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X.O. think he all that
It's 2020
And I ain't got time for no fake-ass shit, nigga
I'm straight thuggin', pussy
I'm back to the basics, nigga
(Zoom, zoom, twenty-one, oh, X.O., twenty-one, oh, X.O.)
Don't come to me with no brudda brudda shit, nigga
I ain't your brother, your mama ain't had me, pussy-ass nigga
I don't know your papi
One, two, three, let's go
Rolls Royce truck but my windows ain't tinted (Gang)
Traphouse jumpin' like a Wendy's or a Denny's (Woo)
He ain't stoppin' shit, I decide when I finish (Nope)
Racist-ass judge, he decide who get sentenced (Hoe)
She a bad bitch, eat the pussy like a spinach
She'll suck dick on the way to the dentist
I ain't never leavin' my bitch, she a dime (Nope)
Why would I switch out a dime for a penny? (Go)
Trap out the drip, this a Dior hoodie (Sauce)
Stash on full, need somewhere to put it (Where?)
FN on me with the blue tip bullets (Clutch)
Thinkin' it's a prop 'til I up it (Then), pull it (Bow)
Paparazzi on me and the fans keep askin' (What?)
Why you swap the bougie bitch out for a ratchet? (Why?)
Championship ring like a small face Patek (Win it)
Lambo' truck and car parked at the mansion (Skrrt)
I met her in June, she let me hit soon
She ate the dick like a prune (Uh-uh)
I hop in the vroom, the bass go boom
Call me Lil Boosie, I zoom (Scratch off)
I'm still on that hood shit, ridin' with a full clip (Hunnid)
Tank top Fruity Loom (Right now)
I'm with some buffoons that walk up and face shit
Now you a hot air balloon (Go)
Rolls Royce truck but my windows ain't tinted (Gang)
Traphouse jumpin' like a Wendy's or a Denny's (Woo)
He ain't stoppin' shit, I decide when I finish (Nope)
Racist-ass judge, he decide who get sentenced (Fuck 'em)
She a bad bitch, eat the pussy like a spinach
She'll suck dick on the way to the dentist
I ain't never leavin' my bitch, she a dime (Dime)
Why would I switch out a dime for a penny?
Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for a penny? (Gang)
Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for any? (Gang, gang)
Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for a penny? (Gang, gang)
Woo, woo, one, two, three, let's go
When I pulled up, all the bad bitches get in (What up?)
Know I'm the shit 'cause the bad bitches sit in'
I can't come in 'less the choppas, they get in (Brr)
I can't come in 'less the robbers, they fit in
Rocks on my wrist and my ice cost two milli'
I'm a young rich nigga, stacked to the ceilin' (Fact)
Walkin' the bike, diddy-bop like I'm Diddy (Boppin')
One, two, three, let's go
Pull through the drive-through, a killer gon' surprise you (Hey)
If you kill a rap nigga, 12 gonna harass you (Hey)
These niggas out here snitchin', disguise you
I'ma go and buy some more land, that's value (Gang, gang)
I put my dick inside you (Gang, gang)
She took a Plan B and I knew (Gang, gang)
She said her bitch got a lil' bitch, and her lil' bitch admire you
Rolls Royce truck but my windows ain't tinted (Gang)
Traphouse jumpin' like a Wendy's or a Denny's (Woo)
He ain't stoppin' shit, I decide when I finish (Nope)
Racist-ass judge, he decides who get sentenced (Fuck 'em)
She a bad bitch, eat the pussy like a spinach
She'll suck dick on the way to the dentist
I ain't never leavin' my bitch, she a dime (Dime)
Why would I switch out a dime for a penny?
Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for a penny? (Gang)
Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for any? (Gang, gang)
Woo, woo, why would I switch out a dime for a penny? (Gang, gang)
Woo, woo
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Ah
Huh
Yeah (Legend)
I dropped a four in my iced tea, okay, and now it taste sweet (yeah)
I'm chasin' dreams like I'm Meek, the mil's is all that I see (yeah, yeah)
Jumped off the porch, yeah, with the torch, bitch, I was raised by the streets (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I was told to play for keeps and don't let a hoe play with me
I eat the weak, I'm a beast
A bowl of rappers, I feast
You know they say talk is cheap
Well, I baguette'd my teeth
Got some new weapons for my team
You can't compare to my team (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who? Three letters, yeah, P.R.E (yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Money in my pocket, in my head and on your head (Racks)
You heard what I said, chopper knock off face and dreads, uh
Sittin' on case, sweepin' with niña in the bed
Yeah, I'm walkin' with the dead, Benjamins up in my pants
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm ballin', diamonds dance in my Lamb'
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm ballin', yeah, my left wrist cost a Lamb'
My left wrist cost a Lamb', yeah, my left wrist cost a Lamb', goddamn
Goddamn, damn, goddamn
Goddamn, damn, damn, damn (the fuck?)
Goddamn, damn, damn, damn (yeah)
Damn, goddamn, damn, damn (icy)
I dropped a four in my iced tea, okay, and now it taste sweet (yeah)
I'm chasin' dreams like I'm Meek, the mills is all that I see (yeah, yeah)
Jumped off the porch, yeah, with the torch, bitch, I was raised by the streets (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I was told to play for keeps and don't let a hoe play with me (uh, uh)
Nickname my .223 TLC 'cause I creep with the heat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got big ol' Glocks, we clear the spot and spin the block like CDs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I stunt so hard, it look easy, you see white diamonds, I'm cheesin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything real, bitch, my grill cost a krill (yeah)
Solitaries in my ears, bitch (yeah), look at this here (yeah)
Bitch, look at this here (look), my diamonds, they crystal clear (woo)
Yeah, my diamonds crystal clear (Ice, ice), I caught you starin' like a deer (bitch)
Come get your bitch, dawg, look down at my phone, got twenty missed calls
Ridin' with a hunnid shots, I got enough for all of y'all
Yeah, I ran it up and ain't look back ever since, dawg
I pull up in the yellow thang with the yellow Richard Mille on, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I hop on the block, the yellow belt, the yellow Richard on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the yellow Richard on
Yeah, I hop up out the yellow whip
I dropped a four in my iced tea, okay, and now it taste sweet (yeah)
I'm chasin' dreams like I'm Meek, the mills is all that I see (yeah)
Jumped off the porch, yeah, with the torch, bitch, I was raised by the streets
Yeah, I was told to play for keeps and don't let a hoe play with me (hoe play with me) (nah)
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Ayo, Bandplay
Fuck, fuck you lookin' at, bitch?
Let the band play
I asked this bitch, she must like what she see, what she see
Then she told me ain't another like me, like me
Naw, baby, ain't no nigga like Key, like Key
Yeah, I'ma run it up 'til I'm deceased, deceased
Yeah, I just killed the parking lot, RIP, RIP
I been getting so much guap, can't get no sleep, get no sleep
My new Eliantte piece a hundred G's, yeah
Call me Mr. Freeze, diamonds cold, below degrees, yeah
And I got that heat, shoot like D-Wade at the three
I hit the crowd, scream game over, you play with me
Yeah, I got that lemon squeeze, smoking on some lemon trees, yeah
This bitch from IG on her knees at my suite, yeah
And everything on fleek from my chopper to her weave, yeah
Bitch, I hustle hard and I make that shit look easy
I asked this bitch, she must like what she see, what she see
Then she told me ain't another like me, like me
Naw, baby, ain't no nigga like Key, like Key
Yeah, I'ma run it up 'til I'm deceased
I asked this bitch, she must like what she see, what she see
Then she told me ain't another like me, like me
Naw, baby, ain't no nigga like Key, like Key (Glizzock)
Yeah, I'ma run it up 'til I'm deceased, deceased
Yeah, I'ma run it up until I can't no more, yeah
I'ma run it up because I can't go broke, yeah
Bitch, I came from shit so now I'm walking marble floors
I put money over bitches, yeah, you know the motto
Yeah, I need my guap, hoe, I get extra large dough
My lil' niggas take your cheese, they like, "That is not yours"
I got this bitch from overseas and her head game is a pro
Yeah, I know you heard of me, Glizzock AKA the G.O.A.T
I asked this bitch, she must like what she see, what she see
Then she told me ain't another like me, like me (Key Glock)
Naw, baby, ain't no nigga like Key, like Key (naw, baby)
Yeah, I'ma run it up 'til I'm deceased (run it up, run it up, yeah)
'Til I can't no more, yeah
Run it up 'cause I can't go broke, nah
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Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now
So, baby, kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)
I'll see you later on (later on)
Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
… Baby, I know that you like me, you my future wifey
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah
You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde
You could be my wife, text me, call me
I need you in my life, yeah, all that, everyday I need ya
And every time I see ya, my feelings get deeper
I miss ya, I miss ya, I really wanna kiss you but I can't
Six-seven-eight, triple nine, eight-two-one-two
… Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now
So, baby, kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)
I'll see you later on (later on)
Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
… Baby, I been thinking lately so much about you
Everything about you, I like it, I love it
Kissing you in public, thinking nothing of it
Roses by the dozen, talking on the phone
Baby, you so sexy, your voice is so lovely
I love your complexion, I miss ya, I miss ya, I miss ya
I really wanna kiss you but I can't
Six-seven-eight, triple nine, eight-two-one-two
… Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now
So, baby, kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)
I'll see you later on (later on)
Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
… She call my phone like
Da, da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
We on the phone like
Da, da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
We taking pics like
Da, da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da
She dial my number like
Da, da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Six-seven-eight, triple nine, eight-two-one-two
… Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know I miss you, I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now
So, baby, kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)
I'll see you later on (later on)
Kiss me through the phone (kiss me through the phone)
See you when I get home (when I get home)
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Draco, Soulja
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap (Phantom)
She make it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap, ooh-uh
She make it clap
Ride around town with the strap in my lap, ooh, yeah
She make it clap
I'm tryna grab and then hit from the back
Told her, "Drop it down" 'cause I like that
After I hit then I be right back
I walk in the club then whip out them racks
I'm blowing on gas, she doing her dance
She making it clap, I might have a heart attack
I walk in the club, and I'm making it rain with them stacks
She drop it to the ground, she know that it fat
I run through that sack when I thumb through them racks
I whip up that dough, boy, I'm fresh out the trap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
I hit from the back
Walk in the club and I thumb through them racks (ooh)
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it (ooh)
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it (yeah, yeah-yeah)
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, clap, yeah (uh)
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I'm in the booth with marijuana eyes,
Uh, Soulja Boy Tellem, uh
I love females who like to wear their toes out,
Call me a fire hydrants, i bring them hoes out,
I got a lot of people want whats hanging from neck
Call me what you want, just don’t call me collect,
Tell me whats the deal, what to do with this beef shit,
Say ***** me on youtube and when you see me you didn’t do Shit, I don’t believe you rappers, who you kidding dog,
Save your lame game for your mutha*****ing memory cards,
[Trey Songz - Chorus]
I want the money,
Money and the cars,
Cars and the clothes,
The hoes,
I suppose,
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be successful.
I just wanna be,
I just wanna be successful
[Verse One]
Hip Hop is like school yeah I had to learn it,
Beef is like a blank disc yeah I had to burn it,
They finally showing me respect but I had to earn it,
I’m heading to the finish line ain't got no time for U-turns,
Today I realised I am not perfect, everything I did to get Here wasn't really worth it, why won’t they just let me be Great, you fall down seven times you stand up eight,
Realize true happiness lies inside of you,
Everyday give yourself a mental shampoo,
The birds sing after the muth *****ing storm gone,
If you want to sing, you can always sing this song,
Turn my swag on is my theme song,
Theres a 95% chance that it used to be your ringtone,
I got swiss in the cheese but I don’t yodel,
Heart tatted in my neck they love my vocal’s
[Trey Songz - Chorus]
[Verse Two]
As I sit back and spit this crack,
I leak it on the internet and watch my haters react,
Fifty said they can’t read between the lines,
So I jab uppercut punch line after punch line,
Know your thinking damn Soulja going hard right now,
And I’m thinking damn, this is just a star right now,
Soulja Boy is gone on the renegade,
If life give you lemons make lemonade
[Trey Songz - Chorus]
[Soulja Boy talking]
uh,
No one person on this earth can change their past,
But every single person on this earth can start today and Change their future,
Thats real shit
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It's all about the Benjamins baby
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Now, what y'all want to do
Want to be ballers, shot callers, brawlers
Who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
Trying to get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah living the raw deal, three course meals; spaghetti, fettuccine and veal
But still everything's real in the field
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for trying to bury
Seven zeros over in Rio Di Janeiry
Ain't nobody's hero, but I want to be heard
On your Hot 9-7 every day, that's my word
Swimming in women with they own condominiums
Five plus fives, who drive Millenniums
It's all about the Benjamins, what
I get a fifty pound bag of eu for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
And something European chromed out with the clutch, what
I want it all figured out, fuck being a broke nigga
Drinking malt liquor, driving a broke Viga
I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers
Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers
Lost your touch we kept ours, popping Cristals
Freaking the three-quarter reptiles
Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep
For my team so while you sleep I'm a scheme
We see through, that's why nobody never going to believe you
You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews
Don't let the melody intrigue you
Because I leave you, I'm only here
For that green paper with the eagle
I'm strictly trying to cop those colossal sized Picasso's
And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's
Mienda, with cash flowing like Sosa
And the Latin chick transporting in the chocha
Stampeding over, pop Mo's, never sober
Lex and Range Rovers dealing weight by Minnesota
Avoiding narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas
Stash in the building with this chick named Alona
From Daytona, when I was young I want to bone her
But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants
Tricking and taking me skiing, at the Aspens
Gangsta mental, stay popping Cristal
Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown
Pinkie ringing, gondolas with the man singing
Italian music down the river with your chick clinging
To my bizzalls, player you mad false
Acting hard when you as pussy as RuPaul
It's all about the Benjamins baby
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Now, what y'all want to do
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Want to be ballers, shot-callers
It's all about the Benjamins baby
Brawlers, who be dipping in the Benz with the spoilers
It's all about the Benjamins baby
On the low from the Jake in the Taurus
What the blood clot
Want to bumble with the Bee huh
Bzzz throw a hex on the whole family
Dressed in all black like The Omen
Have your friends singing "this is for my homies"
And you know me from making niggas so sick
Floss in my six with the 'Lex on the wrist
If it's murder, you know she wrote it
German Ruger for your ass bitch, deep throat it
Know you want to fill the room because it's platinum coated
Take your pick, got a firearm you should've toted
Suck a dick all that bullshit you kick
Player hating from the sideline
Get your own shit, why you riding mine
I'm a Goodfella kinda lady
Stash 380s in Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby
Only female in my crew and I kick shit
Like a nigga do, pull the trigger too, fuck you!
I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill' the ice grill
Make it hard to figure me liquor be kicking me
In my asshole, undercover Donnie Brasco
Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl
My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740
Rocking Redman and Naughty, oh where's my kitty cat
Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at
And I'm living that fo' life, we push weight
Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State
Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis
Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand
Grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway
Player haters get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's
What
It's all about the Benjamins baby
It's all about the Benjamins baby
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Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace
Shoot the video motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen
Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)
Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)
Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the soldiers sit
When I came, the game that I owed you one
Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big pants
Might guard him with my man's a type barber
Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Billboard read it believe it
Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)
Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)
Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota
Man I flow straight up out the water
I'm break this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler
All the five quarters, headline supporters
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order
Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city
Send the cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem
Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots
I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia
If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon
Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)
Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)
I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in their channel with the opposite handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle
Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing
Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing
You the only one who gets played for bling, bling
I represent eight blocks and sing-sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens
Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(We ain't do it)
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)
Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)
Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)
Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)
Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)
(Let's get it)
(Let's get it)
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come across
The more problems we see
What's going on? (Oh, what's going on?)
Somebody tell me (what's going on?)
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
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All bark no bite, that's what these niggas is, hol' up
Put my whole neck on ice, that's what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain't talkin' 'bout eatin' him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi' (?) (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle's hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn't fit em'
Now I'm makin' moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin' for niggas, they not out
I'm killin' them niggas, they pop out, bitch I'm stick, get knocked down
(Bridge: Moneybagg Yo)
That's a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won't fall (shit won't fall), shit won't spill (shit won't spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance
(Chorus: Tee Grizzley)
Don't even trip (don't even trip), don't even trip
Look at my fit, that's too much drip, don't even trip (that's too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don't even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I'm surgical with it, don't even trip
Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip
I got that stick, nigga don't even flinch (don't even flinch in this bitch)
(Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo)
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin'?), got your bitch shiverin'
AP that's a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don't even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol' clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon' rip
I got the foreigns and guns like (?)
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won't (?) (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that's a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin' for piece
My grill lookin' busy, and you know I'm from Memphis I'm fuckin' with Grizzley
(Chorus: Tee Grizzley)
Don't even trip (don't even trip), don't even trip
Look at my fit, that's too much drip, don't even trip (that's too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don't even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I'm surgical with it, don't even trip
Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip
I got that stick, nigga don't even flinch (don't even flinch in this bitch)
(Verse 3: Tee Grizzley)
Don't even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don't fu*kwith me if you expectin' for me to keep callin' and textin'
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin' me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin', got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol' up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I'm in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon' glow, wrist gon' dance, two hunnid bands, what's my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I'ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon' bleed, bitch don't even trip
(Bridge: Moneybagg Yo)
That's a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won't fall (shit won't fall), shit won't spill (shit won't spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance
(Chorus: Tee Grizzley)
Don't even trip (don't even trip), don't even trip
Look at my fit, that's too much drip, don't even trip (that's too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don't even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I'm surgical with it, don't even trip
Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don't even trip (don't even trip in this bitch), don't even trip
I got that stick, nigga don't even flinch (don't even flinch in this bitch)
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11. |
I Be (iAM_Tamir EDM)
03:08
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Yeah
Glizock
Buh
(Let the BandPlay) ayy
Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby
I get money, baby (yeah)
Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred
My car go two hundred, baby (woo)
I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby
I be runnin', baby (phew, phew, phew)
I be chasin' after money, baby
I get money, baby (phew, phew, phew)
Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby
I get money, baby
Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred
My car go two hundred, baby
I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby
I be runnin', baby (phew, phew, phew)
I be chasin' after money, baby
I get money, baby, yeah
But I could never chase a bitch though (uh-uh)
And I could never give a nigga too much info (yeah)
You gamblin' with your life, stop playin'
What they hittin' for? (What's up?)
I'm still hittin' licks, nigga
Just hit one not too long ago (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just hit this nigga bitch and I just hit somebody ho
I take this stick up off my hip and then your brains is on the floor
I take this stick up off my hip and turn your ass into a ghost
I'm finna cop that double R Dawn
'Cause I don't believe in ghosts, no
And Lord knows these niggas hatin'
Yeah, and I don't fuck with pigs
But keep a pocket full of bacon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just keep on buyin' whips
They like, "Young nigga, you's crazy" (let's go)
I be gettin' that shit and flippin' that shit
And spendin' that shit and stackin' that shit, then savin' it (ayy)
Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby
I get money, baby (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred
My car go two hundred, baby (skrrt)
I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby
I be runnin', baby (phew, phew, phew, phew)
I be chasin' after money, baby
I get money, baby (yeah)
Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby
I get money, baby (bitch)
Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred
My car go two hundred, baby
I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby
I be runnin', baby
I be chasin' after money, baby
I get money, baby (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I be gettin' to that bag (phew), gettin' to that bag
I be gettin' to that bag (phew), gettin' to that bag
I be gettin' to that bag (phew), gettin' to that bag
I be gettin' to that bag (phew), I just made a bag (yeah)
Ayy, what?
I be gettin' to that money every goddamn day
I just stuffed another hundred in my goddamn K
Bond money, I ain't worried 'bout no goddamn case
God can't even stop it
I want that chopper in your face
Whack an opp with no problem
Smoke him broad day just like Day Day
Yeah, smoke your ass like a Rasta
I hang with shottas, they don't play
These niggas down bad, they starvin'
But me, you know I can't relate
Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby
I get money, baby (Glizock)
Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred
My car go two hundred, baby (yeah)
I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby
I be runnin', baby
I be chasin' after money, baby
I get money, baby (yeah)
Yeah, I'm all about my money, baby
I get money, baby
Yeah, my chopper hold a hundred
My car go two hundred, baby (bitch)
I be chasin' coins like Sonic, baby
I be runnin', baby
I be chasin' after money, baby
I get money, baby, yeah (yeah)
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Pull up to the trap
Peekin' out the peephole
Give you two shots
Like I'm shootin' free throws
Cubans on my neck
That's a lot of kilos
Pack touched down
So now I'm on reload
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload (Reload)
Pull up in my trap car
Hit the trap house dishin' that dope out
Hop out with that stick out
Please don't trip out I might flip out
I know a Cuban he don't speak english
I need a translator (I need some better talk!)
Give me whatever I need Uncle Sammy
Told me to pay him later (Throw that shine yeah nigga)
I heard the car pull up outside
I look at the blindfold (Who that? Who that?)
Yeah my stupid ass baby mama
Think I'm in here with side hoes (Stupid bitch!)
Bitch I'm in here with nine bows, (Right now!)
Tryna get the whole 9 sold (Right now!)
And you make a scene causing commotion
Trying to give me some time hoe? (What you twelve or something?)
Walk in your trap and take over your trap, I'm like Bankroll (Fresh!)
Come and take your shit repo (Give me that!)
Make you tuck your shit, Debo
Hey, hey!
I'm so ahead of them check out my schedule
Gotti and MoneyBagg oh that's 2Federal
Fuck what they talking 'bout
I'm running up revenue
Go do the same, that's what you better do
Pull up to the trap
Peekin' out the peephole
Give you two shots
Like I'm shootin' free throws
Cubans on my neck
That's a lot of kilos
Pack touch down
So now I'm on reload
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload
MoneyBagg and Gotti (2Federal)
It's like we got the cheat code (Yup)
We talk nothin' but gangsta shit and get money with Chicos (Chicos)
CMG the label
And we distribute kilos (Kilos)
And we'll spend your budget (On what?)
On foreign whips with two doors (Ugh)
I'm 2Federal a nigga talkin' shit etc etc
You a little hater hater it fit your character
I'll fuck around and embarrass you
Hold up listen
Tell a nigga I made 20 million would you believe me?
Young nigga told me he made 100, 000 listenin' to me and Jeezy (I believe him)
I was 'Trap or Die', gettin' rich or die tryin' (What else?)
Before I made cocaine music fire (What else?)
Ran off on the plug with seventy five (What else?)
I was robbing niggas runnin' with the gats
(Young nigga grindin' trying to get a nine) But the price high
Everybody telling me to drop that CM now
The streets dry
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload
Pull up to the trap (Pull up)
Peekin' out the peephole (Who that?)
Give you two shots (Bow bow)
Like I'm shootin' free throws (Ha)
Cubans on my neck (Cubans)
That's a lot of kilos (Kilos)
Pack touched down (It's here)
So now I'm on reload
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iAM_Tamir Greensboro, North Carolina
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