You gotta Go You gotta go Gang Gone have to let it go You gotta go You gotta go Gang gone have to let it go Talk to me nice Or you gotta go Your bitch be putting on a show An you be trippin bout a hoe Mh mh Talk to me nice Or you gotta go Broski clutching on on the pole Hollow tips will take a soul I know some niggas that's snakes that talk to the jakes but couldn't get next to me Some of y'all niggas be fake End up in a lake for tryna flex on me Talk to me nice Or you gotta go Gang gone have to let it blow I'ma have to let it go So talk to me nice My Brodie just hit me told me when he ready to ride Nigga just meet me outside I grab the tech an I slide Fuck all of that pride I put that shit to the side You kill one my brothers this tech sentencing you to death Nigga don't wild for respect My niggas wild if you flex an i'm wild for a check Rob you then show you what's next Been counting my blessings but life gave me lemons but I had no sugar I had to change up the setting i'm keepin a weapon My best friend a ruger Nigga they look for who did it The charge got acquitted I'm next to the shooter Aim for ya chest like it's hooters Just being honest like future She see money all around me Bitch I know I'm the man An ya man is a fan Straight black mask when I hop out the van Lil bad bitch an she copping a tan I was found on the lands with a pack an a can Niggas get greased like I'm spraying some Pam If you ain't from the east then you won't understand Talk to me nice Or you gotta go Your bitch be puttin on a show An you be trippin bout a hoe Mh mh Talk to me nice Or you gotta go Broski clutching on on the pole Hollow tips will take a soul I know some niggas that's snakes that talk to the jakes but couldn't get next to me Some of y'all niggas be fake End up in a lake for tryna flex on me Talk to me nice Or you gotta go Gang gone have to let it blow I'ma have to let it go So talk to me nice

Ayy Buddah Bless this beat Lamb talk, uh, yeah Lamb talk, Lamborghini (Woo) Lamb talk, uh, yeah Lamb talk, Lambo (Skrrt) Lamb talk (Yuh) Lamb talk (Yeah) Lamb talk, nigga Lamb talk (Skrrt, Huncho) Bad mouth, agh Rag talk (Rag) Bring that cash out (Bag) These bitches ass out (Woah) Who gon' back down? (Who?) We can't back down (Who?) Bodybag now (Who?) Toe tag now (Who? Rrrah) Run through the city, you think that you gettin' it You gon' have to pay your percentage (Hey) Fuck nigga, we'll come get it (Come get it) We'll come get it with interest (Go) Niggas be dissin' on Twitter And still believin' they gon' get a mention (Who?) Fuck nigga, we'll come get it (Come get it) You know we gon' handle the business Bow talk (Yeah) this that bow talk (Yeah) Niggas tried to hit me but they fouled out (Yeah) Birds sing like Whitney and Bobby Brown house (Brrt, yeah) QC the new Cash Money Records now (Yeah, go) Whip it up, turn it up, 'fraid they don't turn it up Pipe it up, live it up, give it up, give it up Type it up, write it up, hit 'em up (Woo) Nigga can't fight at us Hit 'em up, really gon' split 'em up Diamond gon', diamond gon', diamond gon' bite Add it up, add it up, nigga, this a million bucks Baby girl, eat it up, eat it up Ain't nobody here rich as us, rich as us, uh Lamb talk, uh, yeah Lamb talk, Lamborghini (Woo) Lamb talk, uh, yeah Lamb talk, Lambo (Skrrt) Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh) Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah) Lamb talk, nigga Lamb talk (Skrrt, skrrt) Bad bitch, your highness (Your highness) Truck, green, sinus (Snotty) Welcome to Huncho World, the Migo Gang Dynasty (Dynasty) Yeah, get your lil' money for my niggas, minus it (Go get it, go get it) I promise you lil' niggas don't want the violence (No smoke, no smoke) Bought me a strap, issue silence (Pshew, pshew, pshew) It's a shame, these young niggas drinkin' Wocky (Wock', Wock') And Quali (Damn!) Me and Wop were drinking Act' back when Follie's (Drank! Guwop!) Didn't let me in with that gat, now it's (Yeah) jets (Phew) Designer clothes, flexin' (Flex) M.E.T. Gala carpet (Hoo) Walk it like I talk it (Walk it) All these hoes stalking (Stalking) Shake these haters off me (Shake it) You got a big mouth (Big mouth) Like a gator talking (Gator) Then I take the pot, (Woo) skrrt, skrrt Fork it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Gumbo, like I'm from New Orleans (Skrrt, skrrt) Lil' bitch said she hate me Fuck it, go and divorce me (Fuck it) I iced out her neck in A.P., But she won't report it (Swear she didn't) Lamb talk, uh, yeah Lamb talk, Lamborghini (Woo) Lamb talk, uh, yeah Lamb talk, Lambo (Skrrt) Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh) Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah) Lamb talk, nigga Lamb talk (Skrrt, skrrt)

ISO, ISO, ISO Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah She get so high, she get stoned She get lit, then she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin' Ayy, ayy Dealin' with this fame (Fame) Dealin' for this love before my name got so big Shootin' in the paint (Swish) Baby girl be sippin' on the drank (Drank, drank) She get high, she get stoney She never leave from my side She never leave a nigga lonely I know shawty that gon' ride I knew she my ride or die Point your hands to the sky 'Cause, baby girl, that's where we goin' She get so high, she get stoned (She get stoned) She get lifted, she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin' I could take away from the pain (Take away) Get you cars and houses up in yo' name (In yo' name) Keep that shit a hunnid, all I'm sayin' (All I'm sayin') You be geekin' out this world, don't you babe? (Don't you babe?) She be turnt out, ex-nigga burnt out With the Lambo, go on 'head and burn out Boy, that's my bitch, what is your concern 'bout? She look straight, man I got lil baby turned out Super Prada, the way that you turned out Diamond in the rough that I picked out (Gang, gang) She get so high, she get stoned (She get stoned) She get lifted, she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin'

I've seen now, well, I've seen failure a few times, more recently than before actually Y'know, it's quite interesting how much more complicated things get when you become Quote on quote, "rich and famous" I said, I said quote on quote because, y'know, one man's rich can be stuff from poverty And it's hard to explain that when you're so narrow minded, seeing the world with two eyes shut And I realize that now some people can't feel what they haven't seen So there's no point in me trying to explain my troubles, huh It's not that I don't think that anyone cares about- I think, like, it's up to me to fix or deal with them, y'know? I kinda look at everything, like, well, no matter what, I mean, it could be worse Y'know, like, okay, say, say, like, I lost a finger, okay, well, I still have nine Or, or even like, when someone broke into my house I felt like, well One certainly needed more than I did, these things are replacable, y'know? It kinda just helps with stress levels to think that way, y'know? Kinda like, uh, it could be worse, oh, well Easier said than done, I'm sure, huh But failure? Oh man, failure, that took time to understand, y'know? Like, failure doesn't mean defeat, more so, like, try again, shit, try even harder Revise your steps and rewrite your future Failure to me isn't, like always a negative thing More so, more so like just a way to relook at things, and you never know how close you are to success

Lil Boat! Baby girl this ain't a dream I keep like 6 in my jeans Everything ain't what it seems But I'm really rich, what you mean? Oh baby come blow a young fellow like chello I wanna stuff you then lick you and stick you Just like a lil rello I'm too complex, shoulda, called me Marc Ecko Hunnits all over the floor like rose petals Chains on my neck like I won a gold medal I'll pop her shit just like kettle Fuckin' with me, you'll get lost in the sauce like... oh oh I got 22 diamonds, they're brighter I stay with my shooter and he'll put that heat to your head like hairdryer Nigga never been a liar No, no Free all my real niggas locked up Bitches come 'round when the stock's up I give a fuck if you're not us I give a fuck if you're not us I thought you knew I ain't give a fuck Ice on my neck cost a Tonka truck Please do not call up my phone if it's not 'bout bucks I ain't ever been a runner up no Cry me a river, bitch get out Nut on her face, that's my kids' house I'm from the South like a slave's house We just count money and fuck on these hoes We just count money and fuck on these hoes Yeah, yeah If you ain't gettin' money, you broke, bitch I ain't never fuck with no broke bitch Fangs on my teeth like a fork, pitch I mean pitchfork, damn I'm gettin' brain like a dork Young nigga hopped off the porch My bitch do white like Scott Storch Ain't no nigga gonna extort me Beam at his head like Hindu Beat up that pussy like Ryu Pussy so bald just like Caillou He'll pay a band to get by you Young nigga, I do not tie shoes I really don't give a fuck I'll drop that nut on her butt Young nigga nasty as fuck Chrome to his head like Daft Punk Don't make me open my trunk Bro got the gas like a skunk He been servin' from the jump, oh

Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo') Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (dig?) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (woo!) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (yeah) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (flex) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah Bet you won't get no murders out me (homicide, homicide) Go tell the cops (homicide), I bet you won't get no murders out me (woah) Flex up, racks up (homicide) Flex up (what?), racks up (dig?) Flex up (flex up), racks up (racks up) Flex up (flex up), racks up (dig?) Sticks up, sticks up (what?) Sticks up, sticks up (dig?) Pick up the K, yeah (what?) I pick up the Drac', yeah (slatt) Spray at your bitch (bitch, slatt) She gave me face, yeah (Carti) I sprayed at the opp, yeah (talk 'bout) He got shot in his face (yeah) I'm on codeine (yeah) I'm fallin' in love with codeine I really be sippin' the lean (yeah) I'm never sippin' the green (yeah) I'm doin' them drugs, mean (slatt) I'm doin' them drugs, mean (pow) That white ho love me (yeah) That white bitch love me, hol' on Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (dig?) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (dig?) Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that shit light Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height His bitch posted us on her story, now he tight My bitch, she know better, she do that and she might die I was buyin' Birkins at 18 (yeah, yeah) That's why she don't mind the B's, fuck you mean? (Woo) My Spur fatal (woo), rock 'em, cradle (grrt) I don't hang with brokes (grrt), I don't take advice (boom) Niggas snitchin', meet in person, feds tapped bro device (bih) Spent a quarter like a hoarder, ball like Jerry Rice (slatt) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah Bet you won't get no murders out me Go tell the cops, I bet you won't get no murders out me Bet you won't get no murders out me (woo, yeah) Go tell the cops (yeah), I bet you won't get no murders out me (go) Flip flop, drop-top, swap out, four-door Rolls Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, woah, woah, woah Big as a Bronco, big-ass chopper, rings lightin' up, woah, woah, woah Hella boppers suck me proper, like to gobble, woah, woah, woah Richard Mille aquia, I'm flippin' that tilapia Turn the temperature way up, they can't get in the way of us Private invitational, but everyone is safe to come Gotta make my haters mad, give 'em somethin' to talk about Take a bitch from south of France, push her back to Waffle House Murder on the case, I had to spazz, fuck her doggystyle I don't know how to be a normal nigga, one thing I forgot I got blood then on the floor, but now I ball like basketball (burr) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo') Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (tell the cops) (I bet you) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (I bet you) Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah Bet you won't get no murders out me (Big bands) Woah, woah woah