(Ambezza did it) Long ghetto hair on my bitch ('06, yeah, '06), yeah (yeah) Ghetto hair on my bitch ('06) Look like Flare in '06 Long ghetto hair on my bitch (It's Gucci) Yeah (go) Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane My lil' nigga, gone off a pill, the nigga walk around like Superman Somebody calm him down, he 'bout to shoot the man Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then Yeah, nigga, let's go Feel like La Flare in '06 (yeah) Long ghetto hair on my bitch (uh-huh) I came from them, I wasn't shit (what they do?) Now they sit there and stare at my whip (okay) I can't even put it in park (nah) Somebody down to get hit (yeah) I need somebody carryin' my fifty She ran over her man, he a jit And you could throw my bowl on the floor, I'm a dog (woof, woof) Nigga damn near a pit (woof, woof) I don't think none of them niggas with it at all (nah) Niggas damn near a bitch (none of these niggas) Only 'bout winter, spring, summer, fall (nah) without my hand on the stick (nah) And I'll politely pull up in a brand-new car and bend over his bitch (yeah) Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane My lil' nigga, gone off a pill, the nigga walk around like Superman Somebody calm him down, he 'bout to shoot the man Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then Yeah, nigga, let's go I feel like it's me in '06 and '07, '08, and even '09 ('09) Still hard to kill, the last nigga tried go ask him, he didn't survive (what happened?) I was sittin' in the county, these niggas off runnin' to help They ain't send me a dime (fuck 'em) These niggas be cap, the way I was trappin', went platinum before I was signed (huh) Geeked up, I stayed out of my mind (geeked) Still was ahead of my time (Wop) And I was that man in the middle but made so much profits you thought it was mine (skrrt) And everything top of the line (top) And nothin' ain't changed, I'm still in my prime (brr) I make it look easy, these niggas some copycats, they'll do whatever to shine (it's Gucci) Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane (huh?) My lil' nigga, gone off a pill, the nigga walk around like Superman Somebody calm him down, he 'bout to shoot the man Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then Yeah, nigga, let's go 21, 21, 21 Pistol whip your mans (21) She eat the dick with both her hands (21) Pourin' up Wock', I'm tryna stand (21) Clap at the opps like I'm a fan (21) I got a dub for my advance (21) Hit for a hundred on Moreland Ave Long live Shawty Lo, bitch, I'm the man (21) Home invasion, we tryna go loot somethin' (straight up) Put his face on the stove, thought he knew somethin' (straight up) You a stepper, then go put your boots on (straight up) He get hit the K if he move wrong (straight up) G block, yeah, I trapped in the school zone (straight up) You know I'm the wrong nigga to snooze on (21) Half a ticket on the Rolex blue stone (21) Reach for it, face shot, cut the news on, pussy (21, 21) Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane My lil' nigga, gone off a pill, the nigga walk around like Superman Somebody calm him down, he 'bout to shoot the man Nigga, this that '06 Gucci Mane My trunk won't be still, I'ma play the music loud as the music can You don't like that way I'm ridin'? Catch an Uber then Yeah, nigga, let's go

You know, the comedown, we really feeling soothing The come up got 'em all oozing Took a one way to take it out of Houston Took the Metro and we was still boomin' I just pour 'til I can't pour no more I slow down but it ain't slow no more I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more I pour up 'til I can't pour no more I slow down but it ain't slow no more I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more Nowadays, I be on ecstasy when I'm bored I don't even know who keep it real anymore All that living fast, pour the lean, make ya snore You know I ain't that nigga to be played, do your homework If I could do it all over, I'd make the same mistakes All that fucking over made me who I am today Slime Maybach with the drapes, you can't see me crash I was in the school on a C class I tried the Percy but it ain't work, and I'm a still pop 'em Drinking purple, smokin' purp, I need to see about it All that pain, I'm poppin' molly like an antibiotic I can't help it, I'm a zombie, I can't heal my heartache I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more Tryna be sane but I can't hold no more I wanted fame but I don't know no more I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more Tryna be sane but I can't hold no more I wanted fame but I don't know no more Tried love but I can't no more (Nah) Tryna find loyalty, it ain't no more (Nah) Told myself I wasn't gonna drink no more (On God) It's like the styrofoam glued to me though (Straight up) I feel weak for using drugs to ease the pain (21) From the street, concrete in my vein (Straight up) Lil bit of change make a nigga change (On God) Different tax bracket but my number still the same (Facts) I done seen dope turn a nigga who had hope To a nigga with no hope, hung himself by a rope (Straight up) No joke 'cause he didn't know the ropes And he served an undercover, judge gave his ass a boat (Facts) I done seen fame turn a nigga on his bro Turn a bitch into a nigga, nigga turned into a hoe (21) Identity crisis, people don't know who they is 'Cause these bitches act like niggas And these niggas act like hoes (Straight up) Shooting for the moon but the stars just fine (21) Tryna make a dollar and I'm short nine dimes (21) You know I'm a hustler, I'ma grind 'bout mine (21) Long as I got Metro, nigga I'm gon' shine I sip drank until I can't no more Pour up the lean until I can't no more One more cup, I think I just might snore I sip drank until I can't no more Pour up the lean until I can't no more One more cup, I think I just might snore I just pour 'til I can't pour no more I slow down but it ain't slow no more I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more Tryna be sane but I can't hold no more I wanted fame but I don't know no more Lord, save the world Lord, save the world Lord, save the world Lord, save the world (Lord, save the world) Lord, save the world (Lord, save the world) From this hunger for power (Lord, save the world) From certain destruction's hour Motherfuckers cannot listen to that fuckin' save the world shit No, I don't like it We are totally against that shit You stream it, iPhone or your phone, whatever I'm taking the shit and I'm here to tell you I'm here to keep rap the fucking same He's trying to save it, I'm not You'll all be heroes

Kodak Black I ain't been gettin' high Well, maybe a little, baby, I don't wanna lie I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply Well, you're not an angel either, you can't even fly I notice, you think that you know shit All this shade that's coming at me, I wonder who throws it I got tunnel vision and these niggas out of focus Superduper sniper gang, don't get hit with the scope, kid, oh shit Otay, pray them niggas go away Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil This went hella platinum, nigga it was just a throwaway My album so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a motherfucking snow day Aye, boy is good and he knows it, he don't say it, he shows it I'm just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in I am in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters I got a selfie with Oprah, but I still ain't gonna post it And I'm in my happy place posted, I ain't frown since '06 I ain't cried since '01, they freed Lil Kodak, the kids back let's throw somethin You can come back to mine though, your friend ain't cute, but it's fine though We gon' end on a high note I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I... I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I... (Oooooeeeeeee yeah) I could spot you from a hundred miles away, oh I can see you through my Jim Maui shades, aye When I pull up, I'm in a black Audi a8, aye Leave your man 'cause he ain't nothin' like me, babe I've been trying to get my blower 'cause I ain't never wanting to be linking up I don't ever wanna be doing features I stay far away from these people Said she love me, but I don't believe her Yeah I want you, but I don't need ya Even when I ain't lookin', I see ya You can't even see me, but I see ya I'm just chilling, smokin' reefer Dropping codeine in a liter I've got more stripes than a Zebra I'm a Gemini, she's a Libra Pulling stunts like Evil Kenevile Once I freak her, I'm gonna delete her I was just talking to Auntie Rita Told her "stay out here 'cause we need ya" aye aye I ain't stalking, but I see ya over there, yeah Yeah I'm watching 'cause this Sniper Gang for real, yeah Hit the Dentist, and I'll put diamonds in my grill, yeah Don't think I'm soft girl, I'm just showing you how I feel Aye, yeah yeah yeah, pulled up on a pill Aye, yeah yeah yeah, can see ya from over here Aye, yeah baby girl I can see you in a lift See you riding in a spliff I put VV's in your ear, aye I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I... I spy with my little eye A girlie I can get 'cause she don't get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh, I, I spy with my little eye I spy, I spy with my little eye Oh

Yeah Yo, yo Live fast, die rich, I'm a super bad bitch (bad bitch) Bagged fifth, hit 'em up, told 'em, "Let's do Saks Fifth" Mad I drove the Aston, prayin' that the bags fit (uh-huh) Credit A1, still be talkin' cash shit Boujee bitch off the Ace, but get lit off Patrón Gangster bitch, a female Bugzy Malone Either love me or leave me alone Without a nigga or a stimulus, know I still stand on my own (facts) And I'ma still shine when these hoes throw shade Got the MAC in the bag 'case a ho wan' play (what's up?) Put me next to any bitch, I'm a upgrade (uh-huh) Real bitch, keep a nigga home like a snow day (ooh) But good dick ain't better than a bankroll (bankroll) So a broke nigga better be thankful (thankful) A bust down might make me touch my ankles This pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank hoe Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank hoe Good dick and a bankroll, ain't no way around it Your nigga a killer and a sweetheart, you fuck that regardless I put a couple niggas down, but I grew up for you, shorty I got a Caesar cut clean, comin' through in Armani Boss bitch, she don't depend on nobody So when I buy her shit, they can't never tell if I bought it Foreign cars in my garage, Bentleys, Lambs, and 'Raris Bitch, my lowkey whip an A5, I'm shittin' on Audis Look how you steppin', ma, you so cute, you so fly I don't hit women, but if you rape my heart, bitch, you gon' die I love you so much, you so pretty, I'm finna cry We be bumpin' heads a lot 'cause, babe, we both a Gemini Take my life before you take my bitch from me Want you to fuck me like a poor ho like you need some rent money Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna love on you If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind 'Cause I wanna fuck on you Can I suck on you? Don't call the doctor Don't call your mama Don't call the preacher No, I don't need it

Yeah, Project Baby These streets took my conscience Blee Sniper Gang These streets took my conscience Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main Brown liquor made my dawg insane Booted up a geek, it's the same thang Fish scale or molly, it's the same name Murder by the stains, which gang you claim? The big Patek face cost ten chains Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane For the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel I kick lil' dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel I bought that bitch a wig 'cause she ain't got no hair I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn warrior Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries Run my money up in a hurry Thirteen strippers, James Harden Money make you greedy when you starving Monisha, Tamica, they vouching Before I had anything, I was saucing 'Fore I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey) Me and Future gang gang, same thang I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold? Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul These streets took all my soul from me Tried to leave me in the cold These streets took my conscience from me Now tough love is all I show I know my niggas got love for me And they filling up they nose I know my Levi got love for me She just want everybody to know I know my niggas, they be missin' me So I be posted on the straw I don't even care about how much cash I see I'm always gon' be in the 'No I ran out of money, then they switch lanes I ran it back up, then I switch lanes In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane I brought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray I'm sorry mom, ain't mean to bring you through so much pain I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid These streets took my conscience All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid

This boy got a hit I just want you hear me when I pull up, skrr Have a conversation, don't wanna see you hurt You ain't settle for him 'cause you know your worth Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt These bitches tell you anything to get into your pocket These bitches fucking with me 'cause they know I'm all vibes Pull up in the i8 and these bitches start droppin' She wanna go to my place had these bitches' jaw droppin' See I got tell my feelings gotta tell the truth You could be for these bitches they won't be for you I had a down bitch I ain't know what to do I had to chase this rap shit and go get the loot And I don't mean that I don't give the world to my bitch I know she was down so she deserve to be rich Shawty I'ma go and get you Birkin bags That Rolls Royce you can be the first to have it If I see it, I'm a grab it Take you to Atlanta we gon' flood out Magic You not by my side shawty I can't imagine You make me choosin' you but you know rap my passion I ain't tryna play you this not On Demand Tryna run that check up tryna get them bands That bitch is my fan I am not your man I don't know these bitches they just want my sand Blow up twenty piece 'cause I know I can Put it on a ring so I can ask your hand I'm just tryna blow up while I'm on tour So I can have the flowers hoppin' out that Benz Look at you it's lookin' the mirror Bought you Cartier's now you seeing clearer I bought that new Ferrari we gon' take to dinner Come fuck with double R, we some fucking winners Get your best friend, I call Chris he can tag team along Talkin' 'bout my feelings I ain't tryna brag too long I'm just tryna tell you that I'm all yours Shopping bags, we can have a car full Slide down the window while I pull up Backwoods had the windows rolled up Just make sure that you never ever use me 'Cause I can never fuck with none these groupies Your friend tryna tell you that I ain't a right nigga Don't listen to 'em they tryna have no life with ya Just hang 'em up don't let them break the frame on my picture They fuck the same niggas these bitches won't ride with you See I'm just tryna tell you how I feel inside Turn this music on when you ain't feeling right Turn on Roddy Ricch when niggas tryna vibe I'm in your mind, I'm in your mind Ayy, I'm in your mind Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind Ayy, shawty do you mind Can I just vibe? Ayy, yeah Ayy, don't break the frame on my picture Hey these bitches they won't ride with you Tryna take you to the sky, ride with me Hey, baby I just wanna take you high Fly with me, ayy Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, hey, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, hey This boy got a hit

Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money You know Bird loungin' by the pool You know Donbo comin' with the woo I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers Five-thousand, them bitches brand-new I was ridin' on the jet' with lil Setty He my lil' bro, but that nigga heavy I spent 25 thou' on her titties They took her ass fat right out her belly I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties Eliantte callin' every time I'm ready Off a couple bars, I don't need a medic If I did it, then I meant it and I said it Dwayne Wade, I kept the heat Say she a squirter, it got wet on the seat I got a burden like a man in a meet Feel like I buy another safe every week Fivio said she a wetty I was sittin' at the trap house, whippin' shit out the crocker like Betty All a nigga need 'bout ten racks He'll pop you if you pop a 30 My lil' nigga do dirty He just need the lil' wordie Give a fuck 'bout the verdict Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money Ayy, if I got the time, fuck her like a menace Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist Writin' checks, had to work on my penmanship What you got, I spent more on my fit, I spent more on my bitch 20 bitches on top of the Ritz Got the store, you should cop you some kicks We gettin' money hooray, hooray, hooray Havin' dodey on dodey, ain't talkin' no stimulus We went to war for this shit When you stackin' up paper on paper on paper You gon' need some more of this shit Livin' prototype they gon' copy a nigga I done spent some Ms on my property, nigga Got rich off "The Box" how I box me a nigga Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money

She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on Me and my niggas rollin' in the eight-six On some player shit, but yeah, I keep that TEC, bitch I want a hundred bands on a necklace So I get a hundred bands on my necklace 20K on Instagram so, bitch, you think you poppin'? Chase a bag, won't chase a bitch, 'cause broke shit ain't a option I was kickin' in doors, I was really flockin' Know some niggas down bad, know some niggas locked in That's why I keep that double cup poured up That Rollie on my wrist, you know it's frozed up She want a rich nigga, so she chose us See LA 250 how I roll up She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on My Cuban Diddy Boppin' My Rollie Milly Rockin' It's Ace bottles, if I got it then my niggas got it And we was down bad, now my niggas really shoppin' We cop Birk' bags, 'Lenciaga, Cargan dollars That bitch gon' fuck with niggas 'cause she know I'm ballin' She hit my iPhone, told that bitch stop callin' I clicked on her, told the money, "Bitch, I'm all in" You couldn't dig me, if you did then you would fall in She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on