DDS I'm not dimmin' my light for no one I'm done with showin' my emotion I always felt chosen It take a lot to get me open This is not yours, I got five thousand problems He just like me, if you grew up, Uncle Jesse in your household You just like me, if you believe in God, not the Bible I'ma get double, and get them pussies off my payroll You just like me if you want to start your own label Make sure you got control, 'cause they gon' try to play you Got the tint on my window, this ain't a rental, this my baby 'Fore I let you drive my whip, I drive a bitch crazy My shooter don't miss, his nickname Da Aim-y Knick-knock on houses, don't touch the babies You're just like me, you're so amazin' You're just like me if you were born in America You're just like me if you won't never call the sheriff You're just like me if you don't fuck with the President (whoa) You're just like me if you're unaware of it Just like me, you're so cocky and so arrogant Just like me, you pay DTE, yeah, all because of Tom Edison I'm not dimmin' my light for no one I'm done with showin' my emotion I always felt chosen It take a lot to get me open This is not yours, I got five thousand problems He just like me, if you grew up, Uncle Jesse in your household He just like me We gon' light it up like a fire in this bitch Like it's sirens in this bitch (ayy) Used to walk through the mall like, "Who hirin' in this bitch?" Now I walk through the mall, spend a wire in that bitch You just like me, go hard on a bitch (bitch) Just like me, nah, I ain't gon' snitch (snitch) Just like me, you see fog in the mirror But just like me, you got your mind on a billion You just like me, ayy You just like me, you want a king like Coretta Sound just like me, but I do it way better Just like me, cashmere sweaters She wanna do 69, ain't no tellin' You just like me, bitch, dripped in Margiela He just like me, had a nigga on the tether You just like me if you tryna get it together I'm not dimmin' my light for no one I'm done with showin' my emotion I always felt chosen It take a lot to get me open This is not yours, I got five thousand problems He just like me, if you grew up, Uncle Jesse in your household He just like me Just like me 24 hours in a day like me, yeah You just like me That's why I fuck with you 'Cause you just like me

My Eastside niggas, my [?] niggas, my PA niggas Got shooters on the Westside and the Southwest Ask 'em what the target is, they say it's yo' chest nigga Let a nigga try me, try me I'mma get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin' with nobody Fuck around and I'mma catch a body Let a nigga try me, try me I'mma have this muhfucka singin' like a hostage If I ever took two slugs to the body Just promise me you'll put some Avion in my IV What you know about that broad day in the morning? Nigga come and split ya melon, nigga, while you yawnin' Make a pretzel out ya auntie house just to get yo' cuz' nigga Got mine off the stove, I ain't fuckin' wit' no oven nigga I was raised in the field, I ain't got no chill Still ridin' wit' that *click* like I ain't got no deal I'm in love with the coco, [?] See this why I told my wrist, these bitches watch it like it's porno From where they finger fuck that F&H just like it's a freaky bitch 12 watchin' surveillance tape just like it's a freaky flick Where we at, they count they money, now Tommy in the club Told my nigga "Grab them choppers nigga don't forget ya glove" Tommys, macks and choppers bring that bitch up out him Shoes cost a fortune, so watch where you walking While she be gettin' fly, bitch I do this often We be cuttin' up in traffic but we often dolphins Leave a nigga swimmin', have yo' funeral in that ocean They say "DeJ got the juice", yeah I got that potion, whoa And I keep that nine on me so play crazy, it's fine with me Choppers scream, you go down on me, whoh I'll get her on my song, I was just like "free Remy" All these bitches throwin' shots, come get you some free Henny, eh Whoa, where she find that? She ain't signed yet She ain't competing with these hoes, it ain't no contest Just let a nigga try me, bet I'll be Wit' a school bus full of muhfuckas ridin' Wit' extended magazines on 'em right beside me Fully automatic cami but it ain't gon' hide me But I promise I'll be damned I let a nigga rob me I'd die myself to see y'all dead, I'm a kamikaze But I'm stylin' and retarded, get ya car hit, yeah Gon' let a broad get ya and ya bodyguard hit Yeah, cause won't be nothin' to talk about No use in calling all these people askin' how to squash it now Aye, you violate, we demonstrate Nigga Hustle Gang over everything I ain't like them niggas anyway Aye, they bankroll is my dinner plate See a fuck nigga on the interstate I'll fire his ass up then get away And full circle, yeah my patience may be tarnished But my chopper and my G-code, they stay polished So just let a nigga

Lost at sea nigga Can't see nothing but the water Ay we ain't playin' 'bout this side You owe me money, better hide Too many niggas, that done tried Too many niggas, that done died I tuck the pistol when I ride Got pretty bitches getting high 007, I'm golden And I brought my set to the NOLA Nigga know what I'm doing Bad hoes I'm pursuing Bitch I'm icy like a Bruin Bitch we icy, fuck a Bruin Hit that pussy from the back I'm Chipper Jones with a bat Ran off on the plug And we ain't never coming back See me and Tunechi got a stack See me and Stunner got a stack See being broke is like an ex And I ain't never going back My jewelry shine like a plaque You tuck your chain, you a bitch Load the chopper, yelling free the 'Woper Know we Gucci 'cause I'm from the six Notice how I hustle no play They been tryna block us all day We ain't finna let 'em stop us So I'm still on the block with my gun Ay we ain't playin' 'bout this side You owe me money, better hide Too many niggas, that done tried Too many niggas, that done died I tuck the pistol when I ride Got pretty bitches getting high 007, I'm golden And I brought my set to the NOLA I said woah woah, yeah yeah Chopper gon' hit you from both sides Niggas be thinking shit sweet 'til we pop up Kids close your eyes Make sure before you come for me Bitch close your thighs Hoes can't control they selves It's a must they die You don't even want to know what's in the trunk That ain't the trunk, bitch that's the trunk I been the shit since I was on sippy cups You ain't got balls, pull your zipper up That's a hundred right there, cool fifty tucked Try to touch anything, we go cocoa puffs Yeah, crack your coconut Pussy Notice how I hustle no play They been tryna block us all day We ain't finna let 'em stop us So I'm still on the block with my gun Ay we ain't playin' 'bout this side You owe me money, better hide Too many niggas, that done tried Too many niggas, that done died I tuck the pistol when I ride Got pretty bitches getting high 007, I'm golden And I brought my set to the NOLA

I'll be a lady in the streets In a dress with her hair tied up Or I can be a freak in the sheets In the room with her hands tied up It's whatever you want, whatever you like It's not a problem at all, whatever you like I need a chick true talk, not fake with her walk She got her hair done right, i be breakin' her off I like them girls when I'm ready she be taking it off She be tellin' me what to do cause she think she the boss And i don't say nothin' to her, I let that money talk We don't never trip much, we be shakin' it off Win, lose, or draw, i back against the wall I'm willing to grow, cause I've wanted it all I'm one of a kind, she one of them dimes Been at it for a while, we puttin' in time I'm lovin' her thoughts, she changing my mind We learnin' together, the stars align Fly face, nice body, and swag crazy She work and she goin' to school, she ain't lazy And she out and about, she look wavy And when they try to ask whats up, she say Casey I'll be a lady in the streets In a dress with her hair tied up Or I can be a freak in the sheets In the room with her hands tied up It's whatever you want, whatever you like It's not a problem at all, whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like (She'll do whatever i like) Whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like (She'll do whatever I like) (She'll do whatever I like) Yeah, shorty really rock with me I took her to the block with me She probably spent the whole night with me Take a gold shot with me All them girls flock for me But she the one that's gone ride with me We cruise through the hood, end up in Beverly Hills We talked about how the lime light was never that real She asked me questions about her sex, like how does it feel Shorty you're the best, I'm just keepin' it real I'll be a lady in the streets In a dress with her hair tied up Or I can be a freak in the sheets In the room with her hands tied up It's whatever you want, whatever you like It's not a problem at all, whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like (She'll do whatever i like) Whatever you like Whatever you like Whatever you like (She'll do whatever I like) (She'll do whatever I like) Ladies grab your girl by the hand, let them know that you're versatile Let them know you run shit in advance Back it up on em' yeah, do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance Do your dance I'll be a lady in the streets In a dress with her hair tied up Or I can be a freak in the sheets In the room with her hands tied up It's whatever you want, whatever you like It's not a problem at all, whatever you like

Ridin' rubber, rent checks, livin' on ramen Chappin' our ass 'cause we can't afford Charmin Rockin' that one-ply, one-ply Shakin' down the couch, found a buffalo nickel Medium guitar pick, Burger King pickle It's kinda petrified, petrified Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Girl, I sure can't tell you've been workin' your butt off The way you're rockin' them second-hand cutoffs Can I talk you into takin' 'em off? Score a little discount, 6-pack Keystone Use a paper sack, twist a little home grown Go on and get a Friday night on Girl, one of these days, gonna look back laughin' Sippin' pomegranate sake at Nobu But, baby, 'til then I'm a have-not havin' And everything I have's got, with you Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Dollar's worth of gas didn't even move the needle Livin' this leave-a-penny, take-a-penny life Doors unlocked 'cause there's nothin' left to steal Haw, baby doll, that's alright Hey, girl, got that million dollar kiss Know just what to do with it Gettin' me feelin' filthy rich Hey, girl, put that body all on me Like I hit the lottery Everything you do to me, honey, that's money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money

I've been working so hard, I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I get this feeling, that time's just holding me down I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues everybody cut footloose You're playing so cool, obeying every rule Dig a way down in your heart You're burning, yearning for some Somebody to tell you That life ain't passing you by I'm trying to tell you It will if you don't even try You can fly if you'd only cut loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go Lose your blues everybody cut footloose, Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa Cut footloose, Whoa. Cut footloose, Whoa We got to turn you around And put your feet on the ground Now take a hold of your soul I'm turning it loose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose Footloose kick off your Sunday shoes Please, Louise pull me off a my knees Jack, get back c'mon before we crack Lose your blues Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut (Everybody) Everybody cut everybody cut Everybody everybody cut footloose

BLAKE Following the viral success of his breakout hit "Flexin" in late 2016, San Antonio rapper BLAKE... read more Ay, ay Woof Ay, ay Look Diamonds look like piss (piss) Diamond chain on piss (piss) Now my wrist on sick (sick) Now my bitch real thick (thick) Pull up, then I skrrt (skrrt) Look at they expression (spression) Ben Frank on me too, he blue I think he got depression Diamonds look like water (water) She drip drip like water (water) Hit that bitch, don't call her (call her) Dodge like Charger (Charger) Pull up then I charge her Lil' bitch bad and bougie Can't dap you up, you a fuck nigga Fuck niggas got cooties I'ma leave they feelings hurting Windows down on purpose Hanging out the window, swerving Baby Snapchat made me nervous 'Cause my main bitch, she be lurking I swear she do the most Boy, you talk a lot Let's talk about why you so broke Wait, talk too much, bitch, shut up I'm your young dumb motherfucker BLAKE, why your belt unbuckled? Tryna save your bitch some trouble (wait) Ex-bitch mad, oh well (well) Cop that pack wholesale (sale) Mama like, "What's that smell?" Had to move the pack out the crib that's hell Panoramic my whip Hoes all on my tip 100s blue like a crip Bust my nut... dip Left wrist, holy moly (damn) Fuck you niggas, we not homies Used to have to cop the O-Z Now a nigga need the whole thing Pull up, then I skip Keep it brief and quick Tripping over a bitch Broke niggas make me sick No, I won't call her Fuck her, don't bother One hundred, need charger One hundred, need charger On fleek, yup Bossed up, yup Turning heads, right left Strike a pose, yup Yeah, I seen them pussy niggas Pussy nigga, do you need some help That boy there gon' need some milk Flex on 'em, yup Bitch I'm feeling dangerous Wrist on fucking singing Beat so fucking dangling Belt so fucking hanging Had to hit 'em back 'Cause that ass was like on whoa (whoa) Niggas playing games And they stuck in story mode Bitch talking 'bout shrimp and steak (steak) Tell a bitch get out my face (face) I can't take your ass on no date (wait) But I can hit your ass with that BLAKE (ooh) Boy, quit tweeting, it's okay Little nigga all in his feelings Can't figure out why is it Broke niggas always got the most opinions (ooh) Had to show you niggas who's next up Baby, quit talking, that's extra Just say I'd like a checkup Why you peeking my message Ask too many fucking questions Send me one more text message You gonna hate the rolling sessions Why these niggas so lame Wanna talk down on my name Niggas thought that I was playing games Wrist looking like Johnny Dang Lil' boys like, you funny Talking 'bout, you ain't making money Hating on me, but now I got your bitch Ha-ha-ha, God don't like ugly Ha-ha, ha-ha