it jug it All I know is jug man All I know is money causes friendship aint nothing Jug then, jug then All I know is jug man If Im ever broke Imma jug man You know I dont give a fuck what it costs I just buy it and keep it I need twenty hoes, champagne, some dogs just float in the deep end I got blunts in space Im checking at the Four Seasons They doubt me for no reason, I change it up like seasons Your whole team filled with phonies my hotel room filled with 40s They think do me they know some shawty ask like they owe me What the fuck do you think Im blowing Get paid and fuck my opponents I put it on my chest Nina take care of my homies Me, mug, jug, fuck your hoes SBE we only sip the bubbly At the airport and they wont let me through customs I got nothing to declare except your sister and her cousins These bitches ask why Im doing jug man I cant be broke all I know is jug man If it aint about money then that shit aint nothin Adamn, who they want? These bitches ask why Im doing jug man I cant be broke all i know is jug man If it aint about money then that shit aint nothin If im ever broke imma jug it Jug it jug it All I know is jug man All I know is money causes friendship aint nothing Jug then, jug then All I know is jug man If Im ever broke Imma jug man

write a song like Yung Lean She want all my magma and my energy

Yeah She want all my magma and my energy Leandoer Yung Lean Lean, Lean Money aint… Sad Boys Money aint shit, got girls and the power Triple six my wrist, show up with dirty powder Stars around my face and I wonder where the loud went Twenty-one now, live forever, where the time went? Money aint shit, got girls and the power Triple six my wrist, show up with dirty powders Stars around my face and I wonder where the loud went Twenty-one now, live forever, where the time went? Devilish paradise in me She want all my magma and my energy And I get it quick I dont give a shit Im with WODG rockin Prada kicks With my moon clique Garbage Pail Kids Wasnt sippin different drugs, but I love the kick Take you off the list I make the money flip Damn, I want my homie back, wish it was a trick Fly to the moon and dip I let the nine spit Right up on your face I need my money quick When I was eighteen I was like twenty-six Flowers in space, LSD power lick Land to reality like Im Slick Rick Now they on my dick Bout to have a fit Crystallised snow all day, forget my sins Throw em in the bin, I got diamonds on my chin Money aint shit, got girls and the power Triple six my wrist, show up with dirty powders Stars around my face and I wonder where the loud went Twenty-one now, live forever, where the time went? Money aint shit, got girls and the powder Triple six my wrist, show up with dirty powers Stars around my face and I wonder where the loud went Twenty-one now, live forever, where the time went?

write a song like Yung Lean ...Kool-Aid, too bad bitch, too late

...Kool-Aid, too bad bitch, too late Im off molly Im afallen In the light we gon call them White snow in my condo, Al Pacino White snow in my condo, Al Pacino White snow in my condo, Al Pacino Al Pacino, Al Pacino White snow in my condo, Al Pacino White snow in my condo, Al Pacino Al Pacino, Al Pacino, Al Pacin, Al Pacino, Al Pacino White snow in my condo, Al Pacino So...

write a song like Yung Lean Blowing THC, shawty wanna come with me

Blowing THC, shawty wanna come with me Pull up, floating hoverboard, damn no one can run from me Blowing THC, shawty wanna come with me Pull up, floating hoverboard, damn no one can run from me Blowing THC, shawty wanna come with me Pull up, floating hoverboard, damn no one can run from me T-T-THC, shawty wanna come with me Pull up, floating hoverboard, damn no one can run from me On my TV screen Im in Sicily All these fuckboys mad I dont give a fuck cause Im doing me Bitch, its Lil Lean Dirty money, stay clean Keep textin me, and calling me Im off to the next flight, its not hard for me Bitch, we SBE Y-3s and Louie V I’m blowin green on my iPhone and my whole team out in Italy Check my steez, you dont want to fuck with me Only thing I love is my fans and friends and my mom, my family THC, shawty wanna come with me Pull up, floating hoverboard, damn no one can run from me Blowing THC, shawty wanna come with me Pull up, floating hoverboard, damn no one can run from me Blowing THC, shawty wanna come with me Pull up, floating hoverboard, damn no one can run from me Blowing THC, shawty wanna come with me Pull up, floating hoverboard, damn no one can run from me Família TM Produções Ja disse que não vamos morrer I said dont fuck with my money man All my clothes Italian Rhinestone ice when we cruising round like Batman Finna find the other side Lean, Im never satisfied Pink Polo, dirty money, all I see is suicide Goodbye All I, all I see is suicide All I, all I see is suicide Finna find the other side Lean, Im never satisfied Pink Polo, dirty money, all I see is suicide I said dont fuck with my money man All my clothes Italian Rhinestone ice when we cruising round like Batman Finna find the other side Lean, Im never satisfied Pink Polo, dirty money, all I see is suicide Boom All I, all I see is suicide All I, all I see is suicide Finna find the other side Lean, Im never satisfied Pink Polo, dirty money, all I see is suicide Goodbye

write a song like Yung Lean Now Im back, now Im back

Now Im back, now Im back Wanna catch you, like my ice, its sub-zero, you were my hero Baby I just drank a whole pint in an evening Im balling so damn hard, I cant see clear Tell my lord; I get my racks up, I dont drink beer And Im flying in the sky, baby can I meet you there? I dont make love songs, I dont make drug songs I just make songs from the heart when the drugs gone When the lights off, I can see clearly now Its been a hectic three days, thank God Im here... ...on the beach, I want a bitch like Lana Del Rey, Lean, Lean, Lean Im havin a heart attack Lean, Lean

write a song like Yung Lean Ridin in my new car

Ridin in my new car Its a spaceship, its goin too fast And my new car got no rooftop Imma in Vegas in my new car Glo gang got that cash, bitch Glo gang got that mula Put some money on your head, bitch Glo gang come through, do ya? Ridin in my spaceship, I dont do no conversation Unless thats money they makin, then I listen, I dont say shit I be,- I be puffin loud, Im a star, Im in the clouds I be laughin at these clowns, change my speed, Im slowin down And I come through, be patient, SBE ridin in spaceships I be rollin down a hill, pop a pill and I stay faded Ridin in the blocks, rollin up hella dope It aint hard to see me, fuckin glasses in ya telescope Me and sosa, otto, on forgiato Got your bitch with us, told to drink the lean straight up from the bottle Oh wont they stop, Imma borrow Get that top and probably give her back tomorrow, Im sorrow 215 up round the corner, made a hunnid thou off marijuana Im like wow! tryna rop 40 cal, boow!

write a song like Yung Lean Två skott i nacken, håren staller sig upp

Två skott i nacken, håren staller sig upp Vi  vet ingen hårfin balans mellan dig och värdig Grässtrå  av spikar i brädan Två skott i nacken, håren staller sig upp Två skott i nacken, håren staller sig upp Två  skott i nacken, håren staller sig upp Bränd  Jädrar barn springer i trappen Vän  jagar vännen och vi alla jagar natten Låt mig födas, färdas till natten Låt mig dö, färdas till natten Färdas till natten Dödskalle  på min vägg, döda blommor i mitt badkar Du har inte det jag har, allt är borta ingenting kvar Två skott i nacken, håren staller sig upp Två skott i nacken, håren staller sig upp Bränd Bränd

write a song like Yung Lean Kay, Yung Lean I found

Kay, Yung Lean I found Fuck a stupid maid Get paid Pay some kool-aid Drink some kool-aid, from my penis Is good cause my penis is the cleanest Is fat Is so nasty, Im so nasty You can call me your majesty The nasty ass dynasty Fuck a bitch while shes on my penis B, G You look like a silly hoe Pop a pill, now I gotta pop some more Now I gotta go back, to the police station Gotta go home, drink some kool-aid again And some coffee Fuck you, I dont need no morphin When Im sad, I eat bacon Lots of bacon Its so good Its so good, I take some drugs in my hood Smoke some mary jane, then I fuck a silly hoe until she goes to the po-po station And shes on her vacation to Stockholm, with her mother I didnt fuck her, I fucked her brother, cause he was so sexy And I needed cocaine, and he had a lot of cocaine with him So I took it, and I stole it Now I owe him alot of cokain man I need some medications man, man I need some bacon man, because bacon is so good for my tummy You know me, they call me Yung Sugar, gettin money My main is off it I got a dick, its very big unlike your stick I fuck your chick, and now shes my wife Oops, I stabbed her with my knife And my knife is actually my cock And Im a silly jock I love Rock N Roll, Kizz, ACDC and a banjo Hoe, dont call me bro I call my sister my, brother and a mister Gå till Grönan and try the twister Yeah hoe Its really tasty And all the girls call me really, really nasty Back in my days chocolate was yummy Yeah, I had a really big tummy But its from your mommy

write a song like Yung Lean Shawty what you sippin on, Gatorade

Shawty what you sippin on, Gatorade Shawty what you smoking on, lemonade Im up in the sky finna elevate Mix it with some koolaid Popping pills cuz I get paid Uh, I got a pint but I dont wanna slow down, I need something thatll make time slow up Im hearing people excited wil$on is in town, got me thinking that it might just go up Aint no muddy in my strawberry soda But my gatorade kick like cola This gin all in my cup Make a celibate bitch say she wanna fuck Please dont get knocked up Cuz thats just my luck Fuck around and key my shit like Exes do Her nigga poe 4s like dudes from Texas do Maybe one day ill blow like Exile and Blu Grow my hair real long wear it out like Que Shawty what you sippin on? I aint a gangsta girl I aint a Corleone I just wanna dip in ya Sierra Leone If you aint in to that than trust me Ill be gone Ill be gone, Ill be out Wanna be a CEO on my Steve Stout Smoking on fresh green like when leaves sprout Feed on Hate telling niggas to please doubt Mix the liquor with the penicillin Pray I dont die Pusha T Lord Willin Gotta pinch myself to restore the feelin Cant wait for the day ya boy touch a billion Gotta get paid All these fuck niggas trynna get laid All these bright lights man im finna get dazed Trynna have my feet up chilling in the shade Galaxy boys Reality is far away Liquid love got me floatin away Up in the club, Grey Goose every day Stacks on racks til my mind starts melting away Smoking that jay Posted in the bay SADBOYS sippin Arizona day by day Day by day,I goes away Swerving swerving on this iced tea Yung Gud Shorty posted with that DMT Hash in the pipe is ABC Cut their wrists and lay em down gently Leopard colored backseat in my Bentley Relently I pop two pills too many I dont give a fuck Bout nothin nobody gotta say If imma make it in this rap shit its gone be my way Yall washed up with them struggle bars nigga this to me is just childs play Give a toast to this bad guy so I guess this is my Runaway Leaning off of them Zanny bars Dosing off I need an Adderall Dont come at me acting friendly nigga I dont fuck with none of yall Its in my court so I gotta ball Its on my field so I gotta win Wil$on off of that Gatorade man this shit sound like the perfect blend Nigga, I was, Born in 93 Made in 93 Without my pops became a man amazingly Seen niggas get big, like whats stopping me I created my own path Only nigga quit school cuz he hate math Now I count views visualize sales Go so hard so I cant fail Im finna get to these dreams Get faded with the Yung Leans Get Paid off 16s Answer niggas prayers like the Sistine WIL$ON Shawty what you sippin on, Gatorade Shawty what you smoking on, lemonade Im up in the sky finna elevate Mix it with some koolaid Popping pills cuz I get paid

write a song like Yung Lean All I roll is potent , we stay golden

Skrrt, skrrt All I roll is potent , we stay golden We gone hocus pocus, they think they know us Im flying in a lotus, in a Range Rover Is my life over? Take, take, take, take Take control of, take control of me Take control of Lean, take control of me All I roll is potent White powder like a hill, take control of me When it hits my body, you know theres no stoppin lean I dont like red, paint the roses green Put a price up on my head, theres no controllin me I thought I was dead , but Im livin free Walk up in the spot, bitch, its SBE Stack the money green, turn it into leaves Six Air Force on my feet just like a centipede All I roll is potent, we stay golden We gone hocus pocus, they think they know us Im flying in a Lotus , in a Range Rover Is my life over? Is, is it over? Never will I rise to fall, Ive seen that light from very far I pack my bag, I pack my bag, bet you could never match the stars Keep my boys round, they watch my back Follow the lights, we in the cab Hash is from Uzbekistan, I ball like asics cross the land You see my face, I see your hands She dont want to understand, but I have a plan Mixing alcohol and xans, with my, with my gang You can find me where I stand, Disney wonderland I dont ever get attached, doesnt work like that Doesnt work like that Black bracelet, never show faces Two pills runnin round in the matrix Never show faces, never show faces Two pills runnin round in the matrix All I roll is potent , we stay golden We gone hocus pocus, they think they know us Im flying in a Lotus , in a Range Rover Is my life over? Is, is it over? All I roll is potent , we stay golden We gone hocus pocus, they think they know us Im flying in a Lotus , in a Range Rover Is my life over? Is, is it over? Lotus, Ranger Rover, Rover, is, is, it over?

write a song like Yung Lean Emotional shawties in this bitch

2003 Arizona iced out boys Yung Leandoer, shawty Emotional boys, 2001 Emotional shawties in this bitch Makaveli Bitches come and go But you know I stay Bitches come and go But you know I stay Got my balls licked By a Zooey Deschanel look-alike cocaine addict Razor blade to your head Conflict, Im a contradicted shit Peeing on old peoples houses is an inflict 2003 shit This aint no splitting bills shit Imma peel banana skids While listenin to R Kellys Greatest Hits Yung Lean in the club For some morphine Yung Lean up in the club For some morphine Poppin pills like zits While someone vomits on your mosquito tits Slitting wrists while dark evil spirits like Slytherin Slither in with tricks, Im sick Acid trip makes my spitting sick And makes me start hitting chicks Knitting thick, shitting quick, fitting dick Like transmitting shit with an AIDS stick Think youre gay as fuck like a fish stick Tequila shots and salt licks Getting balls in your face like a free kick Yung Lean stays motherfuckin freaky Yung Lean in the club For some morphine Yung Lean up in the club For some morphine Rotten teeth like Gargamel Cast a spell, you keep on tryin to yell But your dead body stinks worse than my swell Well, Lean expels Diagrams as if they were made in Excel Fuck fat hoes like Adele Get my dick stuck inside a lamp shell Get it out with sperm cells and hair gel Swim in Mexico, mademoiselle Point and laugh while he fell Whos laughing now, now that Im explosive like Alfred Nobel Yung Lean only attracts an older clientele Very well

write a song like Yung Lean See me, flossin, flossin lean, like a dental health care

Argh, Yeah Sad Boys GTB See me, flossin, flossin lean, like a dental health care Polo, polo everythin, make that denti-denti-dentist scared Make ya bitches stare, ride on spaceship Jump on top of my crystal chair I sip forties, North Face, black neon lightnin gear Walk in the back room when I finish shed a tear Then I buy the sword and the spear, light-year Kill the game then disappear Get my dick licked by Britney spear G-shocks and the silvers clear Rob the cashier, listen with one ear Got the game in my hand, Im the mad hatter, with a sad boys tat Ratatat Olders dont know how to rap, ya know Im strapped up Lean’s all around me, I been I been really sippin I see dead people, Im really trippin Take em to the back and get the snappin Cause Im rich man, cause Im rich man , , Holy sword, shadow Bladee, my girlfriend looks like anime Never had a car but Im still inhaling the candy paint Bladee man, Astroboy, Im smoking on a asteroid Im inside a plastic void, I turn into a plastic boy Drinking liquid acid out of plastic cups, Jurassic boy Watch on my wrist, its all black but its made of gold Raining gold, Ill break your soul, my mind is using mind control In a gold mine with an axe and a superstone Gucci phone, Coca Cola snow, sending super drones From the iron throne, put you down like a skeleton In my bones, silver herringbone like the thunder dome When I woke up one day, everything was gone Asteroid Turn into a plastic boy Made of gold Using mind control

write a song like Yung Lean Orca ninjas go Rambo

Squad shit It G Ma! Woh! Underwater squad Skrrt! 여전히 몸엔 camo Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt! Orca ninjas go Rambo It G Ma! Woh! Eyy Underwater squad Skrrt! Eyy 여전히 몸엔 camo Orca ninjas go Rambo Oh my god, Im selfish I cant help it, made myself rich Smoking green just like the Celtics In Miami, yellow ear-rings Yeah, we started all these trends With the same clique, no new friends Underwater ship Shipping boxes, make em flip Pink diamonds on my wrist Sadboys, we in this bitch Need a double cup, my hand Popping pills like Scooby snacks Seeing colors, apple jacks Please, I cant excuse my being SBE rollin off a bean Gucci, Louie, on my team They knew we were a problem, they knew not to fuck with Lean

write a song like Yung Lean We got some bitches on my deck

Rob the bank We got some hoes We got some bitches on my deck We got pills, were not You know Yung Lean, Sadboys, we out here Up in the club sipping molly like a Ima sippin with my whole crew Percocetting and, we sipping arizona Ill get a bitch and she sitting on my lap Finna get these stacks Got Yung Sherman, Yung Sherman coming faces looks like gremlins I dont give a bitches that would like to suck my cock in the club Cause Im up on the mountain Up in the club and Im sipping gatorade Im up with my fucking whole crew, blunt in my mouth and Im headed down south Got 200 on my side Sipping like a Gotta say sorry And you know I look like Bruno Mars Gucci socks yeah Ferrari be yellow Face tattoo, mellow Ill put you in the shadow Fuck you and your bitch Standing in the shadow, I got people starin got shadows, I dont care Pop grafitti in the air xanax cause you know we dont care Dont care about place got Gucci, we pull up to the space We got Yung fucking Sherman, we got Yung fucking Sherman, we got- And Ill fuck her in the ass pal, sorry Sipping with my shawty Sipping on the Honolulu You know that we sipping dudu You cant see me cause I really cant see you Its Yung Lean a.k.a. Yung Clean a.k.a. Yung Mean aka Yung Sugar Havent you seen? Im up in the club like Im Charlie Sheen Im Charlie Sheen Is that really you? You know I been there all time with my whole crew Woh, woh

write a song like Yung Lean Shawty what you living on

Shawty what you living on I aint bout the fucking fame Shawty wanna smoke case for a days Yung Lean gets a and I fuck these bitches straight for days Come up in the club in the million ways Milky way, uh Shawty what you up to tonight, tonight? Shawty what you up to tonight, aight I dont give a shit cause Im doing alright Get faded, get buck, suck a dick, get some butts Getting paper, getting stacks Come up in the club Getting racks I dont give a shit Yung Lean get the Mac-10 Come up in the club and Im fucking bitches like benjamins Getting Benjamins Yung Lean, shawty What you doing shawty, we sipping on Bacardi, Bacardi Nah That party getting started Yung Lean got twenty strippers getting super naughty And we, we pop a knife Yung Lean get the fucking knife Razer blade to you Make you call your wife Wifey on the phone Lean on that petrol What you doing shawty Im watching Home Alone Is a great movie Ima

write a song like Yung Lean Tryna flex ? but they bout that life

Tryna flex ? but they bout that life Baby say she like me she know bout that life Take her on vacation she know we about that life Take her on vacation she know we about that Flying on my private jet over island I need to take some time off, vacation Bring my baby girl on vacation Catch me on this island when the lights out Moonlight in the sky I been chillin with my baby girl She know she the one I love She the only one I love Next year thaiboy 21st Eleven october that’s my birthday Thaiboy On a mission in the mountains See me drinking rum straight off the fountain See me thaiboy Thaiboy Hear me ? Ah ah Ah ah Snow white Coke white All white everything A range rover Two cups I cant feel anything Im in the club I’m sipping drinks I’m rolling off a pearly pill Rolling off a pearly blunt They Tryna get up early son Later Tryna take my cash but you know that I ? So much love for my day ones Segway rolling thirty blunt Can’t get help from thirty nuns She pop two while im on one Lately lean lean well I’m so gone On a mission in the mountains See me drinking rum straight off the fountain See me thaiboy Thaiboy Hear me ? Ah ah ah Leaving how this song goes Leading all these yung boys Running fast smoking with a sore throat Drinking, doing pure coke Inner light In this club I wanna make love in this club So I make love in this club Real sad girls can’t feel gravity I’m no star I’m the fucking sunlight!

write a song like Yung Lean Tryna tell me something, I dont listen

Tryna tell me something, I dont listen I dont pay attention to these children R-r-r-r-r-runnin up the highway on a mission I see green lights, missed misfits smokin cannabis THC bliss, Im a dove, youre a counterfeit Draped in silk, but I aint pay shit for this outfit Saw you in the lobby once Robin jeans, my wings were up Dont fuck with me Im off coke and you saw my face but Im so numb Hundred stacks, hundred stacks on me Cant leave, cant be free, hunnid stacks Runnin up the highway on a mission I dont pay attention to these children Runnin up the highway on a mission Hunnid stacks on me, VIP, bitch We roll up! Hundred stacks, hundred stacks on me Cant leave, cant be free, hunnid stacks Runnin up the highway on a mission I dont pay attention to these children Runnin up the highway on a mission Hunnid stacks on me, VIP, bitch We roll up! we roll up we roll up Yeah, I got the knife, I dont wanna use it tonight Let the stars decide if Im gonna live or die Gonna lose my mind, runnin, runnin through the night Creepin up outside, with my team, you know Im high Pull up with no lights, blowin smoke, drinkin ice Whats your blood type, what does it taste like? Ridin on my bike when this rain is comin down All my boys can fly, were like angels in the night Hundred stacks, hundred stacks on me Cant leave, cant be free, hunnid stacks Runnin up the highway on a mission I dont pay attention to these children Runnin up the highway on a mission Hunnid stacks on me, VIP, bitch We roll up! Louis, Gucci, Polo, I rock all that shit every day Catch me in a four-door with Yung Sherman, hop out in LA Buildings fallin down, I need money, I need mine today You can do it how you like, I know Im stuck up in my ways I woke up in a Gucci linen bed, Im feelin fine today Make it rain, I make it burn Take my chances, take my turns Runnin up the highway on a mission Runnin up the highway on a mission, mission

write a song like Yung Lean Five, four, three, two, one

Five, four, three, two, one Söder glöder, vi e systrar o bröder Vi glöds av hetsa, det rinner svett Och ja trixar me’ trasan på långholmens strand, sen drar vi hem, o repar me vårt band Allt de här e vårt, o vi håller de hårt Vi saltare o de e här vi bor Kom o titta på vår vackra stad På Eriks simhall så har vi ett bad Ni kan inte ta de här från oss för det är VI! som bor här förståss Bor här på söder o har två bröder Dem är mina, och inte dina Tjo allihopa, hur mår ni? Här på söder kan man softa Chilla me polarn o slippa skolan Står för min stadsdel, o de e inte fel Polarn e värsta skiten O jag känner mig äkta sliten Men nu är det över, det är allt jag behöver Så jag går hem till min familj Här käkar vi middag det är rester av sill Och efter det går jag ut till grillen Då köper jag något gott, som inte smakar spott Söder, söder, vi bor där hela livet Söder, söder, man tar ingenting för givet Söder, söder, tänk på allt du gör Söder, söder, vi bor där tills jag dör Kommer fram till Östermalmstorg, så saknar jag söder och känner fett med sorg Köper godis för en, två spänn, sen drar jag hem med min kompis eller vän Här på söder har vi fina hus, och idag, gör vi mycket bus Går på Hornsgatan med en zutt, sen glider alla in på BUP Se dagens ljus på södersjukhuset, ta första stegen i gruset

write a song like Yung Lean Yung Sherm on the track, nigga

Yeah Sadboys, baby Yung Sherm on the track, nigga For me This one for the hoes Real father Sweden man, lets get it man Ay yo Ay yo, bitch bring your friend I got my nigga Yung Lean slidin thru If I invite you out, girl dont sike me out Girl, I just wanna show you how I wife you If I invite you out, girl dont sike me out Girl, I just wanna fucking spend some good time Yeah, money on my mind Bitch, Im fresh off the grid Im just tryna lay down on, the beach with my towel and just look at your smile You turn my frown upside down But you in the ocean Girl, I hope that we go drown As we sinking go down, to the bottom of the sea I see your underwear Its soaking out yo pussy, get free Listen me, only me Your hands is all that I see When I take a drug I think of happiness and Hello Kitty Baby pink choppers Baby pink gear Better step your game up cause i picture no fear We ride dirty, whip your ass Smoking hasch Lemonade and sip Counting stacks 30 grams Sip it up fast I’m doing better, counting cheddar My room teenager crying blood, eating shrooms I got the magical power Breastplate, I’m the wire, fruit loops Burning tires Im sad, borderline on the place I come through the fire I used to grind Im this flyer I slide through, I come through Lofty305, Sadboys, what the fuck you gonna do? I slide through, I come through Lofty305, Sadboys, what you gonna do?

write a song like Yung Lean Who dat, who dat, who dat, that be Gucci Lean

Who dat, who dat, who dat, that be Gucci Lean Lean Paint the walls red Thats a art show Rich twerk, wrist twerk I let the art glow In my art show You can get hit up in my art show Dont choose shit Unless you ask me Who dat, who dat, who dat, that be Gucci Lean Lean, lean, lean You get hit nigga, you was tryna tax lean Got a bitch she be on my team 2K a hoe, Imma play a hoe Dripped up with gold slugs dripped up with gold slugs I dont give a fuck nigga Kanye shoulda shrugs 30 on my wrist bitch, choppas, hunnids Lean AK in ya face Thats a art show Damn Lean you got like 30 more Nigga dont trip off Luckaleannn Nigga dont trip off Goth Money I dont give a fuck bout you Boy we bringin all the boof Uzi in that fuckin car We dont give a mother fuck Lean, lean, lean Now they thug on my fuckin team Yung Lean 600 million Gucci euros for my art show Scandinavian art hoes, at my art show Im still in the night, Im just tryin score some shit I wanna take your money but I dont wanna be rich I dont give a fuck who lookin at me now Bow bow, to the ground Ghost land, ghost round, keep my boys round all times Rollin round with Thai boy Goon Pour a 4 in my duce now 44, 50Ks when my moneys on truce now Im at the art house You cant get in at my art show Spark blunts, 2 hoes Euros in my bankrolls Swedish gold my art show Im a fuckin rockstar Rock out, sniff blow Pink paint, paint slow SBE in this hoe We in this hoe Im a fuckin rockstar Rock out, sniff blow Pink paint paint slow SBE in this hoe

write a song like Yung Lean Shawty what you sippin on? Gatorade

Shawty what you sippin on? Gatorade Shawty what you smokin on? Lemonade Im up in the sky, finna elevate Mix it with some Kool-Aid Pop em pills cause I get paid Shawty what you sippin on? Gatorade Shawty what you smokin on? Lemonade Im up in the sky, finna elevate Mix it with some Kool-Aid Pop em pills cause I get paid Galaxy boys Reality is far away Liquid love got me floatin away Up in the club, Grey Goose every day Stacks on racks til my mind starts melting away Smoking on a the J Posted in the bay Sadboys sippin Arizona day by day Day by day I goes away Swerving swerving on this ice tea Yung Gud shawty, posted with that DMT Hash in the pipe is ABC Cut their wrists and lay em down gently Leopard colored backseat in my Bentley Relently, I pop two pills too many I dont give a fuck, I brought plenty Champagne and lobster its a rich kid party You know what it do, Yung Leandoer shawty Rockin Bravo Charlie Sippin on Bacardi Shawty what you sippin on? Gatorade Shawty what you smokin on? Lemonade Im up in the sky, finna elevate Mix it with some Kool-Aid Pop em pills cause I get paid Shawty what you sippin on? Gatorade Shawty what you smokin on? Lemonade Im up in the sky, finna elevate Mix it with some Kool-Aid Pop em pills cause I get paid Galaxy boys Reality is far away Liquid love got me floatin away Up in the club, Grey Goose every day Stacks on racks til my mind starts melting away Smoking on a the J Posted in the bay Sadboys sippin Arizona day by day Day by day I goes away Swerving swerving on this ice tea Yung Gud shawty, posted with that DMT Hash in the pipe is ABC Cut their wrists and lay em down gently Leopard colored backseat in my Bentley Relently, I pop two pills too many I dont give a f–

write a song like Yung Lean On your mamas tits and pussy, Im sippin

That shit is drippin Shhh That shit is drippin On your mamas tits and pussy, Im sippin Yung Lean, he is stoned and flippin Burgers with bacon and the dope You take a shower, dont drop the soap Im sorry to say, Obama likes Guantanamo bay Excuse me, but this shit isnt cool I wanna lick on them strawberry boobies, all day You gotta see the conrast between you and me, you have a bitch, I have three You gotta see the conrast between you and me, you have a bitch, I have three Chocolate, all up on my cocky, yeah Chocolate, all up on my cocky, yeah, yeah, yeah If your mommy eatin chocolate, if your bitch eatin chocolate, if your dick eatin chocolate, chocolate, chocolate If your mommy eatin chocolate, if your bitch eatin chocolate, if your dick eatin chocolate, chocolate, chocolate Its winter now, drink hot chocolate with cream thats been whipped In for weeks, youll get ripped Its winter now, dont get a flu Rest in peace Today, my bitches are covering chocolate, tommorow my chocolate is covering bitches Today, we boppin the E Tomorrow, we boppin the B Order cappuccino, drink a frappuccino, with them crushed up, nah fuck this shit Chocolate, all up on my cocky, yeah Chocolate, all up on my cocky, yeah, yeah, yeah If your mommy eatin chocolate, if your bitch eatin chocolate, if your dick eatin chocolate, chocolate, chocolate If your mommy eatin chocolate, if your bitch eatin chocolate, if your dick eatin chocolate, chocolate, chocolate nippird si tihs tahT

write a song like Yung Lean Im 86 years old, and, uh

Im 86 years old, and, uh Im in the bathtub with two crocodiles Theyre like pet crocodiles Because real crocodiles have gone extinct So theyre small and pink, and theyre crawling all over me Im drinking nice Moroccan coffee And Im listening to old Chief Keef demos And, just like, beautiful women everywhere, exotic pets And, I dont know, I go down and check the mail, and erm Yeah, thats about it

write a song like Yung Lean Bloody tear drop sippin drop fuck a cop

Lean Leandoer Lean Lean, Lean Sadboys Whats going on? Bloody tear drop sippin drop fuck a cop Bloody lean cup in a cup fuck it up Shawty weirder getting top taking shots Italian diamonds in my ear match my knot Bloody tear drop sippin drop fuck a cop Bloody lean cup in a cup fuck it up Shawty weirder getting top taking shots Italian diamonds in my ear match my knot Italian diamonds like mafia Pockets looking like a In my city Im a vet and a general Pussy aint got no rep Riding with me and I keep me a pint Got a uzi with a scope and a sight Down for the saturday night in the ghetto might get you setup Me and my wodie run the block you aint runnin shit Got the rock like chris Make it pop likе crisp Got big knots take off in a yacht Run up you get wet up Bitch you know I keep thе mops Bloody tear drop sippin drop fuck a cop Bloody lean cup in a cup fuck it up Shawty weirder getting top taking shots Italian diamonds in my ear match my knot Bloody tear drop sippin drop fuck a cop Bloody lean cup in a cup fuck it up Shawty weirder getting top taking shots Italian diamonds in my ear match my knot Trousers from Japan match currency in my hand Percocet got a young boy in a trance Need a nickel bag i been countin up them bands Yo bitch acting out on you I think that she playing pretend Im done with dubs Im counting up you I aint wearing scars but Im playing with prescriptions Gotta get me 3 thousand buds just to pay attention Im sippin on a bloody tea cup up in bread yeah Bloody tear drop sippin drop fuck a cop Bloody lean cup in a cup fuck it up Shawty weirder getting top taking shots Italian diamonds in my ear match my knot Bloody tear drop sippin drop fuck a cop Bloody lean cup in a cup fuck it up Shawty weirder getting top taking shots Italian diamonds in my ear match my knot Big red bone she taste like red gatorade If she got the act right imma put her on display Slimes they be slithering they hit you with the draco Feeling suits sopranos Italian ice for maples How you fit a truckload in that winter Larry put the PHD in THC I got some flavors bracelet wrap my wrist in joja mud You heading off the cliff when that pushing come to shove Bloody tear drop sippin drop fuck a cop Bloody lean cup in a cup fuck it up Shawty weirder getting top taking shots Italian diamonds in my ear match my knot Bloody tear drop sippin drop fuck a cop Bloody lean cup in a cup fuck it up Shawty weirder getting top taking shots Italian diamonds in my ear match my knot

write a song like Yung Lean Always when schools out, time to sell crack cause I aint no Boy Scout

Always when schools out, time to sell crack cause I aint no Boy Scout Tell these faggots not to shout, screaming out my name Dollars in my pocket, dollars down my chain, yeah Im the mane She came knocking on my door like Jehovah All black like the devils baseball coaches, I was listening to Hova Fuck her in the leather pellet sofa, up in Nova Scotia Drive her body down to the lake in my Range Rover Tryna calm her down like Im Oprah Police knocking on my window but its like I told ya Soon as they approach us, crush em like cockroaches White lines in the White House at night time Sneaking round town like a white mouse Yeah Im so iced out, aint no Tom and Jerry shit But this shit is evident, yeah Im so relevant, Im hella rich Drive her body down to the lake in my Range Rover Tryna calm her down like Im Oprah Police knocking on my window but its like I told ya Soon as they approach us, crush em like cockroaches White lines in the White House at night time Sneaking round town like a white mouse Yeah Im so iced out, aint no Tom and Jerry shit But this shit is evident, yeah Im so relevant, Im hella rich Gold necklace, prescription drugs, Yung Lean straight flexing Pearl necklace, prescription drugs, Yung Lean straight flexing And Im condescending, money never lending, yeah Im always spending Bad bitches yes, yes I be bending Forwarding these hoes, so ascending Leandoer bucket hat, fuck I aint pending Coke in party hell, yes bitch I am attending Let em do top, we offending Champagne and ecstasy, yeah I keep blending Nude pics girls keep em sending Im so rich, this shit is never ending Yung Lean not really pretending but I keep my money pending Money penny I be defending Im so high Im never landing Drive her body down to the lake in my Range Rover Tryna calm her down like Im Oprah Police knocking on my window but its like I told ya Soon as they approach us, crush em like cockroaches White lines in the White House at night time Sneaking round town like a white mouse Yeah Im so iced out, aint no Tom and Jerry shit But this shit is evident, yeah Im so relevant, Im hella rich

write a song like Yung Lean Brand new Yung Lean man

[Into: Rejjie Snow} Yo, Yo Brand new Yung Lean man Worldwide premiere Worldwide exclusive man Shout-out Sadboys Shout-out Yung Lean Lets get emotional Worldwide premiere Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Phone in my pocket Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Phone in my pocket Alien face, tatted up Ballin, ballin, Swiss cup Dro cologne and Im drunk Dro cologne and Im drunk Pounds of Gucci on me, Gucci shoes on my feet I wanna see who you sleep, I wanna see who you sleep Sad mob, monеy Lean Sad gang, thats money team I look down, down to Earth See my rеflection, whats it worth? Alien face, tatted up Ballin, ballin, Swiss cup Dro cologne and Im drunk Dro cologne and Im drunk Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Phone in my pocket Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Gold on my wrist, phone in my pocket Phone in my pocket

write a song like Yung Lean I see rats in the city

I see rats in the city Theyre running around just like me I see rats in the city There is nothing I’ve got stacks in the winter Ive got cash Ive got weed I see rats in the city And there’s nothing that can be And theres nothing I need Except you and me, except you and me Guess I gotta go And I just want to be free I see rats in the sewers, and the streets where I be

write a song like Yung Lean Bro Im boutta ball this shit

Yuh Its Travis Lets go Bro Im boutta ball this shit Yuh Shawty Ima do things that you aint never did Finna wake up next to you in my crib Cause Ima make you hurt Ima, Ima make you hurt Ima, Ima make you hurt Shawty Ima do things that you never did Finna wake up next to you in my crib Sadboys, we on deck Am I awake? Gotta check Went to sleep, never came back Im the same guy smoking loud pack Iced out, rice back PCP attack, 3D pills Hoes on my ball sack They dont know how to act High tech watch, high tech locked Broken skies, fantastic fox Got keys, but Ill never find the lock Emotional boys we in the UFO Skies pink when Im on ecstasy In Tokyo, playing Mario Sadboys blastin your stereos Sucking on my nuts like pistachios Mixing champagne with Carpaccio Slangin dough, ho Im on that polo Stacks of money, more for you Milkshakes with the crushed up Oreos Ima make you hurt Ima, Ima make you hurt Ima, Ima make you hurt Bitch I light the sky, call me Charmeleon My lifes on the line I aint Charmander, but Im nearly on Clearly on drugs That will make you hear, clearly wrong Longer than my yearly bong hit Shawty thinks she got style

write a song like Yung Lean I will always love you

I will always love you How I do Let go of a prayer for you Just a sweet word The table is prepared for you Im wishing you godspeed, glory There will be mountains you wont move Still, Ill always be there for you I let go of my claim on you Its a free world Youll look down on where you came from sometimes But youll have this place to call home This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind This love will keep through blinding of the eyes Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind Oh, oh Ill always love you Until the time we die Oh, oh

write a song like Young Thug Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away We just wanna party Party just for you We just want the money Money just for you I know you wanna party Party just for free Girl, you got me dancin Dance and shake the frame We just wanna party Party just for you We just want the money Money just for you I know you wanna party Party just for free Girl, you got me dancin Dance and shake the frame This is America Dont catch you slippin now Dont catch you slippin now Look what Im whippin now This is America Dont catch you slippin now Dont catch you slippin now Look what Im whippin now This is America Dont catch you slippin now Look how Im livin now Police be trippin now Yeah, this is America Guns in my area I got the strap I gotta carry em Yeah, yeah, Ima go into this Yeah, yeah, this is guerilla Yeah, yeah, Ima go get the bag Yeah, yeah, or Ima get the pad Yeah, yeah, Im so cold like, yeah Im so dope like, yeah We gon blow like, yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody You go tell somebody Grandma told me Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Black man This is America Dont catch you slippin now Dont catch you slippin now Look what Im whippin now This is America Dont catch you slippin now Dont catch you slippin now Look what Im whippin now Look how Im geekin out Im so fitted Im on Gucci Im so pretty Im gon get it Watch me move This a celly Thats a tool On my Kodak Black Ooh, know that Get it Ooh, work it Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands Contraband, contraband, contraband I got the plug in Oaxaca They gonna find you like blocka Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody America, I just checked my following list, and You go tell somebody You mothafuckas owe me Grandma told me Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Black man Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody You go tell somebody Grandma told me, Get your money Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Get your money, Black man Black man You just a black man in this world You just a barcode, ayy You just a black man in this world Drivin expensive foreigns, ayy You just a big dawg, yeah I kenneled him in the backyard No, probably aint life to a dog For a big dog

write a song like Young Thug Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na

Hey Havana, ooh na-na Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah Oh, but my heart is in Havana Theres somethin bout his manners Havana, ooh na-na He didnt walk up with that how you doin? When he came in the room He said theres a lot of girls I can do with But I cant without you I knew him forever in a minute That summer night in June And papa says he got malo in him He got me feelin like... Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I knew it when I met him , I loved him when I left him Got me feelin like, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh And then I had to tell him, I had to go Oh na-na-na-na-na Havana, ooh na-na Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na Oh, but my heart is in Havana My heart is in Havana Havana, ooh na-na Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam Back it on me Shawty cravin on me, get to eatin on me She waited on me Shawty cakin on me, got the bacon on me This is history in the makin, homie Point blank, close range, that B If it cost a million, thats me I was gettin mula, baby Havana, ooh na-na Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na Oh, but my heart is in Havana My heart is in Havana Havana, ooh na-na Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na Take me back, back, back like... Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na Take me back, back, back like... Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na Take me back, back, back like... Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na Take me back, back, back Hey, hey... Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Take me back to my Havana... Havana, ooh na-na Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na Oh, but my heart is in Havana My heart is in Havana Havana, ooh na-na Oh, na-na-na Oh, na-na-na Oh, na-na-na Oh, na-na-na Havana, ooh na-na

write a song like Young Thug I done, uh, ha, huh

I done, uh, ha, huh London On Da Track, bitch Ayy, Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothafucka Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothafucka Rich Gang, Thugga Thugga baby Got like four ounces in a 20 ounce, bitch Im blessed I done , did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle Nigga livin life like a beginner and this is only beginnin Im on the top of the mountain, puffin on clouds and niggas still beginnin Million five on the Visa card Hundred bands stacked look like some fuckin Titans Nigga servin great white like Im feedin sharks I wont do nothin with the bitch, she cant even get me hard Somethin wrong with the pussy Even though I aint gon hit it, Ima still make sure that she douche it Me and my woadie, we dont get caught up like that, no way We aint got time to go see doctors, J, hey Who said money? Hop up in my bed full of forty bitches, Im yawnin Hey, think this a show, bitch, Im performin I do this shit for my daughters and all my sons, bitch Im gonna run up them bands up, take care their funds, bitch I got a moms, bitch , she got a moms, bitch I got sisters and brothers to feed I aint goin out like no idiot, Im a OG I done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle Nigga livin life like a beginner and this is only beginnin Im on the top of the mountain, puffin on clouds and niggas still beginnin Still screamin Fuck the otherside Ima ride for my nigga, ayy And Ima die for my nigga, ayy Aint gonna be latchin on my niggas, ayy Niggas couldnt see me if they had a genie Ima live my life like Bennie, R.I.P. my brother Bennie I stack them racks to the ceiling, now these niggas cant beat me I just might wake wantin Chanel and these bitches cant see me Im in a whole other league I aint got AIDS but I swear to God I would bleed Til I D.I.E 28 floors up I feel like I could F.L.Y.E.E Pee on top of these bitches God told me they can never stop me so they aint gon stop me Im in that Corvette with baby mommy gettin sloppy toppy Im bleedin red like a devil, I see these bitches plotting They wanna know how I got Ms and I didnt finish college I done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle Nigga livin life like a beginner and this is only beginnin Im on the top of the mountain, puffin on clouds and niggas still beginnin I do it for my daddy , I do it for my mama Them long nights, I swear to God I do it for the come up Im Willie B beatin on my chest, in the jungle, ayy Money on money, I got commas in every bank Sunday through Monday Ive been grindin with no sleep Talkin bout takin somethin from me, like no way Thugga Thugger, thats my brother, brother You dont want no trouble trouble or you can get these fists, knuckle, knuckle Buckle up like a seatbelt or Ill shoot ya Punchin on the gas , too fast, and I lose ya Give me a bed, and Ill do her , I want her head, Medusa I swear a nigga gone cause this strong Im blowin super Ayy, grindin for a new day Im skatin, like that nigga Lupe Hey, Im on the top just like toupee Ayy, Im in her mouth just like toothpaste Ive done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle Nigga livin life like a beginner and this is only beginnin Im on the top of the mountain, puffin on clouds and niggas still beginnin Sitting in the middle of this ocean, Pacific that is You understand me? Bunch of bad bitches, ya heard? Popping that GTV, living that lifestyle, ya heard? I do this for Ms. Gladys, boy - 100 1.2K

write a song like Young Thug You dont want zero problems, big fella!

You dont want zero problems, big fella! Yep! Igh! If one more label try to stop me Its gon be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby, huh huh You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, bih You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha Just another day, had to pick up all the mail There go Chano ridin through the streets, they be like, There he go! You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, bih You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha Just another day, had to pick up all the mail There go Chano ridin through the streets, they be like, There he go! Ooh, watch me come and put the hinges in their hands Countin Benjis while we meetin, make em shake my other hand, huh Milly rockin, scoopin all the blessings out my lap Bitch I know you tried to cheat, you shoulda never took a nap, hey Fuck wrong with you? What you were thinkin? Fuck you thought it was? You talk that talk that make a lame-ass nigga fall in love Not me, though, bitch, you can keep those Bruh, Im at your head like Craig did Deebo Dont tweak, bro, its never sweet, ho My shooters come for free, so If one more label try to stop me Its gon be some dreadhead niggas in ya lobby, huh, huh You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, you bih You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha Yep, yep Pull up in the new thing, Im like You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, bih You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, bih You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha They be like, There he go! You old Petey Pablo, take your shirt off Wave round your head like a helicopter I aint put enough weed in the blunt All you do is smoke tobacco Where the hell you get them from? Yeezy said he aint make them My niggas chasin bounty hunters And gettin chased by their baby mamas My first tat was on my stomach Got a pocket full of money And a mind full of ideas Some of this shit may sound weird Inside of the Maybach Look like it came out of Ikea Run shit like diarrhea Big yacht, no power steering Aye, aye, captain Im high, captain Im so high Me and God dappin This is my blessin This is my passion School of hard knocks I took night classes You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, bih You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha Yep Pull up in the new thing, Im like They be like, There he go! I got problems bigger than these boys, yeah My deposits, they be on steroids Lord, free the Carter, niggas need the Carter Sacrificin everything, I feel like Jesus Carter Hold up, I got this sewed up, my soda poured up My woes up, Im flippin those bucks, they doing toe tucks I rolled up and let the smoke puff I lay down, toes up Hold up, get too choked up when I think of old stuff Move on, put my goons on, they kidnap newborns In the streets my face a coupon Her pussy too warm All these bitches come to do harm Just bought a new charm Fuck the watch, I buy a new arm, you lukewarm Im Uncle Luke with the hoes Pretty bitches, centerfolds Tippy toes around my crib in they robes, just their robes Half a milli in the safe, another in the pillowcase Codeine got me movin slower than a caterpillar race Fuck wrong with you? What you were thinkin? What you thought it was? I just popped five Percocets and only caught a buzz And if that label try to stop me There gon be some crazy Weezy fans waitin in the lobby Mula, baby You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, bih You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha Just another day, had to pick up all the mail There go Chano ridin through the streets, they be like, There he go! You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, bih You dont want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha Just another day, had to pick up all the mail There go Chano ridin through the streets, they be like, There he go! You dont want no problem, want no problem with me You dont want no problem, want no problem with me You dont want no problem, want no problem with me You dont want no problem, want no problem with me You dont want no problem, want no problem with me You dont want no problem, want no problem with me They say so, ridin with the payo They be like, There he go! There he go

write a song like Young Thug I pour a four up

Yeah Oh, yeah, uh Ooh, Thugger, yeah Yeah Travis Scott Thugger, Thugger, bitch Yeah I pour a four up I call your ho up Just to fuck her and show her I just went got my dough up Pullin off and Im gone Then I go and pour four up Then I roll up that roll-up Then Im callin your ho up Pick up the phone, baby I know youre home, baby Im in the zone, baby I just poured up a four, baby Never will I cheat on you Never will I commit treason Blowin a bag on you Do all of that for no reason Ima pull up MR2 Hittin the block and Im bleedin Throwing that Rollie on you I like the way it be freezin, yeah Pick up the phone, baby I know youre home, baby Im in the zone, baby I just poured up a four, baby Pour up a four of that Actavis Lean like my motherfuckin granny did Super Bowl ring with big-body Benz I stacked it up, now Im just better livin Got screws in my mouth, Im just preppin it Im fucking this cash, Im not celibate Im packin it out like a reverend I need all this cash, I got hella kids Ima play dumb and get left in the middle Back the fuck up, you too little Hit em with three like Im Miller I dont talk to no man in the middle I dont talk to no man, Im just kiddin But I did pay my sisters tuition I feel lucky, I should play the lottery Walkin off with it like Sonny Liston Mama told me Im her brightest star Mama told me dont hate on the law Because everybody got a job Because everybody wan be a star Please believe every motherfucker around here wan be a part She gon do anything in her power to be with ya boy Pick up the phone, baby I know youre home, baby Im in the zone, baby I just poured up a four, baby Never will l cheat on you Never will I commit treason Blowin a bag on you Do all of that for no reason Ima pull up MR2 Hittin the block and Im bleedin Throwin that Rollie on you I like the way you be freezin, yeah Pick up the phone Macaulay Culkin, baby, Home Alone I thought I was right Then I had to man up, I was wrong I hate when we fight She in love with the pipe I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight Percocet and codeine, please dont take my life She had a dream with Céline so I bought it twice Young nigga make it right back tonight Girl, youre so cute and your ass is nice Drinkin on four and Im shootin dice Wrist polar bear, Klondike And Im loving all races Hell nah, I dont discriminize Drinkin on clean, sanitize Ostrich seats with the frog eyes If I ever call your phone, baby Best believe its only one time Pick up the phone, baby I know youre home, baby Im in the zone, baby I just poured up a four, baby Never will l cheat on you Never will I commit treason Blowin a bag on you Do all of that for no reason Ima pull up MR2 Hittin the block and Im bleedin Throwin that Rollie on you I like the way you be freezin, yeah Pick up the phone, baby Im in the zone, baby Pick up the phone, baby Im in the zone, baby

write a song like Young Thug Yeah, man, T.I.P. in this motherfucker with me, nigga

Woah Yeah, man, T.I.P. in this motherfucker with me, nigga To the max with it Racks I count six shots Bustin out the bando A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip I went from Smart Card to a bitch with some smart lips And the F&N make my hip limp Im goin fishin with these little bitty shrimp dimps And my bank roll got a big dip She gon bring it on a big ship Quite trill, no QuikTrip I got thugs in the alley, know Tip here And she just wanna have a good day Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A Damn, Ill hold them birds til next May Never let em fly away I heard, hey buddy Listen what my nigga Tip say, hey If it aint about the money Dont be blowin me up, nigga, I aint gettin up If it aint about the money Aint no use in you ringin my line, stop wastin my time If it aint about the money Nah, I cant even hear what you say, I aint finna do shit If it aint about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it Bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy Im ridin in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh Im slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey When its bout time to pay, Ima bail on these bitches, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighborhood for? Standin at the corner store with a pocket full of dough Ill be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho Learned that from UGK back in Pocket Full of Stones Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4 You playin with it, Ima send em through your car door My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo Im doin it for black and yellow, free Hardo The head honcho, nigga, no Tonto, nigga Im quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga Niggas talk shit, well, I dont respond to no nigga No murder, no dough, no convo, nigga If it aint about the money Dont be blowin me up, nigga, I aint gettin up If it aint about the money Aint no use in you ringin my line, stop wastin my time If it aint about the money Nah, I cant even hear what you say, I aint finna do shit If it aint about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it Bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy Im ridin in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh Im slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey When its bout time to pay, Ima bail on these bitches, ayy What you think we in the neighborhood for? Standin in the trap, slangin good blow Them 80s babies used to slang that crack Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK If you ever took a loss, better bring that back Catch up witcha, betcha he gon blow your brains bout that Ba-bow, ayy, know you better be On your best behavior when addressin me Because, bye-gones, we dont let em be Niggas disrespect me, Ima catch a felony For real, if you listen I can get you paid But not interested in shit you say If it aint about the money Dont be blowin me up, nigga, I aint gettin up If it aint about the money Aint no use in you ringin my line, stop wastin my time If it aint about the money Nah, I cant even hear what you say, I aint finna do shit If it aint about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it Bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy Im ridin in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh Im slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey When its bout time to pay, Ima bail on these bitches, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighborhood for? Standin at the corner store with a pocket full of dough I’ll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho Learned that from UGK back in Pocket Full of Stones, nigga

write a song like Young Thug Ricky Racks, I see you!

Ricky Racks, I see you! Thugger! YSL for life, bitch Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else Yung Shad, you killed this track Free the GOAT! Thats my best friend, thats my best friend, flexin Big ol booty bitch missus from Texas, whats next is Im gon skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me And thats my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend Nigga livin TTG and everything is still on fleek Bad bitch rollin wit me, she gon smile cause she on fleek Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek Hey-yeah! Yeah Take them boys to school, swagonometry Bitch Im bleedin bad, like a bumble bee Hold up! Hold it, hold it, nigga proceed Ima eat that booty just like groceries Eat on that coochie, lay that bitch down like lets do it No Tiger, bitch, eat that wood, eat that wood Supplier, bitch, I got pistols, no wood I want them tacos that are Meagan Good Helicopter choppin with the buzz Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge Bang that other side, nigga curb And my reefer louder than a speaker Yeah my niece is hangin with The Beatles If you ever find her, better keep her 37 cameras for the sneakers Goin out like Ox or Beanie Sigel Send a cop, I cant wait to mistreat em Forcin your ho, I cant wait to mislead em And beat em, they aint my people Thats my best friend, thats my best friend, flexin Big ol booty bitch missus from Texas, whats next is Im gon skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me And thats my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend Nigga livin TTG and everything is still on fleek Bad bitch rollin wit me, she gon smile cause she on fleek Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek Hey-yeah! Yeah! Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today I done cut back on that lean, Im on that Hen and Dussé Dont do no talkin, when you see him, you better shoot in his face I got a hundred bitches that cant wait to replace Michael Jackson, nigga, Thugger Jackson moon walkin The S.L.I.M.E. army tool shoppin Me a horny goat, Im boolin at the bull stop No I cant get arrested cause Im talkin bout my necklace Ima put that bitch in the buck, Im a dog, lets get stuck My lil sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck Waddup cuz? Here yo cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup Your crew suck, dont got bucks, these aint drugs, nigga Thats my best friend, thats my best friend, flexin Big ol booty bitch missus from Texas, whats next is Im gon skeet off, lil nigga come catch me, catch me And thats my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend Nigga livin TTG and everything is still on fleek Bad bitch rollin wit me, she gon smile cause she on fleek Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek Hey-yeah!

write a song like Young Thug Me-meet me at The London

Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, woah Woah, woah Oh Oh Me-meet me at The London If you find time, we can run one Talk about some things we cant undo You just send the pin, I can find you 61, on the money, 92 You just say the word and Ill run through Two texts, no reply, thats when I knew I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew Yeah, circumnavigate the globe as the cash grows Get a nigga whacked like you get the grass mowed Im talkin slick when Im with the Big Slime, nigga Could hit your bitch, you could never hit mine, nigga In my DM, they electric slide, nigga No catfishin, this is not a fish fry, nigga Never switch sides on my dog Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars Everybody sing How could you come up out your face And say I aint the hardest nigga you done ever heard? I left a flock of rappers dead and buried A verse from me is like eleven birds Just did the math, thats like two thousand dollars every word Im on the verge, Ill beat the charge I killed some niggas and I walked away from it Then I observe, just how you curve Then told the nigga that they gotta wait for it I know—I know you in high demand Im ballin on a pussy nigga like Juwanna Mann Im drownin all inside the pussy like I never swam Ayy, fuck your IG, I put somethin on your sonogram Im the man, ayy, ayy Me-meet me at The London If you find time, we can run one Talk about some things we cant undo You just send the pin, I can find you 61, on the money, 92 You just say the word and Ill run through Two texts, no reply, thats when I knew I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew Pimp talk, church talk, I can make a brick walk Up north, down south, Bankhead to Rachel Walk Hit it with a little water, stretch it like a vocal cord STD, I run my ward, fuck a fed and his daughter Ima run the compound I supply the cigarettes and bread I got a main and she gon ride She took a quarter and she fled Im in the Lamb, so she gon ride I see the pain in shawtys light brown eyes Im at The London with some big thots No fries, she eat steaks with the fish sides Didnt your mama tell you when something on fire, stop, drop and roll? Ive been on the road like a pair of spinners at Stop-N-Gos I could charge em like a Dodge Hemi Demon Got your broad in the garage eatin semen Every time a nigga go back to the ward Niggas act like they want start And we leave them on the cement Me-meet me at The London If you find time, we can run one Talk about some things we cant undo You just send the pin, I can find you 61, on the money, 92 You just say the word and Ill run through Two texts, no reply, thats when I knew I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew I, crash down, we get money For the full town I decided, for the full side And they know, I might Get down, might See the whole town every time, I... Yeah, they know whats up

write a song like Young Thug Champagne with breakfast while Im yawning

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Champagne with breakfast while Im yawning You cant drink all day if you dont start in the morning Lord forgive me, I cant take things slowly Im gone on them once I get going She tryna take it all off for me Tryna stay real close to me I gotta catch myself I cant play myself, I need to take it Easy, easy, easy, easy Easy, easy, easy, easy Railiza, you need a... money and visa And you get what you want, always from me I cant say No when you say Please, I cant say No Howisha, you need a... baby with me, uh And Im takin my time, just wait, dont leave I cant say No when you say Please, I cant say No You wanna drink like Bajan and dance like Trini, yeah You want a supermodel pose like mi real friend Winnie Yeah, vacation is done but Im not finished, no Champagne with breakfast while Im yawning You cant drink all day if you dont start in the morning Lord forgive me, I cant take things slowly Im gone on them once I get going She tryna take it all off for me Tryna stay real close to me I gotta catch myself I cant play myself, I need to take it Easy, easy, easy, easy Easy, easy, easy, easy I stay to myself, Ill explain myself, I cant play myself Oh, first night, holy night, five in the morning, yeah-yeah And it feels like youre mine, signs of the times, oh, what a time Playin it right, playin it perfect Laughin it off, but I know youre hurtin Signs of the times, I say all the time Taking my time, just gets harder to find it But youre playin it right, youre playin me perfect She tryna take it all off for me Tryna stay real close to me I gotta catch myself I cant play myself, I need to take it Easy, easy, easy, easy Easy, easy, easy, easy I bet I never disrespect you, darlin I bet you pardon me, darlin

write a song like Young Thug Wrote this shit, January 21

Wrote this shit, January 21 Baby girl, I had to run, Ill be back a couple months Kendall turned 21, was up the street with 21 They could see me online, but they wont see me on the ones I got Dubai plates in the California state I got her waitin at my place, I got no baby on the way Im talkin Baby like Stunna, Im talkin Baby like Face Lost millions in the past, Im talkin maybe like eight Couple niggas from the city Wishin on a star, could they be like Drake Sorry, no, not today, you gotta find your own way Big dog from the 6, Im talkin Dogg like Nate My shit be raw out the gate, I dont need another take 40 got house on the lake, I aint know we had a lake She complainin how Im late, I aint know it was a date Niggas see me in person First thing they say is, I know you need a break. Hell naw, I feel great, ready now, why wait? Like a kiss from a rose I could be the one to seal your whole fate So be careful what you think, think about what you gon say Gotta deal with people straight, I got my 23s laced Its a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race, yeah And Im convinced I made sacrifices, I been ballin ever since We seein so many blessings, shit dont make no sense Someone watchin over us, so shout goes out to Him Yeah, Im convinced I made sacrifices, I been ballin ever since Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense Someone watchin over us, so shout goes out to— 2 Chainz, Im a real one Few shows, thats a mil run When she bust it down I said, Thanks for givin to me, like a pilgrim Cold worldll be chillin Earmuffs on the children Used to trap out the Hilton Got wood on the Cartiers: thats a face full of splinters Count a bankroll for dinner This the wrong place to enter Phone sex for breakfast, all kinda women text us Met her at the Super Bowl Told her I stayed down the street from Texas A-Town, I stay down, yeah its all in the wrist This one here out the fence Trap jumpin like “tha Carter”, mean it jumpin like Vince Moved on from the election Introduced her to the plug Cant believe they tried to take the connection Ooh, girl, you a blessin, fine ass, be finessin Yeah I love my fans but I dont wanna take pictures in the restroom Drench God with the 6 God Point guard and the two guard Pretty Girls Like Trap Music so I woke up with my wood hard And Im convinced I made sacrifices, I been ballin ever since We seein so many blessings, shit dont make no sense Someone watchin over us, so shout goes out to Him Yeah, Im convinced I made sacrifices, I been ballin ever since Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense Someone watchin over us, so shout goes out to— I was stealin from a bitch Back when I was 21 My favorite gun was a SIG 20 in the clip, head one Growin up, I was a running back You never made me ran once I got shot, sweat started runnin That shit was red like Hunt Im kickin, pimpin like I punt But dont you think shits sweet? Im talkin sweet, deer meat Im talkin suite like he sleep We aint doin too much talkin Im talmbout talkin like a speech Like the President, I kill em neat I’m talkin neat like freak Im talkin neat like fleek Im talkin neat like a geek You come with beef, I eat a B Im talkin B’s, spellin bee Double R, thats a Rolls Paint it yellow like its dairy Im talkin Rose like Derrick Im talkin rolls like a belly Like a new car, I got two keys Tryna score the bucket like a Chevy seat Then I heard they been pullin all week Ima use your name like, Who is he? You get it? Haha! I said Ima use a name like, Who is he? Got some gold on, leprechaun, sheesh Deep sleep short for deceased Big bezel on the Patty I’m talkin PADI—I meant Patek Dont try to take it, I got guns Im talkin guns, not pellets I watch the game from the floor Im talkin wood, first mattress Im talkin wood, pants down Im talkin woods like them clowns I got my mink off a monkey Im talkin monkey like Jumanji All your diamonds partly sunny Im talkin sunny like D, Sunny My diamonds wet, it cost me money Im talkin wet like its runnin Im talkin wet like Katrina Im talkin wet like Dasani, huh And Im convinced I made sacrifices, I been ballin ever since We seein so many blessings, shit dont make no sense Someone watchin over us, so shout goes out to Him Yeah, Im convinced I made sacrifices, I been ballin ever since Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense Someone watchin over us, so shout goes out to—

write a song like Young Thug Tell my baby Im back in town

High-lights Tell my baby Im back in town Highlights Tell everybody Im back in town High-lights Tell my baby Im back in town, town Highlights We only makin the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights We only makin the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights Can we play that back one time? And after that night Im gon wanna play this shit back, oh no Sometimes Im wishin that my dick had GoPro So I could play that shit back in slo-mo I just shot an amateur video; I think I should go pro We only makin the highlights We only makin the highlights Tell my mama, tell my mama That I only want my whole life to only be highlights One life, one night Uh Highlights Thats all I need Livin the life til I die I bet me and Ray J would be friends If we aint love the same bitch Yeah, he might have hit it first Only problem is Im rich Uh, 21 Grammys, superstar family We the new Jacksons, Im all about that action Im about that Farrakhan, life is a marathon Ima shift the paradigm, Ima turn up every time Ima bust a coachs head open on some Diddy shit If he ever talk to my son like an idiot One time for a nigga really gettin it Two times cause we got the whole city lit Advice to all my niggas: impregnate Bridget So when she have a baby she gon make another nigga Got the Fruit of Islam in the trenches hah? Even though they know Yeezus is a Christian hah? She spent her whole check on some Christians And that girl aint even religious Walkin, livin, breathin god, you know my past well Hard to believe in God, your nigga got killed Blac Chyna fuckin Rob, help him with the weight I wish my trainer would, tell me what I overate So when Im on vacay, I need to kick back, heh? What you want? You want a boss or an R&B nigga with a six pack, heh, huh? Uh, I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I need to know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I need to know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know right now if you a freak or not I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know right now if you a freak or not Oh lord , oh lord I need every bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know if you a freak or not Bad bitch up in Equinox I wanna know if you a freak or not Oh lord, oh my lord

write a song like Young Thug Me and Kurt feel the same, too much pleasure is pain

Me and Kurt feel the same, too much pleasure is pain My girl spites me in vain, all I do is complain She needs something to change, need to take off the e-e-edge So fuck it all tonight And dont tell me to shut up When you know you talk too much But you dont got shit to say I want you out of my head I want you out of my bedroom tonight Theres no way I could save you Cause I need to be saved too Im no good at goodbyes Were both actin insane, but too stubborn to change Now Im drinkin again, 80 proof in my veins And my fingertips stained, looking over the e-e-edge Dont fuck with me tonight Say you needed this heart, then you got it Turns out that it wasnt what you wanted And we wouldnt let go and we lost it Now Im a goner I want you out of my head I want you out of my bedroom tonight Theres no way I could save you Cause I need to be saved too Im no good at goodbyes I want you out of my life I want you back here tonight Im tryna cut you, no knife I wanna slice you and dice you My argue possessive, it got you precise Can you not turn off the TV? Im watchin the fight I flood the garage, blue diamond, no shark Youre Barbie life doll, its Nicki Minaj You dont need a key to drive, your car on the charger I just wanna see the side, the one thats unbothered And I dont want ya to never go outside I promise if they play, my niggas slidin Im fuckin her, and the tour bus still ridin Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I want you out of my head I want you out of my bedroom tonight Theres no way I could save you Cause I need to be saved too Im no good at goodbyes Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Im no good at goodbyes Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Im no good at goodbyes

write a song like Young Thug I can see that bullshit from a mile away

I can see that bullshit from a mile away You can stack my money bout a mile away I got three white bitches like its powder day Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies She lookin back like Im flexin, baby, no way And lately, I been on that Dusse, yee Got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check Money on my mind, I got money on my brain Money in my pants, I got money I call change 20, 50, 100, 500 millions made Big hunna Thugga, screamin free that Gucci Mane If I need some racks, Ima flip me some packs I talk like I want and she dont say nothin back If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack Or I put that brack in my brack Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie If you dont owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me I promise I wont ever quit, bitch, Im Kobe And I whip that white, you can snow me Stoner Young Thugger I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me, Young Thugger Yeah, she shinin like butter The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler Leave it to Beaver I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him Yeah, they all wanna greet him They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh No, they wont tease on that dick, they wont read on that dick They wont leash on that dick, dont Felicia that dick Mamacita that dick, they gon snitch on that dick And she screamin loud, she cant secret that dick Mama a beast on that dick If she bad, Ima gon an Four Season that bitch Eat that, lil bitch, Ima feast that lil bitch, mm I got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check Money on my mind, I got money on my brain Yeah, Im like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks Money in my pants, I got money I call change Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks 20, 50, 100, 500 millions made Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks Big hunna Thugga, screamin free that Gucci Mane Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey! Bitch, Im a Migo, I play with kilo When I put ice on, I am Sub-Zero All of my niggas, they hard, call em beetles Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger in Regals Droppin the top on the Bentley Im with the Birdman, yeah, the eagle Geeked out my mind, man, Im tripping out I dont know none of these people Make my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter Yes, I got threats, Im not worried bout that They know they can get whacked and I swear I done Got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check Yeah, Im like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey! We got London on da Track!

write a song like Young Thug They think that they know, something bout my life

We in the building Yeah Lets go King Push They think that they know, something bout my life Not in the same class, not on the same flight Maybe the same club, just not the same lights Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night You just took her phone number, I just took her home with a- Nother bitch, ménage, Boomerang, Strange Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la Renta Your hijo pequeño, my nachos bel grande Stay sippin that André, spent three stacks, thats André That Balmain, that Phillip Lim, they say Im dressing like Kanye Im everything that my rhymes say: breadwinner, brand owner Play Cloths, millionaire, trendsetter, landowner Hope your bitch dont land on him Drink in his hand with the sand on him You small time, you Hyundais Yall couch niggas, we stand on em Dope money with a band on it Half gold, we got a hand on it D-Boys still ball the same, just gotta little bit of glam on it Yah! Yo, I got flames for your download link I let Ja Rule when I murder ink Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think This Queens prodigy is the product of what you aint Well packaged to distribute to the masters Plotted this since first grade classes Class is elements of a classic, Ive got evidence of a master You never thought youd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? You cant take my heat Fireball flow, cant bat in my league Im the best rapper thats been slept on Stick around like gum thats been stepped on Stepped on, I stepped up, so what up? Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts I cold crush every beat that I touch My words silk and my flow is pure plush Tell HudMo Dope says, Whats up? Go Dreamers a looney Wish upon a star Im too cold for Pluto so Im movin back to Mars Cause this that spaceship, that space shit This that Category 5, this that quake, bitch, that quake, bitch See Im so funked out, like out of here Like blue lights in the basement And its a red state, in Georgia with it Last verse, did you get it? Nah Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle As Im on my Hollywood shuffle Eatin your million dollar truffles, this acquirin taste, nigga Tantalise so you can see the bigger picture that God is the light In the fixture or in the background Cut all the hatin in the background Cause if music and money is the motive, then youre so gimmick Whos to tell me I cant have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich? Boy stop playin, stop playin, Im just sayin, just sayin Go, go, go, go-go , go, go, go, uh Now who else wanna fuck with Hollyweird Go? Break up and roll it, light it and smoke it Pass it, dont hold it, lovin that potent Im drunk and Im rollin, this pill got me open These bad hoes is gruntin, their booties is pokin Out them little dresses, a nigga wanna fuck He dont even smoke, but tell Butter roll a blunt Cause Im way too drunk and Im too turnt up And I brought my own drugs and I do my own stunts Young and Im wildin, new drugs, I try em Hell call me RetcH, but your bitch call me Brian In Polo Im stylin, its all that Im rockin If you catch me out in Lo its a problem Less its a Champion suit, then Im trappin Fuck with me, I got all this Lo all from raggin Used to have a nigga that was down to get to clappin Seen it on a video, he yappin to the captain That nigga snitchin, R86 him These niggas trannies cause these niggas switchin And these niggas bitchin more than these bitches And Im just so sick of this shit, its ridiculous Middle finger to the feds and bitches all day Take her out to eat then I make a bitch pay And my wine on chill and my shrimps sautéed And Im chillin in L.A. with a bitch for the day Look, aint that a bitch? Foot up on the gas, aint no brakes in this bitch Cover girl givin face to the Crip Somethin bout a nigga on the way to the chips High off the money and Im wasted as shit High off the life and she cant get a grip Hundred dollar cup and you cant get a sip Im a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flick Hundred thousand dollar car where I sit And my broad is the shit, Crenshaw in the 6 Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips You either ball or you brick She dont know money so she callin you rich You aint got game so you fall for the shit Spend it all in this bitch til its gone and she split Now you feel like a wimp Talkin bout what you was buildin and shit Got you all up in your feelings and shit Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga shit To the real nigga shit 50 dollar, hundred dollar bill nigga shit Gold crown on a real nigga wrist Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch .40 cal, no concealing the shit Four gun cases, Im still with this shit Backlit, wood wheel when I whip Got her right up on my lap, thats a real nigga risk In the field on my tip Hoes like Phil then I Stockton assist It aint no stoppin the shit, so avoid the potholes, put stocks on the 6 Got Mary blowing Jane We fucking high, sex on a plane Hey newscaster, we about to rain Get love in the club because we fill the section with pain, cmon Blow him up, finna explode All of Hells Kitchen praying he dont stick to the stove God got me, illumi-not-me written in bold Slept on, now Im everywhere like g-g-g-go crazy Buy 150, let me tell yall now, I want Nikki Lift her up like helicopter far away from her fellow Let her play Problem While problem tongue play with propeller Keep fresh just in Margielas Diamond lane running thangs aint shit you can tell us Done everything, aint shit you can sell us Money over bullshit, friction derail us Compton niggas, yeah we take it or leave it Know once its almost over tryin to jerk the wheel You nervous, like them cutters hed inject the speed And you think you mothafucka faking me, my nigga? Yeah I bet a nigga crawl to the crown Im a boss, hire hoes while I bottle out I see them niggas shaking hands and biting styles Got her to stay city in cause I fired her spouse Cause Im a mad man Just fuck niggas like the Klan, man Put you to sleep like the Sandman Give me the throne, Im a chairman Rolex beat, its time for just winning, no fakes Just copped more .4 5s and 9s and I aint talking bout no Js Please be afraid but I aint the shooter, Chachi-palooza Riding shotty in the Chevy bitch old as a cougar Lyrical Ruger, pop your medulla You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please Your bitch know that Im cooler, please Your bitch know that Im cooler, please So cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degrees Boss daddy use the porthole please Get it good girl, use your knees, I love them brainiacs Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees Back on my Compton shit, demonic how I demolish shit Angelic with my intuition Student of game make hoes pay tuition No dice, no pill, but Im on a roll That one nigga that Kendrick cant control Problem That Ambien in my ink pen Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins Yall five days and a weekend Stay smokin on that defense Thats two or three and Im zonin Got money like I cloned it Your bitch came through and I owned it Rims on the Caddy and I ice cream coned it Homie, you aint hitting on nothin Drop that top when I hit that button Pimp so hard its a full time job Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box Bitch niggas, tell me what its gon be Young nigga chop it up 223 Come to the D, dont hit OGs And my advice is stay low-key Bitch we great, bitch we great , fuckin set Bitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we gotta have it Gotta get, get, we gotta get, get, we gonna take it first We jump, said bitch we jump, we gotta make it Couple racks up on them Wikki stiks Yo bitch, she smoked my trippy stick Ridiculous, put dick on tit, spit on clit And its over with, Im over it No sober shit, drink til I just throw up and shit Yall ho told me come over here So guess what nigga its over with And its over with Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas made cool We wrote the blueprint for the shit yall niggas try to do If Im not outside, then Im probably inside your boo My teams official, you aint shit, thats why shes trying my crew Pardon me, I move retardedly This shit is old to me, the real New York is part of me Im always shopping, keep it fly, Lauren is archery Dont get it twisted, realistic, I could part the sea My life is fast, I take a chance when I insert the key And then I turn it up, thats really how you work the V Your stash aint never dry if you getting your work from me We do this fly shit perfectly, were enough to rise the mercury Heat nigga, street nigga Reflect those both when I be rapping on the beat, nigga Looking Cambodian while standing at the podium My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them Laurenovich Stop by, tryna see a nigga, all I buy is these trees, king 100 kis in them streets, nigga, mask me up in grease Sneaker game is lethal, NY, them eagles Fly through, get high too, fly as hell, might as well Hire you the live group, come through with that live crew Birds chirpin, cop that Birkin, boo, yo, I supplied you Liable to be in Beirut, no Beirut, this debut Slick, little niggas get gun poundin, keep moving, who saved you? Play who? Not me, me and Bronson, not we Two real niggas sitting in the East Coast Ice is on, heat close Fuck around and kill one of yall clown ass niggas, word up Take your two, take your hat Take a nap, put your ass ton the ground, little niggas We pound niggas and drown niggas and Hemmied up, that brown, niggas All my niggas get stemid up, Hennessy, Louis V Me and you, me and her, we as one and she is done Battle rap me three to one, freedom after, kingdom come Triple hundred K in my duffle Give a hundred K to my muscle Slept a hundred days, just wakin up Need a brick, just break it up Break it down, then take the cut We shave around like a taper cut I weigh the pound, if you hatin us Bout to paint the town, most hated what Most hated what Grab the dice then shake em up Talked hundreds since eight and up You lost the onions, no makin up No blunts but yall fake as fuck Its gym time and Im shapin up Ive been foulin, when Blake get up You gon waste a life, you need to hang it up Dreams, click clack Man down with that chrome Uz On his back like Nigga dont move Word to mother, we dont lose Talk butter like we dont move See Gutter, be home soon See Gutter, hell be home soon Whats good? Talk the money, whats good? Haters frontin, whats good? Im pullin up like, Whats good? You know I got it, whats good? My peoples bout it, whats good? Never stop, we never settle Gotta push the pedal in that hood Whats good? Talk the money, whats good? Haters frontin, whats good? Im pullin up like, Whats good? You know I got it, whats good? My peoples bout it, whats good? Never stop, we never settle Gotta push the pedal in that hood I sit in the back of the room, legs crossed, melting wax Another free drink so soon? All good, knock it back Red lights, heart attack, just a dream with no end in sight Waking up to evening, now it seems I live this rotten life Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands Coming out to dance with other drones who couldnt give a damn But when the night calls, redcurrant lipstick with the lights off Look at all the bottles lined up, wondering who they could pop for Golden ember to the black floor, burning monks to feel the timbre Part of the action, retweet, now youre the attraction Sit around and watch them, watch their faces and reactions Then blur the lines until the sun is back on your horizon Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe Inhale, potent marijuana running shit like the mayor Rap game Peter Parker web swinging through the air My minds in the clouds and I aint got a beer See I aint got a care kill them now and reap the benefits Coldest nigga out and I aint sold no fucking disc Henny bottle-eater, three grams in the fuckin spliff Call it what you want, Im a zombie, bitch, Im off this shit Yo, Prada never gonna pile up if you cant follow this game, nigga My team smoking that green If you aint seen me then you must be a lame, nigga And Ill give you three shots hold this heat down Shorty pussy so wet she could soak a beach towel But meanwhile, Effortless, so she thought it was a freestyle Everybody wanna floss like a G now What about me? Never had a bitch nigga doubt me Zombie gang all yall niggas pace is shit On some basic shit its no wonder that you sound the same So forever am I living staying out of prison Mommy told me different but these hoes dont hear it Forever am I living staying out of prison Mommy told me different but these hoes dont hear it I heard lifes a bitch so I spit and stimulate her clit Hitting licks Henny shots hitting licks on the ave Hitting licks who is this? that be Meech Zombie walking casualty beat the beat till its actually fragments Coke off her areola and no not a can of soda Tearing flesh pussy pink look like Cams Range Rover No High school diploma but baby Im a street soulja School of the hard knocks every class I leap over Smith and Wesson .500, long nose, mazel tov Shoot a man who squeal then I peel like an old cut Like my women heightened and not even trying And if she leaky leaky then Meechy gon dive in Ha, mic check check me, skin darker than Wesley Two-eighths of shrooms got me dancing like Mr. Bentley Mind yo fuckin business, why you think the whip is tinted? The darkest nigga in it sparking up to infinite Renegade, nigga, lets get it straight from the gate Ima tell you what it is, Ima tell you what it aint See you aint gotta question Or better yet second guess anything that I might say You see not a single syllable is out of place I rock a venue, people barely know my name What Im tryna tell you is I aint gotta tell you a fuckin thing Ima show so you know, niggas either do or they dont And bein number two is what I wont be Im silencin lambs and sheep, dont sleep Cause my characteristics are that of a cannibal Call this shit Hannibal Lecter My timings impeccable, sharp like a razorblade And you look dissectible, Ive been on my mind for days Cause homie weve been in the grind for years Southern eagle nigga, fuck em all mane, we dont fly in fear I grew up in the city where they figured they can kill dreams when they kill King Niggas stay shot, shit stay locked, I stay strapped, fuck you mean? Bout my green, I need bread, Im like Fuck the rest When I need bread, Im like Fuck the rest I be up all night tryna chase the check Prolly spent it fast, I need to make it back M.E.M.P.H.I.S, they could never stop me Check these lames and pimp this game, lets put it in my pocket And they will never know bout all the nights that we prayed All the meetings we took, and all the records we played I tried to tell em Im the shit, but they told us, no way With no cuts, theyre like a barber, theyre about to catch fade My number one rule is that I gotta get paid Ive been thinkin this way since I was in the 6th grade No English, I aint talk, but boy could add In the school of hard knocks Im a fuckin grad In these Pumas Ima run shit, high so Im above shit Lame ass niggas I dont fuck with A Bathing Ape trucker, Im a fly mothafucka My team lookin at me like every time its supper Cause they know Im gon feed em, Rocky been a boss I aint worried bout the price cause I can clearly pay the cost Im the sharpest guy around and Ima always cut my loss Then come back for the win, Ima make it, then I spin Real West Side nigga, 4.2 bitch They might pull the piece, somebody call a Buddhist Your bitch put me high up on a nigga to-do list You can do that, fuck nigga do this And yeah Im from the slimiest place where the bombs are pacin Niggas call me Jason when the guns are chasin Might hit em with the TEC, yeah the foul is flagrant You be on gay shit Hand in the bowl when your hand really cold Work the light in the day shift I dont really give a fuck as long as I get paid shift New Cadillac, chopper, no new blade shit I go crazy on this beat right now I really gotta go and spit heat right now Dont matter what the fuck its Prada Well fitting suits eating on clam chowder Knock it out the park like Erik Estrada Remember I was shoppin at Family Dollar Got your main bitch Facebookin, beggin for a swallow Pop this pill then I pop my collar Park this shit then I toss a couple dollars Instagram, gon post for some follows Ive been in and out my zone if you really wanna know I got Hen and got Patron if youre really tryna go Oh, you dont know Bamz? Im what the music game need Like Rich when he just came home And then gave the keys to a cherry 3 Series Oh, you dont know Bamz? Fucker, that AK go chopped 7:30 my time, Im on psychiatric watch Oh, you dont know Bamz? Show and prove for what? I got XXL mula, I got bitches tryna get fucked Oh, you dont know Bamz? Now youre dead, pussy boy catch up Pool junkie rack up, nigga, act up Trunk with the MAC, truck bulletproofed up Oh, you dont know Bamz? Double parked on murder lane 187 my address, Boulevard of Pain Oh, you dont know Bamz? My cellphone backed up My clientele meet once, no voice mail, just call me up, uh 646 684 01 01, hit me up when you want that coke Hit me up when you want more drugs 646 684 01 01, hit me up when you want that coke Hit me up when you want more drugs As I sit back and roll up this black demeanor Reminiscing on my past, still dreaming about that Bimmer Shit, I never was that kid in the streets gripping on Ninas Instead, I was that nigga puffin reefer, fucking lolitas With the baddest features Dog em then its onto the next like I do my sneakers That was the life I was living, careless about their feelings Caught cheating, ask for forgiveness, of course I got my way But now Im older and wiser, cruising through summer days With a little Ma riding in the passenger, she rolling up that lavender Purple cannabis rapture, head high like a Jersey in the rafters You wing a Frazier, some smart players until we major Traveling the world, collecting paper, pissing off these haters Come back home and invest in something then ball out later In five star restaurants high as hell when I tip my waiter Providing for my seed when I bring one in this world But until that day gets here Im thinking about these joints, twerk Lord have mercy Im so motherfucking fresh to death, better call my hearse My hearse a 72442 with an all wood wheel and that bitchll vert My Oldmobile is a cold mobile Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile My stacks so fat cant even hold that Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel Lay flat like I lack no wheels for real A nigga had to cold the corner, move crack for real Move crack for real, no rap shit But I rap rap shit, my rap shit for real So you rapping ass rabbit ass ratchet ass niggas Gotta listen to these raps for real Cuz, I dont give a fuck if you a Blood or a cuz Cause I draw blood for real Tryna hang in my city, tryna see a bitch titty, no pity Nigga, youll get hit for real These maggot ass hoes aint hit on shit Theyll set you up for the loot shit, man Thinking thats your bitch, better have your shit Better have quick hands like Gucci Mane Niggas tryna get a brick of Kathy Lee Gifford Better be strapped like Clifford Its the big, black nigga gripper of the big black pistol I suggest you confess where you keeping all the money, mister At the worst youll see a hearse But at the best he just will pistol whip ya Get to see you child and live Lord have mercy, please forgive em, gone Young Del God is handsome, your girl, shes on ransom She dont wanna come back, cause you dont make her cum On the beats I do go dumb and I do her till she numb And I make her soaking wet when she grab that water gun Now fuck that brag rap, man, Im Batman, Im Bruce Wayne Im kickin it, Im Liu Kang, Im killing these niggas, theyre too lame Unorthodox, they too tame, Im right hand but play left Ill chop a trend down til there aint no more plain left Now pay respect to them gods, niggas Not talkin church, Im talkin rides niggas On boulevards when we ride, hovercrafts cause we fly Q Gang til I die, pyramid on my eye Button up on my chest, right now chain on top, no tie While Im choppin up this Thai food Young Del God make god moves Young Del God say fuck fate, if I lose then I choose to This that chateau rap, that shit that niggas aint used to Might salad fork while I choose to while Im fine dining on YouTube, bruh Im a king, I said that Im a king Go to Onyx with a Onyx on, Nefertiti on my ring Im back in this bitch bashing, these rappers be swagger jacking Clap em not, they dont even matter, one two, this lung been splattered And I heat a pistol on something, I keep a fifth on the belt Pulling out the needles with the liable, make sure it aint sitting on the shelf Cause I aint light on the body, fuck waiting in your lobby Hannah Montana finally did grew up, Ive been waiting on Miley Im gangbanging til I break my fingers Til all my family members speak the slanguage I aint even drop no album yet Off mixtapes, thats how Ive been maintaining If you offended, nigga, sorry, in backs there is bodies Have your best friend, cuzzo, uncle, pops and another Bury you in front of everybody If I aint been who you are, I dont fuck with you If I fuck with you, then Im stuck with you Im stuck with you, Ill shoot it out Do some years and a couple months with you, woo Lyrically I am the epitome of a real MC Biblically I am Timothy, visually I am Tripoli Full of bigotry, fighting with Gaddafi over liberty Politically Im Barack smoking pot, sipping Hennessy Thats my only vice, old school noisy pipes I aint tryna be the richest, Im cool with an M like Obie Trice Rappers sing the same song, it must be karaoke night That shit sound like you sang the hokey pokey twice But this the main event, cant tell me that I aint a prince A one-hit wonder to your girl cause I came and went But this that fly talk, smoke it, youll get high off The best thing to happen to the street since the sidewalk Or the stop sign, or the shots flying From a Glock 9, now the block crying, I dont freestyle, I jot mine Call me Mr. 1-800, all I got is hotlines These niggas tell so many stories they can overlook the skyline Biatch Thugger! Yall got me drunk as hell, uh Now I been red since I was little like Robin Hood They been hatin on me, cutting my cable cords They gon hate on her when she come in Michael Kors Meanwhile, your bitch in the Lac, grippin this wood I want you She went to grabbin for my jewels, I told her Buy yourself a squad, and you can roll it, roll it She know she cant have it, that shit love my woadie She want to buy him a chinchilla She see Im servin foreign country boys from the village Always, I gotta stand her No, she dont want nobody else to eat but her She be like fuck them bitches, stack the digits Compliment this Fendi fit, condiment or sentimental She ride three deep with molly in the middle Put Micky Thompsons all on my Jeep Aint got no handprint on my golds, they all on the seat Ten-thousand-dollar toe ring, featured by E Bitches know its time out This bitch be fucking me so good, I be like, Time out! They want to fuck me til I tell em all to time out And how she stroke it, I cant coach it, Im like, Time out! Im not no snitch, but I be tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, tellin em Tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, tellin em Im so tired of tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, tellin em Tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, tellin em, now Ima show em Her posse beat me by the threes, I call em Reggie Miller She roll my weed in giant gar, she tall like Zilla, I want you Baby, dont you run from me, you know I want you She down with Slime, she got a tattoo of an anaconda Thugger getting high in London Bitches walking round naked, no pajamas Lil homie ranned off with lots of lumber For that, Im gonna fuck your aunt, your sis, your mama Then pop a bean together She want to feel just like I feel, we growin wings together Everything perfect about her, cant get my thing together I turn her up and we shit out earthlings together Just do it like Mykko Montana, my father say I got stamina Im cooking the Hannah Montana-na, I bury these hoes like sandals them I kill every one of my features, I spend all my money on divas My pockets on yellow pages, just like a beeper They found Max B prints in my way Bitch, I rode the Red Sea through my biblical days No roof, snow boots, and that Persian Mercedes Perving the 80s, you aint never surf with the Bradys Ric Flair, a heavyweight champion Got Trish Stratus with them panties on singing daddys home Bust it, in these Space Jams, Im a Monstar Do-rag, tote on, that cake blocked in an arm war So rumble, young man, rumble Young killa when he came out the jungle Young dealer in the rains with the bundles Gets no realer, get chipped when you stumble Eat the ox on the foil, ten toes in the soil Chop chop till he drop, fuck what you thought I never leave my life with a lawyer Eyes wide with my head on the swivel Choose a side or get left in the middle I just treat with the sand on the beach When the desert eagles meet, then Im finna beat Rest them in their sleep, you can lose em to the beef Move or we shooting in the jeep Homicide coming through the sneaks Your hands aint moving with your cheek Bag em up and move em up the creek On my test, got a story to em Like all my raps weigh more than music The more I write, the better I do it and right now my stock is up I do me from day one, huh, my nigga you know where it hit fours Still fuck with me at day one hundred, cause I dont play, I gets off Piss off, bitch, you aint lit, you just a nigga saying shit Rappers burn out faster than cancer sticks Mobb Deep is that truth, liar, Prodigy is that fuel fire Come try me, I show better than tell, Infamous empire Im on point like the state building I stay sharper than razor blades Think you doing the most, I give you the most Slashes to the face, hoes like he so angry, uh Trust me bitch, you gon thank me Cause when it pop and the smoke gone We gon walk outta here safely Fuck with me, I got you, real nigga, no costume This modern art that I spit, its not no bullshit, and colossal So pour it up, pour it up, thats how we ball out Cause when I bomb on these niggas its worse than nuclear fall out Keep the small bills separate from the hundreds, please That bank vault cant talk but the numbers read And the tellers makin statements, breakin all the codes This aint a mothafuckin date, we takin all the hoes Shop til I drop, freshest corpse in the morgue Lookin like a fashion fossil, Im Gianni reborn Four, I was voted most likely to trap Its survival of the trillest, nigga, die or adapt Waste a lot of champagne but I dont waste a drop of time Public with my gang relations, throwin up the proper signs Sawed off the shotty, got the chopper circumcised Chevy so clean, look like I dipped that bitch in turpentine All my homies certified, hottest nigga outchea Looked like Joan, we burned alive Thought that I would ball til I fall, then I learned to fly Spread my wings They say success is contagious so I share my dreams Bolo swingin from left to right Im not a cholo but I know hoes out in SoHo lovin my ethnic type When I smile for the photo looking like Lobo Me and my bloodshot eyes,I pass on the Bud Light Lime Just pass me that brew of St. Ides Got cash, I aint gotta think twice Unconventional shit, pretentious hipsters that diss Half-assed review on Fader, still get no love from Pitchfork Nigel Rubirosa, que la cosa? Feet up on the sofa Heat up on the holster, Worlds Fair! Yeah, you know us 11-36-8 be the zip code Corona, Queens nigga, thats what I call home Feet on the dash, mind on the ass Racin the Sun just so I can get dome Pimped the shorties Ive been with My friends that had me evicted Its been two years and Im slippin Still got no pot to piss in As far as everyone goes, they can suck and kneel on it We have another song, gotta fuckin feel it Got my eyes on the Harley and Im trying to peel it Had my eyes on the bitch but she married Keaton Got no job so Im hardly eatin And you eatin then we fuckin beefin I need a pie and pizza just to meet up for a fuckin feature Man, they dont wanna see a nigga Winning in a mothafucka, happier than a mothafucka You know lightweight grinnin in a mothafucka When youre a dead guy and you on that high So the whole world spinnin in a mothafucka And a couple young angels hide their halo Cause theyre bout to start sinnin in a mothafucka They dont wanna see a nigga on the upswing In a black tux with cufflinks When youre the reason that every single girl in the party Wanna dance and cuff drinks When youre the reason that shit gets ran And mothafuckas wheezin to keep up with the plan And the other niggas show up at your function Actin all anti-social, no, a nigga fan Run up on your mama puttin money in her hand And you do that shit again and again and again Pull up in the 8, goin home with a 10 And you really cant defend or depend on your friends Ex girlfriend wanna key up the Benz When the Sun comes up, nigga we up to win Mothafuck you man, all you do is set trends And you do that shit again and again and again Ugh, ugh, got those motherfucking custom Roshes, feel me? This big beard cover my face Until my mother gets her first crib My hands on some surf shit, my Spanish mami perfect Fuck around and get your fathers shirt lift Drop a thousand on some sake and some urchin Swing the Dodge Viper lefty like Im Randy Johnson Hand me the Thompson, Ill spill your clams on the carpet Then eat some snails with some garlic, paint the town with a harlot Cream FILAs and Carhartt, three-wheelin out the car lot Put the snorkel on the Wrangler cause Im silly I chip a little piece of brick into the Philly My daughters neck is chilly, my sons neck is chilly My mother wrist so cut look like it got bit by a grizzly And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth, aint afraid to hold heat Control the Jeep, thats for the slow creep Ya fuckin pussy smells like old meat Its me Heema the highest human, flyest cummin in my unit I ?, the shorties swoonin, and they want to get to spoonin Never wished i was taller, himanshu aint no midget Never wished i was a baller, if I want it, then I get it I built a fucking blueprint, like who the fuck you kidding? Im ridin around and Im gettin it, if its mine, Im spending You lames and you fall, Im like 2 Chainz when I ball Got Husseins on my feet and Husains on my wall Hussein Chalayans, a pretty girl said thats fancy Unless his name is Hussein, give a fuck who your mans be My shoes got dials, they aint got laces If you got beef, I show up with many faces Been to many places where we leaving many casings Running round, man, but we never catch no cases Give a fuck about what you say, kicking it with like two babes Top off, toupee, hot as fuck, creme brûlée Theres no way I can care about much You probably do the most and its never enough King Midas, I can make gold with a touch Change my location to awesome, you should address me as such Swear this game, you have to know it like the back of your hand Destined to be like Superman for as long as you can Wondering whats the purpose without living a life so grand The worst hand is having the world without a master plan I feel like you gotta pardon Mike for taking over this Earth Despite sleepless nights and long flights And I dont like discussions unless it concerns a price If you make it out of spite, you still make it so its alright I spit magic, so cold and lavish Bad broads perform sexual acts in traffic So smooth, the saxophone and jazz is Its horrendous what you lack and focus on what you have in the G More than average, Im nothing to test If its to me, you step and contest, then bring your best Give it your all, now women beg me to call And unless we overseas, we dont shop in the mall Consider this move so private Ive become urban myth My aim is so swift, with this I cant miss Top notch, number one on everybodys list I promise to kill them all til everybodys missed I never sell drugs, I took em, I dont write rhymes, I cook em Im from the Old New York Where you got your chain snatched and your kicks tooken I put my city up like Im bench pressin Scorin high off the fresh pressses, brutal, last in 10 seconds Jolly good, body good, I met a stripper named Hollywood In Hollywood, glass slipper and she gave me the sloppy goooood So you should tip her if you execute, young leisure suit Larry with no extra loot, my ex left me destitute So chances are I dont remember you if I slept with you You want karats, Im turnin rappers to vegetables City of God, Im askin what would the devil do? Instagram it, I forever rule, Ricky Super villain, Im killin, kick in the door Watch me spillin em, fuckin winnin Straight killin haters, they catchin them feelings See me grillin, me drillin, me like we chillin But really see Im fulfillin their fantasies Like Im fuckin my frienemies Yo whats up, see me on motherfucker tryna get buck Where in the world did he get that from? When the bass drop down and he kick that drum So whats up? Where in the world did he get that from? Where in the world did he get that from? When the bass drop down and he kick that drum Yeah Ive been known to really fuck it up No damn, no shit, not zip zap zup Speedin on the highway, Bronco truck When you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I come Yeah Ive been known to really fuck it up No damn no shit zip zap zup Speedin on the highway, Bronco truck When you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I come A muthafucka need that work? Well I got it right here Need motivation for the ass to gon twerk? Well I got it right here If you need that thing, that thing, then I got it right here Yeah, motherfucker, I got it right here, I got it right here A muthafucka need that work? Well I got it right here Need motivation for the ass to gon twerk? Well I got it right here If you need that thing, that thing, then I got it right here Yeah muthafucka, I-- muthafucka I got it right here I said most of these niggas gon hate, me and my niggas get paid One nigga swing then we all gon swing, we all gon catch that case Couple blunts to the face, got a nigga straight Rappin on beats got a young nigga made What can I say? My closet got Bape I dont do delays, I want it today Noisy pack in my wrap, Hennessy in my cup Ginger ale if I chase, but I really dont do that much I really dont have no time, you aint tryin to get no funds Doin this shit til I die, Im rollin and smokin on drugs Rollin up, chokin up on the kush smoke Whip sick, big wheels, Big Willie shit Hot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thick I love the constituents, is down to get their lids peeled Still pimpin, ridin round town gettin low With my bright skin shawty, call her light show She like Reese Im tryna light that Show love, she hold me down like an ice pack Its big faces on faces bruh, big faces on faces bruh Dead men in my pockets got me goin up Its goin face down if a nigga flex us Yeah, in God we trust, but bands is a must We gotta get that, spend that, get that Re-up, recoup, repeat that Say deuce 9 in that ending, been winning since the beginning Did a couple shows, need a couple more That price right but we skippin But to our niggas, we gettin it with that work I turn into a chemist Walter White, send a cake to my niggas locked up in prison Free my nigga Chris, and free my uncle Marky Now tell them they fucked up When they told em they could start me Cause I aint lettin up, theyre talkin bout the best They better mention us, yeah they better mention us Apartment off Rocky, rottweiler just to watch it Maybachs for the profit, get a Lexus for my mama Hail Marys for our fathers, press the pedal to get farther In that new thing, no tags, nigga, fuck the dollar All about it so dont fuckin bother My loose change got me Bruce Wayne, and a 3 page spread I was sleepin on the flow, just a couple months later Now Im purchasing the flow, East Coast King, god, pharoah Feared the sensei, gold for bone marrow, save My name is running coyote Im on peyote with the queen, running on waves I will make water out of Hennessy Target my ankh, I was born a public enemy Reign insurmountable A woman will make me climax but she wont be ending me This is not a dream, marchin, in all black A Black Clan king, respect the illustrator Dont you dare ever try the Elohim, fuck flexin I say my name when I name drop, son Whos the god in this pantheon? Two-9, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan Get up kid, put your head to your knees like a sit-up, bitch Get too live for the crew, Two-9 Were the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitch Send em all to Hell, kill this shit Spit it like braille, gotta feel this shit Gotta check up, haters still sick Yellin kill em all and Im on ball like Im Billups, bitch Runnin our heart, sit up bitch Hard to go to sleep, all we know is work Catch no Zs, chilled on purp And ya bitch came second but my bills on first East Side nigga, still my turf Pierce like Matic, hoes still at it Swing like a batter and my crew goin at it Best believe that that shit gon hurt Toot up the French horn, the fog machine is sandstorm Aint go to camp Cordless toward the performer thats keepin your amps warm Fore the fans swarm all but the limousine Swear to God thats in between Indigo indie dream, you intervene, yeah, thats a Spit 16 Hearts inside of my tip jar, like a bleedin heart beneath wood floor And if every lion is purrin then Ima be certain I let my engine roar Im swingin swords and swingin chains Singin pure and bangin strange This Alexander Spit and Im off the wall like Vans, Im changin lanes Driftin around whatever it is this game became Like gorillas and orangutans, go bananas and bangarang They say Im prayin to that cross for all of that 15 minute fame But Ima get in your ears and the gods here So baby just open your bra zip and just let them titties out And let em bounce like this was Paul Revere Im 7.0in on Pitchfork, Im 10-0in on this court This Alexander Spit with a pistol, dro is full of his disorders, I got this Better have my check, I need that first Before I move, before I step See I been burned it dont take long And learn quick, it aint no twice I gave my time, I gave my life So I wont bet what all I spent Im trying to be good, Ill take your bitch And I aint even playin, just ask my clique You know my steez, trying to get real A-Town Got that or either got sumpn to give away Big feet on the bottom of a Chevrolet Everybody and they mamma sell plenty hay Need to ride with the weight scale Propped up in the seat trying to get that My broad on da eastside ho nigga Tell Bron Bron we can bring the Heat back Im a champ, I support it, flipping through the hundred Cool Club with it, running to the money Im in shape, Im in shape stacking cake Duncan Hines go get Faith thats my last tape Im on 10, Im on fire, Im on point, Im on smash Rolly on my dash, breaking down in my Cad Im Atlanta, ScottyATL ho 1 space thats a Y not an IE Slipped in aint even check ID, game need me Ima rap IV Year before 83, I be the kid who found ET Tell him teach me all he know, prolly make him smoke some dope Call a bitch over for throat and put her on some game Just to get up in her brain and now she out makin me change Im full of dynamite, throw her on the blade, no Wesley Snipes Young Roxanne, baby, sell that body to the night Im trife as fuck, light the blunt, get high enough to die for once Throw the pad at Christ, they askin God how do I write this stuff The Lord never liked me much, but Im sayin, Oh well Blazin up with the devil, watchin old Hell in the Cell Matches your favorite actress, blasted, naked on my mattress Polygraphs break, you say I aint the illest nigga rappin The fucking captain of this multi million dollar faction Commander and chief, my sons is Son of Sam with the beef We get loot, always ran from police You bitch niggas lose your head if you speak I ash the doobie off the cruise ship And flew hash, cheffin out of Ruth Chris Two bitches tellin me they do sniff What do you know? So much wax in this blunt Im smokin Youd thinkin Im fuckin Madame Tussauds You think Im fuckin mad, Im too so Im out of it, bitch, oh, nah, fuck that Bring them fuckin trumpets back Light a dub sack for my niggas who slung crack On a daily basis, sip liquor, I never chase it Fucker Im the greatest, carve a statue of my face, bitch

write a song like Young Thug Made it to L.A., yeah

Made it to L.A., yeah Finally in L.A., yeah Lookin for the weed though Tryna make my own dough Callin for Maria Lost without Maria Might dive in the marina So trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me I dont mind Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me Trust me, baby, trust me I dont mind Trust me, trust me Trust me, trust me Trust me, trust me Yeah, I dont mind Travis Scott You know, ooh Thugger Thugger, nigga Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk, ooh Twelve more hours left for us in a day Ive been drinkin all day, Ive been floatin all day Bring your ass over here now You know where, how I stay Ive been gone for some time now I just want a lil taste Mix, mix, pour Drinkin, sippin slow Drink so cold now, froze Froze Froze Come on over, get drunk Damn, girl, I be up late If you want, you can meet me at the studio Yeah, Ive been drinkin all night Take a shot, all we got is Don Julio Yeah, Im guessin this is new to you Thinkin bout all the things that I would do to you Them lips on fire and them hips dont lie Girl, I just wanna see what that booty do Lets lose each others mind Lets make each others night Take advantage of time While we both intertwined Girl, I want you on the rocks, no chaser Be sure to drink it all, wont waste ya I know you stay sober Im sure a few drinks wont faze you Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk, yeah Press lil mama for weed, and she did it for free Yeah, that thing wet, baby, I need skis Skrrt, yeah, I need a ski Yeah, oh From the back, pull her track Then Ima speed race in that My mama still got my back Pull down your pants, I want crack Im growing weed, this aint trees, bitch My bitch brown like Hennessy, bitch Big blood like Freddy in dreams, bitch Dressed in a tie like the Dean, bitch Drunk and in love with my baby Baby, do not go fast, go slow, wait Tell me, tell me information, I got rank Lets take a shot together then lay up like planks Never ever do I wanna leave my lil lady Catch em down bad, now they gotta plan fore that boy wake Told God if I get an iced out watch, I wont be late Every time I try to stick it in all the way Baby girl be like, Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends, lets get drunk Call your friends and lets get drunk Call your friends and lets get drunk, ayy

write a song like Young Thug We got London on da Track

We got London on da Track First you get that money, then you get that power If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers Diamonds boolin on my chest, no fuckin blouser Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that? They wont know a thing about you if you zip that Hit em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that Before I go without a sack, I swag pack I spoiled my bitch and now she actin like a brat I met Alex, I know Jimmy, he got racks Yeah, yeah, bitch, Im bleedin like a tat Roll it, roll it for me on ya back Just for show my diamonds yellow like a taxi Im a cat, Ima chase all them pussy rats Yah , pussy nigga better not look back Or, or else Im killin em, hey, and thats a fact Theres blood all on my Timberlands She make a nigga say, What? I swear to God she feelin em She sucked like eight dicks, I call her octagon First you get that money, then you get that power If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers Diamonds boolin on my chest, no fuckin blouser Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that? They wont know a thing about you if you zip that Hit em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that Bitch, I dig it, I eat ice cream with my chickens Bitch, Im rich just like a Simmons, not Lil Diggy If I got legs, bitch you know Im gonna get it She got good head, so she welcome to my Bentley Big bid-ness in that big Bentley, Bentley Ridin round with that semi, cause I know these niggas envy Is you mad bout Instagram or how I kick my pimpin? You keep that Ace of Spades, Im sippin Im a rocket, rocket, I cant stop it, stop it Im a GTV, boy, bitch, Im poppin, poppin I need coke, need coke like, Where the fuck is papi? If you try to run off , you know we popped your noggin First, you get that money, then you get that power If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers Diamonds boolin on my chest, no fuckin blouser Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that? They wont know a thing about you if you zip that Hit em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that

write a song like Young Thug Anything she want she can get, oh, give her

Anything she want she can get, oh, give her Oh, anything she want she can get Wheezy outta here She want Chanel, go get it She want Chanel, go get it She want this Fendi, go get it She want a Birkin, go get it She want this Gucci, she can get it She want this Louis, go get it Loubs with the spikes, she get it Everything I got, she gettin it, yeah Bentley sedan, she get it Hop out the Benz, she gettin it Hop out the Lamb, she gettin it The Porsche Cayenne, she gettin it Hop out the coupe, she get it Ashanti the shoes, she get it I put my kids on her titty Anything she want she can get it Anything you see, you can get it Here go the keys to the Bentley When I fuck her I got good intentions I just cant get my palms to stop itchin Water on me like I live with the fishes I done ordered every color in tennis Got the diamonds put in by my dentist Ima shine when Im skinnin and grinnin Ice my watch, Im not wastin my time Gunna drippin with Uzi and Slime Connect with my bitch like a WiFi Slidin in the DM like a cha-cha I got Ms, I can take care of the southside Ive been buildin these billionaire ties Got the Yves Saint Laurent heels in your size Get the penthouse and fill it with vibes Got Marc Jacobs to cover my eyes She need help, Ima send her a dime I cant pour nothin less than two lines Luxury all the back seats recline She want me to put that dick in her spine Take her shoppin and keep her from cryin Give you stones you one of a kind Got Chanel with the Cs on both sides She want Chanel, go get it She want Chanel, go get it She want this Fendi, go get it She want a Birkin, go get it She want this Gucci, she can get it She want this Louis, go get it Loubs with the spikes, she get it Everything I got, she gettin it, yeah Bentley sedan, she get it Hop out the Benz, she gettin it Hop out the Lamb, she gettin it The Porsche Cayenne, she gettin it Hop out the coupe, she get it Ashanti the shoes, she get it I put my kids on her titty Anything she want she can get it She want Chanel, she can get it Louis V bag and Dior her titty They locked the door when we walk in Fendi Save the hundreds, them dubs, we spendin Real dope boy, aint chargin no card New G-Wagon, she already got Real grown woman, she aint post her body Check price tags, you want it, you get it You a big Thugger fan, you scared to admit it Gettin sixty for a show, Im handlin business L.A. for a month, get away from the city Sippin this syrup, Ima need a new kidney Just tell me where its at and Ima go in and get it Ever I say, she on it New Range Rover, she want it We dont do loans, she own it Runnin out of space for the bags in her closet Runnin through checks every day, no fraud shit Rose gold Presidential Rollie look polished Bad lil bitch, good brain, go to college You aint really gotta pay for nothin, I got it Big bankroll, I aint totin no wallet I dont withdraw, nickname deposit T-Pain, Plies, I call her my shawty, my shawty She want Chanel, go get it She want Chanel, go get it She want this Fendi, go get it She want a Birkin, go get it She want this Gucci, she can get it She want this Louis, go get it Loubs with the spikes, she get it Everything I got, she gettin it, yeah Bentley sedan, she get it Hop out the Benz, she gettin it Hop out the Lamb, she gettin it The Porsche Cayenne, she gettin it Hop out the coupe, she get it Ashanti the shoes, she get it I put my kids on her titty Anything she want she can get it

write a song like Young Thug Im so through with that

Yeah Im so through with that Im so through with that Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man Pop me a Xanny, Im fast, Im so fast, Im so faster than Sonic, man True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True Religion Buddha man My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear Ima shoot with that I just hit for nine birds, what Ima do with that? Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that Im so fresh like dish detergent, if you not fresh, you so through with that If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that Yes, you not cool No, you not bool I dont give no damn, Im not calling you boo My bitch, she a jewel You cant prove a point, boy, you know you so doomed You know you so doomed I swear Im so lost with no clue, dont know what to do Over loud, over loud I over loud on these niggas Aint know how to milk these cows She made that dick grow, now its big like a tower Yow, front pockets filled up with bands, no Bible Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man Pop me a Xanny, Im fast, Im so fast, Im so faster than Sonic, man True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True Religion Buddha man My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear Ima shoot with that I just hit for nine birds, what Ima do with that? Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that Im so fresh like dish detergent if you not fresh, you so through with that If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that Pull up, hop out the block, they tuck in they tail, I go, Who the clan? We dressed in all-black, Im always on the road just like a Uber man We wrappin and sendin them packs, soon as they land, we movin em Blame it on the OGs, they influenced me Aint gonna count money, nigga I aint just met money, nigga I put lipstick on the Rari, she say thats delicious Who that is in that Crown Vic? He look suspicious I just jugged a hundred pounds, I made a… Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man Pop me a Xanny, Im fast, Im so fast, Im so faster than Sonic, man True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True Religion Buddha man My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear Ima shoot with that I just hit for nine birds, what Ima do with that? Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that Im so fresh like dish detergent, if you not fresh, you so through with that If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that Yeah, you not cool with that No, you not cool with that No, you not cool with that Yeah

write a song like Young Thug Ass fat , Yeah, I know

Ass fat , Yeah, I know You just got cash? Blow some mo Blow some mo , blow some mo The more you spend it , the faster it go Bad bitches on the floor Its rainin hundreds , throw some mo Throw some mo , throw some mo Throw some mo , throw some mo Slim Jxmmi Hi, bye, hater , I flood the club with paper Shorty got a ass, some for now and some for later Somethin like Nickis , dancin like Maliah Im throwin all this money, Ima fuck around and buy her I can flick the money all night til my wrist tired If you put in work, this the night you gon retire You a bad bitch, I aint even gon deny her She told me, Throw that money, I said, Make it worth my while Im bout to empty out the ATM She doin tricks that make a nigga wanna spend Girl, you know you got me fascinated Just keep on dancin til Im outta paper Ass fat , Yeah, I know You just got cash? Blow some mo Blow some mo , blow some mo The more you spend it , the faster it go Bad bitches on the floor Its rainin hundreds , throw some mo Throw some mo , throw some mo Throw some mo , throw some mo Franklins rainin on your body Rainin on your body , rainin on your body Wont you do what I say? start rubbin on your body You like hunnids on your body? Girl, you need to get naughty Hold up, hold up Her eyes on me Is that your ho? if so, Ima get her fore the nights over DJ play my shit so Im finna crank up off in the VIP zone See the money go up and she dance on sight By the end of the night, she on endo Lemme see you make it clap on tempo Lemme see you get low like limbo Ass fat , Yeah, I know You just got cash? Blow some mo Blow some mo , blow some mo The more you spend it , the faster it go Bad bitches on the floor Its rainin hundreds , throw some mo Throw some mo , throw some mo Throw some mo , throw some mo Thugger! Come here, ho Mistletoe I got birdies Crows Lil bitty bitch wanna jump on the dick Im like, Bool, lets get it, lets get it I got these bitches kissin on these bitches I cant even count em, I fuck by the digits Swag terrific I might fuck this bitch in the kitchen Baby, dont use dirty dishes Or else you might whip up a brr My neck, my wrist is a brr She wan fuck my dawg, Im like woof Panoramic roof, I drop the coupe, boo Pull up with a bitch, she look like New New Its okay if I lie to you, bitch, my swag the truth Hey, she come right back, like them Davins do Fifty thousand, off fifty niggas, no caliber, bitch Ass fat , Yeah, I know You just got cash? Blow some mo Blow some mo , blow some mo The more you spend it , the faster it go Bad bitches on the floor Its rainin hundreds , throw some mo Throw some mo , throw some mo Throw some mo , throw some mo

write a song like Young Thug Yup, in my white tee

Yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Yup, in my white tee Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please Uh, they gon wipe you before you wipe me On boxes of checks, not my Nikes Cacti, not no iced tea Uh, got em bamboozled like Im Spike Lee Uh, you need more than Google just to find me Uh, I just call her bae to get her hyphy Incredible, icki-icki, in general I just start the label just to sign me Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese Uh, weve been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely I seen his face, seen it , yup, on his white tee, uh Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people Private flight to France, tryna sight-see Popped em in his hands, he was typin Caterpillar Rari, I fold it, lift it up I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, Keep the luck Keep that, keep that ho R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke Talk to me nicely Keep her on a chain, that aint like me Scotts with no strings, you cant tie me Im higher than the plane, Im where the Skypes be Yeah, yep, in my slime tee Princey in his prime, yee Yellowbone too feisty, yee Clean him up, no napkin, yee Yup, in my white tee Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please Uh, they gon wipe you before you wipe me On boxes of checks, not my Nikes Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, dont be missin man Mississippi, dip a sippy, make em happy, make em copy Make em get me Chippi Chippi Theres a lot Im gon spend Tell me when, I beam you to pull up, you gon shootout while I spin Trippin like Im trigger happy; saltfish, ackee, ackee Golf buggy, Kawasaki; catch a fish: sushi, maki, livin life London city, left the town Thug and Travis be the fam Yup, yeah, you know that And when they free us out, its gonna be a film, a Kodak Shoot me pourin right above the rim like Pollack Ive been rippin and runnin, not slippin or slidin, athletic tendencies Ive been up since, cheffin it, whippin it to the base rock, I provide the remedy When we open gates up at Utopia , its like Zootopia You see the crosses over ya , thats how you know its us At 4 A.M. Im phonin ya, not for no shoulder rub Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck Yup, in my white tee Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please Yeah, they gon wipe you before you wipe me Yeah, on boxes of checks, not my-, checks, not my I be where the fuck the light be Bangers in the system, its Bangers in the system, its Ancient Anunnaki Bangers in the system, its that Bangers in the system, its that M.I.A.​

write a song like Young Thug When you were worrying about pissing on your fuckin self, I was a stoner

When you were worrying about pissing on your fuckin self, I was a stoner Bang gang Dun Deal on the tra-tra-tra-track Way back in 90-fucking-4 when I was six or seven... Ayy, ayy, this that stoner music, nigga Stoner! Stoner Im a stoner, Im a stoner, Im a stoner Im a stoner, Im a stoner, Im a stoner Im a stoner, Im a stoner, Im a stoner Im a motherfuckin stoner I just put a 40 on my wrist just like a boss I just put 10,000 on my bitch just like a boss I just drank with YSL just like a f- boss Just like a f- boss, just like a boss, boss Thugger Thugger, you I want Michael Jackson land, ohh Oh, Ima cash out Im high as hell aint got no satellites on me I tell that bitch I feel like Fabo I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo I feel like Fabo, I feel just like Fabo Im back at it , Juugman voice Bankhead Hear my song way from YTC, ROB, SMM, now we YSL venom Slime Thugger wit it , Slime DK wit it Slime Wicced wit it , Slime Mondo wit it Slime Slugger with it , Slime Bubba wit it Slime Check wit it Count hundreds and 50s off everyones city Im a stoner, Im a stoner, Im a stoner Im a stoner, Im a stoner, Im a stoner Im a stoner, Im a stoner, Im a stoner Im a motherfuckin stoner I just put a 40 on my wrist just like a boss I just put 10,000 on my bitch just like a boss I just drank with YSL just like a f- boss Just like a f- boss, just like a boss, boss Run that money up, like ya bout to start trial When you beat the case, turn into a stoner child We dont stand in line, foreign shoes hurt your feet Everybody stoned, weed, lean, molly, E Every time I walk inside the club I see everybody looking You know Im a stoner, I love drugs and I cant never be tooken And you can suck my banana, but I wont eat your pudding So come a lil closer, my bitch wont know ya Andalé andalé andalé, andalé andalé andalé How the fuck a nigga think he gone survive on a YSL runway My glasses are metro no blood off your chest I control ya ho like Net-and-flix Your bitch is my dinner she wet like a fish I took off her three legs, T-Rex Im a stoner, Im a stoner, Im a stoner Im a stoner, Im a stoner, Im a stoner Im a stoner, Im a stoner, Im a stoner Im a motherfuckin stoner I just put a 40 on my wrist just like a boss I just put 10,000 on my bitch just like a boss I just drank with YSL just like a f- boss Just like a f- boss, just like a boss, boss I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo I feel just like

write a song like Young Thug Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her

Thugger Thugger Thugger Stoner Life, YSL Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her Ima save her, yes, like Danny Glover Ima call my papi for her, fuck the mother I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets Who the fuck told you that Young Thugger Thugger dont fuck up the beat? I got six cars and I also got rentals and all of em tinted No, Im not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to the city I fuck it, I suck it, I beat it down, then she beat me to the ceilin Stoner my lifestyle, Im livin too wild I came to make you proud, that money keep her around In love with her head, I cant turn it down Cant wait for my time to come back around She see that you dont got Lil Haitis style Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild I just bought a Bentley and a bitch came with it Young rich nigga hittin million dollar licks Balling in New York like a motherfucking Knick You better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit And everywhere I go I gotta pass like the staff Im goin off top like a motherfuckin lay up 357, six shots like Al I left ten bands in a motherfuckin cab Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her Ima save her, yes, like Danny Glover Ima call my papi for her, fuck the mother I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets I knew I was gonna run my money up and everybody didnt All these niggas pussy niggas, tellin on they partner Hope the pussy nigga get a bigger sentence Pussy nigga play, Im coming back with the K And Ima shoot that motherfucker til he livid Bitches wanna see a nigga thumb through it fast Ima name myself Young Thug Attendant Hundred bands at a time I fronted you bags, but you I dont like using profanity, but the Young Thugger will gut you All of my cups are muddy I fuck my bitches buddies I just want nut like Buddy, all of my bitches buddies Panamera with the tinted roof All the niggas dogs goin, Roof Top notch shawty, nigga ring came with karats Young nigga rich, jewelry colder than the attic If she aint a virgin, then that bitch is only average I cant even hear ya, baby, get rid of the static I cant learn a bitch, but I learned mathematics I just ball her down whenever she call my pattern Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her Ima save her, yes, like Danny Glover Ima call my papi for her, fuck the mother I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets

write a song like Young Thug Everything litty, I love when its hot

Wheezy outta here Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Everything litty, I love when its hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye Im the bossman in a suit but no tie I cant be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Dont worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise Dont sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Dick in her back while Im grippin her sides Bigger Maybach, this aint regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide Bitch, you aint slick, I can tell the disguise Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life I told her to gargle and work on her highs Everything litty, I love when its hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call them chopsticks cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver Ayy, man, this synthetic weed, you cant smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah Im still double cupped up, Im drinkin, I shoot off your tires, huh Im in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was 5 Keep the awards on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire Im sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin, they tellin these lies Actin like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys Yeah, Cartier eyes Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cartier specs, buffalo on the side Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cartier jeans, aint no way I can sag Aint no way Ima ever gon go out bad I cant go out, no way Ima go out I just grip on her ass and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out I just whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I dont break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot

write a song like Young Thug I got somethin for you lookin-ass niggas

I got somethin for you lookin-ass niggas Week and a half, Ima be in that ass... pause Its like Im working on an album and a mixtape at the same motherfucking time! Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her Ima save her, yes, like Danny Glover Ima call my partner fore I fuck her mother I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches For that dope he whipped, you need a new wrists Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets Who the fuck told you That Young Thugger Thugger dont fuck up the beat? I got six cars and I also got rentals and all of em tinted No, Im not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to the city I fuck it, I suck it, I beat it down, then she beat me to the ceilin Stoner my lifestyle, Im livin too wild I came to make you proud, that money keep her around In love with her head, I cant turn it down Cant wait for my time to come back around She see that you dont got Lil Haitis style Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild I just bought a Bentley and a bitch came with it Young rich nigga hittin million dollar licks Balling in New York like a motherfucking Knick You better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit And everywhere I go I got a pass like the staff Im goin off top like a motherfuckin layup 357, six shots like Al I left ten bands in a motherfuckin cab Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her Ima save her, yes, like Danny Glover Ima call my partner fore I fuck her mother I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other Every time I come out, I ain’t ever with no new bitches These bitches is stealing, Ima sue bitches Dripping down his dick, this pussy too vicious Every time I fuck him, I say Whose is it? Yo! Who the fuck told em that, They was like Nicki? Oh no, bitches didnt! Ima give bitches a minute of shine, then Ill tell em good riddance To raise a child, it might take a village But I wouldnt know, cause these bitches my sons Yes, they was, and they still is Gave him the kitten, now that nigga smitten Told him to hop in my foreign, and then I said, No, Im just kiddin! Hell of a livin, you bitches on chitlins When I come out of my mansion, I sprinkle some bread to the pigeons B-b-b-b-but, bitches is lyin, they lyin, they lyin, they lie in they bio So I aint fuckin with chickens unless I got pico de gallo Girls is plottin, what more could they steal? Tell Justin Timberlake, that I am comin for Jessica Biel Bitch, Im a star-rah, you niggas, I holla tomorrow Doors go up, cause I am too rich to cop a Gallardo No regular doors, on Aventadors Painted it pink, just so I could take pictures, while you rented yours H-H-H-Hell of a ticket, h-h-h-h-hell of a price I want it, I get it, I wire the money, I never think twice I am not gay, but lets be precise Cause if she pretty then watch it, cause Ima be fuckin ya wife Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches For that dope he whipped, you need a new wrists Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets I knew I was gonna run my money up and everybody didnt All these niggas pussy niggas, tellin on they partner Hope the pussy nigga get a bigger sentence Pussy nigga play, Im coming back with the K And Ima shoot that motherfucker til he livid Bitches wanna see a nigga thumb through it fast Ima name myself Young Thugga tenant 100 bands at a time, I fronted you bands, but you I dont like using profanity but the Young Thugger will cut you All of my cups are muddy, I fuck my bitches buddies I just want nut like Buddy, all of my bitches buddies Panamera with the tinted roof, all the niggas dogs goin, Roof Top notch shawty, nigga ring came with karats Young nigga rich, jewelry colder than the attic If she aint a virgin then that bitch is only average I cant even hear ya, baby, get rid of the static I cant learn a bitch, but I learned mathematics I just ball her down whenever she call my pattern Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her Ima save her, yes, like Danny Glover Ima call my partner fore I fuck her mother I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches For that dope he whipped, you need a new wrists Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets

write a song like Young Thug This the last days to the rodeo

What, what? Mamacita, cita, cita Woah-oh-oh, woah, woah-oh-oh Mamacita, cita, cita Woah-oh-oh, woah, woah-oh-oh This the last days to the rodeo Last night had me down in the back, comatose Dont think sunshades and a pill gon help Once Im gone, cant tame myself Mamacita, cita, cita You know I really need ya, need ya, need ya right now She get freaky when the lights down The shits crack, no way niggas could pipe down With the head first, got her straight out of the nightgown Nothin like the light-skinned mamacitas in H-Town They got them pornstar big booties Let me film it, then shoot it, 3D money, no illusion Depending if Im feelin bougie, might hit your line, bitch Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin on me like a beeper Boy, Im in Colorado smokin California reefer Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket cause I really wanna meet her Hey, and I aint kin to Wayne but that my mamacita Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita Thats my, my mama, mamacita , thats my mama, mamacita Thats my mama, mamacita , thats my mama, mamacita Thats my, thats my, mamacita, thats my, thats my mamacita Thats my— Motherfuckin girl, I love her, Ima give her the world Ayy, fuck her, I wanna fuck her mother I just might give her my little girl No, no, I wont let go, bro, bad ho She look the best with a fro Natural nat-nat on go Damn, Quan, turn on the stove Whip it til I have a stroke I do not fuck with America I get it straight off the boat Oh, damn The kush, it never make me choke Slow down, Im speedin and I got a trunk full of wham Damn, twenty-five thousand on an old school Cam SS me, these bitches wan molest me Damn, theyll sex me, she a lesbian She want chicken like sesame And she tryin to undress me, test me Give her hotel keys like Cassidy, you dig? Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin on me like a beeper Boy, Im in Colorado smokin California reefer Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket cause I really wanna meet her Hey, and I aint kin to Wayne but thats my mamacita Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita Thats my mama, mamacita , thats my mama, mamacita Thats my mama, mamacita , thats my mama, mamacita Thats my, thats my, mamacita, thats my, thats my mamacita Thats my— Bad little college ho that I got on the east skirts of Decatur Best believe that she cover Rich Homie Quan like a blazer I smoke a lot of weed, keep my music turned up, fuck my neighbors I fuck a nigga bitch and turn her like a table Ayy, Im still practicin so you know Im gettin greater Ayy, still wearin long socks and shorts like Fabo He was hatin at first, now he tryna make the payroll Ayy, got a stupid bitch wholl do whatever I say so Ayy, ayy, money on your head like a Jesus piece Right now Im higher than Khalifa be Bad bitch lookin like a Filipina Ooh, youre killin me , ooh , remember me You , finna be , deceased if you keep callin me Therefore I Had to cut my phone off, bitch got it vibratin on me like a beeper Boy, Im in Colorado smokin California reefer Hey, the bitch so bad, caught a ticket cause I really wanna meet her Hey, and I aint kin to Wayne but thats my mamacita Hey, mamacita, mama, mama, my mamacita Thats my mama, mamacita , thats my mama, mamacita Thats my mama, mamacita , thats my mama, mamacita Thats my, thats my, mamacita, thats my, thats my mamacita

write a song like Young Thug Audemar wrist, count it then spend it

Okay Audemar wrist, count it then spend it Matted the coupe, my windows tinted Chop off the top, headed to Lenox I got some cash, I wanna spend it New paper tag, didnt wanna rent it Too many feds, too many bitches Roll with my slime, yeah, that my lizard Ready to slide, you will get slithered Hey We aint got ties, you aint gon ride You aint my slime, you aint my slime Young Gunna Gunna, Im in my prime Hey So authentic, I aint tellin you lies When it comes to business, Im handling mine Yeah, Ima kingface Patek my time Hey Pinstripe Gucci my pants She can suck dick with no hands I done spent some racks on my fam Spaceship on land Fear of God Vans Another pint of red Drank it to the head Got two styrofoams Yeah, Im sippin these meds Two-tone Presi Rolex Yeah, this drip you cant catch Simon says do what I said Cuban link chokin my neck YSL Uber these jets Put em in some VVS Audemar wrist, count it then spend it Matted the coupe, my windows tinted Chop off the top, headed to Lenox I got some cash, I wanna spend it New paper tag, didnt wanna rent it Too many feds, too many bitches Roll with my slime, yeah, that my lizard Ready to slide, you will get slithered Hey We aint got ties, you aint gon ride You aint my slime, you aint my slime Young Gunna Gunna, Im in my prime Hey So authentic, I aint tellin you lies When it comes to business, Im handling mine Yeah, Ima kingface Patek my time Pateks on Pateks on Pateks on Pateks Run up a check and Im fuckin the baddest Trap out the coupe and Im living so lavish R.I.P. Hugh Hefner, he like my daddy I got some VVSs on my neck and my ears, they real, dawg I done stayed down and I ran up the money, I got me an M now S-L-I-M-E a slime I say that shit every time I got some rickety-rackades Running through bitches like Backpage Im going number one this year Ride on this bitch, Im in sixth gear Im on a jet, aint got no fear Do all my dirt when its raining Wash away all the evidence I got some chains and they tennis Ride a Wraith like its rented I rock Givenchy, the vintage Trap up the bando relentless I triple-double the rec, yeah Put the Draco in my trench, yeah I rob your ho for the lint, yeah I triple-double the year, yeah I put her coupe on my bill, yeah I pay some shit, a whole mil I did this shit with no deal Dropped out of school, bought the building I killed the coupe, dropped the ceiling Cop a Bugatti out of there I got on white, I cant kneel Pour out the pint, watch it spill, yeah My lawyer bribe still, yeah Audemar wrist, count it then spend it Matted the coupe, my windows tinted Chop off the top, headed to Lenox I got some cash, I wanna spend it New paper tag, didnt wanna rent it Too many feds, too many bitches Roll with my slime, yeah, that my lizard Ready to slide, you will get slithered Hey We aint got ties, you aint gon ride You aint my slime, you aint my slime Young Gunna Gunna, Im in my prime Hey So authentic, I aint tellin you lies When it comes to business, Im handling mine Yeah, Ima kingface Patek my time

write a song like Young Thug Baby, Im needin somethin, somethin

Yeah Nigga, what you thought? Slatt, slatt, slatt Jeffery Jeffery, ayy Yeah Feel a rump-rump Baby, Im needin somethin, somethin I wan beat it up with somethin, somethin Youre a diamond out the rough or somethin, somethin You need to give it up to someone You need to give luck to someone You need to fuckin stop watchin me You need to give it up to someone Before you end up like Woah, woah, woah, woah, like Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Look, I want you to myself But I know you just left someone else, I know you did He did a number on you That must be why you move so... icy Icy like 1017 Icy like theres nobody you’d ever need Better not give that up to anyone but me Patient as can be, but I still need some satisfaction A little less talk and a little more action I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin Thought I had everything, somehow Feel a rump-rump Baby, Im needin somethin, somethin I wan beat it up with somethin, somethin Youre a diamond out the rough or somethin, somethin You need to give it up to someone You need to give luck to someone You need to fuckin stop watchin me You need to give it up to someone Before you end up like Woah, woah, woah, woah, like Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah I wanna see you do more in this life if we takin it there I want to see you do 911, fuck a Panamera See you when I see the real thing, gettin realer and realer Yeah, yeah, yeah But you icy like 1017 Icy like theres nobody youd ever need Better not give that up Im here patient as can be, man I still need some satisfaction A little less talk and a little more action I need you out in Jamaica, relaxin Thought I had everything somehow Feel a rump-rump Baby, Im needin somethin, somethin I wan beat it up with somethin, somethin Youre a diamond out the rough or somethin, somethin You need to give it up to someone You need to give luck to someone You need to fuckin stop watchin me You need to give it up to someone Before you end up like Woah, woah, woah, woah, like Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah, Jeffery Yeah Nigga, what you thought? Slatt, slatt, slatt Jeffery Jeffery, ayy Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah

write a song like Young Thug Turned up the city, I broke off the notch

Wheezy outta here Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Everything litty, I love when its hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call em chopsticks cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cartier eye Im the bossman in a suit but no tie I cant be sober, I gotta stay high Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry Ridin in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde Dont worry, baby, I keep me some fire Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise Dont sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize Dick in her back while Im grippin her sides Bigger Maybach, this aint regular size We really fly, we like pelican glide Bitch, you aint slick, I can tell the disguise Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life I told her to gargle and work on her highs Everything litty, I love when its hot Turned up the city, I broke off the notch Got some more millis, I keep me a knot I created history and made me a lot He tried to diss me and ended on Fox We call em chopsticks cause they gonna chop Took her out of Follies cause her pussy pop I run it like Nike, we got it on lock Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver Ayy, man, this synthetic weed, you cant smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah Im still double cupped up, Im drinkin, I shoot off your tires, huh Im in the coupe by myself I had to kick a door when I was 5 Keep the awards on the shelf Whole sixteen round in the fire Im sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin, they tellin these lies Actin like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys Yeah, Cartier eyes Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch Cartier love, Cartier the thot Cartier specs, buffalo on the side Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah Cartier bag for the Cartier thot Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash Cartier jeans, aint no way I can sag Aint no way Ima ever gon go out bad I cant go out, no way Ima go out I just grip on her ass and I show out I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out I just whip up a new Chanel Patek I whip with the wrist and I dont break the door out Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out Cash, money, checks, cash Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move through the lobby Since 012, La Flame been hot just to show you the timeframe Hundred mil down on my desk, but Im still up deciding Match the Ms in my account to the truck in my driveway Im in that four-door by myself Know its a hundred more niggas outside Know they gon ride til the death Had some good years, aint no way I get tired I gotta do what I feel Every day Super Bowl, fuck it, oh well I put a lot on myself In the field, Richard Mille on like Odell She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo I had to go back and link with my slimes like Im thirteen and zero I told her, Baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel No, we not livin the same, we not makin the same, we not equal , yeah, yeah, yeah Look, mom, I can fly Had some troubles, put that shit in the sky Brought the angels, know the devil would try Its so hot, you thought Paris Hilton done said it When we come out, we cant help but leave damage Afterparty, Astroworld out the planet Laid the map out, but they didnt understand it When Im home, know that I fuck on a Grammy, yeah Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn Hot, hot, hot, hot

write a song like Young Thug Baby, pass me the hookah

Thug! Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Ayy, baby, just pass me the hookah Tearin up the place Im a rich nigga, got Chanel on my waist Run up on me playin, Ima aim it at ya face And that go for anybody, anyway, ayy Im a rich blood, by the way And Im havin swag, Rollie old like a tape Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait Dont wanna talk, man, I said, I need some space Woop, woop, woop, my new car geeked up I just paid a cop, now Im runnin out of court Panoramic top, Ima put it on the rocks Crawl, walk and hop, got all of these bitches shocked, ayy Stone molly whiter than my socks I dont wanna talk if it aint bout guap Clone a young nigga and still flop I buy pints by the two no Pac Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Ayy, baby, just pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah, ayy Baby, pass me the hookah, ayy Baby, pass me the hookah Pass me the hookah, pass the hookah, pass the hookah Ah, rubbin on my chain, blowin cloudmatic Smoke somethin with a G and bend that ass backwards Lay back, relax and talk mathematics Later on, we test a little sex practice Write my name on the wall Money in the mattress, bet she wanna get involved She hopped on the blunt, say, where the hookah yall? I tell her pass back if the shit too strong, its all set Mozart art on the block, so wet I got her where I want her and I aint done yet Lookin at your future, baby, put down the cigarette Come hop on this kush jet and take flight, yeah Tell them bitches, hmm fuck that You with Aladdin, bet I got a magic carpet for that ass, yes Im also on one, got two Olsens on me Big homie, Young Thugger Thugger, rollin Rolls Royce so shorty Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Ayy, baby, just pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah, ayy Baby, pass me the hookah, ayy Baby, pass me the hookah Pass me the hookah, pass the hookah, pass the hookah Ah, Ben Frank baddies in the Benz waggin You know she want a ride home, hop on the band wagon I got the chain saggy, you know that life lavish Lifestyles like this, gon need Magnums Pass baby, welcome to rich class, baby You all Maybelline, with ya new Celine Audemars on lean, cars on sheen You white girl, but black girl ghetto fly thing Its verified, they aint on your sea level Watered eyes, dont cry, inhale and breathe regular My baby on it, high at the crack of dawnin Body shape, figure eight, like Picasso draw ya Oh, yes, Im winnin, bling kingin, ring blingin Like, like, for no reason, lets get closer, closed in Remove your clothes, we close friends Dont get choked smokin OG Oakland, shout out Oakland Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Ayy, baby, just pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah, ayy Baby, pass me the hookah, ayy Baby, pass me the hookah Pass me the hookah, pass the hookah, pass the hookah For all my bitches that smoke hookah

write a song like Young Thug Im trapped in my conscious

Ooh, ah Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah Ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah Oooh, ahh, oooh, oooh, ahh Im trapped in my conscious My trap is still bunkin, look at all of these hundreds Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy The sky keep on fallin, the drugs I keep callin They keep pickin up for me, they love me I dont wanna buy, oh no It wont get me high, oh no Im trapped in my conscious My trap is still bunkin, look at all of these hundreds Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy The sky keep on fallin, the drugs keep on callin Yeah, thats that loud shit, yeah I been out on my latest trip Ive been drunk in my latest whip So I might crash in that ass for real Hit the club for the cougars I never got down with the morals of Martin Luther Im just tryna ball, why these niggas want me neutered? Got her down to her drawers, tryna get a little nuder They just wanna hang like my nigga Mr. Cooper Im so head of my time, could I show up any sooner? They said I fucked the roommates so you know that just a rumor Have you ever got stoned with your motherfuckin jeweler? Scott La Flame, no Rick the Ruler, yeah I dont wanna buy no more Your shit aint gettin me high no more My trap is still bunkin, look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, Im gone off that muddy The drugs kee— Im trapped in my conscious My trap is still bunkin, look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy Wheres the love if you love me? And the sky keep on callin, the drugs I keep callin They keep pickin up for me, they love me I dont wanna buy no more Your shit aint gettin me high no more Im trapped in my conscious My trap is still bunkin, look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, Im gone off that muddy The drugs keep on callin, the sky keep on fallin The drugs keep on callin The sky keep on fallin, the drugs keep on callin The sky keep on fallin The drugs keep on callin, the sky keep on fallin The sky keep on fallin The drugs keep on callin, the sky keep on fallin The sky keep on fallin The drugs keep on callin, the sky keep on fallin Look me inside of my eyes All of this pain, but Im tryna disguise Im it, like a game that get played by a kid Pussy boy, Im on your head like a wig Diamonds water like I bought em from a squid A1s what she get when she want dick Black diamonds like Im Akon kid Whippin I can turn a two to a six Real talk, on Blood you dead And I still want that head like a lid Hit the school, make it rain on a principal I will leave a nigga smokin like an Optimo All my bitches they on gringo They riding with heat, ready to sting bro I got 300 bitches like Im Sosa, ho My jewelry shinin like some Mop & Glo Inside her pants is a camel toe I swear I fell in love with all those I dont wanna buy no more Your shit aint gettin me high no more My trap is still bunkin, look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, Im gone off that muddy The drugs kee— Im trapped in my conscious My trap is still bunkin, look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy Wheres the love if you love me? And the sky keep on callin, the drugs I keep callin They keep pickin up for me, they love me I dont wanna buy no more Your shit aint gettin me high no more Im trapped in my conscious My trap is still bunkin, look at all of these hundreds Might jump with no bungee, Im gone off that muddy The drugs keep on callin, the sky keep on fallin

write a song like Young Thug Ayy, bag it out west , slangin out west

Yeah Buddah bless this beat Ayy, bag it out west , slangin out west Gold metallic knife, I can shank ya out west I just put a drum on a new Kel-Tec I just put my cum in her pussy, now its wet I used to jump off the back of the bus , now I jump off of a jet I used to tell the lil baby, This us, then I got over the shit I used to like her, but now that I love her The way she was drankin my spit Your bitch cheatin, she under my cover, we cuddle and shit Now shawty say she wanna suck on the tip Im bout it, baby, I want all four of your lips Ex-college girl, she can suck up a ship I eat molly and I take this bitch on a trip Ayy, shawty, ayy, darlin, ayy, baby girl, suck my private Close your eyes, its just me and you and nobody Ayy, suck it sideways, if we in public or the driveway Vibes in this bitch , vibe on a jet Five thousand bricks, ooh She bad as it get, her mouth kick it slick She know she got the kick With a fire hydrant pussy Ayy, bag it out west , slangin out west Gold metallic knife, I can shank ya out west I just put a drum on a new Kel-Tec I just put my cum in her pussy, now its wet Its up, its stuck Thought you can cross the gang, what was you thinkin of? Red coupe, rollercoaster sound just like it does These days, I balance all the hate out with the love These days, I pour all of my pain out in a cup Dreamy, thats just a side effect when you with us Easy, the dawgs is right behind me, they on edge Believe me, we pop out in the city to collect Vibes in this bitch, they surprised that I lived Try, cant be killed, tried nine times but Im Stilts Hop in the whip to hop right in the whip I hotbox in the whip, got me Ayy, bag it out west , slangin out west Gold metallic knife, I can shank ya out west I just put a drum on a new Kel-Tec I just put my cum in her pussy, now its wet I used to jump off the back of the bus , now I jump off of a jet I used to tell the lil baby, This us , then I got over the shit I used to like her, but now that I love her The way she was drankin my spit Your bitch cheatin, she under my cover, we cuddle and shit Buddah bless this beat

write a song like Young Thug London on da Track, bitch

Ooh , ayy Ooh , ayy London on da Track, bitch Ooh, ayy Hahahaha Ooh London on da Track, bitch What you tell em, Thugger? Ima pull up, eat on that pussy and dip Ima keep one inside the chamber like Wilt Baby girl spoiled, she spoileder than milk And keep her on my side like a fuckin hip She gon make sure I survive, she gon do it well Baby I just want them thighs right under that belt She just want me to keep them lies all to myself Word, she gon help me like she Santa elves She gon look over these bitches like terms and conditions Ima move her out the trenches and buy her a Bentley Ima fuck her, then hold on to her like she gon miss me Ima pull on that wavy hair cause its Indian Remy I grab the keys, she wanna ride with me She tied the knot so she can die with me She say she can do the same thing as 5 bitches So I went and fired them 5 bitches She the B-E-X-T, best She ride me, 200 on that pussy like a T-Rex I wont stop loving her, no way No way, Ima invest In her What you tell em, Thugger? Ima pull up, eat on that pussy and dip Ima keep one inside the chamber like Wilt Baby girl spoiled, she spoileder than milk And keep her on my side like a fuckin hip She gon make sure I survive, she gon do it well Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt She had want me to keep them lies all to myself And she gon help me like she Santa elves Ayy, I had to hit her from the back, then dip up out it I dont know what it is, but its something about her When she around she do something to me, I cant doubt it I dont know what it is, but its some bout her Shawty got me fucked up, blowin Os, no Audi Her ex-nigga, he fucked up, and I dont give no fuck about him But Ill do whatever when it come down to shawty The feds askin questions, I dont know shit about it Something bout lil shawty that I cant put my finger on Its something bout lil shawty, she rather text, she dont be on phones Its something bout lil shawty, say, that got Rich Homie gone Shawty the best in my eyes and I know She dont do fashion and she dont even go outdoors Before she was ready you already knew I know Shawty made me sick, Im feeling like I got a cold Cant forget about my bro What you tell em, Thugger? Ima pull up, eat on that pussy and dip Ima keep one inside the chamber like Wilt Baby girl spoiled, she spoileder than milk And keep her on my side like a fuckin hip She gon make sure I survive, she gon do it well Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt She just want me to keep them lies all to myself And she gon help me like she Santa elves Ayy, ayy Its something about her, Thug, its something bout her She got my life, I dont want no one to rob her Not Young Scooter but all she know is count up Ayy, Im on her front end like a fucking blouse-uh Im on her head like a fuckin bount-uh No hunter But Ima eat her like Im hungry at Benihanas Ima pull up, eat on that pussy and dip Ima keep one inside the chamber like Wilt Baby girl spoiled, she spoileder than milk And keep her on my side like a fuckin hip She gon make sure I survive, she gon do it well Baby, I just want them thighs right under that belt She had want me to keep them lies all to myself And she gon help me like she Santa elves Rich Gang Rich girl London on da Track, bitch! Money, power, respect! Rich Gang! This the tape! This the tour! We the streets! We the best! Rich Homie Quan! Young Thugga! Birdman Stunna! You know what it is! Rich Gang!

write a song like Young Thug Just like a G, you know?

Yeah Just like a G, you know? Trouble, Trouble, whats popping, 5? B4, lets do it Yee! I wake up and go get me some new money You know Im living like a G These lil niggas aint gonna take nothin from me You know we do it like a G I swear to God I fuck on anyone Just like a gangsta, just like a G This Duct Tape and YSL You know I do it like a G Gs up, hoes down Gs up, hoes down Gs up, hoes down Gs up, hoes down Gs up, hoes down Gs up, hoes down Gs up, hoes down Gs up, hoes down Like a thief in the night I take anything but some pussy She got that head like a dyke She got that head that I like Deep in your partner aint right Put that lil babe on ice I make the paper like rice Head on that bucket, your mothafuckin life, Skoob I promise you dont know me I pull up bout my cake Where Im from is not safe I got fish, Im a lake Scoop them grits on a plate Yet she thought it was steak Im a thief in the night Make her ride like a bike I go down on a dyke, I go up on my price I might drop Kimbo Slice, kidnap like Uncle Ice I got grits at the beach and they white like a rice Let Trouble take your life After I give you five Straight put that five to the side It aint no question how nigga gon ride When they come with them questions My nigga get quiet, sh sh, nigga sit quiet, sh sh I am not taking no disrespect You Patrick Ewing, you pump fakin No that wont happen on me I drop a key like the mufuckin beat I look good as your dad on a Friday So many cars I gotta buy a driveway Never gon let em live a nigga crime day Serving these X and Ps instead of poppin Pockets fat up like they jumped em YSL, that slimy anaconda Bicking back, being bool like a uncle Im so geeked up, I might fuck a condom Like a thief in the night I take anything but some pussy She got that head like a dyke She got that head that I like Deep in your partner aint right Put that lil babe on ice I make the paper like Rice Head on that bucket, your mothafuckin life, Skoob I promise you dont know me I pull up bout my cake Where Im from is not safe I got fish, Im a lake Scoop them grits on a plate Yet she thought it was steak Im a thief in the night Make her ride like a bike I get em all on the rice She didnt even know what it was but she taste it I dig in, her shit sound like Jason I be on Percocets more than occasion They betting on me like in Vegas Betting on me like Im Vegas Stick to the code man, there wont be no trace Thugga Thugga, tell me what would you say? What would you say? No J Money, but my gun say, Bow Pop a molly, look at her then fiend Im the target mofucka, no beam No this shit is not good as it seems I might give her the boot with no jeans I kick shit like a chong and a ching Im a boss, Im bout that unity Sandwiches, you know you in between And you gotta know we at the green You gotta be young nigga, wilder than Billie Jean Gotta have paper for lawyer fees You aint with it, you a L Still getting it, yeah, bails Break it down on the scale If it add up, hell yeah, I do it Lap back as he ran to it Like a thief in the night I take anything but some pussy She got that head like a dyke She got that head that I like Deep in your partner aint right Put that lil babe on ice I make the paper like Rice Head on that bucket, your mothafuckin life, Skoob I promise you dont know me I pull up bout my cake Where Im from is not safe I got fish, Im a lake Scoop them grits on a plate Yet she thought it was steak Im a thief in the night Make her ride like a bike

write a song like Young Thug Yeah, shinin hard cause we back up

Yeah, shinin hard cause we back up Rose gold from your neck up You know shit gon get sloppy, tryna check us Pop an X pill like we Malcolm , yeah Im in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah I need to cut some of em off, I need help I got some bad tings, I want her to myself Had to take the time to cut em off, I need help I know how to make the girls go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my bitches on yachts, we dont do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me No baby, your collection, wont stand for it You know youre in relationship with all us I get a few texts a day sayin, Its all yours I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh Hundred new purse for a brat, uh Comin down the street, new Jag Turbo bitch bout to drag, nigga had Ms fore ass Got a brand new bitch, who that? Rock the flooded AP, all black White toes, get me a tan, cocaine, killing time All a bitch wanna do is shine, Audemars, pick which kind I made you a starter, you went from a dime to a quarter I Chico DeBarge it, Im leaving that loud in apartments, yeah Dont play with a sergeant , Im ready to spoil it She suck on my dick , Im hidin in the closet Im higher than the moon, three mil in the room You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons Shinin hard cause we back up Rose gold from your neck up You know shit gon get sloppy, tryna check us Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey Im in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah I need to cut some of em off, I need help I got some bad tings, I want her to myself Had to take the time to cut em off, I need help I know how to make the girls go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my bitches on yachts, we dont do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me I dont do jet-skis, give me the yacht please I made you queen status, check out my lean status Im in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah I put my dick inside her mouth before she left Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes I put my dick right in her mouth before she act I got your bitch in a backpack I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room Got a penthouse in the back, it aint my main room Tamika, Jo and Porsche they kept it silent Thats the only reason I let em fly private Shinin hard cause we back up Rose gold from your neck up You know shit gon get sloppy, tryna check us Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey Im in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah I need to cut some of em off, I need help I got some bad tings, I want her to myself Had to take the time to cut em off, I need help I know how to make the girls go crazy When you treat her like your number one baby Put my bitches on yachts, we dont do jet-skis Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

write a song like Young Thug We ran up the digits, we ran up the money

Thugger, YSL for life We ran up the digits, we ran up the money We ran up the digits, we ran up the money We ran up some digits... We got London on da Track Nigga, hustlers dont stop, they keep goin You can lose your life but it gon keep goin Why not risk life when its gon keep goin? When you die somebody else was born But at least we got to say… We ran up them digits, we ran up the money We ran up them digits, we ran up that money We ran up them digits, we ran up that money We ran up them digits, we ran up the money We ran up them digits, we ran up some money We ran up some digits, we ran up some money Im leanin like Im on a fifth of the Henny I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits They didnt know me well so I left em with wishes You know its a drought when you grind and cant flip it Im livin big, I swear to God Im Liu Kang kickin Montana Mama gon slime, hustle Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma You know my ice blingin, light up just like a candle Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel My racks are squeakin, Im not fartin I hop in that Rari, I crank up like Warren Nigga, hustlers dont stop, they keep goin You can lose your life but its gon keep goin Why not risk life when its gon keep goin? When you die somebody else was born But at least we got to say… We ran up them digits, we ran up the money We ran up them digits, we ran up that money We ran up them digits, we ran up that money We ran up them digits, we ran up the money We ran up them digits, we ran up some money We ran up some digits, we ran up some money Ima move me some dope like Im Future Ima go in that bit with a ruler Ima toast me a nigga like Strudels Ima keep a red flag cause Im boolin I know some roller spaces, I could duly Yeah, yeah, Im screamin, Oh my God, like Cooly When I snort it, I feel like I was aborted If I ever adore you, bae, you better drive whats foreign Ive been gettin money before the music, fuck Pandora I just do this shit when I get bored Nigga, hustlers dont stop, they keep goin You can lose your life but its gon keep goin Why not risk life when its gon keep goin? When you die somebody else was born But at least we got to say... We ran up them digits, we ran up the money We ran up them digits, we ran up that money We ran up them digits, we ran up that money We ran up them digits, we ran up the money We ran up them digits, we ran up some money We ran up some digits, we ran up some money We got London on da Track

write a song like Young Thug Im on my way to an island and Im poppin shit at the pilot

Sound M.O.B Woo! Im on my way to an island and Im poppin shit at the pilot Niggas be broke and be starvin but still talkin shit like they violent They said that they honest, talk money, these niggas gon say that they got it Gettin out with the key to success and these niggas gon blame it on Khaled They dont wanna see you win They dont wanna see the Wraith You dont wanna see your bitch caught up in the stars like she outer space Mansion at the condo, condo at the mansion, and Im runnin out of space Tell your homie, keep on comin out his mouth, Im sendin somethin round his way Niggas barely getting lawyer money Better get some Sig Sauer money Running round like you Superman, dont be selfish, get your mom insurance money Woo, cause Im the one to put it on your money Im the one that make it happen it to you niggas, would you fuck around and do it for me? Yeah, hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, its litty again Fly out a bitch from the tropics, get litty again All of my parties is poppin, you know that we litty again All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again They dont wanna see the squad They dont wanna see the Wraith They dont wanna see your bitch up in the stars like she goin outer space Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again Feature money out the safe, went and brought a Wraith, brought it down Collins Niggas talkin like they want it, when we in the city, they dont want problems Niggas said they gon rob us But nigga, we comin from welfare I shoot a mullet when I pull it, how you catch a bullet like a NFL player? Shouldve known it was litty when bitches start lyin on my dick Lie on that pussy like I hit Cant even be a side, side bitch Im hittin 9s, 10s, and you aint even looking like you a 5 Broke bitches tryna do it for Twitter, when they used to do it for Vine, woah! Im the man of the hour, Im the nigga with the airtime Rolls Royce Wraith, put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline Niggas talkin bout my hair line, I laugh about it, I be feelin them See, we both be making Ms: they be makin memes, I be makin millions I just counted up a Quentin Miller A QM, thats a quarter milli They dont wanna see Jae drop 6, fly private when he go to Philly Funny money, yeah I know its silly, but your ho feel me When I pull up and I got a pour a whole four on it I promise she gon know its litty, motherfucker, yeah Yeah, hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, its litty again Fly out a bitch from the tropics, get litty again All of my parties is poppin, you know that we litty again All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again They dont wanna see the squad They dont wanna see the Wraith They dont wanna see your bitch up in the stars like she goin outer space Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again All of my niggas is way up These niggas is haters, I know that they haters I score your bitch like a layup I make a mil like a layup I pop a pill just to stay up I sip the lean just to slow it up Im with my team, and we goin up All of these foreigns, they know its us Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it Like the coca when we mix the soda up Perfect timin and were blowin up Fuck it, Ima light the Rollie up Shorty fuckin for Chanel! I aint trippin, thats a coconut Push the Rari til the motor bust Stack the paper, fill the sofa up Lay on that paper, I am not slackin, I stay on that paper I feel like its a restraining order on that money, cause yall stay away from that paper I know some niggas that used to be ballin, but know they all feeling a way bout this paper I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred after hundred They thought I was makin this paper! Fuckin it good, I be rapin this paper Shit, I might as well get married to money I marry Nicki, still married to money She rich as Mariah, I carry the money And fuck a deposit, I bury the money I bag the money, it hang out my pocket, embarrassin money I act like I aint used to havin this money, oh! Yeah, hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, its litty again Fly out a bitch from the tropics, get litty again All of my parties is poppin, you know that we litty again All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again They dont wanna see the squad They dont wanna see the Wraith They dont wanna see your bitch up in the stars like she goin outer space Litty again, litty again, I got it, we litty again Litty again, litty again, I got it, we did it, we litty again

write a song like Young Thug This Actavis by the way, I promise, on God

Thugger Tip This Actavis by the way, I promise, on God Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race I told her keep going on the gas, fuck the brakes Only here for one night, let me put it on your face Let a nigga nut, only way Ill go to sleep Boolin, rockin all the Franck Muller I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor So many hundreds, how the hell Im going to lose em? Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now Im coolin Play with my money, Ima let them niggas do you Play with my money, Ima let them niggas do you Play with my money, Ima let these niggas do you Play with my money Play with my , play with my money Play around with my cash End up in a body bag End of story, dig that Pull up, hoppin out a cab She know she got a nigga bad She know she gotta keep a bag She know I gotta keep me some cash She know she gotta hop on top of the dick She know she gotta ride that motherfucker Her mama done walked in but its too big She cant hide that motherfucker Even if she divided the motherfucker Man, even if she minused the motherfucker Join in, get the mileage, motherfucker I aint gon disguise it, motherfucker , nah Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on DatPiff Yeah, Im that swift, ask her and him Yeah, ask em, put a bone in them Put a choker on em, let em choke and all All my children spoiled, yeah, they got it all Daughter sexy and my son got the broads Spent racks on my son and his squad Daddy boy, never play with toys Better not play with em boys New AK with them boys New feng shui with the boys Drippin all day for the boys Bitch, you aint ready for the boys Im in that Wraith, homeboy If you ever play with the boy Ima turn the blade on em boys Ill do everybody, yeah, Ill do em Ill do everybody, yeah, Ill do em Do everybody, yeah, hey, hey Do everybody, yeah, Ill do em Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race I told her keep going on the gas, fuck the brakes Only here for one night, let me put it on your face Let a nigga nut, only way Ill go to sleep Boolin, rockin all the Franck Muller I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor So many hundreds, how the hell Im going to lose em? Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now Im coolin Nigga, watch that dog , watch Niggas plottin on the boy, spot em Put the target on they head, dot em, dot em, dot em And Im good, got a rabbits foot in my wallet Tell em pick it up then drop it, drop it Do some sit ups then show your body Got her bent up, I done took a gram of Molly Her car dented up like she rent to everybody Do my yay, Ill do Do my yay, Ill do Do my yay, Ill do Do my yay, Ill do Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race I told her keep going on the gas, fuck the brakes Only here for one night, let me put it on your face Let a nigga nut, only way Ill go to sleep Boolin, rockin all the Franck Muller I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor So many hundreds, how the hell Im going to lose em? Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now Im coolin

write a song like Young Thug Fuck all that lets get to it

Thugger Thugger baby Fuck all that lets get to it What lil shawty say? She suck on that dick on the plane and I just called her airhead I just went hunting, I found me a rabbit, I picked out the carrots Im just tired of smoking kushy, I need some Moonrock out in Cali I got a white bitch and she give me that Becky but her name is Sari I pimp, I dont play with them She bad, I might stay with her Stack it up like a Lego, yeah Homicide, you can lay with them Got some hoes, you can slay with them You know that we players, we playing em She cant be my wife, I cant lay in there Diamonds all black like Im racist now Ri-ri-riding through the city, windows tinted, AC blast I got bitches wanna fuck me, so so wrong , do me bad I got cash in my pants , I got cash on her ass AP dance, bitches glance cause my diamonds look like glass I wanna fuck her but she play more games than the NBA Monday morning, got a dentist appointment, lil bitch, you can check out the dentures plate I got so much jewelry, baby I got so much water this shit like a mini-lake Fuck nigga play Ima send him to meet his maker then ask God for forgiveness bae Cop a chopper, end up flipping niggas Yeah, you better stop tripping, nigga I dont use words when I kill a nigga We dont use phones, we no silly niggas I think I need help with my kidney, nigga No cat, but you know Im just kidding with you I make this shit fly out the ceiling, nigga Im hot like an eye on a skillet, nigga She suck on that dick on the plane and I just called her airhead I just went hunting, I found me a rabbit, I picked out the carrots Im just tired of smoking kushy, I need some Moonrock out in Cali I got a white bitch and she give me that Becky but her name is Sari I pimp, I dont play with them She bad, I might stay with her Stack it up like a Lego, yeah Homicide, you can lay with them Got some hoes, you can slay with them You know that we players, we playing em She cant be my wife, I cant lay in there Diamonds all black like Im racist now You cant take jack, fall into this mouse trap Ri-ri-riding through the bity, got a AK on my lap Im not talking shit, but Im ready to shoot some craps If he think he wanna see me, Ima send a hundred straps I got some birds like Im Julio My outfit outdated, its Coogi though I want pussy or head, you a groupie ho Balmain with a motherfuckin Gucci coat I wont talk to that bitch, let that coochie know Yeah, let that coochie know Diamonds from Tiffany Co Paid a whole hundred racks for those You should get down with this slime shit Tonight Im bout geeked out my mind shit My credit good, I dont need a dime shit Pour Act inside that lemon lime shit That petty thief need to stop tryin shit If you need help I got some dime bitches I cannot stand none these lyin bitches I need a website for some fine bitches She suck on that dick on the plane and I just called her airhead I just went hunting, I found me a rabbit, I picked out the carrots Im just tired of smoking kushy, I need some Moonrock out in Cali I got a white bitch and she give me that Becky but her name is Sari I pimp, I dont play with them She bad, I might stay with her Stack it up like a Lego, yeah Homicide, you can lay with them Got some hoes, you can slay with them You know that we players, we playing em She cant be my wife, I cant lay in there Diamonds all black like Im racist now

write a song like Young Thug Half a Perky, half a Xanny make it halftime

Turn it up, Thugger Thugger, and... lets go Halftime Half a Perky, half a Xanny make it halftime Half a pint, pour up an eight, my nigga, halftime Tryna rob, that stick turn his body to halftime yeah Hit the streets and tear this bitch up like Im Willie B No Tennessee, but the chain on my neck is a T No Memph Bleek, bitch, I own the Roc, not Jay Z, ya dig? War Ready like Tracy T, ya dig? Racks on racks on racks, just might pull up on my Spider All my diamonds black, you can motherfuckin knight em All these pussy niggas wack, Im a murk em every night, Ill Pull up screamin blatt, got my motor out a Viper Got 100 million flat like my motherfuckin idol I might eat it, I might lick it, but I swear Ill never bite em Every time I dress myself, it go motherfuckin viral Pussy niggas stealin swag, bring my shit back like recycles I might ask her for some head I dont know that ho, I act like she dead Insurance on my money like a wreck Every time I see her, she lick the cleavage Fuck her on a $10,000 bed I could never love her, fuck her head Suck my dick like Beavis, no Butthead Cocaine white like Justin Bieber, bitch I might show the racks and tease the bitch I might want it but I dont need the bitch I been flooded out by Jesus, bitch I want your pizza, Little Caesars, bitch Ninth Ward, I buy my diesel, bitch I dont wanna talk or see a snitch No teacher, we chalkin shit I passed school, Im passin all the staffs I just want that neck like a giraffe I like fish and water, Im a bear 17.5, I shave it like its Nair Lay out, watch the kids like a daycare I dont play games, no, Im not the fair I got Hot Wheels like a motherfuckin chariot Chanel Vintage, boy, this shit is rare Hey, a good time Hey, lets have a good time, hey, a very good ti-i-ime Hey, lets have a very good time Hey, a very good time, hey-ooh, lets have a very good ti-i-ime I done figured this shit out, these lil niggas gon bite on my swag, its a virus I don the swag, and I pull up on bitches, dressed in all white like Miley Cyrus No, Im not gay, I fuck bitches on bitches, I whip out, she suck on my private Lil nigga play, Ima catch him down bad and then stick em, fold em like a wallet I swear to God theres only one of me, and these bitches three-deep like a trident I’m walkin through it like tons of the ones, and these bitches grabbin, Im at Follies Fuck nigga, try me, I swear to God, lil whoadie gon pull up and pop at his noggin Bitch, I got water, I look like Im fresh from Hawaii Havin the time of my motherfuckin life Im gonna buy everything I want, I cant think twice You can turn the ice tray off, baby, Im havin ice As long as I live, wouldnt want a wife Hey, a good time Hey, lets have a good time, hey, a very good ti-i-ime Hey, lets have a very good time Hey, a very good time, hey-ooh, lets have a very good ti-i-ime