Big Rocks (feat. Young Thug) - Quality Control, Layton Greene & Lil Baby

I believe, I believe there's love in you Gridlocked on the dusty avenues Inside your heart, just afraid to go I am more, I am more than innocent But just take a chance and let me in And I'll show you ways that you don't know Don't complicate it Don't let the past dictate Yeaaah I've been patient, but slowly I'm losing faith So please, I know you baby I know you baby So please, I know you baby I know you baby I believe, I believe you could love me But your'e lost on the road to misery And what I gave to you I could never get back Don't complicate it Don't drive yourself insane Yeaaah Say what you will but I know that you want to stay So please, I know you baby I know you baby So please, I know you baby I know you baby Chemicals rushing in I know that it's you that I belong to I'm fighting like a cannonball in the air Crashing into who I belong to Uuuh uh, uuuuh uuuuh uh I have been patient, but slowly I'm losing faith Please, I know you baby I know you baby So please, I know you baby I know you baby Please, I know you baby I know you baby So please, I know you baby I know you baby (The shadows of your heart Are hanging in the sweet, sweet air I know you baby The secrets that you hide, control us and it's not fair (I know you baby) (The shadows of your heart Are hanging in the sweet, sweet air I know you baby The secrets that you hide, control us and it's not fair (I know you baby)

Bitch, this ain't no boss it's a boss up Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up Bitch, this ain't Toyota, this European Bitch she ain't no hoe, she my girlfriend Bitch, this ain't is no nap, this how I sleep Bitch, this ain't no hobby, this how I eat Bitch, this ain't lust so it's love Bitch, this ain't the connect, this the plug Bitch, this ain't beef, this world war Bitch, this ain't a show it's a world tour Bitch, you don't know me, yeah you knew me Bitch, this ain't the problem, this the solution Feeling like my chakras aligned From now on call me Don Rhyming for days, I couldn't eat and it was not Ramadan Niggas asking for a cut, they just way out of line Thugger Hoe, ain't no Ford, this a Maserati This is not a movie, baby, this a real dead body I'm on a one-way street, 'bout to have a trolley I fuck her one night then I'ma duck up outta You do anything for this 'lil bitch you might be a Cosby Speaking of Bill Cosby, I spike my drink with molly You better not tell nobody, zip it, just zips and addy Hit from the back, turn to a car when I'm backing out it Hit it with 10, fuck it, I'ma go smack his body Hit 'em up like Did 'em up like Hit 'em up like Bitch, this ain't a boss this a boss up Bitch, this isn't for sure, this a toss up Hoe, this ain't Toyota, this European Bitch, she ain't a hoe, she's my girlfriend Bitch, this ain't time, this is our time Bitch, this isn't the plug, this the power line Bitch this ain't Diesel, this Gucci It's Gucci Bitch, you ain't know me now you know me (yeah) Bitch, this ain't Adidas this Puma Bitch, that ain't the truth that's a rumor Bitch, you ain't my friend you a tumor Bitch, that ain't the new one, this newer Bitch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch time Now foul lines, just front lines Fuck taking shit, boy, I just take what's mine And I'm still hungry like a nigga was unsigned Don't nobody want this shit more than I want mine Fuck a free meal, boy, I'd rather go hunt mine When you get the ball, boy, you be fumbling When you talk that shit be mumbling Man, I got my one shot Fucked around and and-one'd it If the dogs ain't there then they one call from it, look Run you out your house and now your ass apartment hunting From the Michigan cold, and I'm colder than that Don't fuck with my crazy ass, boy Your mama should've told you that When we in it, one way out This life just like a cul de sac The hood behind me like a cobra back You quote the internet, I quote the facts But snake niggas never tell the truth You a liar If you swear to God one more time on your life you might die Real ones, I know you feel me Independent women, I know you feel me If you self-made me then you feel me Text from my girl said "Come feel me up" Real dawgs, I know you feel me My OG's know they feel me, yeah Bad bitch, she want to feel me Text from my girl said "Come feel me up" If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

DJ Durel Woo White (White), and it's snowin' (Snowfall) Off-White (White), and it's snowin' (Off-White) She bad as hell (Bad), and she goin' (Go) My career (Ooh), it keep growin' (Grow) Four rings (Four-way), like the Audi (Blaow) The top sushi (Su'), like karate (Uh) We popped 'em (Shh, bow), you heard about 'em (Where? Shh) QC veteran (QC) Ho, let the Huncho settle in (Huncho, Huncho) I can be in the trap (Uh), on the TV, on David Letterman (Woo) Yeah, off the flair (Flair), drop me in the ocean, I'm peddlin' (Skrrt, swim) Young niggas brought all the culinaries (Skrrt) And I just came back from the Netherlands (Gone, yeah) 'Nough of that pitty-pat (Pitty-pat), chitty chat (Chitty chat), tit for tat (Tit for tat) I ain't gon' front, none of that (No) I'm from Atlanta, I earned that (A) But I came straight out the North (Yeah) Yes, I know everybody heard that (Heard it) Number one, that's where the birds at (Brrt) Hahahaha, getcha curve back (Ha) I can't get down (Get down), I gotta get up (Up) Yeah (Yeah), I can't get down (Nah), I gotta get up (Up, uh) Yeah, I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho Make 'em go eat it up (Eat it up) Straight out the basement whippin' Picasso (Whip) Young nigga heating up (Heat it up) I can't get froze (No), Lord knows the soul I own (God) The ice two-tone (Ice, brrt), that's four iPhones (Uh) Baby boy Holmes (Woo), you aim preferably for the nose (Bow) It's a trap boy zone (Trap), we exchange, Whitney for Nicole (Whitney) Niggas get hard until they get hit with the sentence (Damn, damn) These niggas act hard, but they cannot handle they penalty (No, no) Ain't gon' lie, I haven't had smoke in a minute (Ain't havin' no smoke) I'm focused on bags and juugin', finessin' the industry (Bags, finesse) Free all my niggas until they reclaim they innocence (Free) My bad bitch, I bought her a chain for kickin' it (She icy) Lame bitch, hit wit' the flame, he snitchin' it (He tellin') Cocaine witch, give her the lame, she sniffin' it (She snortin' it) I can't get down (Get down), I gotta get up (Up) Yeah (Yeah), I can't get down (Nah), I gotta get up (Up, uh) Yeah, I'm in the pothole whippin' a knot ho Make 'em go eat it up (Eat it up) Straight out the basement whippin' Picasso (Whip) Young nigga heating up (Heat it up) I can't get froze (No), Lord knows the soul I own (God) The ice two-tone (Ice, brrt), that's four iPhones (Uh) Baby boy Holmes (Woo), you aim preferably for the nose (Bow) It's a trap boy zone (Trap), we exchange, Whitney for Nicole (Whitney)