Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick I pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick I put some diamonds on her toes, let that hoe know that I'm rich We was used to pullin' kick doors (That money go for Myles) I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up My bro on a steamin' stove, cookin' crack like grits Got this vibe on her tippy toes, strokin' her in a pent' LA live, I'm stayin' at the Loews with this Hollywood bitch Got a nine and a snubnose, can't wait to let it hit (Hit) Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick I pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick I put some diamonds on her toes Let that hoe know that I'm rich (Let that hoe know that I'm rich) We was used to pullin' kick doors You could still call it a lick (Lick) You broke and can't be fixed Went to Nieman's and spent a nick How you pour that? Don't make sense I made a whole mile off an inch I had 99 problems I just scratch you off the list (Scratch you off the list) Got some millions and went and solved 'em Now my neck cost a quarter brick I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up Bestie, bestie, I just hit my friend Told her catch me, catch me, I'ma lick her skin She so precious, precious, might not fuck again She too messy, messy, but hittin', no flexin' (No flexin') Rose gold ornaments (Rose) Dropped the two tint, car came with no tint You don't gotta use the door, you can hop in front of tip Bond 9 in the vent, think 'bout dyin' and get spent I got two B's on my boxers and a thottie in the bed I know niggas ran up a milli' Still didn't tell 12 shit (12, 12, 12, shh) I got skeletons in my closets (Woah) And they scared of me and shit (Closets and they scared) Mason Margielas under the bed screamin', "Rock me, kid" (Woah) I put water on my head, then she got seasick (I put water on my head) Couple opps played dead, and they still got hit I done bent lil' mama's spine but that But that still ain't my kid (Still ain't my kid) Only reason I answer my line (Why?) Is 'cause she drink my spit (No cap) I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, uh Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge

Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

Put your request in and get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want Yeah, I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want (We got London On Da Track) Say I'm whatever you want, yeah Tell that girl, "Give me your number" No tellin', whatever you want This dick, girl, you better be on (girl, you better be on) Talkin' my pole, the stick, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Workin' that over shift (yeah, yeah, yeah) That shit that you want it, shit (yeah, yeah, yeah) Put it down, but you a lady (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah Ain't no pressure, girl, have it your way Flashin' VVS all in your face Count a million cash all in your face, yeah, yeah Smokin' wherever I wanna You know who gon' put it on ya You said we could do whatever Fuck your man, say my dick better Talkin' that pole, gon' stick, yeah Workin' that over shift, yeah Your baby with you, dealin' with you Put it down, get you a Lyft, yeah Put your request in and get what you want Girl, it's whatever you want I'm on whatever you want Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want It's no pressure, baby Yeah, I'm on whatever you want Whatever you want I'm on whatever you want It's YG 4Hunnid 'Cause I like it, I love it I show you off to the public I got you, it's nothin' This how it go when you lustin' Yeah, yeah That pussy triple X, call me, I'll be right there, right there I'm her toy, we got stories, we get buzz like yeah, like Love you for that ass you got, you love me for dinero Usually I care about that, but I don't care though Niggas treat their side pieces better than their mains for sure So she ain't trippin' off them little things, no, no, no Stop playin', girl, what's happenin'? What's happenin'? I got that paper, I want plastic Ayy, stop playin', girl what's happenin'? Hit that request button, watch it pop up like elastic, girl I'm whippin' antidote, I'm straight out the corner store I maxed the black card and I got a lot of more Fuck on the west coast, right out there on Montrose I'm 'bout to kick some shit, I ain't talkin' punts though Bentley coupes and Royces at the front door And she got a nine, ain't talkin' Rondo Got money on his head like it's a poncho (poncho) I got money like a spread, talking dangerous I spread the money on this hoe (I spread the money on this hoe) I'm bussin' all over her homework I'm 'bout to bless her with some dome, yeah (with some dome) I'm 'bout to pass her, come and give a dog a bone, yeah (sheesh) I told the bitch, It ain't no question, gon' get what you want Put your request in and get what you want What you want, baby? Girl, it's whatever you want Tell you, I got the Maybach, I can put you in the Maybach I'm on whatever you want Yeah, yeah, I mean like, what you need? An iced out Rolex? You can get that too Yeah, it ain't no pressure, girl, get what you want Oh, you wanna be a lady? A grown lady? You want the Rolex with no diamonds? Yeah, I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I can, I can do that, girl Yeah, say she love my type, but she know she ain't ever had this She ain't ever had it like this No I ain't her man, but I'm here when she wanna get managed Shawty know she bad but she don't even know she the baddest When it come to checks, after ass, man, I don't need the fattest I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want I'm on whatever you want (We got London On Da Track)

We The Best Music They ain't believe in us Juice WRLD did (we did nigga, haha) DJ Khaled DJ Khaled with them straps, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, we the best, bitch, I'm number one, uh-huh (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Bitch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no runnin' u-u-up We ain't runnin' away from shit, we the ones runnin' u-u-up (that's on God) No Limit gang the only gang, ain't no other one (nigga, that's on God) I'm gon' bang what I bang, ain't no changin' up (on God) Ain't no changin' up (on God, on God) I'ma do my thing (I'ma do my, uh) Married to this cash (married to this, uh) I'ma buy it a ring (let's go, let's go) My dreads, they hang (let's go, let's go) Like Shabba Ranks (Shabba Ranks) My gun Chief Keef (yeah) The bitch go bang-bang (b-b-b-bow) I rap, I sing (uh) With the clan like it's Wu-Tang (uh) But I hate niggas like Klu Klux (uh) Run up on me, I don't give two fucks (at all) Choppa leave a nigga so fucked up (what else?) Sewed up (what else?), sewed up (what else?) Toe up, from the floor up (uh-huh) Sip lean 'til I throw up (uh-huh) After I throw up, I'm gon' pour up (yeah) I need another one (uh) Heat up on my hip, I up like the sunrise I got another sun (let's go, let's go) Ran out of ammo, switched to my other holster Another gun (grah) Damn, like, "He got another one?" (He does, yeah) DJ Khaled with them straps, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, we the best, bitch, I'm number one, uh-huh (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Bitch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no runnin' u-u-up We ain't runnin' away from shit, we the ones runnin' u-u-up (that's on God) No Limit gang, the only gang, ain't no other one (nigga, that's on God) I'm gon' bang what I bang, ain't no changin' up (on God), ain't no changin' up (on God, on God) My gun, a horny one (it is), that bitch a thot alright (she will) My gun, a horny gun (she is), she down to fuck all night (uh-huh, she will) She wanna fuck all night, (ye-yeah) vacuum, she wanna suck all night in my room (ye-ye-ye-yeah) Rolls-Royce truck, Lambo truck, whatever one has the most legroom (skrrt) Skrrt, that bitch go vroom (skrrt) I won't Tom Cruise her, the bitch gon' move Still live like a Mission Impossible, dude (uh-huh) Gun sing like it got auto-tune (uh-huh) I'm T-Pain when it come to that tool (uh-huh) Money got longer when it come to that Uz' (uh-huh) Sip lean, I'm still awake, no snooze (uh-huh) I'm on bullshit like Carlos Booze' (tell them) I'm swervin' with the Swervo tape all in my head (let's go) I blow up like a turban on top of my head (let's go) Codeine sip, ain't no Bourbon, no Bourbon in here (on God) Even though I'm a cowboy, gun smoke in the air, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, a hundred racks, I made another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled with the tats, I got another one, uh-huh (on God) DJ Khaled, we the best, bitch, I'm number one, uh-huh (let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Bitch, I'm rookie of the year, ain't no runnin' u-u-up (on God) We ain't runnin' away from shit, we the ones runnin' u-u-up (that's on God) No Limit gang, the only gang, ain't no other one (nigga, that's on God) I'm gon' bang what I bang, ain't no changin' up (on God) Ain't no changin' up (on God, on God) Oh, that's on God Oh, that's on my life Oh, havin' the time of my life Get in the way of that, nigga, you gon' die Oh, 999 NLMB, No Limit gang, I'm in my prime, yeah Don't waste my money, don't waste my time Uh, come here darling, have the time of your life Come suck me sloppy, come here and get naughty Come here and get naughty, come suck me sloppy That bitch be hidin', in the back givin' sloppy-toppy

Oh, you better hide, outside it's a mad scene Stepping on each other with all eyes up on the big screen Running like we got somewhere to go Every high is followed with a low, low, low, low Wild times So easy to find in such a wild world In such a wild world In such a wild No one makes it out the fire Faces passing by, what's inside is invisible Lost another friend to a fight that I'll never know Running like I got somewhere to go Every high is followed with a low, low, low, low (Low, low, low, low) (Low, low, low, low) (Low, low, low, low) (Low, low, low, low) Wild times So easy to find in such a wild world In such a wild world In such a wild No one makes it out the fire

(If young Metro don't trust you, trust you) I can't take one Percocet, start tonight off, I just took a 60 Burberry on me, shoot you in your back, you just got Pretty Ricky I tie the Chanel runners, then I get back to running the city And I know that it's hell coming, I ain't worried, my niggas, they with me Gotta put the narcotics down, I can feel 'em fucking up my kidney And punching my liver If I let it kill me, my mama'll never forgive me Ain't numbing my feelings, if I let it kill 'em, my baby will never forgive me This remind me of hell, sometimes I wonder if that's where God really sent me Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn The truth hurts, let it bleed out, if they hurt you, let 'em leave My heart hurtin', let me bleed out, only way I'll find peace I'm tryna get set free, but these chains on me Choke me, I can't breathe, what's reality? Uh, detached from myself Uh-huh, numb the pain with my wealth Uh, a bag from Chanel match the double C on my belt, uh Bands in my pants, I barely be holdin' my pants up But the money ain't the answer I'm just tryna reach some new highs Mix this with that, bet it feel nice Codeine, only sip if I got ice Look my girl in her eyes, tell her I won't die I fell asleep too deep that one time Woke up to your cry, girl, I'm fine But I lied Had a dream, I wasn't gon' wake up this time Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn Hands up in the fire, burn, burn, burn, burn I pray to God for some water to wash down these Percs I been cursed since birth, guess I never learn

Wha- Uh Let's see if you a rider Let's see if you a rider That sounds clean Hey Let's see if you a rider for real I don't know if you a rider for real I'ma fight for your love, survival for real Uh-huh Let's see if you a rider for real I really wanna see if you a rider for real Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel Makes you a straight-up rider for real I don't know, I don't know If I should give you the key to my soul I don't know, no, I don't know My paranoia and insecurities hold me close Lay me down to sleep with my casket closed Nail it shut, make sure not to leave a thing exposed I don't know, oh, I don't know Blonde hair don't care, please don't leave me froze Stuffed cigarillos and Percs keep me whole "Should've shot it in the head" Words from my bro But anything for romance, I'ma risk it all Oh, oh Let's see if you a rider for real I really wanna see if you a rider for real Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel Makes you a straight-up rider for real I don't know, I don't know If I should give you the key to my soul I don't know, no, I don't know My paranoia and insecurities hold me close I'm codeine Cobain, I'ma pour a four I don't do cocaine, but it's Perc in my nose I suffer from excessive road-rage Take my life and crash it into this hoe It don't matter, you can have my heart Kill me faster, what's mine is yours On a platter, I watched you grab that dagger She's a stabber But is she a rider? Or is she poison, a viper? She gets me high as supplier and I'm on fire Will she be my firefighter? Let's see if you a rider for real I really wanna see if you a rider for real Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel Makes you a straight-up rider for real I don't know, I don't know If I should give you the key to my soul I don't know, no, I don't know My paranoia and insecurities hold me close