They say "Lil Pyrex, he catchy" Z06 nigga, come catch me (catch me) I kicked her out like I'm Messi (Messi) I swear that hoe is too messy (Messy) It ain't beef but my nigga don't test me (Test me) Met her once now she trying to undress me (Undress me) Ballin' out, man I might need a Espy (Espy) If she trip, I move on to her bestie (To her bestie) They say "Lil Pyrex he catchy" Z06 nigga come catch me (Catch me) I kicked her out like I'm Messi (Messi) I swear that hoe is too messy (Messy) It ain't beef but my nigga don't test me (Test me) Met her once now she trying to undress me (Undress me) Ballin' out, man I might need a Espy (Espy) If she trip, I move on to her bestie (To her bestie) I ain't know that this shit would be easy (Easy) I know these hoes isn't loyal My nigga that's way before breezy Can't forget about my city, they need me And I better get paid for the evening They be like "Pryce, why you leaving?" 'Cause I hopped in my bag, it's the season If a nigga tried to cross me I swear to god we'll get even I don't fuck with niggas they only hit Pryce up when they need him Your main shorty wanna meet him Your main nigga wanna be him Everybody talk tough shit, they ain't 'bout it when they see him They be like "Pryce, be nicer" Hit up Avianne, pick the ice up Shorty, she gone ride like a biker And I feel locked up like Riker's All my niggas got done to distract 'em And we pull up, real life we don't type 'em Running the game with my feet gotta ice 'em Dissing me, nigga you ain't got the right one They say "Lil Pyrex he catchy" Z06 nigga come catch me I kicked her out like I'm Messi I swear that hoe is too messy It ain't beef but my nigga don't test me Met her once, man she trying to undress me Ballin' out man I might need a Espy If she trip, I move on to her bestie Ya Dig, now I'm pushing the whip on some Forgi's Hoe, get out my face you too boring I remember them days you ignored me I remember them days you ain't want me Now I'm 'bout to pipe up be famous And you wasn't with me when it was raining Nah, I don't really fuck wit the changing What's changing ya mind? Watch is so big, got me changing the time I'm with the gang and you know we gone slide I'm pushing the gas and I can't even drive They mad that I'm buzzing like bees in a hive Show love to my face but that hate in your mind I'ma run up a check and take care of the guys They say "Lil Pyrex he catchy" Z06 nigga come catch me I kicked her out like I'm Messi I swear that hoe is too messy It ain't beef but my nigga don't test me Met her once, man she trying to undress me Ballin' out man I might need a Espy If she trip, I move on to her bestie

808 Mafia Hey Southside, where'd you get all that drip? Ain't nobody perfect, we say things we never mean to Sorry if I hurt you when I told you I ain't need you If I say I love you, she gon' say I hate you She know that my heart too big for me, it's trying to break through Give her all my love, she turn her back and get so evil Makin' so all these diamonds, shawty treat me like I'm see through You all in my head, you stay and later it's hard to leave you We both tryna make it work but we need different people I can read your mind babe, tell me what you need Late night, pull up, fill you up before they know they eat I can't wait to fill you up and chill right next to me Late night, pull up, murder scene, that pussy R.I.P. Know this shit get hard for you, 'cause shit's so hard for me Let me take it off of you and put it on me Sometimes on my phone shawty, don't you call me weak I know I can argue but I can never cheat They try and catch no homicide, but I can't let you leave How do I let my feelings show with chrome hearts on my sleeve? Real life sleeping rain is harder, forming lucid dreams When I'm on these drugs, sometimes I'm moody, I get mean Ain't nobody perfect, we say things we never mean to Sorry if I hurt you when I told you I ain't need you If I say I love you, she gon' say I hate you She know that my heart too big for me, it's trying to break through Give her all my love, she turn her back and get so evil Makin' so all these diamonds, shawty treat me like I'm see through You all in my head, you stay and later it's hard to leave you We both tryna make it work but we need different people I can read your mind babe, tell me what you need Late night, pull up, fill you up before they know they eat I can't wait to fill you up and chill right next to me Late night, pull up, murder scene, that pussy R.I.P. No, no

*Danny, I see you!* I dream about V12 I want Cartier on my eyes so I can see well She might know I lied, but she don't know no details Trust that bag, can't put my trust up in no female Going up a steep hill, I don't want no cheap thrills My shit get delivered to me, these niggas shopping on retail A young nigga solid, they pillow talking, I know that he tell Li'l shawty excited, I just be vibin', told her, "be still" She told me that I can't leave, but I got free will I'm sorry about just 'bout all the things I did I said I'll answer when you call me I had went out sad, open up for her, It had me falling for that girl so bad Always had me feeling like I was walking down a broken path On my own shit, now she always want to be in my business We had something special, you supposed to be my misses Why she did me dirty, man, I swear that ho so ignorant Got no time for love, a nigga moved on to some realer shit You started, but I finished it I dream about V12 I want Cartier on my eyes so I can see well She might know I lied, but she don't know no details Trust that bag, can't put no trust up in no female Going up a steep hill, I don't want no cheap thrills My shit get delivered to me, these niggas shopping on retail A young nigga solid, they pillow talking, I know that he tell Li'l shawty excited, I just be vibin', told her, "be still" She told me that I can't leave, but I got free will They mad I'm popping You will never catch me throwing in that flag, I'm solid My li'l girl just text me, said she need that bag, when I'm dropping I ain't tripping, she know she can have my last if I got it Yeah, my last if I got it Now, I'm floatin' I swear, I'm too young to just be going through the motions I said this shit would happen, niggas thought that I was joking New numbers in my phone, but back then, you was steady folding I leave that shit on open How can I be modest when my bih' look like a goddess If I'm really being honest, I'm the hottest nigga right now You was switching sides, told a nigga you was riding Now this shit be so surprising, all of a sudden, I'm your type now Happy then she mad at me, she had mixed personalities She changed my whole mentality, but now I can't be tied down And all this was a fallacy, let's get back to reality Bitch, I can pay your salary, you want me for this lifestyle I dream about V12 I want Cartier on my eyes so I can see well She might know I lied, but she don't know no details Trust that bag, can't put no trust up in no female Going up a steep hill, I don't want no cheap thrills My shit get delivered to me, these niggas shopping on retail A young nigga solid, they pillow talking, I know that he tell Li'l shawty excited, I just be vibin', told her, "be still" She told me that I can't leave, but I got free will

Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it! Super charger, the same color as PJ (Yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million (Hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me But the Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I'm 36 souls away From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww) What's the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends 'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

(Yeah, yeah) ay cool, ay cool Ooh, ha Rah Turn me up a little bit (shit) (What I tell you I was gonna do, man?) (I was gonna go diggin' in their chest, right?) (Man, they gon' be in they feelings, nigga) (I swear to God, let 'em know) Wassup? The fuck I look like? (Hah, oh, you niggas think this shit a game, huh?) (Y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?) The fuck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out) The fuck I look like? (Woo, y'all niggas actin' like y'all don't know) (This 17-five, nigga) The fuck I look like? (Snow, whatever you wanna call me, nigga) (You know who originated this shit, nigga) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga play me? (Fuck 'em) Grown-ass man, but I'm still my mama's baby (yeah) 2020, I'm gettin' money like the 80s (80s) Where the mashed potatoes, nigga? Everything is gravy (ha-haa) The fuck I look like playin' with these rappers? (Rappers) He who wears the crown, nigga, king of these trappers (trappers) Got it off the block, nigga, hid it in my sock, nigga (yeah) Before the sunset (yeah), 'nother half a block, nigga (yeah) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga spray me (spray me) Bulletproof the Maybach, ain't touchin' that Mercedes (yeah) Four-fourin' the babies (babies), nothin' 'bout me lazy (nah) Think you gon' trick me out my square? Yeah, you motherfuckers crazy (yeah) The fuck I look like? (Yeah, woo, shit, been the nigga) (A whole lot of boss shit goin' on here, nigga, sup?) The fuck I look like? (I hear you nigga, but I don't see y'all, though, nigga) (You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm tryna tell y'all, nigga, yeah) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, one of you niggas or somethin'?) (Huh? You niggas didn't know I was from the block for reals?) The fuck I look like? (I put that work in, nigga, we here now) (Right where we doin' this shit nigga, we go, get into it nigga, let's go) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga trick me (huh) Ten do five, you know the streets gon' miss me (woo) Whole thing in the pan, lookin' like some Rice Krispies (woo) Where that silly rabbit? You know the streets get tricky (ha) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga bait me (bait me) That's the shit I love 'cause I know them niggas hate me (hate me) See, Duncan block raised me (yeah), my partners Crippin' crazy (yeah) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, that's how I'm feelin' lately (ayy) The fuck I look like (like) gettin' off my drizzick (hah) In and out that bank, bitch, I been gettin' busy (woo) Countin' hundreds, dizzy (dizzy), two-steppin' like Trizzick (ayy) Don't get it fucked up, that clip still hold 50 (blaow) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, huh?) (Countin' hundreds, dizzy, two-steppin' like Trizzick) The fuck I look like? (Don't get it fucked up, boy) (You know that motherfucker still hold 50, boy) The fuck I look like? (They on speed dial, nigga) (They don't want nothin' but some problems and some bills, nigga) The fuck I look like? (The fuck I look like, nigga?) (One of you rap niggas or somethin'?) Snow

All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo In a black full length mink, getting this money Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!" '04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up 2 door, 250 Bitch you better open my door when I roll up Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks Had the ticket, was the man in the city Had the city so motherfuckin hot Damn near bought a fan for my city What ya talkin' bout Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with If he tell you anything Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted Pussy nigga I ain't told shit The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!) Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico Always fresh from head to toe Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto' All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo I ain't talk to be talking I don't to just talk Snow say something y'all better listen up You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler Nigga you icing out your wrist or what? Yeah, I got a few trophies Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman I'm so motherfucking high up in this bitch I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving 5 quarters on chill Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?) You gone learn 'bout this niggas Loaned sperm out these niggas What they is nigga? my clone Gotta keep the grass cut Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit And you can tell these niggas Mike home

First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough 34 a unit, nine hundred, an O Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam? I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin' Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin' First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord Wassup First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

Yeah (yeah), uh (uh) (Hate me nigga) Yeah, hate me nigga Hate me nigga Hate me nigga Hate me nigga I'm from a small hood, them niggas call me the connect Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC And you know the shit around my wrist, it cost a check Shit these niggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them niggas know the deal Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect Mr. Thug Motivation, yeah that's right the icon Step up in this muthafucker, they like who cut the lights on I can't pull my card 'cause I'm the muthafuckin' dealer, boy The ice cream man, we simply talkin' that vanilla, boy Dropped that new Madonna, niggas love me like I'm 2Pac Pulled up with that nina, gave it to 'em in a tubesock You kickin' lil shit, I go tsunami on you shrimp niggas Might just show up in some new Armani on you simp niggas I got to get it like, Al Pacino straight up off that boat, boy I ain't talkin' chicken curry, you niggas fuckin' with the goat, boy Glass pot, gas stove, I can show you what it cook like Put a real nigga, beat the odds that's what it look like Let's go I'm from a small hood, them niggas call me the connect Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC And you know the shit around my wrist, it cost a check Shit these niggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them niggas know the deal Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect Whole lotta dick ridin', oh I see what's goin' on Yeah these pussy niggas mad, that I won't play along All that boss talk, low-key you's a flunky though Like Rico off of Belly, yeah you niggas lookin' monkey though Grown ass man homie, I ain't wit the clown shit You New Edition niggas, got me on my Bobby Brown shit Grumpy ass niggas, yeah y'all howlin' at the moon, bitch Be on that front line like Charlie Sheen in Platoon, bitch You hear them niggas hissin' in the dark, you know the snake type Type of nigga always preachin' real, you know the fake type King of this shit, damn right I wear that crown, tight Real nigga beat the odds, this exactly what it sound like I'm from a small hood, them niggas call me the connect Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? Still I hop straight up out that 'Rari with a TEC And you know the shit around my wrist, it cost a check Shit these niggas rappin' 'bout, I done did for real Ask the real ones in ya city, I bet them niggas know the deal Get you 36 for 28, what you expect? If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect

I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 talk like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall Avión and gold bottles, this is hood royalty No matter how broke, how rich Nigga, never ever compromise your loyalty Medusa head on my Versace robe Standing on a pile of white bricks Imagine crosses on the units Stamps looking like a crucifix Pure like the blood of Virgin Mary Turn water to some wine, nigga Plug did a touchdown, met him at nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall God shit, I'm on my Kanye Bad bitch she my Kim K Legend is that he made a million dollars But the nigga really started with a four weight Whom shall I fear, nigga The plug say it's no limits I sent the man right here, nigga Snatch a partner out the state pen Hallejulah, amen Pull a little water from the sink Hope it wash away the sin, nigga The foe did a touchdown Met him at the Chanterelle's in West End, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga I'm a god in the hood, nigga Young 5'8 tall like he 10 feet tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall Young 5'8 tall like he 10 foot tall Chopper make a nigga jump a 10 foot wall