Yeah
Blowin' money but I wasn't with Big Meech, I'm with Ric'
We had fifty on us a piece, play cool and front us, then you beat
Just hit me next week, you say it's fire, gotta see
Throw phone out the window a few minutes up the street (Gangsta Grizzillz)
(DJ Drama)
Yeah
Blowin' money but I wasn't with Big Meech, I'm with Ric'
We had fifty on us a piece, play cool and front us, then you beat
Just hit me next week, you say it's fire, gotta see
Throw phone out the window a few minutes up the street
And Gelato 41, weed crumbs in the seat
And free my young niggas out the penitentiary
Just 'cause I'm thinkin' of you, I'm down Arcade with them yeeks
One car parked at the front door, another car parked down the street
And another spinnin' through and tellin' who we all see
I'm smashin' 'em it don't really matter to me
I'm mad, I been tryna grab somethin' all week
Two days without eatin', I'm off X, what is sleep?
Comin' down now, tryna put that pound on a freak
If I'm askin' her, I been knew the answer for me
I'ma tip her so fast and then ask her to leave
If she bad, I don't give a f*ck who had her but me
I don't pillow talk or tell about what happened to me
I'm the man in demand, whole land know I'm T'd
Top drop, lamb chop, keep gettin' ash on my tee
Biggest five in the city since Taquan Dean
I done drove through my lo', that's a taped off scene
Tryin' not to be seen 'cause the jakes on me
If your yeek ain't steam after we get ski'd
Soon as you get back to the hood, niggas gettin' DP'd
'Cause it's no way you got the juice and you ain't squeeze
Niggas livin' dollar movie lifes, mine's 3D
Need to get off IG, tryna knock that lil' weed
'Fore I order up a P, end up leavin' with a B
I was tryna get rich, not be on TV
Knockin' pillows up east, who had a run like me?
Dolo, four and a half of snow, flip phone yeek
Middle finger any fake nigga flipped on me
Pick yo' baby mama up, she do flips on D
Young lit neck, wrist, both hands and rings
If you tryna run it up, youngin, follow my lead
If you ever thump somethin', youngin, follow my lead
If you ridin' 'bout your brother, youngin, follow my lead
If you takin' care of 'em, still follow my lead
If you ever took somethin', nigga, follow my lead
Get your own phone jumpin', youngin, follow my lead
If it's forever gon' be f*ck 'em, lil' bro, follow my lead
Know I'm head first for you, just follow my lead
EST Gee - I Aint Feeling You Album Lyrics
EST Gee - I Aint Feeling You Lyrics
Writer: George Stone III, Jack Thierer, John Carlos Ramirez, Mani Khodabaksh
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Streets
A mí me vale verga quién puta da la cara
Con mi pinche dinero
¿Tú crees que yo tengo miedo
Pa' ganar ese pinche dinero?
Que se va a morir por esa pinche plata
Yeah
'Til you home, free my lil' partner 'nem
I don't talk on phones, so you can hear mine through Suboxone strips (uh)
I hate they say you snitched, fell over show, gon' be your mama kids (your mama, uh)
Drug dealer anonymous, I still respect and honor this
I was slidin' and poppin' shit with the same niggas I was coppin' bricks
I knew I'd lose my scholarship soon as I learnt to get my zaza shipped
'Cause I was on the road with ten and Grit, Four would front six
They gon' pull out my phone to spin, don't leave the lo' until he killed (uh)
I'll be past my toes and hands, I count the ones, I seen and went (uh)
Instead of invest in businesses, I'm plannin' on gettin' a killer rich
Yeah, that street shit
Got up for life, don't squash my beef shit
That new year, new car, jewelry, same me shit
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit
That Uptown out to Newburg, EST shit
The streets, the streets, the motherf*ckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
Yeah, the streets, the streets, the motherf*ckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
I love you 'cause you kept me fed fresh from out of jail (you know I love this)
Right on the tail of me on house arrest and I kept losin' my mail (you know I love this)
The gas'll never get passed, but 'til you get money, we gon' land (you know I love this shit)
Them niggas complainin', never failed, so rich I might as well (you know I love this shit)
Know I love you 'cause them bullets hit my stomach and I still lived (Know I love this shit)
Right after I got back, shit kept gettin' whacked and I got me an M (you know I love this shit)
I always remember who was and who wasn't there when it was time to spin (you know I love this shit)
Made me think they friends when I heard all the hate was bein' said (nigga, you know I love this shit)
I don't care what who said, frrt, as long as my tool sprayin' (you know I love this shit)
Play it however you play it, nigga, 'til I'm through playin' (you know I love this shit)
When I send them Shiners through, turn your shit to shiner land (you know I love this shit)
Life ain't go no proper hand, I won a bluff and went all in (you know I love this shit, nigga)
I been locked in, way before the war when it was free Lil Red (you know I love this shit)
When whole crowds would clear soon as they hear Eastside Taliban (you know I love this shit)
Riata ain't have a lot of friends, f*ck all outsiders ABM (you know I love this shit)
I made it when they ain't think I can, unc' hit hard out of soda cans
Same nigga who was teachin' me how to fix it in case my blower jammed (you know I love this shit)
Same you sayin' different knowin', I delivered it every time I supposed to did (you know I love this shit)
Lawyers and take care of your kids, plus keep up with them bills (you know I love this shit)
That's my version of keepin' it real, nigga, not just how I feel (you know I love this shit)
Ain't no speculation 'bout did you tell, just get that paperwork in (you know I love this shit, nigga)
If you don't, I get the hint, but it still hurt my feelings bad (You know I love this shit, nigga)
My heart wasn't built to fit a rat, I love the streets too much for that (you know I love this shit, nigga)
The streets don't ever die as long as I'm alive 'cause I'm gon' bring it back (you know I love this shit)
Yeah, that street shit
Got up for life, don't squash my beef shit
That new year, new car, jewelry, same me shit
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit
That Uptown out to Newburg, EST shit
The streets, the streets, the motherf*ckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
Yeah, the streets, the streets, the motherf*ckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
Con mi pinche dinero
¿Tú crees que yo tengo miedo
Pa' ganar ese pinche dinero?
Que se va a morir por esa pinche plata
Yeah
'Til you home, free my lil' partner 'nem
I don't talk on phones, so you can hear mine through Suboxone strips (uh)
I hate they say you snitched, fell over show, gon' be your mama kids (your mama, uh)
Drug dealer anonymous, I still respect and honor this
I was slidin' and poppin' shit with the same niggas I was coppin' bricks
I knew I'd lose my scholarship soon as I learnt to get my zaza shipped
'Cause I was on the road with ten and Grit, Four would front six
They gon' pull out my phone to spin, don't leave the lo' until he killed (uh)
I'll be past my toes and hands, I count the ones, I seen and went (uh)
Instead of invest in businesses, I'm plannin' on gettin' a killer rich
Yeah, that street shit
Got up for life, don't squash my beef shit
That new year, new car, jewelry, same me shit
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit
That Uptown out to Newburg, EST shit
The streets, the streets, the motherf*ckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
Yeah, the streets, the streets, the motherf*ckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
I love you 'cause you kept me fed fresh from out of jail (you know I love this)
Right on the tail of me on house arrest and I kept losin' my mail (you know I love this)
The gas'll never get passed, but 'til you get money, we gon' land (you know I love this shit)
Them niggas complainin', never failed, so rich I might as well (you know I love this shit)
Know I love you 'cause them bullets hit my stomach and I still lived (Know I love this shit)
Right after I got back, shit kept gettin' whacked and I got me an M (you know I love this shit)
I always remember who was and who wasn't there when it was time to spin (you know I love this shit)
Made me think they friends when I heard all the hate was bein' said (nigga, you know I love this shit)
I don't care what who said, frrt, as long as my tool sprayin' (you know I love this shit)
Play it however you play it, nigga, 'til I'm through playin' (you know I love this shit)
When I send them Shiners through, turn your shit to shiner land (you know I love this shit)
Life ain't go no proper hand, I won a bluff and went all in (you know I love this shit, nigga)
I been locked in, way before the war when it was free Lil Red (you know I love this shit)
When whole crowds would clear soon as they hear Eastside Taliban (you know I love this shit)
Riata ain't have a lot of friends, f*ck all outsiders ABM (you know I love this shit)
I made it when they ain't think I can, unc' hit hard out of soda cans
Same nigga who was teachin' me how to fix it in case my blower jammed (you know I love this shit)
Same you sayin' different knowin', I delivered it every time I supposed to did (you know I love this shit)
Lawyers and take care of your kids, plus keep up with them bills (you know I love this shit)
That's my version of keepin' it real, nigga, not just how I feel (you know I love this shit)
Ain't no speculation 'bout did you tell, just get that paperwork in (you know I love this shit, nigga)
If you don't, I get the hint, but it still hurt my feelings bad (You know I love this shit, nigga)
My heart wasn't built to fit a rat, I love the streets too much for that (you know I love this shit, nigga)
The streets don't ever die as long as I'm alive 'cause I'm gon' bring it back (you know I love this shit)
Yeah, that street shit
Got up for life, don't squash my beef shit
That new year, new car, jewelry, same me shit
And I ain't hurt, I ain't even worried, I ain't see shit
That Uptown out to Newburg, EST shit
The streets, the streets, the motherf*ckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
Yeah, the streets, the streets, the motherf*ckin' streets
A lot of niggas hate you, but them niggas ain't me
Writer: George Stone III, June James
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Houstatlantaville
[ Featuring Travis Scott, Lil Baby ]
Yeah
I really got it all right now, one of the very few (yeah)
I used to mix the blue with gray, give it Merle spots (I still do)
The type of food they walk uptown to Indian Trail for
Niggas really nobodies, we made y'all feel y'all selves, huh? (Niggas ain't never been nobody)
My lane drives be AND1, damn, this who y'all scared of? (Never gon' be nobody)
'Round wolves but man cubs, these niggas playin' thugs (these niggas hoes)
Gangsta, I got saved by a scale, it ain't hard to tell (got certified)
At Valero scopin' clientele, testers and the cell
Yo, you probably grab that paper towel I just threw on the ground
Hit the line, the dog fire
I ain't got no problem pullin' back around in no time, life of crime
Whoever said it pays is right, they wasn't lyin'
4590 stallin', he drove two-three hours for that pow-wow and it still ain't dryin'
Hunndo said it died, 'long as you respect the process, you'll be fine (resect this shit)
I can see the signs, he might be the twist, so make him try it (test this shit)
My best junkie died, shootin' it in his neck and wrecked his ride
Why not arm or thighs? Since his veins collapsed, it's hard to find (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take your time when you gettin' it out the oven and why you rushin'?
You can lose it all, get it back tomorrow if you a hustler
I failed plenty of times, but a man inside, when I got back up from it
It's cool to do whatever, but you that nigga if you do it with nothin'
Yeah, take your time when drivin' with them pounds, why you rushin'? (Slow down)
Ain't no tellin' lies, this shit come out like water, I ain't stutter
All electric, I spent five and a half on a bucket
In Kentucky, I let WHAM go for fifty-five-hunnid (fifty-five-hunnid)
Can't Be F*cked With, I'm so E-S-T, no Geeski, 'nem my brothers
Used to front the bros and didn't make nothin' off it 'cause I love 'em (no cap)
Used to want it bad, I walked 'round million cash now in the duffel (all hunnids)
Get a nigga bust up, can't gamble my power, always flex my muscle (f*ck 'em)
Super hustler, baby, come to save the streets, it ain't no question (I'm comin')
The 'Rari mustard, carbon fiber package, niggas gotta catch up (skrrt)
Turn the streets up, lines around the corner like we got free supper (free food)
Great investor, fifth pocket in the Tesla, come through Cybertruck'd up
Rich junkie, I'll give my bitch up 'fore I give my cup up (f*ck her)
Take what? I'm gon' up my blick before I give my shit up (uh-uh-uh-uh)
Take your time when you gettin' it out the oven and why you rushin'?
You can lose it all, get it back tomorrow if you a hustler
I failed plenty of times, but a man inside, when I got back up from it
It's cool to do whatever, but you that nigga if you do it with nothin'
Take your time when you gettin' it out the oven and why you rushin'?
You can lose it all, get it back tomorrow if you a hustler
I failed plenty of times, but a man inside, when I got back up from it
It's cool to do whatever, but you that nigga if you do it with nothin' (yeah, woah)
2019, put them Cybers back to back on E-way (woah)
My brodie kept 'em waitin' on my electric PJ (oh)
In the 7, quarterbackin' like I'm CJ
You played me once, can't run it back, I'm not the DJ
It's a reason why I bought that kick off eBay
Kicked the cup hundred thousand to my bro like it's his b-day (woah)
Get two bad bitches on my two-way ended up a three-way
If they product ain't the topic, plug get dropped like a release date (it's lit)
Used to hustle out the H, then went back in open space
Couldn't afford no Jordan 8's, now she jumpin' out the J's
Every time I touch the stage, that's two million in the case
Thirty plus shows in the states, I come back with twice my age
Now my lil' bros gettin' the lil' bro them a place and jobs (yeah)
She been dancin' tryna stack that money high as stars (uh-uh-uh, yeah)
Take your time when you gettin' it out the oven and why you rushin'?
You can lose it all, get it back tomorrow if you a hustler
I failed plenty of times, but a man inside, when I got back up from it
It's cool to do whatever, but you that nigga if you do it with nothin'
Writer: Donte Ononiewu, George Stone III, John Carlos Ramirez, John Prentiss Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Right Now
Rich in real life, like just on that
Yeah, yeah (they know what's up with that)
I'm in the booth with the Fin, I'm a big fish (right now)
Jakes on my dick when I be ridin' 'cause I flip shit (right now)
Fresh out the Waldorf high gettin' my dick licked (right now)
My right wrist cost everybody in yo' clique kit (right now)
Behind that fizzy show shit poked up like a dipstick (right now)
I'm like the real life Nino Brown if he didn't snitch (right now)
I'm like your favorite rapper style if he lived it (right now)
I'm worth ten million, still in the trenches (right now)
Five years ago when it was sixty for a fent' brick (right now)
Just check my grandma, two-fifty independent (right now)
Zo in the feds right now with a pinched lip (right now)
Just for lil' bro, I'll give a opp nigga's bitch kiss (right now)
I'm easy, baby, I like long hair and French tips (right now)
I 'on't drive Mercedes, them the type of whips my bitch get (right now)
A hunnid twenty days, I treat her like a princess (right now)
Don't get to playin' crazy, baby, or you dismissed (right now)
I used to tote 380s, now I tote extensions (right now)
We had to lock it in in blood for the friendship (right now)
Ask the streets, them EST niggas been rich (right now)
Ask the streets, them EST niggas been lit (right now)
Ask the beef, never mind, niggas been snitched (right now)
Bet if I ball out with this iron, then you gettin' hit (right now)
Thirsty to hurt shit, mm, he need his thirst quenched (right now)
Don't look too long, you see me out, you get your shirt drenched (right now)
My lil' bro shirked shit before he ate a Perc' 10 (right now)
I'm thankin' God for lettin' us shine, lettin' the curse lift (right now)
You keep repeatin' for a reason, you ain't learned shit (right now)
You keep repeatin' for a reason, you ain't learned shit (right now)
You keep repeatin' for a reason, you ain't learned shit (right now)
You keep repeatin' for a reason, you ain't learned shit (right now)
I'm in the booth with the Fin like I'm Shark Boy (right now)
They wore a wire on me before, that's why I'm paranoid (right now)
Valet at post oak detail my car 'cause it's a Rolls Royce (right now)
My earrings probably cost more than what you signed for (right now)
The feds gave Lil Scary fifteen for eight grams of boy (right now)
It broke my heart like I ain't give thirty-forty to every lawyer (right now)
But he a bull, smile in court, send them strips to him (right now)
These legends love us, stunts I pulled that don't remember doin' (right now)
I kept it goin' brick or more a week in the middle of the war (right now)
I told my daddy at seventeen I'd never go work at Ford (right now)
He couldn't avoid it, had to see himself how I was doin' it (right now)
He wanted to lock in with the smoke but I was movin' dog (right now)
On work release, seven to four, ankle monitor on (right now)
I used to drive shit back and forth with no extra charge (right now)
Before I ever thought to find a beat and press record (right now)
I used to press up off of Zorn, blood, watch the door (right now)
Turn Around George, first few tours with no song to perform (right now)
Yeah, yeah
Turn Around George, my first few tours with no song to perform (Right now)
Move 'round the country with Unc' (right now)
Why you think that they watchin' me for? (Right now)
Yeah, yeah (they know what's up with that)
I'm in the booth with the Fin, I'm a big fish (right now)
Jakes on my dick when I be ridin' 'cause I flip shit (right now)
Fresh out the Waldorf high gettin' my dick licked (right now)
My right wrist cost everybody in yo' clique kit (right now)
Behind that fizzy show shit poked up like a dipstick (right now)
I'm like the real life Nino Brown if he didn't snitch (right now)
I'm like your favorite rapper style if he lived it (right now)
I'm worth ten million, still in the trenches (right now)
Five years ago when it was sixty for a fent' brick (right now)
Just check my grandma, two-fifty independent (right now)
Zo in the feds right now with a pinched lip (right now)
Just for lil' bro, I'll give a opp nigga's bitch kiss (right now)
I'm easy, baby, I like long hair and French tips (right now)
I 'on't drive Mercedes, them the type of whips my bitch get (right now)
A hunnid twenty days, I treat her like a princess (right now)
Don't get to playin' crazy, baby, or you dismissed (right now)
I used to tote 380s, now I tote extensions (right now)
We had to lock it in in blood for the friendship (right now)
Ask the streets, them EST niggas been rich (right now)
Ask the streets, them EST niggas been lit (right now)
Ask the beef, never mind, niggas been snitched (right now)
Bet if I ball out with this iron, then you gettin' hit (right now)
Thirsty to hurt shit, mm, he need his thirst quenched (right now)
Don't look too long, you see me out, you get your shirt drenched (right now)
My lil' bro shirked shit before he ate a Perc' 10 (right now)
I'm thankin' God for lettin' us shine, lettin' the curse lift (right now)
You keep repeatin' for a reason, you ain't learned shit (right now)
You keep repeatin' for a reason, you ain't learned shit (right now)
You keep repeatin' for a reason, you ain't learned shit (right now)
You keep repeatin' for a reason, you ain't learned shit (right now)
I'm in the booth with the Fin like I'm Shark Boy (right now)
They wore a wire on me before, that's why I'm paranoid (right now)
Valet at post oak detail my car 'cause it's a Rolls Royce (right now)
My earrings probably cost more than what you signed for (right now)
The feds gave Lil Scary fifteen for eight grams of boy (right now)
It broke my heart like I ain't give thirty-forty to every lawyer (right now)
But he a bull, smile in court, send them strips to him (right now)
These legends love us, stunts I pulled that don't remember doin' (right now)
I kept it goin' brick or more a week in the middle of the war (right now)
I told my daddy at seventeen I'd never go work at Ford (right now)
He couldn't avoid it, had to see himself how I was doin' it (right now)
He wanted to lock in with the smoke but I was movin' dog (right now)
On work release, seven to four, ankle monitor on (right now)
I used to drive shit back and forth with no extra charge (right now)
Before I ever thought to find a beat and press record (right now)
I used to press up off of Zorn, blood, watch the door (right now)
Turn Around George, first few tours with no song to perform (right now)
Yeah, yeah
Turn Around George, my first few tours with no song to perform (Right now)
Move 'round the country with Unc' (right now)
Why you think that they watchin' me for? (Right now)
Writer: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., John Carlos Ramirez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
RIP LU MIKE
Mm (FOREVEROLLING)
Soon as I got this shit locked and loaded, they put the police on me
The war been bogus, Kolby told 'em I had two hundred on him
The Nash ain't even want half to have you smashed for speakin' on him
Once had to get the task, shit was too fast for local police
Still free you 'til you land unless it's sealed, shit you can't show me
You know I miss big bro Rico, he short, hope they parole him
His mother Pearl look like girl, I learned that from brody
Up top with sawed off, my little homie think he Monster Kody
I know we scare 'em, but we can't spare 'em if we catch him loafin'
I'm seein' shit change, my opps in graves, now they lil' cousins want it
Age ain't a thing, get on my radar then your time approachin'
They rep, but they don't step, the God of War said he bless killers only
Rip Lu Mike, took his own life, drawin' down on his opponent
They eyes was closed, so they wouldn't know, they just heard the four nick throwin'
Even after he fell from shootin' himself, you scared to walk down on him
He was like fourteen slidin' with Lil' Green, puttin' bread on y'all big homie
Press, press, press, press, press, get the extras (know that ain't alright)
Five star powder cowboy Dak Prescott (know that ain't alright)
Lion heart, I'm around for it when it's pressure (know that ain't alright)
I don't respect, no nigga gettin' tipped off from detectives (know that ain't alright)
Call, sell it quickly, you don't wanna die, right? (Know that ain't alright)
It's killers on the way to your place to get your mind right (know that ain't alright)
You wasn't surprised, you been spoke a few times
Probably with your mom, right? (Know that ain't alright)
You know that ain't alright, you know that ain't alright (know that ain't alright)
You know that ain't straight, nigga, how is that okay, nigga?
Man, I hate a fake nigga, lame hit drank sipper
Brick layer, I help build, niggas end up still switchin' back
My face painted, holdin' on that Drac', waitin' on the spot where they be at
Somehow, someway, even if my prey escape, I got the skill to track
Every time I wake, every second of day, I'm thinkin' of catchin' a hat
If I bumped into you, and you know it's at, you know I'm uppin' strap
My best advice you back as if you don't, but you know shit splat
Different when you leave the spot without a thought of gettin' back
Two energies don't match, you want a name, he want a stat
Then another one, and another one, and another one after that
It's new nigga that think now since they in it the score 'posed to reset
So f*ck keepin' score, it's just gonna be war 'til it's just us left
Learnt as a lil' boy, applyin' force is what get you respect
You know you got floored, if you don't hear no noise, I banged that stick
The Young Shiners starter kit, the dog you hit, something with your blick, man
Press, press, press, press, press, get the extras (know that ain't alright)
Five star powder cowboy Dak Prescott (know that ain't alright)
Lion heart, I'm around for it when it's pressure (know that ain't alright)
I don't respect, no nigga gettin' tipped off from detectives (know that ain't alright)
Call, sell it quickly, you don't wanna die, right? (Know that ain't alright)
It's killers on the way to your place to get your mind right (know that ain't alright)
You wasn't surprised, you been spoke a few times
Probably with your mom, right? (Know that ain't alright)
You know that ain't alright, you know that ain't alright (know that ain't alright)
Soon as I got this shit locked and loaded, they put the police on me
The war been bogus, Kolby told 'em I had two hundred on him
The Nash ain't even want half to have you smashed for speakin' on him
Once had to get the task, shit was too fast for local police
Still free you 'til you land unless it's sealed, shit you can't show me
You know I miss big bro Rico, he short, hope they parole him
His mother Pearl look like girl, I learned that from brody
Up top with sawed off, my little homie think he Monster Kody
I know we scare 'em, but we can't spare 'em if we catch him loafin'
I'm seein' shit change, my opps in graves, now they lil' cousins want it
Age ain't a thing, get on my radar then your time approachin'
They rep, but they don't step, the God of War said he bless killers only
Rip Lu Mike, took his own life, drawin' down on his opponent
They eyes was closed, so they wouldn't know, they just heard the four nick throwin'
Even after he fell from shootin' himself, you scared to walk down on him
He was like fourteen slidin' with Lil' Green, puttin' bread on y'all big homie
Press, press, press, press, press, get the extras (know that ain't alright)
Five star powder cowboy Dak Prescott (know that ain't alright)
Lion heart, I'm around for it when it's pressure (know that ain't alright)
I don't respect, no nigga gettin' tipped off from detectives (know that ain't alright)
Call, sell it quickly, you don't wanna die, right? (Know that ain't alright)
It's killers on the way to your place to get your mind right (know that ain't alright)
You wasn't surprised, you been spoke a few times
Probably with your mom, right? (Know that ain't alright)
You know that ain't alright, you know that ain't alright (know that ain't alright)
You know that ain't straight, nigga, how is that okay, nigga?
Man, I hate a fake nigga, lame hit drank sipper
Brick layer, I help build, niggas end up still switchin' back
My face painted, holdin' on that Drac', waitin' on the spot where they be at
Somehow, someway, even if my prey escape, I got the skill to track
Every time I wake, every second of day, I'm thinkin' of catchin' a hat
If I bumped into you, and you know it's at, you know I'm uppin' strap
My best advice you back as if you don't, but you know shit splat
Different when you leave the spot without a thought of gettin' back
Two energies don't match, you want a name, he want a stat
Then another one, and another one, and another one after that
It's new nigga that think now since they in it the score 'posed to reset
So f*ck keepin' score, it's just gonna be war 'til it's just us left
Learnt as a lil' boy, applyin' force is what get you respect
You know you got floored, if you don't hear no noise, I banged that stick
The Young Shiners starter kit, the dog you hit, something with your blick, man
Press, press, press, press, press, get the extras (know that ain't alright)
Five star powder cowboy Dak Prescott (know that ain't alright)
Lion heart, I'm around for it when it's pressure (know that ain't alright)
I don't respect, no nigga gettin' tipped off from detectives (know that ain't alright)
Call, sell it quickly, you don't wanna die, right? (Know that ain't alright)
It's killers on the way to your place to get your mind right (know that ain't alright)
You wasn't surprised, you been spoke a few times
Probably with your mom, right? (Know that ain't alright)
You know that ain't alright, you know that ain't alright (know that ain't alright)
Writer: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Mark Nikolaev
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Go
I wish I can tell you it's different or prettier than what it is
(?) how niggas feel, how they portray to be on Instagram
It's real
Too high, I barely can think this last little eight I'ma take to the face (go)
Don't lie, when you seen me that day, you froze in place, he heard that Drac' (go, go, go, go)
I try to understand they hate, but I'm too real to feel 'em, I can't (go)
Talk lies speakin' on my name, you might see a slime bucket comin' your way (go, go, go, go)
Don't get out thinkin' it's '08, shit way different than back in the day (go)
Choose wise which side you take (go)
Is you with this shit or you ain't? (go, go, go, go)
Try to switch sides late, you can't (go)
That's the easiest way to get spanked (go)
Try to switch sides late, you can't (go)
That's the easiest way to get spanked (go, go, go, go)
Man, I been talkin' to God, waitin' on response, it ain't the devil (go)
'Til then I'm steppin' in blood just 'cause big bruh ain't leave that 'spital (go)
Remember I was spinnin', ain't as glorious as they show it on Insta' (go)
Far away from pretty pictures, might end up smackin' on something you kin to (go)
Sewed up the last eight months, but it changed nothing, don't feel no better (go)
Ain't posted on none of my pages while I settle this little vendetta (go)
She'll hold both hands on my pistol, ain't no cool shit, I'm tryna kill him (go)
I booted up most of my missions, but wasn't no different times I didn't (go)
(?) so much by lookin', you see who losin' and who winnin' (go)
My gift is seein' the ending and how it turn out when it's finished (go)
Sometimes I try to forgive him, then I start thinkin' 'bout my niggas (go)
It's dark, but you gotta have heart, don't start gettin' soft when you get them millions (go)
I never was one of them type to send no pape' my members in prison (go)
You speak on my brother, you gettin' it whether this year or in twenty (go)
I said I wouldn't change, but shit been strange, and I feel different (go, go, go, go)
I bleed and say I'm straight, I never complain, just handle my business (go, go, go, go)
You slide, ain't shoot, ain't drive, I guess you around just to be the witness (go, go, go, go)
Left eye gone blind, ain't die, but I got my get back back times fifty (go, go, go, go)
The biggest to ever ride the TARC, I park a foreign in my trenches (go, go, go, go)
My granny couldn't tell me the answer when I asked her, "I'm still goin' to heaven?" mm (go, go, go, go)
Too high, I barely can think this last little eight I'ma take to the face (go)
Don't lie, when you seen me that day, you froze in place, he heard that Drac' (go, go, go, go)
I try to understand they hate, but I'm too real to feel 'em, I can't (go)
Talk lies speakin' on my name, you might see a slime bucket comin' your way (go, go, go, go)
Don't get out thinkin' it's '08, shit way different than back in the day (go)
Choose wise which side you take (go)
Is you with this shit or you ain't? (go, go, go, go)
Try to switch sides late, you can't (go)
That's the easiest way to get spanked (go)
Try to switch sides late, you can't (go)
That's the easiest way to get spanked (go, go, go, go)
(?) how niggas feel, how they portray to be on Instagram
It's real
Too high, I barely can think this last little eight I'ma take to the face (go)
Don't lie, when you seen me that day, you froze in place, he heard that Drac' (go, go, go, go)
I try to understand they hate, but I'm too real to feel 'em, I can't (go)
Talk lies speakin' on my name, you might see a slime bucket comin' your way (go, go, go, go)
Don't get out thinkin' it's '08, shit way different than back in the day (go)
Choose wise which side you take (go)
Is you with this shit or you ain't? (go, go, go, go)
Try to switch sides late, you can't (go)
That's the easiest way to get spanked (go)
Try to switch sides late, you can't (go)
That's the easiest way to get spanked (go, go, go, go)
Man, I been talkin' to God, waitin' on response, it ain't the devil (go)
'Til then I'm steppin' in blood just 'cause big bruh ain't leave that 'spital (go)
Remember I was spinnin', ain't as glorious as they show it on Insta' (go)
Far away from pretty pictures, might end up smackin' on something you kin to (go)
Sewed up the last eight months, but it changed nothing, don't feel no better (go)
Ain't posted on none of my pages while I settle this little vendetta (go)
She'll hold both hands on my pistol, ain't no cool shit, I'm tryna kill him (go)
I booted up most of my missions, but wasn't no different times I didn't (go)
(?) so much by lookin', you see who losin' and who winnin' (go)
My gift is seein' the ending and how it turn out when it's finished (go)
Sometimes I try to forgive him, then I start thinkin' 'bout my niggas (go)
It's dark, but you gotta have heart, don't start gettin' soft when you get them millions (go)
I never was one of them type to send no pape' my members in prison (go)
You speak on my brother, you gettin' it whether this year or in twenty (go)
I said I wouldn't change, but shit been strange, and I feel different (go, go, go, go)
I bleed and say I'm straight, I never complain, just handle my business (go, go, go, go)
You slide, ain't shoot, ain't drive, I guess you around just to be the witness (go, go, go, go)
Left eye gone blind, ain't die, but I got my get back back times fifty (go, go, go, go)
The biggest to ever ride the TARC, I park a foreign in my trenches (go, go, go, go)
My granny couldn't tell me the answer when I asked her, "I'm still goin' to heaven?" mm (go, go, go, go)
Too high, I barely can think this last little eight I'ma take to the face (go)
Don't lie, when you seen me that day, you froze in place, he heard that Drac' (go, go, go, go)
I try to understand they hate, but I'm too real to feel 'em, I can't (go)
Talk lies speakin' on my name, you might see a slime bucket comin' your way (go, go, go, go)
Don't get out thinkin' it's '08, shit way different than back in the day (go)
Choose wise which side you take (go)
Is you with this shit or you ain't? (go, go, go, go)
Try to switch sides late, you can't (go)
That's the easiest way to get spanked (go)
Try to switch sides late, you can't (go)
That's the easiest way to get spanked (go, go, go, go)
Writer: George Stone III, Grant Hackett, James Price, Randy Razz II
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Plug Motivation
In the A where Baby say it's whole things 'round for fifteen
But he don't know the last year or so I been payin' twelve Gs (FOREVEROLLING)
Since last spring I been gettin' 'em cheap like I know Meech
No sleep, pray this car behind me ain't the police
It'll be a drought, I allow the industry to intervene
I know how to do it as good as I can rap a sixteen
Clout with the dope fiends, know my dope clean
In and out like the grocery, wrap a whole E
You can vouch if you know me, know my phone ring
In the streets platinum million units, dog, raw fentanyl
A million missed calls, it's been a minute, I'm who they waitin' on
Been involved, tinted window business, I'ma get him gone
Tipped calls say I'm bendin' four fully ARs
Shit, nah, that ain't really nothin' to a big dog
Switch cars, wipe the prints off, then it's ditched off
Rich Paul, I connect the dots like a word cross
Chris Paul, only difference, winnin' whatever team I'm on
The floor general, throw the best lob, make sure you dunk the ball
Thought he was turnt but he lied
He changed on me first, so it ain't hurt when he died (yeah, it ain't hurt when he died)
This shit gettin' worse over time (damn, I hate the real me)
The streets make you slime, John Curt on my mind (damn, I hate the real, damn, I hate the)
But it ain't throwed off as it seem, shit, at least we don't drink green
Shit, ain't least these phones ring, shit, at least we ain't police
Shit, at least I'm good at readin' to see what's good and ain't for me
And at least I ain't switch teams, when it was hard, I got T'd
Turned my t-shirt to a ski, so gon' be there when I leave
Face to face, out of state, OT drawin' up a scheme
Make this right and you go left, I got a map where it could lead
Failed cap rappers, way back when trap was losin' steam
So to get it goin', interviews and posts speakin' on the kings
Niggas don't buy no Bs, of course you don't know me
I think niggas police, I think niggas owe me
Yeah, I'ma make 'em show me, keep on bein' nosy
It's some niggas hungry, whack you for a O-Z
They don't need no Co-Ds, just a fast yolie
I'm back drinkin' codeine, I'm back takin' RPs
Damn, I hate the real me (damn, I hate the real me)
Damn, I hate the real me
Damn, I hate the real-
But he don't know the last year or so I been payin' twelve Gs (FOREVEROLLING)
Since last spring I been gettin' 'em cheap like I know Meech
No sleep, pray this car behind me ain't the police
It'll be a drought, I allow the industry to intervene
I know how to do it as good as I can rap a sixteen
Clout with the dope fiends, know my dope clean
In and out like the grocery, wrap a whole E
You can vouch if you know me, know my phone ring
In the streets platinum million units, dog, raw fentanyl
A million missed calls, it's been a minute, I'm who they waitin' on
Been involved, tinted window business, I'ma get him gone
Tipped calls say I'm bendin' four fully ARs
Shit, nah, that ain't really nothin' to a big dog
Switch cars, wipe the prints off, then it's ditched off
Rich Paul, I connect the dots like a word cross
Chris Paul, only difference, winnin' whatever team I'm on
The floor general, throw the best lob, make sure you dunk the ball
Thought he was turnt but he lied
He changed on me first, so it ain't hurt when he died (yeah, it ain't hurt when he died)
This shit gettin' worse over time (damn, I hate the real me)
The streets make you slime, John Curt on my mind (damn, I hate the real, damn, I hate the)
But it ain't throwed off as it seem, shit, at least we don't drink green
Shit, ain't least these phones ring, shit, at least we ain't police
Shit, at least I'm good at readin' to see what's good and ain't for me
And at least I ain't switch teams, when it was hard, I got T'd
Turned my t-shirt to a ski, so gon' be there when I leave
Face to face, out of state, OT drawin' up a scheme
Make this right and you go left, I got a map where it could lead
Failed cap rappers, way back when trap was losin' steam
So to get it goin', interviews and posts speakin' on the kings
Niggas don't buy no Bs, of course you don't know me
I think niggas police, I think niggas owe me
Yeah, I'ma make 'em show me, keep on bein' nosy
It's some niggas hungry, whack you for a O-Z
They don't need no Co-Ds, just a fast yolie
I'm back drinkin' codeine, I'm back takin' RPs
Damn, I hate the real me (damn, I hate the real me)
Damn, I hate the real me
Damn, I hate the real-
Writer: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., John Carlos Ramirez, Max Jacobsson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Do My Own Stunts
(Ayy, who that? John Gotit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(I do my own stunts)
I stayed at The Post Oak for a month, I do my own stunts
Might roll up, don't even pass my blunt, I pull my own stunts (ayy, who that? John Gotit)
They goin' but I ain't goin' for nothin', I do my own stunts
Every watch I own cost more than a buck (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
You reachin', I'ma teach you somethin' (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
The foreign trunk come in the front (Evel Knievel), I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I told 'em I ain't need a sub, I do my own stunts
I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I told 'em I ain't need no sub (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I shoot my own gun, went on my own run
He called me regular, talkin' fetti, I hung the phone up
Man, they love to act like they be steppin' and don't be on none'
Lame niggas be talkin' and bein' too messy is gettin' they hoes f*cked
Keep missin' your message and you be textin', ain't pickin' the phone up
But you know how she get, mm, you know 'bout your bitch
Just left Houston and Atlanta, I linked up with Spit
I ain't do no rattin', not no homo', came home to a kit
Money like fifty to the neck and sixty to the wrist
I ain't on no Fake Watch Buster shit, just zoom in on the pic
I'll put like fifty on a Crip and sixty in his whip
They thought the 9 would have me killed, I turned to 50 Cent (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I stayed at The Post Oak for a month, I do my own stunts
Might roll up, don't even pass my blunt, I pull my own stunts
They goin' but I ain't goin' for nothin' (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
Every watch I own cost more than a buck (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
You reachin', I'ma teach you somethin', I do my own stunts
The foreign trunk come in the front (Evel Knievel), I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I told 'em I ain't need a sub (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas
We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas
I stayed at The Post Oak for a month, I do my own stunts
Might roll up, don't even pass my blunt (Evel Knievel), I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
They goin' but I ain't goin' for nothin' (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
Every watch I own cost more than a buck (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(I do my own stunts)
I stayed at The Post Oak for a month, I do my own stunts
Might roll up, don't even pass my blunt, I pull my own stunts (ayy, who that? John Gotit)
They goin' but I ain't goin' for nothin', I do my own stunts
Every watch I own cost more than a buck (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
You reachin', I'ma teach you somethin' (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
The foreign trunk come in the front (Evel Knievel), I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I told 'em I ain't need a sub, I do my own stunts
I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I told 'em I ain't need no sub (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I shoot my own gun, went on my own run
He called me regular, talkin' fetti, I hung the phone up
Man, they love to act like they be steppin' and don't be on none'
Lame niggas be talkin' and bein' too messy is gettin' they hoes f*cked
Keep missin' your message and you be textin', ain't pickin' the phone up
But you know how she get, mm, you know 'bout your bitch
Just left Houston and Atlanta, I linked up with Spit
I ain't do no rattin', not no homo', came home to a kit
Money like fifty to the neck and sixty to the wrist
I ain't on no Fake Watch Buster shit, just zoom in on the pic
I'll put like fifty on a Crip and sixty in his whip
They thought the 9 would have me killed, I turned to 50 Cent (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I stayed at The Post Oak for a month, I do my own stunts
Might roll up, don't even pass my blunt, I pull my own stunts
They goin' but I ain't goin' for nothin' (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
Every watch I own cost more than a buck (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
You reachin', I'ma teach you somethin', I do my own stunts
The foreign trunk come in the front (Evel Knievel), I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I told 'em I ain't need a sub (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas
We some head bussas, we some head bussas
We'll knock a hater out, we some head bussas
I stayed at The Post Oak for a month, I do my own stunts
Might roll up, don't even pass my blunt (Evel Knievel), I pull my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
They goin' but I ain't goin' for nothin' (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
Every watch I own cost more than a buck (Evel Knievel), I do my own stunts (Evel Knievel)
Writer: George Stone III, John Carlos Ramirez, Max Jacobsson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Crash
Crash, crash, crash, crash
Crash, crash, crash, crash
You should crash
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
(Crash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash money)
Yeah, if I hear 'bout your tan, I'm takin' your BM to visit Miami
I don't care who birthed her, for the weekend, I'm her daddy
Pull up on her ex block and jump out like, "What's happenin'?"
I done met some strippers, richest bitches in they family
You ask me why I did it and I don't remember, it was petty
I'll give you a thousand when you suck it, you do it messy
I'ma have a driver drop her off when she get ready
She said she tired of shit fallin' in her eye from the roof of your Chevy
I want her to see the stars but every car ride she want get in
Swervin' so bad, let me pull over before I crash, bitch
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
You should crash (bitch)
I just wanna crash like a high speed
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm goin' to sleep
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm drunk speedin'
Crash, I just wanna crash like a landin'
Crash, I just wanna crash like how Wall Street
Crash, I just wanna crash like two jet skis
Crash, I just wanna crash like a PC
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm Don Cheadle
Pretty mothaf*cker, I can't get enough of her
Shake somethin' every time I see her, Blac Youngsta
From the back, front, I let her ride like a trucker
I had to tell her, "Shut up! Keep on yellin', gon' wake your son up"
Use me for a come up, cool, long as you clean that cum up
Watch her get every crumb up, missed her callin' as a butler
Only sad thing, I never see her when the sun up
But I ain't trippin', soon as she get with me, she know what's up
Might meet her in a bonnet, ain't no time for her to get done up
She know that I hate make up but get caked up when we f*ckin'
Sometimes she feel I slut her, but can't make love makin' money
After I told her that, she act like she ain't want nothin' from me
She text me, say she happy, worked her problems out with buddy
I said, "Cool, wish I knew that I ain't gettin' no more pussy"
Sad, guess I'll wait around for the next time you're mad
Ex city now, can we kick it one more last?
Must be with him now, you ain't textin' me fast
Just want sex with you bad, but can't no bitch make me crash
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
You should crash
I just wanna crash like a high speed
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm goin' to sleep
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm drunk speedin'
Crash, I just wanna crash like a landin'
Crash, I just wanna crash like how Wall Street
Crash, I just wanna crash like two jet skis
Crash, I just wanna crash like a PC
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm Don Cheadle
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
You should crash (bitch)
Crash, crash, crash, crash
You should crash
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
(Crash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash money)
Yeah, if I hear 'bout your tan, I'm takin' your BM to visit Miami
I don't care who birthed her, for the weekend, I'm her daddy
Pull up on her ex block and jump out like, "What's happenin'?"
I done met some strippers, richest bitches in they family
You ask me why I did it and I don't remember, it was petty
I'll give you a thousand when you suck it, you do it messy
I'ma have a driver drop her off when she get ready
She said she tired of shit fallin' in her eye from the roof of your Chevy
I want her to see the stars but every car ride she want get in
Swervin' so bad, let me pull over before I crash, bitch
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
You should crash (bitch)
I just wanna crash like a high speed
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm goin' to sleep
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm drunk speedin'
Crash, I just wanna crash like a landin'
Crash, I just wanna crash like how Wall Street
Crash, I just wanna crash like two jet skis
Crash, I just wanna crash like a PC
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm Don Cheadle
Pretty mothaf*cker, I can't get enough of her
Shake somethin' every time I see her, Blac Youngsta
From the back, front, I let her ride like a trucker
I had to tell her, "Shut up! Keep on yellin', gon' wake your son up"
Use me for a come up, cool, long as you clean that cum up
Watch her get every crumb up, missed her callin' as a butler
Only sad thing, I never see her when the sun up
But I ain't trippin', soon as she get with me, she know what's up
Might meet her in a bonnet, ain't no time for her to get done up
She know that I hate make up but get caked up when we f*ckin'
Sometimes she feel I slut her, but can't make love makin' money
After I told her that, she act like she ain't want nothin' from me
She text me, say she happy, worked her problems out with buddy
I said, "Cool, wish I knew that I ain't gettin' no more pussy"
Sad, guess I'll wait around for the next time you're mad
Ex city now, can we kick it one more last?
Must be with him now, you ain't textin' me fast
Just want sex with you bad, but can't no bitch make me crash
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
You should crash
I just wanna crash like a high speed
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm goin' to sleep
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm drunk speedin'
Crash, I just wanna crash like a landin'
Crash, I just wanna crash like how Wall Street
Crash, I just wanna crash like two jet skis
Crash, I just wanna crash like a PC
Crash, I just wanna crash like I'm Don Cheadle
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
Crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash), crash (crash)
You should crash (bitch)
Writer: Bryan Lamar Simmons, George Stone III, Malik Hargis, Sidney Malabre Tapaquon, Xavier Barrios
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Slime
Uh, uh
That shit get tricky in the trenches, just be ready for it
Lil' bro want his head for all that playin' shit, I'm already knowin' (FOREVEROLLING)
Problem get too big to where you can't ignore it, I can't avoid it, get it goin'
Hundred percent smoke, I want the temperature soarin', nigga
Turn it up some more, turn it up some more
I wanna turn it up some more, f*ck it, turn it up some more
Ten stolen cars parked through the 9, I don't think they ready for us
Risk Red rollin' over in his grave, I can't even play support
Love 'round here real, mean we'll die or go sit in prison for it
Con' livin' for a product, came from Clarksdale cement floors
Walnut Street based for more, only place you remember goin'
Big bruh don't even go past neither one, say he securin' the border
I got little triggers on permission, come in many forms
Cold killer, good grades, babyface, you'll never know it
Clean shit connect the dots, explain to me like he had to do it
Hell nah, I ain't trippin', I just add a new nigga to my vision board
Crushed him, he was reachin' for it, f*ck whoever speakin' for him
Traumatize your people, more like they're chasin' it at the front entrance of his people door
Ooh, I feel that feelin', slime
Ride me around they way later on today, it's been a minute, slime
Too much on my mind, it's 'bout that time for another killin', slime
I used to only get three for every one of us, I ain't satisfied
Ooh, hang out that window, slime
Ooh, gon' 'head, get busy, slime
Ooh, shake up the city, slime
Ooh, they know we with it, slime
Yeah, trick play, fire up the backyard, gang in the front waitin'
Snitch K, whatever which a way it go, see, that's all I'm sayin'
I don't find it funny but I'm laughin' in they faces
I can't speak on what went down 'cause most them murders open cases
Brick weigh a thousand-eight, I blow the pros of that in Vegas
'Case the jakes track the blue faces, I save dubs when they pay me
I fed the hood before, I got me good, nigga, on my baby
The first time in the A Lenox, broad day dangerous
You give it up, I'll smack the butt of Draco and strip a ho naked
Real takers even take faces, you know how far I take it
We gon' shake 'em to the core just 'cause I felt like it, that's what's for
If y'all aces, lace 'em on the daily, least about the basic
Four'll never tell, never f*ck no boy whether in the world or jail
Never hate, never go against the grain, hunnid years or hunnid mill'
Once you lock it in, it ain't no gettin' out 'less you killed
That's the only way it end, but we do all the killin' 'til then
Ooh, I feel that feelin', slime
Ride me around they way later on today, it's been a minute, slime
Too much on my mind, it's 'bout that time for another killin', slime
I used to only get three for every one of us, I ain't satisfied
Ooh, hang out that window, slime
Ooh, gon' 'head, get busy, slime
Ooh, shake up the city, slime
Ooh, they know we with it, slime
That shit get tricky in the trenches, just be ready for it
Lil' bro want his head for all that playin' shit, I'm already knowin' (FOREVEROLLING)
Problem get too big to where you can't ignore it, I can't avoid it, get it goin'
Hundred percent smoke, I want the temperature soarin', nigga
Turn it up some more, turn it up some more
I wanna turn it up some more, f*ck it, turn it up some more
Ten stolen cars parked through the 9, I don't think they ready for us
Risk Red rollin' over in his grave, I can't even play support
Love 'round here real, mean we'll die or go sit in prison for it
Con' livin' for a product, came from Clarksdale cement floors
Walnut Street based for more, only place you remember goin'
Big bruh don't even go past neither one, say he securin' the border
I got little triggers on permission, come in many forms
Cold killer, good grades, babyface, you'll never know it
Clean shit connect the dots, explain to me like he had to do it
Hell nah, I ain't trippin', I just add a new nigga to my vision board
Crushed him, he was reachin' for it, f*ck whoever speakin' for him
Traumatize your people, more like they're chasin' it at the front entrance of his people door
Ooh, I feel that feelin', slime
Ride me around they way later on today, it's been a minute, slime
Too much on my mind, it's 'bout that time for another killin', slime
I used to only get three for every one of us, I ain't satisfied
Ooh, hang out that window, slime
Ooh, gon' 'head, get busy, slime
Ooh, shake up the city, slime
Ooh, they know we with it, slime
Yeah, trick play, fire up the backyard, gang in the front waitin'
Snitch K, whatever which a way it go, see, that's all I'm sayin'
I don't find it funny but I'm laughin' in they faces
I can't speak on what went down 'cause most them murders open cases
Brick weigh a thousand-eight, I blow the pros of that in Vegas
'Case the jakes track the blue faces, I save dubs when they pay me
I fed the hood before, I got me good, nigga, on my baby
The first time in the A Lenox, broad day dangerous
You give it up, I'll smack the butt of Draco and strip a ho naked
Real takers even take faces, you know how far I take it
We gon' shake 'em to the core just 'cause I felt like it, that's what's for
If y'all aces, lace 'em on the daily, least about the basic
Four'll never tell, never f*ck no boy whether in the world or jail
Never hate, never go against the grain, hunnid years or hunnid mill'
Once you lock it in, it ain't no gettin' out 'less you killed
That's the only way it end, but we do all the killin' 'til then
Ooh, I feel that feelin', slime
Ride me around they way later on today, it's been a minute, slime
Too much on my mind, it's 'bout that time for another killin', slime
I used to only get three for every one of us, I ain't satisfied
Ooh, hang out that window, slime
Ooh, gon' 'head, get busy, slime
Ooh, shake up the city, slime
Ooh, they know we with it, slime
Writer: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Levin Buhtz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
My Love
[ Featuring Rylo Rodriguez, Veeze ]
(I wish my love was good enough)
Uh, yeah, pickin' up my son from kindergarten with my pistol still (yeah, yeah, yeah)
He know to buckle up, keep his feet in front while I watch the mirror
Told lil' Dooty if he wasn't no shooter, he'd be an engineer
I'm sick of choosin' why he might not do it if they run in here
Stick and move in, slow motion like Juvie, better than never movin' (yeah, yeah)
Bad influence, love us some steppers not 'cause they help me do it
Because I known 'em since all they wanted was hoverboards and scooters (yeah, yeah)
We in an Uber right on Front Street, city know I'm through here (I wish my love was good enough)
Right back on myself is based on days the niggas never do shit (yeah)
I'm into it with lil' brothers and nephews, now who never knew me (I wish my love was good enough)
All they know I'm the reason they folks went ghost, Michael Rainey Jr. (yeah, yeah)
Ain't used to wanna say, "You was from Louisville," I'm who made it cooler (I wish my love was good enough)
Backstabbers is ass backwards like I ain't provide for shooters
Problems, ain't no lil' scrappin' happenin' when I got Drac' the Ruler (I wish my love was good enough)
Soon as I woke up, Red said they got up with you, sound good as music
Soon as I got the chance to grab my gun again, I rushed to use it (I wish my love was good enough)
Soon as you got your chance to hold your nuts on them, you rushed to do it
Niggas that'll die and cry for you, you must be f*ckin' stupid (I wish my love was good enough)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I wish my love was good enough
Yeah, I wish my love was good enough
Yeah, I wish my love was good enough
They played him in the streets, they ain't gotta play me in no club
This rap shit got me sober, diss a nigga, you'll get a buzz
Locked bro up around COVID, took him a minute to get a judge
My lil' nigga lost his fingers, still shootin' shit with a nub
I'm feelin' like I'm Basquiat when I switch a nigga paint
Nigga callin' 'bout a feature, I used to remix a nigga drank
Put a lawyer on bro case, whatever you do, he innocent
Bro pop up out the blue, shoot through the roof like industry plants
Jesus head infinity link
Feelin' like I'm Ken Griffey Jr., hope someone pitch in
In the field like the Big Ten, we gon' get up with you
Only thing they got that I ain't got is bullets in them niggas
I ain't f*cked the bitch at my spot, took her to the Westin
Way these bitches lie, I can't deal, but I ain't even desperate
I've got shot but won't heal, he ain't Cinderella
Pourin' codeine inside the booth, studio junkie
Tell them niggas stop sneak dissin' and get a GoFundMe
Nigga flexin' with that small-ass paper, that ain't no money
Lil' bruh be puttin' shit up and turn into a hoarder
Comin' through, VVS stones, these is not moissanite
Yeah, one of the realest and the richest, I ain't pullin' gimmicks
Me and the bros havin' millions, that's how we twinnin'
My nigga love to trap so much, named his daughter Dylan
You gotta burn the duct tape when the feds near me
You know that wrap and residue'll get you ten to twenty
I'm off these meds, hell, I'm damn near at the hospital
We at the kids' football game with that fire on us
I'm dodgin' pigs, but I'm mud drinkin'
I'm seein' money like A Boogie when he daydreamin'
She sellin' pussy on the first just for the lease payment
He might look like me while he sleep, well, nigga, keep dreamin'
I was gettin' so much, man, l thought French Montana sneak dissed me
Wore my cheapest watch today so they wouldn't get offended
Bitch want me down on one knee, that shit ain't realistic
Niggas missin' they dead homies, we'll put 'em with 'em
Gee said, "Hov and 'em like us, we gotta get the billion"
Psh, f*ck revenge, nigga, kill 'em 'fore they kill us
Ridin' 'round the city bulletproof, nigga, tinted up
Threw the last switches, lil' bro 'bout to 3D print 'em up
Doggie droppin' 5s, red seats in my Benz truck
Throw my 4 with my left hand with my wrist up
Fox pulled up, Bread Gang how my pants stuffed
Everybody Shine Together, niggas can't f*ck with us, nigga
Ain't no broke nigga in our crew, nigga
The f*ck goin' on?
I wish my love was good enough
I wish my love was good enough
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I wish my love was good enough
Yeah, I wish my love was good enough
Yeah, I wish my love was good enough
Writer: George Stone III, Hunter Erhan Sallis, Jonathan Pritchard, Matthew Robinson, Richard Lamar DeBerry, Ronald Roper Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Outro
Mama, mama, you know I love you
Yeah, yeah
(Ayy, who that? John Gotit)
Yeah, yeah
No story treacherous enough to explain other than Cain and Abel
But who might love you and who don't depend who get the favor
My mama been told me that these hoes ain't got no picks or favorites
They'll fake it all the way up to the baby just to secure the paper
It's too late to replace her, she know too much 'bout your situation
From everything that you be sayin' at night when y'all laid up
Know what button to push, make you look crazy outside front the neighbors
Take all your trauma and display it, in court make you pay her
My mama died 'fore I got famous, ain't see me get big
I ain't get to thank her, puttin' me on game 'bout how these bitches is
That's how it go and that's fo' sho' so it is what it is
If you in court by force or choice, it don't matter who win
They can catch her loadin' up a rig and won't give you the kids
(I remember, I remember when my mama told)
Mama they figured out my weakness, not gettin' to see 'em
Mama, how I beat them? Actin' like I don't care ain't workin' neither
Mama, was it over from the moment she said she gon' keep it?
'Cause I'm not a good man like she said, mama, 'cause I done cheated
But I do everything else decent, she ain't perfect neither
Mama thought the only perfect person walk the Earth was Jesus
Her mama must've told her Geeski
Her mama must've told her leave me
Her mama must've told her how to keep a man even though she's single
Her mama must've told her disrespect, get respect that you seekin'
I ain't got no time for no domestic, bitch, stress me, I'm leavin'
Can't name a time vent to a bitch and she kept it a secret
I can't name a time a bitch came through in the clutch when I need it
The runnin' rumor in her group chat I stepped on her people
I been scratched and smacked, never hit back, if it's that, then we even
I turn trajectory of they life on the night that they meet me
I ain't on no ho shit, I don't check phones, but tonight, for some reason
I'm rollin' all into the night, ecstasy mean no sleepin'
Truthfully seein' how you see me, it's hurtin' me to read it
My first thought's wake you up immediately, but I left you sleepin'
Slip out the spot, hop in the car, pop a bar, roll the weed up
Head to the sky and askin' God the same question repeatedly
Why when I love her too and mean it, you guarantee she leave me?
Mama, mama, you know I love you
Is it 'cause I'm lookin' for my (mama)
The same love I got from my (mama)
Even though I'll never find it
Them failed relationships I got constantly remind of my-
Mama, mama, you know I love you
Yeah, yeah
(Ayy, who that? John Gotit)
Yeah, yeah
No story treacherous enough to explain other than Cain and Abel
But who might love you and who don't depend who get the favor
My mama been told me that these hoes ain't got no picks or favorites
They'll fake it all the way up to the baby just to secure the paper
It's too late to replace her, she know too much 'bout your situation
From everything that you be sayin' at night when y'all laid up
Know what button to push, make you look crazy outside front the neighbors
Take all your trauma and display it, in court make you pay her
My mama died 'fore I got famous, ain't see me get big
I ain't get to thank her, puttin' me on game 'bout how these bitches is
That's how it go and that's fo' sho' so it is what it is
If you in court by force or choice, it don't matter who win
They can catch her loadin' up a rig and won't give you the kids
(I remember, I remember when my mama told)
Mama they figured out my weakness, not gettin' to see 'em
Mama, how I beat them? Actin' like I don't care ain't workin' neither
Mama, was it over from the moment she said she gon' keep it?
'Cause I'm not a good man like she said, mama, 'cause I done cheated
But I do everything else decent, she ain't perfect neither
Mama thought the only perfect person walk the Earth was Jesus
Her mama must've told her Geeski
Her mama must've told her leave me
Her mama must've told her how to keep a man even though she's single
Her mama must've told her disrespect, get respect that you seekin'
I ain't got no time for no domestic, bitch, stress me, I'm leavin'
Can't name a time vent to a bitch and she kept it a secret
I can't name a time a bitch came through in the clutch when I need it
The runnin' rumor in her group chat I stepped on her people
I been scratched and smacked, never hit back, if it's that, then we even
I turn trajectory of they life on the night that they meet me
I ain't on no ho shit, I don't check phones, but tonight, for some reason
I'm rollin' all into the night, ecstasy mean no sleepin'
Truthfully seein' how you see me, it's hurtin' me to read it
My first thought's wake you up immediately, but I left you sleepin'
Slip out the spot, hop in the car, pop a bar, roll the weed up
Head to the sky and askin' God the same question repeatedly
Why when I love her too and mean it, you guarantee she leave me?
Mama, mama, you know I love you
Is it 'cause I'm lookin' for my (mama)
The same love I got from my (mama)
Even though I'll never find it
Them failed relationships I got constantly remind of my-
Mama, mama, you know I love you
Writer: Eeti Jedi Justus Eratuli, George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., John Carlos Ramirez, Max Jacobsson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Flash
[ Featuring BloodHound Q50 ]
Never, no
Never, they say, "Never say never"
Whatever, I'm knowin' what's up with me
Mm
I'll never get my chain snatched
Nigga rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back
Catch a artist recordin', all you hear is switches in the playback
Hit songs all night long, nigga, Keith Sweat
Ain't nobody playin' poker outside where I stay at
Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement
I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back
You relate to that? Hundred cash, brown paper bag
I been thinkin' fast, I want him smashed, is that too much to ask?
I done hit up so many, ain't know who would think to wear a mask
Make a clean quick fifty cash from jumpin' out and bustin' heads
Button and a regular thumb for backup case I miss you bad
Organized one on one, know somethin' hit through the windshield glass
All they saw was sparks coverin' the car, bumper to rental tag
Even work on holidays, help make you ghost of Christmas past
Hatin' turned to being a fan, your son favorite album MAD
I was makin' "Young Slimers" with Thug night 'fore he got grabbed
He was happy that we actually had guns layin' in the strike trail
Lot of people really ain't 'bout beefin', well, shit, I am
Every show, every promoter know I'm gettin' that pipe in
Ain't never tuckin' my ice in
I'll never get my chain snatched
Nigga rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back
Catch a artist recordin', all you hear is switches in the playback
Hit songs all night long, nigga, Keith Sweat
Ain't nobody playin' poker outside where I stay at
Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement
I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back
You relate to that? Hundred cash, brown paper bag
Niggas ran off with them watches, but they paid for that
Watch your mouth, hits like hot lights, I'll tell foenem to play it back
Only time I compete with my brothers 'bout who aim the best
I wasn't on that mission, but I was 'cause I paid for that
When I lost my twin, I stood on all ten, I ain't break a sweat
I break hearts and families, my neck said it gon' break the 'net (go)
Got so used to blowin' switches, you see one on every Glock
Every Gen I got is dirty, in a week I had to swap
You hear them switches in that playback, just know that I'm who sent the shots
Ask me how I got my name, I got a thing for catchin' opps
Niggas tuck they chain around me, just ask Breado 'bout his watch
Leal got sent up for real, don't Uber Share if you got opps
Who you know that's young and turnt, clappin' shit and dumpin' bricks?
That nigga said that he don't like me 'cause his bitch was eatin' dick
I done brung my f*ckin' drum, ayy, Jeff, let me see your stick
And if Geeski say he like it, then you know I'ma take that kit (bitch, go)
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother
You know that
Go
Writer: George Stone III, John Carlos Ramirez, Kanye West, Max Jacobsson, Mi'kquale Cooper
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Free Z5
Yeah, you know I'm on the same thing, Shiner 6
Spank a nigga, leave him in his kitchen (yeah)
Made nigga, raised way different than the average
My uncle brought his Stanley, trapped since the '70s, never ratted (FOREVEROLLING)
This shit run in my family, when it's pressure, I don't panic (no, I don't panic, nigga)
Served heroin on camera, behind they ranges in the alley (served heroin on camera)
F*ck it, I gotta have it, if they grab me, then they grab me (f*ck it, I gotta have it)
Plus, my young nigga want to quit badly
But don't nothin' else make him happy (but don't nothin' else make him happy)
Want me to encourage him with words
But ain't nothin' better than examples (ain't nothin' better than examples)
Plus, I can show you better
Than I can tell you about that action (better than I can tell you, you ain't shit, nigga)
Before I was a rapper, I was rappin' French Montana (I was rappin' French, nigga)
A bitch think she want a street nigga 'til she got him ('til she got me)
I'm Megan Head and I Glo or Sexy Redd and let her have it (oh, when I do it, mm, mm)
F*ck her two, three days, I ain't arguin' with you, bae
I'm outside gettin' in traffic (why would I do it? Why would I do it?)
Know I'm Mr. Make it Happen (you know it), Mr. 70 Under The Mattress (you know it, mm, mm)
When I first started rappin' (you know it), Mr. Monday, Wednesday, Saturday (you know it)
I ain't pray to God to get it, but I'll take it once I got it (you know it)
I told her this lil' thirty touch down, Thursday, I'm movin' to Atlanta (you know it)
I come from watchin' NOLA, hit his bag to serve his daddy (you know it, mm)
I'm so much of a factor, he had it on him, still was lackin' (you know it, mm, mm)
You told me what you asked when you stood close to me, we family (you know it, mm)
I'm annoyed I just went cold turkey off boy, my mind been scattered (you know it, mm)
You know if you just asked me, I would've told you how it happened (you know it, mm)
The fact I thought you actually loved me back what makes me madder (you know it, mm)
The fact I'll still answer, you called me back what makes me madder (mm)
I hope me showin' love, givin' a hug
Ain't how it happened (I hope me showin' love ain't how it happened)
I hope me thinkin' it's love goin' out to the club
Ain't how it happened (I hope me thinkin' it's love, go to the club ain't how)
I hope you sayin' it's straight, but holdin' a grudge
Ain't how it happened (it ain't how it happened)
You know lock it in in blood, if it mean forever, life and after (life and after that, you know)
Got me thinkin' 'bout Young Thug, after all he did for them, they still ratted (told on him)
Know them words bubbed and platted in the paperwork, they stamped it (you niggas scared)
My jersey in the rafters (yeah), I'm a Hall of Fame captain (I'm a Hall of Fame captain)
My name platinum (my name platinum), they can't take that one (they can't take)
But f*ck 'em if they could (f*ck 'em if they could)
Know my face card good (know my face card good)
I been straight since I paid eight hund' all nugs (since I paid, walkin' in)
I came up off crumbs, make that cake taste good (mm)
Take drugs, take hits, do your shit, I don't judge (do your shit, I ain't)
I did what I done off the strength off the love (I did what I did)
Let you run off on my plug, f*ck 'em, he ain't one of us (no)
No new members in the club (f*ck 'em), had to be down in that mud (f*ck 'em)
When my arm was in that rex, like a Barney puppet show for my son (show like power)
When it mattered who you was, or what you got or what you done (what you got or what you done)
Your name had to rung in the trenches where you from (had to rung in the trenches where you from)
I'ma reminisce just 'cause it'll never be how it was (it'll never be how it was)
When we was all one, it'll make you happy
I quit rappin' (it'll make you happy I quit rappin', for real)
The fact I thought you actually loved me back what makes me madder (what makes me madder, mm)
The fact I'll still answer
You called me back what makes me madder (that's what actually makes me madder, mm)
I hope me showin' love, givin' a hug ain't how it happened (ha)
I hope me thinkin' it's love goin' out to the club ain't how it happened (ha)
I hope you sayin' it's straight, but holdin' a grudge ain't how it happened (nah, nah, nah)
I hope me thinkin' it's love goin' out to the club ain't how it happened (ha)
I hope you sayin' it's straight, but holdin' a grudge ain't how it happened (ha)
Spank a nigga, leave him in his kitchen (yeah)
Made nigga, raised way different than the average
My uncle brought his Stanley, trapped since the '70s, never ratted (FOREVEROLLING)
This shit run in my family, when it's pressure, I don't panic (no, I don't panic, nigga)
Served heroin on camera, behind they ranges in the alley (served heroin on camera)
F*ck it, I gotta have it, if they grab me, then they grab me (f*ck it, I gotta have it)
Plus, my young nigga want to quit badly
But don't nothin' else make him happy (but don't nothin' else make him happy)
Want me to encourage him with words
But ain't nothin' better than examples (ain't nothin' better than examples)
Plus, I can show you better
Than I can tell you about that action (better than I can tell you, you ain't shit, nigga)
Before I was a rapper, I was rappin' French Montana (I was rappin' French, nigga)
A bitch think she want a street nigga 'til she got him ('til she got me)
I'm Megan Head and I Glo or Sexy Redd and let her have it (oh, when I do it, mm, mm)
F*ck her two, three days, I ain't arguin' with you, bae
I'm outside gettin' in traffic (why would I do it? Why would I do it?)
Know I'm Mr. Make it Happen (you know it), Mr. 70 Under The Mattress (you know it, mm, mm)
When I first started rappin' (you know it), Mr. Monday, Wednesday, Saturday (you know it)
I ain't pray to God to get it, but I'll take it once I got it (you know it)
I told her this lil' thirty touch down, Thursday, I'm movin' to Atlanta (you know it)
I come from watchin' NOLA, hit his bag to serve his daddy (you know it, mm)
I'm so much of a factor, he had it on him, still was lackin' (you know it, mm, mm)
You told me what you asked when you stood close to me, we family (you know it, mm)
I'm annoyed I just went cold turkey off boy, my mind been scattered (you know it, mm)
You know if you just asked me, I would've told you how it happened (you know it, mm)
The fact I thought you actually loved me back what makes me madder (you know it, mm)
The fact I'll still answer, you called me back what makes me madder (mm)
I hope me showin' love, givin' a hug
Ain't how it happened (I hope me showin' love ain't how it happened)
I hope me thinkin' it's love goin' out to the club
Ain't how it happened (I hope me thinkin' it's love, go to the club ain't how)
I hope you sayin' it's straight, but holdin' a grudge
Ain't how it happened (it ain't how it happened)
You know lock it in in blood, if it mean forever, life and after (life and after that, you know)
Got me thinkin' 'bout Young Thug, after all he did for them, they still ratted (told on him)
Know them words bubbed and platted in the paperwork, they stamped it (you niggas scared)
My jersey in the rafters (yeah), I'm a Hall of Fame captain (I'm a Hall of Fame captain)
My name platinum (my name platinum), they can't take that one (they can't take)
But f*ck 'em if they could (f*ck 'em if they could)
Know my face card good (know my face card good)
I been straight since I paid eight hund' all nugs (since I paid, walkin' in)
I came up off crumbs, make that cake taste good (mm)
Take drugs, take hits, do your shit, I don't judge (do your shit, I ain't)
I did what I done off the strength off the love (I did what I did)
Let you run off on my plug, f*ck 'em, he ain't one of us (no)
No new members in the club (f*ck 'em), had to be down in that mud (f*ck 'em)
When my arm was in that rex, like a Barney puppet show for my son (show like power)
When it mattered who you was, or what you got or what you done (what you got or what you done)
Your name had to rung in the trenches where you from (had to rung in the trenches where you from)
I'ma reminisce just 'cause it'll never be how it was (it'll never be how it was)
When we was all one, it'll make you happy
I quit rappin' (it'll make you happy I quit rappin', for real)
The fact I thought you actually loved me back what makes me madder (what makes me madder, mm)
The fact I'll still answer
You called me back what makes me madder (that's what actually makes me madder, mm)
I hope me showin' love, givin' a hug ain't how it happened (ha)
I hope me thinkin' it's love goin' out to the club ain't how it happened (ha)
I hope you sayin' it's straight, but holdin' a grudge ain't how it happened (nah, nah, nah)
I hope me thinkin' it's love goin' out to the club ain't how it happened (ha)
I hope you sayin' it's straight, but holdin' a grudge ain't how it happened (ha)
Writer: George Stone, Kameron Johnson, Arda Turel, Mark Nikolaez, Jeffrey Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Free Leaf
Yeah, yeah, see an opp nigga in this bitch, point him out, what's up
My mama died, nobody cried for me, it took my pride from me (it took my pride from me)
Took a face shot, damn near blinded me (yeah)
I had 'em slidin' for weeks (FOREVEROLLING, had that nigga slidin')
Witness say she heard a rifle burst (yeah), sound like a hammer beatin' (bah)
Tires screechin', doors slammin', automatic, it ain't jammin'
My lil' nigga know I understand him (yeah), treat him like he family (treat him like we kin)
He been anxious and he don't want me to plan it (yeah)
He gon' get it handled (yeah, get him killed there)
I just put a t-shirt on my family (yeah), see what he can manage (brrt, brick on)
I'm the standard, I done earned my status (yeah), got myself established (I'm a big dog)
Was a plug before I was a gritter, drive it and then ship it (drive and ship)
Work my blender and my vacuum sealer, catch it in a pitcher (yeah, we chopped that nigga)
Trappin' vicious, boy and girl out the same kitchen, Caitlyn Jenner (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All crystals, water when he hit it, he feel like he swimmin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you hit it, they can tell the difference
Freaky finna hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, what's up, what's up)
Seven-six, it and still gon' be ignorant
He don't come from family (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, what's up, what's up)
Uh, re-up with a Richard Millie, head back to the city (head back to the city)
Don't play with me, better up your blicky (yeah) and you bet' not miss me (boom, boom, boom)
I'ma send it, every play, we blitzin' (yeah, yeah), don't be a statistic (yeah, don't be one)
Photogenic, I can see your picture (uh), t-shirt in the center (yeah, uh, I can see your picture)
If you see an opp nigga in this bitch, point him out (point that nigga out)
Twist your fingers up and let him know what you about (yeah, let him know what you about, yeah, yeah)
He know you will have them niggas
Sittin' out front his house (sittin' out front his house, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He was on that on the phone, but let's see if he on that now, uh (let's see if he's on that now)
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's-
My mama died, nobody cried for me, it took my pride from me (it took my pride from me)
Took a face shot, damn near blinded me (yeah)
I had 'em slidin' for weeks (FOREVEROLLING, had that nigga slidin')
Witness say she heard a rifle burst (yeah), sound like a hammer beatin' (bah)
Tires screechin', doors slammin', automatic, it ain't jammin'
My lil' nigga know I understand him (yeah), treat him like he family (treat him like we kin)
He been anxious and he don't want me to plan it (yeah)
He gon' get it handled (yeah, get him killed there)
I just put a t-shirt on my family (yeah), see what he can manage (brrt, brick on)
I'm the standard, I done earned my status (yeah), got myself established (I'm a big dog)
Was a plug before I was a gritter, drive it and then ship it (drive and ship)
Work my blender and my vacuum sealer, catch it in a pitcher (yeah, we chopped that nigga)
Trappin' vicious, boy and girl out the same kitchen, Caitlyn Jenner (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All crystals, water when he hit it, he feel like he swimmin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When you hit it, they can tell the difference
Freaky finna hit different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, what's up, what's up)
Seven-six, it and still gon' be ignorant
He don't come from family (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up, what's up, what's up)
Uh, re-up with a Richard Millie, head back to the city (head back to the city)
Don't play with me, better up your blicky (yeah) and you bet' not miss me (boom, boom, boom)
I'ma send it, every play, we blitzin' (yeah, yeah), don't be a statistic (yeah, don't be one)
Photogenic, I can see your picture (uh), t-shirt in the center (yeah, uh, I can see your picture)
If you see an opp nigga in this bitch, point him out (point that nigga out)
Twist your fingers up and let him know what you about (yeah, let him know what you about, yeah, yeah)
He know you will have them niggas
Sittin' out front his house (sittin' out front his house, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He was on that on the phone, but let's see if he on that now, uh (let's see if he's on that now)
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's-
Writer: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
It Ain't Work Yet
These Percs, yeah, yeah
Yeah, tryna ease my pain, that ain't workin', yeah, yeah, yeah
(FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck is niggas on? (F*ck is niggas on?)
F*ck you tryna get me on a song when you be tryna get on (you be tryna get on)
New ho wrong, she love my dirty drawers and know my money long (yeah, yeah, she love me)
If I come home without it one day then she might just love me wrong (she might just love me wrong)
I'm shittin' on these cowards, if I wasn't, then I wouldn't be on (I'm shittin' on 'em)
Two, three 'bows of water, four of ZaZa, I've been gettin' it on (yeah, I've been trappin')
Broke-ass nigga, quit hittin' my phone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas wouldn't help me sell a zone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I set up shop with so-and-so (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forced to switch my phone to dog (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I stood over stoves and all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I won't speak if I'm with Beach (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know my bro gon' help me get it gone (I get it sold)
I'ma be with him right or wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shoot somethin', we ain't fightin' at all (shoot somethin')
I'll bring it through the night if he call (the night)
Big nigga, they don't like me to ball (they don't like it)
Send the money and I'm sendin' it off (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sneak dissin' really pissin' me off (no, I ain't mad)
Hundred long, we been wipin' 'em off (no, I ain't mad)
Brodie with me with the pipe in the mall (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cash on me bustdown Rollie, I ain't scam
Punchin' petty, cutty hustlin' (no, I ain't like that)
Know I'm clean, baby, but this dirty money (this dope money)
Got buddy runnin', must've heard we comin' (yeah, he know that)
Hittin' aunties, uncles, we ain't sparin' nothin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
He a real flunky, he ain't scarin' nothin' (he a lame)
Let a nigga thump you, you gon' swear he jumped you (you a lame)
We ain't sneak nothin', so we need buddy (you a lame)
We in three buckets tryin' to sleep somethin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
This shit got me turnt (it got me turnt up), my new bitch so perfect (yeah, yeah)
I been takin' Percs to ease this pain, but it ain't work yet (it ain't work yet)
We shut all the opps up (we shut 'em up), they pray we get locked up (pray we get locked up)
I turned my whole block up (yeah), ain't no way they can stop us (yeah, yeah, nah)
This shit got me turnt (yeah), my new bitch so perfect (my new bitch so perfect)
I been takin' percs to ease this pain (yeah), but it ain't work yet (yeah, yeah, it ain't work yet)
Yeah, tryna ease my pain, that ain't workin', yeah, yeah, yeah
(FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
F*ck is niggas on? (F*ck is niggas on?)
F*ck you tryna get me on a song when you be tryna get on (you be tryna get on)
New ho wrong, she love my dirty drawers and know my money long (yeah, yeah, she love me)
If I come home without it one day then she might just love me wrong (she might just love me wrong)
I'm shittin' on these cowards, if I wasn't, then I wouldn't be on (I'm shittin' on 'em)
Two, three 'bows of water, four of ZaZa, I've been gettin' it on (yeah, I've been trappin')
Broke-ass nigga, quit hittin' my phone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas wouldn't help me sell a zone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I set up shop with so-and-so (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forced to switch my phone to dog (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I stood over stoves and all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I won't speak if I'm with Beach (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know my bro gon' help me get it gone (I get it sold)
I'ma be with him right or wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shoot somethin', we ain't fightin' at all (shoot somethin')
I'll bring it through the night if he call (the night)
Big nigga, they don't like me to ball (they don't like it)
Send the money and I'm sendin' it off (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sneak dissin' really pissin' me off (no, I ain't mad)
Hundred long, we been wipin' 'em off (no, I ain't mad)
Brodie with me with the pipe in the mall (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cash on me bustdown Rollie, I ain't scam
Punchin' petty, cutty hustlin' (no, I ain't like that)
Know I'm clean, baby, but this dirty money (this dope money)
Got buddy runnin', must've heard we comin' (yeah, he know that)
Hittin' aunties, uncles, we ain't sparin' nothin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
He a real flunky, he ain't scarin' nothin' (he a lame)
Let a nigga thump you, you gon' swear he jumped you (you a lame)
We ain't sneak nothin', so we need buddy (you a lame)
We in three buckets tryin' to sleep somethin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
This shit got me turnt (it got me turnt up), my new bitch so perfect (yeah, yeah)
I been takin' Percs to ease this pain, but it ain't work yet (it ain't work yet)
We shut all the opps up (we shut 'em up), they pray we get locked up (pray we get locked up)
I turned my whole block up (yeah), ain't no way they can stop us (yeah, yeah, nah)
This shit got me turnt (yeah), my new bitch so perfect (my new bitch so perfect)
I been takin' percs to ease this pain (yeah), but it ain't work yet (yeah, yeah, it ain't work yet)
Writer: George Stone III, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Louisville recording artist EST Gee delivers I Ain't Feeling You (Bonus Edition) via CMG / Interscope Records. The surprise expansion of his freshly dropped album includes four new tracks including "Flash” featuring rising Chicago rapper Bloodhound Q50 and Kanye West sample of "Flashing Lights”.
"Flash” only adds to I Ain't Feeling You's portfolio of vivid street tales, introspective storytelling, and dynamic punch lines. Lead single "The Streets” borrows from Playaz Circle's classic "Duffle Bag Boy,” "Plug Motivation” draws on Jeezy's great "Thug Motivation 101,” and "Do My Own Stunts” samples Lil Scrappy's "Head Bussa.” To mark the release, EST Gee joined The Breakfast Club for a candid talk about music, sports, and life.
A force to be reckoned with, EST Gee continues to win listeners by authentically, unflinchingly documenting day-to-day life in his hometown with a rumbling deadpan style that pairs perfectly with trap-infused Southern rap.
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EST Gee"Flash” only adds to I Ain't Feeling You's portfolio of vivid street tales, introspective storytelling, and dynamic punch lines. Lead single "The Streets” borrows from Playaz Circle's classic "Duffle Bag Boy,” "Plug Motivation” draws on Jeezy's great "Thug Motivation 101,” and "Do My Own Stunts” samples Lil Scrappy's "Head Bussa.” To mark the release, EST Gee joined The Breakfast Club for a candid talk about music, sports, and life.
A force to be reckoned with, EST Gee continues to win listeners by authentically, unflinchingly documenting day-to-day life in his hometown with a rumbling deadpan style that pairs perfectly with trap-infused Southern rap.
-theurbaninfluencer.com
Genre(s): Rap, trap-pop
Released: February 6th, 2025
Year: 2025