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Off that red dead, Im in my hundred and third hearse Whips up some pancakes, Im sippin syrup, syrup  That my brother died, I aint heard worse She was lookin for me then let her search I might make her put my Glock in her purse I can fuck her third, her second, her first Fa-Favorite, favorite Then we pullin up gettin curb service She say she love me, bitch need to save that She callin back to back and I hate it Bitch, you need to find somebody to play with Niggas aint gettin money and overrated Im ridin through the hood in some spacious Im out the universe with aliens I got too high, now Im lazy, man You be sittin outside her house, you crazy man You gotta keep that bitch away from my crazy friends Theyll steal and sell her ass for eighty bands Franklin, Grant, Jackson theyre my latest friends Im the type of nigga to all lady friends Get guap Get guap I think that bitch be snortin Chris Ro-o-ock She just asked for some of my gua-a-ap Bitch, na-a-ah In the tra-a-ap Truck behind me, thats the drop a opp truck I see Fredo in the cut You already know, its poppin up out the cut Favorite, favorite, favorite She say she love me, bitch, need to save that She callin back to back and I hate it Favorite, favorite, favorite She say she love me, bitch, need to save that She callin back to back and I hate it Pull-Pull up in a Lamborghini Urus Told-Told a bitch I got drugs and she curious Van-Van Diesel tank, Fast & Furious I-I told her I was comin to get her, she said Period I-I already sipped six periods Make-Make it very scary, make it hideous Im-Im walkin on fire, but I dont feel that shit You-You say you sippin Act, then I might come sell yo shit I come buy your land then build some shit He-He a activist and Ima wriste-vist Lick-Lick, lick, lick, lick its a lick Lick-Lick, lick, lick, lick its a lick Get guap Get guap Yeah, I think that they be snortin Chris Ro-o-ock She just asked for some of my gua-a-ap Bitch, na-a-ah In the tra-a-ap Trappin had me, thats drop a opp truck I see Fredo in the cut You already know, its poppin up out the cut Favorite, favorite, favorite Favorite, favorite, favorite Favorite, favorite, favorite Favorite, favorite, favorite Favorite, favorite, favorite Favorite, favorite, favorite

I got on a bear cuz it’s too windy Bitches wanna fuck but I’m too busy Just got a new cutie and she too pretty The devil telling me do her too dirty Im greedy I need two plates You see me same day in two states Man I be cleaner than tooth-paste Got a new estate and it got 2 gates I do what I want too Fuck 1 by 2 Pull up to the valet, which car is them 2 I am too true, These niggas 2 faced I am too boss, These niggas too late 2 keys, 1 mansion and 1 condo 4 ounces, 2 Og’s and 2 gelatos 4 zips, 2 wockhard and 2 alfarmos Poured up in 2 cups asalamascoda Too much ignorance Two times there and back Tell em bring me 2 sacks Smoke you and tote dat Give a girl 2 humps Choppa turned him into a Chump I try to play it too smart cause these niggas too dumb I got on a bear cuz it’s too windy Bitches wanna fuck but I’m too busy Just got a new cutie and she too pretty The devil telling me do her too dirty Im greedy I need two plates You see me same day in two states Man I be cleaner than tooth-paste Got a new estate and it got 2 gates

Sosa On The Beat Esskeetit Who the fuck these niggas think they higher, flyer then Hotter than a fireman, if I want her then I fly her in I finna spend some tires I finna shake the pilot hand Blue bumma gang Im violent man Free T-Slick he want a hot bitch hotter than a fireman They say Im going crazy, well put me on a flyer then We make it rain in this bitch they gon need some rooms Boy play crazy in this bitch gonna lose some Trues Boy play crazy in this bitch we gon shoot Smokin on the pound, got 448 up in the booth Ridin in a rari and the inside look like soup Cartiers on my face blocking haters in the room Only thing young nigga dont wear is a suit She aint no clothes the only thing I see is her tattoos Dolce sweater, Louis bag when I walk in the room

Homeboys Chillin, smokin dope with my homeboys Them my homeboys Yeah, we get the party rockin with my home I be chillin, smokin dope with my homeboys Aint worried about a opp, we get em gone boy Front Street, 300, them my homeboys And, bitch, Im from the O, them the slums boy I gotta get this cash for my homeboys And, bitch, we be them GBE, glo boys Dont worry about us, get ya own boy And, bitch, we goin hard for my homeboys I be ridin in them rarris with no license I be chillin, smokin dope with my homeboys Aint worried about a opp, we get em gone boy Front Street, 300, them my homeboys And, bitch, Im from the O, them the slums boy I gotta get this cash for my homeboys And, bitch, we be them GBE, glo boys Dont worry about us, get ya own boy And, bitch, we goin hard for my homeboys Homeboys

One thing about me, I be neat Walk around like I got big feet Hatin on me, thats so weak Im gettin money and thats how its gon be, aye Interior in this bitch so neat, aye Buy it if I want it, I aint cheap, nay Bitch you tired of yo nigga call me, aye Ridin jet skis across seas, aye Bitch fuck your boyfriend hes gay He be with that muhfuckin she say Come get your bitch before she be on eBay Ball pull up on me its a speed race Big bs on my feet Run it up get some cleats A little bread a little cheese A little case a little fees RIP to my brothers that I think died for me Countin on blue cheese smokin on celery With my bloods We aint bloods, but we bloods cause we blood Sneak diss us now ya dodgin shots just because Bring the blues fuck the buzz Bring the checks fuck the love Get a check fuck it up Take my set run it up One thing about me, I be neat Walk around like I got big feet Hatin on me, thats so weak Im gettin money and thats how its gon be, aye Interior in this bitch so neat, aye Buy it if I want it, I aint cheap, nay Bitch you tired of yo nigga call me, aye Ridin jet skis across seas, aye Nigga take that shit back That shit aint drop You had your pistol on you but it aint pop Cant see nothing I like and it aint copped Should purchase a freight transit cause this shit dont stop Where a nigga come from we got big-Oblocks When Im in your city we got big road blocks At the table in -asino hittin big old pots Folknem slidin in that veno they got big ole Glocks Fuckin round with my meat rolls You fuck around and get shot And Im in that hard-top It fuck around and get dropped Yeah that Maybach yeah its trailin me Full of shooters with felonies And when I see these niggas Thats all I see is the jealousy One thing about me, I be neat Walk around like I got big feet Hatin on me, thats so weak Im gettin money and thats how its gon be, aye Interior in this bitch so neat, aye Buy it if I want it, I aint cheap, nay Bitch you tired of yo nigga call me, aye Ridin jet skis across seas, aye

Lyrics from Snippets Holiday It dont have to This is Sosa class, go and get your notes out Yo outcome aint income, then you aint gettin no clout I gets lots of cash, all my shows be sold out I be poppin tags, lookin at em Ion know about I just do the dash, do the speed, let me know how When I ride past, bitches see me, they like Oh, wow Fuck niggas mad, well my gun go Pow-Pow! I aint have much then but I got a lot now Glo Gang, free the guys, screamin fuck the jakes Aint no talkin with these shells, they all in your face Have them greet you with them nines, stay right in yo place This is Sosa class, go and get your notes out Yo outcome aint income, then you aint gettin no clout I gets lots of cash, all my shows be sold out I be poppin tags, lookin at em Ion know about I just do the dash, do the speed, let me know how When I ride past, bitches see me, they like Oh, wow Fuck niggas mad, well my gun go Pow-Pow! I aint have much then but I got a lot now

I do it for the hood Yeah I do it for the hood I do it for the hood Yeah I said I do it for the hood Theres nothing better Yeah I said Theres nothing better Theres nothing better And who else could do it better? I live my life normal but my shit aint regular I do it for the hood, who else? Theres nothing better I live my life normal but my shit aint regular I do it for the hood, who else? Theres nothing better I do it for the hood Yeah I do it for the hood I do it for the hood Yeah I do it for the hood I do it for the hood, yeah them niggas out there stupid Gettin all that money all my niggas out there movin Trappin or ballin whatever you should call it Them niggas who have my back whenever I should call em I see em in a daze, me and Keef we gettin paid Smokin on that loud, you can smell it a block away Hit the strip all day, all strapped all day And you know I gotta get it with the guys so I admit it To tell you what it is, but this is what it isnt I do it for the hood and the guys up in the system Some real niggas gone, but you know I really miss em So stayin on my feet, for these niggas I aint slippin They trippin Lets kick it, but I aint talkin parties Im in the air right now and I aint talkin where them stars be Im talkin bout that good shit, that loud shit, no mouth shit Ballin like the Mavericks, want cash to come and see me These haters, I cant see em, I cant see em like they Stevie Standin on my shit, in the hole like Michael Beasley Trappin in the hood with them guys what Im good at Never sweat with racks, so I never even look back When the hood is up, the police they tear it down But I freeze and tell them hoes that they be thirsty when I post up Bands is gettin off and these bitches gettin lost Cuz bands is gettin off and these bitches gettin lost, Ah!

I been stackin bread like a rich nigga I ain’t gotta pull a gun on you, you a bitch nigga Riding a M8 this not a 6, nigga Which watch Im wearing today, its on my wrist, nigga  Walk up the Saks spent the fifth nigga Moncler so parking look like Barney Foreign up to date push one start it Niggas move wrong, guns start sparking Last seen in L.A in a Aston Martin Smoking dopey dope, I feel like a Martian Coronavirus, what? Dope got me coughing Let a nigga play with them three letters, they chalk ’em A 100K vans know we bought em F&Ns, Glocks and SIGs, know we tote em Riding dirty in a 2020 presidential Royce And I got on a presidential fuckin Rollie Let that bitch, every nigga in the hood know me On my chains its some fuckin’ trap trophies Rings on my hand like Ginobili Ballin’ like a Spurs, Robert Horry I been doin a lot of, uh, huh, uh I been doin’ a lot Trappin real early in the morning Lean got a young nigga snoring Pints, you know a young nigga pouring Theres some hoes know a young nigga do it And the reaction on your FaceTime know I shot Jewelry on my diamonds neck, look like water Ballout fuck your bitch, unless she got some water Every time Im in the city I need a order Bitch, when you come to Cali’ place your order I got connect all out in the borders I got the connect across the border Nigga doin that shit all in Florida Nigga we do this shit we in Georgia Young Chiraq trendsetters Nigga we do it better Spent 200 thousands on a Lamborghini leathers Birds a feather Me and my niggas born reckless If a nigga try us, man, that boy special If you try us boy, the Lord better bless him Cause them bullets catch you Nigga, cause them bullets rush you Niggas at their best Hey, say with your chest goofy ass boy Say with your chest, lil ass nigga Cant even hear your lil ass boy, Go Glory Boy, skrrt 2020 shit, 2020 Ayy, when they open shit back up Neiman, Saks, we showing the fuck out, man Yoom Ballin out Know we be everywhere, niggas never there Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Come here baby icing, come here Yeah Sipping drink like I got symptoms Smoke a nigga, we might pimp him They be on singing up in Quicksand Wear that Rollie like a wristband, ayy All a nigga need is Franklin All a nigga need is lifespan, ayy And Tadoe, boys we striking, ayy Need the cake and the icing, ay, ay ISO Said she want the tour, uh She push back like a torque, ayy Wave my wrist in the air like forces Came to balconies from porches Hit up Elon for some torches In a force, high as a fortress, ayy She ride me, no horses I picked her up like forklift Act like she want the smoke You know I be crackin them like yo, ayy 18 pourin up a four I wasnt even old enough to vote Hoe keep on callin, she slow Blocked her, now her calls revoked She wont let go of my Roll She hangin on like we on the top floor, ayy Walkin round in Off-White Margielas But we wear Dolce Gabbana You know we got that Kombat, Kitana You ever seen a goat with a llama The gag is Keke Palmer I just pulled up to get them commas Got a car wash, my shit lookin spotless Kicking ass, we aint taking no comments Say she wan the road, lets go King of California on the throne, Christos Too much smoke here got me stuck, oh Niggas sweeter than Haribos You fuckin up, thats my bitch, fuck no Put a 20 ounce up in the cup holder They found me and I came out golden Locked up, the only time that Im sober, ayy

Zaytoven And we jugging on the Zaystreet 100 racks on me, 100 racks on me on the daily Me and Zaytoven; we drop an album, streets crazy Cooked a whole M out a 200,000 dollar Mercedes Pussy nigga trap slow, you know the boy too lazy I stopped taking molly it had me tripping It had me blowing money fast, knocked me off my pivot Everyday I go back to hood, not just Thanksgiving I got trap spots in every zone, I’m handling business I put trap spots in every zone, yeah 1 through 6 Nigga don’t you swing my door for less than a brick I got more power in the street than 50 Cent If I was on molly still, I’d probably be broke as shit 100 racks on me right now, quarter million in ice right now I can up the price right now I’m the reason the price went down I’m the reason your trap slowed down Never give up, 10 toes down Never fold up, always stay down In the mountain pounds 10 rows down Back to the city, cop a rock a pound You niggas got bad luck like the Cleveland Browns Roadrunner Scooter, everywhere I go I shut it down If you ain’t talking bout no money, why the fuck you ‘round? 100 racks on me, 100 racks on me on the daily Me and Zaytoven; we drop an album, streets crazy Cooked a whole M out a 200,000 dollar Mercedes Pussy nigga trap slow, you know the boy too lazy I stopped taking molly it had me tripping It had me blowing money fast, knocked me off my pivot Everyday I go back to hood, not just Thanksgiving I got trap spots in every zone, I’m handling business I stopped taking xannys, I was too high Live your life, dont up boy cause you die All I see is , that bitch u-gly Say that I that bitch, boy no you lie The hating shit be spreading just like brummers Bitch, Im in the castle, Harold, Kumar Im in Lamborghini getting a tumour The Hellcat catch a fish and make it tuna Pulled a pocket rocket out my pocket Bitches like to swat, I cock it, pop it And I keep the darts from Walmart, Targets Drill em then I take off in a rocket 100 racks on me, 100 racks on me on the daily Me and Zaytoven; we drop an album, streets crazy Cooked a whole M out a 200,000 dollar Mercedes Pussy nigga trap slow, you know the boy too lazy I stopped taking molly it had me tripping It had me blowing money fast, knocked me off my pivot Everyday I go back to hood, not just Thanksgiving I got trap spots in every zone, I’m handling business

Ayeeeeeee Glory Boy Entertainment, gang Sos baby, gang Introducing..... my mowfuckin self Gang, show these fuckniggas what it is Gang, Hellcat ridin 19 Lamborghini ridin Trackhawk ridin 2020 Audi ridin Glory Boy Entertainment I need guap, I got guap, I think you need a side job Talk crazy on the Iphone, I leave you on the asphalt Oh thats for tadoe, give me chicken, what your wife cooked me Fuck me in your favorite room, I see why you wife the pussy You a pussy, plough that pussy, get the money, hide the money Shawty getting good money, what you think you big dummy ? Currency and Wayne money naw this ain’t Young Money We got 24 hours to go and get da same money Sosa got his own company Strap money, mall monеy, yall making small money Run up on me, roll out we takе yo show money Gang just back then, now you aint got no money Mo Money, Po Money, Chief Sosa, Sosa bae Yeah, gang gang gang Yall aint gettin no money nigga Im on my CEO shit, right now man You know how we rock Spend a quarter a week, hundred tomorrow Thats crazy man, gang My lawyer aint for that, Im on UT no toro Couple cars foreigns, foor chains nigga Gang, hit niggas with fifty shots Ima do me ask money who the fucking man Walking with a waddle and we still popping bottles man Sex in the club, baby girl but my crib better I dont think Im ready baby, I dont think we can live together Oh you like my rollie, okay baby shake your booty meat Nigga came upon me, said he the king Im like who is he ? He in a beam for the Rico, nigga nineteen in the game You cant even wear your shit lil nigga why you get the chain Shoutout to my nigga Reese, make yo body rock Look outside, see 300, now the party stop 448 inna loud, now the party fucked Me and Glory boyz, Glo Gang, we make the party rock Pussy ass Nigga Lil talkin ass boy Yeah, I am MR. S-O-S-A-G-B-E, I didnt do good on my S.A.T But i got the B-A-N-D-S That is Glory Boy US, I am Mr.Kangaroo Pocket I know you wanna show them to your girl, get off our Motherfuckin Dicks Gang, Gang, Sos baby, Sos baby I want a boss bitch, I dont like no thotty baby She aint ina buggy baby She ina sport she tryna race me I dont want no hummer truck, Imma grab a Dually baby Cant eat that shit, thats for you for surely baby She gave a stunt man, Imma get my new nocatti 40 in my pocketscreen, I aint tryna do the talkin Hear no evil speak no evil, bitch Im hardy speakin to people Lamborghini scaring people so I call dat bitch gorillas Boy hot, I aint hot Im steaming hot Im Mr.4EB, thats fuck everybody if you aint know Sosa baby , O-8 bust 10 chains and Im up here Nigga you be sneak dissing, when you see us dont greet dont smile, nun of dat shit Sosa, its almighty nigga Almighty dont like nobody Huh, huh, huh, aye

Good one Richard Yeah, Ricky, let it rip Thats like 50 thousand on my neck right there Ricky P engineered too Thats the combo Everybody dont get the combo, haha Some niggas just get the sandwich Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 24hrs Yeah, yeah, ooh Hunnids, 20s, tens, fives Me and all my guys Yeah, hunnids, tens, 20s, 50s, woah Yeah, your SIs lookin pitiful, woah Learn the game, dont let the game learn you The money counter, it can count it fast Bigger crib with a better view High ceilings, Im just watchin True Take my time, but just know Im comin, yeah Overtime, the money kept me runnin Maneuver through the weather, duckin, dodgin all the static Ten years, know that Ive been at it, me and Ricky automatic, yeah Got the crib with the pool in it Pittsburgh, nigga, coolin shit Ricky hit my phone, told him gon and drop the addy Ima pull up with my baddie, yeah Hunnids, 20s, tens, fives Me and all my guys Yeah, hunnids, tens, 20s, 50s, woah Yeah, your SIs lookin pitiful Uh, we want it all, we want the home run Man, I seen it, then I got it, had to own one Now Im shinin, guess its perfect timin We left from Burbank, but we landin on an island You wanna show off, I can tell when you be stylin We sip the Henny, I can tell when you start wildin Recorder on, hit her with my pointers on Recorder on, hit her with my pointers on Hunnids, 20s, tens, fives Me and all my guys Yeah, hunnids, tens, 20s, 50s, woah Yeah, your SIs lookin pitiful

I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some Okay, Im double cup im leanin real nigga im winnin drake drizzy he leanin that young nigga we throwin money Blowin blunts and fuckin butts chief keef like captain morgan waka flocka like diamond rubbies Yeah nigga we buyin weed charlie brown he brought the brown high as fuck we fallin Out shout out to my nigga froggy he wouldve seen how im gettin flimed gettin pussy and Throwin bottles with my nigga weezy and lil mike pause nigga he out the lot yea nigga we In the plot I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some He threw his set up in the air, I put my pistol in the air Let him know Im strapped in here, he can lose his life in here He can die tonight in here, hit him with a fucking beer My young niggas got no fear, I got the check over here Put that kush off in the air, I dont really give a fuck How you really from Wichita? Man I wish a nigga buck I got four sips in my cup, 3 bad bitches in my beer Red tips off in my clip, on my L phant shit I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some I got pistol in my pocket, pull it out and pop it My young niggas wilding in Chiraq catching bodies GBE, we mobbing, Chief Sosa co-starring My niggas tote pistols, its a issue, please dont start em Them pistols get to popping, bodies get to dropping Smoking wheezy, feeling gucci, on that We Be Steady Mobbin Like Flocka, Oh Lets Do It, click clack, who you with? A lot of hundred shots, and a bunch of niggas can shoot em I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some

She dont know me They were be cuz bout on cash no feelings I rock cars with no ceilings and I’m chillin Girl Im a savage Im a villain From Chiraq what they drillin How can you catch yo feelin when everybody is killin Fuckin with me girl... Kissed this girl and then she feelin me But I’m not goin if Im feelin high Iont love, I like her Hell nah! Iont like her Fuck her! Hell nah hes talkin high I leave her, cant see and I cant believe her She dont know me They were be cuz bout on cash no feelings I rock cars with no ceilings and I’m chillin Girl I’m a savage Im a villain From Chiraq what they drillin How can you catch yo feelin when everybody is killin? fuckin with me girl you might come up me I’m sayin Girl Im on a mission, are you ready? Girl are you ready? I am with it Im 300, girl Im gettin it, gettin it Ridin round in my foreign car I’m gettin it, gettin it Kissed this girl and then she feelin me But Im not goin if Im feelin high Iont love, I like her Hell nah! Iont like her Fuck her! Hell nah hes talking high I leave her, cant see and I cant believe her Everytime we be together man I just treat her I swear to god Iont need her But X-Men use to be hard Why you think I need her? I be smokin Reefer Me and my boy: Chief, Sosa; we some demons Everytime hoe see us we be smokin on the green stuff, Kushd up, iced out I do it, Im swagged out Im Ballout and I go for them all Im bout them all now Rocked out, and Im rocked out GBE, we got sex now Kissed this girl and then she feelin me But Im not goin if Im feelin high Iont love, I like her Hell nah! Iont like her Fuck her! Hell nah hes talkin high I leave her, cant see and I cant believe her Kissed this girl and then she feelin me But Im not goin if Im feelin high Iont love, I like her Hell nah! Iont like her Fuck her! Hell nah hes talkin high I leave her, cant see and I cant believe her

Climbin up big ass trees Higher than Jack and the Bean Bitch, now Im back poppin beans And I aint mixin that with the Lean She got her mind made up Im gonna hit that now and later Im gettin money now and later Shit aint sweet like now and later I be ridin round town like Im the mayor Ready to get all that paper I be fuckin on thots like Im a player Thots when I go to sleep and wake up Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker Thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker, thot breaker Heart breaker, thot breaker Bitch Im a heart breaker Chief Keef All I know is go hard, less Tony, more Sosa Pull up on your block like cockadoodledoo and roosta roosta Pulled up on your thot and she like God is that you? And I dont know her But all these bitches love Sosa And they down to hold the toaster Grandma saying now and later Im about 30 thousand dollar loafers Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker Thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker, thot breaker Heart breaker, thot breaker Bitch Im a heart breaker Rico Houdini You know I gotta lotta paper , gotta house in beverly with 50 acres Girly im not stupid all you want is paper, I started out small not alot of niggas knew me now im major Im ballin like im kobe now but I dont like the laker, all of my life i thought i was gonna be a broke ass failure Now im cookin up fast like a hot ass quaker... Now im major I gotta lotta money now bitches want to know me, I told them bitches better get the fuck away from me, get away from me, get away from me, I dont know you, I dont need no broke ass bitches now I got lots of money.. got lots of money, All these bitches want to fuck me, I told them bitches get away from me.. aye Im gonna hit that now and later Im gettin money now and later Shit aint sweet like now and later I be ridin round town like Im the mayor Ready to get all that paper I be fuckin on thots like Im a player Thots when I go to sleep and wake up

Sosa baby Bally keep that semi Ridin fast swervin in that new Bentley Dont talk about cars we got plenty Pulling up in foreign cars in the entry We pull up Cats, you dont see the hemis Young nigga eating good, how he so skinny? Dont talk about pipes, we got plenty Bitch we was the youngest niggas up in the city With a lil bitch she so sadity I was with them bad boys, I felt like Diddy Now I pull up, Ferrari, Bentley If you looking for my jewelry I keeps it with me I just slid down on em, they looking shitty How she having all that ass and she so skinny? All these white clouds of smoke this shit smell pissy I gotta gift and Im gonna send that bitch down your chimney Bitch they know Chief Sosa putting that work in Every time I hit the block, the police be lurking The diamonds on my wrist be foot working Tell Madea she was right cuz they aint no nurthing My chain got your bitch just stuck, flirting Boy I aint the Lord I aint having mercy November stuff his ass like a turkey And Im sharp as a bitch I can scratch the surface Sign my name on her titties in cursive And I had her on her knees like that man that she worship And Im sharper than the man that be running them churches Ill have my shorty pop your bitch ass like a perky They love Sosa, got them semis Steady pressing the red button cuz bitch Im busy Here to kill or fuck his wife that bitch not risky At the hotel I clap that shit like Missy Play gangster, went to jail that bitch turn sissy Make his ass drink a bullet he taste like whiskey My lil cousin so fried, that bitch so crispy But he play with lil cousin that bitch make history Bally keep that semi Ridin fast swervin in that new Bentley Talking bout cars, we got plenty And Im hoppin in the Rari but Im wearing skinnys I can fit a 30 clip in my skinnys Ill hit fat boy with it and make him skinny I had bitches way back when I smoked them skimpys Put a bullet in your heart and make that bitch empty And the way this bitch spit, this the illest MC Smack a nigga bodyguard, I feel like Nipsey I just told a bitch peace, Its like a hippy And I had to bring my pipe, cuz shit sound iffy Ill break a nigga balls, believe it like Ripleys Ill stick a pussy nigga like botox lips be Ill smoke a nigga today, tomorrow, this week So if you dont wanna get popped, then dont come near me

Turn me up a lil bit Actually, turn me up a lot Turn up, yeah, its Marty Mard Yeah, shout out my nigga Chief Keef, man Almighty So Its yo boy Mardy, man, New Orleans to Chiraq, man We get it popping for real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Peep this though Okay Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood And we still cop gars and stuff em up with good Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood And we still cop gars and stuff em up with good, aye Young ass nigga from these New Orleans streets All a nigga know is that a nigga gotta eat Bring me to the table, watch a young nigga feast Bring me to the booth, watch me unleash the beast Got the brand new , not a stain, not a crease And if it aint ten thousand then my fit is not complete Got a bad bitch checking her reflection in my teeth She gave me an erection and her mouth is where I skeet Ima young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood I pull up in that Rarri then she suck me on the hood God damn, Im feeling like this girl she do it good I may keep her ass around til I find a Megan Fox, Take your girl, feed the whore Walked to a billionaire and told the owner I need the store I got money, I need more Im off shows, I need tours This Marty Mard and Chief Keef We come niggas bleed more, bitch Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood And we still cop gars and stuff em up with good Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood And we still cop gars and stuff em up with good, aye I made it out da hood, thank God My mama made me, so thank her That cash I made it, so thank I Aye, where the bank at? I gotta pick up some cash Where yo bitch at? Gotta pick up her ass She top me then I drop her back off Ima knock her back off I just dropped the top Drop the Glock on the block So they can bust They gotta play Keef and, they aint saying nothing Remember when I was posted on the block, selling D Young, catching felonies Now I get mills And I get thousands just to chill, you feel me? They had K9s come and smell I had weed all up on the chair And my gun in the armrest Cops, I cant be no dummy The opps are tryna come and slump me Glad I made it out that But Ill still send my niggas to get you, clout that Coming where yo house at You know Im bout that Getting a lil money, a fucking a lil thotties Im that nigga, bitch, Im Almighty Remember when I was Sosa Baby Remember when I was Sosa Baby Remember when I was toting and blowing, baby Bitch, I wasnt born in the 80s, born in the 90s Fuck you, pay me Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood Young ass nigga tryna make it out da hood And we still cop gars and stuff em up with good Rest in peace to Slim, tried to make it out da hood Rest in peace to Sporty, tried to make it out da hood Rest in peace to Shawty, tried to make it out da hood And we still cop gars and stuff em up with good, aye

O.k., Im throwing money Im talking by any means And Im in the trap shawty Tryna get a lot of green Smokin kush, and sippin lean Shawty gone off a bean Shawty gon fuck the team Get lost, all my niggas is a boss And if he aint with the clan Then that nigga get lost She gettin off And these bags Im gettin off No shorts, no loss All we talk is money talk In the hood bitches know, everywhere know my name Run a bitch in a minute See, I got a lot of game If she say she love me but she really love my head And if she aint tryna fuck I tell that bitch get outta here In the trap countin bands, countin money, gettin high And Im so high I cant even touch the sky Ballin me and my niggas Where that money? gotta get it And Im diharrea shawty, excuse me cuz I just shitted O.k., Im throwing money Im talking by any means And Im in the trap shawty Tryna get a lot of green Smokin kush, and sippin lean Shawty gone off a bean Shawty gon fuck the team Get lost, all my niggas is a boss Work on deck, all we talk is money talk Get lost, all my niggas is a boss Work on deck, all we talk is money talk My double barrel beat this beat Im drummin in this industry Smokin sour diesel got me buzzin like a bumble bee My coke white as a toilet seat You know I gotta keep a heat For a hundred dollars, man, my own guys tried to murder me Not physically but mentally You know I gotta watch these streets Niggas still be watching me but now they do it sneakily Fuck a friend, dont need em Im all about this money My cash come in time, but my watch still as a frozen tree Creamy in the middle but outside it is all diamond Get off of me, get off of me These bitches cant stop stalking me They all up on my dick like its a mountain These bitches work for me Couple stacks Im eatin G Creamy soda, double C All we talk is money talk We talk is money talk We talk is money talk Pussy nigga I talk money talk This money walk These bitches goin That money talk I said that money talk That money talk These bitches goin That money talk

Finna pull up on my ex Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad I aint got no fucking type of respect But I heard you get respect with the TEC Boy hold my jewelry, its a pound ay Brick on my wrist right now And Im finna go and scoop yo bitch And Im finna go and scoop some kicks Finna pull up on my ex Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad I aint got no fucking type of respect But I heard you get respect with the TEC D-Moe go grab the pound Thots coming over to suck us right now Roll up, lets get high Smoke a nigga frown Let em come up in this fucking house Pistol to his motherfucking mouth I told him watch his motherfuckin mouth Who the fuck talking now? Flexin, look at my muscle My truck got a muscle It aint American, its foreign My bitch aint American, she foreign She is from Dubai I got that check, then I flew by, I roll by Didnt stop for nobody I dont fuck with nobody Ill hop out and fuck your body and your party Well come through, shoot your party Who told you to party? Not GloGang Fuck boy yous a no name Boy hold my jewelry, its a pound ay Brick on my wrist right now And Im finna go and scoop yo bitch And Im finna go and scoop some kicks Finna pull up on my ex Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad I aint got no fucking type of respect But I heard you get respect with the TEC I just bought a chopper lets do a hit You wifin her, she doing dicks I got a .30 with a stick Im Glo Gang, we hella rich These niggas hate but niggas bitches These niggas tellin, niggas snitches And you know snitches they get stitches Pulling up and you get digits Talking numbers, hunnid rounds Catch you lacking, its man down When I kill you, Imma frown Aint no fucking laughing or playing around

Full song hasnt dropped, this is all we have Im counting cash, aint never going to sleep Jesus help the devils onto me Smoke so much dope that my lungs are R.I.P I bring the semi out for murder scene I up on your bitch and honk the horn She saw me with this bitch she foreign Never run up on me, I aint going This nina up on my hip leave niggas snoring I remember selling dope like it was cookies

Im in LA, they play my shit in the city Forgis on all the foreigns like them bitches come with it What Im breakin down? gross, I aint smokin no midget Im riding in outta space with stars in the ceiling Been in LA 6 years I been spend me some millions Diamonds VVS and my diamonds flawless from johnny Glory Gang pendant yeah you know its from johnny Rocks in my Bezle, I dont know what time is Nigga Im breaking down bells, fuck a scale I got more racks than tennes, nigga fuck a jail I pay fools since I was broke niggas thought I was in cell I pull off in a sig like a bat outta hell I just hopped out like Im fresh out of jail We just sent the grocery boy go way bout the mail Better than training how I be sparking them hills Take your bitch 7 foot and spark her hill You working like you jack throw over the hill Turn down million dollar deals man I feel like Chappelle Bitch I’m super high don’t ask me how I feel I’m not even tryna fuck so why would I Netflix & chill Bro nem be up on that hot shit but my neck super chill I had left the fucking block & got a crib just like PHIL I had a dream bout check then here come Mike Will They ask me do I want some money then I said I guess I will Get money so easy, this rap shit fake believe me Pullin up in a ghini, I make shit look easy Ballin over arena, racks on me serena Pourin up the leana, I think I got a fever This niggas so greezy, fucknigga be easy Bullets flying breezing, I treat these bitches even I make shit look easy, rob a nigga easily Come get easy sticker, pull up in a demon Young rich boss how am supposed to be aye I got niggas in the street thatll blow for me aye I got aunties thatll blow for me aye A hundred bottles birds hit the trap urgently I got aunties thatll come serve for me I got niggas in the hood sell dope for me Work-work clean to figure life nigga aye Since a youngin, bitch I been a fuckin nigga Im tryna get up on you like Im fuckin jigga This that motherfuckin verse nigga Play them games, put you in the dirt nigga aye Put you on a fuckin shirt nigga aye I heard your life scandalising on the guys aye I cook you with this 4-fuckin-5 aye Bitch you know Im already super fuckin fried aye Bitch you know Im rich, chill open up fragrance Get money so easy, this rap shit fake believe me Pullin up in a ghini, I make shit look easy Ballin over arena, racks on me serena Pourin up the leana, I think I got a fever This niggas so greezy, fucknigga be easy Bullets flying breezing, I treat these bitches even I make shit look easy, rob a nigga easily Come get easy sticker, pull up in a demon

A-l-m-i-g-h-t-y S-o-s-a Baby you know me, Im that guy Baby, A-l-m-i-g-h-t-y S-o-s-a Baby you know me, Im that guy Im smoking on z-o-p-e and that shit it got me high And I know you wanna be on TV But just down for right now Im on this promethazine Im bout to pour me a cup right now This bitch probably wanna sit next to me I try Baby you know how Im rocking Fuck around balling so hard, slam dunking Got this 30 on me, its tall Give em 2 shots a piece, call it slam dunking Hell yeah, Ill eat up all them nuggets Lil niggas think they flexing with they lil muscles She digging me, I figured it Smoking on that dealer shit Baby you is a PRA that expensive shit I aint got no time for it Might try to send me up, I got my 9 for it Finna pour me up a 4 and hit my councils, bitch Because I am high as shit Baby, is you dripping some shit I know you aint tryna dry my shit I dont wanna beat yo ass Cause I dont wanna go down and shit I just want some top or some shit I know you wanna be crowned and shit But baby, Im Almight So Im balling like Im having shit Got my guns showing I love getting money, I got money pouring Try to take it aint gotta do nothing, I got my youngest blowing Imma send yo butt out the squad Im the youngest boy Baby, A-l-m-i-g-h-t-y S-o-s-a Baby you know me, Im that guy Im smoking on z-o-p-e and that shit it got me high And I know you wanna be on TV But just down for right now Im on this promethazine Im bout to pour me a cup right now This bitch probably wanna sit next to me I try Baby you know how Im rocking Fuck around balling so hard, slam dunking

I cant trust a soul, I ride wit tooly I swear that its glued to me Catch a fuck nigga run up tryna do me Im a get to fucking shooting I got a Glock, that bitch hot, Niggas really mad cause I done made it And I get paper, they cant get nothin Cross me, bitch, see you later That nigga crossed me, he gon need God Run up on 4-O-6 and heat they block But they aint out there, we dont never see them Bitch, my .45 wanna meet them But Im rich, let me T them cause Im Td up off reefer I still feel this flat, but I just pop two Xanax This that Xanax music, this that flat music This that go-and-get-your-gat music This that get-it-cracking music This for my white boys that be goin hard Fucking thots like pornstars, smokin on that dope We dont smoke that fuckin bubblegum, organic kind of cookies Bitch, I dont want no pussy, I want top Tommy thatll leave your , go by Where the fuck he came from? You know what my name was, my name is Almighty And Im hard bout it, I aint scared of nobody My gun dont fear nobody Let her blow my gun, dont hear nobody or see nobody But itd hear somebodys, shoot your ear off, buddy Meet my little friend, his name is Tommy I dont snort coke or do molly, I dont sniff dope I do nothin but smoke trees I just get high, get high til I damn die Niggas hatin on me, I dont know why But you know I got my .45 Tadoe got the .40, get up off a flat, Remy and Patrón though And he at your door causing comotion Knockin shit over and down, blowin down your tree Blowin down your kitchen, blowin down your knees And he blowin down your feet and your top I bet do death hell not, where your pounds and your bars? And your bricks? Where your bitch? So I can fuck her and make her tell me shit? Why? Cause I got dick, she suckin on this dick Guess what? She lovin on this dick

Im in a two seater, in the carpool Gold runners on, and they are new And gettin money, what we up to You aint with us, then its fuck you Play chess in the streets, make your move My house in LA look like Cancun These hoes be takin selfies in my bathroom Fonem watch the spot from the cameras We servin that come back, front one more The judge cannot stop me from countin honchos You gotta re-up when you run low Ima run it up and Ima run for more These bitch see the steez when I bop out the car Met the bitch today but Ill get top by tomorrow You dont get it like the gang, no not like the squad Im on planet Earth, Im finna shoot back to Mars On Mars with a scope, finna shoot at the stars High as fuck, seein Saturn have a shootout with Mars Your thot say she see me in two different cars I just hit Neimans in a few different malls Back to the wall, feet on the floor Pedal to the metal, whole bunch of gold Buy a lot of clothes, achieve a lot of goals Friends turn foe but Im wavy like a float Syrup got me like a snail On the yacht, finna set sail Smokin dope, finna inhale then exhale All this loud in my fuckin lungs, man, I cant yell I cant even pronounce my foreign ass bail Bitch Im smoking on dope, bitch, I eat boss-anova Bitch my pockets are boulders, we dont ride in no Rovers Bitch we ride I8s, bitch Im high, outer space Ride foreigns, no plates, OG Kush, you can taste I smoke a zip every day, pour the 8 to the face Bitch we game paper chase, bitch you food, cant relate Might do a show in Japan, rockin outfits from France Catch that pack when it land, watch me go count them bands At the stoplight, two-seater, me and Yo Me and Sosa fucked up, nah, that aint no Hit the club, bitches bustin everywhere, yo-yo Do my thing, flee the scene, Ima leave with po-po Snow bunny with me sniffin Coca Cola co-co I used to be solo I steady send shots, miss and thats a low blow String on the TEC like the string on a yo-yo Run and Ima blow though Coolin at the spot by the ocean Pickin up a bitch off of Ocean Drive Pulled up to Wells Fargo Run out that bitch with the sack, hop in the car like bitch drive I can try to walk a straight line but Im really high And I couldve took a Greyhound but Im really fly Oh yeah Im fuckin bitches, baby, Im not in denial And the jury tryna steal me but Im takin it to trial

Damn Im sick Glo Gang She was like damn Im sick Haha, hey So Burnin them trees like damn Im That bitch said my leather sick Ayy, Gang Damn Im sick, damn Im sick, aye, aye Damn Im sick, damn Im sick, aye, aye My car sick my watch sick, aye, aye Just bought a house but might cop six, aye Damn Im sick Bought some shoes and she like damn Im sick Im sick, aye Ive been sick since they locked up Slick, aye So I gotta get this guap even when Im sick, aye, aye Phew My Porsche sick so is my clip, aye aye Let her ride my Porsche that shit sick, aye Wheels all black with the all black gat with it, aye Im sick Counting all this damn money and I dont even have to count it, ayy God damn Im sick Been sick since they locked up Slick, aye Glo Gang and all the houses are big, aye Got a hunnid thousand dollars cars in front of where we live, aye And we are Glo Gang so all the cars they are his He is , is it his? he is Them cars are all of ours, aye We all got are own damn cars, aye, aye Glo gang we sick, aye, aye, aye Our chests be sick, aye, aye, aye And we flexin on everybody we see, aye We aint trying to be rude but we flexin on everybody we meet, aye aye Damn Im sick, damn Im sick, aye, aye Damn Im sick, damn Im sick, aye, aye My car sick my watch sick, aye, aye Just bought a house but might cop six, aye Damn Im sick Bought some shoes and she like damn Im sick Im sick, aye Ive been sick since they locked up Slick, aye So I gotta get this guap even when Im sick, aye, aye

All my niggas maniacs, flooded with them tools Nigga you a fool, try us you gone lose All we do is win, my niggas dont lose We twisting nails at any nigga, dont get screwed All my niggas maniacs, flooded with them tools Nigga you a fool, try us you gone lose All we do is win, my niggas dont lose We twisting nails at any nigga, bitch dont get screwed Coming in my hood, know this shit aint safe We wet your ass with bullets, throw you in a lake Riding around with nines, we dont fuck with eights Hood on my back, running in a race Y-Yo we keep them tools nigga, dont get screwed Riding-Riding through my shit, them guns aimed at you We blow yall off, then your ass gone lose Rolling-Rolling off a nigga, shoot a nigga ooohh On my momma, bitch Im Ls to death And all my niggas foul, we aint playing fair On my momma, bitch Im Ls to death And all my niggas foul, we aint playing fair Rolling kush cuz I feel like getting high I was born in this shit, see it in my eye I dont wanna die but I aint scared to die Sosa bitch Riding with my niggas, we all love the shooting We sliding doors back and shooting out the roof Red beams, green beams aimed at you Please dont get screwed, all my niggas loose This the life of them niggas Middle fingers to the cops, we dont snitch nigga This the life of them niggas Middle fingers to the cops, we dont snitch nigga

Get money, on God We them creatures in the force Fuck em to the max Bitch i go far Get money, on God We them creatures in the force Fuck em to the max Bitch i go far Yeah, lets get money My niggas like gettin money man This for yall Now rock, bang, bang bang Need that money Glory road Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Get money Lets get money Get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money, on God We them creatures in the force Fuck em to the max Bitch I go far Chillin with them stars Ridin round in them cars Smokin on that loud Tryin to find them bars Money got a bill Bitch Im in the field I know kush what you smell So bitch keep it real I aint fucking round with them bucks Gotta get my money up When we come round you hear buck Niggas better duck Cause Im all about them bucks Dont fuck around and get fucked And them kush blunts I stuff Bitches sayin Im messed up But fuck these hoes lets get money Chief Keef he stay stuntin I be reekin like a onion Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Get money Lets get money Get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Man up fuckboy Hope you learn to duck quick Run around I be that man these niggas out here hoein Chief Keef thats foe nem Bags of kush on foe nem Ballin out that kush got me strollin on the solar Been pushin since the stroller Got hoes that make me come up Bussin at you dumb fucks Been in it since a youngin Niggas mad cause they cant show up Bitches they get no love Fuckin all the guys cant be thinkin Imma love her Niggas shootin shots they aint aimin at me Gettin shot pussy nigga when u aimin at me Talkin at his body I aint aimin for free And its money over bitches that the dollar that I speak Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Get money Lets get money Get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money fuck these broads Id rather fuck these louds Im tryna duck these hogs Cant do time behind them bars I gotta dream to live in Miami With a night club and my mansion Two white girls in my mansion Suck my dick, call me handsome Lets get money drink that lean Triple stacks of them beans Kush back in them reams You dont know me dont judge me Hope god give me that blessing Nothing less than a fortune I need a hunnid mill no flexin Lets get money, lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Get money Lets get money Get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money Lets get money I mean, I been in this shit Yall niggas need to sit down Shit though

Niggas coming through with that violence Niggas mixxed two with that molly Aint got nothing to do with that money Im coming through with that choppa Niggas come and deal with that violence Just bought a gun thats silent Police grab me about that violence Aint know nothing about it Hop out my car, its cloudy Im a hundred nigga, big bounty Aint nothing funny but money Look fuck nigga get money We come through and we redruming Murder a nigga, upping that doggy I take my car and I self park it Hop out then get to sparking Remember when I used to watch Barney Now Im running around with my army Get it to you however you want it I am 2Pac for the moment Nigga told me I got talent Remember when I used to be abandoned Ready to make that damage To him, him, and him Bitch in Canada named Candice Bitch in Paris named Janet Naw baby, I dont eat candy Aint shit sweet but sweet damage Bitch in Canada named Candice Bitch in Paris named Janet Naw baby, I dont eat candy Aint shit sweet but sweet damage

Im in a Lamb, I dont give a damn, fuck Im in a Lamb, I dont give a damn Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Ridin in my car, Im smokin super gas 175 goin super fast, nyoom Hit the corner, damn, Im finna crash Blue and red lights, they on my ass I dont give a fuck, Im in a Lamb truck I dont give a damn, Ima blam some I got fifty Ps in this damn trunk Gotta sell these bags, I got that damn skunk Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck They playin them crooked-ass games We gon come through sprayin all things Yo ass finna have it all, man My shorties aint got it all, man Thirty shots, new Glocks, FNs SR-40s, MAC-10s And Im in the telly with best friend You and my hollow best friends Shoot as us, then tell on all ten Missed one, he crawlin, spin again Niggas out here lackin off the gin Im finna hit they ass with gin Hit his face, came out through his chin Niggas frenemies, we aint really friends Niggas frenemies, we aint really friends Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Met the bitch at courtside, bitch, this aint a Porsche truck When this bitch started up, its like I left the doors up What the fuck you sparked up? Leave your bitch like youre a dub I feel like Paul Walker, are you racing your truck? You wanna put it up? We takin your stuff Dont get it shaken, youre dust Ridin in my car, Im smokin super gas 175 goin super fast, nyoom Hit the corner, damn, Im finna crash Blue and red lights, they on my ass I dont give a fuck, Im in a Lamb truck I dont give a damn, Ima blam some I got fifty Ps in this damn trunk Gotta sell these bags, I got that damn skunk Ridin in my car, Im smokin super gas 175 goin super fast, nyoom Hit the corner, damn, Im finna crash Blue and red lights, they on my ass I dont give a fuck, Im in a Lamb truck I dont give a damn, Ima blam some I got fifty Ps in this damn trunk Gotta sell these bags, I got that damn skunk Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck Nyoom, Im in a Lamb truck

Ayy I paid a lotta money for that Fuck around, man, I got Chase and So on the beat Five thousand for this pound plus Scottie Ima blow it down, ayy Dont be lackin shorty, ayy Bitch its crackin shorty, pop outside better have your Glock, ayy Its that time, better watch your watch, ayy It aint no lackin, boy, your life will stop, ayy Get yo ass cooked, Crock-Pot, ayy We outside on a hot block Lil folks see them guys then them Glocks pop Get yo ass smoked, nigga, hot pot Give lil folks a bag they gon opp shop Holes in yo body just like Spongebob Ion even wanna rap, I wanna rob I been in the field, never had a job That lil bitch she bad, told her come and slob Told her quit her job, come and work for me She gon catch the bag, make it surf for me Last week I hit stain for like forty bowls Ran it up quick, I need forty more Lambo barkin like a Scooby-Doo Still pickin hoes like Im Pikachu Wrist on scuba-scu, you niggas dont know who to shoot In the foreign, I feel like iRobot, Ion trust nobody Ridin with the doors up, foenem pourin fours up Niggas straight Looney Tunes Niggas rappin like they been a goon Still chasin the opps like Tom chase Jerry You rappers is like some real Tyler Perrys New 911, blueberry But you know the shoes dirty We been racin since like two thirty Summer time dont get yo ass in a dead pool, shorty

Aye aye, aye aye, gang aye, bang aye Hold on, aye, hold on, bang bang Came out the house, forgot my belt ayy, pants steady fallin ayy They like damn Sosa ayy, how you steady ballin ayy ? The money keep coming , the leaves keep fallin ayy And I keep spending and people keep talkin We bought FNs, cause we dont need folks Hoes love drivin, we dont be in parties Been a King Diamond, but I never been a follower I been seen your shoes, but I aint even comment We’ll drop em like an iPhone, I ain’t did it I was airbourne ayy ayy They can’t catch me bitch I’m Jason Bourne I want a Sandwich bitch go make me one Pass me the gushers , Im in the lamb truck, Im in it gettin sucked up If you a bitch go get some butt shots, my bitch just went and got some, I seen em and said what the fuck ? Hop out the car, like what is up ? If you did time, you prolly be in that bitch gettin supper up Gettin that cashew like ah peanut In S E A T, like a seahorse ayy ayy ayy Leave your block with 3 chorus Somehow I aint been to church, but I been to court We got rackets, like a tennis court Bitch we been drillin, bitch its been a sport ayy SVJ it’s the Aventador You might see me ridin with your bitch in one ayy You know when she see us she gon get in one I can ride through a blizzerd cause my wrist is one Aye aye wooh wooh wooh aye Aye aye bang aye aye bang bang aye aye Dududuh wooh wooh dududuh dududuh Its on the way, bitch looking at us? let her look She be tellin that bitch she better look They cant catch me Im perry the platypus Bitch Im stuck, Im off this canibus Baby I need a double deck a bus ayy My shorty nem seving like a restaurant ayy You aint never let a fiend test one They cant catch me like Im home alone He finna be quite up he on the phone Baby got cab aint hard to ride alone They wanna switch numbers but I told em I aint got a phone They tryna hit my blunt I said I get high alone I know you a lil nigga, go buy a zone She know Im a dog Im tryna bone She asked me her name I got it wrong Aye aye aye

Yeah, yeah Fours, sixes, deuces and fifties Balanos, Forgis, 34s you trippin Eight TVs ashantis Ferraris, Bugattis, Mercelagos, Lambs Ayy ayy ayy Now Im always spending, these bitches always grinding If I send my youngins at ya then I gave your ass a fifty If I send Doowopski at ya then he gave your ass a sixty Put ya forehead in yo ass and leave your face placed in them pisses Im ridin on Macaulay Im rich like Richie Richie You aint gonna kick it? hold on hold on ho get busy Want my bloody bridges when I store a hundred cities Now my crib like a museum and these bitches come to visit, ayy Rolling Loud in LA because I cant go to London I am from the Midwest but this bitch say I sound country Say she gettin money so we bout to have a contest If you get more money, baby congrats on your success You better wear a hat cause these niggas out here stuntin Say they aspiration was to tour around the country Try to get some money honey, not on me lil ugly I stunt all through the winter and I ball out when its sunny Ima stunt this summer, Ima roll me a Wood and stunt in front ya Post on your block cut the trunk up homie, yeah Bout to stunt on em, homie Ima stunt this summer, Imma roll me a Wood and stunt in front ya Post on your block cut the trunk up homie, yeah Bout to stunt on em, homie Ferraris and Ferraris But you know nothing bout it You still stuck in the projects with no money in yo pocket I seen you at the yachty, you still aint got no car yet? You finally sent your homeboy car, man that shit crazy Man thats some deep shit, so Ima say some weak shit This bitch pussy so deep, like a Chicago digit Bitches in the Lambs, bitches in the Raris Gang off the dope, bitches off the molly Bitches in the lobby, we kickin just like sake I pull up countin sake sake Benihanna bache Sosa Sosa Sosa, call me Sosa Deveoci Million dollar man, call me Sosa lamborushi Forgis 9-11 on that M6-50 rocket, all these fuckin money Ima need like fifty pockets Porsh 9-11 on that M6-50 rocket, so many rockets, dont make me shoot your partner

Nigga stay fit, dont come on my street The bitch know Keef got some on his feet Im lookin at my son and he grew a couple feet Know I be with my boys and aint talkin back street If you tryna front pull up on back street I know I got money dont be tryna tax me If you on some business, nigga you can fax me She like when I get the top gone like last week Its 52 degrees and Im wearing a hoodie Chief so what’s that I smell that good kushy I heard you with the police force and you a rookie Im walkin around this bitch like a liquor tootsie I heard you aint tryna fuck her but you eat the pussy Aint aint even wanna fuck that bitch she look weak Told my brother bring me back some clothes from japenese I might be wit a chinese but bitch I’m Capanese Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I got a tiger by its feet King of the Jungle, watching out for rivalries Looked up my shoes and they say made in Italy Went and bought a mop oh yeah I named it slippery Aye, dont slip nigga, dont slip nigga, dont slip nigga My shoes tied, I dont trip nigga And if Im in the club Im in the VIP nigga Light you up LED strip nigga Act like you got it locked you get zipped nigga And Im real fuckin cool, I got the whips nigga Nigga get off yo block and take a trip nigga Nigga get off yo block and take a trip nigga

Sosa baby GBE baby Catch up, catch up Glory Boyz, Savage Sqaud shit Bitch, Im coolin in the trap, bitch, Im groovin Everywhere I go, I got shooters Fredo, Chief Sosa, we keep Rugers Have your bitch in the studio and do us Bitch, you know Im smokin on fat blunts like I got fat lungs USDA approved, get the beef stamped on Got introduced the money, that was something to camp on And we keep more tools than a pamp boys Sosa, I aint on no cool, layback shit Catch an opp in public and shoot him up in traffic Ima fuckin dog, you can ask my last bitch I dont wife no hoe, like a football I just pass it I keep me a Glock and you know Ima blast it Me and Sosa spin your block, its a fuckin classic Late night at your crib, its a fuckin stakeout Put that chopper to your face, what the fuck you gotta say now? Fredo, lately I been in my bag, cuz Waste him, we takin niggas out like trash, cuz Dirty monеy, keep a nigga cleaner than a pastor You know we, bеfore Christmas get wrapped up Rascal like buckwheat, trust no one, but me Your bitch very nasty, dont think you can pass me Runnin to her fastly, S55 classy Judge tryna trash me, no one really has me Bitch, Im coolin in the trap, bitch, Im groovin Everywhere I go, I got shooters Fredo, Chief Sosa, we keep Rugers Have your bitch in the studio and do us Bitch, you know Im smokin on fat blunts like I got fat lungs USDA approved, get the beef stamped on Got introduced the money, that was something to camp on And we keep more tools than a pamp boys

You already fine lil lady Aint seen your chop lips Whatever you do before you come over here Make sure your real hair in your head baby? I don’t want no green hair or fuckin brown Ohh, go to bathrooms 1-2, 1-6 When I tell ya that I want some Dont be saying can I hold some You got that macaroni ass But you know I hate that phony hair Baby I’m a whole motherfuckin whale These puny niggas really fuckin twelve Said she leaving told her a fair well She thought Id care I told that girl oh well Baby bald head She bald head like a skull head I usually dont quit but I fall for it I pulled her hair that shit came off her head I thought she was straight but she a shred Take that shit up off yo head put it in the shit It aint paper matter of fact put it in the shred Yeah, only way around me, you gettin wet Uhm, dont you weed on jet then you good If I see you, we share everything in yo hood Oh that’s your real hair babygirl you good And ain’t no need to explain cause it’s understood Take that weave out, show me whats under that hood Cant being wearing no wig whenever you cook Because I dont want hair all over my food You don’t need that baby you already look good You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already beautiful You already beautiful You already beautiful You already beautiful You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute Baby you dont no eyeliner When you be natural, you be finer Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Gotta have some good vagina Baby, why the fuck your skin look brighter? Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Baby, why the fuck your skin look lighter? Baby, when you do you gotta do better Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Gotta go like now or never Rapunzel can you let down your hair? Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah You cant put up little one I have to give you the choice She like boy, you did it in front of them boys Im high like yeah, right You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already beautiful You already beautiful You already beautiful You already beautiful You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute When you FaceTime me stop having the camera at the ceiling This aint Snapchat stop sendin videos with filters, ayy ayy Lamb truck Skrt Skrt hope the lean aint spilling, ayy Treat yo mouth like an envelope girl seal it Aye aye aye aye aye aye Girl is it real or is it fillory, ayy ayy Bro just caught a fish from the river Aye aye aye aye aye aye Pulled up the fuck and go to the river Tell her man dont hop over here tripping you out here tripping Aye aye aye aye aye aye She think I like white girls, yeah I do but love my browns Look better with your makeup and turn your eyes brown upside down You been lookin different from the resident hoes in our town Finna pull up and getchu, she like I aint done coming You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute You already beautiful You already beautiful You already beautiful You already beautiful You already cute You already cute You already cute You already cute

I need a hundred million, bout two times And ten thousand dollar full times My shorties nem throwing gang signs I got long money, all that hang time Collect the rewards, no milk cartons No Walmart, bitch we hit targets Take the package and we box it In and out only, talk it I walk it I’m a get it by any means necessary I’m a go out fucking legendary We bought the things through the bag go missionary Cutting front line like the military This shit through blood, sweat and dedication Som’n wrong with the engine I think they laced it Feds grab me for false investigation All I know is ball that’s what I told em that’s how we played it Feet down on the concrete I know some niggas do anything for money And they got three K’s new nazi’s Hit a hundred six parks no roxy’s I need a hundred million, bout two times And ten thousand dollar full times My shorties nem throwing gang signs I got long money, all that hang time Collect the rewards, no milk cartons No Walmart, bitch we hit targets Take the package and we box it In and out only, talk it I walk it I got on Off White, I’m not a Nazi I’m in a drop tower come and talk me I’m in a new ‘rari going top speed Police try to pull me over not me I just pulled a six and I found I need a chaser We gon break it down, wet up and you can take it Blue cheese, facetime, call when I cake it California crib, ten bedrooms came with a basement We was basic, home runner pussy I’m a basic Johnny Dang did the chain, jewelry gang crazy The judge tryna give me life, no I’m gon escape it And I travel shooting dice, you know I’m gon shake it I need a hundred million, bout two times And ten thousand dollar full times My shorties nem throwing gang signs I got long money, all that hang time Collect the rewards, no milk cartons No Walmart, bitch we hit targets Take the package and we box it In and out only, talk it I walk it

Im a young flexer man, like to show-boat My nigga knuck if you buck and they swingin elbows UFO overload in my pockets dawg Walk in the mall with them bands, walk out spend it all Your bitch dont like me she say Im nasty, a dog If it aint money then Im not speaking at all Aint talkin money, dont speak at all Aint talkin commas, dont speak at all I say shh, but no Shmurda though Bitch Im from Chiraq now in Cali Still get murdered holmes Walk in the bank off the Lala, Haha Plenty niggas want my spot They cant get it, Nah, nah When my jewels speak to the thots I dont say nothing Whats up shawty? How you doin? My chain weigh a ton Nigga I get Glo bucks better get you some And these thots they for everybody Like Ballout, boy pick you one Lean knocked me out, De La Hoya Slick case aint shit, I just hit the lawyers When he come home, boy Im gon have something for him New SRT 2K15 nigga and a fuckin quarter Im a young flexer man, like to show-boat My nigga knuck if you buck and they swingin elbows UFO overload in my pockets dawg Walk in the mall with them bands, walk out spend it all Your bitch dont like me she say Im nasty, a dog If it aint money then Im not speaking at all Aint talkin money, dont speak at all Aint talkin commas, dont speak at all Check my iTunes nigga, its three hundred bands Check out the block, bitch 300 clan In this shit three hundred hands, them three hundred fans Finessed about a hundred men out a hundred grand And my Balenciagas they cost six huncho Free D. Rose and 22 they from six huncho Catch me flyin down your block speeding Im on my way to the money, I gotta make this meeting You aint got 10k, then we aint meeting Switch up on your gear, that shit out of season Try to lock me up and take my guap and seize it But man it aint happenin, before I go I bust this evenin Im a young flexer man, like to show-boat My nigga knuck if you buck and they swingin elbows UFO overload in my pockets dawg Walk in the mall with them bands, walk out spend it all Your bitch dont like me she say Im nasty, a dog If it aint money then Im not speaking at all Aint talkin money, dont speak at all Aint talkin commas, dont speak at all

Ooooooh, what the fuck? This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup! Take it out, stuff it Half ounce, fuck it This track bitch, you love it Already fucking That aint straight drop, thats Tussin That fake ice, tuck it Cause this bling on me bussing Believe that, trust it Balling real hard, I aint hooping nigga Fall in love bitch, I aint Cupid nigga I get money, get stupid figures Got your gun but you aint shooting nigga Hit a nigga pockets like a goofy, nigga Blue Robbins jeans with the Ruger, nigga Just copped a Porsche, real coupes nigga Hit a few blocks acting foolish nigga Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us All my niggas solid, no fruity niggas And Im getting guap, still shooting niggas Shawty bounce her ass like Im Juvie nigga Shawty bounce her ass like Im Juvie nigga In this bitch, we gon make a movie nigga In this bitch, we gon make a movie nigga Niggas steady talking that tough shit Me and gang be on that fuck shit This car Im whipping be on that rough shit Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit You want something nigga, meet me at the function Dont make your bitch meet me at the dungeon All this muhfucking designer on me Fuck around, thought I was up in London Drive the car like its muhfucking stuntman Shoot the ball like Im muhfucking Kobe Shoot the pistol like Im muhfucking Odee Ice on me, got me colder than a polar And the dope got me higher than a solar In that thang, switching lanes like a bowler Crack the window then tropical aroma Imma smack the Barts skatin, call me Homer Top of the world, in my penthouse Just fucked yo bitch, kicked yo bitch out Just took me a quick shower It aint even been an hour Counting this money up Know I had to run it up Hopped out to get some cups Hellcat, still running bruh Hellcat, we just copped new Jeeps Rims sitting higher than a dually Trap spot got like two or three Hit my phone if you need a few Ps In the strip club serving QPs New jeans cost me bout two keys Keep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese Keep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese If I rob the bank I take the Nemos If I hit yo block I take the venom Bitch you know I got the more than nice meatrolls I got more tools than Home Depot Hit yo block going crazy, call me Cee-Lo Seagull what I name Desert Eagle Ima decock when I reload Wrist looking zero below Rolling round this bitch in a pea coat Having me some steak on pico Shells catch a nigga like Chico Folks knock em out like Deebo Pockets on full like tito Looking bossed up, might catch the R.I.C.O Green on me, young eco First twenty hit ya, now I gotta reload Hit the back if you need dope smoke Sending shawty thats only 16 Sell ya what you want with the 44 Stop, do not try to run off Tell him go, he gon let the gun off And this shit, real clear like Smirnoff On the phone with the plug talking bird talk

Mike WiLL, Sos Baby Ear Drummers Nigga I make my pistol clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap Everybody riding around with they strap strap strap strap strap strap strap strap strap Oh yeah you can have it bitch no rap rap rap rap rap rap rap Stupid ass, got da cops up in yo trap trap trap trap trap trap trap You aint glo, well knock you out the map map map map map map map Put the pistol to your brain and bust a cap cap cap cap cap cap cap I asked her when to pull up ?, she told me sap sap sap sap sap sap sap Theyll pull you down the barrel, they some crab crab crab crab crab crab crab Let off all my clips, its a wrap Boa I know you aint gangsta Niggas on the corner, on the same store You let her ride yo face and you still ain’t fuck I was at the bottom, till I came up I was just a kid, tryna slang sum Might look like Im bad, Im finna swag on em I dont like them niggas, I hang em Call me Baskin-Robbins I got flavors He told on his mans, they still cagеd him He was with his kid, they still blazed him You lеt him roll ya blunt, and then he laced ya Let me in the raq, fuck the mayor Nigga I make my pistol clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap Everybody riding around with they strap strap strap strap strap strap strap strap strap Oh yeah you can have it bitch no rap rap rap rap rap rap rap Stupid ass, got da cops up in yo trap trap trap trap trap trap trap You aint glo, well knock you out the map map map map map map map Put the pistol to your brain and bust a cap cap cap cap cap cap cap I asked her when to pull up ?, she told me sap sap sap sap sap sap sap Theyll pull you down the barrel, they some crab crab crab crab crab crab crab Let off all my clips, its a wrap Let off all my clips, then I got loose If I like you then its something about you You want me to revolve my life all around you Baby I can read, spell, and i can count too I dont wanna hit your cup, pussy, I got juice Answer my door with a pistol and some house shoes You think you the friendly ghost pussy we found you Call the man from all state, cause bitch we got you And I gotta take care cause shes my babymomma And shitll never change you know Im your baby, momma When it was time for school, I was never ready momma And I might have to shoot em, can’t let em take me momma Nigga I make my pistol clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap Everybody riding around with they strap strap strap strap strap strap strap strap strap Oh yeah you can have it bitch no rap rap rap rap rap rap rap Stupid ass, got da cops up in yo trap trap trap trap trap trap trap You aint glo, well knock you out the map map map map map map map Put the pistol to your brain and bust a cap cap cap cap cap cap cap I asked her when to pull up ?, she told me sap sap sap sap sap sap sap Theyll pull you down the barrel, they some crab crab crab crab crab crab crab Let off all my clips, its a wrap Its a wrap cuz I just made a movie, shawty I got a fat butt Met her outside, and now Im all in that gut Shooters like peroxide, they all in that cut Tried a young nigga she say I taste like fudge How the fuck this a dope block and you aint got bud Shoot out to them niggas from my team who got caught They got some for you and it aint no love Well take it down like it cant go up I was bad as fuck, I couldve rainbow snow Nigga I make my pistol clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap Everybody riding around with they strap strap strap strap strap strap strap strap strap Oh yeah you can have it bitch no rap rap rap rap rap rap rap Stupid ass, got da cops up in yo trap trap trap trap trap trap trap You aint glo, well knock you out the map map map map map map map Put the pistol to your brain and bust a cap cap cap cap cap cap cap I asked her when to pull up ?, she told me sap sap sap sap sap sap sap Theyll pull you down the barrel, they some crab crab crab crab crab crab crab Let off all my clips, its a wrap

Yeah man We in this bitch Chief Keef Fredo Santana, DJ Ken Chief Keef presents the Glory Road Hosted by me, Chief keef Fredo Santana, see you man Yeah, we gone Going off them hitters Sipping on that lean Shawty all the bitches wont wait We posted on that block Come through we letting off shots I be ready for that guap Then we on top top From a bitch I want top Dont play, bodies get dropped Then we on top top From a bitch I want top Dont play, bodies get dropped Going off them hitters Sipping on that lean Shawty all the bitches wont wait We posted on that block Come through we letting off shots I be ready for that guap Then we on top top From a bitch I want top Dont play, bodies get dropped Then we on top top From a bitch I want top Dont play, bodies get dropped

Niggas coming through with that violence Niggas mixed two with that molly Aint got nothing to do with that money Im coming through with that chopper Niggas coming through with that violence Just bought a gun thats silent Police grab me about that violence Aint knew nothing about it Hop out my car, its cloudy Ima hunter nigga, big bounty Aint nothing funny but money Lil fuck nigga, get money We come through and we redrum it Burn a nigga off in the dark Hop out and then get it sparking Remember when I used to watch Barney Now Im running around with my army Get it to you however you want it I am 2Pac for the moment Nigga told me I got talent Know when I used to be abandoned Ready to make that damage Two, him him and him Bitch in Canada named Candice Bitch in Paris named Janet Naw baby, I dont eat candy Aint shit sweet but sweet damage Bitch in Canada named Candice Bitch in Paris named Janet Naw baby, I dont eat candy Aint shit sweet but sweet damage

Ich bin der Lord mit Goldketten, mache Geld mit Sportwetten Du willst diesen Lord testen und ich schieße aus dem Aston Ich riech nach Versace Blue, trag eine Armani Uhr Homes ich will kein Abitur, geh lieber auf Europatour Counte Bills im Safescanner, ich bring es jetzt auf den Nenner Du bist nur ein Gaypenner, Warum bist du gay, Penner? Du bist ein Hurensohn, ich lass eine Hure blowen 1000 Euro Stundenlohn, Sluts wollen mir einen runterholen Ja, ja, Normalität, dein Traum ist was ich grad erleb Weil ich einfach nur mein Leben leb Ich bin der Dude der im Regen steht Ich steh im Geldregen, wenn wir über Geld reden Wenn ich mit der Glock komm, gib mir dein Geld eben Hustensaft Jüngling, der Lord in Person Ich muss deine Bitch mit der Glock bedrohen, denn die Hure soll blowen Ich komm mit dem Gwalla, mein Outfit stupid Colour Ferarri, keinen Ford, denn ich bin dieser Lord Ich komm mit dem Gwalla und kaufe ein bei Zara Ich fick Jaqueline und Lara, von Gucci der Pyjama Ich komm mit dem Gwalla und kaufe ein bei Zara Ich fick Jaqueline und Lara, von Gucci der Pyjama Ich komm mit dem Gwalla und kaufe ein bei Zara Ich fick Jaqueline und Lara, von Gucci der Pyjama Ich komm mit dem Gwalla und kaufe ein bei Zara Ich fick Jaqueline und Lara, von Gucci der Pyjama Ich will Komfort, ich will Luxusstuff Ich bin dieser Boy, der bald schon einen Lexus hat Deshalb counte ich die Stacks, bin weiter aufgeswaggt und fresh Mach mehr Cash als Diamond Dash, ich zieh die Glock - und clash Ich hab teure Smartphones, du fährst einen Smart, Homes Denn du bist nicht smart, Homes, stapelst all die Kartons Life is life, nice is nice, knife is knife, Schieß aus dem VIP-Bereich Ich will Mula und zwar gleich, denn ich bin so reich Wavy wie ein Teich, du Kek, ich hab Waffen eingesteckt Die meisten haben keinen Swag, deshalb brauch ich meine Tec Drin im MCM-Bag, das Shirtie von Versace Und das Kokain ist weißer als ein gottverdammter Nazi Ich sippe nur Fiji-Wasser, denn ich bin ein busy Hustler Codein im Mountain Dew, ich bin blau wie Jimi Blue Extendos in den projects, Homeboy ich bin so fresh Fresher als ein Bubblegum, es gibt immer Trouble, man Ich komm mit dem Gwalla und kaufe ein bei Zara Ich fick Jaqueline und Lara, von Gucci der Pyjama Ich komm mit dem Gwalla und kaufe ein bei Zara Ich fick Jaqueline und Lara, von Gucci der Pyjama Ich komm mit dem Gwalla und kaufe ein bei Zara Ich fick Jaqueline und Lara, von Gucci der Pyjama Ich komm mit dem Gwalla und kaufe ein bei Zara Ich fick Jaqueline und Lara, von Gucci der Pyjama

Yuh Bang bang, bitch Turn it up a notch Chief Keef on the beat Invisible shit, in case you didnt notice me Bust your girlfriend and send your mama to the store for me Your wife gotta cook, and Im shootin up the groceries These niggas dont want it They can try it though Give em a large fry, a burger, and a Diet Coke A shit badge, a straitjacket, and a these bitches Think I wanna wife I wanna one night a hoe Fe Fi Fo 1-2-3, T-Slick and Don Star bout to cap out your knee What do you know, they call me Chief Keef Baby, toenail clipper bout to skin off your feet John Cena shit, you cant see me Bitin ass niggas, you cant be me, naw Red and blue goggles on, Im comin 3D Like those media players bitch, burn you like a CD F-L-Y , without a Peter Pan though Fuck talk shit hit em with a heated band Detective ass niggas and we see your mans in there He act dumb, smack him with a heater fan F-L-Y, without a Peter Pan though Fuck talk shit hit em with a heated band Detective ass niggas, yeah, we see your mans in there He act dumb smack him with a heater fan

I got that new emperor’s groove Kuzco Im smoking dope baby Im on Pluto I pick my old hoe up Wit my new hoe I think Im Kobe because Im so 2-4 Im in the foreign I aint even gotta park my shit Someone give Chief So a mic so I can talk my shit Imma take my own Glock and Im gonna spark my shit If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit I remember walking up and down the street Now I got your rent money on my feet To intercept the cash I dont need no cleats I got your hoe in my mansion she said tell you fucking I tell her shake that laffy taffy baby Fabo It look like I got laffy taffys in my bank roll Is it the reason why I see haters dressed like Maino? I told that bitch you cant get shit you cant even get a fucking outfit from rainbow She like Sosa you a dog, but Im tamed though Im a ape pussy nigga yous a kangaroo Im so player you would think I need a cane though Going apeshit I fuck around and knock over your mango I got that new emperor’s groove Kuzco Im smoking dope baby Im on Pluto I pick my old hoe up Wit my new hoe I think Im Kobe because Im so 2-4 Im in the foreign I aint even gotta park my shit Someone give Chief So a mic so I can talk my shit Imma take my own Glock and Im gonna spark my shit If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit I remember selling white on the block If we say aiki then that mean here come the cops If we say onnat that mean here come the opps We run up on that car like here you go some shots I remember laying down in the grass Waiting on the motherfucker opp to pass Smack a bitch till she say, Where the opps is at? Closed casket put em in a body bag Now Im popping tags fuck receipts Now I got a rich mentality Ill still blow that motherfucking thing Im going out like motherfucking Kane I got that new emperor’s groove Kuzco Im smoking dope baby Im on Pluto I pick my old hoe up Wit my new hoe I think Im Kobe because Im so 2-4 Im in the foreign I aint even gotta park my shit Someone give Chief So a mic so I can talk my shit Imma take my own Glock and Im gonna spark my shit If I put this up watch these niggas mock my shit

Yeah, you know, go This for all my balling ass niggas man They be in the hood, throwing up they sets man All or nothing Ls bitch, eskettit All my niggas getting it, 064 shawty Lamron, my Wic City niggas throw it up Im bout that money all or nothing on you hoes Wic City shawty always busting on you hoes I gotta go, gotta get it before Another nigga come around then I gotta switch the flow Okay Im gone, Mr. In another zone And Im down for whatever when my niggas get it on 064 shawty and my niggas in the wrong And we rolling up the loud while my niggas getting dome Guns up, with our sets in ya states Up in my Camaro got some on ya face Wic City, the clique is getting long Macho Man flexing got the clique getting strong Fuck that, my niggas upping Rugers You get yo ass burnt thats what them hollow tips will do ya Off lean, outside trapping Nigga got his ass capping he was outside capping She saying woah cause I took her to my hood Old people, lotta bitches and some niggas in my hood Real gang bangers, my niggas get it in I got a sneaky bitch and he think she can get it in Chilling with the lam, we got them bitches screaming goddamn Cause Im the man, this is who I am And Im all about them dollars tryna make a million Im bout that money all or nothing on you hoes Wic City shawty always busting on you hoes I gotta go, gotta get it before Another nigga come around then I gotta switch the flow Okay Im gone, Mr. In another zone And Im down for whatever when my niggas get it on 064 shawty and my niggas in the wrong And we rolling up the loud while my niggas getting dome Come in them gates, you get yo ass stomped If he outside them gates then you get yo ass jumped Hands in the air, this a fucking stick up We some niggas from the hood tryna get our rich up popping bottles, Stevie rolling blunts Big, ay I got you good then I ever ever stunt Theres a party in the Wic, the GDs cant come In the party dropping racks, the GDs aint none She see it before it happen, my bitch think she splashy Dont get attitude, she aint gone never like it But ion give a fuck, gotta get to the dough If Im outside cracking then Im getting to the dough See that money look good, I fuck around and take it And if its to be made then Ill fuck around and make it Oh shit, what the fuck is this And I cant get killed for no motherfucking bitch so Im bout that money all or nothing on you hoes Wic City shawty always busting on you hoes I gotta go, gotta get it before Another nigga come around then I gotta switch the flow Okay Im gone, Mr. In another zone And Im down for whatever when my niggas get it on 064 shawty and my niggas in the wrong And we rolling up the loud while my niggas getting dome All or nothing Still with the shit man Aon in this bitch Shoutouts to all my niggas on that grind man Hitting stangs, doing whatever we gotta do to get that money man I salute you

12Hunna on the beat Tarentino Squad I smoke lots of marijuana My Robins full of commas My youngins shoot like thunder I bet I can fuck yo momma Riding in my Hummer With my lil bro J Munna 13, this my summer Man down on Saint Lawrence I smoke lots of fucking ganja OBlock shooting shit like thunder I be piping shit like plumbers Im flexing, all these commas Want some problems, meet my llama We tote .30s, not revolvers Do a drill up on Saint Lawrence You boys dont want no problem We got lots of fucking Bitch, we thumbing through these commas Robins rolled up, thirty on me My youngins shoot them llamas Hustlenomics, fuck nigga Bang bang I smoke lots of marijuana My Robins full of commas My youngins shoot like thunder I bet I can fuck yo momma Riding in my Hummer With my lil bro J Munna 13, this my summer Man down on Saint Lawrence Woah, DJ Hustlenomics Bitch I be getting guala Cop a text from the guala That Fendi and Ferragamo Smoke dope and get lots of comma Give yo boy the Dont make me come, let my guap You can get yo whole crew shot Bitch Im eating, not no Off flats, I popped two yeah BossTop bitch, Im Guwop Off flats, I popped two yeah BossTop bitch, Im Guwop I smoke lots of marijuana My Robins full of commas My youngins shoot like thunder I bet I can fuck yo momma Riding in my Hummer With my lil bro J Munna 13, this my summer Man down on Saint Lawrence Top, what you on bro? Lets go buy the mall bro Or you wanna buy some ammo? 100 shots coming through like Rambo Fuck it, I might go flex Boy, you aint getting no checks Bitch I want neck, I dont want sex I dont talk and I dont text All these opps upset I dont give a fuck less Steady talking about you up next But you still dont get enough checks I smoke lots of marijuana My Robins full of commas My youngins shoot like thunder I bet I can fuck yo momma Riding in my Hummer With my lil bro J Munna 13, this my summer Man down on Saint Lawrence

Imma run this shit til my feet hurt Imma run this shit til my knees hurt Imma run this shit til my chest hurt Sosa watcha smoking on That work, yes sir Im just tryna see a niggas worth Pull up in my foreign, that bitch go skkrt Run up on So you gon get put in the dirt He gon blow, but Nero gonna shoot first, yes sir I came through stunin, came through ballin And that motherfucker wants I dont know the name of it darling But dont be stalling, if youre stalling bitch I wont be calling I love chasing after guap, bitch Im Meek Marlin, Meek Millin with this straight ballin

Yeah, whoa, errrrr Im livin one hell of a life Flashin like the watch, niggas just flashin their eyes Im a vampire she wanna fuck in the light If he dont like the gang, he know its something like a kyte I just got all high higher than them bars Smoking tookie tookie, I be high of them all I just left the ruger, finna hop in the car

Jewelry on me shawty Bitch you already know whos Call my jeweler up and tell him nigga freeze me Chop his ass up, he think that we beefin Smack a nigga with some racks then let him keep it Shawty caught me sleep, but told that bitch delete it My ex hoes trynna get me pieces She call me Dr. Sosa, that bitch need a treatment These niggas on my nuts so Im not speaking Chopstick just like the weekend Mr. Freeze, she call me Mr. Heater I pull up, pull out nut, left that bitch freezin

Alright hoe, you need me You gon need me Who see me? Who see me? I dont give a fuck who see me Im Almighty Sosa Houdini Bang bang I dont care about nothing, bitch, Im living my dream You can tell I got guap by the look of my jeans That bitch know I cant tell the time cause this ice in my watch These boys dont want no smoke, I got this pipe in my car Its too easy, its too easy Told that bitch Im rich as fuck, you need me Lights off, nigga, you see me Clips for a nigga tryna movie me Who see me ? Who see me ? I dont give a fuck who see me Bitch, Im Almighty Sosa Houdini Alright hoe, you need me Im smoking on this dope Laughing to the bank like hahaha If a nigga try to take my guap Then that choppa hit his ass like grah grah grah Pussy dont know to get back back back You aint tryna go, bitch, get out of my car I dont wanna fuck anyway, I just want some top Because I heard the pussy hot hot hot I fuck sisiters and mamamas Say you getting money, nigga, blah blah blah Fuck around and walk in the house And Almighty Sosa be fucking yo moms in the couch Feds on my ass like them hoes in the house They lock a nigga up, then Im bondin right out You used to sit your broke ass in the jailcell, 1500 to get out I dont like fuck niggas running they mouth Keep a gun in the car, a gun in the house I dont like niggas that be running they mouth Steady saying this and that, but they know they all lying Bitch, Im too busy getting money all the time This bitch wanna fuck, she got puppy dog eyes Because I got so much ice on me The chain say, Please dont look with your eyes I dont care about nothing, bitch, Im living my dream You can tell I got guap by the look of my jeans That bitch know I cant tell the time cause this ice in my watch These boys dont want no smoke, I got this pipe in my car Its too easy, its too easy Told that bitch Im rich as fuck, you need me Lights off, nigga, you see me Clips for a nigga tryna movie me Who see me ? Who see me ? I dont give a fuck who see me Bitch, Im Almighty Sosa Houdini Alright hoe, you need me Laughing to the bank like hahaha If a nigga try to take my guap Then that choppa hit his ass like grah grah grah

Snippet Nard & B Transway 12:02, smokin on the ooh Pull up in that uhh, act a fool Okay cool You think that that Im snooze Click-clack, April Fools Car on cruise Okay, boy you smokin Okay, dem fast Okay, spend the money Okay, get it back Okay, go get the money Okay, run track Okay, I got blue hundreds Okay, but I aint black

But your dirty ass cant You thought you was hitting my blunt, but your dirty ass cant You thought you was hitting my blunt, but your dirty ass cant Hitting my blunt, but your dirty ass cant You thought you was hitting my blunt, but your dirty ass cant My Beamer too fast for your Jag, mane This aint no YMCMB, I keep that Mac, mane And I keep some shooters, snatch you out your damn chain Boy, dont make me go call me a loud thing I gotta scope myself, dont need a damn thang Aint had shit, that shit, now I got everything And when it comes to my gear, bitch, I buy everything

Bang, bang, bang Ls Chief Keef What I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch Some bands in this bitch What I demand in this bitch That loud got me lit So bitch get up off my dick Cause I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch What I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch Some bands in this bitch What I demand in this bitch That loud got me lit So bitch get up off my dick Cause I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch Bitch nigga we drill, forreal So dont fuck around and get killed On probation but Im still Chasin that bag till I get killed Money be the medicine cause bitch we need it And those snitch niggas dont see it Like Michael Jackson they ass can beat it Hit a bitch once then she know Im leaving And they say Im hot, but bitch Im steamin On my dick for no apparent reason Taking off aint what its seemin God be tellin me that Im a demon I be smoke be the color of lemon That loud pack what Im meaning I need money what Im screaming And like kickstands bitch Im leaning Bitch I go hard, cant fuck with me Yo baby momma know Chief Keef And every time I come around Yo baby momma, she see me I like gettin tree tree Wit a bad bitch named Keke Tried to fight, youll hear ping ping This a drill bitch, get hit ding ding What I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch Some bands in this bitch What I demand in this bitch That loud got me lit So bitch get up off my dick Cause I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch What I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch Some bands in this bitch What I demand in this bitch That loud got me lit So bitch get up off my dick Cause I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch Im a star in this bitch And Im shootin like a bastard Shoutouts to my set Cause we so no backwards See that money I look after Leave these bitches chasing after Ima pass her so I smash her then dont look that bitch way after Fuck a bitch, Im bout mula I gotta lot of shooters Thats some shots at your medulla If you flexin like a ruler So you better keep it cooler Or youll end up a Got comin sooner Pass that to that nigga bitch Gino got em, whats up She already tellin me she love me Bitch shut the fuck up That bitch got me fucked up For that money I be clockin Them bottles I be poppin You know there aint no stoppin Shoutout Batman I be robbin What I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch Some bands in this bitch What I demand in this bitch That loud got me lit So bitch get up off my dick Cause I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch What I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch Some bands in this bitch What I demand in this bitch That loud got me lit So bitch get up off my dick Cause I demand in this bitch Some bands in this bitch

Im on it, Im on it Im on the block and its pumpin, its pumpin, its pumpin Im in the kitchen, its jumpin, its jumpin, its jumpin This kush is loud, its tumblin, its tumblin, its tumblin This da squad, we comin, we comin, we comin Extra clips we dumpin, we dumpin, we dumpin Bitch niggas stop runnin, stop runnin, stop runnin Your whole hood, we stompin, we stompin, we stompin This da squad we comin, we comin, we comin We Brick Squad, we runnin In my pocket, all 100s If it aint about that money, everything else is nothin in my Louis, everything else is rugby Spent 20 bands for my ice, thats why she wanna fuck me In my bedroom I spent the Rollex Livin room cost Polo bed Im that nigga, you know that This .40, dont make me blow that I throw money, hoes know that we sold that I was doin that shit before that Red beams where you nose at? Now hes callin you Rudolph Silencer on the gun, no shoes off Let them pistols off, turn the news on Bitch Im the plug, cant put you on Now hes callin you Rudolph Silencer on the gun, no shoes off Let them pistols off, turn the news on Bitch Im the plug, cant put you on My team full of them maniacs All about that paper so theres no time to relax Every day Im on it, today Im with your main ho Trueys on my ass but, everything else is Polo Ill go places you wont go Just to move that coco I do that shit on the low-low Watchin out for the po-po I got them things for the low-low Everyday I stack dough, Im blowin on that loud dro Typhoons that pump, 5OTs that pump Lotta dope boys that pump Thats a lot of work I pump Five bricks in the trunk, five goons with pumps Five hoes that slut, I stack racks and I nut Its jumpin, its jumpin This block Im on, its pumpin I started off with nothin nigga, I turn that shit into somethin Everyday I be hustlin, I triple that or I double it I do that shit in the dark or I do that shit in the public

Yeah, Ballout baby in this bitch We in Philly and shit, you know This some different shit going on We pull up in different cars, I pull up to a different mall I got so many bitches dawg, I’m having paper, I can get you tossed Water looking like some voss, money falling out the vault We got pistols in this car, Aventer Door looks like its crawling Im always ballin’ pass me the , different spot, a different phone Different chain, a different charm, different watches on both arms Foe flexed up with different shoes, I pull up in different coupes At the top its a different view We just pulled up in different cats, ayy Different tecs and different macs, ayy She say Im actin different, uh Bet she still gon fuck again, uh Bitch, these two different Yeezys Bitch, this six different chains, hey I just bought six different silencers You better shh when it comes to the game Bang bang this a different Glock Slide on the opps in a different car Slide on the opps with a different clock In the trap with a different pot Yeah, I got the guap this a different knot Blue Jay this a different watch Hellcat thats a different lock Yeah you work but you sniff a lot We pull up in different cars, I pull up to a different mall I got so many bitches dawg, Im having paper, I can get you tossed Water looking like some voss, money falling out the vault We got pistols in this car, Aventer Door looks like its crawling I’m always ballin’ pass me the , different spot, a different phone Different chain, a different charm, different watches on both arms Foe flexed up with different shoes, I pull up in different coupes At the top its a different view Ridin’ with the mop and Im looking for the opps Catch a nigga lackin, Ima do him on the spot Got them niggas bitchin’ every time I spend a block Four pound with the lemon squeeze, make it pop Glick 33, got 23 with me, love for the squad, whole team eat with me Whole gang strapped, everybody gettin busy Left arm froze, in my pockets all Benji Pour up a pint, yeah Im high as a kite Woke up and I fell asleep and the lights Double cups when we pourin out Sprite Twin llamas, yeah I keep double pipes We pull up in different cars, I pull up to a different mall I got so many bitches dawg, Im having paper, I can get you tossed Water looking like some voss, money falling out the vault We got pistols in this car, Aventer Door looks like its crawling Im always ballin pass me the , different spot, a different phone Different chain, a different charm, different watches on both arms Foe flexed up with different shoes, I pull up in different coupes At the top its a different view

Its just us nigga Glo Gang Its just us nigga Squahhh... Us nigga..Huuhh Us nigga... Sosa Baby!! Fuck the opps, Fuck the cops nigga I smoke loud fuck them fuck niggas OTG its just us nigga Polices dislike hot niggas GBE bitch we dont fuck with niggas  We dont fuck with bitches they be like niggas Since a youngin’ I wasnt a fuck nigga Since a youngin’ I wasnt a fuck nigga Im off the Earth im on top nigga 20 opps 30 Glocks nigga Bullets coming nonstop nigga 30 shots for shot them opps nigga And Im steady fucking all these hoes If its the top, then we aint never know This nigga still dont want no smoke He say he aint lacking, how he get smoked? Since a youngin’ bitch I been that nigga Bitch Im in my car feel like...

Lyrics from Snippet Two , two, two, two Two, two, two, two, two, two, two I just got three chains, thinkin about buying me three things Maybach in three lanes , got a bad bitch in VA She like freaky​ , she know all these hoes be geekin She made me sing like T-Pain , when she hear me with the big thing Everybody lookin , bitch, I come from Crooklyn Grandma call me Putin ...

We in the big body hogging up two lanes With the loud pack kicking like Luke Cain Bitch I been establish my status I aint no new name When Im in the building I dont give a fuck who came Hold up, roll up, slow up, pour up Flip a hand and the six for the fifty, b-b-b-bitch Im tow up Red eyes dark shades bitch Im high a fuck Still on point though if a nigga want to try me let him try his luck Ridin round we swerve Had alot of guns no words My bitch smell so purp She sucking dick so perf Im ballin hard like Kobe Shootin bricks like Kirby Young wild ass nigga Wild ass bitch burping One time we keep cameras on Fuck PMs I stand alone Holding bricks put your cameras on Young niggas, getting hoes OTF we in this now Real niggas, be with us We stank shit aint killing niggas We aint shootin shit cant be with us True Relgions, Nike Air, swaggers of the meter

SportsCenter , Sos Baby EA , Glory Boyz, Bandana Boyz 1-0-1-7 Ziggy , 300 F$ Zaytoven Go Sleepin on the racks last night, I done fucked around and woke up with a crick in my neck Got so lit last night, woke up with a buttnaked bitch in my jet Iced out baguettes on my chest Bouldercrest tatted in ink on my flesh Im the boss, its a brick on my desk Brain so good, yeah, she cheat on her test Got so high one night, woke up with an ice cream cone on my cheek Last night dripped so hard courtside, had to call the mop boy to my seat At the Super Bowl in my suite Ballin so hard, need cleats Human highlight like Nique And my diamonds are so unique Heard the alphabet boys still watchin me All this D&G on me and my freak Versace fork and plate when I eat and sleep And I dont like to talk, talk cheap Last night, me and my peeps Pulled up to the yacht three deep Hundred bad bitches like Freaknik Diamonds dancing on me like yee Niggas buy hoes, I buy clothes In a SRT8 on a bumpy road Cops just pulled up on me in a Lamborghini Scared from cops, them bitches gotta hit it hard My son think I got ginny toaster Be there ohh if you need me Diamonds move like the lights at the motherfuckin casino Cops got behind me, got crunchy on them bitches like Cheetos Ill shoot the shit outta Deebo And baby I’m fly like a hero Let these fish take a swim, ayy Still catchin plays by Crim, yeah Bouldercrest, nigga, we tempt, ayy Yay still jumpin out the gym, yeah Never ever lose, just win, ayy Still on the Crest gettin it in, yeah Still sellin dope behind tint, ayy Forty whole thousand on my wrist, yeah Ballin on these niggas, big player, yeah Still got the work, brick layer, ayy Real player from the Himalayas, yeah Wet, diamond water like a whale, yeah Fifty whole bricks, ten bales, yeah Used to send work by the mail, ayy Got tired of takin them Ls, yeah Nigga, Im a Bouldercrest mayor, ayy Niggas buy hoes, I buy clothes In a SRT8 on a bumpy road Cops just pulled up on me in a Lamborghini Scared from cops, them bitches gotta hit it hard My son think I got ginny toaster Be there ohh if you need me Diamonds move like the lights at the motherfuckin casino Cops got behind me, got crunchy on them bitches like Cheetos Ill shoot the shit outta Deebo And baby I’m fly like a hero

Rarri pass, black truck behind it, body bags Spent that cash, get that cash Aint no uber, well come and getchu ass Aye aye, pop bags aye, pop tags Youll end up in the ocean, plastic bags You can buy the whole store, still ain’t got no swag This aint Nickelodeon But I gotta blast If you want some beef we got that good burger I got two guns you dont wanna merge em Say you smokin loud, nigga I aint heard ya Finna get money, nigga I aint worried Aye, off the lean feeling like Im off caffeine Seen a bad bitch told that bitch tap-in And this bitch knows I got bands like I got hands And ben frank on my fam, I aint got no friends Rarri pass, black truck behind it, body bags Spent that cash, get that cash Aint no uber, well comе and getchu ass Aye aye, pop bags ayе, pop tags Youll end up in the ocean, plastic bags You can buy the whole store, still ain’t got no swag This aint Nickelodeon But I gotta blast PBS these niggas teletubbies And the car look cool but it sound hella ugly Shawty told me if I fucked her then Im hella lucky Other bitch told damn why you never touch me My other bitch said damn why u don’t neva text me I’m just tryna love you why you don’t neva let me Tryna set her man down but I aint never ready But she give me boob-boob so I call her baddy Name rings takin bells Oh he dont know my name, well ring the bell Sippin 16 oz like I need a scall Make a ning ding ring pad either bells This bitch on my ass like a fuckin bell Im trynna see how my ice uh made a mail Cops was still on foe tryna make him tell Say she like my timbs bitch I got it built Rarri pass, black truck behind it, body bags Spent that cash, get that cash Aint no uber, well come and getchu ass Aye aye, pop bags aye, pop tags Youll end up in the ocean, plastic bags You can buy the whole store, still ain’t got no swag This aint Nickelodeon But I gotta blast How many times use my lighter today? How many times you threw your life away? How many high speeds u got away There trouble that way go the other way THC cause I got back problems We at your window with Mac problems Oh baby, look the lamb crawling Call Ball cause I been ballin Like a Jah bitch Im takin off Like a nah, we be breakin off Like a song, well take you off The earth done rolled a blaze, skatin off Off the Superman, Im flyin off The white price bitch I bought it off I brought the time freeze then I paused We were servin Calvin Klein with the Kenneth Cole Rarri pass, niggas mustve think they cant catch it They tried to catch him, they cant catch him Can you catch me? You cant catch him Skrrrt, Rarri passed him Fffff, beeep beeep beep

This the shooters song, where my shooters at? Where your ladders at? Where rulers at? This the shooters song, where my shooters at? Where your ladders at? Where rulers at? This the shooters song, where my shooters at? Where your ladders at? Where rulers at? This the shooters song, where my shooters at? Where your ladders at? Where rulers at? My shooters call, well do your ass I got this pipe on me, dont make me shoot your ass Glory Gang, its the Glory Gang Smith & Wesson shorty, Im with the Forty Gang 2-4-14, Im with the Shorty Gang Bitch we the Thirty Forty Gang You aint gon shoot shit boy, I know you aint And I never snitch, whats my lawyer name? Dont be trying to run boy, you know you cant My niggas gonna walk up and blow your brain Dont be trying to run boy, you know you cant My niggas gonna walk up and blow your brain This the shooters song, where my shooters at? Where your ladders at? Where rulers at? This the shooters song, where my shooters at? Where your ladders at? Where rulers at? This the shooters song, where my shooters at? Where your ladders at? Where rulers at? This the shooters song, where my shooters at? Where your ladders at? Where rulers at?

Respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Ayy, respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Ayy, if you dont respect a real nigga You bout get killed, nigga So respect a real nigga So respect a real nigga Ayy, respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Respect me Respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Respect me Respect, nigga Its all about the respect And if you aint got the respect We come through blamin with Tecs, nigga I got the weed and the snacks I got the cash and the racks I got the bitches and bags Respect with the Tec I got this Tec to your neck Respect with Uzi and net Fuck around get your ass wet Respect Respect Respect Im shaking Got you I know my car got the flu But it still would get you Respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Ayy, respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Ayy, if you dont respect a real nigga You bout get killed, nigga So respect a real nigga So respect a real nigga Ayy, respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Respect me Respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Respect me Respect, nigga Its all about the respect And if you aint got the respect We come through blamin with Tecs, nigga Came through with the AK and the saw You a real nigga, knock off nigga Fuck nigga, knock it off Got my driver doin drop-offs, nigga Come and get your bitch cus Im going soft I be countin cheese In my sleep Tryna see Why Im all alone going off Hopped out with the guns and the foreigns and the bloods so we come through, swormin nigga And we Glo Navy Pussy nigga, fuck your army nigga Get mixed in the blender with the fruit cause the shit here dont involve you nigga They get that call from So Obama then Yosama, nigga Respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Ayy, respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Ayy, if you dont respect a real nigga You bout get killed, nigga So respect a real nigga So respect a real nigga Ayy, respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Respect me Respect a real nigga Respect a real nigga Respect me Respect, nigga Its all about the respect And if you aint got the respect We come through blamin with Tecs, nigga

You know what Im sayin ? lets get it Bought the sprite, I dont know I was just tweaking I dont know who made me you said that one shot shit fool Im just on and on Satellite, phew, phew Roll a OG, I poured a 8, I got it slowly The opps outside, pour em slowgree Im off a flat, no magnoli Cut them lights off, we 4 deep Tell em niggas, pull up on Glo street Come out and play, come and blow we Hoes in them holy moly I took a shot of Henny with this bitch Got drunk as fuck then left the blick I hit a go, I was focusing on this fuckin lick I almost missed them, when I slept pass, yeah I hit Its a hit, its a hit, yeah its a hit Its a hit, its a hit, yeah its a hit Its a hit, its a hit, yeah its a hit Its a hit, its a hit, yeah its a hit Hit When they hit all my ice on my wrist I think they hit, VVs, bitches wanna lick Yeah hit, yeah hit, shine in this shit Do your shit, do your shit, Ima do my shit Ice water, yeah cooler kit Gold shinin, lil blue, lil bitch Sneak dissin, itll getchu hit Better creep around with your blick My young niggas out with the shits Drive wild I just sipped the brick Dog tape I just flipped the clip Smoke a form, hit your chick scrip Yeah its a bag, make us blast, thought it was chicken ass Boy your ass tote techs, new body bags All these guns bitch from the pass Two .30s in my hand you catch 48 You was better off sliding with a .38 Niggas die, cameras out, first 48 My shorty hit, hit his phone make sure shorty straight His hallow make his ass skinny, fuck with shorty weight Its a hit, its a hit, yeah its a hit Its a hit, its a hit, yeah its a hit I took a shot of Henny with this bitch Got drunk as fuck then left the blick I hit a go, I was focusing on this fuckin lick I almost missed them, when I slept pass, yeah I hit Its a hit, its a hit, yeah its a hit Its a hit, its a hit, yeah its a hit

Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin These niggas get to actin Watch my nigga get to poppin Get to poppin, my niggas get to poppin Fingers up in the air and sets droppin Sets droppin, sets droppin Fingers up in the air and sets droppin Sets droppin, sets droppin Sets droppin, sets droppin A nigga trick with you, tell them act a fool, tell me what you gon do Go on, stand up be a pussy, nigga tell me what you gon do Bitch of course stand up nigga, tell me what u gon do Tuck u tellin foe like a pussy nigga, man whats the use Matter of fact, who is you How you get up in this biz boy, you not with the 300 Crew 300 crew will blow at you Free folks nem, move like them too Can’t forget them, they was out here too Fuck my bitch think I need two Sets droppin we pull up too He gon run and he is too Play for keeps, not playin with you Got those bitches gon spray you too In this shit I’m stuck like glue Rest in peace to Lil Mo too You know I can’t forget my dude, and my other niggas too Ls Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin These niggas get to actin Watch my nigga get to poppin Get to poppin, my niggas get to poppin Fingers up in the air and sets droppin Sets droppin, sets droppin Fingers up in the air and sets droppin Sets droppin, sets droppin Sets droppin, sets droppin I want some white trues I’m teed up on my block A lot of niggas, a lot of thots, but I just love selling rocks I just pulled up in that drop, my youngin got that mop Tryin to rob, you get shot, 300 greases too hot We got glizzies and them FNs, but them bitches got mops Niggas thinking they on something, they gon end up on fox I don’t fuck with no opps, cause they always droppin Got a new chop call it Young Chop cause it’s always choppin But that 4-5 knockin, ain’t no boxes that we rockin Cookin game we the hottest, we just found out what you coppin Now we all in your closet, we want it all aint no stoppin And we with that gang shit that’s why we always The topic Ls Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin These nigga get to actin Watch my niggas get to poppin Get to poppin, my niggas get to poppin Fingers up in the air and sets droppin Sets droppin, sets droppin Fingers up in the air and sets droppin Sets droppin, sets droppin Sets droppin, sets droppin

Fucked up every hour on a week day Flexin on my exes, oh my god I just fucked another freak, aye Doin donuts on the quad Geeked up on the motor, got the engine runnin deep Poppin rocks at the bottom of my feet I dont care about the topic if youre talkin bout me Got another couple racks up for the cheese Like oh my god , I dont know What the fuck , is goin on Like oh my god, yeah, you shouldnt pull up Cause we dont give a fuck about love, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sit and watch me eat up brun A vampire, Im a and-a-one That check, I want the biggest one Left and right pocket on Big and Pun Im leanin off my fucking heels I just moved to the fuckin hills She dont wanna give me grill But she want me to fuck her still These niggas just lil fruit cups We got 3Ks, no Ku Klux In SoHo in the suite with two sluts It is 3AM and they are too much You see the bank roll in my pocket Talk crazy, Ill blow your ass with a rocket Took the plug, cause he was out of socket Gettin top cause she was out of pocket When she said that she wasnt Fucked up every hour on a week day Flexin on my exes, oh my god I just fucked another freak, aye Doin donuts on the quad Geeked up on the motor, got the engine runnin deep Poppin rocks at the bottom of my feet I dont care about the topic if youre talkin bout me Got another couple racks up for the cheese Like oh my god , I dont know What the fuck , is goin on Like oh my god, yeah, you shouldnt pull up Cause we dont give a fuck about love, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah... Like oh my god Cause we dont give a fuck about love, yeah, yeah, yeah Like oh my god What the fuck

I got all the bands, to buy all the racks I buy every shelf, cant fit it, I wont take it back I told my bitch I love her and I take it back Ballout took his chain, shit, take it back Bitch, we the Beamer gang, pull up back to back Bitch, I got the swag and I got the cash I got bitches glad and niggas mad I got this and that, and this and that

I say these boys aint got no guap No guap, no guap, no guap, no guap, no guap These boys aint got no guap No guap, no guap, no guap, no guap, no guap I say these boys aint got no guap No guap, no guap, no guap, no guap, no guap I say these boys aint got no guap No guap, no guap, no guap, no guap, no guap I say these boys aint got no guap No guap, no guap, no guap, no guap, no guap I say these boys aint got no guap No guap, no guap, no guap, no guap, no guap Ay girl, bitch a pornstar, she like them foreign thangs She like me, Ima foreign thang No, she like me cause Im in foreign thangs Foreign cars, foreign watch, foreign chains Versace shining, its all gold mane You aint getting cheese boy, thats nachos mane Rollie on inside gold mane You wear your homies clothes, boy, thats not yours mane I say these boys aint got no guap No guap, no guap, no guap, no guap, no guap I say these boys aint got no guap No guap, no guap, no guap, no guap, no guap I say these boys aint got no guap No guap, no guap, no guap, no guap, no guap

What time it is?, Its 10:17 That shit tho Squad Bang bang Sosa baby GBE Baby All these hoes know about the Glo Glo Gang, Glo Gang, damn Bang All these hoes know about the Glo All these hoes know about someone wanna Glo, all these hoes All these hoes know about Chief So And all these hoes wanna fuck me wanna cause I got them rolls, all these hoes All these hoes wanna get my dick, all these hoes wanna fuck me cause they see me with all these hoes All these hoes know that they aint shit ,and all these hoes trifling thats why I cant trust no bitch, all these hoes

Over hoes Girl, you know its drugs over hoes Girl, you know its drugs over hoes I put drugs over thots over hoes For some strange reason, I put drugs over thots over hoes Girl, you know its drugs over hoes Girl, you know its drugs over hoes Girl, you know its drugs over hoes Girl, you know... Bang Girl, you know its drugs over hoes Girl, you know its drugs over hoes Ballout roll up some dope Cause you know its drugs over hoes, drugs over hoes Drugs over hoes, drugs over hoes I put drugs over hoes, drugs over hoes I put drugs over hoes, I put drugs over hoes I put drugs over hoes, I put drugs over hoes

I told Fredo pour that Act up And now my cup waxed up My bling so blinged up That I cant even hear nuthin Pull up with them toys, I think Im Santa Bandana bitch, I think Im Santana Bandana on this mothafucking hammer I hop out this mothafucka then I blam ya Ya damn much That .30, itll do dirty Leave you on the floor scratching Dont eat it if it smell like sushi But Ima eat that white shit Ill fuck it all night, shit I got that japanese pussy Eat it with chopsticks She say let me get that cock sick I said yo my flow hot, bitch I said Im Andy Milonakis I leave that When I fucked her, I meant it Ghetto, young and reckless Bitches gloin reckless And talk shit, then it get hectic You come from everywhere, you exit Blood got me tweakin I swear blood got me geekin I swear blood got me blingin RIP Bloody Demon

Better have my count Bitch I aint finna play with you Better have sense bitch no doubt Aye, All yall talkin shit yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Dont play with me I aint no toy, toy, toy, toy, toy I aint no boy, Im a man Bitch, you know I got bands Disrespect me, you gon get these hands Quick to smack a fuck, bitch Quick to stomp a nigga out Quick to slide, one blunt and a nigga out I aint no Xbox so stop that playin Before I smack your ass, you get the back of my hand Bitches think Im a game, I aint no ps3 I aint no fucking lame Better stay in your lane fore I smack your ass with the back of this kane Tadoe, you gotta stop all that crazy shit you been doin man for real man Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yada, yada, yada, yada, yada I aint with none of that acting shit, lil nigga, Imma fucking pop ya Send yo ass to the doctor All that acting you need an Oscar Yall niggas our sons and we are yall niggas fathers Didnt mean to be a dead beat Sneak diss get yo ass beat We could pull up on the backstreet Shooters out who fighting Lil nigga talkin guns but run around with a knife Shootout with the sprite Niggas tryna take my life Nigga tryna earn stripes Nigga better think twice Better think right Better not think wrong Yo ass think left Send yo ass home We could get it on Smoking on the strong Whole team strong Lost three soldiers But still gettin it on Go Go Hey Tadoe lemme tell you how these niggas be talkin Squad Squad , sneak dissing all on IG Then they tryna link with us like its cool Yada Yada, Yada Yada Come throught the party all choppers, all shooters Niggas better hide all dollars Everything bad gon happen to yo ass If he aint got the cash You aint got no love Your life so suck Your life so fucked Dope comin out the boat Cleaner than a picker soap Shouldve gave a nigga hope Yada yada yada yada yada yada Money Power Respect that’s all I’m boutta boutta boutta Every dollar dollar dollar I pop in the club, all the thots tryna holla holla holla Its squalla, bro you want a verse on squad shit Not here , better have a fifth Respect few but fear nun, bitch keep a gun, better see nun, we aint for nun Put your ass with the sun B, better run B On foenem!

Chiraq, chiraq, chiraq, chiraq Chiraq, chiraq, chiraq, chiraq I will comeback Cant even be in my own hometown They said that I wouldn’t make it out My aunty miss her baby My grandma, thats who raised me My mommy is my queen, thats an understatement That’s probation, move vacation Lets toast to more life and more paper She dont love you, then replace her, like peace see you later Chiraq, Chiraq Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back Dont lie, dont lie Dont lie, dont die, I will come back to you Ill Comeback to you I’ll Comeback to you Chiraq, Chiraq I’ll Comeback to you Chiraq, Chiraq Ill Comeback to you They trying boobie trap you go around 10 toes I’ma stand my ground, if I lean baby hold it down Used to steal my granny car to ride around Everybody be like when you coming home? Tryna get my life straight, I need a comb aye Ive been busy out here on my own, tryna figure out a way to live on We will let you go Chiraq, Chiraq Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back Dont lie, dont lie Don’t die, dont die, I will come back to you Ill Comeback to you Ill Comeback to you Chiraq, Chiraq Ill Comeback to you Chiraq, Chiraq Ill Comeback to you Light gettin at me, like an Oakland Raider But Im a player, lady persuader You a alligator, Im a tiger Cant see the vision hand on the bible Im a disciple, so Im forever ridin If you against me, youre my rival Its people waitin on my arrival If you miss a jet, its gon fly right by you My daughter told me daddy: I admire you Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Love will come back Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Waitin on my own, but I keep believin Love will come back Love will come back Love will come back Love will come back to you Chiraq, Chiraq Chiraq, Chiraq, I will come back Dont lie, dont lie Dont die, dont die, I will come back to you Ill Comeback to you Ill Comeback to you Chiraq, Chiraq Ill Comeback to you Chiraq, Chiraq Ill Comeback to you

Lets get it Catch up Catch up Huh Sosa baby GBE baby I just bought a whole store man I want some more This drink Im sippin´ mud-dy That is a not a four Girl that is my house That is not a store Girl them are balconies That is not a Porch Baby thats a Koenigsegg That is not a Porsche Girl thats for my me That is not your choice Girl thats my AR That is not no toy Girl I am a man I am not no boy This is house is a small it is not a large These niggas is frauds tuck your credit cards Baby that is horse hair that is not your real hair If that your real hair hit me with a steel chair Im landing so fucking hard put me in wheel chair I cant fell these cus only thing i feel is air Baby those are louis those right there are fendi I got so much money that right there is plenty Baby thats a speed boat that is not a jet ski Baby thats a full bag that shit is not empty

Zaytoven Woo Woo Woo, woo Woo, woo We pull up in Beamers and Benzes and Bentleys Car made in Italy, shirt made in Italy My bankroll it hold hundreds and fifties Smoking on Reggie and that shit is killin me If a nigga say he lookin for me, come get me Im supposed to be doin 55 while Im doin 150 Smokin on this sticky pack, bitch, what you lookin at? Young rich nigga and Im holdin on a milli

Sosa on the beat, bitch Sosa on the beat, man Gang, goin crazy foe Ayy Buh DP on the beat Turn me up, man Sosa on the beat Ayy, ayy, ayy Sipping on this Hennessy Sipping on Hennessy Sipping on all of this lean like I am from Tennessee He is not a friend to me That man is a frenemy All the dope, all the hoes, you know I got the most Also note, act a ho, flexin with all your poles I am sick with the shit You heard the song, you caught a cold She gets wet just like a Big body flop, yeah, Im Lebron They at your crib, your doorstep knockin Knock you out like Muhammad Ali Forgis crawling like a new-born Pull up to your stu and on your ho Blowing dope, fuck the honor roll Pull up on your ass and take your lean and pour a 4 I am making a shot like Joe Johnson Running through, its Tommy Jones Ice cream on my wrist, I swear I need an Alamo Doing 4 songs in an hour, shouts out to Big Glo They like Damn, whos that? Thats that Glo Boy, Lil Flash Walk up in the Glo mansion with twenty thou in my left Hop up out the Audi and Im ridin shit just like a I taught you how to finesse, man, call me Mr. Flip If hes asking for some smoke give him a pack of cigarettes Glo Gang flexin every day like were gettin rich I am gettin high just like a blunt, yeah, you know, Im off the shit You can never get this dope, its 500 for a pack All the dope, all the hoes, you know I got the most Also note, act a ho, flexin with all your poles I am sick with the shit You heard the song, you caught a cold She gets wet just like a Big body flop, yeah, Im Lebron They at your crib, your doorstep knockin Knock you out like Muhammad Ali Forgis crawling like a new-born Pull up to your stu and on your ho Blowing dope, fuck the honor roll Pull up on your ass and take your lean and pour a 4 Blood Gang Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang Sosa on the beat, man

She like the way i sing that beat no quarrel ok pass a hunch . all my nigga all my nigga Tatted like amigos Tatted like amigos Tatted like amigos Tatted like amigos All my nigga all my niggers Tatted like amigos Tatted like amigos . fuck niggers . bitches i don t need them I should charge thirty for a . she is feeling my pockets Bitch i got that meatloaf She like the way i sing that beat no quarrel ok pass a hunch . all my nigga all my nigga Tatted like amigos Tatted like amigos Tatted like amigos Tatted like amigos All my nigga all my niggers Tatted like amigos Tatted like amigos

I want the grizzle baby girl, I only want your face All the problems in the world, its right here on my waist I want the grizzle baby girl, I only want your face Forgis on my coupe, so tall it feel like outer space All the problems in the world, its right here on my waist Please do not get in my way or youll be on your way Do you count money or nah? Do you smoke dope? Oh yeah Bitch Im gon ball, catch me in mid air Swish swish swish Ima ball on you, bitch I just found out they hating My car mounted up, Im skating In New York, at Aces All this green, Im racist Bitch, I got them faces Louis Vuitton suitcases Getting massaged by asians I fucked that bitch and shes taken Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up Got fajita on me, I dare you to run up Like Weezy E, Ima grind til the sun up In the car, 300 on the dash, doing donuts I want the grizzle baby girl, I only want your face Forgis on my coupe, so tall it feel like outer space All the problems in the world, its right here on my waist Please do not get in my way or youll be on your way Do you count money or nah? Do you smoke dope? Oh yeah Bitch Im gon ball Catch me in mid air Swish, swish, swish Ima ball on you, bitch You gonna fuck me or nah? The answer probably yeah Six strippers in my house, money all in the air I can tell she wanna fuck me cause she playing all in my hair And I just ran through a hunnid sack, nah nigga, it’s just not fair Remember the young black rich nigga getting my chain swanged Lil Boat, lil top off, now but its still bang bang And Im still disrespecting, fuck up any couch like Im Rick James Finna pick that G Wagon red, that shit gon look like a fire flame Lil Boat I want the grizzle baby girl, I only want your face Forgis on my coupe, so tall it feel like outer space All the problems in the world, its right here on my waist Please do not get in my way or youll be on your way Do you count money or nah? Do you smoke dope? Oh yeah Bitch Im gon ball, catch me in mid air Swish, swish, swish Ima ball on you, bitch

Sosa, motherfucker Not Sammy Sosa, Chief Keef Sosa Sammy Sosa is white, Chief Keef is black Thats my nigga Shout out to his pretty little daughter Im glad that girl dont look like this nigga But Chief Keef get more bitches than me And Im hating on this nigga right now Fuck Chief Keef Ima fuck all your bitches and get em pregnant And Ill change my name, youll never find me ever again Ill get surgery Ill be lightskin with good hair, motherfuckers Shout out to 2 Chainz He got robbed, now he only got one chain Shout out to that nigga Drake Talkin bout bottom to the top Nigga, you grew up in a suburb With a swimming pool and a housekeeper You went from the top to the top, motherfucker I grew up from the bottom to the top I grew up in a dashiki from my grandfather I wore the same shoes from kindergarten to high school When that shit got too tight My father cut out the front and made that shit sandals Thats bottom to the top Shout out to that fat nigga Rick Ross Talkin bout, These niggas cant hold me back Nothing can hold you back You 400 pounds, motherfucker I know what you said Talkin bout you put a Molly in her drink, she didnt even know it I put a diet pill in your drink And you didnt even know it, motherfucker

Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy yoon yoon skrt skrt ayy ayy ayy gang ayy skrt dududuh ayy skuduskuh ayy ayy skrt Goin 149 in a 55, you might see me in the sky I be really high Foreign truck, bitch it aint nun basic Smoked the whole blunt bitch said why you facin ? Bitch you aint my brother, you cant hit my blunt Looking like that nigga and I feel like that Puffin flute, saxophone, clarinet Skinny jeans on tryna stop the racks Nigga we don’t love these bitches I ain’t goin out in public with these bitches She suck me, she suck you, ooh she vicious All these hoes be actin like bougie bitches These hoes cant drive that shit too ridiculous Somebody call rob, my watch too ridiculous Young nigga still on this road of richess This dumb nigga spend his cash on dope and bitches Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness No computer well break a nigga shit No computer well fix a nigga shit That go for black john tryna wrip a nigga shit Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin the peace Who you buying pills from? they serving bleach I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here In the V10 rollin like a wheelchair Brick ass nigga we got steel, fam Aye, 2 tone cubs, you might see me in Cuba Frozen cause my jewler Them ain’t VVS, you got yo necklace from a fooler Aye, they sold you that fooled ya My youngin nem with it blowin at the jewler Sippin a PT cruiser You know my shit fast, you think Im high we be cruising Aye, bitches jewlin on the jewlery Goin to school to be a doctor so I asked her can she cure me 700 horses call Polo Nigga we was lookin for you, nigga Marco polo Grandma say I be on too much ridiculousness No computer well break a nigga shit No computer well fix a nigga shit That go for black john tryna wrip a nigga shit Call Will, we finna hitch that nigga shit I named the truck Ludacris, disturbin the peace Who you buying pills from? they serving bleach I got a condo on my neck, who wanna live here? We done lost a couple soldiers but we still here In the V10 rollin like a wheelchair Brick ass nigga we got steel, fam New foreigns outside, they aint leased Nigga say he on his bag, he want me Trap house been in uncle Phil crib Nigga and my momma aint even livin here Stuntin on the commas on a steel chair Pushing old money with a wheelchair Call me Ballout baby, the pill bear On the tour bus and we hit a damn deer Fresh as hell and I aint goin in no summer tale Nigga dont get put on a obituary

Its Boat! Why this bitch so obsessed with taking all these trips? Same reason I’m so obsessed with makin money flip Im gon see if she fuckin’ and thats off the rip Im gon see how she suckin, I might leave a tip I dont miss when I aim, I go for the lips They say Boat, why you walk around like you hate us? Thats cause my shoulder hold a big chip Might be on the west side, chillin with them big crips Might be on the South side, with big bloods, woo-woo She want dime, yeah I bought two I need concierge under my roof I might let you spend the night under one rule Let me get up in your mouth and fill you She say she love my style, so cool Two pistols and a sword, look like Deadpool Dont shoot me, I’m the messenger Why this bitch so obsessed with taking all these trips? Same reason I’m so obsessed with makin money flip I’m gon see if she fuckin and thats off the rip Im gon see how she suckin’, I might leave a tip I dont miss when I aim, I go for the lips They say Boat, why you walk around like you hate us? Thats cause my shoulder hold a big chip Might be on the west side, chillin with them big crips Might be on the South side, with big bloods, woo-woo Shoot, hit him with the phantom I used to put my clothes on layaway She thirsty, get some gatorade These lil niggas need haterrade Dont play with me, go play with your bitch Yeah, I get cash but I need a airport outside Dont miss the jet Better hide like your boy right now You know we pull up Its a whole bunch of foreigns outside I know you like cars Dont act like you bored right now Why this bitch so obsessed with taking all these trips? Same reason Im so obsessed with makin money flip Im gon see if she fuckin and thats off the rip Im gon see how she suckin, I might leave a tip I dont miss when I aim, I go for the lips They say Boat, why you walk around like you hate us? Thats cause my shoulder hold a big chip Might be on the west side, chillin with them big crips Might be on the South side, with big bloods, woo-woo Yeah, baby girl why you lie to me? Why you look in my eyes and you doubted me? Is it for the million dollars and jewlery? Id be dead if youre serious Id be dead if you want it serious

LYRICS FROM SNIPPETS Metro Boomin you want some motherfucking more nigga ? Step full of alcohols, look at my jewels Aye, Im fresh as fuck, Im looking casual Cant walk with that bitch, why? Cause shes ran through All grands in Benjis, I dont fuck with semios Thots come gave my dog some sandals My dog get the bitches, yeah more than you You think its WWF how my chopper slam you You need a couple foreigns well I need a huncho I think my nine off the Xans and I aint talking Rondo I need me a hoe from Brazil, a hoe from Mexico I just passed the hoe some Kleenex, I wont bless a hoe Want a Grammy yeah yeah, bitch I get Reddit hoe Meet me at the Shell cause I dont fuck with Texaco

Everything, everything, everything, everything, bitch Bitch we need everything, we need, bitch we need everything Higher than an airplane, got me feelin like buyin everything We comin takin everything, every watch, every chain Pussy we need everything, bitch we need everything We need everything We need everything Spendin everything, wasnt givin everything Ears to the streets, we hearin everything They comin up the street, bro give em everything Big shout out to god, cause he gave me everything Im in my Glo, ain’t even got on everything She wanna know my last name She know a rich nigga need everything Sippin purple Wacky over everything Send a pack, you know I need everything Cameras on the lamb, we see everything Filet mignon, eatin everything Money over everything When we tuckin bitch, we got on every chain Forgiatos on all the cars She act crispy, but she a pornstar Im sippin lean at the tiddy bar Is dis a Sosa beat in nitty boy Two chains on titty boy They got me on 7-50 boy My wrist is real risky boy Everything, everything, everything Everything we do, we goin dumb This big ass gun, it got a drum You better run We aint for nun Everything we do, we thuggin out Niggas tryna fight, come slug out Nigga off the henn, he buggin out Hit him with the gin, Im runnin out Thats what you get for what you do for clout, and runnin out This nigga jumpin off his mouth, put him in the clouds There aint no lackin, boy we see everything We keep extra beam, boy we be on everything We goin up in the club, the ice on extra bling We threw about ten bands, that was extra cream The hoes wrestling on the floor, tryna get everthing Who the fuck you think I am? bitch we everything Bitches on the floor wrestling, tryna get everthing Bitches on the floor wrestling, tryna get everthing Who the fuck yall think yall is? bitch we everything Who the fuck yall think yall is? bitch we everything Higher than an airplane, got me feelin like buyin everything We comin takin everything, every watch, every chain Pussy we need everything, bitch we need everything We need everything We need everything

I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches I got a bitch in Puerto Rico, got a bitch in Canada Got a bitch in lil Mexico, so bad Im scared of her Got a bitch thats Philipino, got a native america And I swear that bitch so bad, she should be Ms.America I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches, I got bitches I got bitches, I got bitches

Im on the Yam smoking nothing but Jewels, with a bunch of bulls Jewels nigga, who the fuck is Jewels, that aint dope nigga Dope, thats a fuckin opp he got smoked nigga Run, yeah he tried, but couldnt duck from that pole nigga Now Dougo what I smoke nigga, thats what you get for claimin folks nigga They tried to take me out but I aint go, now Im smokin Dell & Dougo Now Im smokin Dell with Dougo, now Im mixin Dell with Dougo Tooka, Zeko, Posto, Imma smoke em Your crowd a bunch of brufords & you know it Nickel, forty, niner, Imma blow it Why you got a gun if you wont blow it You need to be talkin to the lord Prayin that you dont get caught lackin by my boys Cause bitch they 30d up Folly bitch, bitch we from Folly, come beef with us Heard you got a dirty block, we sweep it up OTF, Only The Family, eat with us Sneak dissin, keep it up Like Fredo, Im out the cut Bitch Im creepin up Opps lackin on the eight, sweet as fuck .223 go bananas, eat em up Yam where Im from nigga, where everybody totin guns nigga Gangbangin, yeah, we do this shit for fun nigga You cant hang, if you aint from where Im from nigga Yam or die shit, gang

I just poured a four of that lean dean Boy you dont sip Actavis, boy you on the dream team The only bitch I know is that nin nin And that bitch will clap at ya, that bitch want anything This earth got me looking like a ling ling Boy dont make me clap at you, Im with the red beam team The only thing I know is the green green Bitch Im Almighty So, bitch I be the kings king Its me and Chief Sosa sipping lean lean Boy you dont sip Actavis, you sip on that green green The Glo hot, shoot boys out here, burned by ning ding Try me Ima fuck you, me and my boys we the dream team Spot drops, pop flats, we the kings king If you on some tooka pack, bitch no you can not hold me This earth got me lookin like a bro lee Boy you should break brakeless , kick it with some clean team Clap tooka, Clap joseph, search me I only fuck with 99, I see you tryna cherish me Chief so these niggas lames, they cant fuckin hang with me And they got nothing to do, fuck with some clean sprite I just poured a four of that lean dean Boy you dont sip Actavis, boy you on the dream team The only bitch I know is that nin nin And that bitch will clap at ya, that bitch want anything This earth got me looking like a ling ling Boy dont make me clap at you, Im with the red beam team The only thing I know is the green green Bitch Im Almighty So, bitch I be the king king

Real niggas are in danger Cause that money never changed us Stacking by the milly, fuck all the remainder Keep the lawyer on retainer if you a gangster I ain’t gon’ eat her, but I’m gon’ bang her A few actresses, a few singers A few models, I got all of the new models Business is business, I live by that motto Smash out I ain’t gon’ linger Straight to the point, I float the boat to the hanger I do this for the sport Kick shit, hummer hummer, cross country runner Quarterback, I never fumble Natural born runner Finger on the banger, finger on the banger Finger on the banger, I keep my finger on the banger Finger on the banger, finger on the banger Finger on the banger, I keep my finger on the banger Walked in the bank, came out running Skrt skrt in my car, you would’ve thought I stole some money Head held high, mailman disguise I’m riding ‘round the Flats, popped like a popped tire Be cautious or you’ll be in trouble man Me and Rocko, winter bowl, or we see Miami Dolphins She wanna hang with the gang Rub off on her like some lotion I grab my AR, click clack, it’s in motion So much bud, Budweiser Man, I’m the energizer Bunny, call me Bugs Bunny, eh what’s up doc? If you selling dope, keep it on the low Put your hands to the ceiling, throw the money on the floor Finger on the banger, finger on the banger Finger on the banger, I keep my finger on the banger Finger on the banger, finger on the banger Finger on the banger, I keep my finger on the banger Finger on the banger, finger on the banger Finger on the banger, I keep my finger on the banger Finger on the banger, finger on the banger Finger on the banger, I keep my finger on the banger Finger on that bang, bang, bang Finger on that bang, bang, bang On that bang, bang, bang I keep my finger on that bang, bang, bang I keep my finger on that bang, bang, bang Keep my finger on that bang, bang, bang Keep my finger on that bang, bang, bang Keep my finger on that bang, bang, bang Keep my finger on that banger, banger Nigga all I make is bangers, bangers Get your bitch before I bang her, bang her Yeah, yeah Finger on the banger, finger on the banger Finger on the banger, I keep my finger on the banger Finger on the banger, finger on the banger Finger on the banger, I keep my finger on the banger

Lyrics from Snippet Rolled up in a , nigga, got them commas, nigga Dont make me beat your ass, you my son... Ayy, ayy Ayy

Fuck the law, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah Fuck The Law they got my Brodie locked Pull up on your shit, let off shots, now your Brodie shot Where his life at? he lost it for a fuckin Rollie watch Married to that Cinderella but I’m fuckin Goldilocks And I got a pound finna hit ‘em right now When they came got my shorties, I was holding them down If a opp on the corner, I was blowin him down Put his body in the backseat, Im rollin him round K got the fold stock, I was foldin him down And I know Aiki lurking, Im still rollin him round I got a Silencer on my stick so you won’t hear a sound Put a Potato on a revolver so you won’t hear the pound You a goofy ass lil boy you gotta stick say it loud Fill a nigga, pull up, just roll out, we gon spray him down Told the bitch you gotta go baby cause its played out If they lock me up for life, baby, Im breakin out Aye Fuck the law, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Fuck the law, yeah yeah

Zaytoven Only thing on my mind is to get bands Ben Franklin‚ thats a nigga friend Walked in lookin like a rich man Her friends wanna go, but she stayin Its big Bs on my jeans Heater in the back, get your ass steamed Pourin up the lean because Im a fiend I just the left bank with some fuckin cheese You know I always got somethin up my sleeve Bitch, Im tryna fuck, can you fuckin read? Spendin paper like I get it off a tree Pullin all-nighters, I can get it offa sleep Baby, you aint gotta wonder, you know I got that loaf Stay shittin off the cheese like Im lactose What these niggas be on, man, God knows My .9 up five docks, five-o I got walked in the cut , rollin up the skunk We come from the slums , now we live near the palms Trees in the blunt , torturing my lungs 2k for the shoes, youll have money if I stunt Only thing on my mind is to get bands Ben Franklin, thats a nigga friend Walked in lookin like a rich man Her friends wanna go, but she stayin Its big Bs on my jeans Heater in the back, get your ass steamed Pourin up the lean because Im a fiend I just the left bank with some fuckin cheese I just poured a six of the kickstand We only hit licks for them big bands Try to run up, Ima up, get your shit fanned Take a trip in Mia-ayo, catch a big tan I might put some diamonds in the wristband A quarter in my ear, thats a big spend Nigga, your ass runnin outta quicksand This lil bitch aint givin top, the bitch spend I might put some diamonds in the belt buckle And I go by, Pay me, fuck you She suck me and she says she love you Im in your city, bout to pull up to a zoo These white bitches crazy, they be snortin lines Penalize a nigga if he cross the line Cant wait to see my homies that did all the time Crib got so many rooms and they all is mine Only thing on my mind is to get bands Ben Franklin, thats a nigga friend Walked in lookin like a rich man Her friends wanna go, but she stayin Its big Bs on my jeans Heater in the back, get your ass steamed Pourin up the lean because Im a fiend I just the left bank with some fuckin cheese

This shit get wicked All of my guns expensive Nigga want smoke, lets get it If you want smoke, lets get it I got a spending addiction Your bitch smoked all my spinach Got a big ol bag, lets get it You say you smoking gas thats midget This shit get wicked All of my guns expensive Nigga want smoke, lets get it If you want smoke, lets get it I got a spending addiction Your bitch smoked all my spinach Got a big ol bag, lets get it You say you smoking gas thats midget Get wit it, all I do is mind my business Pop out when its time to handle buisness Macs tweaking, got a motherfucking Semi I paid bands for these motherfucking shoes 30K in my left pocket too Got a big bag of smoke, who want smoke? Preach to em just like the pope Beat hit him just like Metro Talking plug talk no Let me call up my sensei Blow a new pack call it big Got a Tommy on me nigga, like Goyard When the nigga ask, Camcoldheart Talking tough nigga you aint got no heart Got a million cash stuffed in my Goyard This shit get wicked All of my guns expensive Nigga want smoke, lets get it If you want smoke, lets get it I got a spending addiction Your bitch smoked all my spinach Got a big ol bag, lets get it You say you smoking gas thats midget This shit get wicked All of my guns expensive Nigga want smoke, lets get it If you want smoke, lets get it I got a spending addiction Your bitch smoked all my spinach Got a big ol bag, lets get it You say you smoking gas thats midget Aye, says she wanna fuck, lets get it Say she got a man, I get it You know I get the money by the minute Im in a Lamborghini Bitch I aint renting a minute Hot like a jam, we aint scanning no tickets Kanye baby girl, look golddigger, aye Lets get it, lets get it, lets get it You can see me riding in that Bentley Got magazines for bad business Like bankrolls girl, Im riding around wit it Send some more just in case they dont get it Ride around wit a hundred, but the bank wont get it think I get it yea-yeah This shit get wicked All of my guns expensive Nigga want smoke, lets get it If you want smoke, lets get it I got a spending addiction Your bitch smoked all my spinach Got a big ol bag, lets get it You say you smoking gas thats midget This shit get wicked All of my guns expensive Nigga want smoke, lets get it If you want smoke, lets get it I got a spending addiction Your bitch smoked all my spinach Got a big ol bag, lets get it You say you smoking gas thats midget

Real quick, real quick, can you do that real quick? Real quick ayy, real quick ayy, real quick ayy ayy, real quick Real quick, real quick, real quick, real quick ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Shoot the pistol real quick Pour the sizzle real quick Spin the fizzle real quick Hit his bizzle real quick Make it fizzle it real quick Make it sizzle real quick I hit up shine real quick My own brother lost some shit, he hit up busy real quick Let me fix it real quick My lil shawty got the perks thatll make you itchy rеal quick I dont do that stupid shit I smoke a blizzy real quick Tote thе sizzy real quick With a crooked lil bitch She let me hit it real quick So I fizz it real quick Bought a glizzy real quick Ill send it real quick, Ill be itching real quick Dump the extended real quick It be pending real quick, imma hit you real quick Real quick cash all a nigga need Real quick bitches all a nigga see Real quick cars all a nigga speed Quick ball shoes on a nigga feet Real quick tools all my niggas squeeze Real quick coupe hella energy Start it up, she say aint see a key Muzzle vroom vroom vroom vroom like a TNT And this bitch came with a guarantee Real quick car going 200 bout to catch a felony Now Im in a lamb but I was on the Lam It could be going up in a party, real quick it could be going down Bend her real quick and then I tor it down Hopped on a real quick flight hit a bag like im in Florida now Sunny real quick but now its pouring down Finesse the plug real quick Newport I had to short him down Every two days I smoke a quarter pound Shoot a nigga life, lingerie real quick we gon have to sort em out

Niggas fufu as fuck, as fuck, as fuck Get Doowop out the cut, gun up, light up Bang, yous a lil boy As fuck, as fuck Glo up, bang Gun up, light up Niggas fufu as fuck, as fuck, as fuck Get Doowop out the cut, gun up, light up Yous a lil boy, glo up, light up Got my .30 on my side if a nigga try to take my stuff Im shooting out, straight up, straight up, straight up Niggas know we aint selling, ask then its straight up I got this .40 on me and Ima end this bitch straight up And if you know me know this shit aint made up Straight up Straight up Cant fuck with dem niggas cause dem niggas aint straight up Niggas ask if Im OBlock, I say straight up Posted with dem Glocks and .30s, boy, come make it spray up Straight up, straight up, straight up Stop all that flexing, boy, you aint getting paper Yo ass stealing out, fool, but you say you doing K bucks And Im still smoking dope even though Im on Niggas fufu as fuck, as fuck, as fuck Get Doowop out the cut, gun up, light up Yous a lil boy, glo up, light up Got my .30 on my side if a nigga try to take my stuff Im shooting out, straight up, straight up, straight up Niggas know we aint selling, ask then its straight up I got this .40 on me and Ima end this bitch straight up And if you know me know this shit aint made up Straight up

All these niggas opps, they be fuckin with them opps Brick ass niggas, we got bricks over here, BassKids What up All these niggas opps glo gang, they be fuckinwith them opps glo gang, thats why I dont fuck with niggas here and there x2 All these niggas opps, they be fuckin with them opps Thats why I dont trust niggas, thats why I dont fuck with niggas Damn what these niggas coming for Man what these niggas coming for What these niggas coming for x

Yeah bitch, Im back Terintino Gang where yo jocks at nigga? I got my sig on me right now Yeah bitch the Grim Reaper Smoking on this Tooka pack this shit got me tweakin If a nigga talking crazy Imma up fajita Keep walkin back and forth lookin out for people I cant serve you boy you look suspect like them people If he holdin weight then his ass got faneto Me and Tadoe off the molly ride AMG hoe All black Forgis mounted up you know how we Glo Where the fuck my money yeah you owe me couple hunchos Hop out 18 niggas at yo motherfucking front door Im all about my cheese I need my motherfucking nachos Finna fly my Mama to Cali and put her ass in a condo Remember posted on the block smokin Tooka up in bandos Now just to show my face you better up them damn hunchos Now Im poppin out flexin walkin round with bout 3 hoes She know I dont trick off she cant get none of my hunchos All white Audi truck mounted on Villanos She wanna go out to eat I took that bitch Volcanoes My chain like a freezer and my watch like a Glo Show Serve yo ass through the window, you look like the po po Yeah bitch the Grim Reaper Smoking on this Tooka pack this shit got me tweakin If a nigga talking crazy Imma up fajita Keep walkin back and forth lookin out for people I cant serve you boy you look suspect like them people If he holdin weight then his ass got faneto Me and Tadoe off the molly ride AMG hoe All black Forgis mounted up you know how we Glo Bitch my pockets on sumo Bitch Im flexing Hulk Hogan riding in that 2-door And Im riding in that you know But I dont know the name I just know it got 2 doors Yeah bitch im Kobe 24 I be overflexing bitch look I be too glowed I aint lackin I got 2 poles If you run up on me you gon feel all typa hollows On the E-way bitch Im flexing in that Jumbo Im with my killers we gon leave you in the jungle And if you over tax the gang we gon rob you Thinkin that this shit a game we gon clap you Yeah bitch the Grim Reaper Smoking on this Tooka pack this shit got me tweakin If a nigga talking crazy Imma up fajita Keep walkin back and forth lookin out for people I cant serve you boy you look suspect like them people If he holdin weight then his ass got faneto Me and Tadoe off the molly ride AMG hoe All black Forgis mounted up you know how we Glo

I just hit that pack call, got me waitin on it to land When it land, Ima just pass it out and turn up the whole clan Dont get high and try to come spin on us Cause bitch, youll never land I know that they think that shit there over, bitch, it just began Nah, Im not my father, I wont run away Right here on all ten I signed up for this shit, bitch, Im all in I do what I want, you do what you can I know I just prayed, Im still gon sin Reload the clip, back in the wind He a victim, he got gunned down Im not Lil Moby, I got a different sound The Glock make different sounds It go Now everybody gettin down, now everybody gettin down You know this lеad hot And the only reason you talking crazy is cause thе feds hot That bag pricey, you a walkin dead guy Ayy, stay with me, gotta have a 100K to play wit me Now your mama washin cars to bury you cause you wanted beef You aint no Blood, you just wanna be Im the one you dont wanna see I just hit that pack call, got me waitin on it to land When it land, Ima just pass it out and turn up the whole clan Dont get high and try to come spin on us Cause bitch, youll never land I know that they think that shit there over, bitch, it just began Nah, Im not my father, I wont run away Right here on all ten I signed up for this shit, bitch, Im all in I do what I want, you do what you can I know I just prayed, Im still gon sin Reload the clip, back in the wind Woke up on the pill, walkin dead man Something in my pocket leave you lookin like a redskin She wont fuck, I wore that out like Souljas Gucci headband Tell my teacher Suck my dick!, I got rich as a freshman Chief Sosa stuck his leg in first, then stuck his head in Way I fuck that sack, I think Im tryna get her pregnant I just left Mercedes, bought a 6x6 for Legend Cashed out on a sports car, I shoulda used my credit I can read a nigga like a mothafuckin essay Im so fuckin tatted I should prolly hang with éses Up my gun, give you one-two one-two like we testin One, two, three, lil pussy nigga buncha shit can happen I just hit that pack call, got me waitin on it to land When it land, Ima just pass it out and turn up the whole clan Dont get high and try to come spin on us Cause bitch, youll never land I know that they think that shit there over, bitch, it just began Nah, Im not my father, I wont run away Right here on all ten I signed up for this shit, bitch, Im all in I do what I want, you do what you can I know I just prayed, Im still gon sin Reload the clip, back in the wind

Sick and tired of this player hatin niggas trying to hate on my nigga He is doing big things Motherfucker got a damn twelve years old And he got a baby already He doing big shit, motherfucker Hes going to be the youngest grandfather in the world But thats my nigga With his fucked up eyes and dreadlocks lookin like RG2 Thats not about me Its about this fuckin bangin-ass music youre about to listen to right now So get jiggy with this shit, you punk bitches All these niggas trying to hate on this nigga from the Chi-Town This nigga Chief Keef is shittin on everybody But before the mixtape come out he might be the fuck back in jail Dont go to jail, motherfucker But if you go to jail, dont drop the soap