New crib in another state to duck off (duck off)
You gettin' on my nerves, bitch, f*ck off (f*ck off)
Runaway train, I done took off
I move with a purpose, give 'em the right influence, that's how I'm the big dog
I'm with the clappers, I better not throw a punch
Free all of the rappers (uh), hope they get a mistrial (yeah)
No more spendin' more than I'm savin', lettin' this shit pile (pile up)
Livin' kiddy, that shit was corny, I had to switch styles (styles up)
Eight M's on the crib come from Section 8, man, this shit wild (wild)
I took the lil' bros and I mold 'em, they know to hold it down (hold this shit down)
I got lots of dollars and yens, and a whole lot of pounds
I left the conditions you can't pay niggas to go around (round up)
We in Miami, PJ to the BP
I can't lie, this shit okay for me (sweet)
Locked in the studio all night, but she gon' wait for me (stay up)
She told me she treat you like a lame, but she don't play with me (no way)
She say I'm her favorite nigga (uh)
These niggas backwards
They get a lil' money, spend it all, and then they ask for some (how?)
I grew up with million dollar hitters, still ain't ask for nothin' (never)
F*ck it up, I probably get it for the summer
Run my money up in like a month or somethin'
I'm with the hustlers (real ones)
Runnin' circles 'round these rappin' niggas
No discussion from me (no)
I got niggas still stuck in the trenches, shit be f*ckin' with me
I was checkin' emails on the plane and she start suckin' on me
It ain't no buster in me, no
It ain't no tussle in me, bro
Pop up my leg, give her that dope
I done seen suckers turn to soldiers
I seen gangsters turn hoes
Ain't no rules inside the streets no more, anything goes
But I'm a diamond in the dirt, so I won't ever change roles
I been schoolin' niggas
Bad bitch, bad class, and all about her digits (brr)
Ten-fifty for a pound, I come from sellin' midget (mid)
Couple songs went diamond, I'm just gettin' started, shit big
Always run into problems 'cause I couldn't never sit still
Went five on a Brabus, but this one come with six wheels
Two hundred fifty mill', don't mention it 'less it's a big deal
I got a lil' percent (yeah), I could be sellin' bricks
You know the counter flick like diamonds, we call it fish
Raw smell like nail polish, you tryna give a fix?
Country boy keep callin', I'm tryna find the mix
Drop a zip, no soda, it come back twenty-six grams
Farm house in Selena, weed tall, like thirty mill' in WHAM
Talk myself into a dollar, I really got the gift of gab
This time, I'ma show 'em, get in a whole different bag
Everybody can talk it, but they ain't standin' how I stand up
Check all these
I'm turnin' up, more P's (yeah)
Lil Baby - Wham Album Lyrics
Lil Baby - Wham Lyrics
(Featuring Young Thug, Future, GloRilla, Rylo Rodriguez, Rod Wave, Travis Scott, 21 Savage)
Writer: Aaron Cheung, Dominique Jones, Nicholas David Lee
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dum, Dumb, and Dumber
[ Featuring Young Thug, Future ]
Frozen stones in the air, D's at the bottom
GA certified before I was GIA certified
Mr. M-In-Cash anytime you see me, you know?
Only a few rappers play a duck to catch a duck, you know?
Trickin' niggas who trickin' niggas, you know?
Supercar-drivin', Gulf Stream-flyin', designer-wearin' golden child, you know?
Wham (Wheezy outta here)
Let's go
Hoppin' off a plane to a Matchbox
Hundred times platinum, f*ck a plaque
Bulletproof the tires, run flat (I'm goin')
Cutthroat, I give her one chance (go 'head)
Slut her out and gave her one band (no problem)
Twenty-five cars, one man (I pop 'em)
Driveway like a mini dealership (come park it)
He went sour, cut the business with him (you bold)
Crack smoker, I was livin' with 'em (auntie 'nem)
Weird hoes, I ain't dealin' with 'em (can't see me)
Overseas, they love a real nigga (European)
She don't like it, but she deal with it (she stingy)
'Rari's back-to-back, that's tough (two million)
Hear us 'round the corner, that's us (skrrt)
Puttin' on stuff, best dressed (night time)
Flip phone, black Nike Tech (my kind)
We done done it all, what's next? (Too picky)
Boss Man, name on the checks (big business)
First one's come through trim (literally)
Dipset, Jim Jones baller (big bucker)
Life of a f*ckin' hustlerholic (I'm hustlin')
She know not to text me, I'ma call her (hush)
Bro in prison, livin' through a pack
Farewell, I don't see a scratch (real close)
She ain't mine if she don't got me tatted (no way)
OCD, need everything intact (clean up)
Bitches tryna play me like I'm wack (bitch, who?)
Real P, I bet' not go for that
Ridin' through the trey in all black
Pullin' up on Pluto in the 6 (bird gang)
Hood full of dope-slanging tricksters (my neighbors)
I come from that 4, I'm a real one (I came up)
Yeah, nigga, King Spider back
I don't even believe I was locked up, for real, for real
I was havin' my way the whole time, fool, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Two Lamb' coupes, four Lamb' trucks
Pullin' up, what the f*ck? (What the f*ck?)
Neck, wrist, fingers slush (eee)
Order hundred G's, that's us (hee)
New Rolls Cullinan truck (skrrt)
Dog on the side like a bus (yeah)
Shawty mad, ain't goin' back and forth (uh)
Never heard a rich nigga fuss (no)
Heard these niggas goin' out sad
'Rari truck came with a bag
Only f*ckin' overseas shit
These U.S. bitches kinda bad
College bitch, I made her leave a frat
F*cked my brother, gave the bitch a pass
Trappin' in the studio, I'm glad
Break a bale, the junkie get the trash (hee)
I was taught to pay a bitch to leave (yeah)
I go Birk', Chanel for the fleece (Birks)
Four 'em at a time like a sheikh (four)
I been on a boat, screamin', "Ski" (ski)
Yves Saint Laurent, they bring it to the beach (beach)
She was Portuguese and Middle East (woo)
She snorted off the ki' (snorted)
Got her screamin', "R.I.P. to Keed" (R.I.P. to Keed)
Niggas can't stand us (uh-huh)
Doggy, put your mans up (okay)
Walked her down in Lanvins (yeah)
Pocket full of grandparents (okay)
Old school, the Trans Am one (skrrt)
Cullinan, the ambulance one (skrrt)
You good, your mans can't come (yeah)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout nothin'
Yeah
Brr, brr, ski
Ayy, say gang
Pour it on thick like syrup
Elevator pad at the crib
Shopping bags all on the floor
Never seen me twice with a ho
Backyard vibes by the ocean
Driveway look like a car show
Three hundred-fifty million, I'm the G.O.A.T.
Custom leather Pucci on the door
Fifty birds of dog on my wrist
Cocaine jumpin' off my bitch
Thirty-two shots with the glitch
Talkin' Vicks, then we talkin' Chris
Micro mini' with a beam
Puttin' the side hoes in Celine
Geekin' off the millions like a bean
Push a button and make your mama grieve
Eat it up, she workin' for a boss
Out the country, livin' like a boss
Princess-cut and showin' all the flaws
Graduated, cookin' up the raw
Pushin' skateboard, Tony Hawk
Crankin' up the car when I talk
Alligator, Hermès stuff
Dropped they dollars on a truck
Codeine bottles, they for us
Put them legal sticks on the bus
Off tour, straight to the pent'
Three bad bitches gettin' hit
Solitaires made they eyes squint
Smell the dirty money through the vents
House full of dead presidents
Wham
Spider
Ayy, say gang
Writer: Dominique Jones, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Juke Wong, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
F U 2x
Yeah, everybody with me got motion, yeah
Moshpit, Baby, open it up (yeah-yeah)
Five in the mornin', open the club (let's go)
Ran out of ones, so I'm throwin' a dub (f*ckin' it up)
Clean as a whistle, straight from the mud (real mud)
She know she a dime, but I treat her like a dub
Went around the world, all I needed was a buzz (oh, yeah)
Tryna hang with us, you gon' have to have a plug
Question of the day, do I still sell drugs? (Do what?)
Yeah-yeah, motherf*cker, what you want? Pull up
I done had the baddest of the baddest put up (okay)
Every time I take a picture, throw the hood up (on God)
Every time it time to handle business, stood up (stacked)
Nigga think he runnin' off with mine, good luck
She know she the one, but I barely even call (yeah)
Fake good bitch, so I treat her like a dog
All fly shit, you won't catch her in the mall
Real dream team, me and Ced hoggin' ball
Twenty foreign cars, I ain't never gotta walk
Billionaire dollar lawyer, I ain't never gotta talk
Streets love me, ain't never fallin' off
Bought a Cartier bracelet, she don't never take 'em off
Claim to be a player, but I f*cked your wife (ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, f*ck your life (lil' boy)
All she want, a young nigga to f*ck her right (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah (yes, sir)
"Can't be f*cked with," my slogan, yeah (yes, sir)
Trap house bunkin', that's brodie (that's brodie), yeah
Make another hundred, I'm focused (I'm focused), yeah
Shawty rockin' with me, she'll hold a pack
White shit, thick like Doja Cat
F*ckin' up the money, you wrong for that (stupid)
Comin' through trim, we known for that (I do it)
You don't know another nigga like this, I'm him
I ain't f*ckin' with these bitches, fell back, they weird
Top tier women, I done had 'em on film
My brothers my brothers, I don't got no family (family)
Ridin' 'round the city with a chop' and a fin
Cross that line, shit, not gon' end (I ain't lyin')
I been T'd up since my first lil' ten
She was ridin' in the Uber 'til I put her in the Benz (big dog)
Real livin' legend, I had million dollar spots (you want)
Cocaine water, baking soda in the pot (whip up)
Whole lot of pounds, we ain't never runnin' out
Goin' baby lamb crazy, six thousand a pop (come trim)
A whole lot of hatin', niggas hopin' that you flop
Ol' broke-ass nigga, you need to go and get a job (broke)
Knowin' that your bitches start workin' with the cops (can't stop)
Talkin' to these bitches, it's the reason he got robbed
Claim to be a player, but I f*cked your wife (ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, f*ck your life (lil' boy)
All she want, a young nigga to f*ck her right (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
F*ck ya twice, P
I tell ya (hahaha), tell ya
Moshpit, Baby, open it up (yeah-yeah)
Five in the mornin', open the club (let's go)
Ran out of ones, so I'm throwin' a dub (f*ckin' it up)
Clean as a whistle, straight from the mud (real mud)
She know she a dime, but I treat her like a dub
Went around the world, all I needed was a buzz (oh, yeah)
Tryna hang with us, you gon' have to have a plug
Question of the day, do I still sell drugs? (Do what?)
Yeah-yeah, motherf*cker, what you want? Pull up
I done had the baddest of the baddest put up (okay)
Every time I take a picture, throw the hood up (on God)
Every time it time to handle business, stood up (stacked)
Nigga think he runnin' off with mine, good luck
She know she the one, but I barely even call (yeah)
Fake good bitch, so I treat her like a dog
All fly shit, you won't catch her in the mall
Real dream team, me and Ced hoggin' ball
Twenty foreign cars, I ain't never gotta walk
Billionaire dollar lawyer, I ain't never gotta talk
Streets love me, ain't never fallin' off
Bought a Cartier bracelet, she don't never take 'em off
Claim to be a player, but I f*cked your wife (ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, f*ck your life (lil' boy)
All she want, a young nigga to f*ck her right (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah (yes, sir)
"Can't be f*cked with," my slogan, yeah (yes, sir)
Trap house bunkin', that's brodie (that's brodie), yeah
Make another hundred, I'm focused (I'm focused), yeah
Shawty rockin' with me, she'll hold a pack
White shit, thick like Doja Cat
F*ckin' up the money, you wrong for that (stupid)
Comin' through trim, we known for that (I do it)
You don't know another nigga like this, I'm him
I ain't f*ckin' with these bitches, fell back, they weird
Top tier women, I done had 'em on film
My brothers my brothers, I don't got no family (family)
Ridin' 'round the city with a chop' and a fin
Cross that line, shit, not gon' end (I ain't lyin')
I been T'd up since my first lil' ten
She was ridin' in the Uber 'til I put her in the Benz (big dog)
Real livin' legend, I had million dollar spots (you want)
Cocaine water, baking soda in the pot (whip up)
Whole lot of pounds, we ain't never runnin' out
Goin' baby lamb crazy, six thousand a pop (come trim)
A whole lot of hatin', niggas hopin' that you flop
Ol' broke-ass nigga, you need to go and get a job (broke)
Knowin' that your bitches start workin' with the cops (can't stop)
Talkin' to these bitches, it's the reason he got robbed
Claim to be a player, but I f*cked your wife (ooh)
You ain't nothin' to a real hitter, f*ck your life (lil' boy)
All she want, a young nigga to f*ck her right (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
Middle fingers in the air, f*ck ya twice (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
F*ck ya twice, P
I tell ya (hahaha), tell ya
Writer: Dominique Jones, Hampton Sallee III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I Promise
Keep 'em on top when it's cold out
I call her pretty feet, she like to have her toes out
Got a thing for havin' a tan line, she follow the sunshine
Everything I rap be real life, I don't care for a punchline
Kinda small, but I be standin' up like a giant when it's crunch time
Yeah, yeah (crunch time)
Kinda small, but I be standin' up like a giant when it's crunch time (crunch time)
Yeah, mm
Hit up Elliot and get her some links, we rock 'til infinity
I don't care to have these women in my business, but I like your energy
Couple niggas probably felt like, "F*ck me," 'cause they can't f*ck with me
You ain't get money, you nothin' unless you stuck with me
Had a legendary run, we made heroin money off weed
I stop servin' and start rappin', them other niggas can breath now
I'm traumatized, my hand on my fire whenever I leave out
Used to think those bitches were for me, can't get a peep out me
Lately I been focused, spendin' overtime 'til I crash out
Straight drop, used to sell glass, now live in a glass house
This run from me, if you ain't a part of me, then you assed out (you assed out)
You don't gotta pour your heart out, all you need is someone solid
I promise you'll get over that shit (yeah)
I come straight up out a war-zone, I'm used to bein' scarred up
Can't lie though, that shit hurt a lil' bit (yeah)
You ain't never get your closure, now you out here movin' open
How the hell we let it come to this shit?
You know I be doin' my own thing, a foreign in the fast lane
Ain't never needed a nigga a lil' bit, yeah
You know I saved you, you wasn't nothin', I shouldn't said that
You shouldn't have made me, I seen the signs, but I still played it crazy
I iced you out and had you shinin', but you really shady
You brought it up a couple years ago, we still debatin'
We barely know each other names, how you gon' keep the baby?
I can't believe you ungrateful, I paid off your Mercedes
You came around a couple times, but we ain't never dated
I know that you was f*ckin' broke, but I ain't never say shit
The whole world can go sour on me, I'm never changin'
Locked and loaded, I'm ready to go, one in the chamber
You don't work no job, I take care of you, how you still complainin'?
Goin' on this run by myself, 'cause relationships get drainin'
Call me everything in the book, but you can't say I ain't solid
Once I block you, that mean I'm off you, don't be callin' private
Doin' better since I've been off your dark cloud
You love to see me down, but hate to see me smile
You don't gotta pour your heart out, all you need is someone solid
I promise you'll get over that shit (yeah)
I come straight up out a war-zone, I'm used to bein' scarred up
Can't lie though, that shit hurt a lil' bit (yeah)
You ain't never get your closure, now you out here movin' open
How the hell we let it come to this shit?
You know I be doin' my own thing, a foreign in the fast lane
Ain't never needed a nigga a lil' bit, yeah
I call her pretty feet, she like to have her toes out
Got a thing for havin' a tan line, she follow the sunshine
Everything I rap be real life, I don't care for a punchline
Kinda small, but I be standin' up like a giant when it's crunch time
Yeah, yeah (crunch time)
Kinda small, but I be standin' up like a giant when it's crunch time (crunch time)
Yeah, mm
Hit up Elliot and get her some links, we rock 'til infinity
I don't care to have these women in my business, but I like your energy
Couple niggas probably felt like, "F*ck me," 'cause they can't f*ck with me
You ain't get money, you nothin' unless you stuck with me
Had a legendary run, we made heroin money off weed
I stop servin' and start rappin', them other niggas can breath now
I'm traumatized, my hand on my fire whenever I leave out
Used to think those bitches were for me, can't get a peep out me
Lately I been focused, spendin' overtime 'til I crash out
Straight drop, used to sell glass, now live in a glass house
This run from me, if you ain't a part of me, then you assed out (you assed out)
You don't gotta pour your heart out, all you need is someone solid
I promise you'll get over that shit (yeah)
I come straight up out a war-zone, I'm used to bein' scarred up
Can't lie though, that shit hurt a lil' bit (yeah)
You ain't never get your closure, now you out here movin' open
How the hell we let it come to this shit?
You know I be doin' my own thing, a foreign in the fast lane
Ain't never needed a nigga a lil' bit, yeah
You know I saved you, you wasn't nothin', I shouldn't said that
You shouldn't have made me, I seen the signs, but I still played it crazy
I iced you out and had you shinin', but you really shady
You brought it up a couple years ago, we still debatin'
We barely know each other names, how you gon' keep the baby?
I can't believe you ungrateful, I paid off your Mercedes
You came around a couple times, but we ain't never dated
I know that you was f*ckin' broke, but I ain't never say shit
The whole world can go sour on me, I'm never changin'
Locked and loaded, I'm ready to go, one in the chamber
You don't work no job, I take care of you, how you still complainin'?
Goin' on this run by myself, 'cause relationships get drainin'
Call me everything in the book, but you can't say I ain't solid
Once I block you, that mean I'm off you, don't be callin' private
Doin' better since I've been off your dark cloud
You love to see me down, but hate to see me smile
You don't gotta pour your heart out, all you need is someone solid
I promise you'll get over that shit (yeah)
I come straight up out a war-zone, I'm used to bein' scarred up
Can't lie though, that shit hurt a lil' bit (yeah)
You ain't never get your closure, now you out here movin' open
How the hell we let it come to this shit?
You know I be doin' my own thing, a foreign in the fast lane
Ain't never needed a nigga a lil' bit, yeah
Writer: Collin Franken, Dominique Jones, Joshua Luellen, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Redbone
[ Featuring GloRilla ]
Y'all know how cold it is in, like, Antartica
Or, like, Alaska or, you know, like, like, an iceberg
You know how, how cold that is?
That's how cool I am on a bitch, for real, twin
Yeah, yeah, yeah (LeeBoy on the track)
They did not stop makin' bad bitches when they made you (on God)
Redbone, slim thick shit, she only twenty-two (true story)
Know she due for a lil' workout, pull up on me, Lululemon
Got a tan, I let her lay out by the pool, we got plenty
Soon as I lock in, I lock in, if I want it, I'm gon' get it
I'm so hood, nigga, so high-class, my 'Rari truck got rims
Like I'm paralyzed and my spine broke, can't turn my back on my twin
I'm so D-boy and I stay fresh, I went Louis Vuitton on my Timb'
I'm so damn smooth, I snipe shit, I ain't never speakin' on the business
She know she mine when I'm in town, you can have her back when I'm finished
They did not stop makin' bad bitches when they made you (on God)
Redbone, slim thick shit, she only twenty-two (GloRilla)
They did not stop makin' bad bitches when they made you (yeah, yeah, on gang, gang)
Redbone, slim thick shit, she only twenty-two (huh, huh, on gang, gang)
Hold up, stop the beat, Lil Baby, let me talk my shit
Ayy, my ex say I've been shittin' on him, I'm genuinely poppin' shit (ugh)
All my opps still broke as hell (damn), ain't that 'bout a bitch?
I don't do no young niggas, my youngest ho like thirty-six (on God)
Actin' stingy with the dick, he must don't think that I'm a whore (huh?)
They did not stop makin' good dick when they made yours (the f*ck?)
Better be lucky that I like you 'cause these niggas gettin' ignored
Boy, don't play with me, I get niggas, you like one of four, duh
I don't think about you hoes (no), I just think I'm the shit (on God)
Got no education, I walk in, I'm fresher than a bitch (stamp that)
Ain't beggin' no nigga to stay (the f*ck?), I'm quick to let him leave
Yeah, it's a million more bad bitches, but ain't none of them bitches me (on gang)
They did not stop makin' bad bitches when they made you (on God)
Redbone, slim thick shit, she only twenty-two (true story)
They did not stop makin' bad bitches when they made you (on God)
Redbone, slim thick shit, she only twenty-two
Get it, mama, have with fun with it
Get it, mama, have with fun with it
Get it, mama, have with fun with it
Get it, mama, have with fun with it
Writer: Dominique Jones, Gloria Woods, Leon Lightfoot III, Thomas Crimeni, Zeus Negrete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
By Myself
[ Featuring Rylo Rodriguez, Rod Wave ]
Yeah
Yeah, mm, mm
Hmm-mm
Yeah, yeah
We got pounds all on the counter
In the spot, watchin' the cameras
I ain't never scared to take a risk, I know life is a gamble
Can't believe they turned they back on me
They left my life in shambles
I got money, thought they'd be happy for me
They'd rather see me in shackles
Startin' the gas, I can't go backwards
Fifty mill' a year my average
Used to work that kitchen cabinet
Playin' the block, they used laugh at me (laugh at me)
Yeah, now I'm what they grab at (yeah)
Back then, they would laugh at me (yeah)
Now I'm who they grab at
Get my grandma whatever she want from me
'Cause she ain't gettin' no younger
Niggas actin' like they with you, turn your back, they'll put 'em on ya
Feel like the coldest nigga ever, I got permanent pneumonia
There was times I needed help, I had to do it on my own
I ain't cry, it made me strong
F*ck a nigga, I work my phone
They got jammed when we was younger
For fifteen years, D done been gone
I make sure I handle they lawyer fees
Determined to bring 'em home
They was hopin' to take me out
But I had made it through the storm
I'm like shoutout to my cousin, dog
He right there, I ain't even had to call (uh, I'm a country boy, don't wanna talk for long)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Had to cut my brother off, I can't believe you broke the law (niggas still sip codeine)
That shit really did somethin' to my head, yeah
Uh, okay
Got all of this money pilin', Lord, I wanna ball forever
You know I could really use Your help, yeah (really use Your help, yeah)
Thousand on a tractor-trailer, shoutout to my cousin, dog (yeah)
I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah (did it by myself, yeah)
Okay, time and time again, I gave you last chances
Uh, love life in the end, at least my pack landed (yeah)
Thousand on a tractor-trailer, shoutout to my cousin, dog
I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah (did it by myself)
Been off the pounds, we built for it, they touchin' the clipboard
Lil' broski represented himself
He had beat the feds, he ain't have a lawyer
Soon as we touchin' the airport, we duckin' the task force
Bro said he can't wait 'til he see Alabama like Travis Barker
My opps got security, but the .12 I'm rockin' with be Travis Hunter
I had zero to buy in fight night, I give allowances to my mama
From the projects to loadin' up a PJ, convicted felon
Since bro snitched on a dead man, he don't think it's tellin'
Can't believe my cousin, dog
Can't believe you took the stand
Can't believe my hood and I
Was a couple niggas, still shake his hand
Wanna make lil' Snoop a highlight tape, thank God he shook his hands
Had a thousand of 'em inside the trailer truck, he saw before they land
Soon as it touch down, hotel trap out of rooms
Shawty want me to pay to get her face beat, Metro Boomin
Postin' weed on your story, lucky the feds ain't tuned in
I was actin' like you know shit, she ain't even stole shit
Uh, okay
Got all of this money pilin', Lord, I wanna ball forever
You know I could really use Your help, yeah (really use Your help, yeah)
Thousand on a tractor-trailer, shoutout to my cousin, dog (yeah)
I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah (did it by myself, yeah)
Okay, time and time again, I gave you last chances
Uh, love life in the end, at least my pack landed (yeah)
Thousand on a tractor-trailer, shoutout to my cousin, dog
I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah (shoutout to my cousin, dog, did it by myself, yeah)
I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah, uh
I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah
I couldn't have did it by myself, yeah
Writer: Corey Moon, Dominique Jones, Dwan Avery, Rodarius Green, Ryan Adams, William Keating
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Due 4A Win
Ayy, ayy
I'm trappin' and rappin' again
Whatever I do, it's a trend (I swear)
I'm a hustler at heart, used to stand on the block
I was sellin' them three for the ten (bitch)
All the losses I took, I had turn them to lessons
I know that I'm due for a win (due for it)
Put a B on the front and a B on the back, I done factory Brabus the Benz (racks)
If you ain't havin' motion and all of your pockets ain't pokin', don't call me your twin
We do not go together but that my lil' partner and she let me slaughter her friends
New Ferrari, Bugatti, I bought her a watch in Bulgari, I'm bigger than big
These lil' rappers be thinkin' they up one because of these bitches, these hoes ain't nothin' to me
I'm a player at heart, I got pimp in my blood, if I tell her to jump, she say, "How high?"
My lil' brother a Baba, he practisin' Ifá, I tell him to get you, you're done for
I don't like bodyguards, they be all in your business, they might as well call us the gun club
Couple hitters behind me, some more in the middle and me and a ho in the front car
My lil' niece in a Goyard, my mama ain't workin' no job, so I gotta go hard
Niggas feel like you owe 'em, know damn well ain't did nothin' for you, man, that be the worst part
She know that she got water and I call her my little mermaid, I tell her to squirt for me
Rockin' leather like I'm in a bike club, while the chain hangin', my t-shirt got holes in it
From the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life
Don't compare me to those niggas (huh, what?)
(Don't compare me to those niggas)
From the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life
Don't compare me to those niggas
Turn my lessons to losses, I'm due for a win
Say I got lucky, I'm doin' it again
Take this shit over, I gave 'em a chance
She know I'm him, had a few of her friends
'Rari on 'Rari, that's me and Lil Dann
She was a seven, I took her to ten
Too big for the States, so I took her to France
I'm from the jungle, could live off the land (Wham)
She actin' like she that bitch on the 'Gram, but I really know what she'll do for two grand
I'm from Atlanta, ain't nothin' but house in the water, but we still got rich off the sand
Feel like a key, and big cuz got two lifes plus and some more, but he still gettin' rich in the can
I f*ck with shorty, help people, had found out about me, she ain't comin' off me still
Been through a lot, hardly ever gon' hear 'bout me trippin', I already know what it is
Bro caught him lackin', and told me your nose was runnin', you already know what he did
Rock in the A, got some more in L.A., and some more in Miami, I don't know how where I live
Act like you with it, I really watched niggas strip you out your boxers, you know you a bitch
Run the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats, they whole life
Don't compare me to those niggas
From the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life
Don't compare me to those niggas (huh, huh)
(Don't compare me to those niggas)
From the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life
Don't compare me to those niggas
I'm trappin' and rappin' again
Whatever I do, it's a trend (I swear)
I'm a hustler at heart, used to stand on the block
I was sellin' them three for the ten (bitch)
All the losses I took, I had turn them to lessons
I know that I'm due for a win (due for it)
Put a B on the front and a B on the back, I done factory Brabus the Benz (racks)
If you ain't havin' motion and all of your pockets ain't pokin', don't call me your twin
We do not go together but that my lil' partner and she let me slaughter her friends
New Ferrari, Bugatti, I bought her a watch in Bulgari, I'm bigger than big
These lil' rappers be thinkin' they up one because of these bitches, these hoes ain't nothin' to me
I'm a player at heart, I got pimp in my blood, if I tell her to jump, she say, "How high?"
My lil' brother a Baba, he practisin' Ifá, I tell him to get you, you're done for
I don't like bodyguards, they be all in your business, they might as well call us the gun club
Couple hitters behind me, some more in the middle and me and a ho in the front car
My lil' niece in a Goyard, my mama ain't workin' no job, so I gotta go hard
Niggas feel like you owe 'em, know damn well ain't did nothin' for you, man, that be the worst part
She know that she got water and I call her my little mermaid, I tell her to squirt for me
Rockin' leather like I'm in a bike club, while the chain hangin', my t-shirt got holes in it
From the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life
Don't compare me to those niggas (huh, what?)
(Don't compare me to those niggas)
From the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life
Don't compare me to those niggas
Turn my lessons to losses, I'm due for a win
Say I got lucky, I'm doin' it again
Take this shit over, I gave 'em a chance
She know I'm him, had a few of her friends
'Rari on 'Rari, that's me and Lil Dann
She was a seven, I took her to ten
Too big for the States, so I took her to France
I'm from the jungle, could live off the land (Wham)
She actin' like she that bitch on the 'Gram, but I really know what she'll do for two grand
I'm from Atlanta, ain't nothin' but house in the water, but we still got rich off the sand
Feel like a key, and big cuz got two lifes plus and some more, but he still gettin' rich in the can
I f*ck with shorty, help people, had found out about me, she ain't comin' off me still
Been through a lot, hardly ever gon' hear 'bout me trippin', I already know what it is
Bro caught him lackin', and told me your nose was runnin', you already know what he did
Rock in the A, got some more in L.A., and some more in Miami, I don't know how where I live
Act like you with it, I really watched niggas strip you out your boxers, you know you a bitch
Run the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats, they whole life
Don't compare me to those niggas
From the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life
Don't compare me to those niggas (huh, huh)
(Don't compare me to those niggas)
From the streets and them niggas been rappin' on beats they whole life
Don't compare me to those niggas
Writer: Aaron Gilfenbain, Dominique Jones, Emil Videnski, Jonathan Alexander Gabor, Nikita Spiridonov, Suren Harybian, Zeus Negrete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stiff Gang
Pulled up in a two-seater (coupe'd up)
Insides 'ghetti (spaghetti)
Money, let's get it (let's go, let's go)
Steppin' on the peasant (psst, yeah)
Do it 'cause I want to
I don't need the credit (I don't say nothin')
Eighty on the Kelly (worth some)
It match her aesthetic
Stiff gang on the bitch, don't approach me (nope)
I go up by the week, real motion (still runnin')
I can really play the game and coach it
I ain't dealin' hand to hand, I wholesale (real money)
Baked potato with everything on it (loaded)
Diamonds hittin', everything pourin' (can't focus)
Sent the Uber, get away from me (go 'head)
I'm a different vibe when that liquor hit (oh, yeah)
We can't be all on the 'Gram, no postin' (no position')
Motherf*cker in my hand, no holster (no holster)
Turnt up, young nigga, I'm the most (I'm the most)
Twenty vibes T'd up on the boat so I (skee)
Put it down for Atlanta like I'm So So Def
I know how to hit the gas when the coast is clear (I'm gone)
You know I know you a ho, nigga, so, so what?
Get it done by myself, don't need no co-conspirator
Thunderstorm when I come, I am so severe
They got brodie f*cked up, I'm lookin' out for them
Can't cry, I got tears drop in both my ears
I been f*ckin' up Mobil before the deal
When I'm done and I'm leavin', she know the drill
I put oil on them bricks, I got motor skills
I need racks every day, this shit cost to live
I catch her out of bounds, I'ma sock it to her
M's in offshore accounts like a soccer dude
I've been dead broke before, keep my pockets full
Throw a sixty on the Wock and I run a lil'
Know I made me a lot off a lil' nothin'
Couple zips of that raw and you blow it up
Set up shop anywhere, have you goin' up
Trench baby runnin' 'round in this foreign stuff
Pushin' packs of drugs in to New York
Rich junkie, addicted to blue bucks
Different mindframe, I grew up
Really Mr. Let-A-Bitch-Do-Her
Pretty shit debatin' 'bout who first
Bro, I'm not his twin, I don't know who worst
She'll sell her soul for some cheap purses
Sleepin' giant woke, I done resurfaced
Woke up in the Maybach with push curtains
We don't f*ck with him, he a goofy
Smooth, talk her right out a two-piece
2025, the new fleet
Kickin' shit with P, Bruce Lee
Bro know he a pack, LooseLeaf
Ridin' in the 'Cat, red key
Go and check the stats, I'm OG, yeah
Straight out the jungle, survival is a must
I want the cheese, my pockets stuffed crust
I'm bout to leave, she come and touch me up
Got her own business account, I'm the plug
I'm out in Vegas, blicky on my hip
Three-hunnid K to charge it, disappear
I really made it, I used to work a flip
I ain't gon' play, come through duckin' out the drip
Bro wanna take 'em to trial, let's do it
Know how to move, I locked in with the Jews
Passin' out Hermès for Christmas, I'm Scrooge
No, I can't lay down, I'm stickin' the moves
I like the way that she f*ck, she the coolest
My lil' shit, she love a hood nigga, they bougie
Did the do, put "The Great" on my tombstone
Hit him straight in his shit if he move wrong
Virgil Maybach, I'm swervin' in two-tone
Thirty deep in the spot like a group home
Drive her crazy, she think I put woo on her
We gon' lay, catch 'em lackin' and move on 'em
Yeah, I'm hot, check the temp', but I'm cool on it
Take some furs, I'm workin' my move on her
Give her curve, I'm puttin' that spin on
Out in Saudi, I'm pushin' a Franco (Wheezy outta here)
Insides 'ghetti (spaghetti)
Money, let's get it (let's go, let's go)
Steppin' on the peasant (psst, yeah)
Do it 'cause I want to
I don't need the credit (I don't say nothin')
Eighty on the Kelly (worth some)
It match her aesthetic
Stiff gang on the bitch, don't approach me (nope)
I go up by the week, real motion (still runnin')
I can really play the game and coach it
I ain't dealin' hand to hand, I wholesale (real money)
Baked potato with everything on it (loaded)
Diamonds hittin', everything pourin' (can't focus)
Sent the Uber, get away from me (go 'head)
I'm a different vibe when that liquor hit (oh, yeah)
We can't be all on the 'Gram, no postin' (no position')
Motherf*cker in my hand, no holster (no holster)
Turnt up, young nigga, I'm the most (I'm the most)
Twenty vibes T'd up on the boat so I (skee)
Put it down for Atlanta like I'm So So Def
I know how to hit the gas when the coast is clear (I'm gone)
You know I know you a ho, nigga, so, so what?
Get it done by myself, don't need no co-conspirator
Thunderstorm when I come, I am so severe
They got brodie f*cked up, I'm lookin' out for them
Can't cry, I got tears drop in both my ears
I been f*ckin' up Mobil before the deal
When I'm done and I'm leavin', she know the drill
I put oil on them bricks, I got motor skills
I need racks every day, this shit cost to live
I catch her out of bounds, I'ma sock it to her
M's in offshore accounts like a soccer dude
I've been dead broke before, keep my pockets full
Throw a sixty on the Wock and I run a lil'
Know I made me a lot off a lil' nothin'
Couple zips of that raw and you blow it up
Set up shop anywhere, have you goin' up
Trench baby runnin' 'round in this foreign stuff
Pushin' packs of drugs in to New York
Rich junkie, addicted to blue bucks
Different mindframe, I grew up
Really Mr. Let-A-Bitch-Do-Her
Pretty shit debatin' 'bout who first
Bro, I'm not his twin, I don't know who worst
She'll sell her soul for some cheap purses
Sleepin' giant woke, I done resurfaced
Woke up in the Maybach with push curtains
We don't f*ck with him, he a goofy
Smooth, talk her right out a two-piece
2025, the new fleet
Kickin' shit with P, Bruce Lee
Bro know he a pack, LooseLeaf
Ridin' in the 'Cat, red key
Go and check the stats, I'm OG, yeah
Straight out the jungle, survival is a must
I want the cheese, my pockets stuffed crust
I'm bout to leave, she come and touch me up
Got her own business account, I'm the plug
I'm out in Vegas, blicky on my hip
Three-hunnid K to charge it, disappear
I really made it, I used to work a flip
I ain't gon' play, come through duckin' out the drip
Bro wanna take 'em to trial, let's do it
Know how to move, I locked in with the Jews
Passin' out Hermès for Christmas, I'm Scrooge
No, I can't lay down, I'm stickin' the moves
I like the way that she f*ck, she the coolest
My lil' shit, she love a hood nigga, they bougie
Did the do, put "The Great" on my tombstone
Hit him straight in his shit if he move wrong
Virgil Maybach, I'm swervin' in two-tone
Thirty deep in the spot like a group home
Drive her crazy, she think I put woo on her
We gon' lay, catch 'em lackin' and move on 'em
Yeah, I'm hot, check the temp', but I'm cool on it
Take some furs, I'm workin' my move on her
Give her curve, I'm puttin' that spin on
Out in Saudi, I'm pushin' a Franco (Wheezy outta here)
Writer: Dominique Jones, Joshua Luellen, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
So Sorry
Yeah, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry
I thought you was my friend, I thought we was locked in
But that's what I get for always thinkin'
You really was my twin, I put overtime in
Been talkin' to God, tryna shake this feelin'
Got me tatted on your skin, I ain't tryna force it
I'm knowin' that all good things come to an end
I got so many questions, know you got the answers
But I just don't know how I should ask
Like what you was doin' when I called and you didn't answer?
I've seen the new Hermès on your arm, where you get that from?
And why are you always half naked up on your platforms
You told me he tried, but you ain't go, you think I'm that dumb?
You ready to see me movin' on, you think you that numb?
Why take advantage of a nigga who really cared for you?
I left ten thousand roses on the stairs for you
Hope you don't slip in and fall on my love
Take care of your bills, you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin'
Out with your friends on the first of the month
No inconsistence, I'm there for you constantly
Startin' to think you don't think you the one for me
Ain't talked in weeks, how the f*ck you gon' run from me?
You know what they sayin', but I'm sayin' it wasn't me
Always in bullshit, they say that you done for me
Without me, I don't see how you functionin'
Baby, let's get fly and go to a new planet, we won't see nobody
I'm with some known killers, and that shit on paper, brodie got four bodies
Remember my nose snotty, now I do two shows, and go cop a Bugatti
I know that you're so tired of hearin' my apologies, but, baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, let's get fly and go to a new planet, we won't see nobody
I'm with some known killers, and that shit on paper, brodie got four bodies
Remember my nose snotty, now I do two shows, and go cop a Bugatti
I know that you're so tired of hearin' my apologies, but, baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry
You only sorry because you got caught
I've seen you and him in some shit that I bought
Ain't trippin' about it, ain't sippin' about it
You know you the flyest, you really the one
Turn off my phone, get some peace on a island
She antisocial, with me she be wildin'
Cold blooded gangster, I still got emotions though
Vintage Chanel, we went shoppin' in Tokyo
Spendin' time with you, wine and dinin' you
Spend my life with you, I won't lie to you
I admire you, bust that fire for you
You ever been with a soldier?
I overly mold you, that other bitch old news
I know I was gon' have you one day, I told you
I'm not that guy they tryna make me, I showed you
I make the whole world talk 'bout you, I'll post you
I love on you hard, hope we don't grow apart
Buy every new car, just to say that you got it
I'm knowin' your size, I buy it and surprise
Everything we do private, let's go to Dubai
Baby, let's get fly and go to a new planet, we won't see nobody
I'm with some known killers, and that shit on paper, brodie got four bodies
Remember my nose snotty, now I do two shows, and go cop a Bugatti
I know that you're so tired of hearin' my apologies, but, baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, let's get fly and go to a new planet, we won't see nobody
I'm with some known killers, and that shit on paper, brodie got four bodies
Remember my nose snotty, now I do two shows, and go cop a Bugatti
I know that you're so tired of hearin' my apologies, but, baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry
Yeah
Baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry
I thought you was my friend, I thought we was locked in
But that's what I get for always thinkin'
You really was my twin, I put overtime in
Been talkin' to God, tryna shake this feelin'
Got me tatted on your skin, I ain't tryna force it
I'm knowin' that all good things come to an end
I got so many questions, know you got the answers
But I just don't know how I should ask
Like what you was doin' when I called and you didn't answer?
I've seen the new Hermès on your arm, where you get that from?
And why are you always half naked up on your platforms
You told me he tried, but you ain't go, you think I'm that dumb?
You ready to see me movin' on, you think you that numb?
Why take advantage of a nigga who really cared for you?
I left ten thousand roses on the stairs for you
Hope you don't slip in and fall on my love
Take care of your bills, you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin'
Out with your friends on the first of the month
No inconsistence, I'm there for you constantly
Startin' to think you don't think you the one for me
Ain't talked in weeks, how the f*ck you gon' run from me?
You know what they sayin', but I'm sayin' it wasn't me
Always in bullshit, they say that you done for me
Without me, I don't see how you functionin'
Baby, let's get fly and go to a new planet, we won't see nobody
I'm with some known killers, and that shit on paper, brodie got four bodies
Remember my nose snotty, now I do two shows, and go cop a Bugatti
I know that you're so tired of hearin' my apologies, but, baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, let's get fly and go to a new planet, we won't see nobody
I'm with some known killers, and that shit on paper, brodie got four bodies
Remember my nose snotty, now I do two shows, and go cop a Bugatti
I know that you're so tired of hearin' my apologies, but, baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry
You only sorry because you got caught
I've seen you and him in some shit that I bought
Ain't trippin' about it, ain't sippin' about it
You know you the flyest, you really the one
Turn off my phone, get some peace on a island
She antisocial, with me she be wildin'
Cold blooded gangster, I still got emotions though
Vintage Chanel, we went shoppin' in Tokyo
Spendin' time with you, wine and dinin' you
Spend my life with you, I won't lie to you
I admire you, bust that fire for you
You ever been with a soldier?
I overly mold you, that other bitch old news
I know I was gon' have you one day, I told you
I'm not that guy they tryna make me, I showed you
I make the whole world talk 'bout you, I'll post you
I love on you hard, hope we don't grow apart
Buy every new car, just to say that you got it
I'm knowin' your size, I buy it and surprise
Everything we do private, let's go to Dubai
Baby, let's get fly and go to a new planet, we won't see nobody
I'm with some known killers, and that shit on paper, brodie got four bodies
Remember my nose snotty, now I do two shows, and go cop a Bugatti
I know that you're so tired of hearin' my apologies, but, baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, let's get fly and go to a new planet, we won't see nobody
I'm with some known killers, and that shit on paper, brodie got four bodies
Remember my nose snotty, now I do two shows, and go cop a Bugatti
I know that you're so tired of hearin' my apologies, but, baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry
Baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so sorry
Yeah
Writer: Bryson March, Dominique Jones, Dwan Avery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stuff
[ Featuring Travis Scott ]
Thirty-six, zero waist
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist
Three on three, my type of date
Hot as stuff, I might be late (it's lit)
Hot as stuff, a eight by eight (straight up)
Stuff is stuff is stuff
Stuff is stuff is stuff (it's stuck)
Stuff is stuff is stuff (it's stuck, woo)
Two hundred hoes, thirty black trucks
All of us known for puttin' on that stuff
I let her go, ain't no handcuffs
I get a hard-on when them bands come (yeah)
These niggas too loose, need to tighten up
Took her to Hermès, got her items up
Boy they done f*cked up and let Spider home
Free the guys down the road, gotta hide the phone (ooh)
Had my name from the street, not a microphone
Ain't no sleep, she on toot, I took Adderall
Niggas act like they us, but they not at all
Copped the baddest shit and we forgot the call (yeah)
I put diamonds in my teeth like I'm Paul Wall
Pretty titties, her whole body so soft
Hold the back of her head 'til her jaw's locked
I don't care what he do, he a cornball
Extra layers, I'm dressin', I'm Stiff Gang
I'm the real, went two million on pinky ring
Come through pimpin' like Pinky without the cane
Niggas thinkin' they hot, but they Eddy Cane
I've been puttin' on this stuff since my baby frame
Walk around with a dollar, that's pocket change
Niggas think that you smart 'til you knock his brain
I done Brabus'd the Rover like I'm La Flame
Me and Skeet tryna see who the coldest shit
If I see her with bro, I don't know the bitch
Extra stuff every time, extra stuff every time
Extra stuff every time when I'm steppin' out
Put on stuff every time, put on stuff every time
Put on stuff every time when I'm steppin' out
Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist
Three on three, my type of date
Hot as stuff, I might be late (it's lit)
Hot as stuff, a eight by eight (straight up)
Stuff is stuff is stuff
Stuff is stuff is stuff (it's stuck)
Stuff is stuff is stuff (it's stuck, woo)
Breakin' the nine, inside the spot, you know three of them mine
You like 1OAK, it ain't one of a kind, three of a kind
Put on my ice, and all three of them blind
I put grease in my soda, I'm tryna get fried
She rockin' that outfit, she tryna get hired
Rubbers on rubbers, I never get tired
Bought her that ice and I know she still lyin'
Brought number one on the plane 'cause she fly
Bought number two on the whip she got drive
Bought number three of new Guc', she suck dick
Bought number four a new stick 'cause she fire
Bought number five shit, she number five, number five
Number five, number five, number five, number five
Yeah, one at a time
Yeah (one of a kind)
Yeah, yeah (bring 'em all, all, all of 'em)
Yeah (woo)
Eight by eight, thirty-six, zero waist
Three on three, my type of date
Hot as stuff, I might be late (it's lit)
Hot as stuff, a eight by eight (straight up)
Stuff is stuff is stuff
Stuff is stuff is stuff (it's stuck)
Stuff is stuff is stuff (it's stuck, woo)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer: Dominique Jones, Jacques Webster II, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Say Twin
No need for you callin' us twin 'cause we ain't ya twin (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
Them niggas done showed they hand, them niggas ain't in (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
I hop out the 'Bach, then hop in the 'Cat, yeah, I'm 'bout to charge 'em again (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
They did what they did, I did what I did, I guess it is what it is (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin (skrrt)
I'm a super speeder (skrrt)
I done broke the meter (let's go)
Diamonds dancin' on my clothes, this shit Aquafina
We in two different strikers (strikers)
Them two different lighters (lighters)
Turn my young bitch up (she up)
She like goin' viral (let's go)
I like flippin' chicks (chicks)
Whippin' and makin' it stretch
I'm a natural born hustler, I'm up a thousand bricks (no cap)
I'm playin' defense (D)
I'ma send a blitz
These lil' hoes ain't shit
Bitch, get off my dick
Pull up on me, twin (twin)
Walk down on 'em, twin (walk down)
They don't want it, twin
F*ck it, spin again (spin)
In this life of sin
Choppers F&Ns (N)
DOA out of here
Ride or die for my twin (let's go)
No need for you callin' us twin 'cause we ain't ya twin (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
Them niggas done showed they hand, them niggas ain't in (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
I hop out the 'Bach, then hop in the 'Cat, yeah, I'm 'bout to charge 'em again (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
They did what they did, I did what I did, I guess it is what it is (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin (skrrt)
Me and my bros identical, all of us that, we been this
All of these hoes be lyin' for somethin', weak-ass bitch ain't gave up nothin'
I set the tone and I raised the bar (I did)
New Bugatti my favorite car
Diamonds goin' up my sleeve (sleeve)
Ridin' 'round, pistols, ARPs
I don't fear nothing that bleed (on God)
See through hood, geeked up, Trackhawk
I can't turn on twin, that's law
Heard he got hit up, that's his fault
Need no friends, I'm cashin' out
Bad bitch with me, her ass is out
Twenty-five million, my cash amount
No hat
No need for you callin' us twin 'cause we ain't ya twin (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
Them niggas done showed they hand, them niggas ain't in (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
I hop out the 'Bach, then hop in the 'Cat, yeah, I'm 'bout to charge 'em again (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
They did what they did, I did what I did, I guess it is what it is (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin (skrrt)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
Them niggas done showed they hand, them niggas ain't in (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
I hop out the 'Bach, then hop in the 'Cat, yeah, I'm 'bout to charge 'em again (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
They did what they did, I did what I did, I guess it is what it is (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin (skrrt)
I'm a super speeder (skrrt)
I done broke the meter (let's go)
Diamonds dancin' on my clothes, this shit Aquafina
We in two different strikers (strikers)
Them two different lighters (lighters)
Turn my young bitch up (she up)
She like goin' viral (let's go)
I like flippin' chicks (chicks)
Whippin' and makin' it stretch
I'm a natural born hustler, I'm up a thousand bricks (no cap)
I'm playin' defense (D)
I'ma send a blitz
These lil' hoes ain't shit
Bitch, get off my dick
Pull up on me, twin (twin)
Walk down on 'em, twin (walk down)
They don't want it, twin
F*ck it, spin again (spin)
In this life of sin
Choppers F&Ns (N)
DOA out of here
Ride or die for my twin (let's go)
No need for you callin' us twin 'cause we ain't ya twin (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
Them niggas done showed they hand, them niggas ain't in (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
I hop out the 'Bach, then hop in the 'Cat, yeah, I'm 'bout to charge 'em again (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
They did what they did, I did what I did, I guess it is what it is (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin (skrrt)
Me and my bros identical, all of us that, we been this
All of these hoes be lyin' for somethin', weak-ass bitch ain't gave up nothin'
I set the tone and I raised the bar (I did)
New Bugatti my favorite car
Diamonds goin' up my sleeve (sleeve)
Ridin' 'round, pistols, ARPs
I don't fear nothing that bleed (on God)
See through hood, geeked up, Trackhawk
I can't turn on twin, that's law
Heard he got hit up, that's his fault
Need no friends, I'm cashin' out
Bad bitch with me, her ass is out
Twenty-five million, my cash amount
No hat
No need for you callin' us twin 'cause we ain't ya twin (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
Them niggas done showed they hand, them niggas ain't in (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
I hop out the 'Bach, then hop in the 'Cat, yeah, I'm 'bout to charge 'em again (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin
They did what they did, I did what I did, I guess it is what it is (shh)
Say twin, say twin, say twin, say twin (skrrt)
Writer: Dominique Jones, Tevin Blands, Zeus Negrete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Free Promo
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh (yeah), huh
Huh, huh, huh (yeah)
I done lost everything, I never lost my self-esteem (never lost)
Back and forth, up and down the streets, feel like a trampoline
You ever 'posed to go against me? Bitch, we on the same team (thought we was)
European spec' on, got no tints, they gotta see this shit (bitch)
I know them niggas never would've thought I could be this rich (I did it)
Trackhawk with them-, we come through on some Jeepers Creepers shit
You ready to go to war about her, you can keep the bitch (go 'head)
First to push the Spectre through the hood, I'm pushin' leadership (right on)
Stand up on they ass, can't f*ck around, not even a little bit (I wish I was)
Bottega her down, she run her mouth, she won't get hit again (I'll block her)
Snap a finger, crank up a few houses, get it lit again (I run the block)
You can't sell your shit again (you gotta stop)
Run it up, get rich again
I told her, "I'm nothin' like these niggas, bae, don't put me wit' 'em"
Fully electric, this the new one
Can't be f*cked with, pink and blue one
One of one, for real, I'll put it down, bro, I'm a big influence (no cap)
F*ck the opps, free all the shooters (they hoes anyway, yeah)
Is you stupid or you dumb, boy, boy?
Tell me how you wanna come, boy, boy
Brodie got rich off the run, boy, boy
You ain't shit without that gun, boy, boy
Had to crop a couple people out, they f*ckin' up the photo
I done let her come outside with gang and gave her lil' free promo
Bitches flawed, read 'em like a book, shoutout to the good ones
I be wired and f*ck 'round, get her took if she give me that look
It ain't none to turn her life up, a bitch can't treat me like I'm average
All she do is sub-tweet me, might as well put me as her avi'
I take care of all my bitches, so they treat me like I'm daddy
From the street, I got an advantage (I'm poppin')
We gon' eat, no understandin' (they food)
Me and bro been down since we was outside, flippin' on the mattress
We stay down, got off them packages
Now the plug can't even handle
In the Cybertruck, this red on red, on red look like an apple (ooh)
Still the one to get it crackin'
I go Ralo for my captions
They ain't think this shit can get this lit
I knew that it could happen (I can see the future)
I buy Louis just to have it (I do it)
He ain't do it, he be cappin' (I do it)
Really do this shit, I'm all in the rearview when we in traffic (I'm watchin')
All my new lil' shit Alaskan (burr)
That mean cold if you ain't catch it (burr)
Bought the Tourbillon today and then tomorrow play the Cactus
Them APs if you ain't catch it (AP), ARPs, shell catchers
I don't short 'em, I tell brodie them to-, they'll catch it (go kill 'em)
In the lead, they can't catch us
Let 'em breathe, I can't never
Is you stupid or you dumb, boy, boy?
Tell me how you wanna come, boy, boy
Brodie got rich off the run, boy, boy
You ain't shit without that gun, boy, boy
Had to crop a couple people out, they f*ckin' up the photo
I done let her come outside with gang and gave her lil' free promo
Bitches flawed, read 'em like a book, shoutout to the good ones
I be wired and f*ck 'round, get her took if she give me that look
Had to find myself, took some time to myself
It ain't meant if you slip away
Pushin' numbers on the block
I don't wanna text or talk
You be tryna f*ck up my day-ay
I can match it up for real
Really thinkin' nothin' fair
And I still don't feel no way
You know that ain't how it happened
Why the f*ck you out here cappin'?
I still don't got much to say
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh (yeah), huh
Huh, huh, huh (yeah)
I done lost everything, I never lost my self-esteem (never lost)
Back and forth, up and down the streets, feel like a trampoline
You ever 'posed to go against me? Bitch, we on the same team (thought we was)
European spec' on, got no tints, they gotta see this shit (bitch)
I know them niggas never would've thought I could be this rich (I did it)
Trackhawk with them-, we come through on some Jeepers Creepers shit
You ready to go to war about her, you can keep the bitch (go 'head)
First to push the Spectre through the hood, I'm pushin' leadership (right on)
Stand up on they ass, can't f*ck around, not even a little bit (I wish I was)
Bottega her down, she run her mouth, she won't get hit again (I'll block her)
Snap a finger, crank up a few houses, get it lit again (I run the block)
You can't sell your shit again (you gotta stop)
Run it up, get rich again
I told her, "I'm nothin' like these niggas, bae, don't put me wit' 'em"
Fully electric, this the new one
Can't be f*cked with, pink and blue one
One of one, for real, I'll put it down, bro, I'm a big influence (no cap)
F*ck the opps, free all the shooters (they hoes anyway, yeah)
Is you stupid or you dumb, boy, boy?
Tell me how you wanna come, boy, boy
Brodie got rich off the run, boy, boy
You ain't shit without that gun, boy, boy
Had to crop a couple people out, they f*ckin' up the photo
I done let her come outside with gang and gave her lil' free promo
Bitches flawed, read 'em like a book, shoutout to the good ones
I be wired and f*ck 'round, get her took if she give me that look
It ain't none to turn her life up, a bitch can't treat me like I'm average
All she do is sub-tweet me, might as well put me as her avi'
I take care of all my bitches, so they treat me like I'm daddy
From the street, I got an advantage (I'm poppin')
We gon' eat, no understandin' (they food)
Me and bro been down since we was outside, flippin' on the mattress
We stay down, got off them packages
Now the plug can't even handle
In the Cybertruck, this red on red, on red look like an apple (ooh)
Still the one to get it crackin'
I go Ralo for my captions
They ain't think this shit can get this lit
I knew that it could happen (I can see the future)
I buy Louis just to have it (I do it)
He ain't do it, he be cappin' (I do it)
Really do this shit, I'm all in the rearview when we in traffic (I'm watchin')
All my new lil' shit Alaskan (burr)
That mean cold if you ain't catch it (burr)
Bought the Tourbillon today and then tomorrow play the Cactus
Them APs if you ain't catch it (AP), ARPs, shell catchers
I don't short 'em, I tell brodie them to-, they'll catch it (go kill 'em)
In the lead, they can't catch us
Let 'em breathe, I can't never
Is you stupid or you dumb, boy, boy?
Tell me how you wanna come, boy, boy
Brodie got rich off the run, boy, boy
You ain't shit without that gun, boy, boy
Had to crop a couple people out, they f*ckin' up the photo
I done let her come outside with gang and gave her lil' free promo
Bitches flawed, read 'em like a book, shoutout to the good ones
I be wired and f*ck 'round, get her took if she give me that look
Had to find myself, took some time to myself
It ain't meant if you slip away
Pushin' numbers on the block
I don't wanna text or talk
You be tryna f*ck up my day-ay
I can match it up for real
Really thinkin' nothin' fair
And I still don't feel no way
You know that ain't how it happened
Why the f*ck you out here cappin'?
I still don't got much to say
Writer: Dominique Jones, Marko Andrej, Peter Gogola, Zeus Negrete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Outfit
[ Featuring 21 Savage ]
Yeah, 100K light, that's just travel to me (check, please)
I ain't goin' back and forth, bitch, I'm capital P
Ain't dropped a song when my trap still on beat
We got three thousand pounds, how the f*ck we gon' speak?
Lost a few guys, but I ain't lose no sleep
Ain't no roof on this 'Rari, ain't duckin' no beef (what else?)
I'm the big dog, niggas puppies to me (what?)
That's my shit, but she can't be in public with me
F*ckin' these bitches ain't nothin' to me
I had pretty shit when it was ugly for me (on God)
Real hustler, I am (am)
I could send a pack all the way to Thailand (Thailand)
He can't do nothin' for you, but I can (I'm him, I can)
Bulletproof, that wherever I land at
In the hood where I'm high in demand at (demand)
Ten whole summers, no fumbles, I ran that
Pillow talkin' to hoes got your man jacked
All that hidin' in the house got your man stamped
Baby land, we done sold out of WHAM pack (gone)
Certified, came home servin' 'em gram sacks
"Go get rich or die tryin'," I chance that (chance it)
I took off, but I still sent a hand back (a hand)
Give the trenches some hope
Put it on like I'm still sellin' dope, the new 'Rari a four door (four door)
Me and bae on the yacht with some hoes
When we done, call 'em over and go eat at Komodo
In Skyami, I move like a pope now
She a good one, but love to get choked out (come here)
I make anywhere turn to a dope house
In the mix, but I'm keepin' my folks out it, yeah
Hoppin' out a Lambchop
Hotter than Atlanta
Someone cut the fan on
Whole lot of bands on me, yeah
Shirt two thousand, jeans six thousand
Kicks two thousand, dime on the outfit
Dice game geeked up, Cadillac, V-truck
Track' with the kill switch, all that type shit
Bought a 'Rari, I'm rich, I ain't rent one
I'm on Candler where I get my tint done
If she askin' for money, I send some
Get her hair and her nails, and her hips done
All the trucks be P, we got ten of 'em
When you talk 'bout a real one, I been one
If you point out a opp, I'ma spin one
We give all of 'em belt, nigga, then some
Niggas goin' back and forth, ain't none of that
If she fine and she thick, I'ma double-tap
Put a switch on the back, gotta double-tap
Get him smacked, turn around, give his brother dap
G-Block, cutthroat, where they thuggin' at
It's a few rap niggas that'll never rat
I'm one, engineer, this where you cut it at
All the fans and the blogs need to study that
Super Saiyan from the back, I go ku'
She a rachet-ass bitch, put her on Zeus
I'm a player, I'll run through the whole crew
Brought Drac' with me and it know kung fu
If I hit him in the jaw, then he gon' sue
Colored diamonds in the Richard like Hi-Chews
She like, "How the car barkin'?" Ain't no roof
When you suck me, I don't wanna feel no tooth
Nigga, f*ck your big dog, say you know who
We got sticks for them niggas and smoke too
Need to call the opps vibes, they hoes too
Probably wouldn't step on shit with a old shoe
I got rich and I iced out the whole zoo
If she bad and she quiet, I go through
Slow music, she f*ckin' me slow too
I'm an R&B nigga off Pro Tools
If it's war with us, you probably gon' lose
From Atlanta, ain't playin' by no rules
Catch him at the red light, nigga, don't snooze
Glock .40, Gen5, nigga, don't move
Bulletproof Maybach, put it on cruise
Take a nigga main bitch, put her on the crew
On your knees, don't stop, let me see a bruise
You might get a Kelly bag if you make it ooze
Hoppin' out a Lambchop
Hotter than Atlanta
Someone cut the fan on
Whole lot of bands on me, yeah
Shirt two thousand, jeans six thousand
Kicks two thousand, dime on the outfit
Dice game geeked up, Cadillac, V-truck
Track' with the kill switch, all that type shit
Writer: Dominique Jones, Ethan Hayes, Joshua Sivilay Taylor, Mateen Kyle Niknam, Nikita Murenets, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Zeus Negrete
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Drugs Talkin
Oh, wow, yeah, oh, wow, yeah
Oh, wow, oh, wow (yeah), oh, wow, oh, wow
Oh, yeah
Let's go to Jamaica, baby (let's get away)
Walk around the villa naked (it's your house)
Make you cum, you don't gotta fake it
Have the deepest conversations (what's in your head?)
Breakfast ready when we wake up (come here)
Pretty skin, don't put on makeup (you flawless)
Sex each other down and lay up
Alcohol, I'll be your chaser
Love it when you say, "My man"
Havin' time with all your friends
She the one and I'm her fan
Gangsta, but I'm so romantic
I look forward to meeting your family (yeah)
Condo for us in Miami (sky)
Super sweet, she my eye candy (my eye)
Handle me with care, I'm damaged (damaged)
Respectful always, I got manners (let's go)
Audemar on, she so fancy (you trim)
His and hers, we both got Pateks
Keep my guard up, I can't chance it (stop it)
Birds fly, but ain't no landin' (landin')
Glock on me, protect the brand (the brand)
I was taught don't show my hand
Ain't no fallin' off, I'm stan' ('din tall)
I feel like the drugs talkin' to me (it gotta be the drugs)
I feel like the drugs talkin' to me (it's just gotta be the drugs)
I feel like the drugs started gettin' in my head
I know it's that alcohol talkin' (baby, it's that liquor)
I know it's that alcohol talkin' (baby, it's that liquor)
I know it's that alcohol tellin' me you miss me (baby, it's that liquor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off a lil' bit, I got loose screws (okay)
You miss me and I miss you too (you too)
I can be Rashad, you New New (New New)
Money makin', I'm a guru
Pop a Perc' to change my mood (mood)
Catch a tan, layin' by the pool
You that one thing I can't shake
Feel that's why I feed you grapes (grapes)
Actin' tough, I make you break (break)
Ride it while I hold your waist (waist)
Love it when you make them faces (faces)
Tell me that it's mine, don't play (play)
Debit card linked to my savings, you ain't gotta wait, just pay (pay)
Alcohol and drugs, we faded (faded)
I can barely feel my face
Yeah (yeah)
I feel like the drugs talkin' to me (it gotta be the drugs)
I feel like the drugs talkin' to me (it's just gotta be the drugs)
I feel like the drugs started gettin' in my head
I know it's that alcohol talkin' (baby, it's that liquor)
I know it's that alcohol talkin' (baby, it's that liquor)
I know it's that alcohol tellin' me you miss me (baby, it's that liquor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, wow, oh, wow (yeah), oh, wow, oh, wow
Oh, yeah
Let's go to Jamaica, baby (let's get away)
Walk around the villa naked (it's your house)
Make you cum, you don't gotta fake it
Have the deepest conversations (what's in your head?)
Breakfast ready when we wake up (come here)
Pretty skin, don't put on makeup (you flawless)
Sex each other down and lay up
Alcohol, I'll be your chaser
Love it when you say, "My man"
Havin' time with all your friends
She the one and I'm her fan
Gangsta, but I'm so romantic
I look forward to meeting your family (yeah)
Condo for us in Miami (sky)
Super sweet, she my eye candy (my eye)
Handle me with care, I'm damaged (damaged)
Respectful always, I got manners (let's go)
Audemar on, she so fancy (you trim)
His and hers, we both got Pateks
Keep my guard up, I can't chance it (stop it)
Birds fly, but ain't no landin' (landin')
Glock on me, protect the brand (the brand)
I was taught don't show my hand
Ain't no fallin' off, I'm stan' ('din tall)
I feel like the drugs talkin' to me (it gotta be the drugs)
I feel like the drugs talkin' to me (it's just gotta be the drugs)
I feel like the drugs started gettin' in my head
I know it's that alcohol talkin' (baby, it's that liquor)
I know it's that alcohol talkin' (baby, it's that liquor)
I know it's that alcohol tellin' me you miss me (baby, it's that liquor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Off a lil' bit, I got loose screws (okay)
You miss me and I miss you too (you too)
I can be Rashad, you New New (New New)
Money makin', I'm a guru
Pop a Perc' to change my mood (mood)
Catch a tan, layin' by the pool
You that one thing I can't shake
Feel that's why I feed you grapes (grapes)
Actin' tough, I make you break (break)
Ride it while I hold your waist (waist)
Love it when you make them faces (faces)
Tell me that it's mine, don't play (play)
Debit card linked to my savings, you ain't gotta wait, just pay (pay)
Alcohol and drugs, we faded (faded)
I can barely feel my face
Yeah (yeah)
I feel like the drugs talkin' to me (it gotta be the drugs)
I feel like the drugs talkin' to me (it's just gotta be the drugs)
I feel like the drugs started gettin' in my head
I know it's that alcohol talkin' (baby, it's that liquor)
I know it's that alcohol talkin' (baby, it's that liquor)
I know it's that alcohol tellin' me you miss me (baby, it's that liquor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Dominique Jones, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Jayden Christodoulou, Zeus Negrate
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Streets Colder
They might have a lot to say, but ain't gon' never face you
You gotta learn to embrace it, don't let it break you (let this shit break you)
It's hard as hell tryna make it, even hard to save me (tried to save me)
Started off in the trap house and took it major (major)
Got a gang task' tryna f*ck us off, switched up my whole entourage
Puttin' all my hundreds up only, only usin' my company card
Shawty spread her bullshit, won't speak about the better part
Took it from a block to a two hundred foot yacht
Everything good when it's good until it's not
Got my mind on my money, I ain't thinkin' 'bout no thot
'Posed to be keep it low-key, this bitch tryna get caught
She knowin' if she get seen out with P, it take her stock up
Had to get outside my comfort zone, I'm on it, now I'm focused
I was startin' to feel stagnant, I had to switch the motion
Two hundred in Chanel, how the f*ck she ain't gon' post it?
I hit her in a Rolls-Royce one time, and then I ghosted her
I'm overly the coldest
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Streets gettin' colder and colder (they cold)
Streets gettin' colder and colder (this shit too cold)
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Brodie damn near lost his marbles, takin' Percs, I helped him shake back
Cuz told me he ain't never gettin' no job, he rockin' face tat'
And my other cousin caught two homicides, I really hate that (uh)
Tryna get away like tryna find a needle in a haystack
Give a damn if I'm rich, I give you a loan, I want it paid back
Lately, I been on business time, got a driver in a Maybach
Niggas 'posed to be gangsters postin' like bitches, man, I hate that
I'm a product of poverty, know how to polish this shit up
My lil' niece and my nephew them got they college funds tucked
I'ma practice, so I master it, I ain't dependin' on no luck
I was goin' through some stuff and didn't want to rap, almost said, "F*ck it"
They been patiently waitin' on me, I gotta turn up
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Streets gettin' colder and colder
You gotta learn to embrace it, don't let it break you (let this shit break you)
It's hard as hell tryna make it, even hard to save me (tried to save me)
Started off in the trap house and took it major (major)
Got a gang task' tryna f*ck us off, switched up my whole entourage
Puttin' all my hundreds up only, only usin' my company card
Shawty spread her bullshit, won't speak about the better part
Took it from a block to a two hundred foot yacht
Everything good when it's good until it's not
Got my mind on my money, I ain't thinkin' 'bout no thot
'Posed to be keep it low-key, this bitch tryna get caught
She knowin' if she get seen out with P, it take her stock up
Had to get outside my comfort zone, I'm on it, now I'm focused
I was startin' to feel stagnant, I had to switch the motion
Two hundred in Chanel, how the f*ck she ain't gon' post it?
I hit her in a Rolls-Royce one time, and then I ghosted her
I'm overly the coldest
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Streets gettin' colder and colder (they cold)
Streets gettin' colder and colder (this shit too cold)
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Brodie damn near lost his marbles, takin' Percs, I helped him shake back
Cuz told me he ain't never gettin' no job, he rockin' face tat'
And my other cousin caught two homicides, I really hate that (uh)
Tryna get away like tryna find a needle in a haystack
Give a damn if I'm rich, I give you a loan, I want it paid back
Lately, I been on business time, got a driver in a Maybach
Niggas 'posed to be gangsters postin' like bitches, man, I hate that
I'm a product of poverty, know how to polish this shit up
My lil' niece and my nephew them got they college funds tucked
I'ma practice, so I master it, I ain't dependin' on no luck
I was goin' through some stuff and didn't want to rap, almost said, "F*ck it"
They been patiently waitin' on me, I gotta turn up
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Streets gettin' colder and colder
Writer: Bryson March, Dominique Jones, Dwan Avery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
WHAM (an acronym for Who Hard as Me) is the fourth studio album by American rapper Lil Baby. It was released through Quality Control Music, Motown, Glass Window Entertainment, and Wolfpack on January 3, 2025. The album features guest appearances from Young Thug, Future, GloRilla, Rylo Rodriguez, Rod Wave, Travis Scott, and 21 Savage.
Production was handled by several producers including ATL Jacob, Frankie Bash, London on da Track, Southside, Wheezy, and others. It serves as the follow-up to Lil Baby's previous album, It's Only Me (2022), and is the fourth and final installment of his Hard series.
The song "Dum, Dumb, and Dumber" features rappers Future and Young Thug. It marks Young Thug's first verse since being released from prison.
On the second verse of the track "Running Shit", Lil Baby disses rapper Gunna, accusing him of being "a rat".
WHAM debuted atop the US Billboard 200 during the chart week dated January 18, 2025, earning 140,000 album-equivalent units (including 50,000 pure album sales) in its first week of availability in the United States. The album earned a total of 119.77 million official streams for its tracks. It is Lil Baby's fourth US number-one album.
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Lil BabyProduction was handled by several producers including ATL Jacob, Frankie Bash, London on da Track, Southside, Wheezy, and others. It serves as the follow-up to Lil Baby's previous album, It's Only Me (2022), and is the fourth and final installment of his Hard series.
The song "Dum, Dumb, and Dumber" features rappers Future and Young Thug. It marks Young Thug's first verse since being released from prison.
On the second verse of the track "Running Shit", Lil Baby disses rapper Gunna, accusing him of being "a rat".
WHAM debuted atop the US Billboard 200 during the chart week dated January 18, 2025, earning 140,000 album-equivalent units (including 50,000 pure album sales) in its first week of availability in the United States. The album earned a total of 119.77 million official streams for its tracks. It is Lil Baby's fourth US number-one album.
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Featuring: Young Thug, Future, GloRilla, Rylo Rodriguez, Rod Wave, Travis Scott, 21 Savage
Genre(s): Hip-hop
Producer(s): Aaron Paris, Andyr, ATL Jacob, BeatsByTaz, BlayzeBeats, B. Mar, DJ Champ, DJ Moon, Elementry, Emildollaz, Frankie Bash, Getro, Haze, Hurtboy AG, JG, Josh Taylor, Juke Wong, King LeeBoy, Krazy Mob, London on da Track, Nick Lee, Peeb, Southside, Splited Stupid, T95, That Boy Daymon, Wheezy, Williskeating, ZtheSavage
Released: January 3rd, 2025
Year: 2025