My Friends (feat. Lil Durk) - Ty Dolla $ign

Mmm, Manny cook that shit, uh (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd) No pad, no pen shit Blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd-blrrrd Blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin' .357 'cross my lap, just for Mista, we purgin' We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it's urgent" They put that battery in his back and I ain't even slide for him He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy Big boy .45, boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy Every chain white or rose, but this Gucci link my vibe choice Ayy, you been smokin'? Say some', get too close, my niggas spray some' For smokin', Geno laced him, 'fore he know it, the members faced him Boy, you were damn near wasted, watch where you drop the location Did all my lil' hoe up, I got in my lil' situation, that my lil' shit Might fuck out here, that my lil' bitch Louis frame, Louis kicks, exclusive gang, Louis V stitch Got shot so many times and lived (smurk), call him Lil 50 Cent I had a nine in two years, I miss my Glock 26 (brrah) (let's get it) Me and Von was fightin' our case together, the state had to see our face together (gang) Switches go broom-broom, fifty-thousand to stitch his face together (brrah) I don't like Qua', I like Wock', Wock' in the Peach crush because I taste it better (let's get it) Louis belt with a hoodie to hide my dreads and hold my Drac' together (on gang) Fightin' over hits, like where he go? Shit, who chased them better? (Me) Can't trust these hoes from nobody hood no more, they backdoor, play together (bitch) Me, I gotta keep a gun, I'll drop my lo' (let's get it) I gotta keep a fund, these killers 'round me (let's get it) Ain't never gon' run, if it's up, then it's stuck (let's get it), and that's on my son, nigga (bah) PPP got you feelin' yourself, that's a Cartier, that ain't no Patek, nigga (pussy) Touch 2-5 hunnid-K, on Pluto grave, I ain't no average nigga (grrah) We done been through shit inside them trenches, you can't imagine, nigga (let's get it) I'm with the same niggas, we used to hoop on crates inside them alleys, nigga (man, what?) No postin' on my block, ayy, you either shoppin' or servin' .357 'cross my lap, just for Mista, we purgin' We whack shit on the scene, you blessed if you made it to surgery He spoke on Geno, told my hitter, "Go get him, it's urgent" They put that battery in his back and I ain't even slide for him He send a threat from a hospital bed, be quiet, boy Big boy .45, boy, nine, ten, eleven, my slide toy Every chain white or rose, but this Gucci link my vibe choice

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

(DJ FMCT) (DJ Bandz, aw, man) Been through all kind of shit Bro died from dialysis Telling niggas not to tell on you is witness tampering Out of everything, I'm addicted, I want this medicine Gang charge, feel like I can beat it, I got a severance Four Richard Milles, plus India rich, it look like a settlement You ain't from 300 if you ain't sleep with us on Eggleston Walk into my auntie crib, see mice, this shit embarrassing So how you sit up pissed at me and bro 'nem actin' arrogant? King Kong, beatin' on my chest, I got my lean on How you sit up mad? I ate her pussy, you got peed on I don't answer my phone, I know it's you, I changed your ringtone Bro died, sister wasn't answering, I called my niece phone Yeah, bitch, you belong to the streets Oh, you sold a couple pounds, now this nigga think he Meech Now you singin' all these songs with all that pain, you think you me I ain't follow niggas waves, I was signed to the streets I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (oh) I ain't sittin' down in jail doin' life, I'm bein' smart (oh) If I do go back in time from buyin' pills, I'll buy a bar (oh) I remember callin' shorty phone, I told 'em, "They killed Dark" (oh) Bro 'nem send me clothes online, I told 'em, "Add it to my cart" (oh) I done took out couple niggas who wasn't with me from the start (oh) I ain't gon' cap, you gon' smell Percs and lean when I fart (oh) Keep your strap, they gon' give you 17 when you caught (oh) I ain't gon' lie, my brother died and I was ridin' by myself I'ma tell your ass the truth, feel like I'm dyin' by myself You ain't slide, you ain't ride, you be hidin' by yourself Man, I really know who did it, niggas lyin' who they killed Even though lean fuck me up, I'll sip a line by myself See, my OG strong as hell, she don't even be cryin' when she here How you claim you don't get woofers, but your block just got the belt? You don't take care none of your guys, but they do time for bein' real I got Boonie in my heart, he did his time, he ain't squeal Gotta beat your case in court, you ain't got time for no appeal Deep thought on how he died, man, my slime give me chills Don't pay attention to that nigga sayin' he ain't dyin' 'cause he is I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (oh) I ain't sittin' down in jail doin' life, I'm bein' smart (oh) If I do go back in time from buyin' pills, I'll buy a bar (oh) I remember callin' shorty phone, I told 'em, "They killed Dark" (oh) Bro 'nem send me clothes online, I told 'em, "Add it to my cart" (oh) I done took out couple niggas who wasn't with me from the start (oh) I ain't gon' cap, you gon' smell Percs and lean when I fart (oh) Keep your strap, they gon' give you 17 when you caught (oh)

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