Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God (yeah) And I want you to leave (and I want you to leave) You are not who I need (you are not who I need) Our love's all pretend I could feel weed, it's a trend I was better off with your friend (yeah) Think we can talk it out? Maybe (ooh) Or we could talk about your daydreams Think we can talk it out? Maybe Or we can talk about your daydreams Feels like a million miles between you and me So if you can go without it, I want you to leave I want you to leave Take control, and let me know 'Cause I can't stay here, I need to go If I give you my name, I know I'm sure (about you) If you play them mind games, I'll show you the door I'm tryna learn from my mistakes 'Cause I know I only got one more chance I know you've been burned by all these games I'm just tryna be a better man Think we can talk it out? Maybe Or we can talk about your daydreams Feels like a million miles between you and me So if you can go without it, I want you to leave I want you to leave Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God (yeah) Oh my God (yeah) Oh my God (ayy) Oh my God (Lil Uzi)

Psycho Yeah, yeah I'm the first one that gon' turn up the mob Fuckin' that bitch and her aunt, yeah (huh?) I got the motherfuckin' Glock on me, yeah I got that 40 like what? Yeah (Glocky) I don't even know of these niggas, nuh-uh (bop) Mask on my face like I rob, yeah Niggas, they talkin' that shit, but nuh-uh (shh) None of these niggas, they raw, uh I done pulled up with a whole lot of guap Pulled up, a whole lot of knots, yeah (of my guap) I done pulled up with a whole lot of thots Most of these niggas, they opps, uh I don't even know why these niggas, they opps Most of thеse niggas get popped, uh That was for free and that shit was from mе That shit, it came with a dot, yeah That shit, it came with a price, ooh My neck, it came with some ice, ooh (ice) Fucked on your bitch, that was twice, uh (twice) Fucked on your bitch, that was twice, uh (twice) I had to go outside 'Cause I felt like I was the only one out of space (Out of space, out of space, huh) Where am I? (Whoa) Yeah, yeah, outer space (oh, my God) Yeah (what?), outer space (what? Yeah) Yeah (huh?), outer space (oh, my God), yeah (what?) Outer space, outer space (what? Oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (where am I?) Outer space, outer space (huh? Oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (whoa) Outer space, outer space (huh? Oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (yeah) Outer space, outer space (what?) Outer space, outer space (yeah, ayy) Sheesh, fee, fee I've been countin' racks ever since 3G (racks) Stackin' them rackies up, stand like three feet (yeah) Yeah, Mike Jackson, hee-hee (what?) My boys, they trappin', they sellin' it Hitting the block, it go hee-hee (yeah) Takin' the molly, the better batch That shit gon' hit you like hee-hee (what?) I just pulled out the Lamb', yeah I got a slatt like him, yeah I'm on the side of the Benz Don't put up with molly, I poured up this lean, yeah I do this, yeah, huh, I do this, haha, yeah, yeah I'm on the X, I be zooted, yeah (uh) I'm on the Perc', I be fooded, yeah Hop out the four-door, I swerve, swerve (woo) I'm in the sky, I'm a bird, bird My twizzy sliming, they birds, lurk (bop) Yeah, told her, "Let's get it" (get it) I've been up inside that Tonk', yeah Who decided you could talk? Yeah I been chillin' at the top, yeah My wrist so heavy, it's a mop (lil' moppy) I just called up my lil' demon He told me to take every Perc' 'til it's gone (boot) I just woke up, take a X for the boot up Out my mind, bitch, I'm feeling like Buddha (out my mind) Blicky hammer, got to send me a photo (baow) Stilpane, pour the eight in my soda (uh, uh) I've been countin' racks ever since 3G Stackin' them rackies up, stand like three feet (racks) Yeah, Mike Jackson, hee-hee (yeah) My boys, they trappin', they sellin' it Hitting the block, it go hee-hee (oh, my God) Outer space (oh, my God) Outer space, outer space (huh, oh my God) Outer space, outer space (whoa) Outer space, outer space (whoa, oh my God) Outer space, outer space Outer space, outer space, outer space (huh, oh my God) Outer space, outer space (oh my God) Outer space, outer space (yeah)

I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah, DY Krazy) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah Yeah And you know me, I'ma just charge it to the game Uh-huh Five, four, three, two, one I was 'posed to love you until the sun was done Said I changed when the money start comin' How the fuck you think I wasn't gonna catch on to all that game you was runnin'? See the mula, it got longer, but my mind, it got wider That's why you ain't want me to wear no condom Now tell me what's that about? Why you tellin' niggas about my stash spot? She lucky I ain't kill her, could've gave her an ass-shot See, I'm not worried about them niggas, 'cause I got boys that's gon' crash out See, drive up on your block, do the drive-by, and then smash out (skrrt) Whip it up in the kitchen, no potatoes, got mash out Man, you see I don't care about love I got off-topic, I start Talkin' about the drugs and all of the profit and (yeah) Talkin' 'bout the shit I learned, the streets, they gave me knowledge (yeah) See, I saw a nigga get killed back when I was a toddler, yeah So how I'm 'posed to love, girl? Now how I'm 'posed to fear? Yeah I talk to bitches even when you right here I text 'em in then room when we layin' right next to each other I try my best just to hug her with my fingers crossed 'Cause I know deep down inside, I am really doing wrong (yeah), yeah I done fucked all her friends, all her enemies too I think her mama even feelin' me too You got a million excuse When you broke, I just bought me a Richard Mille and this shit cost a deuce, yeah Summertime, top off But all my seats, they all made of goose I'm not embarrassed, she sucked my dick and I did not feel a tooth I got a lot to lose, but I lost all my moods (Yeah) Ever since she fucked that nigga that's older than Snoop But I can't blame her because Babygirl had to get her bills paid They was up and I got my meals late Don't give a fuck, nigga, I still feel great I still feel weight Man, I'm touchin' on your hand and you still don't feel me Damn It's just a lullaby, yeah Sometimes you just gotta say bye (I don't wanna die young, I don't wanna die young), yeah (Put me on my side) Picture me, broke as shit (what?) Not gettin' money, shit, I'd probably be hittin' licks (yeah) Probably be flippin' bricks (yeah) Probably be pimpin' chicks (yeah) I don't know, nigga, I'd probably be a hitter or somethin' We kill niggas for like 50 G's (flex) I got that nigga hit for a ten piece (yeah) They shot that nigga broad day, he was boxed in See, in Philadelphia, you know I'm really locked in Now that boy got a shit-bag on Suboxone Shit, man, we kill for fun Got a problem with him? Then it's problem with me, 'cause ain't no one-on-one That's how I ride for my gang, that's how I ride for my dawgs 'Cause nine outta ten these bitches, they be frauds (yeah) Yeah, whatever, I jumped off the porch late (so?) If you put your hands on me, you gon' get your day See, my bitch, she think I'm havin' fun, I'm just cheatin' But I'm just gon' stack my money and I'ma attend every meetin', uh I ain't worried 'bout love, man, I love the drug Drug is the money, stack it up and take care of my family I remember I used to stack my money just to cop Xannies Now I got bitches from overseas takin' off they panties See, I'm a Leo like a lion but my life is oh so dandy I walk around five hundred, nigga, don't try jam me (fresh) They'll pull a white sheet off of you like you a piece of candy I'm so high, man, I swear I'm never landin', I'm gone, yeah And it's just crazy how The whole time niggas be plottin' on you (goodbye, world) These bitches be plottin' on you All you gotta do at the end of the day You came in this world by yourself, you gotta go out that way Yeah It's just a lullaby

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa, oh) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, brr) Yeah-eh I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son I don't even know how I made it I was nervous, but I had patience I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest I don't even know how I made it Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye-bye, baby" Fuck me, you get Mercedes Fuck me, you get Mercedes I like my girls from the hood (I like my girls from the hood) I know I'm not nothin' good (I know I'm not nothin' good) I know I'm misunderstood (yah, fuck 'em) I know that you're all alone I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son And my circle tight just like some Cheerios Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (ayy) Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial And my circle tight just like some Cheerios Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode Legends never die, I got on white, so there's no burial (Lil Uzi) Now, back up Shawty gave me brain (what?), she got her master's (yeah) Pull up with ten whips (whips), like, what's a Mazda? (Yeah) My man's in a Ghost, I call him Casper (whoa) I can't trust a ho, no, I can't track her (none) I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone) That's why you tryna call my phone, yeah (that's why you tryna call my phone) I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone) I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son Got my racks up (I'm a dog, you gon' feel this) Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (yah) Rackies, my good looks like, fuck, I'm handsome (whoa) My money's so long, it's for my grandsons (yes) I don't even have no fucking plans, son (plans, son)

Tay Keith, this too hard Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up I paid some extra before we even come out And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin' I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin' Go run the store, run and get rubber bands I done got rich, I done put on my mans Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin' They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand She take a trip, she come back with a tan I take a trip, I come back with them bands When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin' She throw a hoodie on soon as we land She don't like pics, I got too many fans I'm runnin' shit, I can do what I want And it's really a limit, you do what you can I found the booth and I put that shit up 'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing I swear I don't even know her name I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance They gave me ten M&M's on advance Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me I guess it was part of the plan How he on fire, but he cool as a fan? Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin' I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band Free all the bros, know I would if I can If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it 'Fore I was twenty-one, swear I was savage, smashin' Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself and my position, who doin' that? We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that Niggas talkin' way too much, I ain't goin' back And forth with niggas 'cause these niggas be holdin' racks On the real, yeah, we know you don't own them racks Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back I turned eight million right until I'm a quarterback Spent a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back (Twenty-four, woo) I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the crockpot like it's Betty They say the drop hot and it's ready Might stretch it out, but it ain't fetti (Yes) Say my dawg doin' time But I know he ain't gonna snitch 'Cause it's still some shit he didn't tell me My dawg stabbed his celly He told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?) Went up on my price, in my pocket like Kelly Fucked her in the telly, no I can't not say who, no telly My head gettin' heavy And you know I still got Balmains on my ass (Woo) No, I can't do no Amiris Said I'm takin' trips, long flights, they scary She said her birthday in March, okay, cool, so that means you an Aries I told her, "Gotta go," she said, "You serious?" Diamonds cold as December, my vibe Sagittarius Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up (Haha, period, period, slatt, woo) Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself and my position, who doin' that? I can switch up and come back another way If the vibe ain't right, come back another day Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave Remix weed, we put it in a microwave Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J He can say what he want, but he gotta pay Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay Sell my drugs 'round the corner I pay all these bills, I'm a grownup My cars a lil' different, I own 'em I ain't with no leasin', my bitch tellin' me I need credit It's loud and clear if I said it I come from the gutter, I spent me a hundred on Chevys You can take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out of me Know the hood proud of me I Givenchyed my tee, went and upgrade my teeth Yeah, I dropped out of school, but that paper on me Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up Dior store can't keep up with me I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me I'm never comin' back, them people under me Not the fans, yeah, the haters Lotta bands on the table They say I went commercial, I ain't know it They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back Play myself and my position, who doin' that?

Status (Status) Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid Baddest Baddest bitches gon' come my way Balance (Yeah) Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay) Countin' Stackin' my benjis every day Got an XO piece, square rocks (Rocks) All my opps dead, I hope they rot (Rot) Chopper go chop-chop-chop (Brr) 'Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top (Top) Clean the block, block, block (Block) My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (Pop, pop) How much money you got? (You got?) I told her a lot, lot, lot (A lot) Brown boy got the game on lock (On lock) Brown boy fuckin' all these thots (Thots) Run up, we gon' pop, pop, pop (Pop, pop) Brown boy ain't never get got (Yeah) Gucci on every sock (On sock) Got her suckin' my cock, cock, cock (My cock) Got ice, talkin' rock, rock, rocks (Rocks) Summertime, need a drop, drop, drop (Skrrt) I'm scared of gettin' caught, caught, caught (Caught) Let him bleed out, he got shot (Shot) Lots of cameras on my block (Block) If I get caught, I won't talk (Talk) I know they wanna see me in a box (Box) Pull over, then I take off (Off) Cover my body with expensive cloth (Cloth) Status (Status) Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid Baddest Baddest bitches gon' come my way Balance (Yeah) Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay) Countin' Stackin' my benjis every day Got an XO piece, square rocks (Rocks) All my opps dead, I hope they rot (Rot) Chopper go chop-chop-chop (Brr) 'Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top (Top) Clean the block, block, block (Block) My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (Pop, pop) How much money you got? (You got?) I told her a lot, lot, lot (A lot) I told her a lot, lot, lot (Lot, lot) Can't talk 'cause you might be the cops (What?) Get the bird and I make this shit flock (Brr) I can make the bird do the worm out the pot (Woo) Fuckin' on your bitch, I secure my spot (Spot, spot) Got a Bentley with the frog eyes, hop, hop, hop (Skrrt) Woah, come on now, why would I stop? Yeah (Woah) I kicked the bitch to the curb, yeah (Curb) When I was ridin' on the block, uh (Let's go) That girl, she a nat-nat, yeah (Nat) I need a fly swat, swat, uh (Swat, swat) She like the way I'm mixin' up my rocks, yeah (Woah) The diamonds hit, leave a mirage, yeah (Woah) The Rollie don't ever tick-tock, yeah My sections don't never, um, flop, yeah One-nine-four-two, yeah Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, yeah He talkin' shit, then he got shot (Brr) Them bullets went through him, they hot (Hot) He leakin', that boy need a mop (Mop) That Glock, it don't miss, got a dot (Woo) I sold over, so how could I flop? (Yeah) She keep speakin', that bitch, she a thot (Thot, woah) Status (Status) Millionaire status, I'm gettin' paid Baddest Baddest bitches gon' come my way Balance (Yeah) Lost my balance, but I'm okay (I'm okay) Countin' Stackin' my benjis every day Got an XO piece, square rocks (Rocks) All my opps dead, I hope they rot (Rot) Chopper go chop-chop-chop (Brr) 'Fore she fuck me, give me top, top, top (Top) Clean the block, block, block (Block) My shooter got a mop, mop, mop (Pop, pop) How much money you got? (You got?) I told her a lot, lot, lot (A lot)