Yeah (Wheezy outta here) Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy It's Young Gunna, Wunna, Young NAV, and Young Wheezy Young Gunna, Young Wunna, Young NAV, and Young Wheezy (slatt) Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Oh, they fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin' Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in LA, we golfin' Can't take no more losses and we steady countin' I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town Racks in, walk in, Maxfield and I'm splurgin' again Mixin' up Crush like it's juice and the gin Stick in her pussy, it's loosenin', yeah (ooh) I went to Houston with Travis, I'm lit (it's lit) Niggas send threats and ain't nobody dead (nobody) I done got rich, but I still ain't a lick Take a Perc' 30 whenever I'm sick Ring cost a 30, I ain't even 30 (uh-huh) F.N. hold a .30, blue tips in the clip (uh-huh) Wide body swervin', Rolls-Royce, that's for certain (skrrt, skrrt) Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip We the big dawgs and these lil' niggas shrimps Vegas, I spent 20K on the strip Neighborhood blue on the 'Vette, that's for Nip' XO, YSL, in the game off the rip Oh, they fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin' Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in LA, we golfin' Can't take no more losses and we steady countin' I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town Came out the jungle with tigers and apes Can't believe Cash's studio is covered in BAPE (BAPE) Fuck so much bitches, I should be in porn Cost an arm and a leg just to see me perform (let's go) Speakin' the truth 'cause I ain't good at lyin' And I never play golf, but I still keep my iron Call up some vibes, I got nothin' but dimes And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind (yeah) Pull up to functions, my name on the banner Still walkin' through the back door with my hammer (no cap) Told these lil' boys, they don't want smoke Had to aim for his legs, can't get caught on the camera Got me a baddie, when she give me sloppy She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana Come between me and my blues and get handled I know me some dangerous Crips from Atlanta (yeah) If I run into a problem with cake I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter (whip) Speak on my name, I'ma pull up on you All your people gon' run when the shots start to splatter Stayed on my grind and I been makin' noise And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter Catchin' yo' bitch is like catchin' the opps I just pull out my dick and I shoot it right at her Oh, they fresh out a coffin, don't know why they talkin' Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin', that ho shit gon' cost 'em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in LA, we golfin' Can't take no more losses and we steady countin' I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown I'm drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy

When I was a kid, nobody understood me Felt so alone, all on my own I dreamt I would make them all see what I could be I'd do it with music that came from my soul I tried and I failed like a bird with no feathers The winter was cold, and then so was the weather I posted a joke in the dead of December And put myself on like your favorite sweater I did it again just to prove I could do it Who would have thought it'd be something so stupid? Shoutout to Caroline, Doris and Helen 'Cause I was nobody 'til I was on Fallon Now they got checks, yeah they all want a hit Like the nectar of life streaming out of my tit Back in November, I wasn't worth piss But now three million followers means I exist And I know you want more, more, more Is never enough Yeah, I know you want I know you want More I'm a little drowsy from the lag I just crossed the ocean for the bag Shit is crazy, I don't mean to brag But this is all the shit I never had, yeah This is all the shit I never had, yeah, yeah And look at the boy, ay Look at the boy with the pretty statistics Get the money but don't get it twisted What I wanted was love (love) What I got was a business And I feel the clock is ticking So what do I do now? When the truth is all I wanted was your love And I know you want more, more, more It's never enough Yeah, I know you want... I know you want... More And I know you want more, more, more It's never enough And I know you want... I know you want... More I get bread, need more bread Get love, need more love I need you to tell, tell me I'm enough I can be everything you need Look at all this engagement Look at this organic reach Look at the boy, ay And I know you want more, more, more It's never enough Yeah, I know you want... I know you want... More Yeah And look at the boy, ay Look at the boy with his pretty statistics Get the money but don't get it twisted What I wanted was love (love) What I got was a business And I feel the clock is ticking So what do I do now? When the truth is (truth is) Look at, look at the boy, ay Look at the boy with his pretty statistics Get the money but don't get it twisted What I wanted was love (love) What I got was a business And I feel the clock is ticking So what do I do now? When the truth is all I wanted was your love

I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? It's Mike Laury I'm runnin' and I'm runnin', yeah (Dubba-AA Flex) Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime My daddy slime, yeah, he slime (Louie Bandz made another one) Ayy, now how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?) I'm in here (What you on for?) Ayy, 4KTrey, you know, free D-Dawg, nigga I'm on that same shit, nobody safe, look (This is the sound) Let's go Boom, baow, pussy bitch, don't try to run now Fuck nigga ain't have his head on I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones I've been cooling But these pussy bitches just won't leave me 'lone (Look) Crack you in your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh (Bitch) I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla, YBN, she slime Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin' He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind, and yeah I pull up acting in a four door You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but, boy, I'm solo And Meechie in the South but still'll come and kick your front door Bro geekin' off that soft, but wildin' out, bitch, if you don't know I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas At a show or anything, bitch, we gon' hit at you niggas I want 'em all, that's on my dawg, bitch, we gon' get at you niggas Peel your block and try to catch a nigga outside I'm thuggin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the law line I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron, Three run down with that Glock 9 Motherfuck if they clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Pull on side him, dump a hundred in the car (Boom, baow) Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh) This for Dump, behind him we dyin' hard (Uh) I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword (Bitch, what up?) Everybody in here slimin' with a nigga, ayy They ain't on shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga, yeah These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow, yeah Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb) Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said? He joced off you about your ex and then he dead (That nigga dead) I'm bangin' green but I get mad and leave all red I been that nigga, you gon' get that through your head Bitch, yeah Grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Grew up in that fire He came out a slime He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die) (This is the sound) Don't give a fuck who come behind 'Cause bitch we slangin' iron Take his ass up top like high five Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, yeah (We gon' kill them too) Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round (Nah) 'Cause we gon' get them all (All) We ain't the ones to rep on bitch

BJ on the beat, boy Why the temperature say 80 degrees And I'm the only one fuckin' cold in here? Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these goddamn chains on You think? (Goddamn, BJ with another) 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Take a dub, get some 'woods from the store Actin' tough, put some wood on a hoe Plenty lumber, we be ridin' like some hunters In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros Ask Patrol, I ain't never gon' fold When they go down, we gon' see who gon' froze And my chain on freeze Don't correct the way I speak, if I ain't fuckin' up my count Ayy, why you watching what I'm doin'? She took shots and won over Top I'm on a lap, but won't go overboard I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top He want someone else every time I get bored I'ma sin like I'm 'Sace, he play all the chords If you call out for help, I'll never ignore it Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it Wake up chasin' that money, we makin' up for it, yeah They wan' ride with the slime (Let's go) Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime She gon' take all the time for her to play with my mind She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way that nigga slime, ooh 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Car go, from a push of a button Gun go, from a look all of sudden I got money steady comin' as I'm spendin' every hundred Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna Why she dissin' on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a hoe I got money, I said, I can transform any hoe Make a bitch 4K Trey, I'ma learn me a hoe Cut the grass for the snakes 'til the lawn motor blow 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans For whoever tryna follow me (For whoever tryna follow me) In a safe location, close to sea (In a safe location, close to sea) Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally (Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally) Away from the drama It's just me and me and my 5th baby mama (5th baby mama) You don't want no problems Got that .45 up this bitch, that motor-stopper (That what Herm call it) They took red off the market, got six in the pint, for the 3K, I cop it Bought a watch like a 10K, the X what it sign for, I come out my pocket I had to make me some spiritual choices to knock off his noggin' I wanted some shit with more horses I went to the lot, had to widen the body Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick And don't tell nobody about it Cut you off like the hair on your twat Bitch, I got youngins, they ready to stop shit 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass BJ on the beat, boy (Goddamn, BJ with another one)

PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playing I'm that Smoke a blunt of strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at (I been that) And I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being wild Roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay, I walk in Looking around like where am I at? I just see the girl who's stuck in my head Tried to stay away but she reelin' me in We could have fun for the whole weekend Gotta thank God for the big backend We just had a whole new pack came in I just went and bought new Chanel lense Went on tour and I got new fans Real deal slime, got diamonds on my hands Real shooter time, I just made a hundred bands Lost one friend and I gotta advance Young rich nigga need to buy me some land Real gold digger, she don't need no man She so thick and the tone of her skin Make a nigga wanna try dating again Oh Holly, I'm so sorry You my only friend I feel you right onside me I never want this for the end Your energy keep on calling I pick up It seems like I can't keep 'em off me Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Real street nigga, why they hatin' on me? Tell me why I got this pain inside of me I tried to leave the beef alone, yeah honestly But I've been leaving niggas dead inside the streets Ohh Got them friends tryna bait us I say "hell nah" I'm like Holly All these fuckin drugs that I'm on I got blood running down my arms I don't wanna be alone They fucking fake the shit they say, it only make me stronger Cut out the tops now your dawgs done went missin' We clear out the block with a stick and a Glizzy We cut off her hair when she tryna commit it Interviewed by reporters while sittin' in the Bentley They know I did it while I'm rapping 'bout killing Truth for my city, I'ma say how I feel They say that nigga got several convictions You know how I'm coming, you know how we living Smoke a blunt, a strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at I been that and I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being who I am Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay

(I got Hitman on the beat) Uh (Top, nigga) Spin it, don't compare me to these broke-ass niggas I ain't never blow the whistle Still see all my hoes official Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga We make hot, exotic rentals When you see that window roll down Don't fight back 'til that pole sound This KelTec could knock hoes down Bitch, get up out the way Youngin 16 That's who we got with the Drac' and he ain't got no aim Uh, frontin' that frrt and blowin' flames We gon' fight these cases with tactics, we don't give no names 4KTrey pallbearers, gravediggers, free Five, they got my slime in chains Talk 'nough rah-rah, niggas These niggas gon' die they touch my fuckin' chain Umm hmm Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Ha-ha, laughin', but I'll shoot you in your shit, hold up, baow, baow Take her, then I turn up your lil' bitch, hold up, wow, wow I came with it, make her scrape this extra water on my wrist I got the money, I'm juggin', I'm bouncin' I'm bootin', know nothin' 'bout no juggernaut I got them youngins, them hitters Them killers, you know they gon' turn this shit up a notch I got your ho and she bootin' I buy her a booty, she take 'em all to your spot I put your bitch on a mission She comin' back with it, I buy her Chanel, uh Bitch, I crash out with that semi, they gon' call 12 Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Hold up, umm hmm, I'm with that shit Umm hmm, I kick my stick

(It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Yeah, this Lil Top, nigga, huh You already know how I do it when I come I'ma spit some gangster shit to you You hear me? (Uh) Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Jaz fed over these hoes, I ain't never grow into a man, yeah Four-five in my coat, try me at Coach, you know I'm sprayin' it This bitch plan on stayin' in my home, tryna find out where her man at All night, I drink lean with that bitch and pop Xanax Play with Top, nigga, have your Glock, nigga I come up straight from the block, me and Ten, we ran from cops, nigga Check out how I got that guap, baby, it won't stop, nigga Put switch on back of that Glock, hit him, have his body twitchin' Real gangster or a fake killer? Tell 'em, "Fuck with us" Had you front row at that funeral, nigga, wonderin' if we split 'em I ain't even squeeze that trigger, that's that fuckin' bag that hit him Four-door Magnum with a dirty .30, speedin' to the millions, bitch, get up with me Young rockstar, oh, my God I hope you out here late at night and got your right guide Ain't no surrender, kill the killers, we fill them eyes See street lights, that's a great way for the escape when it's late night Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me (Oh) Save my soul Oh, I miss my old self (yeah) Save my soul Man, this bitch ain't no help (It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Pull up in that Rolls, baby girl, I'm shinin', I'm shinin' I was broke, now, baby, I got money in my pockets Check my mama, bitch, I put them diamonds on her body What the problem? You know young nigga keep around a chopper Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me, no