AXL Yeah, ah Huh, ha-ah Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions Livin' through tension (ooh) Friends get distant (ooh) Diamond on glisten (ah) They don't wanna mention you (ah) Video instant views (ah-ah-ah-ah) Bitches wanna pick and choose (pick and choose) Diamond like a big igloo My nigga, we runnin' for days, know we got the vision (hm) Livin' like fast in a lane, hope we don't collision (nah) We ate vindaloos, she looking at my finsta too She become an instant boo (ah-ah-ah) Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (a city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions VVS's on me Look how a heavy hitter step He try to flex with his shit in the club We took his chains off his neck They know I like to keep it cool The killers with me gon' make a mess I got a check and flew out to Miami But they know the K is what I rep' She say she love me I ain't say I love her But she know I love to give her sex (Hold on) She pull up on me, I'ma give her dick Ain't no reason for me to send a text I'm in this bitch with the trap lord In the trap and we cookin' a mess Lamborghini 220 the dashboard Switch it up and go hop it a 'Vette She get a Birkin She get a big bag if we fuck I got a big bag full of Runtz I'm putting straight gas in the blunt I tell her twerk it She give me straight ass 'til I'm done She doin' anything a nigga say If I tell you suck it do it 'til I cum Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (a city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions I got no ceilings, I never had 'em, nigga Pop me a handle bar, then I handle business I'm on that Actavis, call it Activism I like my chinchillas soft as caterpillars I got no issues, but I got ammunition in case I got issues Chop a kilo down like paper and scissor China white, bitch, I'm breaking the dishes Hands down, bitch, I'm too out of hand Hands up, I kill you with my hands Masked up like I flew from Japan Bap, bap, that's for you and your man No cap, cap, I don't do it with words Flap, flap, that's my wings you just heard Yeah, kidnap ain't a thing for them birds No trap rap, I'm way in the suburbs Rolls Royce Stars came on the roof, but I removed the roof And we can see the stars, bitch I got dogs on the loose Now, you can call a truce but I can call 'em off, bitch I got dogs that don't roof Got bitches fallin' through and niggas fallin' off shit I ain't got no fuckin' feelings Got you catchin' fuckin' feelings Fuck your feelings, bitch Ain't playin' with niggas (yeah) 'Cause we are them niggas (we are them niggas) We roll like gorillas (we roll like gorillas) We are the winners (and we are the realest) Grew up with the hitters (hitters) We came from the city of killers (a city of killers, alright) We are the littest (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Like Wayne, I got no ceilings (no, I have no ceilings) Where is the ceilings? (Where is the ceilings?) I see no ceilings (I see no ceilings) We got no feelings (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) We all know we got no feelings (oh, right) Our brothers that sit in the cage (yeah) We miss ya (yeah) Niggas go out in a blaze (ah) Making hard decisions

Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker Cocky khaki jacket jacker Slap-happy faggot slapper, bah-bah Iraqi rocket launcher Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper Dang, dang, dang, skeet, skeet, skeet She do that thing for three retweets The album feel like '92 Now take that ball 'fore he three-peat Chance, ho, acid, cruising on that LSD Ask Joseph about my deal He looked back said, "Hell yeah, let's eat" This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that Xan', and all my ladies bob that back This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam Young Rascal Flatts, young ass kid ass could rap Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack and Fourths of weed, I'm back to pack on hands With young Cletus to pat my back Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right Just here to rap them songs Rag on my hair, wrap weed in Vegas, rockin' Vagabonds Sang a song, oh, you don't know? What? Well, I still bang with you Hang with you, sip drank with you As long as I can sang with you like This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that Xan', and all my ladies bob that back This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam Niggas, please be focused, that Bino, you know this He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6 You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your hood is so clit As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit I'ma be that, CG busy gettin', where the weed at? Bought your girl some new kneepads You're fuckin' with the Fifi bag My stars, egad, she said, "This my favorite song, hold my purse" Now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished Your mom won't play it in the car 'cause it got cursing in it Your boy like, "I'm the one who showed you", he want his percentage 'Cause you were like, "This ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it?" Two-step, white dude's Harlem Shake Why you laughing? 'Cause you Harlem Shake I was never fake, I was just too good to be true That's acid rap, we killed the track You had your chance, and 'Bino too, ooh This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that Xan', and all my ladies bob that back This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam

It's Tokyo, yeah, and I'm boolin' with the (Plugg!) (Ooh) (Skrrt) (Uh) Good gas in my blunt, she got them Yeezy's on (Skrrt, skrrt) Yeah she geekin', she know all the words to my songs (Sauce) I told plug send the pack, he know the shit I'm on I want that fire, want that gas, yeah, I'm all alone (Yeah) And my new chick, yeah, a model so her legs long (Ooh) Big gas in the morning, nothing could go wrong It's the coupe clean? Yeah, exotic green, yeah Got a Tesla, I don't put no gas in it (Skrrt) And she rock designer, yeah, and all vintage I drop racks up on my girl and made my money back (Racks) And yep, I hit it from the back and had her runnin' back (Ooh) And if I show you how to make it, can you triple that? (Sauce) Yeah them niggas lame, ooh, they talk behind your back (Ooh) The same bitches that they fuckin' listen to my raps OG sound, yeah uh, with some underground (Ayy) Yeah I came up, ooh, 'cause I hold it down (Down) Like a freak jawn, tell me what you fuckin' like Know you see me getting money and I'm on them flights (Skrrt) Living real good, uh, I don't need the hype (Uh) I'm a good looking rapper, I'm your mama type (Type) And the neighbors started trippin', thought I was selling drugs (Ooh) The way I got the pack and linked up with the fucking plug See, I remember when they capping, they ain't show no love (No) And now when they pull up, I hit them with the dub (Skrrt) Versace robe on, hopping out the tub, uh-huh Your nigga could never, he a scrub, uh-huh They hate on me but I still show love, uh-huh (Fah) When you on the top, don't give a fuck, uh-huh (Gang) No Milwaukee but I'm runnin' up my bucks, uh-huh Man these niggas know I'm not the one Really my goat put a stick out the truck We got gas, what you want? My brothers got bags, he busting the juggs He stealing my swag, but it's cool though Bad bitch, tell her pull up to the studio Call her to telly, we could make a move though Really might play a nigga like some Yu-Gi-Oh Really might play a nigga like a game When I walk in the function, they say my name I hang with the OGs, they high rank Ka$hWayz or no Wayz, can't fuck with the gang I'ma always show love 'cause I been through pain Only rock with the day ones, you know I can't change (Gang) With the same gang I started with With the same gang, can't tear us apart Yeah, that's my twin, you can't tell us apart We'll kill your man and it's dearly departed Damn, smoking a opp I ran the racks to the tippity top Can't serve you 'cause you look like a cop Boy, don't ask me what's in my cup, double cup Know it's filled with muddy stuff, lean, Crush You know I like my ice crushed, I just fucked his crush I know that I left him crushed, ooh, that's tough Ooh, yeah, take every ho in your city, you know that's us (That's us) I gotta shit on you haters and that is a must (That is a must) I'm having this money for real so I'm calling your bluff (Calling your bluff) I just be fucking your bitch and you falling in love (Plugg!)

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woo-woah, yeah Girls like you (girls like you) Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bad bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude A lot of ass on her lip, body bad, you strip Pretty face, but a flip, in her bag with the chip (Chip) Blowin' racks at the Fifth, girl, keep it up, I can see ya Ain't nothin' like I got, I don't need you (need) Yeah, yeah (yeah, ooh, yeah) Those are the ones Those are the ones Stand on your heart (heart) And look in your eyes (eyes) I know I broke a lot of hearts (a lot of hearts) Gave my share of scars, but (ooh, yeah) Ain't nothin' worse than a broken man Can't tell your bros, they won't understand Drown out the pain with a loyal fan Use your pussy power 'cause you know you can, oh Girls like you (girls like you, ooh) Always got a bad attitude (attitude, ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude (bitches rude) God made bad bitches rude (ooh, yeah) Girls like you Always got a bad attitude (ooh, yeah) God made bad bitches rude God made bad bitches rude

Dolla Dolla you know you the shit Dolla you know you the shit Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit Dolla pull up with your bitch, ay Dolla pull up in the Benz, ay Dolla go fuck on your friends, ay Dolla that's my favorite artist, ay Dolla go fucking retarded, ay Dolla got dollars on dollars, ay Dolla got '64 Impala, ay Dolla got sold out shows yeah Dolla got 25 hoes yeah Dolla smoke a big ass pound yeah Dolla make a bitch go down yeah Dolla fuck her on the couch yeah Dolla fuck her on the couch yeah Keys all on the couch yeah Might drop Dolla out yeah Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit Dolla pull up with your bitch, ay Dolla pull up in the Bent, ay Dolla go fuck on your friends, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, yeah Dolla you know you a boss, uh Dolla go pull up and flex, ay Dolla go fuck with his drawers on Dolla get litty on shrooms Dolla get head in the pool Dolla ain't jumping on boom, no-no Dolla ain't jumping on broom Dolla been smoking with Wiz, yeah-yeah Dolla got love for the kids, yeah-yeah Dolla flew in on the jet Dolla just bought a Rolex, yeah Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit Dolla pull up with your bitch, ay Dolla pull up in the Bent, ay Dolla go fuck on your friends, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, ay Dolla you know you the shit, yeah

No-no, no-no, no-no Yeah, yeah, yeah No-no, no-no She only calling when she want the juice Only calling when I bust a move Young nigga broke all the rules All these hoes acting brand new Started off with a dime Now everywhere I go, I shine All these bitches you wanna ride But really I ain't got the time She only call me when she want the juice Only call me when she want the juice No-no, no-no, no-no, yeah, yeah, yeah Only call me when she want the juice That's what she do, that's what she do No-no, no-no, no-no I was so low Had no one to call on Gave you my phone number How you get my number? Calling me, see I got my cake up Young niggas came up And how you get my number? They doubted me and now she want my energy We ain't got no chemistry but I still might fuck tho Yeah, yeah, yeah I now your type girl, now your type You the type that wanna shine You the type that want that life Girl get up out my life She only calling when she want the juice Only calling when I bust a move Young nigga broke all the rules All these hoes acting brand new Started off with a dime Now everywhere I go, I shine All these bitches you wanna ride But really I ain't got the time She only call me when she want the juice Only call me when she want the juice No-no, no-no, no-no, yeah, yeah, yeah Only call me when she want the juice That's what she do, that's what she do No-no, no-no, no-no She turns me Sitting in the living room She's seen all my interviews She loves giving headlines like I'm breaking news So often I can see she loves me I'm just not that into you Girl come let me fuck, I fix your attitude They doubted me and now she want my energy We ain't got no chemistry but I still might fuck tho Yeah, yeah, yeah I now your type girl, now your type You the type that wanna shine You the type that want that life Girl get up out my life She only calling when she want the juice Want the juice, want the juice, want the juice, want the juice She only calling when she want Only calling when she want the juice She only calling when she want Only calling when I bust a move Young nigga broke all the rules All these hoes acting brand new No-no, no-no, no-no No-no, no-no, no-no, yeah, yeah, yeah Calling me, see I got my cake up Ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh Girl get up out my life Ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh, ohh-ohhh-ohhh

Tell me when you're ready I'll be there when you're ready for me You're just a queen on a king bed I can be your throne for the evening Hit me up and I'll pick you up I love how you're versatile I love the way you switch your positions up First, one leg in the sky now they're both on a ride You gotta come through Like that time in Toronto Feeling like I'm touching on you when I'm not around Girl it's something like voodoo Can't even compare that body to nobody else They don't do it like you do, you do (You know) What you want (You know) What you need from me (You know) It's all about you (You know) It's your turn to be Greedy, greedy, greedy It's okay to be Greedy, greedy, greedy (Greedy) We're having sex and taking trips So we're cumming and going Love this relationship and all the things you show me on the regular When I'm on my knees, it's just to pleasure you I'm okay with looking like I'm begging though I put diamonds all over your pedastal Now your body numb, it's like an edible Your gummy in my mouth tastes incredible Just to let you know (You know) What you want (You know) What you need from me (You know) It's all about you (You know) It's your turn to be Greedy, greedy, greedy It's okay to be Greedy, greedy, greedy (Greedy) Your turn to be, yeah Oh Said it's (Your turn, your turn) It's all about you, yeah (Said it's your turn, your turn) Round after round, you're losing your count (Said it's your turn, your turn) As soon as you finish you know it's still your turn