It's Gucci 1017 Sett 1152 (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) Go Uh, yeah Yeah, motherfucker, it's personal And this shit ain't personal, it's just, it's how I feel Drippin' in Bape today, might break out that cake today, oh, yeah, okay (hey) Drippin' North Face today, I got the bitch face today (her face) Shorty got head-head over her legs-legs, yeah (her neck-neck) Shorty know I ain't spendin' bread, shorty is dead-dead (she weak, baby) Everything I got, it be fast (Frrt), we don't give a fuck 'bout the fеds (frrt, frrt) Puttin' niggas on 13, he fightin' for his life in the mеd' (in the med') Pop them exotic drugs, I move slow off the meds (percs, yeah) Steppin' on shit 'til they dead, nigga, and know I ain't scared (I ain't scared of nothin') Got a whole lot of backend on him (on him), for sure know we cashin' that check (that check, checkmark) Bitch see us, break her neck, this shit up on us, we don't flex (no) The level I got as a boss (boss), they committed disrespect Only hatin'-ass niggas after that (after that), they don't wanna see me next (next, nigga) See me with his bitch, he depressed, he can call her his ex (whack-ass nigga) Lame-ass nigga like him, we for sure give niggas an X (X on him, lame-ass nigga) Nigga, you know we'll check, we known for gettin' niggas blessed (amen, phew, yeah, nigga) (Fuck the opps) Tryna pump his nuts, he next, all that woofin' on the 'net (on the 'net) Can't say we don't spin 'bout Nasty, niggas know we get back (ayy, Paw, we spin) Free Stuart, nigga, keep all the rats, free all the guys, that's on Mack (shh) I still shed tears 'bout Mark, some times that I can't get back (can't get back, yeah) I flew out to Vegas with Larry (me and Larry), spent couple racks on kicks (went Balenci') And all the times that I was down, I knew 3 had my back (yeah, 3) My fat boy Beef got packs, get it gone, get it back (get it back, get it home) Yeah, I'm always up on go, I'm always movin', never relaxed I don't talk 'bout nothin' and then move like a Mafia, nigga, shoot up, blatt We get shit done, the business, none of that 1152, the job, slatt, slime (Go) All this pain and trauma, done been through so much drama (drama) And all the shit I did, I know I put stress on my mama (mama) Rest in peace lil' Dude, the boy was just like my family (Dude) R.I.P. to lil' Quinn, I used to show peace with his daddy (Quinn) I don't give a fuck about a Grammy, I'm on a yacht in Miami (Miami) Why you bought Sett out of jail? 'Cause that young nigga be snappin' (Sett) Lot of these niggas be cappin', lot of these rappers just rappin' (damn) Might go and shoot a scene in my hood, show 'em where it really all happened (six) My brother and cousin a trapper, even my auntie a trapper (wow) Say shit run in my family, used to have dope in my Pamper (well, damn) Welcome to East Atlanta, don't get put on that channel (nope) I robbed that boy in Savannah, I put it down in 'Bama (wow) It go down any time of the day, ain't nobody safe (grrah, grrah) I'm stayin' out of folks' business, I ain't in nobody case (shh, shh) I was dirty broke, lil' Ray, but that was way back in the day (lil' Ray?) And a nigga robbed me with a Desert, but I came back with a 'K (grrah, grrah) (Fuck the opps) Tryna pump his nuts, he next, all that woofin' on the 'net (on the 'net) Can't say we don't spin 'bout Nasty, niggas know we get back (ayy, Paw, we spin) Free Stuart, nigga, keep all the rats, free all the guys, that's on Mack (shh) I still shed tears 'bout Mark, some times that I can't get back (can't get back, yeah) I flew out to Vegas with Larry (me and Larry), spent couple racks on kicks (went Balenci') And all the times that I was down, I knew 3 had my back (yeah, 3) My fat boy Beef got packs, get it gone, get it back (get it back, get it home) Yeah, I'm always up on go, I'm always movin', never relaxed I don't talk 'bout nothin' and then move like a mafia, nigga, shoot up, blatt We get shit done, the business, none of that 1152, the job, slatt, slime

I've always heard people say it But I guess I never fully understood I thought that they meant you'd be easy to forget But it's drivin' me crazy Out of sight out of mind, you opened my eyes And now I can see what you mean to me I was so blind, out of sight, out of mind You know it hurt when you left me But I thought life would go on without you That was easier said, can't get you out of my head I don't know if I'll make it Out of sight out of mind, you opened my eyes And now I can see what you mean to me I was so blind, out of sight, out of mind I was so blind, out of sight, out of mind

I remember your goodbye And the late december sky Seems so long ago You were standing on the quay And you blew a kiss to me I was sad to go The ship began to pull away Then i heard a stranger say It's sad to see true lovers part 'Cause sometimes lovers feel a change of heart Out of sight and out of mind Well the stranger's words came true And the prophecy went through I knew it would change my world 'Cause when i called your home A whispered conversation I overheard I asked you what was going on You said that i'd been gone too long And the rain that fell in west berlin Was nothing like the rain that fell within Out of sight and out of mind Oh, Regine Here am i So far away Out of sight, out of mind Love has gone, but i will shine Day after day I will take what love i find So i made some other plans Took my life in these two hands And i know i won't turn around Though i often see your face When i'm in a crowded place It doesn't get me down I met a girl with smiling eyes Full of love and worldly wise She told me she knows what to do To help me put the memories of you Out of sight and out of mind Oh, Regine Here am i So far away Out of sight, out of mind Love has gone, but i will shine Day after day I will take what love i find Oh, Regine Here am i So far away Out of sight, out of mind

We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids Them they got moved by these hard rock Brooklyn kids Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin' classics You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane They flock to booms man, boogie had to change Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions Why's it so fly 'cause hip-hop kept some drama When Butterfly rocked the light blue-suede Pumas What by the cut we push it off the corner How was the buzz entire hip-hop era? Was fresh in fact since they started sayin' outie 'Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie The puba of the styles like miles and shit Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms Just sendin' junky rhythms right down ya block We be to rap what key be to lock But I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat, Im' cool like dat I'm cool like dat, I'm cool like dat I'm cool like dat, I'm cool We be the chocolates taps on my raps She innovates at the sweeta cat naps He at the funk club with the vibrate Them, they be crazy down with the five plate It can kick a plan then a crowd burst Me, I be diggin' it with a bump verse Us, we be freakin 'til dawn blinks an eye He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup) Who understood, yeah, understood the plans? Him heard a beat and put it to his hands What I just flip let borders get loose How to consume or they'll be just like juice If it's the shit we'll lift it off the plastic The babes'll go spastic, hip-hop gains a classic Pimp playin' shock, it don't matter, I'm fatter Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones) And I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat, I'm chill like dat I'm chill like dat, I'm chill Blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink, blink Think, think, think, think, think, think, think We get ya free 'cause the clips be fat boss Them, they're the jams and commence to goin off She sweats the beat and ask me 'cause she puffed it Me, I got crew kids, seven and a crescent Us 'cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt Him, that's my man with the asteroid belt They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll The lyrics just like you, come and stack some roles You used to find a bug in a box with fade Now he boogies up your stage, plaits twist or braids And I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat, I'm peace like dat I'm peace like dat, I'm peace (check it out, man) And I groove like dat, I'm smooth like dat I jive like dat, I roll like dat Yeah, I'm thick like dat, I stack like dat I'm down like dat, I'm black like dat Well yo, I funk like dat, I'm fat like dat I'm in like dat 'cause I swing like dat We jazz like dat, we freak like dat We zoom like dat We out

(TF) Long as hundreds keep on comin' in I don't never need no company Work my wrist up I keep runnin' it Show my ass when I'm in public (Aye aye) Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) Keep comin' in Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) It's comin' in Long as hundreds keep on comin' in I don't never need no company Work my wrist up I keep runnin' it Show my ass when I'm in public (Aye aye) Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) Keep comin' in Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) It's comin' in When I do what I do Make sense it don't really got to Idc as long as it fit Real goons around me And trust me they got me Sip lean I'm a zombie Can't fuck wit no witch They talk of me highly I used to be hollin I flex like Almighty These beats I'm still choppin' That durag I'm rockin You still Kodak boppin' New shoes I'm still coppin' But still learned my lesson I moved on to houses Still don't want no spouses Just fuckin' accountants I knew who had doubted My head still up proudly And bitch I'm still bout it These beats I'm still choppin You knew nothin' bout' it I pull out the cannon and just get to wildin' I don't got no kids so let women act childish Young rap prophet always been bout the profit I know you gone fold I can tell you ain't solid Yea Long as hundreds keep on comin' in I don't never need no company Work my wrist up I keep runnin' it Show my ass when I'm in public (Aye aye) Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) Keep comin' in Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) It's comin' in Long as hundreds keep on comin' in I don't never need no company Work my wrist up I keep runnin' it Show my ass when I'm in public (Aye aye) Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) Keep comin' in Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) It's comin' in Just tryna run it up Money keep comin' in Tryna drop dub on a time piece Somewhere hangin' wit some dead niggas on top of blue paper that where you'll find me All this drippin got these haters turnin up they faces like they had some lime squeezed Soon as the pack touch down and my phone stay jumpin' and kick it Quan Chi Love that song when that money come in Ben Franklin that's my best friend Young nigga do it big on top like a lid Run it up then flip the backends Bad bitch spicy like cajun Bag make a nigga look Asian Young nigga don't got no patience Wrist workin like ya fingers when ya typin' on mavis Bag comin' in from all different type of angle's like McGrady Give a bad bitch The D like B. Davis Fuck a bad bitch hell naw I won't save her Sauce drippin' on me all over the pavement Every nigga 'round me gettin' paid but they hated Smokin on gas like a gang of Jamaicans Cut the fuck niggas off like face shavings Slidin to the guap like a nigga be skatin' Long as hundreds keep on comin' in I don't never need no company Work my wrist up I keep runnin' it Show my ass when I'm in public (Aye aye) Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) Keep comin' in Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) It's comin' in Long as hundreds keep on comin' in I don't never need no company Work my wrist up I keep runnin' it Show my ass when I'm in public (Aye aye) Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) Keep comin' in Keep comin' in keep comin' in (Aye) It's comin' in Keep it on me for the robber's and schemer's I cut em off because I know I don't need 'em I get the sack and then I run up a bag I go and get it just like I'm a receiver Taking chances tryna run up the revenue Niggas plottin' but I'm 2 steps ahead of em OG rolled and a 2 cup of medical Wish I would put a bitch on a pedestal Sauce drippin' tryna steal off the drip Liu Kang how I switch up the kick Gymnastic how I double the flip 30 minutes just to load the stick I'm workin' my wrist til I jugg up a M I ain't wasting no time to go triple or double it I'm in the bricks where them niggas be scheming And niggas be robbin' And niggas be runnin' it