It's that moon rock shit You gotta mix this with some regular OG Cuz this shit be burnin' crazy Cum in a bitch and I go crazy Spend all these racks and I go crazy Leave out the parking lot doin' a 180 This how the lord made me Drop the top and start sun bathing Put her on a treadmill and then I make her run naked Got all my side hoes frustrated This the life I waited on Seen a bitch from school, gave her number to a payphone I don't know what you been waiting on All that I know is that I been waiting long I ain't waiting to get no lone Provolone on top of provolone Mobile phone on top of mobile phone I don't know what you niggas smokin' on Pull my closet got a OS tell Mobile home on top of mobile home I go to sleep with a rollie on I start my car with remote control Get so much pussy I go to sleep with a condom on Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli Fuck it, I want me a milli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck I'm the king of the city I don't take a trip unless I got a bitch with me I pull up wit pounds or I got a zip in me You don't want no problems, my guys so don't tempt me My niggas go bap bap bap bap till it's empty Fuck 2 every night in 5 days that's a 10 piece My bitch that I'm with that's a 10 piece I'm pourin' that gin in a simply You niggas so fake need assembly I'm smokin' weed, fuck the penalty Ridin' round in a old school, with 2 hoes and little old me Fuck I'ma do wit this money But walk in the club and start stuntin' Push all my old bitches buttons Came up from nothin' to something Tell her take the stick, don't run from me There's some for you, there's some for me So if we have this 3 some, make sure you cum for me All that bullshit is up under me Smokin' gas ain't no tumble weed All of this cash that's another thing Black and yellow like a bumblebee Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi Fuck it, I want me a billi I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a milli So went and got me a milli Now I want me a billi I don't think I have a ceiling I can come thru with no ceiling I give a fuck how you feeling I can tell you how you lookin' Nigga you ain't used to winnin' Had the chickens missing winters In Miami, Mr. Winner Ran a 14 for breakfast, prime 112 for dinner Maison Margiela killer Got a heart of a killer Take the pussy, I'll kill it What up Tip? What up Killa? Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli Fuck it, I want me a trilli I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it, no really I'm gettin' it

Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling Bang bang bang You know your lips Taste like champagne Yeah, your kiss is bittersweet I be addicted to your taste Boom, boom, boom My flower only bloom for you It be us against the world Ride or die straight to my tomb One, two, three, do you got me? Your love is like a drug You fill me up with anxiety A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out, smiling I need a ride or die chick You need a real man Lately I been on some shit And you been down real bad Anytime you hit my phone I usually answer Used to make you happy Now I don't know what you mad for You used to be my one and only Now you act like you don't know me Say you got some things to show me Baby, tell me where we're going Telling me what I should've did Now I'm gone, can't handle it And no, I ain't wrong for that Now I let all this paper stack up I'm sorry I played you to the left But all of this money's on my mind Girl, you know how the game go You let 'em, they'll do it every time I want you to take care of yourself And doing your best when you shine I want you to live your life So don't even wait on me, girl Sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling We cruising in the pink G-Waggy This is my house like You can call me daddy We out here loud We only smoking fatties You got the green, the lean You got the addy One, two, three, so chilly Come with me, we light up the tree A, B, C, do you trust me? Found comfort in the dark But it's your heart that scares me Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Got sugar in my bloodstream I'm drippy with the icing They say I'm sweet like ice cream But I'll rip your heart out smiling Sugar in my bloodstream I'll rip your heart out smiling

Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (yeah) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Go, it's your birthday I might throw a couple bands in the worst way Told them hoes to sit down, you in first place Wait hold on... hey... hey... I came here for pussy in the first place (ayy) Come here, now, fuck me, now Wipe me down, not a sound Not a peep, not a tweak Silent bitch, she don't speak Court side to my feet Front row seat, smokin' OG Rollie on me, 40 on me 80 on me, a hundred on me Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake Ooh, bitch, I'm the mothafuckin' man Niggas holdin' onto it, I'ma spend a hundred grand Always smokin' on the drugs, smell the KK when I land I'm a fuckin' rockstar, rockin' for my own band Straight drop up out the pan, bitches call me Cam Told her what's the deal, now she stickin' to the plan Money to the ceilin', nigga it's lookin' like a fan I can't even name how many gears that I ran shit Hope you understand it Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop it's your birthday Drop, it's your birthday Drop, drop its your birthday Pop, pop pop out that cake Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga Pop, pop pop out that cake (ayy) Bounce, bounce bounce out with the cake, nigga

Got it on smash Got it on smash Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch Like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate Bought that Wraith fresh off the Lot, that bitch ain't even got no plates I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play They taking shots like, Plaxico I'm riding waves in, Mexico You bitches gassed like, Texaco Ain't bout that bag, no hemaphone Make sure your money match a mouth before you ever talk at me And if you want me to pull up Just know I'ma need a feet (yah!) Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch Like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah) Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah) Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy Hit my phone up for a quickie, no shade but I'm picky Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it I be rolling tropical weed up I be on a flight with my feet up I get on the track and I eat it up Get her in the bed, I beat it up Bang, I get the bitch and I change her Got you bringing weed on the plane Everywhere, they throwing up gang (hahahaha) Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch like me, He ain't rich enough, rich enough (ah, no) Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout The guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp) Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, You ain't thick enough, thick enough (go) Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings Oh My God, this shit different Oh My God, Gucci slippers Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah) Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah) Oh My God Biggest bitch ever!

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Let me beat it up like Jaegen (oh yeah) I need to know what makes you horny Need you in my life in case you didn't know So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen Mi want a, rock star like Madonna Pretty like Soshanna and Tianna Gyal where ya deh mi can't see ya She wanna rock the boat like Aaliyah I need ya motion to feel like the ocean Wrap ya lips 'round me like ya smokin' And you ask why I never show emotion I lost too many friends to the bullshit But them can't catch me slipping man me focus Used to being hopeless but now dem can't miss me dem notice Them can't hold this, waste yutes Bogus, preeing my ting must've joke this Just, build a vibe, gyal when ya wine, my hand up ya thigh ya ya And it aint no surprise, when I'm inside, tears down ya eye ya ya So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen Baby me love when you bruk it off Love when you get high for me Gyal me say ya body hot Ah you me make light the weed Baby me love when ya bend over bad like me Range Rover Call one of ya friends over, fuck when we frost 'til we get sober Bathe then we start over naa carry no bad odour Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (baby) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (oh yeah) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (mmm) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen You got a man but you messing with the wrong one When I ask you about your day, you had a long one Them other dudes try impress you, you running from them Soon as I send my location you wanna come there Yeah, yeah, you rolling with a real player Yeah, yeah, we private when we in the air Yeah, yeah, you say you never felt this 'Cause I can give you more then a little bit Got you begging for more when you feelin' it Screaming out to the lord when I'm killing it Baby I been on my grind, I been getting rich You should roll with me and enjoy all the benefits Little of this, little of that Leave with me once, ain't coming back You with a real nigga, baby that's a fact And when I hit it throw it back So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body Gyal ya pretty like money, hot skull Love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen

Where to begin? They call me Tropical Storm Jim Here's your really local forecast, there's a warm front moving in Pin drop, yeah, you heard it when I moonwalked in the room While around the water cooler at the Legion of Doom They're shouting, "Why's the new guy with the sweet moves talking that smack?" Well, I'm the kinda crazy made from the shit of a bat I swing like hell but know full well that I won't win the fight But big man, I'm the beta male that's gonna ruin your night My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand, dude I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to What? Who me? Who am I? Well I'm just awesome Like watching someone else getting kicked in the balls and DJ's hit pause when I waltz in, my thoughts entrail crowds for hours And it would come as no surprise if I had magical powers Poof! Army beers, cheers! Here's to blood sweat and Tears for Fears Yes, I get stupid like a baby with pierced ears So drop me like those panties drop when I drop knowledge Danger was my middle name but I changed it in college My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand, dude I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand, dude I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to I write the songs that girls like to dance to Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat, sweat, sweat, sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them disco babies wet! Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Make them motherfuckers sweat Get stuck in her head like porn-star dick

This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe Ain't none of this shit rented Servin' vicious, fuck your favorite rapper, hope he get offended I was trippin' off that hoe before, but promise I ain't trippin' I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin' (designer) Got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (nah) Drop a song and your status went nada (nah) In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (yeah) I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard, greens Homie outside with Alicia, Keys I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (yeah) Root of all evil what got me 'em tickets at Regal So fuck what's illegal I'm different, I really ain't get a handout I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (on gang) I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen All the moles 'bout all my songs, screamin', "Fuck your opinion" No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin' It's fuck everybody, the way I been feelin' I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (on God, on God) So they down for a threesome, nigga (on God) This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level Switch a Lambo' for a Chevy, back seat heavy from that heavy Want a bad bitch with the fetti, when she ready, bitch, I'm ready Fuck the sex, I want that Becky, gimme Becky if you let me I whip slow, my cook game steady, turn that boy into spaghetti I could ask a partner in my camp to handle somethin' They just do it like they beefin' with the dealers, uh (yeah) Bitches poppin' pussy for the same skinny nigga droppin' music Ain't nobody have belief it (yeah) Took a couple Ls, I ain't tweakin' (tweakin') I got money to help all my reasons (yeah) I got shorties from all major regions I jumped in the water and claimin' the deep end (hold on) Different Money I'm countin' on shorties I'm poundin' on I know them niggas is pissed I'ma put a new Patek on by my bitch silicone Then I'ma double again Niggas ain't solid, I don't claim a friend Because when I was knockin', you ain't let me in Niggas lose vision all over the pussy Respect the whole gang 'fore a blue Benjamin Witness, everyone say that I'm up I was stuck at the bottom, you ain't give a fuck I don't care for a bitch, I ain't searchin' for love And I ain't trust a soul if he ain't from above I ain't surfin' the wave, I got lost, fuck a brush When I got in the game, I was shit out of luck They would look at my pain and they ain't help me up If you mention my name, say, "I don't give a fuck" (bitch) This young boy from Texas, so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSÉ and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever Switchin' bezels every level