Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick I pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick I put some diamonds on her toes, let that hoe know that I'm rich We was used to pullin' kick doors (That money go for Myles) I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up My bro on a steamin' stove, cookin' crack like grits Got this vibe on her tippy toes, strokin' her in a pent' LA live, I'm stayin' at the Loews with this Hollywood bitch Got a nine and a snubnose, can't wait to let it hit (Hit) Pull up with a stick, I pull up with a stick I pull up with a pink toe, I'm whippin', she suckin' this dick I put some diamonds on her toes Let that hoe know that I'm rich (Let that hoe know that I'm rich) We was used to pullin' kick doors You could still call it a lick (Lick) You broke and can't be fixed Went to Nieman's and spent a nick How you pour that? Don't make sense I made a whole mile off an inch I had 99 problems I just scratch you off the list (Scratch you off the list) Got some millions and went and solved 'em Now my neck cost a quarter brick I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, yeah Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge, pour up Bestie, bestie, I just hit my friend Told her catch me, catch me, I'ma lick her skin She so precious, precious, might not fuck again She too messy, messy, but hittin', no flexin' (No flexin') Rose gold ornaments (Rose) Dropped the two tint, car came with no tint You don't gotta use the door, you can hop in front of tip Bond 9 in the vent, think 'bout dyin' and get spent I got two B's on my boxers and a thottie in the bed I know niggas ran up a milli' Still didn't tell 12 shit (12, 12, 12, shh) I got skeletons in my closets (Woah) And they scared of me and shit (Closets and they scared) Mason Margielas under the bed screamin', "Rock me, kid" (Woah) I put water on my head, then she got seasick (I put water on my head) Couple opps played dead, and they still got hit I done bent lil' mama's spine but that But that still ain't my kid (Still ain't my kid) Only reason I answer my line (Why?) Is 'cause she drink my spit (No cap) I've been gettin' it since a toddler, I keep dollars on my head Bein' a real one is my model, handle my problems, I ain't scared I put Prada on my collar 'cause she proud of what I said I'm a leader, I got 'em followin' my footsteps like the feds I shoot like I'm Montana, chopper bullets make 'em shed, uh Black on black new Phantom, in the backseat sippin' red, uh Bitch, I'm from Atlanta where these hoes ride the dick like peg, uh Condo like the pharmacy, I got codeine in my fridge

Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

It's LM on the beat Uh, yeah Opps out with vengeance, they swearin' they don't know who did it Growin' up, they told us flexin', but all we know is extensions My Glock sit like an erection, that bitch poke when he experience Foenem told me to stay down 'til I'm up, thank God I listened Now they proud, but from a distance, they showin' love from a distance In my city, bein' broke is fake, if you up, they gon' listen In my city, can't talk to the jakes, another disappearance They done took lil' Jake, gave him a grave, done told that boy to listen Now they out searchin' for bodies, got doctors doin' autopsies It ain't my place to make a statement, but I'm not just anybody It ain't my place to re-embrace shit, but my heart cold, no tsunami I really know niggas who know niggas who take souls from bodies We made it known, they knew what's up with us To the point where we ain't speak and everybody fuck with us Pullin' up three or four deep, that heat, we gotta tuck us one Sendin' shots 'til my Glock shrink I threw it, tryna duck and run and re-up on another one Stop, had to wait and think, remember pops said not to do Opps, they duck or get hit, we leave hollows inside of you Glock, had to tote the stick, I grew up unreliable They never told me how to move Don't wanna hear, "I'm proud of you" Mama said ain't healthy I been on my own too long, there's nothing you can tell me If I don't know anything, I know that's still gon' help me They tellin' me different things, so I gotta be stealthy Put my pain in my lyrics 'cause I know niggas feel me I can't love a bimbo, 'cause these hoes out here be filthy Mama, I'ma make it, this for you, I hope you hearin' me And fuck cross-relations, shout out to my fuckin' family, yeah Opps out with vengeance, they swearin' they don't know who did it Growin' up, they told us flexin', but all we know is extensions My Glock sit like an erection, that bitch poke when he experience Foenem told me to stay down 'til I'm up, thank God I listened Now they proud, but from a distance, they showin' love from a distance In my city, bein' broke is fake, if you up, they gon' listen In my city, can't talk to the jakes, another disappearance They done took lil' Jake, gave him a grave, done told that boy to listen Now they out searchin' for bodies, got doctors doin' autopsies It ain't my place to make a statement, but I'm not just anybody It ain't my place to re-embrace shit, but my heart cold, no tsunami I really know niggas who know niggas who take souls from bodies (yeah, yeah) Lifetime revenge, do you trust me? He won't come outside, so they killed him in the lobby Rockin' all white, turnin' red, you think you godly Federales lookin', but they can't find the body Look at CNN, niggas droppin' like flies, oh They gon' keep a grudge, they don't let bygones be bygones Crazy I had to go to jail just to read the Bible I told niggas, "Keep it trill," but they don't speak English I could kill a nigga today like a half a mil' ain't on my wrist If she play with my name, we gon' have a funeral for my bitch I could take shit to the grave, I never seen no one get flipped Pillow talkin' the violations, like a chip, you can get dipped Got these labels tryna sell me Tryna see my kids every day because it's healthy Talkin' to my brother, he had a phone in the jail He say he just paid a thousand for a knife from my celly Spent a half a ticket Opps out with vengeance, they swearin' they don't know who did it Growin' up, they told us flexin', but all we know is extensions My Glock sit like an erection, that bitch poke when he experience Foenem told me to stay down 'til I'm up, thank God I listened Now they proud, but from a distance, they showin' love from a distance In my city, bein' broke is fake, if you up, they gon' listen In my city, can't talk to the jakes, another disappearance They done took lil' Jake, gave him a grave, done told that boy to listen Now they out searchin' for bodies, got doctors doin' autopsies It ain't my place to make a statement, but I'm not just anybody It ain't my place to re-embrace shit, but my heart cold, no tsunami I really know niggas who know niggas who take souls from bodies From a distance They gon' listen Another disappearance

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What the fuck, yeah, hold on Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Say, "Hello", nigga, little ho nigga Bitch-ass broke nigga, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh Say, "Hello", nigga, you a ho, nigga (What's up?) What's a high horse to a motherfuckin' G.O.A.T. nigga? (What's up?) Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover Was a lil' nigga, wore the same clothes Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those From the fucking jungle where you can't grow Hold grudges, never let it go I'm with my fuckin' dawgs, no pedestal Do you need gause 'cause your pockets swole? What the fuck is that? That's a bankroll I got forty-five K in my pockеt Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it Do a show, then I make a deposit I madе Europe, they ragin' and moshin' Yeah, I fuck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching Nigga, I am the greatest in my generation I don't do no playin' about it These rappers, they should call me, "Papi" Every lil' thing is exotic I'm with two hoes like a shotty I'm shittin' on these niggas, no potty I don't wanna see your twenty dollar bill 'less it's Harriet Tubman My thoughts outta pocket I been hidin' from the world The only thing see me right now is the sky and the projects (Hold on) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga (Ayy, say, "What's up?") Say, "What's up?", watch how I fuck it up, get it back Niggas say they really gettin' money, that's fitted cap Boy, you ain't never outside, where you really at? Designer rug, alligator my floor mat Bad lil' bitch gon' give me that neck, neck We was in the trenches, nigga, you was playin' Tech Deck Why you so motherfuckin' cap? Don't respect that, hey Don't come close, better step back, hey Minor setback for a comeback Bitch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey Fuck around and play, get splatt-splatt Nigga put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah I been in the slums, givin' all back Tell me, where the fuck is Donald Trump at? (Let's go) Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let's go) Where a young nigga sharin' a bookbag (Uh) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You would fuck a rich niggas for the fame, won't you? You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you? Like a old school, I re-did the frame on you I got my old shooters with me and they land on you Word to them niggas at the six A whole lotta lean, my nutrition They should've told ya I had the drank on me They should've told ya I brought the bank with me They should've told ya I keep that molly on me They should've told ya I got that stick with me You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' pot pies I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base I keep a shooter with me like Malone I fucked around and did it on my own Come and fuck with me baby, I'm a franchise Molly and them xans got me aggravated The hundreds and 'em fifties, get 'em separated Put them hundreds and them hundreds, yeah we segregated They tryna take the soul out me They tryna take my confidence and they know I'm cocky Fuck another interview, I'm done with it I don't give a fuck about a ho, I let a young hit it I play the games of the thrones with you I can't change, I was God-given Tryna make a pop star and they made a monster I'm posted with my niggas, let the champagne flow A nigga was depressed now my mind back healthy A product of them roach in 'em ashtrays I inhale the love on a bad day Baptized inside purple Actavis They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine in some Reeboks I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga I'm in the white house shootin' crack niggas I gave up on my conscience gotta live with it This remind me when I had nightmares These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here They should've told you I'm was just a trap nigga They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas They should've told you I was overseas Say your last words, can't breathe They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me They finally did admit it, I was cloned Because I was ambitious, now I'm on Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones I just work for money, I count it on my own, fuck They should've told you I was on the pill They should've told you I was on the Lear I serve cocaine and some Reebok I full of soo much chronic, need a detox I serve the base, I serve the base I serve the base, I serve the base You the one who duckin' from a drive by My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes