Anybody (feat. Lil Duke & Gunna) - Lil Keed

(Redemption for the kid and narc-) I been tourin', can't get to me They can't get to me (Narcos) They can't get to me because I'm up right now They can't get to me because I'm up Flyer than a motherfuckin' pirate We been on the jets, we flyin' private I just touched down in LA today, in New York tomorrow Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow Ever since I was a youngin', I been chasin' every dollar Count up them blue hunnids, we ain't got no money problems I'm tryna stack up and get it, I went from rags to riches I blow the bag in Lenox, I heard your Jag was rented I know you mad, admit it (you mad), jump in that Lam' and hit it When I put that shit on I be drippin', I fuck the baddest bitches Bend that shit over, let me hit from the back (yo) She got some good head, I'ma send her to Saks (yo) Bitch I'ma dog n' I'm killin' a cat (yo) And I'ma slime, bitch, you better free Yak You niggas don't talk, boy you better relax I make a call, get you beat with a bat Get yo' shit popped like the top of a net (pop) I got the cheese and you niggas is whack They can't get to me because I'm up right now They can't get to me because I'm up Flyer than a motherfuckin' pirate We been on the jets, we flyin' private I just touched down in LA today, in New York tomorrow Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow Ever since I was a youngin', I been chasin' every dollar Count up them bluehunnids, we ain't got no money problems And I left the hood broke, came back in a Murciélago (skrrt!) I might fuck on yo' daughter, I used to ride on Márta Bitch know I'm a player, I coach the team like Coach Carter (don't you tryna) She tried to take me to Maury, no, bitch I'm not the father (I'm not) All of these bitches, they know that we get it Takin' them private flights city to city The shit that they doin', we already did it Never been losin', we already winnin' (already winnin') Coupe fully loaded, it's already tinted (couple fully loaded) Pulled off the lot, leave the top with the dealer I'm not a rapper, bitch, I am a dealer They can't get to me 'cause I'm in the middle They can't get to me because I'm up right now They can't get to me because I'm up Flyer than a motherfuckin' pirate We been on the jets, we flyin' private I just touched down in LA today, in New York tomorrow Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow Ever since I was a youngin', I been chasin' every dollar Count up them blue hunnids, we ain't got no money problems We ain't got no money problems (no, no), we ain't got no money problems (no, no) I told 'em, "Put me in the game, coach, I'ma starter" (I'ma start) And if she actin' like she need me, I'ma starve her (can't wait to starve her) Remember days ridin' on MARTA Now we flyin' private jets to different cities And I keep a bad bitch with me 2 Chainz everywhere like Tity, I done growed up Bad bitches askin' where the weed, it's time to roll up They can't get to me because I'm up right now They can't get to me because I'm up Flyer than a motherfuckin' pirate We been on the jets, we flyin' private I just touched down in LA today, in New York tomorrow Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow Ever since I was a youngin', I been chasin' every dollar Count up them blue hunnids, we ain't got no money problems

Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy I can't inside if I can't take my gun All these bitches screaming they know I'm the one I will kill one of these fuck niggas for fun Duke my dog he wit me like muhfuckin hunts All my niggas wit me we gone run it up Use to be broke now we in them Bentley trucks I'm just trying to get money and live it up Keep my name out yo mouth if you don't make enough Oh, I'm tryna go gold And my boy shoot like a solider You will get clapped like magnolia You didn't know Why the fuck you a have a note Check my clothes No I can't tell you the sto' Bankroll bankroll bankroll bankroll I did a 40 for a show I did a 40 need some mo Need perks need mo' You on a xan you need some mo I just wanna sip lean till I'm on the floor sleep, eyes closed Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy Use to be running and ducking on cops Trap In the spot you can run up a block Money over bitches don't need no thot Heard he was talking crazy point him out Duke the blue devil done ran up a knock Imma grinding till I hit the top Remember them days I was on the block Imma keep goin and they just want my spot Stay in my lane and I gotta keep goin Uno he wit me not shooting for fun Lil nigga but my pockets on Pun Diamonds they shining they don't I don't need no sun Pull up and hop out them niggas start running Flipping and turning that money like laundry Get off yo ass and go get you some money Run that shit up and you can't trust nobody Ride me like a Yamaha, yea Dunk right on his hoe, yea Tommy hawk, yea And I'm having swag, yea Buy it off me Oooh buss right at his head put him in a coffin Whoa, Cali tree I hardly am coffin Oooh I remember back when I had lost it All, came back like a fucking zombie Ya, soak that in like a fucking spongy

Cook that shit up Quay I'm getting paid Cartier glasses they sit on my face I ain't throwin shade I'm getting money, I ain't in the way I stay out the way Free all my dogs so they get out the cage I'm having my way Running through hundreds and millions a day They know not to play Yeah I'm the one you can see on my face A mil in my safe Everywhere I go I'm keepin' the K I'm getting paid Cartier glasses they sit on my face I ain't throwin shade I'm getting money, I ain't in the way We just be balling like Odell I got your hoe on my coat tail She in her feeling but oh well We got 'em pants from wholesale Running through thots in the hotel I give her couple a hunnid, her totin' it Only time I'm on crowded boats yeah They can't kick back and say there ain't nos mell I was sitting in jail with no bail I was sitting in prison getting no mail My nigga switching up on me but I don't care They got jack shit I know that he won't tell ZO6 Vette, ridin' the fast lane, hookin' on real I'm on that red Pourin' it up with much disrespect Forgiatos on my cars now I been fuckin' round with the stars now 5 stars for my lineup Give these nigga a chance but they time us Switch the hustle, I did get the grind up In the spot hundred dollars the lineup Only big homie niggas can line us Stickin' dick in this bitch 'cause she fine as fuck I'm getting paid Cartier glasses they sit on my face I ain't throwin shade I'm getting money, I ain't in the way I stay out the way Free all my dogs so they get out the cage I'm having my way Running through hundreds and millions a day They know not to play Yeah I'm the one you can see on my face A mil in my safe Everywhere I go I keep me a K I'm getting paid Cartier glasses they sit on my face I ain't throwin shade I'm getting money, I ain't in the way I can't stop the money keep calling VVS on my collar Caught a body trying to dead The way she suckin' she a head thot Diggin' in I got her legs locked Super trendy got Chanel stockings I ain't never had to fantasize What you say we come and change the climate? Rode with twenty thousand one out of Onyx I swear the ring, the chain, watch, I be on it I got shooters in the trunk right behind me I got spots like a cheetah won't find me Young Gunna fell in love with these diamonds Fashion God only rocking the finest I done told you the crew almighty It's overtime I just gotta remind you If you my dog I gotta ride with you I got you dog on whatever the issue Free my dogs out of prison I miss you Fuck the laws and whoever against you Know the plug I don't go through the middle Showing love it could all be so simple I'm a giant remember I used to be little Getting paid, I don't need no credentials I'm getting paid Cartier glasses they sit on my face I ain't throwin shade I'm getting money, I ain't in the way I stay out the way Free all my dogs 'til they get out the cage I'm having my way Running through hundreds and millions a day They know not to play Yeah I'm the one you can see on my face A mil in my safe Everywhere I got I', keeping a K I'm getting paid Cartier glasses they sit on my face I ain't throwin shade I'm getting money, I ain't in the way

Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin', "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt) You know I stay with keys, my pockets stuffed with garlic naans (racks) My bro don't know how to read but he still know how to weigh a block (block) Throw shots at me on the 'Gram but real Gs never stir the pot My opps stay on they live, only person watchin' is the cops (stupid) I don't pay attention to petty shit Better tell 'em get off the porch I'll get your granny hit (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Poppers and chops for nothin', don't be next on the list (yeah) My shooter come back, he might be next if he say he miss When we say we ride 'round with them sticks, we ain't talkin' wood (yeah) Why do I take these Percs? 'Cause they make me feel good (good) Can't ignore these threats, even though I know I should (should) No 2Pac, get two shots tryna play me like Suge Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin' "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards (slatt, slatt) And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt) We comin' straight out Atlanta (Atlanta) I pour that mud in the Fanta (lean) Born with a whole lot of manners (manners) I'm fuckin' on Dirty Diana (Diana) Can't walk in my shoes, you don't know what it take Run with the real, I can spot out the fake I'm knowin' that all the real niggas relate They started hatin' when I came out the gate Sticks with me and I'm totin' them sticks Fuck nigga mad 'cause I fucked on his bitch Came out the mud and they hate I got rich Kept it too solid, I'm bangin' that six Gave him a knot, got lil' buddy 'nem hit Now I wake up, eat the shrimp with the grits Never, can not fall in love with no thot I get a kick out lettin' my buddy 'nem hit Been had the vision, now I'm on a mission I love all my niggas, we live so relentless Boss when we hoppin' out Maybachs and Bentleys I got me some top and put dick in her kidneys She told me I was the realest to hit it I hop in a Lambo', go handle my business (skrrt) I just been tourin', been gone for a minute She don't complain 'cause she know I been gettin' it Why would I buy a Ghost if there's a Phantom? (Yeah) You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I don't understand you (nah) Got Amiri jeans, they ripped up with bandanas (yeah) Got gorillas goin' apeshit with bananas (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew) Got jewels like Dipset screamin' "Free Santana" (Free Santana) Got class, I don't fuck with bitches with no manners (yeah) Got carat cut diamonds in the piece, I upped my standards And you know I stay with my slime when I'm in Atlanta (slatt)

Talk to 'em! (Woo) I don't even know the bitch (know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed We fuckin' on the low now (low now) Rockin' all these shows (shows, oh) Trap house get them lows out (lows out) Too high geeked, I dozed off I'm thе one that they chose now (chosе now) Everything I post, goes now (goes now) I'm stackin' it up for that rose now (rose now) We takin' chances, don't need no advance (need no advance) Daddy went and died, had pounds in the pantry (pounds in the pantry) I need a blunt, had a bitch with no panties (bitch with no panties) She hid the clip, boy, as soon as I'm landing (soon as I'm landing) Talkin' 'bout me but they ain't know my style (my style) Came from the bottom like what is the while? I really don't give a fuck where he from (he from) You told him, "Stick with them drums" Baby girl, you know you nice (know you nice) Came out the slum and I earned all my stripes (earned all my stripes) What I'm tryin' say is that we fuckin' tonight (fuckin' tonight) Niggas be hatin', they can't live my life (can't live my life) I been too bad, I might make her my wife (make her my wife) He in all black like a thief in the night (thief in the night) Everyday with me, she wantin' to pipe (wantin' to pipe) She say I hit it, that bitch was a lie Talk to 'em! (Woo) I don't even know the bitch (know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed Put it down, baby, dance on the D, yeah (yeah) Need a bih 'bout it, yeah, this the V-12 Say your ex is a lame and he tryna keep up in the club and he fucked up in real Put my heart on my sleeve when I vibe with you (vibe) Glasses on, only eyes for you (the eyes) Buy you Prada 'cause I'm proud of you (proud) Put my pride to the side for you Be aggressive when I'm inside of you Na-na, we ain't takin' no L's (na-na) In Atlanta, we matchin' Chanel Double drank for this cash in the bail Give you my heart but I cannot chill Give you my heart but I cannot chill I got issues and I know it, baby Know I'm the future, feel like Rocky and you know it, baby 'Cause she know me and Duke, we was in the booth, red light, I'm elevated Watch how you pour my cup, lately I been goin' through things Talk to 'em! (Woo, yeah) I don't even know the bitch (I don't even know nothin') These niggas talkin' 'bout about the bankroll, ain't even show the shit, oh (show nothin') Ridin' with a heater, my fuckin' world is cold and shit (cold) Y'all niggas just be pillow talkin' to these hoes, you breaking the code and shit I'm just gettin' older (older) and wiser (wiser) Rollin' with the Airforce on tires (skrr, skrr) And I'm just rollin', rollin', rollin' She gon' keep it on the low like Otis We ain't tryna get her noticed

Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Earl on the beat Woo You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Shit, I just fucked this hoe, she couldn't even take it Now she blowin' up my phone, that hoe so crazy XO drip on me, kid, we can Bape it I'm prestigious with this shit, I get creative, I got cadence They keep leashes on they bitch They know I sent that bitch some players Rockin' Fear Of God and Dior, you keep your belt (Yea, keep that shit) Everything Gucci, ya dig? (woo) She wanna Gucci her heels Yeah, she a modeling bitch Lean in baby bottle You thought we was some toddlers and shit I got some twos and fews Just for a swallowin' bitch I need to own the place (what?) 'Cause I throw the most dollars, lil' bitch (weah) Real big dawg shit, go get a collar, lil' bitch, yeah, hey-hey Screamin' in that Lamb' with a chop, ayy-ayy Spent the backend with Avianne, okay (woo, woo) Yeah, we spin your block in a Gucci mask, okay Copped the plain Amiri for the rain, okay (Woo) (Talk to 'em) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) Yeah, Hood Baby Ain't fearin' no nigga (Earl on the beat) Watch who you trust, man 'Cause these niggas got sticky fingers (let's go) Fucked that bitch, I'll never see a ring finger She suck my dick 'til my toes curl, I feel a real tingle Money in these pockets These pockets, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin Respect I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh yeah) I'm fly as fuck soarin' through it, I ain't talking no eagle (yeah) Catch a hoe and snatch her up, my mood on jeepers creepers So much flaws, shit, help me, I can't even look at people Ayy, yeah, my bitch know I'm a whole cheater Yeah, I ran this shit up just like a whole cheetah (yeah) Hey, big shoes like I'm old people (yeah) I ride with pole-keepers (yeah, yeah) Yeah, watch what you do or you say, you on pins and needles Shit, watch how the hood act when you get real millions And you better keep them racks or you ain't gon' see them people 'Round you (yeah) You get dripped or you get drowned, homie Mini Draco, I just put a fifty round on it Coolin' kit, silencer, damn, ain't no sound on it Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh-woah I just been shinin' in rose gold We in the street like hobos I'm having boogers, no coke nose These niggas sweeter than high and low Can't havin' hands, he beatin' the bowl Playin' the cards that was dealt to me (wavy) Livin' the life that we chose, yeah, yeah (wavy) Yeah, I got up with a slut, she so (wavy) Chanel belt hold that Fendi up, I'm so (wavy) King Tut, I'm the real prince slime, I'm so (wavy) Hope you niggas can put it on with these clothes, we get (wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy) (Wavy)