Aww Shit!" Lookin' too fly walkin' to the bar Niggas wanna stop, askin' who I are Hands on my waist tryna find out If I'm gonna flip off of one drink and can he get down I'm a rock hip-hop pop star Can't check out the door in a fast car Never run from nothin' when I come thru Roll with the realest that can take out your whole crew (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit! I don't like to dance to a slow song You too close and I can't get my groove on Drop a beat and let a girl feel somethin' I'm so gutter, watch me two-step to somethin' Tippy-toes tip and make a mean walk I ain't tryna listen to your big talk High off my drink for the third time Boy, come and get it Watch me make these niggas fall in line (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit! 'Bout to head to the hills 'fore I pass out Get my coat from the check 'fore I spaz out Pull my whip to the front and I jump in Catch a look comin' from the niggas in the black Benz Red light and now they tryna hop in (Remember when I was in school, I was your boyfriend) Got the tint so we never entertain those Hungry-ass groupies on the phone like they got hoes (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit! Now I'm feelin' m'm, m'm good Eyes filled up with the bloodshots Look like a lay-up with the legs out Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm all gone Keep, keep talkin' Keep, keep talkin' Keep, keep talkin' Keep, keep talkin' Who's this man who's not star? Yet you wondering who I are On track with rock hip-hop star, the pop star Who the man behind hot bars? Smoke, I'm soon to be popular Now, where he from? Is it my city, your city? All you need to know, I come from a dope city Never shoot the boys, still keep the dope Bentley Text to the cush with a chase of the Henny And when I'm lookin' for a freak, really picky-picky And if it smell icky, tell her pull up her Vickie's But if it smell alright, I might do the licky-licky Let you suck on my neck but, please, no hickie-hickies (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! (Hicky-Hicky-Hicky) Aww shit! I can make a whole song talk shit!

Uh, yeah yeah Stats lookin' like Wilt in '62, uh, yo Never waste my energy on groupies (Never) Especially when the Lambo coupe only comes with two seats (Two-seater) Always on some braggadocio shit, yeah this the new me Posted in the cut with Ro, bitches yell out Myron like he Uzi Tell a hoe that we can touch down like Drew Brees Fuck the cancel culture, getting canceled You don't like what I say then sue me Haters acting like they knew me 'Cause the whole team profit, hit the bank like we hooping (Swish) You think you hot shit nah, who the fuck you fooling You step and Ima have to turn to Colonel Sanders Hit 'em with the two-piece (Soop, soop) uh And like always, business is booming So many shoe boxes in my whip, you would think that I'm moving And all the backstabbers who be betting on me losing Be the same motherfuckers that hit me like "what it do, king" uh (Muthafuckaz) Ride around in a busted up hooptie Crash into your crib and leave a note signed by yours truly, uh I'm in my zone, I'm feeling right at home You stressing over hoes, I'm focused on the dough, uh You know it's poppin' if it comes from us, ayo Roll it up I'm chiefin' 'til the sun come up, uh Y'all best know just who the boss is Step up to the ring they be like aww shit Y'all best know just who the boss is Step up to the ring they be like aww shit Boto Bangaz 'til my death, my crew my gang gang Y'all expecting good results yet you do the same things Shawty ride with you to get to me, so who to blame, mayn Yeah she only comes around to get this Utu Bang Bang, uh We getting rowdy, I'm a local kine haole Tryna put in work to hook all the islands in like Maui Beat ya ass like Ronda Rousey Pack a blunt with Maui Wowey Got this room looking cloudy Fit looking clean, no Downy You got some nerve to think if you run your mouth I won't be mad Best believe the homies ain't gon hold me back It took one look, and I could tell that you a phony man Told ya fam they should start streaming 'Cause they your "Only Fans" Get bread like a baker, man I'm storming through your village There's no hope for you to save your clan Yo we In This Thang, yo crew split like Raider Klan Smoking on Celtics green You sticking with the Reggie like a Pacers fan I'm in my zone, I'm feeling right at home You stressing over hoes, I'm focused on the dough, uh You know it's poppin' if it comes from us, ayo Roll it up I'm chiefin' 'til the sun come up, uh Y'all best know just who the boss is Step up to the ring they be like aww shit Y'all best know just who the boss is Step up to the ring they be like aww shit

You couldn't possibly know how much you meant to me You couldn't honestly look inside my Tarot You couldn't possibly find it in your heart to forgive me You are the savage sun and scarecrow And time goes by And you've got a lot to learn in your life And the heart's not inside And I've got to find the one that's just right You offer all amends in hopes of saving me You never imagined I could be strong without you You offer me a branch of peace that bleeds through The thorns that welcomed me now speak truth And time goes by And you've got a lot to learn in your life And the heart's not inside And I've got to find the one that's just right And time goes by And you've got a lot to learn in your life And the heart's not inside And I've got to find the one that's just right Find the one that's just right I am the Tin Man I am the Tin Man I am the Tin Man I am the Tin Man I am the Tin Man I am the Tin Man

I won't change, trap hard Turn a quarter ounce to a whole thing Ain't no shame with my game Young nigga take a loss and don't complain Street nigga, Glock-9, Tec-9 Keep with us, beef with us My squad a bunch of lions in the jungle Fuck nigga can't eat with us Got dope, coke, kush, dro, for the low Need somethin'? Let me know I'm out of town in the stu' Still trappin', fuck nigga just called broke Let's make it happen, callin' plays, young Madden Most wanted, Bin Laden Young niggas come through Try to run, red dot, real master Got foreign cars, foreign clothes, foreign hoes Extended clips, foreign poles Real shit, real hittas, doin' hits Murk niggas, never told Got a 50 shot Glock .40 with a drum Hop out, nigga run Niggas know where I stay I ain't worried about shit, let 'em come Got Mac-10s, ARs, AKs, FNs, my best friend I keep a gun, sleep with guns Dumb nigga, try your luck, step in Fully auto, double trigger, tappin' ones Hollow tips catch ten It's my ambitions as a rider (my ambitions as a rider) My ambitions as a rider (my ambitions as a rider) My ambitions as a rider (my ambitions as a rider) My ambitions as a rider, don't get fired up (don't get fired up) I pull up with Lil G, and G Slim, and Lil Squeak Slide down on Lamron, Lil Reese throwin' up two threes Young boss with the two T's I stay countin' that blue cheese Niggas said they gon' do me So I ride around with a few heats Been paranoid for like two weeks In the van with that .223 Spent 30k on my neck bitch Try to rob me? Gotta shoot me Don't fuck around with no rap niggas I post up with them crack dealers Young niggas that jack niggas And ride around and whack niggas Still bumpin' that Illmatic in traffic Glock-20 that's still in plastic Thick bitch, she real rachet I'mma still smash it Got all eyes on me Niggas act like they know me Bibby, I'm a young OG I don't fuck with no police No we don't play them games nigga We don't fuck with no lames nigga Sit your five dollar ass down before I make change nigga You lookin' just like a stain nigga It's my ambitions as a rider (my ambitions as a rider) My ambitions as a rider (my ambitions as a rider) My ambitions as a rider (my ambitions as a rider) My ambitions as a rider, don't get fired up (don't get fired up) X2

I be pulled up, parking lot stunting, boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy Nigga we ain't worried bout nothing, boy Everybody with me getting money I pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy Nigga we ain't worried bout nothing, boy Everybody with me getting money I'm a boss stacking all this money My safe stay full of new hundreds My trap house still doing numbers Show you how to turn nothing into something I pull up to the scene, they like "Bibby what you on?" Got the chrome, one up in the dome, play I'll get you gone Money on my phone, so I told that bitch hold on Put the business first, then see what the hoes on Young nigga stunting, walking round with this gold on I would flood the block but I ain't tryna get told on Niggas dissing, acting like some women Hey but we ain't really tripping cause we got some pots to piss in nigga Pulled up, parking lot stunting, boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy Nigga we ain't worried bout nothing, boy Everybody with me getting money I pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy Nigga we ain't worried bout nothing, boy Everybody with me getting money When we pull up as the shit and go get your bitch's attention She wishing her and my dick could have a head on collision My guarder number one, we be bumming in your direction They get permission from me, they gon' turn her with no ignition King, double Styrofoam for the lean Carpet 15, 30 grand in my jeans And when I'm seen on the scene, it's obscene And a vert so clean, half a million dollar chain Ask that ho who run it, they go yelling out our name Hustle Gang bang green bitch, all we know is bank rolls Get dough when the bank close, and there ain't no Stopping, our feet kicked up where you can't go They can't paint no picture no clearer Fuck with us, wreak havoc, bring terror No there ain't no nigga like us in your city Pulling up, sucker like no he motherfucking didn't Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy Nigga we ain't worried bout nothing, boy Everybody with me getting money I pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy Nigga we ain't worried bout nothing, boy Everybody with me getting money, boy Grind so hard I ain't slept in four days Niggas hating on the bench, they don't get no play Haters gon hate, everything OK Young nigga from the streets getting money both ways And we get that straight drop shit, straight from the tropics Then I rerock it, to double up them profits Catch me on E block, now I'm with the D cop Word around town Lil Bibby got the streets locked Niggas mean mugging, so I got the heat cocked Wheat timbs nigga, we don't do the Reebok My young boys on bullshit, boy Just watch, I'll show you how to do this shit, boy Pulled up, parking lot stunt, boy Thousand dollar jeans full of hundreds, boy Nigga we ain't worried bout nothing, boy Everybody with me getting money

Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch And we got them things in this bitch, things in this bitch But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch And we got them things in this bitch, things in this bitch No you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch You get changed in this bitch, gang in this bitch All of my young niggas savage All of my young niggas trapping None of my bitches is average I spit that heat I'm a dragon I see the green like the Packers I ball like the Raptors you niggas some actors You swear that you diggin' a fashion These niggas hate with a passion They see the way we be cashin' Mason Margiela so nasty They know what I keep on my feet G-Fazos don't even ask me Just met a bitch and she sackin' I think that her name was Ashley When is your new tape gone drop? She pissin' me off steady askin' I be in the hood and the booth I hit up the trap and my shows That's why my suitbox full of rolls That's why I ain't trippin' on hoes Still spend a stack on my clothes And we on MTV And we still clappin' these poles Never come back with your soul Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch, you know how we rockin' 32 shots and we Glockin' Me and big bucks pull up and we fuck off the profit They hatin' if they know the streets poppin' Hundreds, we been gettin' those Forgiato rims been spinnin' those Young nigga just tryna get to a check I ain't chasin' no pussy, I been gettin' hoes I only smoke out of pillows at oats 1800, a fifth of my clothes Alexander McQueen all black But I don't shit with them O's You know (?) been EBK, so I don't do shit by the code And don't give a fuck who won't smoke I eat, sleep, and shit with my pole And right now I'm back in Chiraq Niggas say they wanna rob me You think you gonna reach for my jewelry? You can have it, I hope you let God see All these 150 demons with me 40's, nickles, and ninas with me And they slidin' the stainless for me Red tape on the scene and repeat Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch Bitch I'm lit Check my fit Check my wrist Check my bitch Catch me ridin' with that stick Talkin' shit get you hit I'm straight from the Chi, get love in the south Shawty a five but I'm lovin' her mouth I got her high then we fuck on the couch Now that I'm out then I kick the bitch out Damn what you trippin' about? You act like you never had dick in your mouth You all in your feelin's, you irri you mad bitch So with your Uber outside (?) I keep at least two when I ride Cause niggas be shootin' outside High off lean, sayin' blockin' off traffic Like Herbo can you move that coupe that's outside I can't see you haters, I'm Stevie I need the cake bitch, I'm greedy My new bitch say she gonna leave me I keep the choppers, believe me How I off them yoppers, I'm breezy Pull up shoot your block up so easy And I thought you niggas had money Why the fuck all their jewelry look cheesy? Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch