I Might (feat. YBN Nahmir, $teven Cannon & YBN Almighty Jay) - Lil Xan & Charli XCX

(21, pussy, pussy) shh, shh, sheesh Ayy, ayy, ayy, all these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Pussy, pussy) Ice cream ass niggas (ay, ay) I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games bitch we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred nigga I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Rodney And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with .44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A. I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Ayy, big dawg Savage (21) Toss your baby mama in the air like she a salad (on God) Ratchet bitch while I'm drivin', she from Dallas (straight up) Lil' mama got some buns on her, I call her Patty (21) My model bitch be smokin' all the woods, she from Cali' (21) In my Tesla Roadster (21) My pistol out the holster (On God) I'm double cuppin' syrup, bitch, I don't need no coaster (facts) Opps want promotion (pussy) We put 'em on a poster (pussy) I gunned him down in his own hood 'cause he local (pussy) My watch ten bricks (god shit) Rolling Loud Miami, I pulled up with ten sticks (21) Bitch, smell my fragrance, you can't tell me I ain't rich (21) Big 4L, I ain't shakin' no hand with no snitch (21) Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your partners I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say-say baby, I'm not Sosa, baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda

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

All these pancake ass niggas, weird ass niggas, man What are all these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Ice cream ass niggas) Ayy I keep a rocket in my pocket, socket called a pocket rocket If it's war, we ain't playin' games, bitch, we get it started I'm the man, clip it, keep a hundred, nigga, I'm a gunner When it's beef, we ain't playin' games, we hit you and yo' mama Know that choppa, that's that oppa stoppa, hit you and your pops I fell in love with all this fuckin' money, you in love with drama Say, say baby, I'm not Sosa baby, but I keep a llama Gonna pull up in a new i8, you ridin' in a Honda All these tattoos on my fuckin' body, she say I'm a hottie Why your girlfriend always wanna fuck me, wanna touch my body? We got all type of fuckin' guns, might even have a Tommy I remember them days in the jail, still free my nigga Ryan And free Chris though, 'member we was bouncin' out with 44's A nigga keep it silent, in L.A, I keep a clip though 'Cause no, I can't be lackin' in these streets, I keep a big pole And I can't have no nigga with me if they gon' snitch on us

(That's what I thought you said) (Now, let me offer this as a rebuttal) Ayy, ayy, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang They say, "Lil' Nahmir, where you been at?" I'm just passin' a breeze I been runnin' up a check, that's why these bitches on me I been coolin', layin' low, but I'm not takin' a seat (Izak made this one) But just know a nigga back and this time I won't leave I been runnin', runnin', runnin', gotta check me a bag I got hunnids on my neck and I got Trues on my ass Niggas said I'm goin' broke, well, I just take it and laugh I be speedin' in that foreign with Five-O on my ass But I'm that nigga, I won't ever change, rubbin' off the paint Smokin' dank, got a Uzi in my lap, I let it bang Free Lil Tay, know he keep a 'K, but he not Tay-K I up the chop and let it blow him, watch this bitch heat his face, I'm that nigga And all my young niggas pullin' triggers, we gorillas We let this bitch off until you feel us, for you niggas That's always on IG with them yiggies, takin' pictures Is you really gon' use 'em or you just loafin' for them bitches? You niggas really hoes and you be actin' like these bitches You niggas say y'all silent, but y'all probably in there snitchin' Most the niggas that's around me throwin' C's like they Crippin' But they do it for the twins, free Lil Corey and Lil Christian But I'm rockin' with my shooters and that's mandatory One up top like I'm Mozzy, bitch, I keep a .40 You say I'm lackin', nigga, try me, shoot you and your shorty I'm cookin' up in the lab, like I'm Rick and Morty 40 poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta Hit a opp up, dreads swangin' just like I'm a Rasta Smokin' ganja and I'm zooted, walkin' in my Pradas Any nigga test my gangsta, nigga, I'ma pop 'em And we ain't throwin' hands with you fuck niggas It's one up top up in that chamber, better duck, nigga Niggas dissin' on Lil Valley, he get slumped, nigga We shoot his body, then we lay him in that trunk, nigga I'm one-hundo, bitch, that's on my life, I will never fold A nigga speakin' on Lil Quay, well, then, that nigga gotta go I'm really small, but I can fight, but I'ma still up that pole For you niggas think I'm pussy, you gon' have to show me, ho Police always at my fuckin' crib, I don't tell 'em shit I'm really rappin' 'bout this fuckin' life that I fuckin' live But I be coolin', tryna focus on them fuckin' dividends But if it's money near your head, well, I'ma fuckin' get it, man Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

Feel like I'm (brrra) Ay (ooh) Hehe, fucking around, yeah (brrra) Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ay (what?) Yeah, yeah Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I fucked the game up I drew the game up We do not play bruh In my own lane bruh That bitch is lame bruh You know you is a lame hoe My bitch from over state She gon' come down state What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah What you mean? What you mean? What you mean? Yeah That's ok, that's ok, that's ok, yeah That's ok, that's ok, that's ok, yeah What you mean? Yeah What you mean? Yeah What you mean? Yeah What you mean? That's ok, that's ok, that's ok, that's ok That's ok, that's ok, that's ok, that's ok What you? Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, pink roses, pink lean Pink Audies, pink beans Pretty foreign, bitch clean And my wrist this breezy Xan up, I'm next You know I'm next Your bitch wanna sex Your bitch want Pink roses, pink lean Pink Audies, they like beans I like bean, I like beans, I like lean (he-hey, oh) Fuck it, yeah Fuck it, yeah Fuck it, yeah Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead Ay, I wake up I throw up I feel like I'm dead