Fo' sho' (oh, no, no, no, no, no, no) (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) Fo' sho' Yeah, mm Tell a nigga, "Don't play" (tell a nigga, "Don't play") Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay (right where you lay) Know I keep my distance, one call and I'm on the way (I'm on the way) I'm tryna see 'bout it (see 'bout it) The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it Yeah, they know we 'bout it (we 'bout it) Only run with steppers, can't do a weak body (weak body) Only V8s and V12s when we ridin' (we ridin') Bad bitch, she ridin', ayy (she ridin') And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang, know he slidin' RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps Fuckin' with rich niggas, we won't hit licks, hit for stocks All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop And I'll take a nigga life 'fore I take a bitch to shop Only do the red keys (red keys) Ain't a dead body, but I'll stretch her out on the bed sheet (on the bed sheet) 'Fore I fuck her, you know that I ask her for the head please (head, please) Get the nigga dead, please (dead, please) 10K, get the whip, flip, that's a rip-stick, dead G's, dead Glocks And I ain't Young Money but I'm down to make the bed rock, ayy I'ma roll out the pussy, watch the gang, roll a dead opp Told the bitch to head rock Know the beat knock how her head bop And I'm a clean nigga but you know I like the head slop Slide when we headshot (headshot) I'm a fan of the green beam, don't do the red dots I'm the type of nigga to give her dick, I'ma make her legs lock (legs lock) And I'll still run a nigga down, I'm tryna head-shop (head-shop) I'm hitting every shot (every shot) Tell a nigga, "Don't play" (tell a nigga, "Don't play") Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay (right where you lay) Know I keep my distance, one call and I'm on the way (I'm on the way) I'm tryna see 'bout it (see 'bout it) The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it Yeah, they know we 'bout it (we 'bout it) Only run with steppers, can't do a weak body (weak body) Only V8s and V12s when we ridin' (we ridin') Bad bitch, she ridin', ayy (she ridin') And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang, know he slidin' RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps Fuckin' with rich niggas, we won't hit licks, hit for stocks All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop And I'll take a nigga life 'fore I take a bitch to shop Two FNs stuffed in my Amiris, these ain't Levi's Knew how it felt to hold a gun when I was knee-high Uncle Ray let me hold his .38 whenever we'd ride (we'd ride) At the age of five, back then, I ain't understand, I ain't see why (let's go) And a nigga damn sure never saw me rappin' Either way it go, they gon' have to catch me with that fire, no lackin' Quit frontin' your move, ain't none of y'all bitch ass niggas about no action I get mad in this bitch, come off my hip and wet up your Starter jacket And the niggas I'm with gon' step on any other nigga that saw it happen Hope you lil' niggas know Every nigga 'round me, he done did it before, I'll kill you at my show 200 25 thousand get me out the door, half a million or more I make her cry me a river before we get close, need to get me a boat Tell a nigga, "Don't play" (tell a nigga, "Don't play") Make it hard for you, send shots right where you lay (right where you lay) Know I keep my distance, one call and I'm on the way (I'm on the way) I'm tryna see 'bout it (see 'bout it) The only man I fear is God 'cause they know we 'bout it Yeah, they know we 'bout it (we 'bout it) Only run with steppers, can't do a weak body (weak body) Only V8s and V12s when we ridin' (we ridin') Bad bitch, she ridin', ayy (she ridin') And I gotta fuck with the gang, gang, know he slidin' RIP the opps, gotta put clips on opps Fuckin' with rich niggas, we won't hit licks, hit for stocks All of the whips convertible, tell her to pick the drop And I'll take a nigga life 'fore I take a bitch to shop

IMixNation for real Oh Lord, Jetson made another one This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money And I hear he gettin' it from a cousin (Okay) And I don't give a fuck if it was just a couple hundred I'm still gon' need my motherfuckin' money Rookie ass nigga wanna play mind games Okay, I see you, bitch, I'm dumping He gon' keep on tryna hide and try not to bump into me 'Cause he know I'm with the shits and I'ma burn him Okay, I made a right and I got off on Sugar Creek Saw the police at the Shell, I saw them niggas look at me My trunk was big and so I stood out Made a left, threw the blinker on, pulled in the cookout I picked the blunt back up, I'm good now White man, black shades, hold up, that's a lookout, okay I kept it pushing, shook him loose Lit the blunt and dropped the window Saw my nigga, chucked the deuce (What's happenin', nigga?) I heard you're strapped, I got one too, play with me, huh BlocBoy JB, I'ma shoot (I'ma shoot) Ayy, when the last time you seen lil' buddy? When you see him, tell that nigga I still need my money, fuck that This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money And I hear he gettin' it from my cousin (Okay) And I don't give a fuck if it was just a couple hundred I'm still gon' need my motherfuckin' Money (Still gon' need my motherfuckin' money) Rookie ass nigga wanna play mind games Okay, I see you, bitch, I'm dumping (Bitch, I'm dumping) He gon' keep on tryna hide and try not to bump into me 'Cause he know I'm with the shits And I'ma burn him (I'ma burn him, okay) This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money In the spot and he done stored a couple onions (Couple onions) It's cool, I ain't trippin' 'cause the chopper hold a hundred When I see him, I'ma have to show him somethin' Okay, I got the drop, it's time to go now They say he in Onyx tippin' bitches, tryna show out Bitch invite him over, they like, "Zacc, he at the door now" He got his ass out like Cold Heart at the ho house (Okay) I hit him twice, made him shiver Drove his body from the Bluff all the way to Broad River (Okay) And I ain't even wanna sleep lil' buddy I was tryna help him out, was tryna feed lil' buddy, fuck that This non-trappin' nigga out here fuckin' up the money And I hear he gettin' it from a cousin (Okay) And I don't give a fuck if it was just a couple hundred I'm still gon' need my motherfuckin' money Rookie ass nigga wanna play mind games Okay, I see you, bitch, I'm dumping He gon' keep on tryna hide and try not to bump into me 'Cause he know I'm with the shits and I'ma burn him, okay

Yuh, yuh Know we one that same shit, nigga You know me and my niggas on the same shit 'Mano (Gang) Bang, nigga, throw your gang up I'm insane nigga Lame nigga, you ain't cut like us You can't hang nigga Rain, nigga Choppa hit your block, let it sang, nigga (Brrrr-ra-pa-brrr) Get some stain, nigga Bang, nigga If a nigga buck, bust his motherfuckin' brains (Gang) My youngin' got the flame, he'll key ya for a chain These niggas ain't got 'caine, they actin', it's a shame If you don't give a fuck, throw it up, nigga, bang Big Crip, I'm a big Crip, crackin' big shit 23rd, back to 21st, that's the same shit In the field I can send the blocks, nigga, get him hit NBA, shootin' out the gate, Steph Curry wrist Oh shit, I got sixty pointers on my wrist like I'm Nip And you can ask around, I got my neighborhood rich I'm rollin' up my opp, I let my youngin' take a hit I never gave a fuck, this money ain't changin' shit Still, I'll bust your brains, money ain't change a thang I don't pop no Percs, I pop a nigga for my pain Welcome to the zoo, all my niggas, they untamed I ain't sparin' you, hit 'em point blank range Bang, nigga, throw your gang up I'm insane nigga Lame nigga, you ain't cut like us You can't hang nigga Rain, nigga Choppa hit your block, let it sang, nigga (Brrrr-ra-pa-brrr) Get some stain, nigga Bang, nigga If a nigga buck, bust his motherfuckin' brains My youngin' got the flame, he'll key ya for a chain These niggas ain't got 'caine, they actin', it's a shame If you don't give a fuck, throw it up, nigga, bang I don't give a fuck, they fuckin' love it I just sent my new hoe to the gun store, had to up the budget I got in with a .45 and a .40 on me, I'm clutchin', clutchin' Your stacks in my name, I give 'em an alias 'cause I was up to somethin' (Let's go) I can't name a nigga that's hittin' the way Baby hittin' He a monster, monster (Yeah) And I can't make a play 'cause now I'm a famous nigga Give my brother them numbers (Okay) Like the way for the drought, flood, swim Bitch, I'm uppin' the numbers If I turn on my throwaway phone, it's gon' ring So I'm turnin' it off when I'm tourin' (Let's go) If I don't bring the food to the family somebody tell me who responsible for 'em? Could've laid on the beach in Miami and still went to Cali to grab me a few (Okay) And you niggas ain't cut like I'm cut You don't know what a trip out to Cali would do (Ah) I'll whip out a five on a nigga and show a nigga what this blam'll do All you gon' hear is Bang, nigga, throw your gang up I'm insane nigga Lame nigga, you ain't cut like us You can't hang nigga Rain, nigga Choppa hit your block, let it sang, nigga (Brrrr-ra-pa-brrr) Get some stain, nigga Bang, nigga If a nigga buck, bust his motherfuckin' brains My youngin' got the flame, he'll key ya for a chain These niggas ain't got 'caine, they actin', it's a shame If you don't give a fuck, throw it up, nigga, bang

It's a cold wind Cuts me in half When I see you with him In the back room Head in my hands Tryna keep hold of us Like some ghost of a good time A peach in cellophane I wake up and hit the hall light I'm on my own again The kid won't know how happy he's been 'Til he can't get hold of you The guy won't know what loneliness is 'Til he can't get hold of you At the deep end Catchin' my breath How long was I under? I remembered Just what he said That night when you couldn't stop laughin' Like some ghost of a good time A peach in cellophane I wake up and hit the hall light I'm on my own again The kid won't know how happy he's been 'Til he can't get hold of you The guy won't know what loneliness is 'Til he can't get hold of you Don't know how late it is I need to calm my head down Took the wrong medicine I'm seein' stars again The kid won't know how happy he's been (happy he's been) 'Til he can't get hold of you The guy won't know what loneliness is (loneliness is) 'Til he can't get hold of you The kid won't know how happy he's been (happy he's been) 'Til he can't get hold of you The guy won't know what loneliness is (loneliness is) 'Til he can't get hold of you

I been known to fight the good fight I been known to walk alone I been known to stay out all night Drinkin' wine and gettin' stoned I feel like you're not ever gonna let me love you I feel like I'm gonna be left here on my own I feel like I'm not ever gonna rise above you I feel like we will always walk alone I was born into the good life I have owned a wretched soul I was thrown into the dark night Where I roamed with no control I feel like you're not ever gonna let me love you I feel like I'm gonna have to face this on my own I feel like I'm not ever gonna rise above you I feel like we will always walk alone I feel like you're not ever gonna let me love you I feel like I'm gonna be left here on my own I feel like I'm not ever gonna rise above you I feel like we will always walk alone

There's no shame in worry As long as the worries in control You say you're sorry Cause then that's all you know You don't have to side Or isolate the circumstance That follows you Cause they're the stories Behind the freckles of you youth It's okay You're at home Safe in the bed Where you write songs It's okay You're not alone I'm here We cant get you mom I don't know you well I don't have to care this much I'll say i'm sorry I won't try'n scare you off I could let the sun burn on you skin You don't need me, you don't need him But there's a solace in having someone To burn with It's okay You're at home Safe in the bed Where you write songs It's okay You're not alone I'm here We cant get you mom Panic