Five stars, feet up, T'd up, VV'd up, I know your vibe (ayy) Mansion'd up, key'd it up, Bentley truck, doubled up, parked outside (Hitmaka) You see it, baby (you) It ain't no need to explain it, nah, nah, nah They won't know you came That's what it's made for, baby And that's what I paid for, baby So tell me what it's hittin' for, baby Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (ayy) Pay off your landlord, baby Tell him, meet me at the door, baby On your ex nigga hit ignore, baby Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (sheesh) Five stars, feet up, T'd up, VV'd up, I know your vibe (ayy) Mansion'd up, key'd it up, Bentley truck, doubled up, parked outside You see it, baby (you) It ain't no need to explain it, nah, nah, nah They won't know you came Oh, you see it, baby (you) It ain't no need to explain it, nah, nah, nah They won't know you came (It's Eazy) Yeah, highkey, I'm tired of bein' lowkey, I want you stay the night (night) Girl, I'm through with tryna hide you, ooh-ooh-ooh I don't wanna be a secret no morе (no more) Don't know how long that I can keep it no more (no more) Got hella pics saved in my camеra roll Your favorite angles Five stars, feet up, T'd up, VV'd up, I know your vibe (ayy) Mansion'd up, key'd it up, Bentley truck, doubled up, parked outside You see it, baby (you) It ain't no need to explain it, nah, nah, nah They won't know you came Oh, you see it, baby (you) It ain't no need to explain it, nah, nah, nah They won't know you came (came) That you was drippin' like rain And you was screamin' my name If you know you know, if you know you know, oh-oh Give you pleasure and pain (pain) And it'll always be this way Won't nobody ever know you came You see it, baby (you) It ain't no need to explain it, nah, nah, nah They won't know you came Oh, you see it, baby (you) It ain't no need to explain it, nah, nah, nah They won't know you came (It's Eazy) Five stars, feet up, T'd up, VV'd up, I know your vibe (ayy) Mansion'd up, key'd it up, Bentley truck, doubled up, parked outside

Grief is a bitch, it shows up with someone you miss Heavy like a pillowcase of bricks, ah-ah Feels like a punch when it hits Grief is a bitch Depression's so hard It sneaks in and poisons your heart Builds you a cage in the dark, ah-ah The only way out looks too far Depression's so hard If you know then you know If you know, guess I'm not alone (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Guess I'm not alone (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Peace is so still It hugs you when nobody will Fills spaces that nothing else fills, ah-ah When chaos comes creeping to kill Peace is so still Joy is so sweet Somedays it's harder to keep When it's there it's so easy to see, ah-ah And it don't give up, it believes Joy is so sweet If you know then you know If you know, guess I'm not alone If you know then you know And if you know, guess I'm not alone Oh Guess I'm not alone Oh Life is so good Even when it doesn't seem so good It's a little bit misunderstood Wonder if you should hold, you should Yeah you should 'Cause life is so good

Tahj Money TouchofTrent be wildin' with it You go out with your friends and forget I'm your man Girls night out turn to a fight when you do come in I sent you a text, act like you ain't see it but it said you did Half your friends like being hoes but they ain't got no man You take shots and be on TikTok, that got my dick hot I can't step out like I'm regular, you know I'm a big opp Three hundred cash sound like a ton but that's just for the wrist watch I got ten cars in my garage and you can drive the big one I see your DM from some niggas, act like they don't DM I should tell 'em to shoot they shot and get back for their BM But she told me, "Don't say too much" I said, "I am", she said I play too much If I tell I love you one time, you say, I don't say it enough If I say it a thousand times, you say I say it too much I wanna put my tongue inside you whenever I lay on your butt I'm tryna make you say my name whenever I get in your guts You know like I know Your friends act like hoes And my bros act like hoes But you know how that goes I tell you every time, don't you worry 'bout my friends I know you know it's nothing, I don't care about what they saying I say charge it to the game No, I'll never taint your name I ain't never ever play about ya You need some reassurance, I can do that for ya But don't ignore when I say I need the same from ya And you told me I be doing too much I say, "I know", but we been through it enough You know like I know (I know) Your friends act like hoes (oh, oh) And my bros act like hoes (oh, oh) But you know how that goes Every hour of the day I think of you And every time I sleep, I dream of you Ain't no other love like mine for you Oh-oh, you know how that goes Every hour of the day I think of you And every time I sleep, I dream of you Ain't no other love like mine for you Oh-oh, you know how that goes I hear some of your friends slide on they old hoes Birds flock together, y'all flew out to Cabo You say you'll always be loyal, how the fuck should I know? She want new purses, and to go wherever I go Huh? I told my bro don't you move like no hoe I don't get Perkys no more And niggas only buy they bitches flowers because of Durkio She on her period, hit in the shower, I still want it, hoe Let me know if it's uncomfortable You know like I know Your friends act like hoes And my bros act like hoes But you know how that goes

Ain't no way that I could stop payin', I pull off, baby started way too soon I run it up a lot, car cost a lot, and it go, "Vroom, vroom, vroom!" I move around with Glocks, pocket rocket, shots goin' off, "Boom, boom, boom!" On the jet ski, snot comin' out my nose, doin' eighty, vroom, vroom, vroom! Bitch, I come from the mud, so I'm new to this life I just made 30K, I'ma cool for the night Get to clutchin' my pole, I'ma like, "Who tryna fight?" They just hang off my shoe like a pooper (ha!) Hoodie hang off my hair like I'm Ku Klux tonight 30 on me, I swear I might oot up tonight I might slide through his block and then shoot off a bike Little shorty a thot, she my boo for the night He get boomed tryna reach for some ice Got a Ruger the size of a ruler Knife, it go right through ya' and do ya' She gon' eat up and squeeze on the pipe Drivin' 'Raris and Lamb's on the regular Cartier glasses, yeah, it's on sight I don't care if they go left or right We gon' be up in this bitch forever ever I'ma put up them shots, I could never let up And you sit in the back, you ain't never been in this The truck in the front like a elephant A Moncler and a hoodie, I never sweater I might fuck on a thot, I could never sweat her If I go drill on the opps, need a better sweater Bitch, I'm still in the ho with' my feet up We catch a opp, we gon' sweep up Spot a opp on a block, gotta creep up My heart cold like it's stuck in the freezer Up this pole and I bet he gon' freeze up For some guap, man, I bet she gon' eat up I swear I don't need her With the gang, man, I swear I won't leave 'em I stay with my bros even though I don't need 'em Mask back and I know how to creep up Ha! Ain't no way that I could stop payin', I pull off, baby started way too soon I run it up a lot, car cost a lot, and it go, "Vroom, vroom, vroom!" I move around with Glocks, pocket rocket, shots goin' off, "Boom, boom, boom!" On the jet ski, snot comin' out my nose, doin' eighty, vroom, vroom, vroom!

It was love at first sight I know From the way she looked at me Her eyes said it all Long days and nights, we spent (grrrah) Until she dropped the bomb on me (grrrah, grrrah, uh huh) When she said that she Was unhappily married with children And I wish I never— I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream She act bad, she got the ass in the booth Off the Migos and D'us', she gon do what she do, like They know how we step, she go left, better move right In my cup it be topped, baby girl I don't do, like Come and party and see what the goons like It's a movie, we gon' get drunk and then fuck in Jacuzzi Lil' shorty a cutie, the one that keep shaking the jatt with the tat on the booty She gon' get low and then give me that skully Ski mask, .40 on me and my hoodie Icy, let a nigga try to book me That's what she like, she know I ain't no rookie Catch an opp, I turn into a bully B-b-back out and hit him with this fully And she gon' eat me just 'cause how I'm lookin' Dreads hang low, how they lookin', like I might give her a ten, look Shittin' on bitches again Shakin' her hips, goin' in She a baddie, with her friend Let her do what she do She feelin' good, do not fuck up her mood I-it get tact, just watch how you move New chop kick like it got a boot I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream Okay, that nigga, he lit Off the Migos she gon take off with me O-o-okay, look both ways Shorty a cutie, might slide first base Put the tail on the booty It's a booty, it's a beauty Let's get into it, shit wet, like Jacuzzi My guns being choosy Got guns, Call of Duty Money in my pocket, he ain't fit in Ksubis Doing myself, don't need no army If you need me, just come call me What-what-what, tryna fuck-fuck-fuck Brr, buh-buh-buh, got sticks and drums My favorite style, yeah shit be doggy Offer dick, yeah, dick you froggy Huh-huh-huh, you a slut-slut-slut? Made her cum, actin' bad for what? I like how you look in them jeans Might go and just get a Celine We ballin', this shit not a dream Like Spalding, this shit showin' green I-I make it happen, for the team Dior fabric, lookin' clean She actin' bad, I get to clappin', like All you gon' hear is her scream Put the tail on her booty It's a booty, it's a beauty Wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh Brr, buh-buh-buh, wuh-wuh-wuh (Oh) Tryna fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck Tryna fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck (grrrah, grrrah, grrrah-grrrah)

(Glo made that beat?) Grrah Grrah-grrah Look Fuck all the opps we gon'— First nigga seen, we gon' click at his hat Fed's on our ass but we makin' it— Look Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat Feds on our ass but we makin' it tact' Perc' bussin', I'm geekin', I cannot relax He lovin' that thot but we hit in the trap If he throw up a Y then he meetin' his death I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set Pour a deuce in the Faygo, I sip for the stress If he movin' wock then I'm bound to react Bullets beat on his chest and then come out his back Who lookin' for me? They know where I'm at He come through my way, put the beam on his chest I be tryna trust, she keep lyin' to me Bitches out here, they be dyin' to meet Everywhere that I go, keep the iron on me I'm too deep in this shit, niggas plottin' on me One in the head, heard they slidin' on me You get caught at the light then I'm flockin' the V I see the opps, I ain't coppin' a plea I got new opps I been dyin' to meet If he up it on me, then you dyin' with me No, I ain't gon' play, I'm gon' up it and flame Niggas talkin' on bro, make him dance like he Dane And he hit the floor, put some feets on his brain I don't need to be broke to go snatch me a chain I don't need me a pill to go put in some pain Big Die Y, we ain't jackin' that gang If he scream RPT then we lettin' it flame We get money, we get tipsy It get ugly, clips empty So don't try to run, 'cause, on bro, it get risky He could run, if he run, I'ma turn him to Ricky Get the addy, we right at his doormat First one come to the door, make 'em fall back Young shooters, I swear that they on that They get it done and they spin in the four pack Try to step in my shoes, that shit give you the chills Got a mil' in my name, everything is a mil' I ain't dissin' no more, labels tellin' me, "Chill" So just read in between, give a fuck how you feel If he mention the dead then he flyin' with Dub I ain't speak on the dead 'cause I really got love Oh they linked in the back? Then the feature a dub Now look One false move then I'm blastin' this bitch Like, one quick spin, yeah, we clappin' 'em quick If you scream the wrong gang we ain't havin' that shit Gotta stay on one side, gotta die with that clique And when I come around niggas laughin' and shit But when I'm not around they be chattin' and shit Never settle for nothin', gotta keep it buggin' If she try to line, I'ma die with the bitch Grrah-grrah, bow-bow, bussin' and shit GBGs, DOA, up in this shit Ain't no love in this bitch, give a fuck who you with Big EBK, give a fuck who you is Fuck all the opps, spin the front and the back If we catch a opp lackin', we click at his hat Feds on our ass but we makin' it tact' Perc' bussin', I'm geekin', I cannot relax He lovin' that thot but we hit in the trap If he throw up a Y then he meetin' his death I'ma tweak on a bitch if she droppin' the set Pour a deuce in the Faygo, I sip for the stress If they droppin' a O then we keep it official Fuck Die Y, we gon' geek on this shit Lets geek on the bitch That's big Die Y, we gon' geek on this shit

Que lo que, what's the word? Que tu hace, what we doin'? We spot a opp, get to shootin' But do 'em like Wasca, what we boomin' We makin' movies, so don't walk up Niggas hidin' and shit, they ain't stupid Pop out the cut, how we do it He don't got no drills, but he make good music Like, she tryna come to my casa 'Cause she tryna give me that culo And it's still, "Free Flocka" out the you know Hit and quit it, we can't fall for no group ho I'm the one, number uno Just havin' fun, let a few go Hit it good, make her scream Papi Chulo .40 flip a nigga like a Sumo When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro I'm too crafty, like, who wanna see that I keep it on me, I don't need a b-bag We like 4 deep, we got three straps Shorty on me, throw that thin' back One of the bros be the watchout If we catch a opp, he get clocked out Bullets hit hard, that's a knockout We say 'tiro, then let a shot out He act bad, then I'm backin' him down And then after that, ain't no gettin' up There go my cup, pass me my soda Pour up that lean, 'cause I can't get enough And she used to move wocky Hit it from the side, got her callin' me Papi Get to the money, these niggas broke And this is for all the opp niggas that watch me When we on that block, tiro Niggas hidin' and shit when he sendin' When we catch a opp, tiro Shot from the Glock got 'em limpin' Niggas be actin' like Deebo He don't see what I see, though Shooter wit' me and I call him Carlito Tiro Grrah, tiro Tiro