(CashMoneyAP) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh (There's a guy named Jennifer) yeah I was anxious, I didn't have patience It's not a loss when you lose fake ones Cross me once, and then I turn into a savage (yeah) Blowin' weddin' cake, I still won't think 'bout marriage (no) Dead broke, I couldn't watch my mama suffer (nah) Stood on that block until I got a triple-double Drew Brees, I rock Saint Laurent, fill bodies with angel dust Even if they was t-shirts, them niggas couldn't hang with us I'm pluggin' money counters, I don't wanna be famous My heart filled up with scars, lovin' me could be dangerous, oh I chase the millions tryna see how far this rappin' get me You ain't my brother, you weren't on that corner trappin' with me Nigga, where the fuck was you when I ain't have a penny? On the show, muggin' off a pill and a half of Remy I'm stuck on make a muscle mode, I never had Givenchy Check the stats, shit, if you ask me, lil' Polo grab the city The opps so broke, I'm on my shit, won't let them guys offend me They tried to catch one, so we sparked until that .9 was empty All my niggas be on bullshit, I keep a slider with me It ain't no shortage on them blicks 'cause, bitch, we ride with plenty Smith & Wessons, Glocks, and XDs, we got all kind of semis I just stay humble 'til I gotta show that savage in me My car got extra horses, I fuck with Polo G (yeah, yeah) I already had on ice, police can't tell me, "Freeze" (no) I can buy everythin', my niggas still ain't free (still ain't free) I never cried, but you can watch my eyes bleed (watch my eyes bleed) Every time I trusted niggas, they embarrassed me Yeah, want a hard body, ask that nigga Harrison I just fucked a snow bunny 'cause my chain got carats Made her pull up to the Hilton, but her name wasn't Paris My Louis V shoes like fruit, I got different pairs Police snatch me, 'fore I snitch, I'd rather get the chair I'm with my soldiers in that field like I play for the Bears Stay with some real ones, I know loyalty and trust is rare Married to the streets, but nah, this ain't no love affair These drugs killin' me, feel like my organs startin' to tear I know I'm legendary, this some shit you can't compare She seen these VVS, now she pullin' down her underwear Yeah, I was anxious, I didn't have patience It's not a loss when you lose fake ones Cross me once, and then I turn into a savage (yeah) Blowin' weddin' cake, I still won't think 'bout marriage (no) Dead broke, I couldn't watch my mama suffer (nah) Stood on that block until I got a triple-double Drew Brees, I rock Saint Laurent, fill bodies with angel dust Even if they was t-shirts, them niggas couldn't hang with us I'm pluggin' money counters, I don't wanna be famous My heart filled up with scars, lovin' me could be dangerous, oh

Ayy Express If you wanna win baby, come sign up Applying pressure forever, let me remind ya You know that's my squad and can't nobody rep it finer Say you one of a kind, well come and show me you a rider 'Cause I ain't got time for the games Can't pick and choose, you gon' be here in slow, sleet, or rain Always make sure you're straight No matter the case, keep a smile on your face, ayy I know they gon' feel some type of way (type of way) They get on Twitter and type away (type away) Word to bro Sax, I got time today If I go broke, I'ma find a way Man, I swear that looks can be deceiving Shawty will look innocent but she really be creeping Believe me, that shit'll turn you cold, anemic To have somebody cross you when you're so caught in the deep end I always tell my bitch, "There ain't nobody 'bove you Except money and God, and that's just truth" Know if I got you on my side, that would be such a clutch move We can take over the world, baby, just us two (baby, us two) Feels like you fell right in my arms, wasn't hard to find ya Any boy play wit' you, it ain't hard to get 'em lined up Ex girl keep calling, but you don't trip 'cause I decline her Had my fun with these hoes, but they time's up I swear that your face give me energy You're more than just a phase When I told you that I love you, you told me, "Watch what you say" "How many girls you say that to?", and I told you, "It's just a few" But with them, I was just talkin' and wit' you the feeling's true When I asked you to be mine, was hopin' you'd be down too But you told me I was rushin', made me feel just like a fool You say you don't mean to be rude I tell you, "Don't trip" 'cause it's cool I'll tell you You just wanna vibe with a gangster then bat it out Tell me the time and the place, girl, let's set it off I'm goin' deeper every stroke, turn the pressure up We goin' round after round, I ain't lettin' up Give it to you better than any nigga you ever fucked Keep it low-key, don't nobody know I'm sexing her You know I always play it cool, never question her I thought that we was just friends, what you jealous for? We can make it happen if you tellin' me you ready I know you somethin' different, I don't mind goin' steady Cut all them hoes off 'cause I'm fuckin' wit' you heavy Always been my lil' shawty, we been vibing since you met me I always knew that you would be the one from the start But I ain't wanna risk it, always tryna play it smart Be careful with your love 'cause I'm giving you my heart It's just me and you together, ain't no breaking us apart I swear that your face give me energy You're more than just a phase When I told you that I love you, you told me, "Watch what you say" "How many girls you say that to?", and I told you, "It's just a few" But with them, I was just talkin' and wit' you the feeling's true When I asked you to be mine, I was hoping you'd be down too But you told me I was rushin', made me feel just like a fool You say you don't mean to be rude I tell you, "Don't trip" 'cause it's cool Uh Lately, I been focused on my payments Say they praying for me, but I know they really hatin' I know you're praying for my downfall That's why I had to get the hell from 'round y'all God put some of my close friends in the pavement Ever since them, my heart been feeling so vacant If you can hear me, give me one call If you can hear me, give me one call

If it ain't Z, it can't be, dumb nigga Y'all know what the fuck goin' on Big Z, 26, 13 season LLWolph, fuck nigga 26, 13 shit, fuck nigga We just watched him clockin' in Ahah Z, Z, Z (Z, Z, Z, Z, Z) Go Ayy, look me in my eyes Tell me, have you ever witnessed M-one killings? Ever spinned and doubled back because the clip wasn't empty? We don't shoot at houses, we walk down, hop out vehicles What the fuck, nigga? Look me in my eyes Just look me in my eyes and tell me that's how this shit go What you know 'bout movin' your folks, so you can handle smoke? Night owl with that Drac', must be OVO What the fuck, nigga? Ain't tryna find a job It's plenty of ways to get it, gotta get up, get out and grind If it's smoke in the city, better not work no nine-to-five Pull up to your job and drive through, drive by, I got you, haha Look me in my soul You should probably see the devil, this the demon zone Put that nigga in a wheelchair, he still holdin' on Next time I see that boy, I'ma grab his ass and roll him home What the fuck, nigga? And my wrist the sickest The sun down, I'm on the E-way, all my diamonds glistenin' I got a bad habit of treatin' my glizzies like my women Oil 'em up and make 'em pretty Put her on some long extensions Finger fuck, she go to spittin' Ayy, look me in my eyes Tell me, have you ever witnessed M-one killings? Ever spinned and doubled back because the clip wasn't empty? We don't shoot at houses, we walk down, hop out vehicles What the fuck, nigga? Look me in my eyes Just look me in my eyes and tell me that's how this shit go What you know 'bout movin' your folks, so you can handle smoke? Night owl with that Drac', must be OVO What the fuck, nigga? Look me in my eyes and tell me what you see If I get that news that he survived, they goin' back down that street, uh Foenem slidin' for weeks, we gon' get back for B He got burnt, got caught in that line of heat, he shouldn't've tryna beef, bitch Opps like tourist, pop out on my block just takin' pictures I don't care if you keep your gun, lil' boy, you ain't no killer Interrogations, "I do drugs? No sir, I can't remember" It's a Hemi in this Scat, no, we can't surrender And my windows tinted, really put shit under I got blood diamonds in my pendent I got a feelin' they'll use my lyrics in my sentence We pop out and play with switches Anywhere them bitches get it, .40 Glock, my pistol kickin' Ayy, look me in my eyes Tell me, have you ever witnessed M-one killings? Ever spinned and doubled back because the clip wasn't empty? We don't shoot at houses, we walk down, hop out vehicles What the fuck, nigga? Look me in my eyes Just look me in my eyes and tell me that's how this shit go What you know 'bout movin' your folks, so you can handle smoke? Night owl with that Drac', must be OVO What the fuck, nigga?

I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? It's Mike Laury I'm runnin' and I'm runnin', yeah (Dubba-AA Flex) Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime My daddy slime, yeah, he slime (Louie Bandz made another one) Ayy, now how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?) I'm in here (What you on for?) Ayy, 4KTrey, you know, free D-Dawg, nigga I'm on that same shit, nobody safe, look (This is the sound) Let's go Boom, baow, pussy bitch, don't try to run now Fuck nigga ain't have his head on I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones I've been cooling But these pussy bitches just won't leave me 'lone (Look) Crack you in your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh (Bitch) I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla, YBN, she slime Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin' He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind, and yeah I pull up acting in a four door You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but, boy, I'm solo And Meechie in the South but still'll come and kick your front door Bro geekin' off that soft, but wildin' out, bitch, if you don't know I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas At a show or anything, bitch, we gon' hit at you niggas I want 'em all, that's on my dawg, bitch, we gon' get at you niggas Peel your block and try to catch a nigga outside I'm thuggin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the law line I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron, Three run down with that Glock 9 Motherfuck if they clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Pull on side him, dump a hundred in the car (Boom, baow) Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh) This for Dump, behind him we dyin' hard (Uh) I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword (Bitch, what up?) Everybody in here slimin' with a nigga, ayy They ain't on shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga, yeah These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow, yeah Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb) Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said? He joced off you about your ex and then he dead (That nigga dead) I'm bangin' green but I get mad and leave all red I been that nigga, you gon' get that through your head Bitch, yeah Grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Grew up in that fire He came out a slime He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die) (This is the sound) Don't give a fuck who come behind 'Cause bitch we slangin' iron Take his ass up top like high five Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, yeah (We gon' kill them too) Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round (Nah) 'Cause we gon' get them all (All) We ain't the ones to rep on bitch

BJ on the beat, boy Why the temperature say 80 degrees And I'm the only one fuckin' cold in here? Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these goddamn chains on You think? (Goddamn, BJ with another) 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Take a dub, get some 'woods from the store Actin' tough, put some wood on a hoe Plenty lumber, we be ridin' like some hunters In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros Ask Patrol, I ain't never gon' fold When they go down, we gon' see who gon' froze And my chain on freeze Don't correct the way I speak, if I ain't fuckin' up my count Ayy, why you watching what I'm doin'? She took shots and won over Top I'm on a lap, but won't go overboard I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top He want someone else every time I get bored I'ma sin like I'm 'Sace, he play all the chords If you call out for help, I'll never ignore it Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it Wake up chasin' that money, we makin' up for it, yeah They wan' ride with the slime (Let's go) Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime She gon' take all the time for her to play with my mind She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way that nigga slime, ooh 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Car go, from a push of a button Gun go, from a look all of sudden I got money steady comin' as I'm spendin' every hundred Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna Why she dissin' on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a hoe I got money, I said, I can transform any hoe Make a bitch 4K Trey, I'ma learn me a hoe Cut the grass for the snakes 'til the lawn motor blow 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans For whoever tryna follow me (For whoever tryna follow me) In a safe location, close to sea (In a safe location, close to sea) Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally (Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally) Away from the drama It's just me and me and my 5th baby mama (5th baby mama) You don't want no problems Got that .45 up this bitch, that motor-stopper (That what Herm call it) They took red off the market, got six in the pint, for the 3K, I cop it Bought a watch like a 10K, the X what it sign for, I come out my pocket I had to make me some spiritual choices to knock off his noggin' I wanted some shit with more horses I went to the lot, had to widen the body Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick And don't tell nobody about it Cut you off like the hair on your twat Bitch, I got youngins, they ready to stop shit 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass BJ on the beat, boy (Goddamn, BJ with another one)

PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playing I'm that Smoke a blunt of strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at (I been that) And I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being wild Roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay, I walk in Looking around like where am I at? I just see the girl who's stuck in my head Tried to stay away but she reelin' me in We could have fun for the whole weekend Gotta thank God for the big backend We just had a whole new pack came in I just went and bought new Chanel lense Went on tour and I got new fans Real deal slime, got diamonds on my hands Real shooter time, I just made a hundred bands Lost one friend and I gotta advance Young rich nigga need to buy me some land Real gold digger, she don't need no man She so thick and the tone of her skin Make a nigga wanna try dating again Oh Holly, I'm so sorry You my only friend I feel you right onside me I never want this for the end Your energy keep on calling I pick up It seems like I can't keep 'em off me Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Real street nigga, why they hatin' on me? Tell me why I got this pain inside of me I tried to leave the beef alone, yeah honestly But I've been leaving niggas dead inside the streets Ohh Got them friends tryna bait us I say "hell nah" I'm like Holly All these fuckin drugs that I'm on I got blood running down my arms I don't wanna be alone They fucking fake the shit they say, it only make me stronger Cut out the tops now your dawgs done went missin' We clear out the block with a stick and a Glizzy We cut off her hair when she tryna commit it Interviewed by reporters while sittin' in the Bentley They know I did it while I'm rapping 'bout killing Truth for my city, I'ma say how I feel They say that nigga got several convictions You know how I'm coming, you know how we living Smoke a blunt, a strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at I been that and I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being who I am Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay

(I got Hitman on the beat) Uh (Top, nigga) Spin it, don't compare me to these broke-ass niggas I ain't never blow the whistle Still see all my hoes official Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga We make hot, exotic rentals When you see that window roll down Don't fight back 'til that pole sound This KelTec could knock hoes down Bitch, get up out the way Youngin 16 That's who we got with the Drac' and he ain't got no aim Uh, frontin' that frrt and blowin' flames We gon' fight these cases with tactics, we don't give no names 4KTrey pallbearers, gravediggers, free Five, they got my slime in chains Talk 'nough rah-rah, niggas These niggas gon' die they touch my fuckin' chain Umm hmm Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Ha-ha, laughin', but I'll shoot you in your shit, hold up, baow, baow Take her, then I turn up your lil' bitch, hold up, wow, wow I came with it, make her scrape this extra water on my wrist I got the money, I'm juggin', I'm bouncin' I'm bootin', know nothin' 'bout no juggernaut I got them youngins, them hitters Them killers, you know they gon' turn this shit up a notch I got your ho and she bootin' I buy her a booty, she take 'em all to your spot I put your bitch on a mission She comin' back with it, I buy her Chanel, uh Bitch, I crash out with that semi, they gon' call 12 Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Hold up, umm hmm, I'm with that shit Umm hmm, I kick my stick

(It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Yeah, this Lil Top, nigga, huh You already know how I do it when I come I'ma spit some gangster shit to you You hear me? (Uh) Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Jaz fed over these hoes, I ain't never grow into a man, yeah Four-five in my coat, try me at Coach, you know I'm sprayin' it This bitch plan on stayin' in my home, tryna find out where her man at All night, I drink lean with that bitch and pop Xanax Play with Top, nigga, have your Glock, nigga I come up straight from the block, me and Ten, we ran from cops, nigga Check out how I got that guap, baby, it won't stop, nigga Put switch on back of that Glock, hit him, have his body twitchin' Real gangster or a fake killer? Tell 'em, "Fuck with us" Had you front row at that funeral, nigga, wonderin' if we split 'em I ain't even squeeze that trigger, that's that fuckin' bag that hit him Four-door Magnum with a dirty .30, speedin' to the millions, bitch, get up with me Young rockstar, oh, my God I hope you out here late at night and got your right guide Ain't no surrender, kill the killers, we fill them eyes See street lights, that's a great way for the escape when it's late night Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me (Oh) Save my soul Oh, I miss my old self (yeah) Save my soul Man, this bitch ain't no help (It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Pull up in that Rolls, baby girl, I'm shinin', I'm shinin' I was broke, now, baby, I got money in my pockets Check my mama, bitch, I put them diamonds on her body What the problem? You know young nigga keep around a chopper Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me, no