I'm from Libby City (across the bridge) Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me Bitch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no) I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing, my homie (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) still had to eat off that scamming thing I know some niggas toting .40's like they ID's I know some bitches getting purses off her ID's I got my city on lock and the master key Pussy so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (city) I'm a day bitch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (period) Lil' pretty bitch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (du, du, du) I got some bitches and some niggas that'll bust for me (boo, boo, boo) So don't fuck with me Y'all bum niggas, caught me lacking, hit the wagon up Now the hood looking for 'em 'bout to body bag 'em up (my niggas) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talking cash shit Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked Let a nigga see his kids, you going out like a sad bitch You look better than your kids, and you got your ass did I don't be telling them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (no) I just put the label check inside the streets, so go and avoid it Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm starting to hear some voices And they told you ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) I tilt my hats to real niggas who been real with it I know you love the streets to death, just don't be killed in it I brought the Crush, not for no drank, I put my pills in it Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal with it Gun sling

DrumGod on the beat, beat (Beat, beat, beat) (Moneybagg Yo & "Yung Miami") For the moment what it was, but it's done now (I'm straight) I'm really straight, It's too much work, this shit ain't fun now (I'm good) For the moment, yeah, you had me, I ain't dumb now ("Miami") I done had enough, quit cappin', leave me 'lone now (Yung Miami) Bitch, you know it came with a tab on it (With a tab on it) Let you fuck a couple times so you could brag on it (Brag on it) Let's keep it real, Tell 'em how you blew a bag on it (Blew a bag on it) Buyin' ice, private flights, You blew my ass on it (You blew my ass on it) Lil' insecure bitch (Lil' bitch), you ain't nothin' but a sucker I was only for the money, old lame ass buster (Tired ass) Tell your ugly baby mama come get her tired baby daddy I was lyin' 'bout a check, But this lil' dick nigga, you can have him, I'm good (I'm gone) (Moneybagg Yo) For the moment what it was, but it's done now (I'm straight) I'm really straight, It's too much work, this shit ain't fun now (I'm good) For the moment, yeah, you had me, I ain't dumb now (No more) I done had enough, quit cappin', leave me 'lone now She be fuckin' me too, how you gon' say she belong to you? I'm always on go, But when I'm 'round she don't come home to you (She with me) When we meet, it's playtime (Play) She like, "Don't leave, stay mine" (Stay) Tight grip on her waistline (What?) I go deep like baselines (Ugh) These hoes actin' like niggas, now niggas comin' like them (Them) I met her shoppin' in Cali, then flewed her out to the M You fuck off, I fuck off Just know that that shit go two ways (Both ways) Turn my words against me She like, "I'm a reflection of you, bae" Fuckin' to my songs, naked pictures 'cause we grown (Grown) Wherever we located, pop it off, she set the tone I'm in my bag, you want my bag, I hope you not tryna get on (I ain't with that) Top me in the car, I miss the head, It make me moan (I still think 'bout it) For the moment what it was, but it's done now (I'm straight) I'm really straight, It's too much work, this shit ain't fun now (I'm good) For the moment, yeah, you had me, I ain't dumb now (No more) I done had enough, quit cappin', leave me 'lone now (Hey) Wanted you from a distance (Over there) Now all I want is distance (Go back over there) For the moment (For the moment) You was all I wanted (I wanted) Sexually attracted, got caught in the satisfaction (Too throwed off) For the moment (What?) You was my lil' action (Action, ugh) "DMac, pop your shit, DMac, pop your shit, yeah"

Yo Rich, this shit is really crazy, no bullshit Oh shit, yeah, this is really crazy Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect, yeah Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect In the Brinks truck, I need more bucks, woah (Cash) I, I need more sluts at the top floor (Let's get it, yeah) Every time I go in, I get hot more (Wow) I fuck bad bitches, she get soft more We was trappin' while you was sophomores Tryna make a dollar out of nothing, make you hot, boy (Yeah) Give me what you got, sail your wave like we the yacht boys Actin' like Oscars (Oscars), niggas imposters (damn, damn, damn...) Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect Yeah, bend that shit over, twerk it Bend that shit over, work it Bend that shit over, jerk it Girl, you don't make me nervous My bitch want that Birkin Money don't make me nervous I'ma get the bands and spend it Lookin' like a check just landed This ain't nothin' new to me Her tits out like Janet You wouldn't understand it From wasn't in the sentence To all up in her mouth like dentist Foreigns on the Foreigns, I'ma vanish Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect (Miami) I'll never snitch on daddy (Never) I'll hold a brick for you, daddy (Ounce) Smash on a bitch for you, daddy (Pop) Top of the Ritz, gettin' ate like a steak I'ma cream on your face, lil' daddy (Ooh) Ice my wrist, lil' Patek (Ice) We'll never ever have static (Never) I don't wanna fuck with nan' one of y'all hoes Free JT automatic Yes, I'm a fool for the carats Spirit animal is a rabbit Kill this pussy, come stab it Ow, cell fuckin' shawty right now Pussy so perfect, make a bitch mad Ooh, be calm City Girls up, we perfect Cheat on your bitch, I'm worth it I don't need Tristan, bitch, I'm pimpin' I'ma always hide behind the curtain Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect Ride with me, bitch, you perfect Slide with me, bitch, you perfect Die for me, bitch, I'm perfect Lie for me, bitch, I'm perfect

I bust the windows out your car And, no, it didn't mend my broken heart (I'll probably always have these ugly scars) Mmm But right now I don't care about that part I bust the windows out your car You should feel lucky that was all I did After five whole years of this bullshit Gave you all of me and you played with it, ooh I blame myself, ignoring what I already knew Judge me not for how a bitch finna move Judge me not for what a bitch finna do If it's fuck me, nigga, then it's fuck you too I'm a real good bitch, I got too many options Real good dick, man, this fuck nigga toxic Broke my heart, this nigga way outta pocket I got all the proof, I ain't listening to gossip Best friend making sure I seen that shit I was never your type, yeah, I seen that bitch Pulled down on 'em, yeah, I keyed that whip Catch your ho out in public, I'ma beat that bitch Been fucked off, had you sick to your stomach Wasted all this time, I was way too solid Range or the Kia, I was always ridin' Kept it on lock, pussy real low mileage Back and forth with this back and forth Here we go again for like the tenth time Back and forth about back and forth Between this love and hate shit, it's a thin line, but A part of me just wanna keep it to myself A part of me just wanna tell 'em what you really did A part of me just wanna tell 'em how you really is Switching hoes like clothes, fuck niggas ain't shit I ain't got the patience like I used to (No) You only good at waitin', that shit talk, you can save it It's crazy, shit get real, you show the real you, ooh, yeah (You) I'm just tired of being tired, oh So I'm movin' on So I'm movin' on Oh, I'm movin' on I told you the shit that I need Said I only wanna see you with me Dropped on my knees, I was begging you, "Please" I couldn't let you leave But you was brushing me off, laughing and playing If you never loved me, why did you say it? You took advantage, you knew I was weak And you knew I was young, I was scared to be free Told you my past and you told me yours How all of them bitches was doing you wrong Told you them niggas was doing me dirty Swear to God, you could've left me alone 'Cause I let down my guards, wish that I didn't Breaking my heart, said you had no intentions Every 'l love you' I'm leaving in question Why did you say it if you never meant it? Uh I ain't got the patience like I used to (No) You only good at waitin', that shit talk, you can save it It's crazy, shit get real, you show the real you, ooh, yeah (You) I'm just tired of being tired, oh So I'm movin' on So I'm movin' on Oh, I'm movin' on

Hitmaka First off, bitch, mind yo' business (business) Bad bitch, everyday like Christmas Attitude on, "Fuck you, pay me" It take more than a Bentley to date me Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him (nah) Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him Ooh, I love when they chase me (I love when they chase me) Good luck if you tryna replace me (nah) 220 on the dash like Stacy (ayy) And yeah, that nigga fine, but he move too janky (movе too janky) Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got morе than me, I can't fuck him (bitch I can't fuck him) If he ain't got what I need, I duck him (I duck him) Pussy gon' pop like a pea, I bust him (pussy pop, pop) Bad bitch gon' shop, no gimmicks (no gimmicks) Brand new drop top, not rented (not rented) And every time a bitch start, I finish (I finish) If it ain't money in the text, don't send it (nigga don't send it) First off, bitch, mind yo' business (bitch mind yo' business) Bad bitch, everyday like Christmas (bitch I'm bad) Attitude on, "Fuck you, pay me" (yeah) It take more than a Bentley to date me Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him (nah) Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) Latto If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him (ayy) Nigga, please, got me fucked up (fucked up) Lying on that lil' dick, he ain't touching none (hell nah) Daddy, cop me the Lamb', did his big one How y'all fucking on a rich nigga and ain't getting some? (What?) Pussy tight, fat, wet, no smell (ah) I be buying Birkins like them bitches on sale (yeah) He be in the field, but he ain't in the NFL (brrr) Bitch, I met my nigga way before the BBL (ha-ha) Bitches twice my age, but ain't half his pay (yeah) If he ain't get more than me, then he ain't get no play (yeah) Only business that I mind is the one that pay (one that pay) My kids, kids gon' have they way (have they way), bitch! First off, bitch, mind yo' business (mind yo' business) Bad bitch, everyday like Christmas (bad bitch) Attitude on, "Fuck you, pay me" It take more than a Bentley to date me Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him Got me fucked up, I don't trust him (I don't trust him) If he ain't got more than me, can't fuck him (hell nah)

Real bitches back in I came here to win, you hoes came here to pretend I'ma show you rap hoes how to get y'all shit off Yeah First thing first (huh?) I ain't gotta fuck a rap nigga for a verse (not at all) And I ain't never let a nigga treat me for a purse So, all you unemployed hoes, come and get this work (work) You bitches sleezy, this shit way too easy City lil' me, I'm puttin' on like Jeezy (I'm puttin' on) I ain't asthmatic, but this spit game Wheezy (ha-ha) Put these rap hoes on the plate just to feed me I'm getting greedy, I'm big key (yeah) I'm not sweet, I check hoеs (check hoes) Steady shittin' on thеse bitches with a pet though (with a pet though) Yo' nigga want a taste, I give him wet nose Takin' bitches' niggas, hoe, you lucky if you make it home Real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's cold (that's cold) I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold I'm a real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga get paid, that's code (that's code) I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold I'm a real bitch, with a real bag And word to Miami, bitch, I'm real bad New nigga, new money, that's a real grab I ain't stunting, no nigga that I been had I'm a real bitch, you a fake bitch, red flag (red flag) What you doing? Nothing, shit, making hoes mad Bitch, I just signed with QC and got a big bag (big bag) And finna show you why these ratchet bitches real bad Watch me take yo' nigga, like I take his dick He want dog ass bitch, until I show him some tricks I'm a big dog bitch, don't compare me to simps (don't compare new ho') My two kids was born rich, why you work at a temp? I'm a real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's code I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold I'm a real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's code I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold My neck and my wrist He ain't gotta check, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit Doggin' these niggas everytime that I speak Say he want Lakeyah, I done came up on a lick Ice out my neck, and my wrist He ain't gotta check, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit Doggin' these niggas everytime that I speak Say he want Lakeyah, I done came up on a lick Nigga, run me that shit

Play that shit, fucker Hey, have you trying to beat up him? Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I rubbed with a shooter (gee) Always knew my time was money I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler (ice) Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touched down in your city, they say that it's lit We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right Uh, bitch, better go get it right You know I'm cold, bitch, I'm covered in ice Uh, fuck you mean I ain't that nice This shit ain't no luck, bitch, I go do it twice Leaving all these bitches pissed when I'm throwing these fists Only where that shit wants for the pick What's the maneuver? Pull up McLaren or Mercedes Biz when I hit the event (what's the maneuver?) Uh, bust down they feet with a big face Who you know with a snip on the mixtape? Try me, know the bitch made a mistake Know I'm headed to the bees like Beyonce Said he wanna eat like he a like a entrée I ain't finna leave the house for no small pay Got the game in my hands like All State Hoes couldn't fuck with me on a off day (uh) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I ride with a shooter Always knew my time was money, I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touch down to your city, they say that it's lit We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right Oops, I think I spot me an opp Huh, but that pussy ho don't wanna fight (what's up?) Yeah, bitch better go get it right I know you ain't thinking about losing your life (damn) Huh, flow keep up, lick inside of the trunk Might not win a trum if she know where I'm from I know you pussy, you bumping your gums Can't tell if you sweet, but you definitely dumb Yeah, Cartier all on my wrist On Twitter she rich and she play with her thumbs I hit up Wafi the shit on that bitch I know you was broke, I can't be for the bum Yeah, I'm a fly bitch every day You gotta wait to get paid Say he like how I maneuver, come get your dude, he a chooser, ooh Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) I just pulled up to go pick up a back and I ride with a shooter (yeah) Always knew my time was money, I went to go get me a watch from the jeweler Still can't believe that these bitches take time out they day to hate from a computer Hating that ho, she a loser (loser) Uh, what's the maneuver? (What's the maneuver?) Touchdown to your city, they say that it's nitty We pulling up to you, and you know that's on my word I just touched down, got them racks on me for sure Feeling like I might blow it tonight Fuck what you heard, please do not come at me wrong Bitch, you better go get it right

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

(Ayy, Don D, you a fool for this one) I said all the time I had to give fucks I just spent that on a Rollie (Ice) Real bitches break bread with me I break bread with homies (That's cold) You ain't gotta ask 'bout this shit, nigga, it's on me (On God) I ain't never need nobody, built this by my lonely (Facts) Loyalty over everything, bitch, including me (Yeah) Yeah, a Birkin bag's fifty, but the loyalty is free I was gettin' game way before Coach K Now he throwin' so much at me and I'm gettin' it from Pee Ayy, new AP, I had to bust that bitch Plain jane shittin' on 'em, had to flush that shit Ain't nobody open doors, had to rush that shit Middle finger to them hoes, screamin' fuck that bitch Yeah, QC on my chain, that's all me If you say Lakeyah Danaee, bitch, it's all heat I'm tryna kill these bitches off before the reaper come You niggas want your bread Before you ever get to eat you some (Greedy-ass niggas) I'm in the gym takin' shots like I'm KD (Ballin') If a bitch switch teams, I feel like AD Yeah, can't let no bench-rider play me (Not at all) Nah, I can't let no bench-rider play me Look, never trip, never fold, that's code Word to my bros, yeah (Word to my niggas) I can't hate on no bitch that's foe It's money first, then come hoes (I ain't worried 'bout you bitches) Yeah, that's code Break bread with them bitches that been there since before (On God) Ayy, that's code And if you got it, you gon' get it if you with me or alone, nigga Same bitches from the bottom, probably see 'em with me (OTA) I'm a motherfuckin' problem, hoes ain't fuckin' with me (Not at all) I'm goin' global, let them little bitches run the city It's my time, I might go flood me out a Richard Mille Where it's at? I'm gear switchin' in the Hellcat Boss bitch, so I'm wherever all the bands at I made a bag from my dream and I'm only nineteen They like, "How you shit on bitches?" I should sell that (I'm the youngest goin' in) I was on my feet, whole twelve, tryna figure out them bills Workin' overtime, I can't let 'em see me fail When I'm dripped in Louis V the only time I take an L (Only time) Let your nigga weigh his options and I bet I tip the scale I'm in the gym takin' shots like I'm KD (Ballin') If a bitch switch teams, I feel like AD Yeah, can't let no bench-rider play me (Not at all) Nah, I can't let no bench-rider play me H Look, never trip, never fold, that's code Word to my bros, yeah (Word to my niggas) I can't hate on no bitch that's foe It's money first, then come hoes (I ain't worried 'bout you bitches) Yeah, that's code Break bread with them bitches that been there since before (On God) Ayy, that's code And if you got it, you gon' get it if you with me or alone, nigga That's code Don't go against that shit, yeah