Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine What you say, what you say, oh I can never sleep, I dream of days in the Tesla And I need another way, yeah I can feel my body coming down with the pavement And the blood is on my face, yeah And I don't know what to say, yeah Babe, you looking good with your makeup I can feel something in my brain when we break up Counting money that I spent Remember I was paying for the rent? Mama told never should I tear up Maybe if I never took the pills, I'll be okay, yeah But your face is like a Saint Yves Laurent, I gotta say Babe, you looking good with your makeup I can feel something in my brain when we break up Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I love you like I love you like I love you like I love you like I love you like I love you like Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? Tell me something, are you feeling the way I? I can't say that I'm feeling just fine I can't say that I'm feeling just fine What you say, what you say, oh I can never sleep, I dream of days in the Tesla And I need another way, yeah I can feel my body coming down with the pavement And the blood is on my face, yeah And I don't know what to say, yeah Babe, you looking good with your makeup I can feel something in my brain when we break up

Murillo e LT Yeah Yeah, yeah Yves Saint Laurent Acelerando, eu tô dentro da Macan Pingente brilha como fosse um talismã Fumando erva, terror tipo Talibã, yeah Traz Backwood de morango Que eu tô chapando vendo essa puta dançar Se eu te chamo, eu sei que não vai recusar Qualquer momento, qualquer hora e lugar Ela me encontra na minha base pra sentar Essa malvada não é de negar prazer Ela só me liga de dia, de noite Quando já tá doce, pronta pra foder (oi, vida) Depois de hoje não vai me esquecer Só não fica ligando, me enchendo o saco Tenho mais coisa pra fazer Drogas na maleta, veio da França e pra cá Dentro da gaveta, eu não posso revelar Que tem, que mal que tem em transar? Todas da cidade, mas não dá pra comparar Não precisam saber que cê ama me dar Hoje trouxe prazer e Louis V de 100k Yves Saint Laurent Acelerando, eu tô dentro da Macan Pingente brilha como fosse um talismã Fumando erva, terror tipo Talibã Yeah, yeah Yves Saint Laurent Acelerando, eu tô dentro da Macan Pingente brilha como fosse um talismã Fumando erva, terror tipo Talibã, yeah Traz Backwood de morango Acelerando, fodendo e fumando E ela me mamando Coisa que eu quero, ela sabe que eu mando Nós que tá no comando Ela quer bala pra ficar acordada Dois gole no whisky, quer ficar pelada Desce uma vez, sobe uma vez, rebola uma vez Ela quer tá comigo, gosta de correr perigo Então vai correr também Me diz que mal tem se nós mantém Só me faz um favor, sem emoção Que nós não se envolve com ninguém Yves Saint Laurent Acelerando, eu tô dentro da Macan Pingente brilha como fosse um talismã Fumando erva, terror tipo Talibã Yeah, yeah Yves Saint Laurent Acelerando, eu tô dentro da Macan Pingente brilha como fosse um talismã Fumando erva, terror tipo Talibã Yeah

Gang (Zkup), for all my real deal steppers Blick, blick-blick Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Grrt, gang-gang-gang Stepper gon' step, get stepped on, they know I'm cuttin' the check off (know I'm cuttin' the check) Told 'em to bring me his chain, and they ended up rippin' his neck off (grrrt) (rippin' his neck off) Why would I make a mistake? I got oppers, I'm tryna get checked off (oppers I'm tryna get checked off) I know these hoes for the streets, I'm a demon, you ain't gotta check on me (you ain't gotta check on me) I was 16 ridin' 'round with the Wesson, wild for respect (I was wild for respect) I'm 23 with a Glock 23, opps know I'm a threat (opps know I'm a threat) Shouldn't have said what he said to them people He wouldn't have got hit in the neck (he wouldn't have got hit in the neck) Told my youngin to aim for his face Though he thought he was safe 'cause he wearin' a vest ('cause he wearin' a vest) Fast way, shootin' and drivin' Hit the boy out his designer, then we rewind it (then we rewind it) Hop out all black, and they say they on timin' (said they on timin'?) Said they outside when we spinnin', can't find 'em (spinnin', can't find 'em?) I have a twirler, come snatch all his diamonds (give me that shit) I drop a bag on they head, they gon' find 'em (I drop a bag on they head, they gon' find 'em) Heard 'em say it's a pack on my head, so we slidin' (say it's a pack on my head, so we spinnin') He a rapper, we searchin' through pictures and comments (grrrt, pictures and comments) I'm tryna get one of these Instagram bitches to line him (ha-ha, ha-ha) Stepper gon' step, get stepped on, they know I'm cuttin' the check off (know I'm cuttin' the check) Told 'em to bring me his chain, and they ended up rippin' his neck off (rippin' his neck off) Why would I make a mistake? I got oppers I'm tryna get checked off (oppers I'm tryna get checked off) I know these hoes for the streets, I'm a demon, you ain't gotta check on me (you ain't gotta check on me) Brand-new 'Miris, can't put my trust in these rappers, they scary (they scary) Combo, smokin' on New Jack City (combo, combo), brand-new pack from Chinese Kitty (zaza) Treesh from the A, let me suck on the titties (treesh) I caught the WAP in the back of the Bentley (māthā) Niggas, they fear me Ain't catch a stain, you can't even come near me (can't even come near me) Ain't gotta tap in 'cause I'ma smack up, get a nigga wrapped up, shouldn't have be lackin' (boom, boom) Taliban just like Bin Laden (taliban, taliban) Throw a bullet to his chest like Madden (taliban, taliban) (grrr) Now you wheezin' and gaspin' (huh-huh) What he get for that chattin'? (Get for that chattin') Caught him slippin' in traffic (skrrt, skrrt) What you thought was gon' happen? (Man down, man down) Stepper gon' step, get stepped on, they know I'm cuttin' the check off (know I'm cuttin' the check) Told 'em to bring me his chain, and they ended up rippin' his neck off (rippin' his neck off) Why would I make a mistake? I got oppers I'm tryna get checked off (oppers I'm tryna get checked off) I know these hoes for the streets, I'm a demon, you ain't gotta check on me (you ain't gotta check on me) Free them steppers Long live them steppers Blick, blick

Gang, gang, gang I'm the hottest young nigga in the city (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) (Grah, grah, grah) I'm just in charge of this shit Gang, gang, gang Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt (grrt) Bang, bang, bang Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt My stepper gon' brush him if I press the button, too drippy to scuffle (drip, drip, too drippy to scuffle) The blick in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would I tussle? (Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, so why would I tussle?) Diamonds dancing, flooded We done turned nothing to something (we done turned nothing to something) Niggas be capping, bluffing Tweak, that's a hole in your muffin (brrt, tweak, that's a hole in your muffin) What's all the tension? (Skrrt) Tried to run off with the drip, but ain't give me a mention (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Swish him, we bench him, treesh at the drop, we gon' pull up with blickies and drench him (boom, boom, boom, grrt) Look at these actors (skrrt), dropping the rakes (skrrt), they ain't ever spinned Cali (they ain't ever spinned Cali, pussy) Spinning for rappers (skrrt), what's the chances (skrrt) that he got his ratchet? (Skrrt, skrrt, boom, boom, boom) It's gon' be a disaster, he ain't no stepper, that boy into fashion (pussy) Stop all that capping, aim for his māthā, cabbage, he in a casket (grrt) Gang-gang gon' wack him, he made a diss, trying to get a reaction (pussy) Can't wait to catch him, crash him, whole gang spinning for the back end (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, back end) Want me to be disrespectful? Pull up to the funeral, spit in the coffin (spit in that coffin) Put more shots in his māthā, they can't see his face, that's for all that talking (boom, boom, boom, boom, pussy) Headshot, he ain't gon' make it, his brains on the pavement, no witness, no statement (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) My killers ain't taking no payment, they said it's for free, point him out, they gon' off him (gang, gang, gang, pussy) Gun a nigga down, drop a diss, R. I. P. Lil Pint, pour a four of that drip (boom, boom, boom) All we know, run down, go skitz, let my ooter catch him lacking and they hopping out the whip (grrt) See all the hate through these Carti's (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Kodak fresh home off a pardon (blicky) Casamigos, don't sip no Bacardi (no Bacardi) Repping Brooklyn like Biggie and Harden (brooklyn) Ride out, AR with the scope Pull up with Coach, now he a ghost (skrrt, skrrt) Kill a opp, then make a toast (grrt, pussy) Hit a opp treesh while she driving the boat (boom, boom, boom) Stuffing the stick in the glizzy (blick, blick, glizzy) Clip came see-through just like Bizzy Hoolies gon' spin 'til he dizzy (skrrt, skrrt) Spot him and hop out the renty (grrt) Catch a body then hit up the jeweler (boom, boom, boom) I got 20 blue tips in the Ruger (gang, gang, gang) Back then, used to flock out the Uber (skrrt, skrrt) Off a scooter, then maneuver (skrrt, skrrt) Can't respond to no nigga that gave his whole crew up (ha-ha-ha), goofies Niggas stole all the drip, act like they never knew us (niggas stole all my drip, act like they never knew us) Got a bad yellow bitch that'll line you from Cuba (got a bad yellow bitch, treesh, treesh) She gon' swing me the addy, we pulled up and smoked 'em like hookah (that addy, we pulled up and smoked 'em) Niggas ain't spinning shit, they just type on computers (ain't spinning shit, they just type on) And my last name "Blick", so I'm picking the tool up (blick, gang, gang, gang, Blicky, the Blicky) My stepper gon' brush him if I press the button, too drippy to scuffle (too drippy to scuffle) The blick in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would I tussle? (so why would I tussle?) Diamonds dancing, flooded We done turned nothing to something (bands, bands) Niggas be capping, bluffing Tweak, that's a hole in your muffin (tweak, that's a hole in your muffin) My stepper gon' brush him if I press the button, too drippy to scuffle (oo drippy to scuffle) The blick in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would I tussle? (so why would I tussle?) Diamonds dancing, flooded We done turned nothing to something (bands, bands) Niggas be capping, bluffing Tweak, that's a hole in your muffin BG4L, SG, Twirl Gang, Cho Gang

Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky Gang gang gang Racks racks racks Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Bands, bands) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Racks, racks) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky You guys broken batteries Please don't get turned to a tragedy Diamonds on me, see the clarity Ain't got my gun, then I'm stabbin' 'em All of my niggas move staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Bullets get back to reality I'm making more than your salary (Bands, bands, bands) Probably the reason they mad at me Pull up, we burning off calories Black Suburbans, it's a casualty Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant Changing my ways and the life that I'm living She fell in love with the way I been dripping Double cup, lil' bitch, we sipping I'm headed straight to the top with my niggas Say the wrong thing, you get dropped for my hitter And I got aim, highly doubt that he get up Catching stains, leave you missing (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Bands, bands) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Racks, racks) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky They talking shit from the back of me Can't trust a bitch, I ain't jackin' 'em Hop out with blicks, we head tappin' 'em All of my niggas is savages (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Same whip keep on circling (Skrrt skrrt) Mask on when he lurking it Strap drawn, yeah, we murkin' 'em Spinning back, we ain't murder him Pass me the Runtz, I'ma roll up None of them niggas ain't usin' they toaster Bending that block, slow up Hold up, slow up Put him in the dirt for a cold cut I got new guns, I need more butts We gon' spin again, hit some more of 'em Don't get picked off tryna roll up (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Bands, bands) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky) Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Racks, racks) New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain't talking calories Y'all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it's a tragedy Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Brrt, Poh, poh, poh)

(SkinnyKhris) Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang-gang, gang-gang Told my sniper, "Spin the block again, I think he still alive" Tinted windows on that vehicle, tryna catch that homicide (grrr) When this FN hit his face, it's gon' go through the other side Ask the opps, I done spinned they block about a hundred times I spent cases, ooters gon' chase him, he ain't gon' make it (bop-bop-bop) Do a hit in McQueens (grrr), so they can't see our faces (so they can't see our faces) I'ma use the revolver, it's gon' catch all the cases (it's gon' catch shell cases) What I spent on this chain and my wrist, just savings (drip) Catch him and fry him like bacon (like bacon) We gon' make him a day, turn him to a patient soon as we get the location (boom-boom-boom) No GTA, we left him wasted (SkinnyKhris) Shouldn't been droppin' them rakes then (shouldn't been droppin' them rakes then) He gon' end up with a mortgage for all that fraudin', better be cautious (better be cautious) He only tough when he log in He ain't gon' talk when that blick to his noggin (that blick to his noggin) All black Honda, shooters like Mamba (grrr) Kill a opp, roll him in grabba (just like Mamba) Ain't gonna line him, soon as we find him (SkinnyKhris) Hella holes in his designer (hella holes in his designer) Three deep, call us the Migos (skrrt, skrrt) Run up on him while he playin' Cee-lo Heart rate, we gon' turn it to zero (turn it to zero) My lil' youngin' did it for a C-note Last nigga who tried me got took off the map (he got turned to a pack) I have a MAC, come let off a mag, this shit go brrat (rah-rah-rrah) Niggas ain't got the heart to slide, no cap (niggas ain't got the heart to slide, no cap) Told the driver to park at the front, we gon' walk through the back Gon' end up like the rest of them niggas as soon as he lack (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Hollow tips rip through his chest, he gon' catch an attack (catch an attack) One in the head with the blicky I'm ready to snap (grrr, one in the head with the blicky, I'm ready to snap) Niggas get whacked for thinkin' this shit just rap (bop-bop-bop) Told my sniper, "Spin the block again, I think he still alive" (spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it) Tinted windows on that vehicle, tryna catch that homicide (grrr) When this FN hit his face, it's gon' go through the other side Ask the opps, I done spinned they block about a hundred times (grrr) I spent cases, ooters gon' chase him, he ain't gon' make it (he ain't gon' make it) Do a hit in McQueens So they can't see our faces (grrr, so they can't see our faces, man down, man down) I'ma use the revolver, it's gon' catch all the cases (it's gon' catch shell cases) What I spent on this chain and my wrist, just savings (drip) Catch him and fry him like bacon (like bacon)