Cook that shit up, Quay I'm takin' off again, suicide doors, I won't let 'em in Four or five cars, livin' like a god, payin' for my sins And this life that I'm in important I can hop in the Benz, a foreign Marlo said they come in in the morning I got vibes, every state I got choices Gucci coat like we stand on the corner with Mitch Like I'm straight out the 'partments, I'm rich as a bitch Takin' mine off the top, let lil' bro keep the difference Put an A in Atlanta, stand up for my city I was re-in' up daily, they thought I was kidding I was puttin' my profit up, saved me a milly I keep pourin' up Fantas so shit gettin' ridiculous Hope the doctor don't say that I need a new kidney Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up I fuck with Lil Baby, no infant (Uh) I used to make plays at the Quick Trip (I did) I spent a twenty on Quick Picks (Tell 'em) I run it back like a pick six (Woo) Add it all up, it's a re-up, man I'm ballin', I need equipment (Ballin') I just bought a lift kit (Yeah) Said she fell in love with a misfit (She love me) And fuck your opinion, you know how I'm livin' My closet say, "To be continued" (Fuck you) Back in the days I used to make plays At Spondivits off of Virginia Ain't no contender (Nah) Tattoo my name on placentas (Woo) I read a bitch like a kennel Made a half a mil' in a rental (Woo) All of my verses suspenseful My cuz a blood, menstrual He draws down, pants I know that they care for your instrument I ball, I need me an agent I just might be your replacement (I might) I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience (Alright) I got a whole lot of money But I got a little patience My bitch a trip, vacation Too many chains, plantation If you a real nigga It ain't no expiration Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' (Huh, Wop) I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up (Go) They say Gucci's a criminal Flood my timepiece with emeralds (Burr) Not conserve' or no liberal Donate Rollies for Christmas (Huh) Heard I shop at Bar Harbor I spent reckless on denim (Wow) She so fine, got her addy Fucked, told my folks where to send her (Well damn) New 'Rari, half an M See the horse, know the emblem It's Big Guwop, it's him Always us over them (Fuck 'em) Niggas say they gon' do this and that Then duck when I see 'em (Huh) Don't compare me to Slim I could never be him (No) Copped so many new baguettes That I'm gettin' sick of myself (Bling) Big bully, crushed my peers So now I pick on myself (Huh) Highly decorated soldier, I got hits on my belt Big diamond choker chokin' on me, man like Conor McGregor (It's Gucci) Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble Still duckin' the laws, I gotta keep on runnin' I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit ain't enough, I need another come-up

Charlie Shuffler Cocaine in your bitch brain Gettin' high since Friday When my bitch say No pain when my mind fade Cold chain Switchin' lanes, bumpin' Gucci Mane Cocaine in your bitch brain I make it rain when my bitch say No pain when my mind fade (when my mind fade) I've been high since last Friday (Friday) Dope veins, wear the cold chain Switchin' lanes, bumpin' Gucci Mane I don't listen what my friends say (friends say) I can't cry, but I'm a crybaby (I'm a crybaby) I can't lie, I might die, baby (might die, baby) But as long as I'm alive, we gon' shine, baby (we gon' shine, baby) Look me in my eyes, baby (in my eyes, baby) I've been high since last Friday (Friday) I can't drive, but let's ride, baby (let's ride, baby) And as long as I'm alive, I'ma die, baby (I'ma die, baby) Time flies on the highway (highway) I've been high since last Friday Cocaine in your bitch brain I make it rain when my bitch say No pain when my mind fade (when my mind fade) I've been high since last Friday (Friday) Dope veins, wear the cold chain Switchin' lanes, bumpin' Gucci Mane I don't listen what my friends say (friends say) I can't cry, but I'm a crybaby I can't lie, I might die, baby (might die, baby) But as long as I'm alive, we gon' shine, baby (we gon' shine, baby) Look me in my eyes, baby (in my eyes, baby) I've been high since last Friday Charlie Shuffler

Cash Money, AP Tyga, Wop, burr Ooh, BatGang on the track, bitch Baby, when I sip a little I miss you a little Baby, when I sip a lil' more I miss you a lil' more (Wop) Baby, when I sip a little I miss you a little Baby, when I sip a lil' more I miss you a lil' more Baby, when the lights are low and the night is warm You like it slow, I used to rush to you Baby, when the rain pours down Reminds me of touching you Baby, when I'm out and the pill hit I start to feel shit, shit I used to feel when you still here Sometimes I roll over like you still there I been rollin' for a week and I'm still lit Got a baby for my body high Baby for my head high Got a lil' baby for my bedtime Got a lil' baby come through in the a.m. for the cereal My boutique lil' baby got more poochie than Emilio No, no, I don't think they feel me though Lookin' in the mirror, I'm a miracle You know when I sip a little, I might send a missle Hit you with that tongue emoji, wanna lick that I be on a mission, yeah, I know you see the vision, yeah Still wanna see me, got me feeling like I need you, when When I sip a little I miss you a little Baby, when I sip a lil' more I miss you a lil' more (Wop) Baby, when I sip a little I miss you a little Baby, when I sip a lil' more I miss you a lil' more (Go, go, go) Baby, when the lights are low and the night is warm You like it slow, I used to rush to you Baby, when the rain pours down Reminds me of touchin' you (Wop) She just wants some closure, my thing out is suicidal I bet she hear this song and think of Guwop inside her Drop top with my top open, her heart broken, I'm liable My ambition as a rider, is all about survival Glacier blue McLaren and I drive it like MacGyver Got so many Birkin bags That bitch can't make her mind up I'm the owner but I'm coach and play I just might change the line up Too bad he wanna be with Gucci gang But I won't let him sign up Big ol', big ol' diamonds got 'em lost in the sauce Yeah, you crossed the line like the stones in the cross I was on the boss, now I'm boss of the boss And I just crack a smile 'cause you done, stick a fork Baby, when I sip a little (Gucci) I miss you a little Baby, when I sip a lil' more I miss you a lil' more Baby, when I sip a little I miss you a little Baby, when I sip a lil' more I miss you a lil' more And the vibe don't lie I hear what you sayin' But the vibe don't lie I'm where you wanna be layin' at Who you playin' with? I'm not a toy thing I'm a man, I'm not your boyfriend, I boost off the poison We sip a little, mix a little, twist a little, kiss a little We lick a little, just a little but this ain't little (This ain't little) I was tryna call you All summer, tryna fall through I hit you like where are you? When I sip a little I miss you a little Baby, when I sip a lil' more I miss you a lil' more Baby, when I sip a little I miss you a little Baby, when I sip a lil' more I miss you a lil' more

Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Hold up, Baby (Baby) You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it? I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit? They know I would pay for them to get a facelift Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement Opps talkin' crazy, hope my Glock don't jam Gotta make it back home, take care of my lil' one When it's time to ride, I'm like fuck makin' a diss song Went and bought a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit on Every rapper on the come-up send a song for me to get on Ain't nothin' wrong, I used the plug for me to get on Ten thousand dollar outfit, I got this shit on DM-in' my hoe, another nigga I'ma shit on Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em (Wop) Gucci cuttin' up, time for a button-up (huh) Haters face crunched up like I cut an onion up (damn) Your rent pay for what I paid for the temp fade (huh?) Got the blocks any day, yeah, them Dikembes (blockies) Got the trap goin' up on a Wednesday (up) Samurai, choppin' up work like a sensei (Wop) Keyser Söze, vibe out like Coldplay They don't really know no nothin' 'bout the old Ray (no) Trappin' out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (huh) Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie, are you okay? (Wow) Junkies in the hood singin' like the old Jay Dope so good, make your uncle sell the Bluray (damn) Drop the top off the Rolls like a toupée Fiasco when I pull up like I'm Lupe (uh) Castro, but now in the new day Shoot him in the head, I ain't never like him, no way Billie Jean, bitch I'm tryna see your whole team He think he slick so I shot him in the doorway (huh) Another murder, boy, known for duckin' murder charge Double murder, tried to pin it on me like I'm OJ (wow) Quadruple cross him like a nigga owe me Cold-hearted like I never had a vertebrae (it's Gucci) Boss talk, make 'em bring it to your doorway 4 Pockets Full, whippin' up a four-way Realest (realest), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Engine in the rear, put a million in the front (rear) What the fuck is fear? Chopper eat you like it's lunch (fear) Fourth and long, nigga, but we don't go for the punt (long) Lookin' at the thottie body, this hoe is a runt (thottie) Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas start to run? (Wait) Wait, these bitches wanna come fuck with a don? (Woo) Wait, if a nigga talk about some funds, I relate (relate) You hate, I did the race, Tay-K (skrrt) Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in the vase (Meech) Practice what I preach, money on the daily (practice what I) She not NeNe but she leaks oh so crazy (she not NeNe) Niggas plottin' and I peep with a lazy (what I peep) Push the money out, I'm in labor (woo) She tryna fuck me for some clout, hurt my baby (clout) I got money stashed somewhere in my acres (stash) My left wrist sad 'cause my right glacier Realest (hey), in it (in it) I was on the block because I was suspended Niggas, bitches (bitches) I ain't takin' shots, I hope no one get offended G550, this is not a rental New AP, limited edition Still be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols I done went to jail, I still can go and get 'em Hold up, Baby (Baby) You been goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it? I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys 'round the nation I won't stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's some hate shit See I'm out in public, why don't never say shit? They know I would pay for them to get a facelift Penthouse at the top, I come from out the basement

C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) Super stupid swag, you can call me Argentina Run up on Flocka, homie got that Nina I will burn you, boy, I'm not playin', boy You know 'bout me, boy, built to destroy So Icey Army-slash-Navy-slash-Marine boys We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods We got hella Crips, we got hella Kings We got hella folks, niggas sell coke Some sell pills, others sell weed We got what you need, and we work them M's bitch The bitches drilled him; hoes killed him Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him And they film him, yes, they love him But they dirty, you can't really trust them Niggas at your front, niggas at your back door They even at your window, heard you got that kinfolk (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) All I need is weed; all I need is coke All I ask for one thing: Hit Squad boys to never go broke Clayco let my niggas go, free my nigga Kebo Free my nigga Gucci, So Icey, niggas tryna stick me? Just because I'm icey? Boy, that's your life, G Dick me and pipe me? Naw, that's unlikely The Dale (Ain't gon' have that) Campbellton Road (Ain't gon' have that) Boulder Park (Ain't gon' have that) Morrow (Ain't gon' have that) Mount Zion (Ain't gon' have that) North Joy (Ain't gon' have that) Tara Blvd. (Ain't gon' have that) Upper Dale (Ain't gon' have that) The Hill (Ain't gon' have that) Point South (Ain't gon' have that) Jonesboro (Ain't gon' have that) So Icey (Ain't gon' have that) Westside (Ain't gon' have that) Eastside (Ain't gon' have that) Northside (Ain't gon' have that) Southside (Ain't gon' have that) Think about what you do if you run up on me Think about what you do if you run up on me Flocka! C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)

KG gonna trouble you Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music Reload DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man Squad, baow, baow, baow Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music How could I leave y'all back like that without one more? Y'all was with me every show, all around the globe Every minute in the studio, fans Y'all became my best friends, this is God's plan Y'all encouraged me to be woke, encouraged me to eat right Y'all energy kept me afloat Y'all stuck with me through my marriage Y'all was with me wrong or right Y'all was with me all the way, how could I throw that away? How could I forget them lonely Nights starving, y'all put food on my plate I was in a lonely place, y'all showed me a way Y'all told me keep making music, boy, put down that dirty K I listened to every word, now I showed my whole hood the way Flocka Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music My first time in the booth Swear to God, they start laughing at me I ain't give a damn, I was rappin' tacky Six months later, had my first show And I ain't never look back, nine summers in a row I brought Chaz and Dunk to every show Them So Icey Boys, niggas know I'm talkin' Wooh, French, and Juiceman Guc' fresh out in the Mulsanne I'm on the side in that Ghost, mane Bricksquad, we run the game Them Bricksquad niggas run the game The ego kicked in with the fame Guc' and Juice started beefin' Wooh and Frenchie barely rappin' Where that left me, where that left me? Stuck in the ghetto with all of my niggas Every concert, I brought all my niggas Jumping in the crowd, acting wild, young niggas We was chasing our dream, we ain't never had shit Came from the bottom, now all of us rich Diamonds gon' glist' on our neck and our wrists You niggas know y'all not living like this, squad Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music

I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Piss ass nigga you ain't never drunk I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey) I'm Waka Flocka, nigga Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga I'm on the block my nigga Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set I'm like Meech, my nigga Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas Waka Flocka name still good in these streets Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach When it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my nigga I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be twerking nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Check his background, he ain't who he say he is Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit Boy I must admit a lot of rap Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies John Gotti Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga Now the feds tryna kick in my front door I got lawyer fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka) I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti