D-Roc I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills All of my niggas outside, for real I'm 'bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real I'll be hanging outside with guerillas Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas Niggas rather be fly than realer And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up I'm in the gang for the dirty, dirty My right hand keep a .30 clip I done did some time with the murderers I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh Plot 'em every time I put up (put up) Trap house lookin' like a cookout (cookout) He was creepin' up, get the red dot, headshot I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls (Stunna, yeah, Rich Gang) Cap a slingshot on 80 shit Cherry wood in all my whips Do it big, that label shit Created shit but stayed hood rich (stayed rich) That's how we lace this shit Get money, stay break a bitch At the top of the hill, another shootout With a hundred mil', we wave that shit (we wave that shit) Chanel bag, jewelries be hundreds or mo' (hundreds or mo') And I got my whole hood on go (hood on go) Bird call, I hate a lace, then got ghost (got ghost) Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls Uh, stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan Chrome Heart bust, now I weigh it underhand Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag 'Bout to pop another Xan', 'bout to smoke a hundred grams I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man But the light just might be a train comin', man I had to spend some money to win some money I had the rooftop down but still had the tits up on it Weed so good, I taste up on it Lit hoe tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me Rose gold looking like ketchup on me I let that choppa ring, my holy matrimony All red like Patrick, homie Redbone, got her lashes on me I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie Told bae I'm in the booth, you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (yeah) I bought a white Bentayga Had to creep through the night in the spaceship We was runnin' outside from the jake Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh Keep a lot of shooters in the cut, cut And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh Pop out the check, I'ma fuck up, huh Uh, and I got the whole hood on go Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky, all froze Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman Drip, drip, down to my toes Still pull up in the Rolls, Rolls

Aye, aye, Fresh, Stunna Man, we back at it Daddy Them nias be hating on me man 2016, summertime shine, stunting on em Let me tell you the type of st they say about Me (– Juvenile) They say fk you nia, hate you nia, hope You die Hope you catch the stroke and nobody know Why I'ma stay connected like the wifi Need her like a 64 gig iPod puy nia Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate Gon head on and Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, Hate, hate (1 – Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne & Juvenile) When I get this money I'ma kill em 20/20 vision to nias who ain't want to see Me with it Nia fk ya Don't make my trigger smart nias go dumb- Dumb Yeah, yeah, yeah Take me where these hoes at, Adderall and Prozac I'm so fking focused in this bih I just can't Hold back Tell em bring that money bag, beast mode, Running back Big Tymer, Ferragamo, Juvinino where you at? All I do is get it, dude you never get it You be in your feelin's too, my dude you're so Pathetic You got too much sugar in your blood, Diabetic You're sick you got the hate disease and I Ain't tryna get it, no Mixing Cristal and Ciroc I need a name for it, call it Chris Rock I'm in this motherfker looking like a pile of Some guap Come make a name for yourself and puy Pop, puy pop (Repeat) (2 – Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne & Juvenile) Nia got your old girl napping with the whole World Trust me, just me, referee and blow girl That's that boy BM, hit me in the DM Bust that fking puy wide open AM to the PM But that's another story though and I ain't Tryna tell it Now it's on, now you're hanging out with Dime rock Betty And Betty she don't know no better, shoot up Dope or smoke whatever Used to be my homie, now you're mad cause We don't roll together? We're the real nia And I don't give a fk if they was real sisters These nias think they on, hit the kill Switches Money coming bih, my palms and my heels Itching, yeah yeah (Repeat) (3 – Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne & Juvenile) You be hating on a nia like police nia You be barking, you ain't nothing but a Maltise nia When these sharks out, we'll see you they'll Be your teeth nia It's Tune and Juvie we got Mannie on the Beat nia You M-A-D nia, yeah You don't want to see me with a dime out You don't want to say that I couldn't afford Shit You don't even have a watch to tell the time Now And I got 20 karats in my Rolex Nia lean with it, nia rock with it That's some lean double cup with Ciroc with it Nia lean with it, nia rock with it We got Mannie on the beat, bop-bop-bop with It Shots fired, somebody ran up in Juvie house That's far sober enough to have nias Spooking out And I got homies round that I got love for But nias go through shit so I don't root em Out (Repeat) (– Birdman) Yeah, yeah, we back at it daddy Stunna man, you know there's always that one That'll hate Till you put a choppa in his face, you dig? Fresh you're a fool with it Hehe by elvis kiprop

Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint 9 for the thunder Throw a couple hundreds Fishing on a fishtail Big money shit, Cash Money oilwell High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real nigga from the start Head huntin', price on a nigga tab Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga male Niggas Way I'm better than Beethoven To the beat that I rap over Stay outta that medicine cabinet Yeah, that's what they told me Giving us piss tests, cause we stay rollin' And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading They penalize us, tryna slow us down They constantly f-cking us up That's why we're buck wild Call me porch monkey, call me jigaboo When you know you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my barbeque How the f-ck you gon' watch my house But don't wanna live on my street The ape man told Tarzan "how the f-ck you better than me?" Rap I run that rock, and got a jump shot Who we got that black wife, up in that white house I took a look and didn't sell out I was in the? and didn't bail out Hoping the, didn't fail out Back to the top from the jail house Lace 'em up, tie ya shoe Catch a cut, you know what pressure do Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint 9 for the thunder Throw a couple hundreds Fishing on a fishtail Big money shit, cash money oilwell High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real nigga from the start Head huntin', price on a nigga tab Hit 'em up, for playing with a f-cking male Who out c'here f-cking with me, huh? tell me that I'm bout to drop that sh-t, where my pamper at? Try to answer that, or give me my mantle back I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at You dun made that f-cking bed You dun built this f-cking castle? Yeah nigga what the hell Talking baby business, yeah Don't be f-cking with me Cause you wont get off easy I feel just like Drew Brees When they kick off football season How I cut the ref, you can't stop me from bleeding Rappers betta leave me 'lone If they gon' keep on breathing Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on eating And you keep on sucking, and I'mma keep on skeetin You gon' be the one bussing or be the one fleeing You better keep on trucking Ain't nobody wanna f-ck with me this evening Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint 9 for the thunder Throw a couple hundreds Fishing on a fishtail Big money shit, cash money oilwell High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real nigga from the start Head huntin', price on a nigga tab Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga male Uh, ain't it crazy how shit be That's why I flush it I got the Tommy gun with the drum That's percussion I just popped a couple pain pills, self destruction I made something out of nothing, thanks for nothin' I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no discussion Rep, that muthaf-cking red flag like a Russian Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a thrasher We kissed, I lit her ass up than I ashed her No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car My Mary in a jar I'm food, I let the haters add a little salt That's cool, I do it for all the niggas that try And all the bitches I've f-cked, and all my niggas that died Tunechi Birds for the summer Hummers for the runners Candy on the paint 9 for the thunder Throw a couple hundreds Fishing on a fishtail Big money shit, cash money oilwell High roller, shot caller, big boss Original, real nigga from the start Head huntin', price on a nigga tab Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga male

All up n ya ear, rockin' like bamboo (bamboo) Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo (bamboo) Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Uh, the beat is excruciating Your libel to find me up in an old school, Zeniths and Daytons Scooting and skating, beating and quaking, waking up the ave With a yellow bone the same complexion as a cab Money on my agenda ever since I came out the placenta, blowing and puffing on this indicia I'm a movie, I'm a cinema, motion picture gold figure 7 figure nigaa Just because I rap, don't think I won't squeeze the trigga' Not a barber but I pack an extra clippa' Put you in your place Send a couple of crash dummies, open up your face I'm addicted to this fast money rushing like a race Fuckin' around with the baking soda not the toothpaste I'm a do it till it's doomsday, till the day I'm sentenced In the meantime in between time, speak your money into existence Speak your money into existence, talking it up Man you gone live a long time, that's what's up Yea, all up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like, bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Uh, first off, we the opposite of soft We let it get twisted like fingers crossed We stay smoking like bad exhaust Broccolini, Zucchini, aviation, vegetation Broken English, distinguish E40's translation Protection my weapon of choice, magical Walther ppq m2, tactical I like guns with bolt action Like Mossberg So intruders, they'll get what they deserve Everybody in my platoon in a tycoon for sure Trips to Jamaica, vacation buy up the top floor I got ears, I be spitting [?] bitch Wordsmith got a cold sales pitch I can sell paper to a tree, water to the sea, snow to Tahoe, chips to Bellagio Fuckin' Halle Berry's on my bucket list I'll stick my tongue in her pussy lips All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo All up in ya ear, rockin' like bamboo Rockin' like, rockin' like bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo Bam, bam, bamboo (bamboo) Bam, bam, bamboo Yea, wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up Wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up Wakin' 'em up, wakin' 'em up All up in their ear like, bamboo Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bamboo (bamboo) Bitch Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

Freak nasty super bad, earring in her tongue Smell good, Prada bag, angel perfume cologne I'm tryin' to have me that lipstick by Mac Make like a car accident, hit her from the back My fetti might be salty but my game ain't damp See I be hood [unverified] But the only cheese I ever had was from the goods And man that was divided among [unverified] brothers and sisters Raised without a dad Basically we was supposed to be have to make good But what we hadn't [unverified] get the gat from one of my [unverified] On the tough, Uncle Bruce [unverified] Hustle in my veins and lungs, sucker pump Chicken heads squash through my hood with good intentions But always end up sparkin' antennas on bus benches Watchu know, whatchu say, what's the sco'? Is it a go? Then you with me after the show You smell? We hit the hotel, and knock boots Taught me some thangs, like who? Like Dr. Ruth Hey, hoe (Hey, hoe) All up in the kitchen on the flo', feel the mantra Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Uhh, rappers sport my style like they sport clothes Then have the nerve to say they made it up, now that's some hoes That ain't no stickin' to the rules and regulation ship That ain't no man if he can't admit he grew up on The Click On the east they got hot dogs and pretzel stands On the west they got tacos and burrito vans In the south, it's [unverified] and biscuit What about the Midwest? The Midwest, dey just love to kick it Top shelf, ghetto tycoon the area sponsor Can't be seen like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster Dialin' for dollars paper route and money counters Scrilla scratchin', paper chasin', poppin' collars Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what I know good I kick it in the hood real good Smoke real fat big blunts Sticky-ickies to the lil' krunks Thirty-one double-eight-seven, that's nine-eleven Act like you're livin' I ain't no captain at the bar, signin' autographs on napkins Ball 'til we have it all, bartender talkin' about "Last call for alcohol" I'm 'bout to get to mashin' on that [unverified] If we don't get no mo' [unverified] throw glasses at that Moesha fag And I'm walkin' up out the do', step stuck and stutterin' Didn't even screw up and hit the floor If I woulda fell, it woulda been embarrassing Full of that there liquor, walked into a closet But I'm a king size nigga, baby, pull my coattail and just Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good) Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good Do what you do good 'Cuz you know what you know good (Do what you know good)

Girl you know you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Girl you know you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Girl you know you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Baddest in the building ain't fucking with you Uh, you the baddest in the building You look like you should have my children Pretty face, small waist (small waist) Big tits, dumb cakes (dumb cakes) Where the fuck yo nigga at I don't see him nowhere around this bitch That nigga clown he broke I'm rich I'm having my money I'm having my bread I'm having my paper I'm having my chips He stay at at the motel six I stay at the Ritz My dick got replay value His needs some help He getting bad reviews-yelp She staring at a nigga I ain't talking steps Tell a nigga get to stepping you found someone else I'm hella high right now, whiskey, twisted, and I'm lit Give it to me, throw it at me, I don't need a catcher's mitt Whachu got? You got yams (yams) You follow me on Instagram? I tell you what Meet me where it's at, all black Twenty-one plus I be winning Blackjack Hold the fuck up No I ain't stuck up I just like my guys like my shoes Ya know, loafed up Going with that bro stuff I be on the go-go Do some tricks with a nigga Leave him hanging like a yo-yo I ride the ride too I wasn't built for a photo I be off that Earl Stevens, I be leaning like a photo Hold on (40 water) I just got a call from her man Little rascal, alfalfa Got a frog in his pants I'm like ribbit I don't fly spirit No I ain't no dolce(?) but I hustle like I'm dancing One door is tinted, roll it down, see a glint snow(?) Money make me cum Hundred thousand in my penny jar I ain't got it in me They ain't fucking with me Get rich or die trying That ain't really fucking fit me Baddest in the building Baddest in the building Ain't fucking with you Ain't fucking with you Baddest in the building Baddest in the building Ain't fucking with you

Party goin up like a airplane ... Cause im wasted yee bitch (4)