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[Intro]
Ayo
[Verse 1]
I wanna talk, I wanna call you and talk
I wanna walk to your front door and knock
After I start my vehicle
Drive to your city 'cause we live an hour apart
Land at your driveway and put it in park
Then do the third line of this verse
Then back to my house and we pack up our bikes
And we ride through the park, chase the sun
God, that's all I want, other than air
Oxygen and financial freedom, yeah
I want your company, I need your company
I want you to want from me
I can't maneuver without you next to me
It's so complex to me
[Verse 2]
What do you need? Do you need bread?
Do you need this? Do you need a hug?
Do you need to be alone?
I could wrap this up and get the fuck away instead
What is your wish? It can be granted
You're number one, one on my list
See, I am Santa, where is Rudolph?
You're parasitic, I do not have self-control
I am startin' to wonder, is this my free will or yours? (Yours, yours, yours)
[Chorus]
I'm your puppet
You control me
I'm your puppet
I don't know me
(Did I wait too long?) I'm your puppet
(Did I wait too long?) You control me
(Did I wait too long?) I'm your puppet
(Did I wait too long?) I'm lonely
'Cause I'm your puppet (Puppet, oh)
You control me (Control me)
I'm your puppet (Puppet)
I don't know
I'm your puppet
(Did I wait too long?) You control me
(Puppet, puppet)
[Verse 3]
You lost, son, and you've been tryna find your way to me
Ayy, to me, he's on somethin' that I hate to see
A to Z, nah, son, I'm gonna take a breathe
Run a 'thon, I just stop and I'ma take the breathe
...on a...
...on a...
First, light the weed
First...
(Got me by the string) First...
(Got me by the string) First, get the weed
(Got me by the string, oh, Lord)
[Outro]
(La, la-la-la, la-la-la) Breathe on a song
(La-la-la) Breathe on a song
(La-la, la-la, la-la-la) Breathe on a song
(Cut me loose)
(La-la-la)
(La-la, la-la, la-la-la)
(He gotta, cut me loose, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But at some point, you come to your senses | PUPPET | Tyler, the Creator |
[Verse 1]
She's about to earn some bragging rights
I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night
Girl, take pride in what you want to do
Even if that means a new man every night inside of you
Oh, baby, I don't mind
You can tell by how I roll
'Cause my clique hot and my cup cold
My talk slurred 'cause I'm so throwed
And I'm wiping sweat from my last show
And he's TG and I'm XO
I'm only here for one night
Then I'ma be a memory
Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you say to me
I got cups full of that Rosé
Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my voice
I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you
[Chorus]
Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me (Uh)
[Verse 2]
Old rapping ass
Light years past the class
Hit it, don't have to pass
Nigga, we the new Aftermath
Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh
Niggas after fame, I'm after cash
You's a fan, I'm a player
I'm the man, you's a hater
And I only smoke papers
That's how you tell I'm Taylor'd
Nigga, listen
Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen
And not a thing goes down without permission
Look, everything I got on I was made for
Everything that I got I done came for
All the shit that you see I done slaved for
All the cars and the crib, yeah, that's paid for
Need I say more?
Spend so much money on clothes
Said fuck a store, making my own
I hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing along
And know I was rolling one while I was making this song
Pour out some shots
You're taking too long
Young and I'm rich
And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade
[Chorus]
Do to you (Hahaha)
Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to you (Uh)
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
[Verse 3]
I'm on some gin, you on some gin
I'm moving slow (Mh), I'm driving fast
I hit the weed, you take the wheel, we lose control
Drop the top in that 69
And that motor roar in that old Chevelle
Can't say a thing, how you supposed to feel
Stacking all of this paper, dawg
I like to call this shit old news
And these haters jocking our old moves
Popping champagne 'cause we made it
Back of the Phantom, we faded
All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow
[Chorus]
Do to you
Bad bitch, gir, I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Bad bitch, girl, I think I might get used to you
I might have to take your number when I'm through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
[Outro]
Oh, oh
Used to you
Through with you
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory
Make me remember you like you remember me
Used to you
Through with you
Memory, remember you | Remember You | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, yeah, I do it big
Yeah, uh-huh, screaming: "That's nothin'!"
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin'
Reppin' my town, when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
[Verse 1]
Uh, black stripe, yellow paint
Them niggas scared of it, but them hoes ain't
Soon as I hit the club, look at them hoes' face
Hit the pedal once, make the floor shake
Suede inside, my engine roarin'
It’s the big boy, you know what I paid for it
And I got the pedal to the metal
Got you niggas checking game, I’m ballin' out on every level
Hear them haters talk, but there’s nothin' you can tell 'em
Just made a million, got another million on my schedule
No love for 'em, nigga breaking hearts
No keys, push to start
[Verse 2]
Got a call from my jeweler, this just in
And bitches love me ‘cause I'm fucking with their best friends
Not a lesbian, but she a freak though
This ain't for one night, I’m shining all week, ho
I’m sippin' Clicquot and rocking yellow diamonds
So many rocks up in my watch I can’t tell what the time is
Got a pocket full of big faces
Throw it up, 'cause every nigga that I’m with Taylor'd
[Verse 3]
Stay high like how I’m supposed to do
That crowd underneath them clouds can’t get close to you
And my car look unapproachable
Super clean, but it's super mean
She wanna fuck with them cats, smoke weed, count stacks
Get fly and take trips and that's that, real rap
I let her get high if she want and she feel that
Convertible drop feel, ‘87, the top peeled back
[Bridge]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
You already know what it is, man
And if you don't, you should by now
Reppin' my town, when you see me you know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow | Black and Yellow | Wiz Khalifa |
[Produced by Detail]
Yeah ayy!
Yeah ayy!
Yeah Boyz
Yeah
Hol' up, hol' up
[Chorus]
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, we dem boyz
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we makin' noise, hol' up
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up
[Verse 1]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, pop a bottle
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, if you suck then swallow
Smell that marijuana, they gon' follow
Throwin money on her like she won the lotto
Pussy must be serious
Hol' up, Scared of heights come face your fears
Hol' up, hol' up
Do it just like Nicki gon' and bend it over
Say she never smoked I turned her to a stoner
Young nigga but I'm ready
Oh, foreign girls call me sexy
And white girls gimme becky
But first I gotta roll this joint, baby hol' up
[Verse 2]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, you drive me crazy
Number 1, bitch you can't replace me
Leave the club these hoes be tryin' to chase me
You got a ass so fat let's make a baby (and another one!)
Damn, I'm smokin' weed in my Mercedes
Hol' up, these niggas broke, these niggas lazy
Man they money slim, they actin shady
I'm in my brand new car, who wanna race
Ho, bitch you ain't call my phone so why you showin' up
I'm takin them shots all my niggas stay loaded up
Man on the low all these hoes be actin so material
Hol' up, man did you see her interior | We Dem Boyz | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
You be anything you want
Just keep going, going, gone, gone, gone
It don't stop here nigga
[Verse 1]
Back when I was young I had dreams of getting richer
Then my homie Breeze set me down schooled me to the picture
I was with some wild niggas put me on the game
Told me if you tryin' to make your move you gotta know your lane homie
All you got your name and your word so never break it
For this life you pay a price you get a chance you gotta take it
Cause most niggas never make it they stranded where I'm from
Ain't no conversation all they understand is get a gun
I was riding in my Bonneville hoping I could make it
Out selling P’s and smoking weed avoiding police right up the street
Way back in the day before I had all of this paper
Before I had all of these diamonds, before I had all of these haters
[Refrain]
Now I remember when, I seen it and to me it was stuntin'
I remember when, I bought it I ain't need it or nothing
Always in a different state so now they label me a goner
I ain't come up out of nowhere I'm from straight up off the corner
Now everywhere we go, they probably know my name cause I been there
Now everywhere we go, they said how much I spend when I'm in there
And I'm throwing up my money for the ones who never made it
Sayin' fuck the ones who hated, roll one up and celebrate
[Chorus]
Now let's get medicated
Man, let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Man I'm hella faded
Man, let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Let's get medicated
Man I'm hella faded
I'm hella faded
[Verse 2]
Roll that weed up and smoke it
Take your bitch home and poke it
Juicy be gettin' so faded
Thank God I got a chauffeur
Only good Cali bud
Pulling hoes bad as fuck
Just like a youngin' my nigga
Juicy do all them drugs
Niggas smoking that babbage weed
I be on that light green
Pop molly in the after hours
A member of no sleep team
Get a whole pound smoke it by myself
Or maybe after Olympics with my homie Michael Phelps
[Verse 3]
You known I’m fresh up off that corner, twistin marijuana
They copy us, they clone us
Yeah we so fly we owners
Got acting like they been before
But they ain't never been at all
8 balls I was in the hall
Ain't have time to fuck with y'all
Champagne when we celebrate
Keen sense so I smell the hate
Middle finger we getting paid
It cost much but don't press that eight
That dotted line it ain't like that day
Comic book let me illustrate
Like power bang when they lift that cane
My cousin died wish I can get that day
Back like it's a vertebrae
Bring that nigga on front street
Talk about and never be about it
They don't wanna beef cause that's lunch meat
So anything you need you know that's on me
And that's OG, I swear homie
[Verse 4]
Riding down the street the way I'm grinding is unique
My city holding on to me so niggas holding on their heat
Throwing up their side, rolling up that leaf
All we do is get high, all we want is peace
Always on the grind that's every day so police looking
I'm just rapping killing beats and tryin' to stay away from booking
Yeah my niggas dirty crooked I just had to make it known
And let me hit the studio to show they happy to be home | Medicated | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro/Bridge]
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
[Verse 1]
Diamonds all on my ring nigga
Gold watches, gold chain nigga
Hundred thou' on champagne nigga
Yeah my money insane nigga
Yeah I'm making it rain nigga
But I was just on the plane nigga
Buying gear, flying here
Fuck what you heard, it’s my time of year
If I'm in the club, I get a hundred stacks
I'm always rolling up so I get love for that
Them niggas stole my swag but I don't want it back
My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I'm onto that
You see it in my closet before it's on the rack
Was out there in Hawaii, now I'm goin back
My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank
So much paper right in front of me it's hard to think
Buy so many bottles it's gon' be hard to drink
But I'm still pourin' up and my family here and they rolling up so uh!
[Hook]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is..
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is..
[Bridge]
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work
[Verse 2]
Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car
Bitch I'm out this world, girl you know I'm a star
Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar
Last year they had to ask now they know who we are
Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit
You can tell by who I'm on the phone with
Yeah nigga talking about grown shit
Niggas too busy jacking my swag
Need to fuck around, get your own shit
Get your own cars, get your own clothes
Get your own smoke, get your own bitch
You ain't reppin' my gang, get your own clique
[Verse 3]
Go hard
Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that's your job
And niggas gon' hate but that's no prob'
So hey fuck 'em don't need nothing from 'em
Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don't mean nothing
It's straight from Cali, that's what's in my joint that's what I'm puffin', OG
And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me
Most niggas don't see
[Hook]
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is..
The bigger the bill, the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is..
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard | Work Hard, Play Hard | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Young Chop on the beat
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Turn the music up for me, Chris
She's gonna get, oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
My night runs into mornin', all the time (All the time)
And through my phone I'm scrollin', bang my line (Bang my line)
Off that drank it's hard to focus (Focus)
Seems like I'm always chosen by romantics that are hopeless
We can make arrangements though (Arrangements though)
And if you down, down, who knows, uh
I might just do you like we lovin', yeah
Or make you my numero uno
[Verse 1]
She don't allow herself
To miss nobody else
I've had days where I was dolo (Where I was dolo)
But I never caught a bad case of FOMO (Don't miss out)
Don't talk to me about your previous
You know I'm that times two
Penthouse jumpin' from the front to backroom
Girls goin' wild, showin' off new tattoos (Tattoos)
[Verse 2]
We get aggressive (We get aggressive)
You be undressin' (You be undressin')
Makin' a mess and (Makin' a mess and)
Cleanin' it up when we done
I got a serious question (Serious question)
Do you like sex? If you thinkin' yes
Then I'm tryna test you (I'm tryna test you)
Say young Khalifa the best
But I got money to get (I got money to get)
I gotta hop on a jet (I gotta hop on a jet)
Probably don't call, I'ma text (Probably don't call, I'ma text)
Hop in my car, it get wet (Hop in my car, it get wet)
I’m gettin' all of my checks (I'm gettin' all of my checks)
I’m winnin' all of my bets (I'm winnin' all of my bets)
No, I ain't lettin' you down
Baby, I'm givin' a hundred percent
[Bridge]
I can't keep my mind off you (My mind off you)
I can't keep my mind off you (My mind off you)
I can't keep my mind off you (My mind off you) | Hopeless Romantic | Wiz Khalifa |
[Produced by Nez & Rio]
[Intro]
Is it recording?
Love is life, and life is living
Fuckin' awesome, yeah!
Hahaha
I smoked the whole damn pound
I'm a need another one, 'nother one
Eyes closed, I won't come down
Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts
[Verse 1]
Nigga, I don't just be sharing weed
A nigga got pounds to burn that's apparent
Just cause you up in this bitch
Don't mean you gon' hit this shit
You better roll somethin'
Coughin' like you got a cold or somethin'
Tryna O.D. on THC
Nigga fuck around gave Young Khalifa a pound
Smoke the whole thing up in the week
Roll a joint, put a worm around that motherfucker
Smoke it to the face
Ohh shit, nigga just got some KK and he said he on the way
Big P told me church, get money on 'em every single day
So I want everything, every room, every plane, every place
We mobbin'
Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit!
Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin'
[Chorus]
Now every place that we go, they say we can't smoke
But we do it anyway, cause real G's smoke when they want
When they say turn down, we turn up and turn up some mo'
When they say put it out, it's too loud, We burn up some mo'
Then we keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
We keep rolling, and rolling, and rolling, and rolling
[Verse 2]
Nigga keep going, keep the KK blowin
Snakes in the grass keep mowin'
Ass so fat, look swollen
Another city, state gotta show in
Another airport gotta go in
Reason why you hate, I'm knowin
Niggas got too much hoein'
I keep rollin' up
Drivin' a brand new car like that motherfucker stolen
They don't understand what I'm doin'
Money in my hand, nigga, 28 grams when I'm rollin'
Been through New York and London and Paris and back
South By Southwest only niggas smokin' on pack
Rollin' up bats
Go on, get a bong, get a match
Everybody get along, get attached
Get a song, get a biatch
What he say, every dog need a cat
Potheads need a joint to relax
G pen full of wax
10 Rolled cone joints, really fast
No sticks, no seeds in the bag
Got reason to brag
In the front, y'all b's in the back
Pair of chucks, ripped jeans is the swag
Little bitch, we mobbin'
Nigga, we mobbin', we mobbin', shit!
Go, go! Nigga, we mobbin' | Maan | Wiz Khalifa |
[Verse 1]
First thing, uh-huh, wake up out a dream, uh-huh
Grab a lighter, uh-huh, something I can steam, uh-huh
Bong rip, uh-huh, make sure it's clean, uh-huh
Smoke sesh, uh-huh, nigga what you mean, uh-huh
In my car, uh-huh, cruising down the street, uh-huh
So stoned I'ma need something to eat, uh-huh
No tray, uh-huh, ashes on my seat, uh-huh
Highed up, uh-huh, Taylors on my feet, uh-huh
Cloud 9, uh-huh, going through my mind, uh-huh
Take a toke, uh-huh, hold it 'til you choke, uh-huh
Moving forward, uh-huh, cruising on my board, uh-huh
Still got more, uh-huh, burn it 'til it’s short, uh-huh
[Pre-Chorus]
(And I be floating)
And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(Higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)
And I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(High than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be higher than a motherfucker)
[Chorus]
High up and we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We rolling, rolling, rolling
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We rolling, rolling, rolling
[Verse 2]
Tell that nigga use a grinder for that weed, uh-huh
And tell him "roll another joint don't fall asleep", uh-huh
Smoke peace, uh-huh, pipe like a chief, uh-huh
Heard you got a cheaper price for that reefer, huh?
What you need? Uh-huh, never find a seed, uh-huh
Take a dab, uh-huh, straight THC, uh-huh
For the highest in the room, look at me, uh-huh
Somewhere in the clouds, that's where we wanna be, uh-huh
Got you shook, uh-huh, not just for the look, uh-huh
Half the day, uh-huh, rolled the whole book, uh-huh
Drive slow, uh-huh, blow it by the O, uh-huh
Eyes low, uh-huh, everybody know it, damn
[Pre-Chorus]
(And I be floating)
I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(Higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)
I get so high
Fuck around and never come down
(And I be higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(and I be higher than a motherfucker)
[Chorus]
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We rolling, rolling, rolling
Higher then we're floating
Don't know where we're going
Night until the morning
We rolling, rolling, rolling
[Bridge]
Growing up, uh-huh, never gave a fuck, uh-huh
Pulling out the '62 and showing up, uh-huh
Twenty-six, guess that mean I'm growing up, uh-huh
Pouring up, uh-huh, all my niggas rolling up
Making sure that...
[Pre-Chorus]
I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(Higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating)
I get so high, fuck around and never come down
(higher than a motherfucker)
I get so high, I get so high
(And I be floating) | So High (Blacc Hollywood) | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Mister Cap
You ready again, bro?
Yeah!
TGOD Mafia (Cut it up)
Straight out of Pittsburgh, man
Can't smoke weed to it
Don't doubt this nigga
I don't wanna listen to it
He the truth, nigga
Yeah
[Chorus]
At my bake sale, yeah (You know it)
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah (Ha-ha)
Lovin' having sex, hell yeah (Let's go, let's go)
All day, hell yeah (Uh huh, all day)
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah (We trippin')
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (What you say, bro?)
[Bridge]
I've been on the phone, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mh-hm; Yeah)
Gettin' calls from home, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So I started up a bake sale, yeah, yeah, yeah
They know I got all the cake, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Cookies and OG
Come to my crib, we blow by the Os
Kush, you already know
It ain't in a joint, we don't even smoke it
I keep a bitch gettin' stoned
We wakin' and bakin', puffin' a J
She told me that I'm her new favorite
How much do we blaze? A hundred a day
Say they got the good, but what the pack smell like?
Feel like it's a dream, but now we back to real life
It's incredible
I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles
All shit you never saw
And it's all at my bake sale
Roll another one, help me think well
I stay with the plane
I'm slangin' them thangs, you know we ain't new to this
Let's turn on the stove and call up some hoes
Let's roll up and do this shit (Yeah, ho)
[Chorus]
At my bake sale, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah; You know it)
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (Hahahaha)
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah
Lovin' having sex, hell yeah
All day, hell yeah (Yeah, ho)
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah (We trippin')
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (Uh)
[Verse 2]
I just rolled a pound at my bake sale
Bitches goin' down at my bake sale
I just keep it real, I don't fake well (Tell 'em)
Niggas say they on, well, I can't tell (Tell 'em)
I just fucked three hoes, I don't know their name (Tell 'em)
Pussy come and pussy go, it's all the same (You chose)
Rollin' up the weed while I count the cake
Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake 'n bake (Yeah)
What you think? I'm off this dank, I'm off this drank
I often blaze an ounce a day
You at my crib, it's no mistake (Mh-hm)
Rollin' papers, rollin' trays, shattered pieces
Glasses, lighters, torches, fuck it, anything that matters
You can get it all right here
[Chorus]
At my bake sale, yeah (Woo)
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah (Fuck)
Laughin' off this drank, hell yeah (Mister Cap; Yeah, yeah; Does it again)
Lovin' having sex, hell yeah (Let me hear that shit)
All day, hell yeah (Yeah, ho)
We've been countin' cake, hell yeah
Puffin' on this dank, hell yeah (We trippin')
We can't wait to bake, hell yeah
[Outro]
Roll, roll one up
Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up
All day, every day, we ain't roll enough
Get a pound, break it down, get them cones stuffed
It's goin' down, goin' down
I'ma roll one up
Got a J, make a plane, now we goin' up
All day, every day, we ain't smoke enough
I'm on the KK, stoned as fuck
At my bake sale, yeah | Bake Sale | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Searching for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Say that it's love, but to me it's looking counterfeit
I get done with one, and move right on to another bitch (Ha)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, college-educated, she graduated
Any bill she can't front, her parents paid it
The show was far, you the only one with a car
And your girlfriends, but being that she's a big fan, of course she made it
Most girls wanna hide the fact that the thrill, they chase it
But you, just wanna get drunk tonight and fuck someone famous
So I just name a time and a place and your game for it
Value player, hotel room, meet you there
[Bridge]
Walking on a dream
How can I explain
Talking to myself (Just travellin' the world)
Will I see again? (Trying different drugs and girls)
[Chorus]
(Yeah) We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down, I'm just in awe of what's in front of me
[Post-Chorus]
And I'm addicted to champagne (Champagne)
Fuck the room, we buy the whole wing (Whole wing)
Bitches I Taylor Gang that (Taylor Gang that)
They just wanna know where the planes at (Planes at)
Yeah, uhh
[Verse 2]
Wake up drunk, go to sleep fucked up (Fucked up)
We both amazed at what we just done (Just done)
Mixing drinks, knowing we'll regret this (Regret this)
Ain't been asleep yet, room service bringing us breakfast (Breakfast)
All this money, darling, what else is left to do
But smoke and enjoy my presidential view
Got a swimming pool in my livin' room
On stage, interviews, tons of sour, let's consume (Let's consume)
[Chorus]
We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it (Yeah)
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it (Bitch, okay)
On and on and on we are calling out and out again (Yeah, yeah)
Never looking down, I'm just in awe of what's in front of me
[Post-Chorus]
And I'm addicted to champagne (Champagne)
Fuck the room, we buy the whole wing (Whole wing)
Bitches I Taylor Gang that (Taylor Gang that)
They just wanna know where the planes at
[Post-Chorus]
And I'm addicted to champagne (Champagne)
Fuck the room, we buy the whole wing (Whole wing)
Bitches I Taylor Gang that (Taylor Gang that)
They just wanna know where the planes at (Planes at)
[Bridge 2]
Catch me, I'm fallin' down (Yeah, that's what it is)
Catch me, I'm fallin' down (Until I drop the next one)
[Outro]
Catch me, I'm fallin' down
Catch me, I'm fallin' down | The Thrill | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
I'm gettin' high as fuck in this, trippy niggas
Must be some real shit though
Let's get it, hear we go
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest nigga I ever met in my life
Hahahahaha, uhh
[Verse 1]
I done smoked weed where they said I can't
Got rich when they said I can't
Got high and got on the plane
And brought all my niggas when they said I can't
Went shopping places they said I can't
Bought some shit that they said I can't
Jumped on the road and did all them shows
Cause I was poppin' places they said I ain't
Went hard in places they said I can't
Promoters call and try and set up dates
Bought the car with that yellow paint
Go to parties now and they set up drinks
And it's first class, so I'm private plane
Nudie jeans with my get up mane
Rolling papers and Mary Jane
I made 11 mil' and I'm still the same
[Chorus]
What's with all these niggas and their feelings, man?
All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan
But all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's all about them Benjamins
Ballin' hard and you in the stands
All this money, I'm a business man
Out of all these niggas, I'm the realest man
What's with all these niggas and their feelings, mane?
All of this and I'm still the mane
Thought of this when I was just a fan
But all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's all about them Benjamins
Ballin' hard and you in the stands
All this money, I'm a business mane
Out of all these niggas, I'm the realest mane
[Verse 2]
Out of all these niggas, they callin' me the realest
Started underneath the floor, now my money through the ceiling
Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million
Used to just tryna live, now a nigga make a killin'
Gold Rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don
Cuban links in my chain, Zigzag on my charm
Champagne on ice, good weed in the jar
Everything Hermes, Chanel seats in the car
When you all know them fuck niggas start hatin'
Talkin' 'bout what they gon' do but I'm waitin'
When you getting rich, they doubt you, but shout-out my gang
And my brother Will cause I couldn't do this without you, fo' real
[Verse 3]
18 racks, I pay the dough, to send them goons straight to ya door
To show you niggas what's real, and let you meet that .44
Run your mouth, you in the trunk
Glock to your head, nowhere to run
Catch you niggas when you by yourself
We gon' hit you niggas with a hundred drums
Boat load, no babbage, good drank, I'm famished
Bank account outlandish, big real estate, sittin' on land, bitch
Niggas out there tryna test me, I put the AK where his chest be
Don't fight with hoes, don't fight with niggas
No security, bitch, so don't test me
Double cup full, I be sippin' up
Mob niggas, man, real criminals
If a nigga find you, they gon' hit ya up
With a Bin Laden chopper that'll split ya up
All these hoes be jockin' tryna get with us
They gon' swallow this nut, no spittin' up
Your niggas get murked, your niggas in jail
My team gettin' money stay filled with drugs
[Outro]
I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane
I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane
I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane
I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane
I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane
I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane
I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane
I'm the realest mane, I'm the realest mane | The Plan | Wiz Khalifa |
[Verse 1]
Say baby, I'ma wait up for you
I'ma have my way with your body
And when I’m done touching you
I bet you won’t wanna
Give yourself to nobody
Baby when the lights go out
It’s like we’re the only ones
And I already feel it now
It’s like you’re the only one
Only one who knows just how
How to make the time stand still
We’re caught in the moment
[Hook]
So don’t let me down
You made those promises
Don’t take em back now
Don’t let me down
Do all the things you said that had me going
Let’s get caught in the moment
Let’s get caught in the moment
[Verse 2]
Smoking one and rolling one
I come and break you down for fun
You love it when I get up in it
Kiss your body when I’m finished
My drop crotch is by Knomadik
My drop top is automatic
Put you in it, now you tweaking
I kidnap you for the weekend
Rolling up and going up
I’m smoking weed and pouring up
I take that money, hold it up
I take your legs and fold em up
I take my time, I break it down
I tell you not to make a sound
I take that KK, pass it round
Your clothes keep dropping to the ground | Promises | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Right Now Sound
I be with the Hitmaka
So, hol' up
[Chorus]
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-ah)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-ah, ah)
'Cause I can't stop lovin' you (Ooh, yeah)
Since I got a taste of your love (Ooh, yeah)
Baby, come give me something new (Ooh-ah, oh-woah)
[Verse 1]
Goddamn, you know who I am
Try to be on the low, but you ain't slow
Keep my shirt open, eyes low
Get a lot of paper, I know
But you ain't into that, you like real facts
Like, if you show love, you gon' get it back
Like, if you fuck good, you gon' get it back
Like, if you cook, wanna a real nigga that
Gon' rap 'til that pussy like (Uh, uh)
We can go and get a private room
We can fuck for one night, ain't gotta jump the broom
Say your nigga, chill
[Verse 2]
I can tell you ain't from 'round here
All that body, baby, it's not fair
Pull up on that ass in a drop, yeah
That's your ex, nigga? I'm dead
Lookin' for a real one? You found it
California King, we gon' go rounds on it
No doubt, yeah, leave your legs shakin'
I might sing to that pussy like la-da-da-di-da (Di, yeah)
Girl, your shit so classic, it don't need no features (No, ooh, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Girl, you look just like somethin' out a magazine ('Zine)
You smell great, know your body clean (Yeah)
Them niggas been on you since you was a teen (Teen)
Now you grown up, and I'm a boss, I'm just showing love (Love)
Smell like kush when I'm rollin' up (Roll)
So much bank, I can fold it up (Fold)
It's so good, got you callin' up (Call)
Tryna kick it with a nigga like, uhh (Brr, ooh, ooh, ooh) | Something New | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Yup, yeah yeah
Oh, hahahaha
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
Yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup yup
I got enough weed to last me for the rest of my motherfuckin' life
Ain't gon' ever run out
[Verse 1]
Uh, get the cork out the bottle
Get that money up and make your style a lil' harder to follow
I've been hustlin' all the time, that's the only thing I know
Now my watch is worth 30 thousand
Got Cuban links and Italian
Boy, I'm gettin' it
Ridin' in my ride, lookin' filthy rich
Killin' these niggas, I ain't innocent, my bad
Ain't paid the cost, see they just watch me, then copy my swag
Say I fell off, that's where you lost me
How's that when my name is in my upholstery?
I'm rollin' up and goin' places across seas
Hopin' the neighbor don't smell the shit I bake
And every day I'm on another plane
I hardly sleep but hey
I wouldn't have it any other way
[Hook]
Now here we are, now there we go
You holdin' on to it, we we smoke it all today
Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
But I'll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane
But I'll be back again (Now there we go), back again (Now there we go)
[Verse 2]
Uh, so much money that when I pull up
Hop out and walk in the bank, teller look at me funny
Know how much I get
Know I'm liable to walk up in this bitch
Like Tony with big blue bags of this shit
And tell 'em "Count it up"
Ridin' 'round in that Cali
Got OG Kush in my body
My nigga, I keep it G and that's Gucci or that Gianni
I'm gettin' dressed for the airport to pose for the paparazzi, huh?
Mo' money, mo' problems, not how I see, huh?
Mo' money, mo' Roberto Cavalli, bruh
Damn, ain't it funny how time pass
Only nigga in first class
[Hook]
Now here we are, now there we go
You rollin' on to where we smoke it all today
Now here we are, now there we go, now there we go
Now here we are
I wake up and I bake up, get my things and catch a plane | Paperbond | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Ah, ah, ah
Hahaha, ah
[Verse 1]
Wake up in the morning, grab my trees and I get to it
Young nigga, I do my own thing so let me do it
If you wanna know a thing about me, I'm 'bout my paper
Fuck a bitch, soon as my iPhone ring I see you later
Hop on in the Chevy, grab my keys and then I'm outtie
First thing, If it's 'bout that cheese, then I'm about it
I be stacking up, got no time for niggas hating
Low we backing up, keep that clean and watch some Daytons
Cruising down the street, hear my car before it's coming
Fuck the police, windows down, I'm smoking something
And my bitch bad, she gon' ride If shit get crazy
Goons masked up, they gon' slide you try to play me
Since a young nigga, kept that pack up in the telly
Since a young nigga, been had tats like Makaveli
Shoot for fun nigga
My niggas bust, you better run nigga
King of fucking everything
[Hook]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna
[Verse 2]
When I touch down, have that pack, you fucking with me
Fuck the bitch once, she talkin' about she love with me
Let her smoke weed, drink champagne, do drugs with me
We go out of town, dinner at TAO, do clubs with me
What you niggas think, got more bank and more ranks
Smoking weed with some bitches in the club who don't drink
Talkin' about they get money, they got expensive taste
So I put it in her mouth and sent 'em both on their way
I'll be there for one night, don't give a fuck if I stay
Spent a couple hundred thousand in a couple of days
Smoke a pound in my suite and then come up with a play
Bitch came over to my crib and had a comfortable stay
She feeling my car, she feeling my chain
She think I'm a star, I'm feeling the same
I take her abroad, I fuck her insane
I'm switching up broads, I'm killing the game
Long range
King of fucking everything
[Instrumental outro]
[Read Cozmo's notes on making the beat here] | King of Everything | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Is this the top? Uh
I got my own weed, sucker, so I ain't gotta hit yours
I'm talking straight indo, ahh
Cali weed blowing like a Rastaman
Kush seed straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm
[Chorus]
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
I need it all the time, don't know what else to say
It's always on my mind, that's why every day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
[Verse 1]
Put it in a joint, not a blunt
Don't disrespect mine, player
This not the two, this the one
Don't even need a scale
Back in high school I used to be the weedman
Quarter ounces, half ounces, what you need, man
11th grade, made my way up to a P, man
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting up the cake and
[Verse 2]
I got KK in my pipe, pockets fat like Kelly Price
If you wanna take a hit you can't be afraid of heights
You gon' need some new lungs, roll me up a blunt-a-thon
While I'm smoking out the bong getting sucked like a thumb
Boy I’m in a daze, tangerine haze
I smoke so much KK they should've called it Juicy J
Bombay and lemonade, weed get the lemon taste
Never hit the bong, let me demonstrate
[Verse 3]
Go and roll it, chief and choking, marijuana, reefer smoking
Tried to sell me some under reggie, foot up in his colon
Call the doctor, call the clinic, bullshit we staying with
Your life ain't worth a motherfuckin' quarter but you payin' with it
Khalifa kush a hundred pounds, that's a half a mil
Memphis streets so eat this like a baby, like Enfamil
Lungs full of KK, have your mind on a runway
Blow my high, motherfucker, I'mma shoot up like an AK
[Verse 4]
My white house higher than Willie Nelson
On dabs the wax is melting
These clouds are smoking, help me, I'm flying like Elroy Jetson
I might bring a dispensary down in Tennessee
Whole pounds of granddaddy, but he ain't no kin to me
I’m staying with the greens, like collard
[Outro]
Blowing Khalifa Kush
Blowing Khalifa Kush
Blowing Khalifa Kush
Blowing Khalifa Kush | KK | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
I roll up
I roll up
I roll up
Shawty I roll up
I roll up
I roll up
[Verse 1]
It's your anniversary isn't it
And your man ain't acting right
So you packin' your Damier luggage up, callin' my cell phone, try and catch a flight
You know one thing straight, I'll be there girl whenever you call me
When you at home that's your man, soon as you land you say that's all me
But shit ain't all G with him no more, you ain't entertained
Since I met you a couple months ago you ain't been the same
Not sayin' I'm the richest man alive but I'm in the game
As long as you keep it 100 I'mma spend this change
[Hook]
Whenever you need me
Whenever you want me
You know you can call me, I'll be there shortly
Don't care what your friends say, 'cause they don't know me
I can be your best friend, and you be my homie
I ain't gonna flex, I'm not gonna front
You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt
Send her my way, she ain't gotta hold up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up
[Verse 2]
I try to stay out your business
But on the real, you're so obvious
And if you keep fitting me in your plans and fuckin' up, your man's gonna catch onto us
That white sand surrounding us
He be handcuffing, he should work for them officers
If you rolling I got a spot where I can put you on this medical, and send you home doctored up
You wanna ride with me 'cause you say that he boring
Wake up you rollin' weed, cooking eggs in the morning
Ain't scared to spend this money I know I'll make more of it
First you was in the sky, now you say you in orbit
[Bridge]
No matter where I am
No matter where you are
I'll be there when it's over baby
'Cause I was there from the start
No matter if I'm near
Don't matter if you're far
All you do is pick the phone up lady
And I'll be there when you call
[Hook]
Whenever you need me
Whenever you want me
You know you can call me, I'll be there shortly
Don't care what your friends say, 'cause they don't know me
I can be your best friend, and you be my homie
I ain't gonna flex, I'm not gonna front
You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt
Send her my way, she ain't gotta hold up
Whenever you call baby I roll up
Whenever you need me
Whenever you want me
You know you can call me, I'll be there shortly
Don't care what your friends say, 'cause they don't know me
I can be your best friend, and you be my homie
I ain't gonna flex, I'm not gonna front
You know if I ball, then we all gonna stunt
Send her my way, she ain't gotta hold up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up, I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up
I roll up, I roll up
Whenever you call baby I roll up | Roll Up | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
A hit, good one Richard
[Chorus]
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a ho, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a ho, mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
[Verse 1]
Your bitch on my line, she hit me every day
'Bout them dollar signs, always gettin' paid
Bad bitch in New York, bad bitch in L.A
Said I gotta go, she want me to stay
By the pound, bitch I blow it by the pound
'Specially when I'm outta town
Ain't my gang? You not allowed
Get a chick and lock her down
Ain't hot, think we got it now
Your bitch in the lost and found
Started small, we bossin' now
Not a sound
[Pre-Chorus]
She wan' smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don't know 'bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy
[Verse 2]
Money in the bank, money in the safe
Got my business straight, now I'm switchin' states
(Now I'm switchin' states)
Now I'm shinin' on 'em, now I win the race
Now these bitches chase, now these niggas hate
But these chips I chase
Gas in my joint, gas in my tank
Hit it once, hyperventilate
I do what I want, fuck what they say
What you think? Bitch it's Taylor Gang | Pull Up | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
I’m just smokin a trippy stick on this one
OG Hash Oil
[Verse 1]
Roll a joint, roll another one
When it's all said and done
I'll be at the top bitch
Cause I hustle a lot
Them cars, we pulling 'em off the lot
Don't even test drive it before I cop
Just boarded a yacht
We're at the craps table in Vegas
The dealer saying how he admiring my watch
I'm placing my wager
Don't even care how much paper I blow
Cause how to get this money and stay on
A couple things that I know
I'm blowing that stink by the O
My weed so strong I swear to god you would think it's cologne
I go anywhere in the world and just make it my home
Staying at the highest level but I ain’t make it alone
Now that my money right them suckers keep thinking I'm wrong
But I'm just switching lanes, foot off the brake and I'm gone
If you ain't talking money homie, you can't get a call
Cause this a muthafuckin life that you can't live at all
I'm getting high while I drive, I ain't thinking of y'all...
[Hook]
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas
I just wanna ride in my ride with my top down
And smoke weed with my niggas
[Verse 2]
Still rolling weed on my XXL
Only difference is that's me on the cover
Once in a while call my little sister and tell her I love her
Cause shit can get crazy in this industry
Most of your friends become your enemies
That's why I stay down with the ones that's been with me
The niggas who started and they down to ride to the end with me
Make sure the positive energy keep flowing
All the weed keep rolling
And all of us keep getting high, the sky
We gonna keep from falling
Niggas keep hating, but baby I'mma keep ballin'
A lot of y'all turned fake, cause you found out what I make
Now I'm buying estates
Going on private island vacations
Flying on private planes
I'm cool with the pilot, he let me roll something
Put on a movie, let my girl watch it
At the dealer, high, lookin' at that Ferrari options
Just an everyday life, when you young and bossin'
[Interview]
It's a cohesive thing
But the focus is still getting my thing out there
And to have people understand
This is the world that we're creating
And it doesn't exist without all of us | California | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow, black and yellow (G-Mix!)
Black and yellow, black and yellow
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, yeah I do it big
Yeah, uh-huh, screamin' that's nothin'
When I pulled off the lot: that's stuntin'
Reppin' my town when you see me, you know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
[Verse 1]
Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa
See, on the West Coast, I'm the big chiefer
The Grim Reaper, maybe that
Bring me back, yellow 'Lacs, Steeler logo in the back
We bangin' out, that Taylor Gang
Dub to your face, baby, 'til you say my name
Don't get your clique served, so much black and yellow
You would think I was from Pittsburgh, in churn, get churned
[Verse 2]
I'm a bumblebee lit up like a Christmas tree
Drinkin' Hennessey Black, I'm from Tennessee
Juicy J make the way on my own two
Quarter mil' for the Phantom, bitch, I own you
And that go for e'ry G that I'm fuckin' with
Black and yellow bitches all around me, yeah, I dig
In they purse, gotta get that reimburse
On them bills and that purple pint of syrup
And I stay Louis'd down to the socks
Rings and watch, weed and Glock
Beans to pop
My pants swole with them rubber band knots
I'm gettin' old but them rubber bands not, nigga
[Verse 3]
You can catch me in my Lamborghini, black and yellow, black and yellow
I can rock it on the beat or (a cappella, a cappella)
Uh-uh, sideways in the turning lane (Turning lane, yeah)
Fire flame, I be burnin' mane (Burnin' mane, yeah)
Teddy Pain 'bout to hurt the game (Game)
Took a break for a while, I been learnin' things (Ooh)
I learned how to tell a nigga "Fuck you then"
Black and yellow, black and yellow, all I do is fuckin' win (Win)
I told y'all (Told y'all), and now I'm on
You thought it was over (Over), you thought I was gone (Gone)
I'm goin' in, you gon' have to let me, have to let me
Back from the dead like I'm Makaveli, Makaveli (Boom, ooh-ooh)
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, yeah I do it big (Ooh)
Yeah, uh-huh, screamin' that's nothin'
When I pulled off the lot: that's stuntin'
Reppin' my town when you see me, you know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Black and yellow, all black and yellow
See me, now they treatin' me like I'm somebody special
Smokin' on that good, know it's me soon as they smell it
You could chill, I'm the one who get it, not the one who sell it
All grind every day (Day), I'm ballin', I can't help it
Niggas on that bullshit, my pockets full of Celtics
And them niggas hatin' on us get our best wishes
In the club, you ain't even on the guest list, bitch
Uh, sound like you need to get your weight up
Go to sleep rich and count another million when I wake up
Um, they wonderin' how I do my thing
Two words, Taylor Gang
Remix, G-shit (G-Shit)
This champagne's poured, nigga, the weed's lit (Weed's lit)
Lil mama's clothes fallin' like the leaves in the fall (Fall)
Ain't worried 'bout your friends, so bring 'em all (Ha-ha)
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Everything I do, yeah I do it big
Yeah, uh-huh, screamin' that's nothin'
When I pulled off the lot: that's stuntin'
Reppin' my town when you see me, you know everything
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamond, I'm in
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Black and yellow, black and yellow | Black and Yellow (G-Mix) | Wiz Khalifa |
[Chorus]
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
You know I'm reppin' Taylors
All my weed from Cali so you know I’m smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' papers
And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is
Mothafuck a hater
[Verse 1]
Left the crib with 10 grand, bought a hundred pair
I’m the coach, I can show you how to be a player
5/8 is the fitted, bitches love my hair
Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear
They let me in the club, fuck a dress code
Me and all my niggas rollin' up the best smoke
OG Kush from the West Coast
Oh you down to fuck? Shorty let's go
Diamonds in my chain, niggas trying to steal my lane
Chronic in my brain bitch, I’m reppin' Taylor Gang
Smoke 'til I’m insane, drinking til' I’m throwing up
Only papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it up
High socks, low cuts
Smell that good weed, then you know it's us
That yellow car pulling up
Them niggas ain't high so they ain't close to us
Down to fly, yeah, two fingers and hold em up
[Chorus]
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
You know I’m reppin’ Taylors
All my weed from Cali so you know I’m smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ papers
And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is
Mothafuck a hater
[Verse 2]
Bought a crib like Scarface's, this is my world
All my niggas down to bang but we can try words
Smoking ounces to the head 'til my mind twirls
I’m the mayor and my bitch look like a flag girl
Topic of discussion, talk shit cause they bitches love us
Plus them niggas suckas, I got that in living color
All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors
All I do is fuck 'em once and I don't call or give ‘em numbers
Ro-lex, more, sex
Good, weed, no, stress
Run my town, arms, chest
Lift, weights, Bow-flex
Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers?
Real recognize real and my nig, you a stranger
Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers
Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors
[Chorus]
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
(And that was the long laugh on y'all bitchass niggas)
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
Taylor, Gang, Taylor, Gang
You know I’m reppin’ Taylors
All my weed from Cali so you know I’m smokin' flavors
Ain't fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin’ papers
And I throw it up so that you know just what my gang is
Mothafuck a hater
[Verse 3]
You see me out, I rep my gang, used to serve that John McCain
That John McCain, hold up, they don't know my name?
Chevy (who?) Chevy (who?) look at all that shit them dollars do
Gettin' all this money with you know who, it's Taylor Gang over you
We poppin' bottles gang signs, all my niggas' gang signs
Rollin up gang signs, niggas trippin', bang time
Hold up, what they say 'bout us?
Same niggas gotta get the okay bout stuff
They ain't in the same league, they don’t play like us
No sticks, no seeds, keep that rolled up
Bang on them hoes, we does that
Socket work, I just had a plug for that
Get your Taylor on, hold whatever you rep
Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin' the set
Got these niggas trippin’, and these bitches too
They just haters though, no matter what we do
What up cuz, on the left side
It's Taylor Gang, and that's or die
Chevy! | Taylor Gang | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Hahah, say Jim
[Verse 1]
It's the champagne pourin', big joint rollin'
Bombay sippin', no blunt smokin'
Bad bitch gettin', thick, and she got some friends with her
I take 'em out, pour shots of liquor
Drinkin' out the bottle, smilin' in all my pictures
The marijuana loud, so them hoes follow like Twitter
Nigga, you know everything Taylor
Don't rush to the bar, fool, if you ain't got no paper, that's the rules
High as fuck, sloppy drunk when I'm passin' through
Rollin' doobies up, your ho who we pass 'em to
Hit the club, spend this money up
Roll another one, drink, act a fool, that's what I have to do
[Chorus]
See, I've been drinking champagne all night
Never worry 'bout a damn thing, but y'all might
Homie, I'm on my level (yeah), I'm on my level (yeah)
I'm on my level (yeah), I'm on my level (yeah)
So let me take one shot, to the brain
And I order three more shots, I'm going in
Ayy, I'm on my level (yeah), I'm on my level (yeah)
I'm on my level (yeah), I'm on my level (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Spent a couple dollars on my engine
Motor roaring when I back out the garage
Gin got me drunk as fuck, stumbling out the bar
Plus I'm struggling tryna find the keys to my car
'Cause I be going hard
Roll the camera, life just like a movie, I'm the star
Wish you was in my position, you too broke to play the part
Of course, I keep some bad women
With me in the back, sippin' Rosé with some hash twistin'
All about a dollar, my team into cash gettin'
Straight outta the 'Burgh where we drink and we smash niggas
So when I say I'm balling, that don't mean that I'm playing, mayne
All my diamonds talking, you can see what they saying, mayne
[Verse 3]
In the middle of the night, early in the mornin'
From the streets to the sheets with some freaks, I ain't yawnin'
I'm wide awake, we ain't eatin', and we ain't sleepin'
These bitches so high, man, we ain't even speakin'
We just freakin', you rollin' with Short Dog, baby
She was high on that pill, so I fucked your lady
Come to my house, I give 'em everything they want and
I might not do it, but I'll give it to ya women
Cocaine, mushrooms, ecstasy, GHB, marijuana
She can suck it if she wanna
I got tequila, Cîroc, and two freaky friends
And it's a Wednesday night, this ain't the weekend
[Bridge]
Mane, I'm high as fuck, mane, I swear I'm on my level
Mane, I'm sloppy drunk, mane, I swear I'm on my level
I'm finna pass out, mane, I swear I'm on my level
A nigga get smashed out, my nig', I swear I'm on my level
Mane, I'm high as fuck, mane, I swear I'm on my level
Mane, I'm sloppy drunk, mane, I swear I'm on my level
I'm finna pass out, mane, I swear I'm on my level
A nigga get smashed out, my nig', I swear I'm on my level | On My Level | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
We don't put it on in the crib if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't even pull up to the club in it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Won't smoke, won't pass, won't hit it if it ain't fire
Ooh, ooh
Don't spend no time on a bitch if she ain't fire
[Verse 1]
Let's get to the basics, let's get to the basics (get to the basics)
I'm rollin' a J up, I'm lovin' the fragrance (lovin' the fragrance)
I'm hardly on time 'cause my mind is where space is (my mind is where space is)
But I always on grind 'cause that's how my fam raised me (how my fam raised me, how my fam raised me)
Think I got problems, say that I'm crazy (say that I'm crazy)
Love marijuana, smoke on the daily (smoke on the daily)
Smoke with my mama, roll one for my lady (one for my lady, one for my lady)
Blow the whole pound now, came up from an eighty (up from an eighty)
I'm lettin' the top down, and countin' them faces (countin' them faces)
I'm blowin' the smoke out, exhalin' the vapors (exhalin' the vapors)
I'm smokin' in public, they stare in amazement (they stare in amazement)
I'm lightin' that bomb up, it's takin' me places (takin' me places)
[Verse 2]
I pull up foreign, lil' baby foreign
I let her drive when it get boring, I lay back smoking, ooh yeah
Fog up these windows, fog up these windows
Girl, first we were just smoking and then we're fucking (Lord)
Drop her off, tell her good night
Gotta go get my money right
OG Louis thirteen on me
Don’t pass me that mid, homie
Judge gave my nigga life
He took the bitch, still didn't snitch homie
Niggas quick to claim they real never been through nothing
Had to keep my distance from these bustas (From these bustas)
Fuck her one time, I won't never trust her (I won't never trust her)
She got attached to these real wings (Real wings)
Deleting all her texts while I roll a whole
[Interlude]
Let's go (Let's go)
Let's go (Let's go)
Let's get it (Let's get it)
Haha
[Verse 3]
Roll up my weed as soon as the day start
Get me a pound and I break it apart
Kush on my clothes, smell the green in my car
Ain't coming close, you smell me from afar
Time after time, I keep smoking that herb
Joint after joint, I must be on the verge
Of overdosing, I be on that loud
Speeding me up, while I'm slowing you down
I just got back from an overseas trip
Smoking with Ty, he got me high as shit
Cause we keep nothing but good in our J
Repping our gang and we mob everyday
Break down an ounce, put it right on a tray
Ain't saving nothing, we smoke everything
Light up a joint, let it stink up the place
Or hit the bong, blow the smoke in your face
[Chorus]
I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high
(love getting high)
And I love getting high
(love getting high)
I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high
(love getting high)
And I love getting high
(love getting high)
[Verse 4]
Break it down and roll another one, I could get anything I want
I told her "You should bring a friend for the crew" (friend for the crew)
Hear 'em talk but they ain't want it though, I'm in the Hall of Fame of smoke
'Cause everybody that I'm with, get high too (get high too)
Only rolling in a Wiz Khalifa paper (Khalifa paper)
Taylor Gang G Pen, smell the vapor (smell the vapor)
Take it to the head before I walk up to the plane
I'll probably get so fucking high
Won't even know my fucking name
You got to be a pro, if you wanna get this blow
Never inhale, teach you how to hit this smoke
And I'm never running out of it (running out of it)
Kush smoke, got a lot of it (got a lot of it)
Smoke like we hit the lottery (hit the lottery)
Seen Snoop, he was proud of me (he was proud of me)
Won't go broke 'cause I never spend (never spend)
If them hoes don't smoke, don't let 'em in (don't let 'em in)
[Chorus]
I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high
(love getting high)
And I love getting high
(love getting high)
I'ma get money, nigga, I'ma get money
I'm a real nigga so I'ma keep it real
And I love getting high
(love getting high)
And I love getting high | Lit (Remix) | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Uh
It's young Khalifa, man
Paper Plane Gang
501 young
Ayy, shout out to my brother Spitta, man
I just wanted to say that
Yeah
Yeah
And your bitch could see this shit from across the street, nigga
It's pimpin' over here
Macaroni
Kush & Orange Juice, nigga
What up, Chevy?
Jerm, I see you
Cardo On The Beat
[Verse 1]
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Smoke somethin', go to a new state soon as I fuck 'em
Niggas be pressed for pussy, it ain't nothing
Instead of worrying 'bout who that bitch fuckin', why don't you get you some money?
Nine times out of ten, she see me stuntin'
Game-running, wanna know my hotel and who phone to ring when she coming
I keep it a hundred
Get love from the hoes, but it's money over bitches, nothing above it
Like the weed loud like my engine when I speed up
Bitches holding they weave, rolling trees with they pretty feets up
Them suckers often imitate, but they can't be us
So super high, look in the sky when you wanna see me, bruh
Cut my speakers up, drowning out what the critics say, just
Continue to smoke and remain G as fuck
Polo socks match my Polo hat
She leave once, it's a known fact that she ain't coming back, now Taylor Gang that
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, and ain't shit change
But the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I be the blinder with them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game, lil' homie, I'm doing big things (Big things)
And them bitches, they mesmerized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (Fuckin' with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[Verse 2]
Uh, I don't love 'em, I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Try to get paper out her, fuck her, don't know shit about her
I take you up where it's cloudy
Ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada, I go to Louis and blow a couple thousand
One of my baddest bitches rollin' up while I'm driving
And she don't even smoke, just hit it once while she light it
My game tight, seal and sign it
Them niggas just playing, ain't really ballin'
Saying they being honest
Claiming that's your wife, but we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite at 3 in the morning
Takin' her clothes off, inhalin' weed and coughing
Ain't her first time chiefin', but say she don't do this often
Since I was sixteen, I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take niggas' hoes and smoke hella trees with 'em
As for your team, you niggas in the stands, you just lookin'
I'm a pro to these rookies and the plan is still paper over pussy
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, and ain't shit change
But the amount of horses in my motor when I switch lanes
And I be them blinder with them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game, lil' homie, I'm doing big things (Big things)
And them bitches, they mesmerized, they recognize, I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
[Outro]
Yeah, nigga
This shit just don't sound cool, this what we go to sleep to, wake up to
Kush & Orange Juice, nigga
Got your bitch cooking them cheese eggs too
Got paper in my pocket
Taylor Gang, what's up?
See y'all niggas, man
We done fucked over 'em this year, it's a wrap
Yeah
We don't want no more sucker shit, ever | Mezmorized | Wiz Khalifa |
[Chorus]
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fuckin' here
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team fuckin' here
[Verse 1]
I done kept it real from the jump
Livin' at my mama’s house, we'd argue every month
Nigga, I was tryin' to get it on my own
Workin' all night, traffic on the way home
And my uncle calling me like "Where ya at?
I gave you the keys told ya bring it right back”
Nigga, I just think it's funny how it goes
Now I’m on the road, half a million for a show
And we...
[Verse 2]
Boys tell stories about ya man
Say I never struggled, wasn't hungry, yeah, I doubt it
Nigga, I could turn your boy into the man
There ain't really much I hear that's poppin' off without us
Nigga, we just want the credit where it's due
I’mma worry about me, give a fuck about you
Nigga, just as a reminder to myself
I wear every single chain, even when I’m in the house
Cause we...
[Bridge]
No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where're your real friends at?
We don’t like to do too much explainin'
Story stays the same, I never changed it
No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where're your real friends at?
We don’t like to do too much explainin'
Story stay the same through the money and the fame
Cause we...
[Verse 3]
Came in the game with no lane and then changed it
These fuck niggas'll say it in ten different ways
Then see you and smile in your face
You wanna meet up, name a time or a place
I’m smokin' that fire, my nigga you know that it’s fire
You smell it as soon as I blaze
Burnin' a pound, burnin' a pound, burnin' a pound
Yeah, it’s goin' down, it’s goin' down, it’s goin' down
Started from the bottom now we here
Had a dream bout a car, and went and got it in a year
All black trucks when we pull up to the Lear
All black Coupe, I look like Bruce when I’m steerin'
Hope the homie Drake don’t get pissed
But niggas never ever put your man on songs like this
And I probably said no to it before
But I made 20 millions so we should probably go on tour
And I just seen Waka the other day
He wasn’t trippin', we just talked about the money we been makin'
Cause we… | Started From The Bottom (Remix) | Wiz Khalifa |
[Intro]
Yeah
Oh, yeah, uh
Ooh, Thugger, yeah
Yeah
Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger, bitch
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I pour a four up (Ooh, ooh)
I call your ho up (Yeah)
Just to fuck her and show her (Just to fuck)
I just went got my dough up (I just went got my dough up)
Pullin' off and I'm gone (Skrrt-skrrt)
Then I go and pour four up (Then I go and pour four)
Then I roll up that roll-up (Roll up, roll up)
Then I'm callin' your ho up (Callin' your ho up)
[Chorus]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Yeah, ooh, like, "Brrt")
I know you're home, baby (Ooh, it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (Zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (Pour it up, yeah, yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Never will I cheat on you (Yah)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you (Yah)
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2 (Ooh, yah)
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwing that Rollie on you (Yah)
I like the way it be freezin', yeah
[Chorus]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Ooh, like, "Brrt")
I know you're home, baby (Ooh, it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (Zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (Pour it up, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Pour up a four of that Actavis (Act')
Lean like my motherfuckin' granny did (Woo)
Super Bowl ring with big-body Benz (Hey)
I stacked it up, now I'm just better-livin' (Cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it (Ha)
I'm fucking this cash, I'm not celibate (Ha)
I'm packin' it out like a reverend (Woah)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (Woo)
I'ma play dumb and get left in the middle (Yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up, you too little (Woah, woah)
Hit 'em with three like I'm Miller (Yeah, yeah)
I don't talk to no man in the middle (Uh-uh)
I don't talk to no man, I'm just kiddin' (I swear)
But I did pay my sister's tuition (Woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (Yeah)
Walkin' off with it like Sonny Liston (Woah)
Mama told me I'm her brightest star (Yeah)
Mama told me don't hate on the law (Ow)
Because everybody got a job (What?)
Because everybody wan' be a star (Real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan' be a part (Swear, swear, swear)
She gon' do anything in her power to be with ya boy
[Post-Chorus]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you (Ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin', yeah (Quavo)
[Verse 3]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin, baby, Home Alone (Home Alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (Hey)
She in love with the pipe (Pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice (Hey, ice, woo)
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and codeine, please don't take my life (My life)
She had a dream with Céline so I bought it twice (Céline)
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl, you're so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin' on four and I'm shootin' dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike (Brr)
And I'm loving all races (All races)
Hell nah, I don't discriminize (No)
Drinkin' on clean, sanitize (Drank)
Ostrich seats with the frog eyes (Skrrt)
If I ever call your phone, baby (Brrt)
Best believe it's only one time (Brrt)
[Post-Chorus]
Never will l cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin', yeah
[Outro]
(Like, "Brrt")
Pick up the phone, baby (Like, "Brrt")
(Like, "Brrt")
I'm in the zone, baby
Pick up the phone, baby (Like, "Brrt")
(Like, "Brrt")
I'm in the zone, baby | pick up the phone | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Ricky Racks, I see you!
Thugger!
YSL for life, bitch
Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else
Yung Shad, you killed this track
Free the GOAT!
[Chorus]
That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
I'm gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
Hey-yeah! Yeah
[Verse 1]
Take them boys to school, swagonometry
Bitch I'm bleedin' bad, like a bumble bee
Hold up! Hold it, hold it, nigga proceed
I'ma eat that booty just like groceries
Eat on that coochie, lay that bitch down like "let's do it"
No Tiger, bitch, eat that wood, eat that wood
Supplier, bitch, I got pistols, no wood
I want them tacos that are Meagan Good
Helicopter choppin' with the buzz
Stuff them racks inside them if they nudge
Bang that other side, nigga curb
And my reefer louder than a speaker
Yeah my niece is hangin' with The Beatles
If you ever find her, better keep her
37 cameras for the sneakers
Goin' out like Ox or Beanie Sigel
Send a cop, I can't wait to mistreat 'em
Forcin' your ho, I can't wait to mislead 'em
And beat 'em, they ain't my people
[Chorus]
That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
I'm gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
Hey-yeah! Yeah!
[Verse 2]
Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today
I done cut back on that lean, I'm on that Hen' and D'ussé
Don't do no talkin', when you see him, you better shoot in his face
I got a hundred bitches that can't wait to replace
Michael Jackson, nigga, Thugger Jackson moon walkin'
The S.L.I.M.E. army tool shoppin'
Me a horny goat, I'm boolin' at the bull stop
No I can't get arrested 'cause I'm talkin' 'bout my necklace
I'ma put that bitch in the buck, I'm a dog, let's get stuck
My lil' sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck
Waddup cuz? Here yo cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup
Your crew suck, don't got bucks, these ain't drugs, nigga
[Chorus]
That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
I'm gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
Hey-yeah! | Best Friend | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, woah
Woah, woah
Oh
(You good, T-Minus?)
Oh
[Chorus]
Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew
[Verse 1]
Yeah, circumnavigate the globe as the cash grows (Grow)
Get a nigga whacked like you get the grass mowed (Mowed)
I'm talkin' slick when I'm with the Big Slime, nigga (Slime)
Could hit your bitch, you could never hit mine, nigga (Mine)
In my DM, they electric slide, nigga (Huh, slide)
No catfishin', this is not a fish fry, nigga
Never switch sides on my dog
Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars
Everybody sing
How could you come up out your face
And say I ain't the hardest nigga you done ever heard?
I left a flock of rappers dead and buried
A verse from me is like eleven birds
Just did the math, that's like two thousand dollars every word
I'm on the verge, I'll beat the charge
I killed some niggas and I walked away from it
Then I observe, just how you curve
Then told the nigga that they gotta wait for it
"I know—I know you in high demand"
I'm ballin' on a pussy nigga like Juwanna Mann
I'm drownin' all inside the pussy like I never swam
Ayy, fuck your IG, I put somethin' on your sonogram
I'm the man, ayy, ayy
[Verse 2]
Pimp talk, church talk, I can make a brick walk (Woo)
Up north, down south, Bankhead to Rachel Walk (Ayy)
Hit it with a little water, stretch it like a vocal cord
STD, I run my ward, fuck a fed and his daughter (Let's go)
I'ma run the compound (Yeah)
I supply the cigarettes and bread (Woo)
I got a main and she gon' ride (Uh-huh)
She took a quarter and she fled (Uh)
I'm in the Lamb', so she gon' ride (Yeah)
I see the pain in shawty's light brown eyes (Ooh)
I'm at The London with some big thots
No fries, she eat steaks with the fish sides
Didn't your mama tell you when something on fire, stop, drop and roll? (Aw yeah)
I've been on the road like a pair of spinners at Stop-N-Go's (Yeah)
I could charge 'em like a Dodge Hemi Demon
Got your broad in the garage eatin' semen
Every time a nigga go back to the ward
Niggas act like they want start
And we leave them on the cement (Grra, grra)
[Outro]
I, crash down, we get money (Hey)
For the full town (Woah, when you won't play, I)
I decided, for the full side (Hoes will say)
And they know, I might (And fly, I...)
Get down, might (Don't play)
See the whole town every time, I... (Oh, every day)
Yeah, they know what's up (Folks will say) | The London | Young Thug |
[Intro]
I can see that bullshit from a mile away (See it)
You can stack my money 'bout a mile away (Stack it)
I got three white bitches like it's powder day (White)
Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei
And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies (Sexy)
She lookin' back like I'm flexin', baby, no way (Uh-uh)
And lately, I been on that D'usse, yee
(We got London on the track)
[Chorus]
Got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)
[Post-Chorus]
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money I call change
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane
[Verse 1]
If I need some racks, I'ma flip me some packs
I talk like I want and she don't say nothin' back
If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack
Or I put that brack in my brack
Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
If you don't owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me
I promise I won't ever quit, bitch, I'm Kobe
And I whip that white, you can snow me
Stoner Young Thugger
I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me, Young Thugger
Yeah, she shinin' like butter
The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler
Leave it to Beaver
I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him
Yeah, they all wanna greet him
They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh
No, they won't tease on that dick, they won't read on that dick
They won't leash on that dick, don't Felicia that dick
Mamacita that dick, they gon' snitch on that dick
And she screamin' loud, she can't secret that dick
Mama a beast on that dick
If she bad, I'ma gon' an' Four Season that bitch
Eat that, lil' bitch, I'ma feast that lil' bitch, mm
[Chorus]
I got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)
[Post-Chorus]
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Yeah, I'm like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
Money in my pants, I got money I call change
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks
Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey!
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm a Migo, I play with kilo
When I put ice on, I am Sub-Zero
All of my niggas, they hard, call 'em beetles
Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger in Regals
Droppin' the top on the Bentley
I'm with the Birdman, yeah, the eagle
Geeked out my mind, man, I'm tripping out
I don't know none of these people
Make my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter
Yes, I got threats, I'm not worried 'bout that
They know they can get whacked and I swear I done
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, I'm like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey!
[Outro]
We got London on da Track! | Check | Young Thug |
[Intro]
(We got London on da Track)
[Chorus]
First you get that money, then you get that power
If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder
Now you walk around with fifty in your trousers
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
Bitch, I make it rain shower, you dig that?
They won't know a thing about you if you zip that
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga, get back
Feed it, beat it, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh)
[Verse 1]
Before I go without a sack, I swag pack (Sheesh, sheesh)
I spoiled my bitch and now she actin' like a brat (Yeah, yeah)
I met Alex, I know Jimmy, he got racks (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm bleedin' like a tat (Yeah, yeah)
Roll it, roll it for me on your back (Roll it, roll it)
Just for show, my diamonds yellow like a taxi (Woo, woo)
I'm a cat, I'ma chase all them pussy rats (Ah), yeah (Ah, ah)
Pussy nigga better not look back
Or, or else I'm killin' 'em, hey, and that's a fact (Sheesh)
Get blood all on my Timberlands, she make a nigga say, "What?" (What?)
I swear to God she feelin' 'em
She sucked like eight dicks, I call her octagon (Hey)
[Chorus]
First you get that money, then you get that power
If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder
Now you walk around with fifty in your trousers
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser (Yeah)
Bitch, I make it rain shower, you dig that?
They won't know a thing about you if you zip that
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga, get back (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
Feed it, beat it, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh)
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I dig it, I eat ice cream with my chicken (Rich nigga)
Bitch, I'm rich just like a Simmons, not Lil Diggy (Real Simmons)
If I got legs, bitch, you know I'm gonna get it (Walk, walk)
She got good head, so she welcome to my Bentley (Woo)
Big Bentley, this that big Bentley, Bentley (What? What?)
Ridin' 'round with the semi 'cause I know these niggas envy (Hah)
Is you mad 'bout Instagram or how I kick my pimpin'? (Pimp)
Hey, you keep that Ace of Spades, I'm sippin'
I'm a rocket, rocket, I can't stop it, stop it
I'm a GTV boy, bitch, I'm poppin', poppin'
I need coke, need coke like, "Where the fuck is papi?"
If you try to run off, you know we popped your noggin (Pop, pop, ah) | Power | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Anything she want, she can get
Oh, you can get, oh (Get, oh)
Oh, anything she want, she can get (She want, she can get it)
(Wheezy outta here)
[Chorus]
She want Chanel, go get it
She want Chanel, go get it
She want this Fendi, go get it
She want a Birkin, go get it
She want this Gucci, she can get it
She want this Louis, go get it
Loub's with the spikes, she get it
Everything I got, she gettin' it, yeah
Bentley sedan, she get it
Hop out the Benz, she gettin' it
Hop out the Lamb', she gettin' it
The Porsche a Cayenne, she gettin' it
Hop out the coupe, she get it
Ashanti the shoes, she get it
I put my kids on her titty
Anything she want, she can get it
[Verse 1]
Anything you see, you can get it (Get it)
Here go the keys to the Bentley
When I fuck her I got good intentions (Yeah)
I just can't get my palms to stop itchin'
Water on me like I live with the fishes (Fishes)
I done ordered every color in tennis
Got the diamonds put in by my dentist (My dentist)
I'ma shine when I'm skinnin' and grinnin' (Shine)
Ice my watch, I'm not wastin' my time (My time)
Gunna drippin' with Uzi and Slime (Slime)
Connect with my bitch like a WiFi
Slidin' in the DM like a cha-cha
I got M's, I can take care of the Southside
I've been buildin' these billionaire ties (Ties)
Got the Yves Saint Laurent heels in your size
Get the penthouse and fill it with vibes (Vibes)
Got Marc Jacobs to cover my eyes
She need help, I'ma send her a dime (Dime)
I can't pour nothin' less than two lines
Luxury, all the back seats recline ('Cline)
She want me to put that dick in her spine (Spine)
Take her shoppin' and keep her from cryin' (Cryin')
Give you stones, think you one of a kind
Got Chanel with the C's on both sides
[Verse 2]
She want Chanel, she can get it
Louis V bag and Dior her titty
They locked the door when we walk in Fendi
Save the hundreds, them dubs, we spendin'
Real dope boy, ain't chargin' no card
New G-Wagon, she already got
Real grown woman, she ain't post her body
Check price tags, you want it, you get it
You a big Thugger fan, you scared to admit it
Gettin' sixty for a show, I'm handlin' business
L.A. for a month, get away from the city
Been sippin' this syrup, I'ma need a new kidney
Just tell me where it's at and I'ma gon' and get it
'Ever I say, she on it
New Range Rover, she want it
We don't do notes, she own it
Runnin' out of space for the bags in her closet
Runnin' through checks every day, no fraud shit
Rose gold Presidential Rollie look polished
Bad lil' bitch, good brain, go to college
You ain't really gotta pay for nothin', I got it
Big bankroll, I ain't totin' no wallet
I don't withdraw, nickname Deposit
T-Pain, Plies, I call her my shawty, my shawty | Chanel (Go Get It) | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Yeah
I'm so through with that
I'm so through with that
(We got London on da Track)
[Chorus]
Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man (Woo)
Pop me a Xanny, I'm fast, I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man (Woo)
True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True Religion Buddha man (Woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear I'ma shoot with that (Woo)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that?
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that (Ooh)
I'm so fresh like dish detergent, if you not fresh, you so through with that (So fresh)
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that
[Verse 1]
Yes, you not cool
No, you not bool (What?)
I don't give no damn, I'm not calling you boo (Uh-huh)
My bitch, she a jewel (Woah)
You can't prove a point, boy, you know you so doomed (You dig?)
You know you so doomed (Yeah)
I swear I'm so lost with no clue, don't know what to do (What?)
Over loud, over loud (Yeah)
I over loud on these niggas
Ain't know how to milk these cows
She made that dick grow, now it's big like a tower
Yow, front pockets filled up with bands, no Bible
[Chorus]
Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man (Woo)
Pop me a Xanny, I'm fast, I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man (Woo, woo)
True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True Religion Buddha man (True it, woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear I'ma shoot with that (Sheesh, sheesh)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that? (Sheesh, sheesh)
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that (Skrrt)
I'm so fresh like dish detergent, if you not fresh, you so through with that (Clean)
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that (Hey, dork)
[Verse 2]
Pull up, hop out the block, they tuck in they tail, I go, "Who the clan?" (Cacaw, cacaw)
We dressed in all-black, I'm always on the road just like a Uber man (I'm textin')
We wrappin' and sendin' them packs, soon as they land, we movin' 'em (Wrapped, shipped)
Blame it on the OGs, they influenced me (I'm ridin' with felons and fugitives)
Ain't gonna count money, nigga (Uh-uh, nah)
I ain't just make money, nigga (Ain't just make money, nigga)
I put lipstick on the 'Rari, she say "That's delicious" (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Who that is in that Crown Vic? He look suspicious (Oh, him, shh)
I just jugged a hundred pounds, I made a…
[Chorus]
Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man (Woo, woo)
Pop me a Xanny, I'm fast, I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man (Woo, woo)
True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True Religion Buddha man (Sheesh, woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear I'ma shoot with that (Yeah, sheesh, sheesh)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that? (Hey)
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'm so fresh like dish detergent, if you not fresh, you so through with that (Fresh)
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that
[Outro]
Yeah, you not cool with that
No, you not cool with that
No, you not cool with that
Yeah | With That | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
[Chorus]
Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
[Verse 1]
Cartier eye
I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie
I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire
Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise
Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides
Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size
We really fly, we like pelican glide
Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her to gargle and work on her highs
[Chorus]
Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
[Interlude]
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
[Verse 2]
I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)
Ayy, man, this synthetic weed, you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
Keep the awards on the shelf
Whole sixteen round in the fire
I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies
Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
Yeah, Cartier eyes
Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
Cartier love, Cartier the thot
Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag
Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad
I can't go out, no way I'ma go out
I just grip on her ass and I show out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out
I just whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out (Oh)
[Interlude]
Cash, money, checks, cash (Ooh, ah)
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos (Ooh)
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself (Ah)
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite (Ooh, it's lit)
[Verse 3]
Hot like the 504 Boyz how I move through the lobby (Hot)
Since '012, La Flame been hot just to show you the timeframe (La Flame)
Hundred mil' down on my desk, but I'm still up deciding (Straight up)
Match the M's in my account to the truck in my driveway (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in that four-door by myself
Know it's a hundred more niggas outside
Know they gon' ride 'til the death (Ooh)
Had some good years, ain't no way I get tired
I gotta do what I feel
Every day Super Bowl, fuck it, oh well
I put a lot on myself
In the field, Richard Mille on like Odell (Let's go)
She slid her hand down my pants just to grab the torpedo (Doo-doo-doo)
I had to go back and link with my slimes like I'm thirteen and zero (It's lit)
I told her, "Baby, this not the remix, this a part of the sequel" (Part of the seq')
No, we not livin' the same, we not makin' the same, we not equal (No), yeah, yeah, yeah
Look, mom, I can fly
Had some troubles, put that shit in the sky
Brought the angels, know the devil would try
It's so hot, you thought Paris Hilton done said it (Yeah, yeah)
When we come out, we can't help but leave damage (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Afterparty, Astroworld out the planet (Yeah, yeah)
Laid the map out, but they didn't understand it
When I'm home, know that I fuck on a Grammy, yeah
[Outro]
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn
Hot, hot, hot, hot | Hot (Remix) | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot (Damn)
Hot, hot, hot, hot
[Chorus]
Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot (Uh)
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
[Verse 1]
Cartier eye
I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie
I can't be sober, I gotta stay high
Poured me some syrup in a Canada Dry (Uh)
Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde (Uh)
Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire
Chanaynays and Birkins, she cannot decide (Chanaynay)
The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise (Uh)
Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
Dig in her back while I'm grippin' her sides (Hot)
Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size
We really fly, we like pelican glide (Fly)
Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky (Upgrade)
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her to gargle and work on her highs (Hey)
[Chorus]
Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot (Uh)
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop (Pop)
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
[Interlude]
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
[Verse 2]
I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)
Ayy, man, this synthetic weed, you can't smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm still double cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was five
Keep the awards on the shelf
Whole sixteen round in the fire
I'm sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin', they tellin' these lies
Actin' like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
Yeah, Cartier eyes
Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
Cartier love, Cartier the thot
Cartier specs, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
Cartier jeans, ain't no way I can sag
Ain't no way I'ma ever gon' go out bad
I can't go out, no way, I won't go out
I just grip on her ass and I show out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out
I just whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don't break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
Hundred racks in ones, dude brought the flood out
[Outro]
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot, damn
Hot, hot, hot | Hot | Young Thug |
[Intro]
I got somethin' for you lookin'-ass niggas
Week and a half, I'ma be in that ass... pause
It's like I'm working on an album and a mixtape at the same motherfucking time!
[Pre-Chorus]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'ma call my partner 'fore I fuck her mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other
[Chorus]
Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches
For that dope he whipped, you need a new wrists
Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck told you
That Young Thugger Thugger don't fuck up the beat?
I got six cars and I also got rentals and all of 'em tinted
No, I'm not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to the city
I fuck it, I suck it, I beat it down, then she beat me to the ceilin'
Stoner my lifestyle, I'm livin' too wild
I came to make you proud, that money keep her around
In love with her head, I can't turn it down
Can't wait for my time to come back around
She see that you don't got Lil Haiti's style
Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild
I just bought a Bentley and a bitch came with it
Young rich nigga hittin' million dollar licks
Balling in New York like a motherfucking Knick
You better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit
And everywhere I go I got a pass like the staff
I'm goin' off top like a motherfuckin' layup
357, six shots like Al
I left ten bands in a motherfuckin' cab
[Verse 2]
Every time I come out, I ain’t ever with no new bitches
These bitches is stealing, I'ma sue bitches
Dripping down his dick, this pussy too vicious (vicious)
Every time I fuck him, I say "Whose is it?"
Yo! Who the fuck told 'em that, "They was like Nicki? Oh no, bitches didn't!"
I'ma give bitches a minute of shine, then I'll tell 'em good riddance (good riddance)
To raise a child, it might take a village
But I wouldn't know, cause these bitches my sons
Yes, they was, and they still is
Gave him the kitten, now that nigga smitten
Told him to hop in my foreign, and then I said, "No, I'm just kiddin'!"
Hell of a livin', you bitches on chitlins
When I come out of my mansion, I sprinkle some bread to the pigeons
B-b-b-b-but, bitches is lyin', they lyin', they lyin', they lie in they bio
So I ain't fuckin' with chickens unless I got pico de gallo
Girls is plottin', what more could they steal?
Tell Justin Timberlake, that I am comin' for Jessica Biel
Bitch, I'm a star-rah, you niggas, I holla tomorrow
Doors go up, 'cause I am too rich to cop a Gallardo
No regular doors, on Aventadors
Painted it pink, just so I could take pictures, while you rented yours
H-H-H-Hell of a ticket, h-h-h-h-hell of a price
I want it, I get it, I wire the money, I never think twice
I am not gay, but let's be precise
'Cause if she pretty then watch it, 'cause I'ma be fuckin' ya wife
[Verse 3]
I knew I was gonna run my money up and everybody didn't
All these niggas pussy niggas, tellin' on they partner
Hope the pussy nigga get a bigger sentence
Pussy nigga play, I'm coming back with the K
And I'ma shoot that motherfucker 'til he livid
Bitches wanna see a nigga thumb through it fast
I'ma name myself Young Thugga tenant
100 bands at a time, I fronted you bands, but you
I don't like using profanity but the Young Thugger will cut you
All of my cups are muddy, I fuck my bitches' buddies
I just want nut like Buddy, all of my bitches buddies
Panamera with the tinted roof, all the niggas' dogs goin', "Roof"
Top notch shawty, nigga ring came with karats
Young nigga rich, jewelry colder than the attic
If she ain't a virgin then that bitch is only average
I can't even hear ya, baby, get rid of the static
I can't learn a bitch, but I learned mathematics
I just ball her down whenever she call my pattern | Danny Glover (Remix) | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Thugger Thugger
Thugger
Stoner Life, YSL
(808 Mafia)
[Chorus]
Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'ma call my papi for her, fuck the mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other (Hot)
Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck told you that Young Thugger Thugger don't fuck up the beat?
I got six cars, and I also got rentals, and all of 'em tinted
No, I'm not Nipsey, not from L.A., but I got keys to the city
I fuck it, I suck it, I beat it down, then she beat me to the ceiling
Stoner my lifestyle
I'm livin' too wild
I came to make you proud
That money keep her around
In love with her head, I can't turn it down
Can't wait for my time to come back around
She see that you don't got Lil Haiti's style
Plus I just seen Snoop on Girls Gone Wild
I just bought a Bentley and a bitch came with it
Young rich nigga hittin' million dollar licks
Balling in New York like a motherfucking Knick
You better have them racks, you ever want to hear me spit
And everywhere I go I gotta pass like the staff
I'm goin' off top like a motherfuckin' lay up
357, six shots like Al
I left ten bands in a motherfuckin' cab
[Verse 2]
I knew I was gonna run my money up and everybody didn't
All these niggas pussy niggas, tellin' on they partner
Hope the pussy nigga get a bigger sentence
Pussy nigga play, I'm coming back with the K
And I'ma shoot that motherfucker 'til he livid
Bitches wanna see a nigga thumb through it fast
I'ma name myself Young Thug Attendant
Hundred bands at a time I fronted you bags, but you
I don't like using profanity, but the Young Thugger will cut you
All of my cups are muddy I fuck my bitches' buddies
I just want nut like Buddy, all of my bitches buddies
Panamera with the tinted roof
All the niggas dogs goin', "Roof"
Top notch shawty, nigga ring came with karats
Young nigga rich, jewelry colder than the attic
If she ain't a virgin, then that bitch is only average
I can't even hear ya, baby, get rid of the static
I can't learn a bitch, but I learned mathematics
I just ball her down whenever she call my pattern | 2 Bitches (Danny Glover) | Young Thug |
[Intro]
When you were worrying about pissing on your fuckin' self, I was a stoner
Band gang
(Dun Deal on the track)
Way back in 90-fucking'-4, when I was six or seven
Ayy, ayy, this that stoner music, nigga
Stoner! (This my damn bit!)
Stoner (Let's get it)
[Chorus]
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (I'm a stoner)
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (Stoner!)
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner
I'm a motherfuckin' stoner
[Post-Chorus]
I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss
I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a boss
I just drank with YSL just like a f— boss
Just like a f— boss, just like a, ch-ch! Boss, boss!
[Verse 1]
Thugger Thugger, you
I want Michael Jackson land, ooh
Oh, I'ma cash out (And what?)
I'm high as hell, ain't got no satellites on me (Moon)
I tell that bitch, I feel like Fabo (What?)
I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo (Ha)
I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo (Like Fabo)
I feel like Fabo, I feel just like Fabo (Fabo)
I'm back at it (What?), Juugman voice (Yung Ralph, hahaha, hehe)
Bankhead
Hear my song 'way from YTC
ROB, SMM, now we YSL venom (Sheesh)
Slime Thugger wit' it (Wit'), Slime DK wit it (Slatt)
Slime Wicced with it (Slatt), Slime Mondo wit it (Slime)
Slime Slugger with it (Slime), Slime Bubba wit it
Slime Check with it (Yeah)
Count hundreds and fifties off everyone city
[Chorus]
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (Stoner)
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (What?)
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (Ye)
I'm a motherfuckin' stoner
[Post-Chorus]
I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss (I feel like Fabo)
I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a boss (I feel like Fabo)
I just drank with YSL just like a f— boss (I feel like Fabo)
Just like a f— boss, just like a, ch-ch! Boss, boss!
[Verse 2]
Run that money up, like you're 'bout to start trial
When you beat the case, turn into a stoner child
We don't stand in line, foreign shoes hurt your feet
Everybody stoned, weed, lean, molly, E (Woo)
Every time I walk inside the club, I see everybody looking
You know I'm a stoner, I love drugs and I can't never be tooken
And you can suck my banana, but I won't eat your pudding
So come a lil' closer, my bitch won't know you
Andalé andalé andalé, andalé andalé andalé
How the fuck a nigga think he gon' survive on a YSL runway
(How, fool?)
My glasses are metro no blood off your chest
I control your ho like Net-and-flix
Your bitch is my dinner, she wet like a fish
I took off her three legs: T-Rex
[Chorus]
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner
I'm a motherfuckin' stoner
[Post-Chorus]
I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss
I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a boss
I just drank with YSL just like a f— boss
Just like a f— boss, just like a, boss, boss
[Outro]
I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo
I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo
I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo
I feel just like | Stoner | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Yeah
Just like a G, you know?
Trouble Trouble, what's poppin', 5? (C4)
B4, let's do it
Yee (Supah Mario)
I wake up and go get me some new money
You know I'm livin' like a G (Like a G)
These lil' niggas ain't gonna take nothin' from me (Uh-uh)
You know we do it like a G (Like a G)
I swear to God, I fuck on anyone
Just like a gangster, just like a G (Like a G)
It's Duct Tape and YSL (Slatt)
You know I do it like a G (Yee)
[Refrain]
G's up, hoes down (G's up, hoes down), G's up, hoes down (Get a lil' bit louder)
G's up, hoes down (Say it a lil' bit longer), G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down (Bring it right back low), G's up, hoes down (Get a lil' bit louder)
G's up, hoes down, yeah, G's up, hoes down (Skoob)
[Chorus]
Like a thief in the night (What you do?)
I take anything but some pussy (Yeah, yeah)
Slap that head like a dyke (The head what you like)
She got that head that I like (That head that I like, damn)
DP your partner, you ain't right, yeah (You ain't right, you ain't right)
Put that lil' baby on ice (Lil' baby, damn)
I make that paper like rice
Ride on that boy, get your motherfuckin' life
Skoob, uh
I promise you don't know me (Yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh)
I pull up 'bout my cake (Skrrt)
Where I'm from is not safe (So not good)
I got fish, I'm a lake (That's my jugg)
Scoop them grits off the plate (Woo, woo, woo)
Yeah, she thought it was steak (Oh, my God)
I'm a thief in the night (And what?)
Make her ride like a bike (Skrrt)
[Verse 1]
I go down on a dyke (Hee, hee), I go up on my price (Woo, woo)
I might drop Kimbo Slice (Damn, damn), kidnap like Uncle Ice (Yeah, yeah)
I got grits at the beach (Hee, hee), and they white like a rice (Woo, woo)
Let Trouble take your life (Trouble, Trouble), after I give you five (Woah)
Hey, straight put that five to the side
It ain't no question how niggas gon' ride
When they come with them questions, my nigga, get quiet
Shh, shh, nigga, sit quiet, yeah (Shh)
I am not takin' no disrespect
You Patrick Ewing, you pump fakin' (Damn)
No, that won't happen on me (Me)
I drop a key like this motherfuckin' beat, Skoob (What?)
I look good as your dad on a Friday (Woah)
So many cars, I gotta buy a driveway (Woo)
Never gon' let 'em live, and, nigga, crime pay (Nah)
Servin' these X and P's instead of poppin' (Serve, serve)
Pockets fat up like they jumped 'em (What?)
YSL, a slimy anaconda (Yeah)
Bickin' back, bein' bool like a uncle (Yeah)
I'm so geeked up, I might fuck a condom (Skoob)
[Verse 2]
I get 'em all on the rice (On the rice)
She didn't even know what it was, but she taste it
I dig in her, shit sound like Jason (Dig)
I be on Percocets more than occasion
They bettin' on me like in Vegas (Woah)
Bettin' on me like I'm Vegas
Stick to the code, man, there won't be no tradin' (Stick to the code)
Thugga Thugga, tell me what would you say? What would you say?
No J Money, but my gun say, "Baow"
Pop a molly, look at her, then fiend (Hee, hee)
I'm the target, motherfucker, no beam
No, this shit is not good as it seems (Uh-uh)
I might give her the boots with no jeans (Woah)
I kick shit like a chong and a ching (Kick it)
I'm a boss, I'm 'bout that unity (Boss)
Sandwiches, you know you in between (Boss)
And you gotta know we had the green (Yeah, know it)
You gotta be young nigga wilder than Billie Jean
Gotta have paper for lawyer fees
You ain't with it, you an L (You an L, though)
Still gettin' it, yeah, bales (Yeah, yeah)
Break it down on the scale
If it add up, hell yeah, I do it
Lap back, I seen he ran to it | Thief in the Night | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Thugger, YSL for life
We ran up the digits, we ran up the money
We ran up the digits, we ran up the money
We ran up some digits...
We got London on da Track
[Pre-Chorus]
Nigga, hustlers don't stop, they keep goin' (Yeah)
You can lose your life but it gon' keep goin' (Yeah)
Why not risk life when it's gon' keep goin'? (Yeah)
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say…
[Chorus]
We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money (Sheesh, sheesh)
We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
We ran up some digits, we ran up some money
[Verse 1]
I'm leanin' like I'm on a fifth of the Henny
I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
They didn't know me well so I left 'em with wishes
You know its a drought when you grind and can't flip it (Wow, woo)
I'm livin' big, I swear to God I'm Liu Kang kickin' (What?)
Montana
Mama gon' slime, hustle
Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma
You know my ice blingin', light up just like a candle (Ah)
Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel (Rollie, Rollie)
My racks are squeakin', I'm not fartin'
I hop in that 'Rari, I crank up like Warren
[Pre-Chorus]
Nigga, hustlers don't stop, they keep goin' (Yeah)
You can lose your life but it's gon' keep goin'
Why not risk life when it's gon' keep goin'? (Yeah, just know that)
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say…
[Chorus]
We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
We ran up some digits, we ran up some money
[Verse 2]
I'ma move me some dope like I'm Future
I'ma go in that bit' with a ruler
I'ma toast me a nigga like Strudels
I'ma keep a red flag 'cause I'm boolin' (Woah, flatt, hahaha)
I know some roller spaces, I could duly (Woo, rollin', rollin')
Yeah, yeah, I'm screamin', "Oh my God," like Cooly (Oh my God)
When I snort it, I feel like I was aborted (Huh, what?)
If I ever adore you, bae, you better drive what's foreign (Foreign)
I've been gettin' money before the music, fuck Pandora (Fuck, fuck)
I just do this shit when I get bored
[Pre-Chorus]
Nigga, hustlers don't stop, they keep goin' (Yeah)
You can lose your life but it's gon' keep goin' (Yeah)
Why not risk life when it's gon' keep goin'? (Yeah)
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say...
[Chorus]
We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money (Run it up, run it up)
We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
We ran up some digits, we ran up some money
[Outro]
We got London on da Track | Digits | Young Thug |
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, shinin' hard 'cause we back up (Back up)
Rose gold from your neck up (Young BL$$D, boy, you saucin')
You know shit gon' get sloppy, tryna check us (Check us)
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm (Young BL$$D, boy, you saucin'), yeah
(BL$$D)
[Chorus]
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
[Verse 1]
No baby, your collection, won't stand for it
You know you're in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin', "It's all yours"
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh
Comin' down the street, new Jag (Skrrt)
Turbo bitch 'bout to drag, nigga had M's 'fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, get me a tan, cocaine, killing time
All a bitch wanna do is shine, Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter, you went from a dime to a quarter
I Chico DeBarge it, I'm leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don't play with a sergeant (Ah), I'm ready to spoil it (Ah)
She suck on my dick (Yeah), I'm hidin' in the closet (Uh)
I'm higher than the moon, three mil' in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons
[Pre-Chorus]
Shinin' hard 'cause we back up (Back up)
Rose gold from your neck up (Yeah)
You know shit gon' get sloppy, tryna check us (Check us)
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
[Verse 2]
I don't do jet-skis, give me the yacht please
I made you queen status, check out my lean status
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain't my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche they kept it silent
That's the only reason I let 'em fly private | Relationship | Young Thug |
[Intro]
(Supah Mario)
Thugger
Tip
This Actavis by the way, I promise, on God
[Chorus]
Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race (Yeah)
I told her keep going on the gas, fuck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep (Woo)
Boolin', rockin' all the Franck Muller (Franck Muller)
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor (Good head)
So many hundreds, how the hell I'm going to lose 'em? (Gonna lose 'em)
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Refrain]
Play with my money, I'ma let them niggas do you (Hey, hey)
(I do lie, yeah, I do)
Play with my money, I'ma let them niggas do you (Oh yeah, hey)
(I do lie, yeah, I do)
Play with my money, I'ma let these niggas do you (Hey, hey)
(I do lie, yeah, I do)
Play with my money
(I do lie, yeah, I do)
Play with my (Hey), play with my money (Hey)
[Verse 1]
Play around with my cash (Yeah)
End up in a body bag (Ah)
End of story, dig that (Ah)
Pull up, hoppin' out a cab (Skrrt)
She know she got a nigga bad (She know it)
She know she gotta keep a bag (Gotta)
She know I gotta keep me some cash (Keep)
She know she gotta hop on top of the dick (Woo)
She know she gotta ride that motherfucker (Don't you)
Her mama done walked in but it's too big
She can't hide that motherfucker (No, she)
Even if she divided the motherfucker (Wiah)
Man, even if she minused the motherfucker (Woah)
Join in, get demolished, motherfucker (Woah)
I ain't gon' disguise it, motherfucker (Woah), nah
Shop at Saks Fifth, flow on DatPiff (Woo)
Yeah, I'm that swift, ask her and him (Woo)
Yeah, ask 'em, put a bone in them
Put a choker on 'em, let 'em choke and all
All my children spoiled, yeah, they got it all (Yeah)
Daughter sexy and my son got the broads (Woo)
Spent racks on my son and his squad (Racks)
Daddy boy, never play with toys (On God)
Better not play with 'em boys (Play with 'em boys)
New AK with them boys (AK with them boys)
New feng shui with the boys (Shui with the boys)
Drippin' all day for the broads (Day with the broads)
Bitch, you ain't ready for the boys (You ain't ready for the boys)
I'm in that Wraith, homeboy (Skrrt)
If you ever play with the boy (Play with the boy)
I'ma turn the blade on 'em boys (Brrt, hey)
[Refrain]
I'll do everybody, yeah, I'll do 'em
(Woo, yeah)
I'll do everybody, yeah, I'll do 'em
(Thugger, Thugger, YSL, slatt)
Do everybody, yeah, hey, hey
(Slatt, slatt)
Do everybody, yeah, I'll do 'em
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
[Chorus]
Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race (Slatt)
I told her keep going on the gas, fuck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (Slatt)
Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep (Slatt)
Boolin', rockin' all the Franck Muller (Slatt, slatt)
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor (Slatt, slatt)
So many hundreds, how the hell I'm going to lose 'em?
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin'
[Verse 2]
Nigga, watch that dog (Yeah), watch (Watch, watch)
Niggas plottin' on the boy, spot 'em (Uh)
Put the target on they head, dot 'em, dot 'em, dot 'em (Ooh)
And I'm good, got a rabbit's foot in my wallet (Woo)
Tell 'em pick it up then drop it, drop it (Drop it)
Do some sit ups then show your body (Then show it)
Got her bent up, I done took a gram of Molly (Woah)
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody (Haha)
[Refrain]
Do my yay, I'll do (Hey, hey)
Do my yay, I'll do (Yeah, yeah)
Do my yay, I'll do (Yeah, yeah)
Do my yay, I'll do
[Chorus]
Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race (Yeah)
I told her keep going on the gas, fuck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (Yeah)
Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep (Woo)
Boolin', rockin' all the Franck Muller (Franck Muller)
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor (Good head)
So many hundreds, how the hell I'm going to lose 'em? (Gonna lose 'em)
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin' (Hey) | Wyclef Jean | Young Thug |
[Intro]
I done put twenty up under the SIG
You dig? You dig? You dig? (That boy Cassius)
Ayy (Wheezy Beats)
[Chorus]
I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig?)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig?)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your bitch (You dig?)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch (You dig? You dig? You dig?)
Since I was a youngin, I been gettin' dough (You dig? You dig?)
I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig? You dig?)
I want hella Xans, it gears me up (You dig? You dig?)
I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Hey)
[Verse 1]
I dig everything that you sayin'
I dig everything that you doin' too
I dig the way that you look at me
You dig the way that I look at you
I just wanna grab on your butt, butt
The seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch
The FN, it give him a haircut
I roll up a seven of John Dutch
That big booty bounce on the dick and it broke
I don't gotta act like a gangster, she know
Dope, my Backwood look like a pole (Yeah)
My Backwood look like a pole
I sit on clouds of the smoke
I'ma blow clouds of the smoke
Pardon me, pardon my soul
I crack a smile for them folks, ayy
Niggas, they eatin' in broad day
In that ho mouth like a Colgate, yeah
Keepin' that cold case, God, please give me that cold case
Man, I don't want no new friends, forgive me for all of my sins
I don’t wanna think about losin', all I wanna do is win, win (Hey)
[Chorus]
I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig?)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig?)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your bitch (You dig?)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch (You dig? You dig? You dig?)
Since I was a youngin, I been gettin' dough (You dig, you dig)
I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig? You dig?)
I want hella Xans, it gears me up (You dig? You dig?)
I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Hey)
[Verse 2]
Without the radio, it's twenty a show and that's for sure (Count up)
Get that backend, bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go (Count up)
Black Amigos, 'bout the Freebandz (Yeah), that .44
I could cook the dope with no stove (Whip), pot on the floor (Whip, yeah)
Pull up in that coupe, shit (Skrrt)
Nigga like, "Damn, where the roof went?" (Damn)
In the streets, they call me JAY-Z (Yeah)
Lil' bitch, I got the blueprint (Scooter)
Lil' nigga, I don't want no old hundreds
You know I want them blue strips (Count up)
And I can't fuck you old hoes, I'm ballin' with my new bitch (Yeah)
You dig that? (You dig?)
Two hundred thousand worth of chain, and that's a fact
Hear my name in this rap game, I was sellin' crack (Jugg, jugg)
Rest in peace to OG Double D, you dig that? Slime
[Chorus]
I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig?)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig?)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your bitch (You dig?)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch (You dig? You dig? You dig?)
Since I was a youngin, I been gettin' dough (You dig? You dig?)
I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig? You dig?)
I want hella Xans, it gears me up (You dig? You dig?)
I put the V neck on my team, yeah (Yeah, yeah, Quavo) (You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Hey)
[Verse 3]
Shoot out the coupe (Pew-pew)
Shoot out the roof (Shoot out the roof)
Pull up and smash on her
We don't got to put a bag on her
I took your ho, you dig? (You dig?)
I told her, "Hold the SIG" (SIG)
Had big bales, midget (Big bales)
Now you can't say I ain't got millions (Ayy)
Swam with the sharks, water (Splash)
You be law and order (12)
I be gettin' money every mornin', Tom Joyner (Uh)
Heard you gettin' money but you payin', them niggas extortin' ya (Dig)
You pay for your fame and fortune (Huh)
You pay for your fame and fortune (Fame)
I am the plug, cordless (Brrt)
Pull up with blazers, Portland (Brrt)
I pay the neighbors (Cash)
To pick up the dope on they porches (Dope, uh)
I came from nickels, I came from nickels
My niggas don't know you, we do not fuck with you
I've been in the system, I've been in a pickle
You dig me like shovels, I gotta fuck with you (Ayy)
[Chorus]
I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig?)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig?)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your bitch (You dig?)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch (You dig? You dig? You dig?)
Since I was a youngin, I been gettin' dough (You dig? You dig?)
I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig? You dig?)
I want hella Xans, it gears me up (You dig? You dig? Hey)
I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Hey) (Offset)
[Verse 4]
Hop in the private (Private)
This a Lambo', not a hybrid (Skrrt, hey)
My wrist is a faucet (Water)
Feed her Perkies, I'm the doctor (Doctor)
Draco, hundred round chopper (Grrah)
She got her eyes on me like binoculars (Watchin')
Count up this money, it's marvellous (Count it up)
Stall the bitch, I don't call the bitch (Stall her)
You better dig what I'm sayin' (Dig what I'm-)
I'ma kill you and your mans (I'ma kill)
Beat down the block like an amp (Beat it)
Goin' up like a skateboard on a ramp (Woah, ayy)
Go buy the Rollie and bust it (Bust it, bust it, hey)
Talkin' that tough shit, but you know you not gon' bust shit (Huh, huh, huh, grrah)
Look at my fashion, this is a Gucci rugby (Look at it, look at it)
I'm trappin' and rappin', still got them babies in custody (Trappin' and rappin')
My diamonds be dancin', live in a mansion, my life is lovely (My life is lovely, hey)
Ain't no more loyalty (Nah)
Knock your ass off, pay the lawyer fee (Baow, baow, baow)
Shit can get ugly, hey
[Chorus]
I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig?)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig?)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your bitch (You dig?)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch (You dig? You dig? You dig?)
Since I was a youngin, I been gettin' dough (You dig? You dig?)
I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig? You dig)
I want hella Xans, it gears me up (You dig? You dig?)
I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Hey) | Guwop | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Thugger Thugger, baby
Fuck all that, let's get to it
What lil' shawty say?
[Pre-Chorus]
She suck on that dick on the plane and I just call her airhead (Woo! Hee!)
I just went hunting, I found me a rabbit, I picked out the carrots (Picked out the carrots)
I'm just tired of smoking kushy, I need some Moonrock out in Cali (Uh-uh-uh)
I got a white bitch and she give me that Becky but her name is Sari (Hee!)
[Chorus]
I pimp, I don't play with them
She bad, I might stay with her
Stack it up like a Lego, yeah
Homicide, you can lay with them (Yeah)
Got some hoes, you can slay with them
You know that we players, we paying 'em (Yeah)
She can't be my wife, I can't lay in there (Nah)
Diamonds all black like I'm racist now (Hee, hee)
[Bridge]
Ri-ri-riding through the city, windows tinted, AC blast
I got bitches wanna fuck me, so, so wrong (Uh), do me bad (Uh)
I got cash in my pants (Woah), I got cash on her ass
AP dance, bitches glance 'cause my diamonds look like glass
[Verse 1]
I wanna fuck her, but she play more games than the NBA
Monday morning, got a dentist appointment, lil' bitch
You can check out the dentures plate (Check it out)
I got so much jewelry, baby
I got so much water, this shit like a mini-lake
Fuck nigga play, I'ma send him to meet his maker
Then ask God for forgiveness, bae (Brrt)
Cop a chopper, end up flipping niggas
Yeah, you better stop tripping, nigga (Yeah)
I don't use words when I kill a nigga
We don't use phones, we no silly niggas (Woah)
I think I need help with my kidney, nigga
No cat, but you know I'm just kidding with you
I make this shit fly out the ceiling, nigga
I'm hot like an eye on a skillet, nigga (Dig?)
[Chorus]
I pimp, I don't play with them
She bad, I might stay with her
Stack it up like a Lego, yeah
Homicide, you can lay with them (Yeah)
Got some hoes, you can slay with them
You know that we players, we playing 'em (Yeah)
She can't be my wife, I can't lay in there (Nah)
Diamonds all black like I'm racist now (Hee, hee)
[Bridge]
You can't take jack, fall into this mouse trap (Bitch)
Ri-ri-riding through the bity, got a AK on my lap (Skrr)
I'm not talking shit, but I'm ready to shoot some craps
If he think he wanna see me, I'ma send a hundred straps
(Lil' Blood)
[Verse 2]
I—I—I got some birds like I'm Julio (Yeah)
My outfit outdated, it's Coogi though (Yeah)
I want pussy or head, you a groupie ho
Balmain with a motherfuckin' Gucci coat (Damn)
I won't talk to that bitch, let that coochie know (Yeah)
Yeah, let that coochie know (Let it know)
Diamonds from Tiffany Co (Yeah)
Paid a whole hundred racks for those (Racks)
You should get down with this slime shit (Slime)
Tonight I'm 'bout geeked out my mind shit
My credit good, I don't need a dime shit
Pour Act' inside that lemon lime shit
That petty thief need to stop tryin' shit
If you need help I got some dime bitches
I cannot stand none these lyin' bitches
I need a website for some fine bitches | With Them | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Turn it up, Thugger
Thugger, and let's go
[Verse 1]
Halftime (What?), half a Perky, half a xanny, nigga, halftime
Half a pint, pour up an eight, my nigga, halftime
Tryna rob, that stick turn his body to halftime (Boom), yeah
Hit the streets and tear this bitch up like I'm Willie B (Yeah)
No Tennessee, but the chain on my neck is a T (Ayy)
No Memph' Bleek, bitch, I own the Roc, not JAY-Z (Rock), ya dig?
War Ready like Tracy T, ya dig? (Pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
Racks on racks on racks, just might pull up on my Spider (Skrrt)
All my diamonds black, you can motherfuckin' knight 'em
All these pussy niggas wack, I'm a murk 'em every night'll
Pull up screamin' "Blatt," got my motor out a Viper
Got 100 million flat like my motherfuckin' idol
I might eat it, I might lick it, but I swear I'll never bite 'em (No)
Every time I dress myself, it go motherfuckin' viral (Ah)
Pussy niggas stealin' swag, bring my shit back like recycles (Ha)
I might ask her for some head
I don't know that ho, I act like she dead
Insurance on my money like a wreck (Ayy)
Every time I see her, she lick the cleavage
Fuck her on a ten-thousand dollar bed
I could never love her, fuck her head
Suck my dick like Beavis, no’n’ but head (Woo)
Cocaine white like Justin Bieber, bitch
I might show the racks and tease the bitch (What?)
I might want it but I don't need the bitch (Shee)
I been flooded out by Jesus, bitch (Shee)
I want your pizza, Little Caesar's, bitch (Shee)
Ninth Ward, I buy my diesel, bitch (Shee)
I don't wanna talk or see a snitch (No)
No teacher, we chalkin' shit
I passed school, I'm passin' all the staffs
I just want that neck like a giraffe
I like fish and water, I'm a bear
17.5, I shave it like it's Nair
Lay out, watch the kids like a daycare
I don't play games, no, I'm not the fair
I got Hot Wheels like a motherfuckin' chariot (Skrrt)
Chanel Vintage, boy, this shit is rare
[Chorus]
Hey, a good time
Hey, let's have a good time, hey, a very good ti-i-ime
Hey, let's have a very good time
Hey, a very good time, hey-ooh, let's have a very good ti-i-ime
[Verse 2]
I done figured this shit out, if you think you gon' bite on my swag, it's a virus (Oh)
I don the swag and I pull up on bitches dressed in all white like Miley Cyrus (Yeah)
No, I'm not gay, I fuck bitches on bitches, I whip out, she suck on my private (Suck it)
Lil' nigga play, I'ma catch him down bad and then stick 'em, fold 'em like a wallet (Ooh)
I swear to God there's only one of me and these bitches three-deep like a trident (Ooh)
I'm walkin' through it like tons of the ones and these bitches grabbin', I'm at Follies (Ooh)
Fuck nigga try me, I swear to God, Lil Woody pull up and pop at his noggin' (Pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew)
Bitch, I got water, I look like I'm fresh from Hawaii
[Bridge]
Havin' the time of my motherfuckin' life
I'm gonna buy everything I want, I can't think twice
You can turn the ice tray off, baby, I'm havin' ice
As long as I live, wouldn't want a wife | Halftime | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Nigga, turn up
It's Guwop
Trap house (Thugger), bunkin'
Trap house mansion
Yeah, right on Flat Shoals (You dig?)
Exit, nigga (And Bleveland)
Uh, turn up (We got London on da Track, slatt)
[Verse 1]
I'm pourin' fours in shit, I need to just put a deuce in (Drank)
Car cost four-hundred thou' and I put a roof in (Skrrt)
My nigga pot cook it so good, he put his shoe in it (Skrrt)
Nigga, it's a gangster party, why fuck is you in it? (Nigga)
Head buster microwave shit, didn't take him two minutes (Gangster P)
You know that there's some straps in the club, they let my crew in (Squad)
I might just do the Michael Vick, man, and cook it left hand (Ah)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout buyin' grams, then I'm a deaf man (Shh)
I can make the dope do numbers, the Stacey Augmon
I told my bitch to dye her hair red like Dennis Rodman (Yeah)
If Gucci Mane got so much money, then why he robbin'?
We thirty deep, we cover the street, nigga, we mobbin' (Yeah)
[Chorus]
(It's Guwop), again (Say that again)
Thugger and Guwop again (Woah, woah)
Chasin' that guwop again (Chasin')
That's my lil' woah again (Sheesh)
We chasin' that money, baby, again (Yeah)
We fuckin' your homies, baby, again (Woah)
Pay if you owe me, baby, go and show me, baby (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up and pour it (Yeah)
I'ma go gold and you know it (And what?)
I got gold on my Rollies (Woo)
And I'm real right like a poet
I look like a dopehole, I know it (Woo)
I know I'ma win it like Floyd (Woo)
I became an important lil' boy (Woo)
Money long like a sock with some shorts (Sheesh)
[Verse 2]
My bitch white and she brown like a port
Edumacation abort (Woah)
Bookin' these dorks (Woah, woah)
I jumped off the porch and went north (Skrrt)
Whipped you some dope up, the narcotics (Yeah)
YSL hardbody (Yeah)
I got 'bout twenty chickens in the lobby, baby
Ride it, ride it, Kawasaki, 'saki (Woah)
I don't speak English (Nah)
I fuck that mouth on the secret (Slatt)
I'm the big homie, I'm leakin' (Yeah)
Stick to the streets like I'm cement (Woah)
I don't need no change, you can keep it (Uh-uh)
I don't want your verse on my remix (Uh-uh)
No panties, she my secret
Got a hundred bands on me, I'm cheesin' (Woo, woo)
Did a sequel, lookin' down like an eagle
[Chorus]
(It's Guwop), again
Thugger and Guwop again (Woah)
Chasin' that guwop again
That's my lil' woah again (Woo)
We chasin' that money, baby, again
We fuckin' your homies, baby, again
Pay if you owe me, baby, go and show me, baby (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up and pour it (Woah)
I'ma go gold and you know it (Go)
I got gold on my Rollies (Woo)
And I'm real right like a poet (Slatt)
I look like a dopehole, I know it (Woo-woo)
I know I'ma win it like Floyd (I'm winnin')
I became an important lil' boy (Became)
Money long like a sock with some shorts (Woah, woah)
[Outro]
Whippin' that bitch
Snobby, she whip out that dick, she suckin' him
Ayy, she fuckin' him, damn
Sittin' up, hands hold her knees like a bucket
Turn up, yeah
Yeah | Again | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Thugger
The Thugger, baby, yeah
(Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro)
Metro! Hee
Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
And what?
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
[Chorus]
Shit, shoot him in his back like Ricky but not Slick
Spent like seven bands on a tri-color pit
All my signs red like a stop, nigga, no pit
Blow the purple, nigga, high like fuckin' Martians, woah
In a foreign yesterday, I was just walkin', woah
Left my baby mama, now my bitch a Barbie, woah
All-red Dickies suit, I'm ridin' down Slauson, woah (Skrt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hercu-Hercules (Woah, yeah, yeah, hey, hey)
Hercu-Hercules (Heeh, heeh, yay, heeh, heeh)
Hercu-Hercules (Ooh, yah, yaaaaah, yeah, yeah)
Hercu-Hercules (I got, I got, I got lean)
[Verse 1]
I smoke gas, that's that Hercules (Strong marijuana)
She looked at him, oh, now she watchin' me (Bitch likes my persona)
Bitch, I'm speedin' to that guapanese (Skrrt)
Old Chevy mounted up, I can't forget the T
Drop the top, shoot birds at the officers (Fuck 'em)
Fuck them boys, they costin' us, they stalkin' us
They know they old lady not runnin', they fall for us
We so tired of takin' losses, ain't no more chalkin' us, I promise
YSL on ape and they donkeys
These niggas pointless, they want me wanted
I'm still a stoner, MAC and cheese on me
These niggas clonin', I'm full but I'm still hungry
Hey when the click clock, I'll make your bitch stop
Ice inside my tick tock, boss cookies, no brisco
I just bought a Cuban link, flooded with big rocks
Snitches tryna juug at me, I gotta dead sum
Woah, shit
[Verse 2]
Okay first of all, I was doin' this shit 'fore I was rich
I don't care at all, I'll go do a dolphin for my clique
Fuck your conference call, pull up with a check and get my sig
Double D, you dig? No firework, it was lit
And then some fuck nigga was hatin' on me
They took ya life, I know some fuck niggas waitin' on it
I grab that TEC, I grab that 40 and the F&N
Then we pulled up ready to squabble, yeah we waited on 'em
Anaconda, we on that slime stuff, here to remind ya
Fucked your old lady, she want the finest
YSL, we shinin', let her stand behind us
Yeah my crew we rock, rock, baby you can climb us
I call my migo, migo come and let me juug through the city
He stuffed it with burritos and he let 'em fly right to me
Bitches call me Casino but I let 'em ride 'round the city
She want bingo, kilo, no sweat, now she can ride in the Bentley
Woah
[Outro]
Thugger Thugger said he have a brand new stick
Thugger Thugger sittin' on some fashion shit
Thugger Thugger still livin' like a boss
YSL my team, my squad
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga | Hercules | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Thugger
Slime, snake life
[Chorus]
Eighty-hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't 12, but if I like it, I cop it
I met Papi and he say he good at uploadin' wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins
I be slimin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins
Catch me slidin' with the slimes 'cause them my youngins (Hey)
[Verse 1]
Chrissy Carter bezel inside my baby pampers, ew (Ew)
I get all the work and let the J's snort the scale (Sheesh)
My bitch ride slow with the yay' like she get L's (Sheesh)
I wear that white, I cook that white, but I am not no chef (Woo)
Add a little soda to put the tan on it (Tan on it)
I got the shit for the L-O, and my shawty want it (Shawty want it)
I drink more mud than a pig, I think pork want me (Ugh)
And the front of the Mazi look like a fork, don't it? (Sheesh, sheesh)
Let it breathe (Let it breathe)
I'm not no rat, but Young Thugger be chasin' cheese (Chasin' cheese)
I want the M's and I'm not talking Mickey D's (D's)
My jewelry gold like the tokens at Chuck E. Cheese (Blatt)
[Chorus]
Olde English, eighty-hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't 12, but if I like it, I cop it
I met Papi and he say he good at uploadin' wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins
Catch me boolin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins
I be slimin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins
I'm with my youngins
Catch me slidin' with the slimes 'cause them my youngins
Yeah, yeah, E-S to the G-N, bitch
[Verse 2]
Slammin' with my youngins (Yeah) couple hundred onions (Yeah)
Breaking down them twenties, what you need? We got it for you (Yeah)
Chop a chicken down to chicken nuggets for my cluckers (Yeah)
Spray that Cutlass, threw them Forgiatos on that motherfucker (Yeah, yeah)
Gangsta Gibbs, ho, fresh up off a powder pack (Yeah)
Solo on the '94, bitch, I brought that powder back (Yeah)
Geekers do that zombie walk, bitch, I let that chopper talk (Yeah)
Niggas get to talking, ch-ch-chop 'em off like tomahawks
Ch-chop 'em off like tomahawks
Eight thousand capsules of molly (Yeah)
Selling dope and robbing, mom, I dropped out of college (Yeah)
Jumped off in this rap shit, I've been one hundred solid, yeah
Police ever catch me then they gon' catch a body
It's Gangsta Gibbs
[Chorus]
Olde English, eight-hundred capsules of Molly
Just be very still, I ain't gonna hurt anybody
Hell nah, I ain't 12, but if I like it, I cop it
I met Papi and he say he good at uploadin' wallets
Catch me ridin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins (Ah)
Catch me boolin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins (Ah)
I be slimin' with them slimes 'cause them my youngins (Yeah, woo, woo)
Catch me slidin' with the slimes 'cause them my youngins (Ah, Ferg)
[Verse 3]
One night I was in Santos, it was lit like a candle
I was fly like a bird, I had on Stüssy Bape camo
With a cutie español, she had a booty like J-Lo
She had Jacobsen sandals, you've been trapped in the bando
She has to trap in the bando 'cause her mama got cancer
She can't work in the States because her green papers ain't legal (Yeah)
Fuck a "dame un beso", she be like, "Run de un peso" (Alright)
Push the molly to Pedro so she can feed her abuelo
She refuse to just settle on them shoes with them red soles
And refuse to be nude in front of them dudes on that dance pole (Alright)
She can't lose, she just ooze a bunch of ambition like Napo
-Leon, I could be ruler and ride the streets on my Benzo
So, then she get money vicarious off her friends though
'Cause a kid named Birdy look nerdy but he be after the bando (Alright)
She robbed Birdy for birdies, now Birdy after her head though
Hold on I think I see Birdy and Birdy killed my Cuban ho (Ferg) | Old English | Young Thug |
[Intro]
We got London on the track
Got my bae with me, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus]
If she don't get what she want she whine
I reminisce when I get high (I'm so high)
Looked up baby and say goodbye
I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes
Tell you that
[Verse 1]
I know she livin' for a nigga, dyin' for a nigga
I whip that pussy with no ballers jumpin' out, lil' nigga
That pussy look just like a cut, a soakin' cut, lil' nigga (Woah)
Yeah, I'm a freak, you know I'm pullin' up to lush, lil' nigga (On Blood)
I'd never snooze to lose, I would never snooze to lose on you
Yeah, I'ma give you a couple bands, want some more boobs on you (Want some more)
Hey, I'ma sit back and pay attention like school on you
Yeah, I'ma shoot inside that pussy like a wholly on you
Goddamn, I'm sorry, B, I know you'd accepted my apology
I know that ass fat, apple bottom please
I need a deep throat baby, swallow me
I love it when you're around baby, follow me (Follow)
I only eat green, yeah, koala leaf
We shoot with big guns like a Call of D
She never say no, she ain't stallin' me
I kept my heart locked up in a safe, hey
You can't shoot with a pistol, need a K (Ha)
No, you can't see it, it is tragic by your face (Ooh)
But when it need air, let it out in a safe lil' place
I can see it on her face
[Chorus]
If she don't get what she want she whine
I reminisce when I get high
Looked up baby and say goodbye
I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes
Tell you that, I know she worth it
No these ain't no drugs, I know she worth it
Yah, my mama say that she ain’t perfect
But if this is how I'm feelin', it's gonna work
Yeah, roll me some kush I don't want no purp (hey)
[Verse 2]
Damn, I broke her heart, now my heart hurt
I don't know why but I done cut down on that syrup
At least I got that lil' bitch ballin', she don't gotta work
Oh-no-no, she ain't had no job, but she having purses
Yeah-yeah-yeah, she know I'm the truth, places I'm in first
No-no-no, I don't want you bitches, y'all basic and thirsty (Y'all soft)
Yeah-yeah, she taught me well, it took some time, but it was worth it
She get on top and she ride it, Kentucky derby
You should see, I count that money like a nerd bitch
I'ma ball some with my dawgs but they ain't Courage
Her whole body same color, I call it perfect
[Chorus]
Since she don't get what she want she whine
I reminisce when I get high (Yeah)
Looked up baby and say goodbye (Bobby Bruh)
I tied my ties, she no longer cry, look you in your eyes
Tell you that, I know she worth it
No, these ain't no drugs, I know she worth it
Yah, my mama say that she ain’t perfect
But if this is how I'm feelin', it's gonna work
Yeah, roll me some kush I don't want no purp | Worth It | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy (Dun, dun, dun)
This real talk type shit, I swear to God (Dun-un-un, dun, dun, dun)
We just gon' call this shit "Drip," you know what I'm sayin'?
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Ayy, little bitch (Drip, Goose)
You ridin' niggas' dick like a bitch (Drip, Billboard Hitmakers)
Damn, little bitch (Yeah)
You ridin' niggas' dick like a bitch (Yeah, Wheezy Beatz)
I got six brand new foreigns on my wrist, ah (On my wrist)
I got six Forgiatos on my fist, ayy (On my fist)
I got fifty foreign hoes on my dick, ayy, uh (Yah-yah, yah-yah-yah-yah-yah)
I'ma nut in all them hoes, let's have some chicks (Ooh), ayy
Nigga tried to hit a lick and missed (Blat)
Tried to run then I caught him like a fish (Caught his ass), ayy
I'ma catch his ass with the whole clip (Blat, blat)
I'ma beat they ass up like Ron Artest (Wah), ayy
Pussy nigga ran like a Miss (Hah)
I got your bitch up underwater tryna kiss (Mwah, mwah), ayy
I'ma gon' and shit and take a piss (Mwah, mwah), ayy
We done fucked her legs and fucked her face (Woo, woo), ayy
[Verse 2]
Cash out on that whip, I don't want no rent (I don't want no rent, yeah)
VVSs hit off that G Star V-neck (Star V-neck, yeah-yeah)
Chop, chop the top off that Stingray Corvette (Stingray Corvette, skrrt, yeah)
Two bitches with me, they on molly, they on X (They on X, yeah)
Took my foreign to the club, pulled in the VIP (Pulled in the VIP, yeah)
Took some hoes to the hotel and made 'em strip (And made 'em strip, yeah)
She sucked me loose I had to give that bitch a tip (Yeah, yeah-yeah)
I had to give that bitch a tip (Yeah)
Everybody smashed that ho, that bitch the rip (Yeah-yeah)
[Verse 3]
I'm sellin' purple rain, R.I.P. to Prince (Prince)
When I was behind the fence, they treated me like a prince (Woo)
So much jewelry on, her pussy gettin' tense (Burr, burr)
1017's the ones you don't wanna diss (Nope, nope)
And you can never be like 'Wop, you little snitch (You little snitch)
You make me mad, I have a threesome with your bitch (Ooh)
I'm from Custer East Atlanta, yeah, the 6 (Yeah, yeah, the 6)
I make one brick turn to two, I know a trick (Skrrt, skrrt)
The walking lick, my chopper is my walkin' stick (Grra, grra)
[Verse 4]
Everybody got they passport ready to dip, uh
Europe, UK, twenty-five thousand dollars on a trip (Yeah, yeah)
I just, I just found out rats can use they lips (Yeah)
I got, I got, I got me a thirty round clip (Pew-pew)
I got one in the head, thirty-one rounds on my hip, ayy (Yeah, on my hip)
Okay, Lil Dora said I was born with the skill, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My lawyer say it's guaranteed when he appeal (He appeal)
I got a bad bitch wit' me, and yeah, she strip
[Verse 5]
Shake it (Yeah), I tip (Yeah)
I sip (Yeah, yeah), I dip (It's lit)
Rip, I drip (Yeah)
I killed, I...
All I eat is lean, la la, and pills (Oh my God)
Put that, put that in my girl (Straight up)
Makin' porno videos and takin' stills (Yeah)
Turn that, turn that to a film (Drip)
Yeah, anywhere we go (Yeah)
I bring the snow
I fill your nose (Straight up)
Ether, howdy my mamacita (Yeah, yeah)
Stay away Lucifer (It's lit), she sexy in that all white beater (Yeah)
Dynamite no whine up (Yeah)
Have you fly from India, have you fly from China
I won't feel you honestly, strap up 49er
Pew, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-ka-ka
[Verse 6]
I'm in Vegas spendin' thousands on my chips (All on chips)
I can't love these bitches, fell in love the rip (Love the rip)
I was, I was, I was doin' this shit just for my peers
I, I would put inside my blood, my sweat, and tears (Sweat and tears)
Do this shit all on my own, don't need no deal (Don't need no deal)
Di'-diamonds flawless 'round my neck, gave me a chill (Me a chill)
Late, lately, I've been flyin' on them Lears (On them Lears)
Flyin' 'cross the world, these bitches killin' me
[Verse 7]
Ayy, flood her bank account with bands 'cause she feelin' me (Feelin' me)
Nigga, cash on delivery (Delivery)
If it's a snake on my clothes then it's double G
I don't like police hoes, ain't no cuffin' me
All my diamonds dancin' like they Bruce Lee (Wah)
Check out my smile, I got some new teeth
Pop a molly now I'm in the fuckin' air
Cloud nine, nigga smokin' like the fuckin' bear
[Verse 8]
We at the Clearport, you niggas never there (Niggas never there)
I wouldn't even cap, lil' bitch, this our year (This our year)
I do it for my fam, twenty racks on gifts (Racks on Christmas)
Bitch, we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff (Roll me up a spliff)
Now, what you think a young nigga grindin' for? (What you think I'm grindin' for?)
I sip it 'til I sleep, I might overdose (I might overdose)
She made it out the hood and left that dope bowl (She left that dope bowl)
Get them bricks from my mama, she got truckloads (Huh?)
[Verse 9]
Ayy, fuck you mean you get it from your mammy, ho? Yeah (Hahaha)
Ayy, diamonds all on my chin, diamonds on my folk
Piercin' in my nose, diamond in my nose (In my nose)
Giuseppe open toes, diamonds on my toes (Diamonds on my toes)
I just got a family pack of Jimmy Choos, damn
I just bought a chopper and I'm ready to use it, damn
I got a lot of bitches comin' by the twos
I got a lot of bitches, bomin' by the few (Few)
[Verse 10]
Big di'-diamonds but we call 'em jewels (Call 'em jewels)
All, all these racks, think I sell dog foods (I sell dog food)
Drip, I spend thousand on my fuckin' shoes (Three thousand on shoes)
Pull up in this Ave, it cost the Christian Loubes (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, watch your mouth, we ain't fuckin' cool (Fuckin' cool)
YSL the mafia, that's a fuckin' fool (Fuckin' fools)
Take this shit out and shoot (Grra, grra, grra) | Floyd Mayweather | Young Thug |
[Intro]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Somebody called for the queen?
Oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Oh, oh
Thugger (rrrrr)
Mmm, ayy
[Chorus]
I never killed anybody (Body)
But I got somethin' to do with that body (Somethin', just shh)
I got the streets on my back (On my back)
Carry it like I'm movin' a body (Huh)
I told them to shoot a hundred rounds (Do-do)
Like he tryna movie the body (Movie)
It was like 11 in the mornin'
Skippin' school, that's a truancy body
I made me some racks in the mornin'
I had me a pack by the mornin'
I had me some racks by the mornin'
I had a six-pack by the mornin'
I got on a mink, no pneumonia
The racks keep me up, don't need Folgers
I had a pack in my shoulder
You gotta picture me rollin'
[Verse 1]
You gotta picture me rollin'
Pacific ice, I'm an ocean (Ocean)
Ready for war like I'm Russia (Russia)
Latest Chanel for the luggage (Luggage)
My diamonds they tusslin' (They tusslin')
My neck and my belly on 'Tussin ('Tuss)
They callin' for me and they rushin' (Rushin')
You wanna be like me and I love it (Yeah)
Hundred racks on my draws (Yeah)
Big racks, better calm down (Yeah)
If you're gon' ride, come around (Yeah)
Whole squad smokin' out the pound (Yeah)
Squad goals on these hoes (Yeah)
Maison Margiela my toes (Yeah)
Farrakhan glasses for the chosen (Yeah)
You can go and get mad (Gon' get mad)
Jumpin' in the Bent' with the too-dark tint
And who's you? (Who's you?)
My shawty pullin' up with a real bad bitch
I wanna fuck you too (Fuck you too)
Drippin' my swag, Dubai tags, I'm new
I got a Smith & in the bag now
I get all type of cash, I'm a general, tru (Hey)
[Verse 2]
You gotta picture me rollin', packin' a semi (Wait) colon
Ready for war like Korea, headlining shows out in Poland
You should be cleanin' my mansion, my place is disgustin'
Why don't you act like a Hoffman, and go get to dustin'?
Yeah, latex on my drawers, bitch, go clean my crown
Can't hear my haters from way up here, they don't make a sound
Body goals on these hoes, white paint on my toes
When I send that new bae alert, niggas gon' be mad
Jumpin' in the Bent', then I switched to the Ghost like, "Who's you?"
Remember this face 'cause I'm that bitch you gon' lose to
Drippin' in the ice, fuck you lookin' at? Screw you
It's squad goals when all your bitches pretty like New New
[Outro]
Jumpin' in the Bent' with the too-dark tint
And who's you? (Who's you?)
My shawty pullin' up with a real bad bitch
I wanna fuck you too (Fuck you too)
Drippin' my swag, ooh, pop tag, I'm (Mmhhm)
I got a Smith & in the bag now
I get all type of cash, I'm a general, tru (hey)
[Demo Version Outro]
Easy Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls
I said, Easy Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls | Anybody | Young Thug |
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