Nervous (feat. Lil Baby, Jay Critch & Rich the Kid) - Famous Dex

I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin' I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah I get the bag, ah, like the North Face I get the cash now, she givin' more face These niggas mad, haha, I'm gettin' more cake Ain't goin' out sad, nah, nah, nah AP for the timing, know they hate me, how I'm shinin' Know they see the money pilin', and my roof gone, gotta find it Signed up, change the climate, ah She fell in love with the diamonds I had to get it on my own Come get your shorty, she be wildin' And I had to, change the number to my phone Then it's right back to the thousands Big racks, boy, you don't know nothin' 'bout it Gotta flex up on these niggas 'cause they doubtin' I've been ballin' on these niggas so they foulin' She gon' do it with no hands, she got talent I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin' I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah I get the bag, ah, like the North Face I get the cash now, she givin' more face These niggas mad, haha, I'm gettin' more cake Ain't going out sad, nah, nah, nah YSL tag, big Prada bag Quarter mil' cash, I was down bad Bring your friends, we could fuck, I don't do dates Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case I'm actually ballin', fuck her one time, think I'm actually callin' These niggas is salty I came from the bottom, designer all on me Who knew this would happen From trappin' to rappin', but now I'm in fashion The finest of fabrics Too many bands, they doin' gymnastics Hop out the coupe My young niggas might shoot out the roof I got the juice They was hatin', I was playing it cool Damn, I said I won't miss you I'm in love with the money, I can't kiss you (Rich) I'm sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin' I get me a check, don't know how to act, ah I get the bag, ah, like the North Face I get the cash now, she givin' more face These niggas mad, haha, I'm gettin' more cake Ain't going out sad, nah, nah, nah

Yo, Alvero Yeah Yeah Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah) Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah) Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah) Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah) Two girls come, tap me out (yeah) Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah) Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah) Just a million dollars in the loft Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble" Ride in the backseat with the chopper I'm smoking up the pound like a rasta Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred Big rubber, young nigga get blinded Big mansion but my bitch got money Me a big boss, pull up and stunt Why he cappin'? He ain't got no hundreds I was smokin up the pound, I'm blinded That's a drug, chop a hole in the hundred Niggas fakin', I'ma keep it a hundred If you talkin' 'bout my city, we running Call the shooters, make the pussies start running Smoke out the pound, used to go sell an onion You better get low, my niggas coming It ain't Calypso when we start drumming I got a rich hoe, I'm in her stomach You niggas really ain't talking 'bout nothin' Keeping it with me, I dare you to try shit These niggas safe in the hole, they sidekicks I'm talking money and they get it silent Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah) Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah) Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah) Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah) Two girls come, tap me out (yeah) Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah) Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah) Just a million dollars in the loft Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble" Ride in the backseat with the chopper I'm smoking up the pound like the roster Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred Big rubber, young nigga get blinded Unnuh nuh ramp wid mi money (nah) Find a yute, give me all the hundreds (yeah) Fuck dem gyal (yeah) Shove mi 'ood all in her tummy (tummy, you see?) (Brr) Yeah, she bust it (bust it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) She suck my dick then me fuck it Don't try me, clip have in thirty (thirty) Say yuh badda than me, 'top di fuckery (fuckery) Full ah courage, me 'tep out and go make dem duppy Dump dem ah rubbish (rubbish) Glock mek di place haffi bloody (bloody) And we have di power like Sonic (Sonic) Gwan like seh unnuh wicked and tough And a dem gyal ah suck off mi cocky (yeah) So me gi' her di porridge (yeah) Di protein shake fi her body She suck off mi dick and she go do the sloppy (sloppy) She make me buss like me callous And we have the big racks, fuck dem gyal and her mi killa (yeah) Roll up like Armadillo Wid some blunts weh bigger than cigar (yeah) Fuck me like I'm a real boss (yeah) Bought a Forgi', my wheel cost (yeah) Top shotta get you knocked off (yeah) Fuck around, knock your block off (yeah) Two girls come, tap me out (yeah) Hundred racks, I fucked that up (yeah) Maybach gon' drop me off (yeah) Just a million dollars in the loft Yeah, pull up the big mansion with the shottas She was a chicken head, I told her, "Gobble" Ride in the backseat with the chopper I'm smoking up the pound like the roster Kick a bitch out the crib like soccer Bet you, my shooter pull up in a Honda Bet, you ain't knock it off for a hundred Big rubber, young nigga get blinded

Cookie bag flavor, that's my fragrance (Types of cookie) What's the point of cuffin' hoes? They ain't faithful (What's the point?) Ghostride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrrt, Rolls or the 'Rari) I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (I'm sorry) And my bitch is bad, I can't do no basics (She bad, bad) Travel 'round the world, leaving traces (Yeah, whew) At the show, they rage, it's outrageous (Huh? Rage) They be throwing shade, they so shady (Rich) You a punk (You a punk), Don't touch my cup (Don't touch my cup) Ice it up, she wan' fuck (She wan' fuck), huh You goin' out sad today (Sad) She might get a bag today (Might get a bag) Ooh, I just might break the safe (Safe) I just might black the Wraith (Skrrt) It was just me and Take' (Take') Was a whole lot of cash to make (To make) I'm in the club with a rocket (Rocket) The racks are stuffed in my pocket (Racks) In my new coupe (Skrrt), it's a new boot Mixin' the Cookie with Sherbet Too many diamonds, I'm making 'em nervous (Ice) Got my cash right (Right) We sip Act' right (Act') Niggas still hatin' (Hatin') Thought I wouldn't make it (Woah) Call up the plug, he waiting (Plug, he waitin') Cookie bag got it stankin' (Stankin') Rich nigga, I was patient (Patient) Bitches all different flavors (Huh?) Cookie bag flavor, that's my fragrance (Types of cookie) What's the point of cuffin' hoes? They ain't faithful (What's the point?) Ghostride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrrt, Rolls or the 'Rari) I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (I'm sorry) And my bitch is bad, I can't do no basics (She bad, bad) Travel 'round the world, leaving traces (Whew) At the show, they rage, it's outrageous (Rage) They be throwing shade, they so shady (Shade) I don't smoke no OG, bitch, I'm only smoking Cookies (Cookies) Threw twenty bands at a random bitch at Tootsies (Thirty) No, I'm not your baby daddy, I just pop like fifteen Xannies (Ooh) Sip a pint, now I'm happy, side bitch from Cincinnati (Goddamn) Woke up, pop a bean (Ooh), that's my everyday routine (Yeah) On a PJ, sipping lean (Huh?), smokin' dope with Charlie Sheen (Woo) Ugly hoes can't hang with us (No), no, we do not pay to fuck That bitch look like a crackhead that sniff angel dust Ooh, I just woke up in a Bentley coupe (Huh?) Ooh, I know that she wanna fuck the crew Like damn, Lil Pump just gave your daughter a Xan' (Ooh) Like damn, fuck her so good that I broke her back (Damn) Cookie bag flavor, that's my fragrance (Types of cookie) What's the point of cuffin' hoes? They ain't faithful (What's the point?) Ghostride the Wraith, 'Rari just for racin' (Skrrt, Rolls or the 'Rari) I can't wait 'cause I ain't got patience (I'm sorry) And my bitch is bad, I can't do no basics (She bad, bad) Travel 'round the world, leaving traces (Whew) At the show, they rage, it's outrageous (Rage) They be throwing shade, they so shady (Shade)

(Ik hou het aller, aller, allerallermeest van jou) (Als ik niet bij je ben) Ik moest even weg een paar dagen Zonder haar naast me Om een antwoord te vinden op een paar vragen De waan van alle dag kan soms zwaar dragen En is de afstand wat je visie laat draaien Ik heb wat rust ingelast voor de leegte Ik heb wat boeken ingepakt om te lezen Onzichtbaar in de camouflage van het alledaagse Gewenning doet een mens snel vergeten Ik besluit om te lopen naar de stad Diner voor één in een leeg restaurant Ik kijk omhoog en zie je kleur rood in de lucht Die me doet denken aan je favoriete shirt Ik tel hier alle dagen af Tot ik bijna weer naar huis toe kan Ik hou het aller, aller, allerallermeest van jou Als ik niet bij je ben Nu zit ik hier op deze plek Tot ik mij ineens besef Ik hou het aller, aller, allerallermeest van jou Als ik niet bij je ben Ik hou het aller, aller, allerallermeest van jou Als ik niet bij je ben Ik moet weg van kleine dingen Ergens anders ruimte vinden Weg van de beslommeringen Van het leven dat we leiden Dus geef me even tijd Da's alles wat ik wil Om mezelf weer te zien als onderdeel van het grotere geheel Vanaf hier is alles oké, wij samen ook ey En als je wil neem ik het tijdschrift voor je ook mee Want dat is prachtig Zelfs de kleine dingen waar ik mij aan irriteer normaal daar moet ik hier om lachen Ik pak m'n telefoon en bel je op Om te zeggen dat ik toch wat eerder thuiskom Vreemd dat ik helemaal naar hier moest gaan Om te weten wat ik allang wist Ik hou het aller, aller, allerallermeest van jou Vreemd dat ik helemaal naar hier moest gaan Om te weten wat ik allang wist Ik hou het aller, aller, allerallermeest van jou Als ik niet bij je ben Ik tel hier alle dagen af Tot ik bijna weer naar huis toe kan Ik hou het aller, aller, allerallermeest van jou Als ik niet bij je ben Nu zit ik hier op deze plek Tot ik mij ineens besef Ik hou het aller, aller, allerallermeest van jou Als ik niet bij je ben Ik hou het aller, aller, allerallermeest van jou Als ik niet bij je ben Ik hou het aller, aller, allerallermeest van jou

Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Dexter Ayy, what's up bro? (Hahaha) Like, like, I need you to roll some Woods up, you know what I'm sayin'? Haha, ya dig? Dexter, what Dex Meet Dexter, ya dig me? Ooh, AP wrist (AP wrist like what) Whoa, Dexter, wait (Dexter, yeah, what) Baggin' huh (ooh), stackin' (stackin') Fuck your lil' bitch automatic, huh (I did) I got my .30 no lackin' (you what?) .40 on me so I'm packin' (whoa) Catch me downtown with your bitch (your Bitch), she doin' dicks (your bitch, what?) Off the coke and shit, man she love the shit, Up her nose and shit (ooh, up her nose and shit, Dexter) Wait, add it, add it, huh (what, ooh) Smokin' on Woods, I don't pass it (I don't) Niggas broke, they be braggin', huh Eighty my wrist for the fashion, huh (Dexter) Hop in my Lamb and I skrrt, huh (whoa) Bad bitch off the Perc (a what?) I put that money her purse (ooh) Run up on me put the holes in your shirt, Dexter (yeah) Y'know what I'm sayin'? (Haha) Like, like, I just be gettin' to the money, you know what I'm sayin'? (I do) Y'know what I'm sayin'? Like I got eighty, I really got eighty on my wrist, ya know what I'm sayin'? (80K) Ha, what, Dex Meet Dexter (haha, haha) Fuck your lil' bitch whatever Like I be talkin' my shit, y'know what I'm sayin'? 'Chino say talk your shit, It's the album (like talk your shit, Dexter) Jake roll up woods (haha, what's up Jake?) Bad bitch lookin' good (ya dig?) Uh Dexter Like wait (uh whoa) Ooh (yeah, a what?) Off it, off it (ooh, I'm off it) Pop a lil' pill, and I'm off it (you what?) Got a lil' bitch up in Boston (uh whoa) Swear to god she be ballin' (Dexter) Lick on that molly, she geekin' (a what?) Hop in that Maybach, we tweakin' (I do) Hit a corner for no reason (ooh) Ice on my wrist, you think I'm anemic (ooh) Cuffin' that bitch, I'm like for no reason (I don't) Yeezy my feet, just give me the season (a what?) Diamonds yellow like it's peein' (ooh) Hop in the Ghost, I can't see it (I don't) Off it huh, off it (I'm off it) Swear to god, bitch you lost it (uh whoa) Pop a pill, now I'm off it (ooh) Run up on him, put him right in a coffin (Dexter) Huh Know what I'm sayin'? (Hahahaha) Ooh, huh, what, huh Run up on him, he lost it Run up on him, put him right in a coffin (Dexter) Nah, like it's the, it's just the Dex Meet Dexter shit Y'know what I'm sayin'? I don't know what's goin' on But look at my wrist, ya dig? Dexter Meet Dexter What? What? What? Ooh, ooh, Dexter, yeah