Take a knife and cut through the darkness, castle-temp red wine But I make no plans and none can be broken, no plans and none can be broken Remember us just like this forever, nut this can't last, won't last So make no plans and none can be broken, no plans and none can be broken Do you laugh about me whenever I leave? Or do I just need more therapy? Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out Buried alive inside my dreams, but it was all a fake-out And I don't care, I just gotta figure out a window to break out Buried alive inside my dreams, but it was all a fake-out, fake-out My mood board is just pictures of you, but I'm not sad anymore So make no plans and none can be broken, no plans and none can be broken But I didn't take the love when I had the chance, but I swear I'm not sad anymore So make no plans and none can be broken, no plans and none can be broken Do you laugh about me whenever I leave? Or do I still need more therapy? Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out Buried alive inside my dreams, but it was all a fake-out And I don't care, I just gotta figure out a window to break out Buried alive inside my dreams, but it was all a fake-out, fake-out Oh-oh, we all started out as shiny dimes But we all got flipped too many times We did it for futures that never came And for pasts that we're never gonna change Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out Buried alive inside my dreams, but it was all a fake-out And I don't care, I just gotta figure out a window to break out Buried alive inside my dreams, but it was all a fake-out, fake-out

F*ck all that talking lil' bitch I'm 'bout action Say he getting money I need me a fraction I don't know who the fuck think that they gassin' A hundred round drum on the drake, no relaxing Come out the cut while we get ta clapping Rewrap the brick in an orderly fashion He from the country you know that we taxin' Street niggas stash everything under the mattress I know these f*ck niggas don't want it with us Smoke you like a swisher I turn you to dust Nasty lil' b*tch wanna swallow a stuff Gamble wit ya life, you just ran outta luck Sexy lil' b*tch but she agy as f*ck I can't trust a b*tch got a d*ck she can suck F*ck on her friend like a dog a slut Pull on her hair while I'm smacking her butt, aye God forgive cause I'm finna sin Four deep in this b*tch finna spin a Benz Dont knock you off finna spin again Put a hole in your ass and your mf twin I know he pissed off had to bury his hitman You bummy as f*ck and you can't pay the rent man Get your axx shot cause you wanna be big man Thought he was tough left him smelling like sh*t man Thought he was tough it was smelling like sh*t man Bummy as f*ck and you can't pay the rent man I know he pissed off had to bury his hitman My mama found out that I'm trappin' 12 hit the spot hide the bricks in the attic Gave birth to a demon a mf savage Nappy head bitch you know this sh*t get ratchet XD-M 9mm and it came with attachments Roll up big thuwops you know I can't pass this Slim gutta b*tch she say she want her ass did Can't f*ck with my b*tch my b*tch is not average M-A-F-I-A I snuck in that rod you gon die today Eat up these bullets tooth decay .38 special that throw away I'm not superman I can't save the day Pack came in you know we straight Run in yo shit and run out with a safe I did it again you know I got away Oh oh they ain't got a clue You gone get shot if you mf move It's a stick up better get with the grove When its a go I'm on point with the tool This nigga a clown like Boo Boo the Fool Lil' b*tch you can't trap you need to go back to school Spin round your block like Hula hoop Fuck droppin' one tryin' to hit a few My yungeen fast lane just made the news Bounce out with that K now your life is through Pop out this b*tch like peek-a-boo Can't come to the trap like who is you You being a b*tch is nothing new We love them "drakes" 7.62s On a lick all I know is stick and move Keep up with the pace or your ass gon' lose Keep up with the pace or your ass gon' lose On a lick all I know is stick and move Boy you being a b*tch is nothing new Gang! GANG!

Put my trust in my nigga know he won't tell on me I ain't eyeballin' sh*t know I got my scale on me Nigga worried bout me, nigga who killed your dead homie Say we gone beat this b*tch out til' them folks call 12 on me Went to the spot, eviction notice on the door Say we gone trap it out til' we run out of dope Say f*ck the rent man this our block, they all know Say it's Lil' Badaxx I give young niggas some hope Know Vito got me bout my top that boy gonna blow We all wildin' tryna add more to the score This drank here got me hollerin' Pullin' up on your block like there he go They got hit up I ain't see a thing I swear that I don't know You scared to die don't come outside it's gunfire I don't like to question that man but God why They took my brother wish I could look him in his eye My uncle died I held it in tried not to cry Like what we living for if we all gotta die Still won't let them niggas take me got me clutchin' on my fire Lil' brother dead and gone he looking down up from the sky Mama boy didn't make it home, he didn't beat them streetlights You better keep your pole them demons lurkin' out at night Them boys say they gon get me when I catch 'em it's on-site Lil' ManMan he the plumber grippin' on a lot of pipe F*ck up that money a couple times before I finally got it right Tryna take off like a rocket sh*t didn't happen over night Thought I was dead they call my phone tryna see if I'm aite Delt the cards you did but you ain't play your hand right I lost all of my feelings my heart a block it cold as ice "Never had sh*t... I wasn't fixin' to let them take sh*t from me. Badaxx nigga." Bullets rainin' on your block we let it shower Feel like the world is mine I got a lot of power Stop showin' love now they say I'm turnin' sour I'm tryin' to run them dollars stack it tall like the Twin Towers Imma shine like a light and I ain't talkin' GA Power Junkies hit the door late night he up he lookin' for that flour Let him boot up in the spot say turn me up just a lil' louder I'm posted in the trap gotta hit the road in like a hour I been clutchin' on my rocket death be right around the corner Rather get caught with it than Without it, you ain't got it ya ass a gonner Trap boomin' on the block, we havin' bags of marijuana He got hit up, living through the baby, he was an organ donor

Nigga blowin' up my damn phone say he wanna song Tired of hearin' my ringtone lil' b*tch just leave me alone Mobbin' in my own zone dont know what's going on Pray to God I make it home I know I'm livin' wrong He better watch his damn tone I'll pick a nigga bone Don't text me hit me the Samsung before I blam sum' Niggas talk behind them cameras they sum a actors Like I just won't slam sum' hold you for ransom Niggas cappin' on the low to they hoe (you's a bitch) If you a lame then you can't hang you gotta go I was raised up by some niggas kickin' doors Junkie hit the door he lookin' for the blow That sh*t that hit ya nose and make it look like snow Pillow talkkin' to these b*tches yous' a hoe Applyin' pressure nigga handin' out this smoke Can't cuff a nat nat let me get up in her throat Jump in this water you can't swim then you gon float I ain't a killer but don't take me as a joke I'm still quick to burn a nigga like some toast Can't ride my wave no you can't get up in this boat Why she text me everytime I make a post Off a Xanny in the booth and it got me feelin' slow I'm on go KTE b*tch we gon pipe it up fasho Got her grippin' on the cover now she say she want some more Nigga blowin' up my damn phone say he wanna song Tired of hearin' my ringtone, lil' b*tch just leave me alone Mobbin' in my own zone, dont know what's going on Pray to God I make it home, I know I'm livin' wrong He better watch his damn tone I'll pick a nigga bone Don't text me hit me the Samsung before I blam sum' Niggas talk behind them cameras they sum a actors Like I just won't slam sum' hold you for ransom Nigga blowin' up my damn phone say he need a zone Boy what type of shit you on, don't talk like that on phones Yo b*tch kno I'm a dog nigga I hit her with this bone Nigga thinking that it's sweet I hit em with the chrome Pack touchdown so it's no relaxin' I'm letting this shit go whole and I ain't even taxin' Niggas say they havin' It's just good cappin If I don't make it rappin' Imma make it trappin' Nigga blowin' up my damn phone say he wanna song Tired of hearin' my ringtone, lil' b*tch just leave me alone Mobbin' in my own zone, dont know what's going on Pray to God I make it home, I know I'm livin' wrong He better watch his damn tone I'll pick a nigga bone Don't text me hit me the Samsung before I blam sum' Niggas talk behind them cameras they sum a actors Like I just won't slam sum' hold you for ransom

Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block (aye yeah) Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block (aye come here) Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block (yeah b*tch) Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block (ya bad axx n*gga) Beat up the block Running from 12, got the dope in my sock We gone come through and we gone shoot a lot Light this b*tch up, give 'em all that I got (uh yeah) I got the drop If he got them bands, umma run in yo spot Young, wild, and reckless they want me to stop We gone pull up with them thirties and mops (uh yeah) Beat up the block Serving the junkies, they lookin' for rocks I'm in the trap, it got too many locks Been gettin' off this pack, ain't punchin' the clock We got them sticks and we got dirty Glocks Play with my jit they gon rip off ya top [gun sounds] (aye yeah) Beat up the block yeh, my young n*ggas beat up the block (aye yeah) Beat up the block, yeah beat ya b*tch outta her socks (uh yeah) I know they gon plot Beat the block out 'til them folks call the cops I got that sack on me everywhere I go, we gon trap this b*tch out (uh yeah) Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block (ya bad axx n*gga) I just been gettin' off this pack If i took yo sh*t then you ain't gettin' it back I just want the bread cause the cheese for the rats Remember a youngin' was rockin' them plaits B*tch we up now you can go check tha stats Them folks hit the spot then I'm hittin' a four flat My slime ball so brazy he yellin' out slatt He shot at me now he think he can relax If you cross that line it ain't turning back Play with the gang then yo ass gone get whacked We pullin' cards you gone get yo sh*t snatched If he want smoke ain't no thing we can match Remember hittin' licks kick the door off the latch My lil' b*tch so spoiled I swear she a brat Stomp a b*tch out like a f*ckin' door mat 44 bulldog it's got knock off ya hat Aye beat up the block, beat this b*tch out 'til the mornin' Uh yeh beat up the block, I'm on the Ave. when they snoring My shootas gon do you lil' n*gga no question I know that they scorin' Hell shells on his block you can get it lil' n*gga let me know if you want it Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block (aye yeah) Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block (aye yeah) Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block (ya bad axx n*gga) Beat up the block yeah, young n*gga beat up the block (aye)