The waves in my fade will make a bitch need a surfboard I ain't on the track like gds, crips, and vice lords Plus latin kings if ya bang throw yo rag up Whole clique flagged up, zone ghetto tags up Black car, white guts, you can call it oreo Gucci bring pies to yo door like he dominoes Soldier like Geronimo my house big as the pinnacle Used to trap at Texaco but now I'm finna buy the one Rims on my M, bitch a trim, wanna lay with him Slim with the tilted grill, flossin all the diamond gems Actually trapping got me counting cash rapidly Wheels spin backwardly, Bricksquad factory Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No All I know is click cock, hit pop I can't let this shit stop Just to see is everything, that's go help my shit pop Whoo da King, Whoo da Kid whatever you call me bitch But I'm not Alfamega never turn my back and turn snitch Red Maserati peanut butter seats will kidnap you Running day shit I call that my rotten apple I don't need no chauffeur I can drive that shit my fucking self Ooh my smoke my glock my bro I'm strapped in here with no seat belt And I move the punchlines I'm pimpin the track Ol cliffhanging nigga stop swinging on the sack What's that shit he said about homie run it back Track work studio so everything is crack Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No I don't got no brain no more my brain probably in lost and found If you find it give it to me I'll give you 800 thou Million worth of jewelry on, when now, right now Bling blaow, your out, kids see it's safe now Chopper size of you shower, rims bigger than your house When you see me girl smile, I stay for a lil while In the back with a strap and the clip don't crack 10 pounds of loud, 200 thou My dead homies could see me now I bet I make sun valley proud Bouldercrest my stomping ground Stand 10 toes down to stomp you down 40 glock you double pump you Fucking fuck ya Wacka trunk you Gucci Mane invisible mane I'm right man can't see me lame Rims so hot like stove top stuffing, lil pussy ass nigga... Pressure, Pressure, these boys under pressure I know he a college boy I heard he a stepper Hydro, Eyes low, Whoo Da Kid and Gucci Mane Oh No

I like my waffles and my chicken dipped in Louisiana Hot sauce It's getting hot in here I'm on that country grammar Big boss Only good vibes over here So you can save that drama Get lost Or it's a Quavo outside with my Migos Please don't make me take off Ain't got no cares, I feel free Wake up each day and be me Say a prayer Watch the sunset Thank the most high he ain't done with me yet I'm way too blessed to deal with your mess Refuse to be stressed I'm stuck in my ways One day at a time Build & succeed This work in progress I give nothing less Mood I like my waffles and my chicken dipped in Louisiana Hot sauce It's getting hot in here I'm on that country grammar Big boss Only good vibes over here So you can save that drama Get lost Or it's a Quavo outside with my Migos Please don't make me take off I like my waffles and my chicken dipped in Louisiana Hot sauce It's getting hot in here I'm on that country grammar Big boss Only good vibes over here So you can save that drama Get lost Or it's a Quavo outside with my Migos Please don't make me take off Sunny Sunday What a fun day What did cube say? Kinda day every thing going my way Paid on time Bills in line Family fine Skills on shine I wake and pray and make filet of everything I slay Where I'm from if you ain't killing something you don't eat today So I'm working when I play But never play with what I say I done ate in almost every state From VA to CA Cuz my network strong My net worth long Inhibition gone Game mode on Know you're gonna feel it when you're hearing this song That's the reason Black Reign been around so long I like my waffles and my chicken dipped in Louisiana Hot sauce It's getting hot in here I'm on that country grammar Big boss Only good vibes over here So you can save that drama Get lost Or it's a Quavo outside with my Migos Please don't make me take off I like my waffles and my chicken dipped in Louisiana Hot sauce It's getting hot in here I'm on that country grammar Big boss Only good vibes over here So you can save that drama Get lost Or it's a Quavo outside with my Migos Please don't make me take off

I think I need something new Always something new with you Always something that I do wrong You're so headstrong If you're right then get gone Glue to what I can't repair now Undercover child scared now Double life is my career now Morning tap just to stare down Any other sort of barrel Brand me a star and dress me in apparel Apparently was destined in this epoch to sequester myself into my own despair, well Mama birthed me with depression My grandfather's own investment Joined by gifts I was blessed with Just to pack boxes to make rent, shit Predestined with endeavors Feel like poison to whoever Sewn together to untether Never let the rope sever I think I need something new Always something new with you Always something that I do wrong You're so headstrong If you're right then get gone I ain't been sleeping well lately I can't turn off my mind That shit just keep running That shit that stay on the grind Sometimes it's a super power But Most of the time it's very tiring Wish I could just go to sleep But I can do that when I die I don't know what's coming next All I know is that I am stressed I just need to look around and realize that I am blessed Just need to sit down and take a breather I don't give a fuck, boy I'm getting even So boy better not give me reasons Know things change it's more that seasons It's life everyday And I try every way I can I'm amazed I am at what I did I took a lot of risks And now here we is Thank God I have this Thank God I've missed I think I need something new now Something that will hold me down Something that's gonna hand me crowns So I say I think I need something new Always something new with you Always something that I do wrong You're so headstrong If you're right then get gone

Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke You rapping better than me, that's a good joke I was laughing all day at it had my ribs hurting Told yah girl no huh, but she still flirting Probably ain't wanna go home to you no surprise She need good dick I can see it in her eyes Well lucky you baby cuz I can provide He said I made her cum three times, telling lies It's amazing what men do for their pride They be puffing their chest it ain't attractive homie All that talk just shows me that your a phony She da baby she riding me like a pony Giddy up she going going down she feeling on me Scottie Pippin I ain't livin in nobody shadow A bunch of roaches and some lighters sitting on my mantle I juggle masters, rap bars, it ain't shit to handle I guess I'm built for it, I need a big fortress When it come to the money I'm like run Forrest Skirt skirt in my Ford Focus I'm saving gas money how much it cost I'm Like damn honey she been begging All night so I put it in her damn tummy Okay I'm white it ain't that long But the way I hit it make her curve up her backbone Sitting in the house, smoking tree from a black bong She laying in my bed looking good in that black thong Looking good in that black thong like damn Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke You rapping better than me, that's a good joke Four months since I last hit the blunt smoke And I ain't itching for the liquor and the blunt tho I been getting by with friends, I ain't need the drugs tho Clean and skinny made these girls think I'm fun tho Or maybe cause I got somebody else tho Privacy I don't need your social wealth tho That time taken is sacred and for my health so Should it matter to the gram we ain't post tho And I can see why to haters that it matter Plenty of your business is healthy for the pallet Judgement come thru, but I take their fuckin mallet And I live how I want, so fuck you and your ballot It's all image, and no substance Why you think I'm off the substance If you really been wondering You can ask me, it's one hundred, bitch Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke You rapping better than me, that's a good joke And if I could fly I'd be gone by half past five And if I could fly I'd be gone by half past Fly as a kite, changes with the weather Badder than a bitch, other days untethered Whether or not it's your business It's only up to me to finish So we been up one day, straight out the next Coming for the rings, y'all come for my neck Either way I'm out on top, see you when I leave the shop I've been glued to my desk, trying to write a hit Either this shit gonna knock, or you won't give a shit But that's fine, I've been doing it for myself for the longest time I'll see you when you catch up to me in time I'll see you when you catch up to me in time And if I could fly I'd be gone by half past five And if I could fly I'd be gone by half past

Emily, what do you need from me What do you mean, evidently, it's me You're stuck in the middle I'm Frankie Muniz You're Hillary Duff I blame it on the rents But it's all my fault Yeah it's all my fault With my feet on the dash Weed crumbs float and we skipping on class Time with you's money so the bank don't last Smile don't fade in the summer, blink fast If you got another minute say so If you got another chance in you say so Feeling this burning in my chest I can't stomach this if you go and turn around to me and say no You're stuck in the middle I'm Frankie Muniz You're Hillary Duff I blame it on the rents But it's all my fault Yeah it's all my fault Living in a summer night's dream About mid-June Had love, had you Had faith shit was true But the memory fades It's so far gone It's been so long But it feels like yesterday We work better in a haze I'm just looking for a little shade You look good sipping lemonade Sweat dripping from the glass of your Minute Maid, well We're sipping on the sunrise Swimming through the moon Stay up all night Wake up at noon You're stuck in the middle I'm Frankie Muniz You're Hillary Duff I blame it on the rents But it's all my fault Yeah it's all my fault Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold me, hold me, hold me You're stuck in the middle I'm Frankie Muniz You're Hillary Duff I blame it on the rents But it's all my fault Yeah it's all my fault Emily, what do you need from me Emily, Emily

With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on Finna mask up, go duck dodger Face paint on like Heath, pardon my interruption Old soul, young bod, Benjamin button Hand me a wrap I can fill it with something Rock in my chair Imma be here a minute But smoking on something that make me feel lifted Hold up Only in the H will I pull up, wait Bad chick calling my phone up Wrong number hoe, I got some shit to do So I gotta go I'm in VA chilling with bro He got the smoke, got it for low I'm taking that shit and I'm flipping in higher You need some dick I'm the best supplier No Jim Carrey, ain't no Liar, Liar Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on Shits starting out to get oppressive I might have to check on the peasants Priest like a reverend But I talked to the rabbi to ease my depression See I seek out the ones who gonna help And you seek out the ones who gonna hide from the message See I don't play with the cards I was dealt I hop in the lab and then make a profession I treat the game like a double, I'm working from morning to close And throw out my rolls, and hop in the Rolls Double R baby, a rose from a rose My mom was a goddess, you know how that goes Aphrodite had the sun that arose God of fear that I properly chose So don't even come to me with all that bullshit you probably on Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on