I pay money for a shooter Double if he catch you in ya sleep Lil nigga only like 5'3 but the clip on the K hang down to his knees Poor ol me got hittas on lease Meanwhile I don't care nothing but the beat I just paid way too much for a brand new car and the roof playin Hide & Go Seek A feature's out the question I don't care bout the Cheese I don't give a shit or piss about the hottest MC You niggas ain't real as I thought y'all be I was naive shame on me You can get stomped barking up my tree My niggas is my niggas even when we disagree Between you and I, I can still let it fly with the bricks but I chose to take an absence of leave Money money money yeah I got it on my mind I answer all calls when a dollars on the line My homie in the wheelchair thought his homeboy had his back til that same nigga shot em in his spine 100 came for me to scribble on the dotted line Now a nigga shopping one album at a time I bought a red dot told me gon kill the game doing everything I can do not let em down What use is the truth if you like it watered down Bitch its the trap not a mutha fuckin lounge Niggas at the steps when the smell the food cookin When its time to go hunt they nowhere to be found Mutha fuckin clowns but I don't worry about it 3 ring circus 4 rings on the Audi Grow my beard out double clip on the chopper Wrap the flag around my head bitch I'm strapped like a saudi talk to em Man these niggas don't understand real life my nigga. you know what I'm sayin? These niggas still living with they mamma mane. be all... Be all on Instagram and snapchat and shit. Like they got jewelry, they got money and shit and living with they mutha fuckin mamma mane. You know what I'm sayin? and have to... and have to ask another nigga "Aye bruh loan me some money man." "Bruh I'm tryna get my car... ju... "Nigga fuck that! I tell all these broke ass, petty ass niggas, shut the fuck uuup! What he said My am I tired Watching Zoey broke got me mighty inspired 40 in my draws and the clip poking out of my shirt like the pegs on a bicycle tire Fletch in the feds and his baby mamma wise Tell em hold his head he'll be home in no time Answer every call, every time, anytime, it's the least I can do shit I'm on the outside Here stands the truth in a room full of lies But you can't pull me out like I'm wearing a disguise Cause these niggas so fake and it looks so good Got ya lil silly ass rappin flying blind Nah I can't see worth shit but that's fine Reflex scope nigga I can hit a dime from like 75 yards Going down wind, eh might take me like 2 or 3 times I remember mamma had to go put in that lay away singing 3 babies no daddy still made the way Now I'm trying pay her back with money that I made today Finally I'm not afraid I'm a leave a paper trace All my brothas hold me down like ankle weights I got yo bitch in my living room hanging drapes Either I'm too lazy or these windows too big House empty like I moved in yesterday I mean its furnished but I'm too busy to decorate I'm not even in the kitchen I don't miss the cake I'm in my garage with my blueprints drawn In this mutha fucka tryna plan a prison break I'm the man for the job not a minute late I'm just out here getting to that money I'm not in a race Snappin in this bitch like we still playin pencil break Only thing worse than empty pockets is an empty safe Talk to em Don't trip mane, this shit crazy mane cause you know in this game mane, niggas out here be wanting you to feed them and shit You know what I'm sayin? Like they some mutha fuckin ally cat or something nigga You know what I'm saying? Like a dog or something mane Mane like, niggas need to get out here and get they own shit You know what, you feel me Trip? You know what I'm saying man like Niggas... niggas ain't like us man Niggas don't know how to hustle You know what I'm sayin stack they bread Niggas be spending all they money on some ol stripper bitch Say that I'm a few hundred short to get a Maybach but my driveway still lookin like a race track Neighborhood watch I got 20 something guns here bad boy take that I suggest that you pray that that you make it out alive 30 shot 12 gauge bitch if I miss once I get 29 more tries Now back to the doe Its been a long time since a nigga been broke Shit I can't remember last time I seen a roach Actually... it really wasn't long ago But point is I grind like a never had shit Scratch that I grind like I don't have shit I did a lot of ignorant shit back then Shoulda coulda woulda I don't live in past tense Flyest as superman if he came from the hood Now if only I could use these powers for good But I ain't got nothing for a nigga but a slug I'm all over my cream like I'm pouring hot fudge Holy fuck! Gouly! Gotham! Batman Just pulled up with a plug Slingin that poison ivy, he be like fuck Laughing like the joker to the bank keep countin up I can't let you count for us then I be fuckin up And that's no fun She like, "Baby that sucks. Where is the trust?" I'm like, "In my kids' trust fund" Ain't I conceded my pockets stay hungry andIi got to feed em My family depends on me, I gotta lead em So I get the money and then I repeat it and then I repeat it We gon keep on grindin

Your boys and Juicy J Woozy gang Don't let me get in my zone Got a moonrock in my cone Got a bad chick in my i8 & Her ass off of I just rang through but Half a mil to remodel my home That I only slept in twice Smoked out parties every other night I am not at the club I brought the club to me And you not on the guest-list If you ain't got no double D's Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Moonrock in my cone Sleepin on your chick She saw my car and she blacked out She woke up and saw a real nigga, for the first time And passed back out Fucking with a vet I got these hoes in check I break some rubberbands, they get they panties wet Just copped a pound, and let her break it down in a lab Then roll up some more cones And blow more smoke than a power plant

Uh Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh Woah, woah, woah, uh I might hop out in Europe, step all on your heart These bitches is thinking they ballin' with me Look, my future is bright, so don't play no parts In wasting my time, my time ain't cheap They was sleepin' like Z-Z-Z, now I'm like, "see, see, see" I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like CP3, uh Square up Beat it up, fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja Cat That's what I think, I don't know the cat She wanna know, wanna see where it's at Fuck me, no goin' back I got that dick that'll mess up your life Girl, bangin' with me is gon' come with a price You know some of these niggas is married in life But I come with that dick that don't come with no wife You keep throwin' that back, ain't no throwin' no rights I keep giving you game, I ain't taking advice If it's love in the air, I just throw up the kite Then I bring my ass back if we run outta line Said I hop out in Europe, step all on your heart If you bitches is thinking you ballin' on me Look, my future is bright, so I don't want no parts In no negative time, bitch, my time isn't cheap They was sleepin' like Z-Z-Z, now I'm like, "see, see, see" I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like- I hit the pussy like square up (beat it up) Fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja, baby That's what I think, I don't know the baby She wanna see, wanna know where it's at You fuck me, ain't goin' back Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe) Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe) Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, hoe) Bitch, don't call my phone no more I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (yeah, yessir) Bad lil' bitch from the 'Gram Head good, she might get a gift Say she a ride or die I say "Good, bitch, ride in the Lyft" She can't wait to get a piece of me I tell her get all she can eat She ain't never made the honor roll All I see is them double-D's Baby girl lowkey deserve a trophy How she chewin' on the wood with no teeth How she made a tidal wave with both cheeks Woo, I might OD Rich nigga, know that's a fact Got your hoe, now you know that's a wrap You keep callin' tryna know where she at I fuck her once, she ain't going back Square up Beat it up, fuck your hair up Pretty girl like Clairo Nice twins like Tamera She ride dick like Doja Cat That's what I think, I don't know the cat She wanna know, wanna see where it's at Fuck me, no going back She said she gettin' tired of the average dick All these lame niggas is done quick She say she gettin' tired of the average dick All these lame niggas is done quick

Who I be? Juicy J One bitch won't do shit, I gotta fuck two a day Always 'bout gettin' paid Paper chasin' and I can't let a single dollar get away Blowin' money like weed smoke Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back On the block like a running back Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps These niggas beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes Seen the same bitch in the club suckin' dick for some Rosé Mo A few words of advice but I keep my name off your tape, young nigga I got niggas that'll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger Once again, I be goin' in I be at these niggas necks like a violin Nigga fucked up, gotta go and try again 1-800-GET-RICH, broke nigga dial in Let me tell you people what a boss is You ain't rich if you still got broke friends Cause you know they still hate on a nigga Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas I don't get caught up though I pull them triggers Cause I don't trust these hoes And I don't trust these niggas How can a nigga trust any one of you clowns? When my own family let me down Everybody in this mothafucka, hands out Bullseye on a mothafucka's grands out So I thumb swag, niggas know I stand out Pull up in the Casper, then the bitches ran out Neck shine like police lights Niggas lookin', say we hood light street life, beef's cookin' Flash money 'round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it Bitch fuck with my money, somebody gettin' killed Gotta watch these niggas, gotta watch these bitches I trust my chopper to watch my riches Sewed the game up like stitches Fuck snitches, you niggas comin' up short like midgets I try to keep the shit one thousand With the niggas who kept it one thousand I'ma hustle, fuck loungin' When I didn't have shit, you didn't come around then Thought she was my bitch, she was your bitch Her bitch, his bitch, a for sure bitch You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her Don't get upset, dog, that's just the real her These bitches love givin' head, love spendin' bread Sellin' pussy on the low, what you said?

Why do you wanna fight? What you talking about, I just told you why No you didn't Donnie Why do you wanna fight? I get why they wanna fight you, I know what they're fighting for, what about you? Listen to me, you got everything to lose, he's got nothing to lose When a fighter ain't got nothing to lose, he's dangerous! Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Give a fuck what my nigga did Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble Give a fuck what my nigga did Run 'em down, work 'em, that rumble All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin' off site All of you stuck in the projects, nigga I'm goin' off site (Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight) Who got my back? Ain't nobody holding me back I'm out here fighting for my life, no telling what come with it right? My momma needed bills and lights I'm praying for some better days I can't go having sleepless nights (Shit) But nigga that's life, when you tryna do right like Spike But the licks be looking enticing This shits such a roll of the dice, police wanna read me rights I got no time to relax, when the wall up against my back My vice reach on a ten, nigga I'll knock out your lights Mike Will saved my life, this life will hit you like Mike, Tyson We steady then go on strike (Boom) Fuck these niggas mean? Nigga I grew up mean Nigga I came up in scenes that these niggas never seen Everyday I got to Fight, fight, (Ayy), fight (Yeah), fight (Mike Will) Fight (Bitch), fight, fight, fight Fight (Evil Genius), fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight My bitch went through my phone last night when I was sleep Woke up starting a fight, 'bout a quarter passed three Who is Diane, Gucci who is Monique I said "I'm the dope man, everybody know me" (It's Gucci) Chilling in the club, in the V.I.P Nigga hand frigid and all the hoes dig it There's always one young nigga, wanna be brave Like we gon' put his ass on the fucking front page Put your hands on your knees, that's a R.I.P Well it's hum like a hummingbird, sting like a bee Put the drum in the bitch, make her mute, make it kick She so sprung on the dick, she just swung on the bitch Fight, fight, fight (Huh), fight Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight We gon' rumble in this ho All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor We gon' rumble in this ho We gon' rumble in this ho All you weak ass niggas get yo' ass off the floor We gon'- Kick a nigga in the head with the hard bottoms Your homies is dying, I don't give no fuck, that's your problem Tryna catch yo' ass when your homies around ya I ain't tryna talk, I'm gon' beat the ho up out ya Hit your ass with that left right, left right, hit him in the chest right Knock his as out out, hope he lived his best life I be in his ear sayin' gang like, gang like I be on a jet niggas still better think twice I be on with the homies on the block, they ain't livin' right I be on with the homies on the block, that're killer type I be with the homies, with the homies, with the homies With the homies, with the homies, with the homies, yeah gorilla type YG stole that, no nigga hold that, fuck your party Spark me up, throw that Niggas know the program, the program, the program Spit in a niggas face, pipe a nigga ho down Take a nigga chain, take a nigga chain Take a nigga chain then sell it back to him Now everybody knew, everybody knew you a ho And so YG do em' Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight (And so YG do em') Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight Fighting like all of my life, know I'm real right and the streets call me Zilla Leanin' up there, that what you like, Heard you been talkin' up under your pillows I get it popping on sight, not just with Mike Get you beat like I'm Mike Will That drum hanging under the TEC, kill, The drummer like Eearz and Dipset Give a fuck about a nigga height, I still put you lil' babies on ice You can be same way that I be, get hit with they car he sounding like Pump it up for a nigga then, tell 'em come let the gorillas in They don't wanna let the gorillas in It's okay I been knocking doors off the hinge Get the gloves if you 'bout it In your zone homocide get you watered, know the Scoob get you watered You can fuck with me? Seriously doubt it, your trick got rerouted Now tell me what the fuck is your problem? You gotta be ready fool, don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement Fight, fight, fight, fight Fight, fight, fight, fight (Don't tell me you ain't hear the announcement) Fight, fight, fight (Hey), fight (Hey) Fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey) Yeah, knuckle up, knuckle up Nigga got hit with the upper cut He got a cut on his eye, damn now he can't see it done closed up (Damn) Fuck it (Fuck it), fight (Fight) Get your stripes (Stripes, bow! Bow! Bow!) Hit him knockin' out your lights (Hit him) Look at my arm, my knuckle, my knuckle Now he lay down in front of me (Hold me up) My momma would told pipe 'em up, pipe 'em up While she was sittin' in the front seat (Momma) It be like, I coulda used combos, but I hit him with a one piece (Combos) It be like, I coulda just told you, I rather you one me (One up) It be like, he hit the canvas, whole crowd a be like (Oh) You went out the saddest, whole crowd a be like (Woo) I can imagine, view from the ground, it be like (Damn) Wanna rematch it? Hit my phone and be like Fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hey), fight (Hit 'em) Fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em) Fight (Left), fight (Right), fight (Left), fight (Right) Fight (Hit 'em), fight (Hit 'em), fight, fight (Shut da fuck up) Mama didn't have it (Yeah hoe), so they cut off the lights (Yeah hoe) Now I'm dripping in ice (Yeah hoe) And we don't need no lights (Yeah hoe) You want that check first you gotta earn stripes I've been through hell, feel like i did it twice I got it bussing like I got the pipe Came up from nothin', I'm upping the price I'm from the jungle (Jumanji), where gorillas and apes be (Yeah hoe) You don't wanna rumble (Yeah hoe) These niggas can't take me (Yeah hoe) Niggas said that they love me (Yeah hoe) But they show me they hate me (Yeah hoe) It's a cold, cold world, no need for AC (Yeah hoe) Nigga I have my own bag, rich nigga I own that Nigga I'm from the projects, got a house where the Combs at I ain't tryna kick it, no air in the ball, that mothafucker on flat I cannot lose like Floyd when this on the line, it's no match Tried to take it and you gotta Fight, fight, fight

Don't mind me baby, heh We taking over summer Young getting it, haha Let's take it home, champ Ayy, ayy Look, shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Woo, uh Clappers to the front, front, front, front (okay, okay) Clappers to the front, front, front, front (okay) Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Ayy, Wale (woo) Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool, I put the city on Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool, then I put my niggas on Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool, I ain't gotta say too much It's fan participation keeping rainy in the stadium Oh, see that from a block away I ain't pessimistic, but I dropped a couple not today Oh, bet she call you not today I told 'em all my lot is out I know the dame like Skylar team Oh, I wonder if she shot up I just know her favorite song is "Started from the Bottom" And I ain't hating mama, fact I wanna take your number Said you save yo' bread from Magic something happened then went voilà Now, shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Clappers to the front, front, front, front (okay, okay) Clappers to the front, front, front, front (okay) Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah (yessir) Shawty come shake that ass for me Let a trippy nigga see what you working with Can you clap that ass? Do a handstand Girl, make your booty wiggle, do a perfect split She got the fattest ass, she got the perfect tits I wanna get some head, come on work your lips I'm high in the clouds I'm not coming down I'm so turnt up I can't find the ground (sippy) Sippin' syrup by the gallon, smokin' kush by the pound Make it flood with the ones, broke bitch might drown Juicy got chips like Frito-Lay And I'm fucking these chicks out of D.O.A I'm so dopeboy fresh that you think that I'm selling blow Take your chick to VIP and get her pregnant in her throat Shawty bust it open for me, I might throw this cash Shawty throw that ass like a Hail Mary pass I'm fucking me a new chick e'ry night Make that ass clap, I don't care about that cellulite Look, shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Clappers to the front, front, front, front (okay, okay) Clappers to the front, front, front, front (okay) Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Clappers to the front, got a backwood full of skunk Got a white boy with the funnel gentrifying, that's what's up Look, clappers to the front, all you niggas got the skumps Now she finna bust it loose, screaming rest in peace to Chuck It's that DMV, we up at KOD And I can CC you these CC's But don't be OC Shout out to that cellulite Got a real bad bitch that will sell you white Got another bad bitch that will sex you right Got a couple hoodrats on Section 8 Make a nigga cum, don't procrastinate Ass on 5-0 come crack the case Got ass for days, come activate This ass on fire, evacuate Throw that ass in the air, evaporate Where your money? Let a bitch evaluate If you 'bout big money, elaborate I'ma shake this ass 'til I graduate, nigga Look, shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Clappers to the front, front, front, front (okay, okay) Clappers to the front, front, front, front (okay) Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Uh, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Yeah, yeah, uh, bounce, bounce, look, look Screaming rest in peace to Chuck, uh, yeah Saying rest in peace to Chuck, yeah, uh-huh Saying rest in peace to Chuck, yeah, yeah And in that city I'm the one, let's go, Scotty E. Sreet, D. Sreet, Rosedale, Sursum Corda, Paradise, Carver Terrace, 1-5 Parkland, Garfield, Palmer Park, 2-5, Kentland, Benning Park, Simple City Simple City (let's go) Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah Shawty got a big ol' butt, oh yeah

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers I'm tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick of phony niggas I'm stickin' to these bitches 'cause I'm sick of all these sisters I'm sick and tired of tryna survive I'm sick and tired of my environment Sick and tired of feeling deprived I'm one of a kind when in my climate Sick and tired of your façade And all of your lying and your diamonds Basically, I'm tired of feelin' sick and tired A$AP (A$AP) born in money-makin' Manhattan Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attraktion Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre If you disrespect them niggas then I'm polishin' the nine-trey And I'm coming to your casa for your madre and your padre Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of Max A little bit of Wiz, little bit of that, little bit of this, get off my dick I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to Earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Ain't on stage, behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my team Won't you come and take a sip with me, sip with me? Yeah Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah Ay, ay, ay, once again, Mr. Back Selling Crack It's an honor keeping real nigga music on the map Street raps, new face, sampling with no credits Doubting myself 'cause I don't think the world can relate To my surprise, everyone does, so have faith Half of the other side don't live it, they push play The young illest alive, Harlem World to the Bay It feels good waking up to money in the bank 'Cause last year, it was shoebox and lint I only write raps just to give you niggas hints Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney My album coming November, that's twenty years of memory And that's assuming I'ma live that long If I don't, don't cry 'cause I ain't live that wrong Just an artist in a purest form, I live that song An artist in the purest form, I live that song, Bambino I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to Earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Ain't on stage, behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my team Won't you come and take a sip with me, sip with me? Yeah Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah Okay, hold up, ay, why fuss? I'd rather fuck Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust Seven deuce, waiting on the bus Before them boys bend the corner tryna make a bust Tryouts, I'm tryna make the bucks Purple and the green got me on stuck So I two-step, move my feet and keep it pushing Always bouncin' back, gotta keep the cushion And that's somethin' fat, like eating all the pudding A$AP, we got a slap, bruh, good looking Fuck that, A$AP where I come from 456, Ice City slums Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues Buying Swisher Sweets, no more honey buns Fresh white tee, bright like the sun Only nigga 'round here rocking Мишка I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to Earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh Ain't on stage, behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my team Won't you come and take a sip with me, sip with me? Yeah Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah