Sheesh (uh) Tings Tings, do it again Uh Tings Tings, do it again Shining like I was a bright light Money on Mayweather fight night (tings) Global six thousand my whole flight (tings, do it again, uh) Why you have me acting psycho? Do not make me fuck your wife, bro (tings) You read what I said, fuck a typo (tings, do it again, uh, sheesh) They ringin' the siren now, we going up, nigga Yeah (tings) Fuck up the place 'til they fight, bruh (tings, do it again) I can do this shit all night, yo (uh) Come again, we gotta do it, lyrics combined with the nice flow (tings) Look how we got niggas hype though (tings, do it again) Neptunes and Bust Rhymes excite those (uh) Y'all saw the pictures on the 'Gram, right, nigga? Explosive like nitro (tings) Got niggas back in the right zone (tings, do it again, uh) I see couple chicks that I might bone Cop me more whips and more nice homes (tings) We can talk if you call on the right phone (tings, do it again, sheesh, uh) Light this bitch up like a flashlight (tings) Do the same shit we did last night (tings, do it again, uh, sheesh) Spliff Star, where's the ad-lib? (Tings) Celebrate big like the bag big (tings, do it again, uh) Watch how I hold down the damn fort Travel so much, need new passports (tings) Dropkick your ass, kiss the asphalt (tings, do it again, uh) Bust legal shots in this bitch now, nigga (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah) Mayday (tings) Better have all my bread when it's payday (tings, do it again) Bugatti parked at the raceway (uh, sheesh) Sound the alarm again for 'em, we up, nigga (tings) Bitch, we be sicker than Bellevue (tings) Eat everything off the menu (uh) Now you know we back to rile shit up I've been only tryna tell you (tings) Who was holding this coke I'ma sell to (tings, let's do it again, uh, sheesh) Light this bitch up like a flashlight (tings) Do the same shit we did last night (tings, do it again, uh, sheesh) Spliff Star, where's the ad-lib? Celebrate big like the bag big (tings, tings, do it again) Uh (sheesh) Tings, tings (do it again) Uh (sheesh) Tings, tings (do it again) Uh Tings, tings (do it again) Uh Tings, tings (do it-) Uh (sheesh) Tings, tings

Bussa Bus' One seven Rap God Notorious My warriors Be glorious Twenty-eight, Twenty two, now stories up So keep my dick up out your mouth don't be twisting the story up I'm from Chiraq but caught my first body up in Peoria Hit you with no delaying So what you saying ho All my lyrics is groundbreaking that Super Saiyan flow Yeah my .40 cal bang more That pops off of Wayans bros Wet up shit like the rain though This what we trained for I am off of the chain hoe Call me the Django Rap god or the dang GOAT both in the same boat On these tracks I'm Usian Bolt Nothing has came close This is what I get payed for Dropping grenades hoe Just bought broski a Draco I give him the say-so Black mask like he Space Ghost Try me like Dej Loaf I ain't gotta call my hittas up I'll come and get rid of you Smiling looking sinister Pull up in somethin' tinted up Body you and then I lay low like Forest Whitaker Then go up lift my brothers and sisters like I'm the minister I ain't perfect with my kids if I ain't working I encourage higher learning I'm teaching through fire verses Till the day we lie in hearses I'm fighting the lying serpent Ride and lurking Hit you pussies make sure you don't die a virgin Johnny Torture Tire burning I'm fancy like writing cursive Rap God I'm way to real to have someone come write my verses Dangerous You know this ain't a game to us My bang will bust These bullets hit your brains and guts Get changed to dust Ain't no one else to blame but us You strange to us Fu niggas cannot hang with us You lame to us These other rappers plain to us My labels tough Like KD back with James and Russ Word to my mother I'm Eating like supper time I come from trouble times I knew the sun would shine Im hot like summertime Dreaded like Busta Rhymes My girl so fucking fine Mo' cake than Duncan Hines They said Hip-Hop was dead But i came just in time My bars hold hella weight Bitch I'm just pumping iron This is serious These fuck niggas on my dick and they fear me cause I made them bleed like a bitch on her period Banana clips for you monkeys if you curious This is that part of chess I got you all in check They thought I wouldn't make it I made them all regret I ball so fucking hard The ref might call a tech Might hit the mall and flex My sons and my daughter fresh I'll never sell my soul Bitch i won't fall for that You can't get me to change You got to call collect Nike just like me my nigga I am a walking check I'm more than blessed and more calculated than architects I'm who they call the best Flew from a falling nest If I feel y'all a threat We outside of y'all address You don' f'd up all black we dressed up Put a clip up to his head give that boy a fresh cut Driving dirty with no Ls i was living reckless Swerving serving pounds just to get my check up Had 20 on my wrist 20 on my necklace Balled every time you see me just like Uncle Fester I ran into the law man that shit was messed up Never fold under pressure mother fuck them questions Your niggas harmless; mine dangerous like Coolio Don't get nailed with this hammer I stay with the tooly, yo I be strapped at every show even strapped at the studio Just know that when you see these clips you ain't watching no movie though No I don't give a fuck who he run with or who he know I bet I leave them in the past give it to them like Rubio Aw shit he catching bullets like Julio I got green in my pants you just hating like Rufio For acting funny like Chris Rock I'll smoke them like pookie, hoe I got powers like a monster and I'm saucing I'm groovy, hoe And I've been rocking Bandannas since Weezy and Juve hoe Yeah my belt and shoes Louis my glasses is Gucci though When you hustling watch for rats man the shit can get spooky though You got to get it then get out I learned that from the movie Blow SQUAD!

Yeah Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot Please don't play games I got niggas in the back with the A Ayyy I don't love her, hit her then I do the race We can tell by the way Brodie told me that the trap's doing great Yeah, I'm so away I can't save you, gotta leave you in the maze Push the suicide doors up Ayyy, I'm in a Porsche truck Cooling with a rich porter D'n'G for my daughter Yeah, Jimmy Cole for my new bitch Got guap, move block like rubicks In the coupe, bust a dance to the music Drop the top, make her lose it Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I was running up and bumming out the big bucks Got a driver waiting for me, I'm a big shot 16 when I knew I want my wrist floss Swiss gleam when you're looking at my wristwatch All the heat, I can't leave it in a cooler If he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter See, my niggas in the back came with the ooh-rah Gotta tell 'em to relax, take a woo-sah Doing graveyard shifts for my fivers Who'd have thought I would've went school with some lifers? Hit it in the past, only found out that he wifed her Told my bro change but he loyal to the lycah At the Fendi store but she'd rather go to Michael Kors Pigs got my niggas dashing 'round the courtyard Ten toes in my Fours Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah Deebo Smoke to your face like a heat stroke Man down, put that on my dead locs Man down, put that on my dreadlocks Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock Lift the suicide doors at the next stop Shot, shot, shot, shot Rudebwoy stop 'e noise man Weh yuh know bout bloodclaat good tings? Weh yuh know bout dem shoes yah, dem shirt yah Dem bloodclaat pants yah? Stop ye chattings man

Go ghost if you like, make sure the door don't hit ya I was tryna put donnys on, but I don't think they really got the picture You can showboat if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya Things done changed for a nigga, cah before man I used to be the victim Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one (yeah) Way back when, didn't wanna know (woo) Way back when, I was on the ropes (woo) Winter time came, never had a coat Mummy doin' work, but the money always low Now I'm on the road, so squaddy we on the road OT trips for a show, I'm gettin' dough Bro-bro still on the stove, I need some more Get my A&R on the phone, let's do a tour (woo) Be about it, be about it, don't talk about it I got niggas doin' the dirty, I'm still around it All these women doin' my head in, don't need the baggage I got my connect, pick up a package Laughin' to the bank, four by four truck Thinkin' 'bout the times, I had no buzz Now I'm 'bout to pop, gyal show love But I already know, what contour does Go ghost if you like, make sure the door don't hit ya I was tryna put donnys on, but I don't think they really got the picture You can showboat if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya Things done changed for a nigga, cah before man I used to be the victim Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one This the sound of a boy that was broke, and wasn't known All alone, got three, four friends, but on his own Never P'd, I played out hard in these streets I know grief, I buried my brother at 15 These niggas seen, who I was, who I am Babygirl, what's your name? Who's your man? Yo, that nigga ain't the same, when he's off the 'Gram If you really know my worth, then let's make plans Girl, play smart, you know I'm the next (yuh) Fuck the phony, no love from the set (yuh) List of broke niggas, owe me respect (yuh) Word on road is, in my city I'm a vet Made my mom proud, and made my dad pissed If a nigga did his job, he might've got chicks Cold, with these niggas, they better get a grip If they ever get to ask why, I did it for the fifth Go ghost if you like, make sure the door don't hit ya I was tryna put donnys on, but I don't think they really got the picture You can showboat if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya Things done changed for a nigga, cah before man I used to be the victim Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Now I hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one Hop out the four by four, man jump out, one by one