Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy, CGM, where you at?)
I cash her out, but I never committed (Perfect), I did it for— ayy
I cash her out, but I never committed, I did it for me, but it's more for yourself
I got that paper and turned to a villain, the house full of people, I'm still by myself
Did what you did, I'ma do what I do
Ayy, ayy, I got, I got
I got Ski 'nem on they way for that
Smoke be free, but you pay for that
Said her name, and I'm lame for that
Love so strong, can't take it back
I'm in the mix in a random city
Runnin' from trouble and bringin' it with me
They got good strippers, I make it a home
Like her enough, probably makin' a song
Straight from the heart, but you takin' it wrong, ayy, ayy
I gotta do it myself, I told my brother I'm payin' to get him
Big bro can't come 'round, gotta be that way, gotta stay that way
Whole time, I was in town, if you check my page, it'll say L.A
She wanna be on my side, I do too, just say your prayer
All jokes aside, I'm rich
And everything I do out of love
And everything I do 'bout pape'
Only thing assistin' is the drugs
That's my son, but he too grown
Gotta move back here 'cause you move wrong
Everything look cheap, like a two-tone
I been wonderin' how I made the fans moshpit
I be thinkin' 'bout what type of car to get
Still got the wrong time on the watch, shit
Ayy, I'm in the mix, what's new? It's Tune, haha
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I cash her out, but I never committed, I did it for me, but it's more for your— uh
I cash her out, but I never committed, I did it for me, but it's more for yourself
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I cash her out, but I never committed, I did it for me, but it's more for your— uh
I got that paper and turned to a villain, the house full of people, I'm still by myself
Ayy, I got Ski 'nem on they way for that
I got—
Topski, nigga, not Ski
Thumbs down to everybody
Lucki - Gemini! Album Lyrics
Lucki - Gemini! Lyrics
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Ayy, ayy
Shit ain't 'bout nothing, I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level
You can't play it how I play it
She got that from-, she got that from Topski, by the way
F*cked a birdie in the Hawk, that was just the other day
Wide body, by the way, so of course we both lanes
I be slurring when I talk, but it's gon' matter what I say
Hoe, don't care about a thot, care 'bout what you wanna pay
I'm embarrassed of the lean, different PT by the day
Twin, I miss you, by the way, you could be here by today
If you see me take a picture, in a Trackie or Bentayga
Niggas first round bust down, ain't even wanna play
I got money in a vault, I got money just to play
We'll play you like you soft if you ain't slimier than me
It's this thing of ours what the mafia'll say
I can take you to the boss, but they gon' tell you, "Follow me"
I'm Topski slatt, no make-believe rap
I'm buyin' hoes bags and my sodas bleedin' racks
I can't come down for a f*ckin' reject
I'm too damn high, and they givin' feedback
She'll still be ours, but I'm the one who need that
I'm Topski slatt
And I got mil's stacked, you dig what I'm sayin'?
On top the building
Ayy, ayy
Shit ain't 'bout nothin', I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level
You can't play it how I play it
She got that from-, she got that from Topski, by the way
F*cked a birdie in the Hawk, that was just the other day
Ayy, ayy, all me, by the way
She got that from Topski, by the way
Shit ain't 'bout nothing, I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level
You can't-
Shit ain't 'bout nothing, I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level
You ain't play it how I play it
She got that from-, she got that from Topski, by the way
She got that from Top-, by the way
Shit ain't 'bout nothing, I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level
You can't play it how I play it
She got that from-, she got that from Topski, by the way
F*cked a birdie in the Hawk, that was just the other day
Wide body, by the way, so of course we both lanes
I be slurring when I talk, but it's gon' matter what I say
Hoe, don't care about a thot, care 'bout what you wanna pay
I'm embarrassed of the lean, different PT by the day
Twin, I miss you, by the way, you could be here by today
If you see me take a picture, in a Trackie or Bentayga
Niggas first round bust down, ain't even wanna play
I got money in a vault, I got money just to play
We'll play you like you soft if you ain't slimier than me
It's this thing of ours what the mafia'll say
I can take you to the boss, but they gon' tell you, "Follow me"
I'm Topski slatt, no make-believe rap
I'm buyin' hoes bags and my sodas bleedin' racks
I can't come down for a f*ckin' reject
I'm too damn high, and they givin' feedback
She'll still be ours, but I'm the one who need that
I'm Topski slatt
And I got mil's stacked, you dig what I'm sayin'?
On top the building
Ayy, ayy
Shit ain't 'bout nothin', I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level
You can't play it how I play it
She got that from-, she got that from Topski, by the way
F*cked a birdie in the Hawk, that was just the other day
Ayy, ayy, all me, by the way
She got that from Topski, by the way
Shit ain't 'bout nothing, I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level
You can't-
Shit ain't 'bout nothing, I can't count up if I'm runnin' different level
You ain't play it how I play it
She got that from-, she got that from Topski, by the way
She got that from Top-, by the way
Writer: Lucki Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
CTA 2 Bach
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Cash make everything go my way
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot
Just enough to remember my face
I used to rap on the bus
My truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank
Whatever you need, it's for us
We punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the way
I put a bitch in Marine Serre
However you say it, that's back in the day
She want to twin and the matchin' Balenci'
The bitch want the gang to call her gang
Real pretty ho, I salute
You gather your troops, surround these waves, get ranked
Think I just got déjà vu
I did this before, and y'all both had the same name
I bought that Lamb' for you
I barely had one and I know that drive you brazy
Shit, Dan said I changed, I feel him
Too slime, no Boog, gang with me
Too slime, no Pop on the stand
I'm God, I'm Satan on Xans
Nigga still do a Track' over Benz
We rich, but we miss our friends
If they was here, we would probably bump heads
You ain't rich if it ain't got to your head
Saw your text, and it's better on read
I flex, and you better off dead
Niggas broke, can't bap on fam'
Shit, shit, twenty mil' off rap, I'm serious
I ain't even think hard on the lyrics
I was sick 'bout that ho, but I cured it
My neighbors, they hate my Track'
But they never be complainin' 'bout the Urus
That drank shit cap feel like Act'
New red don't even taste like syrup
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot
Just enough to remember my-, ayy, ayy
I make everything go my way
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot
Just enough to remember my face
I used to rap on the bus
My truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank
Whatever you need, it's for us
We punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the-, ayy
I make everything go my way, ayy
I make-, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy
I make everything go my way
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ha-ha
Cash make everything go my way
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot
Just enough to remember my face
I used to rap on the bus
My truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank
Whatever you need, it's for us
We punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the way
I put a bitch in Marine Serre
However you say it, that's back in the day
She want to twin and the matchin' Balenci'
The bitch want the gang to call her gang
Real pretty ho, I salute
You gather your troops, surround these waves, get ranked
Think I just got déjà vu
I did this before, and y'all both had the same name
I bought that Lamb' for you
I barely had one and I know that drive you brazy
Shit, Dan said I changed, I feel him
Too slime, no Boog, gang with me
Too slime, no Pop on the stand
I'm God, I'm Satan on Xans
Nigga still do a Track' over Benz
We rich, but we miss our friends
If they was here, we would probably bump heads
You ain't rich if it ain't got to your head
Saw your text, and it's better on read
I flex, and you better off dead
Niggas broke, can't bap on fam'
Shit, shit, twenty mil' off rap, I'm serious
I ain't even think hard on the lyrics
I was sick 'bout that ho, but I cured it
My neighbors, they hate my Track'
But they never be complainin' 'bout the Urus
That drank shit cap feel like Act'
New red don't even taste like syrup
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot
Just enough to remember my-, ayy, ayy
I make everything go my way
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot
Just enough to remember my face
I used to rap on the bus
My truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank
Whatever you need, it's for us
We punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the-, ayy
I make everything go my way, ayy
I make-, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy
I make everything go my way
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ha-ha
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
All Love
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
I'on't even, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in Track and let you hear the engine?
Did her wrong, she got me back, we don't even gotta mention
She from the streets but she retired, a lame ass nigga got pension
I miss the hood I ain't gon' lie my mama said, "Don't risk it"
I looked a Barbie in her eyes and said, "I'm not your Ken Doll"
I'm in the car right now I'm flyin', but still too late I missed you
Damn, damn, damn, ayy
You got me beat with that, I'on't even know how you sleep with that
If the love real keep with that before this shit too deep for that
I changed they life and they don't even rap, the feds snatched me for that
Nigga want beef but you don't want blood you better keep it rap
Ran out of trouble to out of town but that's where they tweakin' at
Karma a bitch, she go around, it ain't no secret then
Damn, ayy, Tune you kiddin' yourself
You do drugs and keep your peace but they say you killin' yourself
I f*ck you to get at her and now you feelin' yourself
You so high you said you God you must repent to yourself
Ayy, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
I'on't even, ayy
I'on't even, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in Track and let you hear the engine?
I'on't even, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
I'on't even like you niggas
I'on't even like you niggas
I'on't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in Track and let you hear the engine?
Did her wrong, she did me bad, we don't even gotta mention
Damn, damn, damn, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
I'on't even like you niggas, like, huh
Damn, damn, I'on't even
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
I'on't even, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in Track and let you hear the engine?
Did her wrong, she got me back, we don't even gotta mention
She from the streets but she retired, a lame ass nigga got pension
I miss the hood I ain't gon' lie my mama said, "Don't risk it"
I looked a Barbie in her eyes and said, "I'm not your Ken Doll"
I'm in the car right now I'm flyin', but still too late I missed you
Damn, damn, damn, ayy
You got me beat with that, I'on't even know how you sleep with that
If the love real keep with that before this shit too deep for that
I changed they life and they don't even rap, the feds snatched me for that
Nigga want beef but you don't want blood you better keep it rap
Ran out of trouble to out of town but that's where they tweakin' at
Karma a bitch, she go around, it ain't no secret then
Damn, ayy, Tune you kiddin' yourself
You do drugs and keep your peace but they say you killin' yourself
I f*ck you to get at her and now you feelin' yourself
You so high you said you God you must repent to yourself
Ayy, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
I'on't even, ayy
I'on't even, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in Track and let you hear the engine?
I'on't even, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
I'on't even like you niggas
I'on't even like you niggas
I'on't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
Why wouldn't I put this Jeep in Track and let you hear the engine?
Did her wrong, she did me bad, we don't even gotta mention
Damn, damn, damn, ayy
I'on't even like you niggas
Why wouldn't I bring my pistol?
I'on't even like you niggas, like, huh
Damn, damn, I'on't even
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Writer: Lucki Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
BIGGAVEL
[ Featuring Lil Yachty ]
(Grow up, nigga)
Brrt
Stupid, aight
Tsh, f*ck they talkin' bout?
Yeah ('Crete, 'Crete, 'Crete, 'Crete, 'Crete)
My momma mistakin' my bitches
White bitch cleanin' my dishes
I still leave a boat with the fishes
I still won't sip on the Tris'
I bought her a Birkin, she did me dirty, and I still think she delicious
Speakin' on me, so I know he depressed, I hope he Cobain himself
I'ma go f*ck his bitches
He can duck everything 'cept these bullets, and that's just hardcore physics
I won't give a bitch my digits
Somethin' happen to me, I ain't trippin
I know all my dogs gon' run and get vengeance
Flesh shot, give a f*ck 'bout a witness
Get back, if you don't, we some bitches
These low-tier bitches is some business
F*ck 'em all like a Teddy on missions
If I get on that time, it get vicious
I don't ever move 'round with malicious
Intent, but if you cross me, then I'm crossin' you back like Isiah on Pistons
All them boys hopin' and wishin', they would've listened
Three hunnid RP's, they stuffed in a box
Dog get ridin' 'round me, I'll tie him with the knocks
I used to knock on their door to see if I could cut they grass from block to block
Now I buy stocks and Rolls Royce trucks
I used to sweep up hair at the shop
Nah, for real, facts
Ecstasy pills by the pack, ha, Molly came by the pound, huh
Codeine came out the crate, can't f*ck with no niggas who rape
Creep at that boy on skates, preachin' the word like Jake's
These bitches gon' f*ck a face
I'm tryna go big, like Ace
I'm tryna go big, Biggavel
I was poppin' some shit they could smell
I been up on the ave' since twelve
Pulled a trigger with paint on my nails
Pussy
On a high, this is not a debate
On a high, this is not a d-
On a high, this is not a debate
I be trickin', but don't got a cape
I'm disturbin' the peace of L.A
White bitch in the Porsche truck hate me
Tell me that yo' pussy is real
I pay for that shit like the bill
Bad karma, 'cause looks can kill
I bought her a Birkin, said, "Welcome to Hell"
He fell off, he posted a grill, if one of us cashin', we won't get a bail
I don't gotta explain myself, spent that shit like I paid myself
She so pretty, I invest in her swimsuit
Brand new and that's gon' stay on the shelf
Two-face king, you can meet the other me, but that's if you make it there
Curious enough, I'll take you there
I wrote half of this verse in the Bentley
I just took that girl right to the city
She a weirdo ho like Missy
Fishtail in the Track', got dizzy, ayy
Fishtail in the Track', got dizzy
Fishtail in the Track', got dizzy
Fishtail in the Track', got dizzy
Writer: LC Camel Jr., Miles Parks McCollum
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Gerskiway
[ Featuring Rylo Rodriguez, Veeze ]
Top ski, top Ger, top four
You know what's goin' on (Icey, I'm so sick of you)
I was already sittin' in my car 'fore she set him up
Damn near bought the same jeans twice, I ain't even keepin' count
Girl's so freaky, said her pussy get wet how the car sound
I gotta keep me a coffee cup like I got a horrible job
I was drowning from that drank, I'm sweatin' through Celine
I was just mad at my lil' bitch, she did somethin' in a dream
She seen the Benz, she's in traffic, reminded her of me
I got too much money right now, they say I'm outta' reach
I'm in the black truck like the Pres', but I can't get impeached
It's some niggas that want me dead, but they ain't got the reach
I'on't respect nobody but the feds, everybody else can beat it
One call away, uh, all the day, yeah
Freestyle pourin' 'til it's said, don't think no lean can fit in it, yeah
I'm over the pond, might need help, my cup on senior citizen
I got a .5 on every reach, ho act like shit ain't Caribbean
I'ma thank you twelve if you leave ya gun I'm clutchin' Rob Dillingham
Somethin' I never seen was the ho on Earth I ever wanna wife
Movin' like Edward pass my finger, I treat it like I'm Uncle Ice
Said he got Wock', but he wants a K, well to me that's priceless
I got these hoes lined up like suspects, pickin' 'em out of a line-up
Perc' kicked in I'm the chosen one, dance slo-mo like Soulja Slim
Kill y'all hoes, I'm grown as f*ck
Play once, I can make hole-in-ones
So many hoes got striked in the club right now, man, I feel like a bowling ball
Can't have smoke with no nigga, if it ain't no money, if it ain't no blood involved
Ayy, ayy, got to brush my shoulder off
She just took off titties and ass the same, she already know what's up
Swear to God, just told Wham, "We richest now, how the f*ck we fallin' off?"
Young nigga, I'm a rich junkie, take real medicine, never took Tylenol
I just put a bitch up, she say I'm the G.O.A.T., it don't even bother y'all
Nigga can't get a response, he'll get a bullet unless that Glock involved
Them lil' boys feed lies, stain on 'em, I pop out a fishbowl
A bitch want plain AP, her ear a three-pointer this shit like a field goal
It's obvious I got more drip than a boat, still just this year in clothes
That .220 in the moment, I could lose you, like a lil' remote
They pulled up tried to spin, gotta box 'em in like Bud Crawford
I'm tryna focus on real estate, I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' all the drug houses
These rap nigga get messy, I feel like a ho if I download club house
These rap nigga get messy I f*ck around and buy 'em a soccer ball
These rap nigga be worse than the hoes you spill they tea they love gossip
Hope you know you'll never be the main bitch I'm married to Aunt Jemima
My young niggas got way more Glocks and switches than they got clean boxers
Writer: Karon Malcolm Vantrees, LC Camel Jr., Ryan Preston
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
BRAZY4real
Okay, ayy
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it
You losing that money, you breakin' the rules
I got promethazine hobbies
I made it a life, I made it look cool
You could do whatever you want with your body
I'm not your father, we not at school
I ain't gotta ask nobody, "Who got me?"
I know how we coming when they come to you
I still don't what it is, but you got me, I'm ready to kick this lil' ho out for you
This shit feel like a dream, all we need is a pen, ayy
Do that one thing again, one of you made me feel like shit
Focus on my wrist, that is as real as it gets
Still goin' on E, think Codeine all I need
Y'all niggas be needin' it, that's the only way I'm gon' see it
I ain't high, but I know I ain't call
Play for keeps, 'cause I got the ball, ayy
I don't trust you, I don't trust myself
And I know this shit be for the moment
I'm all in like I'm out tomorrow, ayy
Right city at the wrong time, right city at the wrong time
If I don't see you, that's all your fault
I ain't sneaking, I didn't get caught
Don't believe in something you saw
I got M's, I'ma above the law
I got tint, but they know my car
F*ck friends, 'cause l'm in the mall
I don't want a feature, hope you choke
Hope you wet them words when you walk
Still a lover boy, it's all your fault
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it
You losing that-, ayy
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it
You losing that money, you breakin' the rules
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it, ayy
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it
You losing that money, you breakin' the rules
I got promethazine hobbies
I made it a life, I made it look cool
Niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it, ayy
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it
You losing that money, you breakin' the rules
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it
You losing that money, you breakin' the rules
I got promethazine hobbies
I made it a life, I made it look cool
You could do whatever you want with your body
I'm not your father, we not at school
I ain't gotta ask nobody, "Who got me?"
I know how we coming when they come to you
I still don't what it is, but you got me, I'm ready to kick this lil' ho out for you
This shit feel like a dream, all we need is a pen, ayy
Do that one thing again, one of you made me feel like shit
Focus on my wrist, that is as real as it gets
Still goin' on E, think Codeine all I need
Y'all niggas be needin' it, that's the only way I'm gon' see it
I ain't high, but I know I ain't call
Play for keeps, 'cause I got the ball, ayy
I don't trust you, I don't trust myself
And I know this shit be for the moment
I'm all in like I'm out tomorrow, ayy
Right city at the wrong time, right city at the wrong time
If I don't see you, that's all your fault
I ain't sneaking, I didn't get caught
Don't believe in something you saw
I got M's, I'ma above the law
I got tint, but they know my car
F*ck friends, 'cause l'm in the mall
I don't want a feature, hope you choke
Hope you wet them words when you walk
Still a lover boy, it's all your fault
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it
You losing that-, ayy
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it
You losing that money, you breakin' the rules
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it, ayy
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it
You losing that money, you breakin' the rules
I got promethazine hobbies
I made it a life, I made it look cool
Niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it, ayy
You niggas ain't brazy for real, I doubt it
You losing that money, you breakin' the rules
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
EXOTIC
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Who meet me in the lobby, the ho exotic, I sold her exotic
I got to fix my posture, I'm on them downers, she told me I got it
I got to fix my roster, I'm givin' out Birkins to my bitch side
Picked next, nigga, I'm culture, either the lean plug or body
Live my life like Gotti, plead to ho, no sorry
Back-to-back Lamb's with Pluto, they got a few jabs, I feel like I'm slimin'
I f*cked a momma of two, I wasn't even with her, she told me she follow me
I'm in the tank with a new ho, one of my old hoes posted my body
You can stay that way, I like it
You can sell that shit through a buyer
Bring a friend, she ain't even like that
You thought that 'til she tried it
Flew home, but I still came right back
Yeah, kept my word, you should try that
Them hoes got sent on a side-quest
It is what it is, and it's not that
Can't believe I'm still getting higher
Niggas wonderin' how I ain't die yet
I don't like it, but it ain't no pressure
I rub it in a little more extra
I might fit it in my schedule
You at the same place that I left you
Sold out to the pretty devil, ayy
Sold out to the pretty devil
Sold out to the pretty rebel
It's cool, I'm out the way
Niggas hatin', they ain't gettin' their blessings
If you play with a nigga, we stretch him
You get away with it if you let him
Mind your busi', don't sign to the devil
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Who meet me in the lobby, the ho exotic, I sold her exotic
I got to fix my posture, I'm on them downers, she told me I got it
I got to fix my roster, I'm giving out Birkins to my bitch side
Picked next, nigga, I'm culture, either the lean plug or body
Ayy, youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Who meet me in the lobby, the ho exotic, I sold her exotic
Youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Who meet me in the lobby, the ho exotic, I sold her exotic
I got to fix my posture, I'm on them downers, she told me I got it
I got to fix my roster, I'm givin' out Birkins to my bitch side
Picked next, nigga, I'm culture, either the lean plug or body
Live my life like Gotti, plead to ho, no sorry
Back-to-back Lamb's with Pluto, they got a few jabs, I feel like I'm slimin'
I f*cked a momma of two, I wasn't even with her, she told me she follow me
I'm in the tank with a new ho, one of my old hoes posted my body
You can stay that way, I like it
You can sell that shit through a buyer
Bring a friend, she ain't even like that
You thought that 'til she tried it
Flew home, but I still came right back
Yeah, kept my word, you should try that
Them hoes got sent on a side-quest
It is what it is, and it's not that
Can't believe I'm still getting higher
Niggas wonderin' how I ain't die yet
I don't like it, but it ain't no pressure
I rub it in a little more extra
I might fit it in my schedule
You at the same place that I left you
Sold out to the pretty devil, ayy
Sold out to the pretty devil
Sold out to the pretty rebel
It's cool, I'm out the way
Niggas hatin', they ain't gettin' their blessings
If you play with a nigga, we stretch him
You get away with it if you let him
Mind your busi', don't sign to the devil
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Who meet me in the lobby, the ho exotic, I sold her exotic
I got to fix my posture, I'm on them downers, she told me I got it
I got to fix my roster, I'm giving out Birkins to my bitch side
Picked next, nigga, I'm culture, either the lean plug or body
Ayy, youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Youngin's going crazy, they'll do you about me
Who meet me in the lobby, the ho exotic, I sold her exotic
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
BBY GOAT
[ Featuring Future ]
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
Ayy, ayy
I'm on a whole another level, higher than all of y'all
I'm on a whole another level, higher than all of y'all
She do everything I say
Ayy, I'm on-, ayy
Ayy, I'm on a whole another level, higher than all of y'all
I'm on a whole another level, higher than all of y'all
She do everything I say, she say I'm the baby G.O.A.T
You gon' wait to make your move, see how I play it though
Just watch it, just watch it
Yeah, you've been seein' me everywhere you go, like it's a few of me
It don't matter, he dead to me, I'ma write something in your eulogy
She said, "Alright," I said, "For us, don't ever say it again"
Them hoes that beef, I got that pape', they can be the best of friends
I'm high in the Bent', I'm high in the Track', I'm back in that action again
I'm takin' a risk, I'm takin' a chance, on camera with one of her friends
It'll cost a Birkin, money and flowers to make shit regular again
I did her real dirty, she with a Fanta fiendin' for ready again
She said I'm rude, and I'm back on Xannies, I was just blamin' them
I heard real crazy shit from sources I can't name to you
I do that shit with a lot of hoes, but I never play with you
You played your part, I cashed you out, doesn't mean I'm savin' you
I remember tryin' to hustle to take care of AJ before the baby was due
I got so rich tryin' to do that shit, it made her lazy too
I'm in Skyami high on downers, ho can't read the room
I've been drivin' real fast for the niggas that doubted, I hope they hear the vroom
I've been drivin' real fast for the hoes that doubted, I hope they see it too
I'm in Skyami high on downers, ho can't read the room (Plutoski),
Damn, ayy, ayy (yeah), ayy (ski)
Can't never get no sleep, 'cause I get higher than Jesus (Pluto)
She never goin' nowhere, she come through when I need her (that's how you feel?)
Can't treat her like no wifey, she nothin' but an eater (they say gang)
All these rich niggas in my crew, come go f*ck my people (what up?)
We share all the hoes with the dogs, besides the main one (the main one)
Get on my body, f*ck my bitch, she rock the plain one (what kind?)
New Patek Philippe Audemars, BVLGARI look like a snake (snake)
I'm on that level, my day one allowance a hunnid K
She gettin' down every month, she was down when they have nothin' (ayy)
Wheezy told me to spazz out like when I ain't had nothin' (I'ma spazz on y'all)
Gotta try crystal meth, you wanna get higher than Pluto
She listen to what I say, because she've seen me come up
I'm over my quota, that's why to make another sacrifice (Freebandz)
Livin' every word, throw orgies every another night
More money, more toxic, got drugs for my problems
Hard to face reality, you gone off the bottle
South of France, romancin' with a super model (what else?)
Geeked up off this money, tryna' OD like no tomorrow
Pray my kids see this shit, know what I did for this shit
Hustlin' in the cold for this shit, wipe the nose for this shit
Hard to be sober when you controllin' this shit
Tryna fight these demons, I ain't got over this shit
Niggas gon' die tryna come close for this shit
Brr, brr, ski, I took over this shit (Plutoski)
Ayy, ayy
I'm on a whole another level, higher than all of y'all
I'm on a whole another level, higher than all of y'all
She do everything I say, she say I'm the baby G.O.A.T
I'm on a-, ayy, ayy, yeah
I'm on a whole another level, higher than all of y'all
I'm on a whole another level, higher than all of y'all
She do everything I say, she say I'm the baby G.O.A.T
You gon' wait before you move, see how I play it though
Ah, ah, ah, she do everything I say, she say I'm the baby G.O.A.T
She did everything, I-, ah
She do everything I say, said I'm the baby G.O.A.T
She do everything I say-, ah
I'm on a whole another-, higher than all of y'all
I'm on a whole another level, higher than all of y'all
I'm on a whole another-, ayy, ayy
I'm on a whole another level, higher than all of y'all
She do everything I say, she say I'm the baby G.O.A.T
Ayy, ayy, ah
Writer: LC Camel Jr., Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
KYLIE!!!
Well, we play whatever time the championship is, B, that's what time we play (ahh, ha-ha-ha)
When's championship time? That's what time my team play
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm in a Bent' with-, ayy
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a-, ayy (ayy, ayy)
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a killer
Bigger than life, for sure, for sure
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a killer (yup)
Bigger than life, for sure (yup), bigger than Kylie Jenner (yup)
Ho rage out like Trav', I told her I miss her (aha)
I'm in a Bent' with killers, I'm in the Lamb' with dealers
White kid want a picture, momma gon' get in with him
I'm tryna put an M on my Lamb', that's like two-hundred richer
Big bro said, "If it's only one time winnin', then what's the point of gettin' it?"
I be ego spendin', Maybach, trim the ceiling
I put slime green on the dash', 'cause that's the mood I'm feelin'
I told AJ, "Don't keep no tab on these easy bitches"
I got one ho on my heart, but no ho on my feelin'
I got a bitch right from the start, BRABUS for big B business
I got a rapper truck for my bitch, of course I sip lean in it
I had a rapper ho on my dick, the nigga got fake beef with me
I'm in a Bent' with killers (yup), I'm in a Bent' with the killers (yup)
I'm in a mix with mafioso, we don't even take no pictures (yup)
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a killer
Meet me outerspace, tryna bring you with me
I'm in a Bent' with killers
I'm in a-, ayy, I'm in a Bent' with killers
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a killer
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a killer
Billionaire life, for sure, bigger than Kylie Jenner
I'm in a Bent' with-, ayy, I'm in a Bent' with killers
My lil' bitch a killer
Bigger than life, for sure
Bigger than life, for sure
When's championship time? That's what time my team play
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm in a Bent' with-, ayy
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a-, ayy (ayy, ayy)
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a killer
Bigger than life, for sure, for sure
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a killer (yup)
Bigger than life, for sure (yup), bigger than Kylie Jenner (yup)
Ho rage out like Trav', I told her I miss her (aha)
I'm in a Bent' with killers, I'm in the Lamb' with dealers
White kid want a picture, momma gon' get in with him
I'm tryna put an M on my Lamb', that's like two-hundred richer
Big bro said, "If it's only one time winnin', then what's the point of gettin' it?"
I be ego spendin', Maybach, trim the ceiling
I put slime green on the dash', 'cause that's the mood I'm feelin'
I told AJ, "Don't keep no tab on these easy bitches"
I got one ho on my heart, but no ho on my feelin'
I got a bitch right from the start, BRABUS for big B business
I got a rapper truck for my bitch, of course I sip lean in it
I had a rapper ho on my dick, the nigga got fake beef with me
I'm in a Bent' with killers (yup), I'm in a Bent' with the killers (yup)
I'm in a mix with mafioso, we don't even take no pictures (yup)
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a killer
Meet me outerspace, tryna bring you with me
I'm in a Bent' with killers
I'm in a-, ayy, I'm in a Bent' with killers
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a killer
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm in a Bent' with killers, my lil' bitch a killer
Billionaire life, for sure, bigger than Kylie Jenner
I'm in a Bent' with-, ayy, I'm in a Bent' with killers
My lil' bitch a killer
Bigger than life, for sure
Bigger than life, for sure
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Dotted Line
(Ayy)
Ayy, after this, bring some water, I'm f*ckin' geeked up (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, uh
Killin' opponents, you gettin' a bonus
I try not to be high most of the time, but I said it
I'm bandin' the Trissy, I'm mixin' the reddy
I'm only gon' treat you this way if you let me
She move like a boss, I get her a pressy
You too turned up, can't come to the telly
I wake up late, drink syrup all night
In a new era 'cause I'm geeked off a Addy
I miss the Wock', and I hate new Qua'
Got a few sluts that I treat like family
Blew a hunnid K, I was up three days
When I wake up, I'ma still be happy (duh)
Ayy, two-faced slime, hope it fit your casket
I think they watchin', she say I'm dramatic
I flew in the Culli', I feel like Aladdin
I shouldn't respond to none of these niggas
But, shit, what could happen? I'm dealin' with rappers
From Michigan Avenue, I miss the Neemans
We thought we was rich when we went to the Saks
I'm dealin' with millions, I'm dealin' with people
I'm dealin' with corporate, dealin' with savages
I'm thinkin' 'bout scorin' drank in the next city
I'm tryna find a bank that got the most cash
I'm uptown with this shit like Slizzy
Welly, Aston Martin can't go fast
Who got drank? You know who got plenty
Who got paper and who gon' crash?
Ayy, who got the paper and who gon'-, ha-ha
Pour me up, twin, ayy
Killin' opponents, you gettin' a bonus
I try not to be high most of the time, but I said it
Ayy, I be tryna be high most of the time, but I said it
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy
Killin' opponents, you gettin' a bonus
I try not to be high most of the time, but I said it
I'm bandin' the Trissy, I'm mixin' the reddy
I'm only gon' treat you this way if you let me
She move like a boss, I get her a-
Ayy, move like a boss, I get her a pressy, ayy
Killin' opponents, you gettin' a bonus
I try not to be high most of the time, but I said it
I be tryin' to be high most of the time, but I said it
Ayy, after this, bring some water, I'm f*ckin' geeked up (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, uh
Killin' opponents, you gettin' a bonus
I try not to be high most of the time, but I said it
I'm bandin' the Trissy, I'm mixin' the reddy
I'm only gon' treat you this way if you let me
She move like a boss, I get her a pressy
You too turned up, can't come to the telly
I wake up late, drink syrup all night
In a new era 'cause I'm geeked off a Addy
I miss the Wock', and I hate new Qua'
Got a few sluts that I treat like family
Blew a hunnid K, I was up three days
When I wake up, I'ma still be happy (duh)
Ayy, two-faced slime, hope it fit your casket
I think they watchin', she say I'm dramatic
I flew in the Culli', I feel like Aladdin
I shouldn't respond to none of these niggas
But, shit, what could happen? I'm dealin' with rappers
From Michigan Avenue, I miss the Neemans
We thought we was rich when we went to the Saks
I'm dealin' with millions, I'm dealin' with people
I'm dealin' with corporate, dealin' with savages
I'm thinkin' 'bout scorin' drank in the next city
I'm tryna find a bank that got the most cash
I'm uptown with this shit like Slizzy
Welly, Aston Martin can't go fast
Who got drank? You know who got plenty
Who got paper and who gon' crash?
Ayy, who got the paper and who gon'-, ha-ha
Pour me up, twin, ayy
Killin' opponents, you gettin' a bonus
I try not to be high most of the time, but I said it
Ayy, I be tryna be high most of the time, but I said it
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy
Killin' opponents, you gettin' a bonus
I try not to be high most of the time, but I said it
I'm bandin' the Trissy, I'm mixin' the reddy
I'm only gon' treat you this way if you let me
She move like a boss, I get her a-
Ayy, move like a boss, I get her a pressy, ayy
Killin' opponents, you gettin' a bonus
I try not to be high most of the time, but I said it
I be tryin' to be high most of the time, but I said it
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
SIGNED UP
It's in my cup, ew
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
I tuned up a Barbie, I'm not shit, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
I tuned up the Barbie and now she a Brat
I want a stylist to make more friends
All my idols with firearms, it's cliché, but, shit, it's me
She don't like rappers, but I'm unique
See, I be shakin' and shit in my sleep
If you scared then you get lost
I turned a ho to a mafia boss
Made niggas like in the movies, but ain't no credits, you get knocked off
I'm so high, this ho in 2D, let's just f*ck with the lights off
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
I'm drinking some shit, don't recommend
I got marks and I got scars, I covered it up with Chrome and Rick
I can't take shit to the heart if a nigga who said it still don't got shit
I give so and so my heart, she gotta give it back when Alexis here
F*ck everybody, I left it there, I won't carry this everywhere
Leave that soft shit at the crib and have your money own in there
Don't believe in that someone, when it's me, just play it fair
I'm a freeband youngin' and finessing is a skill, nigga
Ayy, nigga, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', ayy, nigga, ayy
Whatever gon' come with a nigga it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', nigga
I'm a freeband youngin' and finessing is a skill, nigga
Top, Top Ski
Like who else?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
I tuned up a Barbie, I'm not shit, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
I tuned up the Barbie and now she a Brat
I want a stylist to make more friends
All my idols with firearms, it's cliché, but, shit, it's me
She don't like rappers, but I'm unique
See, I be shakin' and shit in my sleep
If you scared then you get lost
I turned a ho to a mafia boss
Made niggas like in the movies, but ain't no credits, you get knocked off
I'm so high, this ho in 2D, let's just f*ck with the lights off
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
I'm drinking some shit, don't recommend
I got marks and I got scars, I covered it up with Chrome and Rick
I can't take shit to the heart if a nigga who said it still don't got shit
I give so and so my heart, she gotta give it back when Alexis here
F*ck everybody, I left it there, I won't carry this everywhere
Leave that soft shit at the crib and have your money own in there
Don't believe in that someone, when it's me, just play it fair
I'm a freeband youngin' and finessing is a skill, nigga
Ayy, nigga, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', ayy, nigga, ayy
Whatever gon' come with a nigga it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon' come, whatever it is
Whatever gon', nigga
I'm a freeband youngin' and finessing is a skill, nigga
Top, Top Ski
Like who else?
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
TWIN FLOW
[ Featuring Veeze ]
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Ayy, ayy
Couldn't count on my hands, treatin' money like friends
I'll make a ho day, prolly ruin it the same way
I'm Hellcat Tune, that lil' Track' a throwaway
My lil' bitch be off the Pluto, she think she my protégé
I'm startin' to miss Xans, if you love me, be prayin'
Fast money, hot topic, crazy bottle, boy got options
I'm all cashed out, but I'm never out of pocket
I'm made like LUCKI, but I'm in it for the money
Think I'm cruisin' in the Cully, but I'm really doin' a hunnid
I'm with good and bad niggas, they could do you or just rob you
I'm a Adderall demon in the Lamb' like Paul Walker
I be prayin' when I'm speedin', prolly' sinnin', but God talkin'
I know none in life is free, ain't no good come from cheap
Pull up louder sippin' lean if valet can't keep the key
If you see me, take a picture 'cause this outfit cost a key
It was whippets in the Bentley, it's a shame, it's somethin' to see
Way it's pokin' out my pocket, niggas forced to pocket watch me
I got drank up in the party, seal gon' make the sky sparkle
She a freak ho, never get no ring, Charles Barkley
Too much money in my pants, twin, can't even find the car key
Girl, that pussy way too hot right now, I can't even afford it
God, save us from this Wocky drought, last few weeks been torture
I'm so petty, I go to the airport in a fit that cost a mortgage
Check my wrist, that bitch a president like a police escort
You know me, C.E.O., president, I run my own shit
We in the 'Rari with them blickies on us, just like Mike Lowry did
I'm so snake, I really like tall grass, I hate on lawn care
She wanna know how to get to my heart, I gotta see how that throat hit
I put so much game on a bitch, she thought I was readin' a movie script (ayy, ayy, ayy)
I still wanna know who made hunnids blue (ayy), I still got a stain on it (ayy, ayy)
Ayy, that money ain't gon' do it, but that drank gon' change niggas
Fo'nem said I'm like Superman, I'm up off painkillers
She saw me out in traffic, I look like a main nigga
I said my name to her, she already knew that I played with her
I nod off of that drank, ho wanna be a babysitter
I do this shit for the mob, they in the sky, can't take me with 'em
I wonder if that bitch gon' fye, if she had kept her bestie with her
I play this shit out loud, still gon' keep my head up, nigga
I still can't feel my face, it's me and twin, we left some niggas
I told you, "Ain't no way I'ma run you over if you let me, nigga"
Damn
I can't count my, ayy
Can't count on my hands, treatin' money like friends
I'ma, ayy, ayy
Writer: Karon Malcolm Vantrees, LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
3 SMRS STR8
[ Featuring Rylo Rodriguez, 42 Dugg ]
(Tell me about your feelings) Ayy, ayy
(Tell-) ayy
Ayy, ayy
I'on need nobody, I would rather make-, ha-ha (tell me about your feelings)
You know that part already
I just gotta keep tellin' niggas, 'cause we all do drugs, we be forgettin' shit
Ayy, ayy (Othello on the beat)
I'on need nobody, I would rather make nothin' outta' nothin'
I been rich for my third straight summer
Make a Wraith burn rubber, goin' speeds we ain't even know it coulda
I write raps, write a nigga name on a bullet
Weak nigga let a bitch, made him go against his brothers
Spent thirty-three hundred on a plain black hoodie
I'm sick of this, uh, huh, ayy
It's the shit that come with the shit
Got in trouble for that ho, I had fun with that bitch
I be treatin' you like a family, but it's blood in this shit
Have your slime, have your snake, down your cousin and shit
Choose blood over water, throw codeine in the mix
Hold on, I don't play no games, need to cut it, stop it
If I was, she know to twist it, pull it, bop it
In three days, I done poured like nine treys, f*ck Tekashi
If I deactivate my 'Gram, this shit'll piss off niggas' stylists
They locked twin over servin' an informant, I got the crew ready
These niggas catchin' DB's ju' like Kool-Aid
"How much for the pint?", you keep on tellin' me what you paid
"I'm just tryna beat around the bush", this ain't charade
I ain't never got a ho a purse and I ain't hit
Sosa, he a dropout plug, dealin' high grade
Oversized cap, the cropped tee look like it ain't fit
Free the bros, I'ma die real, how I ain't shit?
She want me to buy her a AP, but not on my watch (tell me about your feelings)
She a Van Cleef junkie, buy her more, she'll prolly OD (tell-)
A bitch come play with me twice, we was in OT
We'll love you when we love you, you ain't willin' to die
Put my dreams to the side, and I'm livin' 'em now
Finally squashed shit with the fives, killin' 'em now
Ask a nigga from the bottom, do he remember the top?
My mama told me not to trust a bitch
Got us the one who they ain't f*ckin' with
Feel bad, gettin' too much with the sucker shit
Ride, ride
Windows down, pistol out, pint on me
Just blew like fifty thou', that was light, homie
Come sneak the pistol now, I got a knife on me
Stab me in my back, do it
Bankroll on me, all bluish
Been tryna keep it kosher like I'm Jewish
I'on f*ck with niggas or they music
Quit tellin' bitches that we got into it
And you ain't dead, stupid
(Tell me about your feelings)
(Tell-)
(Tell me about your feelings)
(Tell-)
Writer: Dion Marquis Hayes, LC Camel Jr., Ryan Preston Adams
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
X6
(Ayy) Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy (prolly really, like-, stuck in my f*ckin')
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy
(Y'all really can't complain about this, y'all made me like this, though)
(Like, for real)
Only car I knew was a Beamer
I bought all the rubbers, she can keep it
Price goin' up, and I still ain't doin' features
Nobody to trust, 'cause that money made me evil
Wonder if it's cheaper just to keep her
Cost even more, you wanna teach her
Every man for 'self, you better know that
My shorty hit the feds, he got his 'fro back
Told him I'd buy all the Wock' 'til he back in case it's gone then
She still good for somethin' like a throwback
Let's get rated R at the game in the suite like Kodak
Rap nigga think life showbusi', it's a thin line between-, a-ha
Man, f*ck it, I'm the biggest where I'm from, I'm the biggest where I'm goin'
You can try to act like you proud, but I can see the hate all on you
I took codeine down the aisle, we 'til life or death, for surely
I ain't even gotta be around, but I still get the story
That ho boring to be around, but she remind me of Tory
I can turn her up with this, I can turn her up on my tab
I can turn her up with a GLE from a basic starter pack
I'm waitin' on that Ferrari truck, I ain't even saw it yet
I ain't worried about no officer, I'm rich in God hands
I was really about the Office, I'm not waitin' for romance
From the front look like a Audi truck, but it's a cold Lamb'
Two kids, another daughter, 'cause my heart still broken
I'm super geeked up, but I'm still chosen
I'm super geeked up, but I'm still-, ha-ha (ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm super geeked up, but I'm still chosen
I'm super geeked up, but I'm still chosen
I'm super geeked up, but I'm still chosen
I'm super geeked up, but I'm-, ha-ha
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, I'm super geeked up, but I'm still chosen
I'm super geeked up, niggas losin' focus
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy (prolly really, like-, stuck in my f*ckin')
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy
(Y'all really can't complain about this, y'all made me like this, though)
(Like, for real)
Only car I knew was a Beamer
I bought all the rubbers, she can keep it
Price goin' up, and I still ain't doin' features
Nobody to trust, 'cause that money made me evil
Wonder if it's cheaper just to keep her
Cost even more, you wanna teach her
Every man for 'self, you better know that
My shorty hit the feds, he got his 'fro back
Told him I'd buy all the Wock' 'til he back in case it's gone then
She still good for somethin' like a throwback
Let's get rated R at the game in the suite like Kodak
Rap nigga think life showbusi', it's a thin line between-, a-ha
Man, f*ck it, I'm the biggest where I'm from, I'm the biggest where I'm goin'
You can try to act like you proud, but I can see the hate all on you
I took codeine down the aisle, we 'til life or death, for surely
I ain't even gotta be around, but I still get the story
That ho boring to be around, but she remind me of Tory
I can turn her up with this, I can turn her up on my tab
I can turn her up with a GLE from a basic starter pack
I'm waitin' on that Ferrari truck, I ain't even saw it yet
I ain't worried about no officer, I'm rich in God hands
I was really about the Office, I'm not waitin' for romance
From the front look like a Audi truck, but it's a cold Lamb'
Two kids, another daughter, 'cause my heart still broken
I'm super geeked up, but I'm still chosen
I'm super geeked up, but I'm still-, ha-ha (ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm super geeked up, but I'm still chosen
I'm super geeked up, but I'm still chosen
I'm super geeked up, but I'm still chosen
I'm super geeked up, but I'm-, ha-ha
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, I'm super geeked up, but I'm still chosen
I'm super geeked up, niggas losin' focus
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
HUSTLER MUZIK
Play that throwback LUCKI, not that new shit
Yeah, she say I lust, but I still can't (BrentRambo)
She say I lust, but I still can't trust
Funny thing, if I was you, then I wouldn't neither
I done told you I was God, made you a believer
I'm still me first, but I'm makin' we work
I'm still not that comfortable with doin' features
I still throw advances in two liters
I ran out of manners for the new people
I'm still headfirst
I can't bap, my head hurt
I'm gon' wake up to some M's, gotta go to bed first
I'm still slimed out, I know people did worse, so I'm gonna still hurt
Ayy, I'm still codeine baby, school buses made me
I stopped poppin' pills, but I'm milligram navy
All my friends dead, I play everybody shady
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm like, "Who can I trust?" Left a trooper in the dust
Treat a Barbie like a tool, but I really dress it up
Break a nigga like a rule, but a nigga know it's up
I be playin' super cool, but I'm super, super up
I got super pretty bitches soon in super pretty trucks
I did my part, but I'll probably do more
Can't feel my face, can't kill my soul, I-
Ayy, ayy
She say I lust, but I still can't trust
Funny thing, if I was you, then I wouldn't neither
I done told you I was God, made you a believer
I'm still me first, but I'm makin' we work
I'm still not that comfortable with doin' features
I still throw advances in two liters
I ran out of manners for the new people
I'm still headfirst
Yeah, she say I lust, but I still can't (BrentRambo)
She say I lust, but I still can't trust
Funny thing, if I was you, then I wouldn't neither
I done told you I was God, made you a believer
I'm still me first, but I'm makin' we work
I'm still not that comfortable with doin' features
I still throw advances in two liters
I ran out of manners for the new people
I'm still headfirst
I can't bap, my head hurt
I'm gon' wake up to some M's, gotta go to bed first
I'm still slimed out, I know people did worse, so I'm gonna still hurt
Ayy, I'm still codeine baby, school buses made me
I stopped poppin' pills, but I'm milligram navy
All my friends dead, I play everybody shady
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm like, "Who can I trust?" Left a trooper in the dust
Treat a Barbie like a tool, but I really dress it up
Break a nigga like a rule, but a nigga know it's up
I be playin' super cool, but I'm super, super up
I got super pretty bitches soon in super pretty trucks
I did my part, but I'll probably do more
Can't feel my face, can't kill my soul, I-
Ayy, ayy
She say I lust, but I still can't trust
Funny thing, if I was you, then I wouldn't neither
I done told you I was God, made you a believer
I'm still me first, but I'm makin' we work
I'm still not that comfortable with doin' features
I still throw advances in two liters
I ran out of manners for the new people
I'm still headfirst
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Heavy On My Heart
Believe in me
You said you believe in me
I wanna know, do you even need me? (COUPE)
Eh, I prolly-
Prolly made shit look too-
I prolly made that shit look simple when everybody knew that shit get-
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I prolly made that shit look simple when everybody knew that shit get hard
I prolly deserve to be the richest, I waited longer than everybody
I prolly told that ho I miss her, she prolly said that I'm for everybody
Just 'cause I laugh, don't mean it's true, shit got a whole different meaning with you
You prolly lied right to my face, I made you think I'm believin' you
I miss bro'nem, we pour eights, it's prolly the only safe thing to do
I miss some Trackhawks feel like Wraiths, and ain't even know that I was speedin' too
Really a rapper, but I'm with the wolves, 'cause I know they've got dreams too
We had fell out, the whole world seen it, they had told me to leave you
Went back home when I got rich, and they said I needed you
So and so said I give out bad energy, but that's just my friend group
I stopped talkin' to her, 'cause she's mad at me, when she know I had shit to do
Ski right back, I'm on my way, ayy, ha-ha
I'm so outta space, all my meetings gotta be at three A.M
Same nigga slime me out be the same nigga that lie for me
I'ma go M.I.A., I'ma come right back with more racks for me
I can't feel my face, I can't feel my face, no gravity
Ho ain't in my way, but there's few that's on a ride with me
I'm so outta space, I'm so outta space, forgot about gravity
I can't feel my-, ayy, no gravity
I can't feel my face, I can't feel my face, no gravity
Eh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
A ho ain't in my way, but there's few that's on a ride with me
I can't feel my-, uh, I can't feel my face, no gravity
Top you-know-what, niggas not you-know-what
You know what's goin' on
Every few mad men made M's
You said you believe in me
I wanna know, do you even need me? (COUPE)
Eh, I prolly-
Prolly made shit look too-
I prolly made that shit look simple when everybody knew that shit get-
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I prolly made that shit look simple when everybody knew that shit get hard
I prolly deserve to be the richest, I waited longer than everybody
I prolly told that ho I miss her, she prolly said that I'm for everybody
Just 'cause I laugh, don't mean it's true, shit got a whole different meaning with you
You prolly lied right to my face, I made you think I'm believin' you
I miss bro'nem, we pour eights, it's prolly the only safe thing to do
I miss some Trackhawks feel like Wraiths, and ain't even know that I was speedin' too
Really a rapper, but I'm with the wolves, 'cause I know they've got dreams too
We had fell out, the whole world seen it, they had told me to leave you
Went back home when I got rich, and they said I needed you
So and so said I give out bad energy, but that's just my friend group
I stopped talkin' to her, 'cause she's mad at me, when she know I had shit to do
Ski right back, I'm on my way, ayy, ha-ha
I'm so outta space, all my meetings gotta be at three A.M
Same nigga slime me out be the same nigga that lie for me
I'ma go M.I.A., I'ma come right back with more racks for me
I can't feel my face, I can't feel my face, no gravity
Ho ain't in my way, but there's few that's on a ride with me
I'm so outta space, I'm so outta space, forgot about gravity
I can't feel my-, ayy, no gravity
I can't feel my face, I can't feel my face, no gravity
Eh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
A ho ain't in my way, but there's few that's on a ride with me
I can't feel my-, uh, I can't feel my face, no gravity
Top you-know-what, niggas not you-know-what
You know what's goin' on
Every few mad men made M's
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Ski What It Be
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
It is what it is
Ayy, ayy, ayy, right there, ayy
Look
I left with even more than I came with, can't stress shit
I made M's off of words, I blessed her
She the one kinda got my name lit, she regret it
Honestly, she got some nerve, I give lectures
To lil' bro and 'em, they crazy, I gotta bless them
'Cause bullets mean more than the words, I ain't special
It's Ski what it be
Ayy, bada-bing, bada-boom, it wasn't nothin' to see tough
Think I'm really Luciano, like we're for the RICO
She a top-tier creeper, saw her in the B-roll
She be jealous of Alexis, but she keep it P, though
I'ma sell out on my own, five thousand people
Niggas tryna hit the road and use me as a cheat-code
On a twenty mil' hunt, hunnid bands for lunch
I still never punt, backed up at the one
Ski Mafia just not here to get it done
More Tune, less Tony, never endin' run
They keep bookin' me overseas knowin' I don't like it
I had sold out in London before I did Wireless
I'll bet the whole house when I feel like it
I did the ho bad, but I still like her
I hate this rap shit, but makin' millions out it
Had to turn my slime up and take the feelings out it
Gemini, I'm two-faced, ayy, ayy, ayy
I left with even more than I came with, can't stress shit
I made M's off of words, I blessed her
She the one kinda got my name lit, she regret it
Honestly, she got some nerve, I give lectures
To lil' bro and 'em, they crazy, I gotta bless them
'Cause bullets mean more than the words, I ain't special
It's Ski what it be
It is what it is
Ayy, ayy, ayy, right there, ayy
Look
I left with even more than I came with, can't stress shit
I made M's off of words, I blessed her
She the one kinda got my name lit, she regret it
Honestly, she got some nerve, I give lectures
To lil' bro and 'em, they crazy, I gotta bless them
'Cause bullets mean more than the words, I ain't special
It's Ski what it be
Ayy, bada-bing, bada-boom, it wasn't nothin' to see tough
Think I'm really Luciano, like we're for the RICO
She a top-tier creeper, saw her in the B-roll
She be jealous of Alexis, but she keep it P, though
I'ma sell out on my own, five thousand people
Niggas tryna hit the road and use me as a cheat-code
On a twenty mil' hunt, hunnid bands for lunch
I still never punt, backed up at the one
Ski Mafia just not here to get it done
More Tune, less Tony, never endin' run
They keep bookin' me overseas knowin' I don't like it
I had sold out in London before I did Wireless
I'll bet the whole house when I feel like it
I did the ho bad, but I still like her
I hate this rap shit, but makin' millions out it
Had to turn my slime up and take the feelings out it
Gemini, I'm two-faced, ayy, ayy, ayy
I left with even more than I came with, can't stress shit
I made M's off of words, I blessed her
She the one kinda got my name lit, she regret it
Honestly, she got some nerve, I give lectures
To lil' bro and 'em, they crazy, I gotta bless them
'Cause bullets mean more than the words, I ain't special
It's Ski what it be
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
RIP
(Bhristo, talk to 'em, slime)
I turn an opp to a pack
Her best friend told her she better get back
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Ayy
I turn a ho to a pack
Her best friend told her she better get back
Say what you mean, be direct
Cash on the world, better keep it a stack
It's only two seats in the back
Somebody can't come, I'ma leave it with that
Whenever I'm geeked, I'm the best
Million dollar week, I ain't even get rest
Can't lose sleep 'bout a witch
F*cked her friend, but I think it's a test
Say what you mean, be direct
No more drink, who the reason for that?
Ain't even see you for that
It was f*ck everybody, you the reason for that
She caught me geekin' again
She think she slick, I'ma leave her for that
Nigga wanna beef on the 'net
I'ma be cool, lil' bro fiendin' for that
I used to go to sleep in the trap
I ain't even sell shit, that's where my people was at
I'd never see them again
Drink a lot of syrup, still lose sleep 'bout the shit
I ain't gon' speak on the shit
Whatever I say probably gon' deeper the shit
You just gon' keep it a wish, I'll really go get it, go see about the shit
I still be stuck in my ways, how I get higher than space?
How you gon' go against the people that know you and break your back for the fake?
I'm in the Bentley, I'm still spillin' codeine, 'cause some things never change
Know you excited about that pape', better not let it change you
Either way, slime or slatt, either way, prey get ate
Mind my business, leave it up to God, He don't make mistakes
I'm in a super car on drugs, now that I got His faith
Ain't nobody in my way, ayy
I'm still, I'm still Super Tune
I turn a ho to a pack
Her best friend told her she better get back
Say what you mean, be direct
Cash on the world, better keep it a stack
Only two seats in the back
Somebody can't come, I'ma leave it with that
I turn a ho to a pack
Her best friend told her she better get back
I turn a ho to a pack
Her best friend told her she better get-
I turn a ho to a pack
Ha-ha
Eh, eh, okay, okay
Okay
I turn an opp to a pack
Her best friend told her she better get back
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Ayy
I turn a ho to a pack
Her best friend told her she better get back
Say what you mean, be direct
Cash on the world, better keep it a stack
It's only two seats in the back
Somebody can't come, I'ma leave it with that
Whenever I'm geeked, I'm the best
Million dollar week, I ain't even get rest
Can't lose sleep 'bout a witch
F*cked her friend, but I think it's a test
Say what you mean, be direct
No more drink, who the reason for that?
Ain't even see you for that
It was f*ck everybody, you the reason for that
She caught me geekin' again
She think she slick, I'ma leave her for that
Nigga wanna beef on the 'net
I'ma be cool, lil' bro fiendin' for that
I used to go to sleep in the trap
I ain't even sell shit, that's where my people was at
I'd never see them again
Drink a lot of syrup, still lose sleep 'bout the shit
I ain't gon' speak on the shit
Whatever I say probably gon' deeper the shit
You just gon' keep it a wish, I'll really go get it, go see about the shit
I still be stuck in my ways, how I get higher than space?
How you gon' go against the people that know you and break your back for the fake?
I'm in the Bentley, I'm still spillin' codeine, 'cause some things never change
Know you excited about that pape', better not let it change you
Either way, slime or slatt, either way, prey get ate
Mind my business, leave it up to God, He don't make mistakes
I'm in a super car on drugs, now that I got His faith
Ain't nobody in my way, ayy
I'm still, I'm still Super Tune
I turn a ho to a pack
Her best friend told her she better get back
Say what you mean, be direct
Cash on the world, better keep it a stack
Only two seats in the back
Somebody can't come, I'ma leave it with that
I turn a ho to a pack
Her best friend told her she better get back
I turn a ho to a pack
Her best friend told her she better get-
I turn a ho to a pack
Ha-ha
Eh, eh, okay, okay
Okay
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
OUTRO
Ayy, I turn her into a star, turn her into a-
I turn her into a star, I taught her what it mean
I turn her into a star, I taught her the shit that it mean
I turn her into a star, I taught her the shit that it mean
I taught her the difference from drank
She want me to f*ck her on lean
Everywhere I go, see you on TV
Turn her into a-, ayy, ayy, ayy
I turn her into a star, I taught her the shit that it mean
I taught her the difference from drank
She want me to f*ck her on lean
Everywhere I go, see you on TV
Or a bitch just look just like you
I'ma trust you if you like Ayesha
I turn her into a star
She f*ck a rapper that looked like me
She made him buy my car
She want him to look like me
He left him behind her fellin'
But I'm still here in spirit
I used to think a Lamb' was a 'Rari, and that was 'til i hopped in it
I'm gettin' way used to the rental, my car might just be a picture
My bitch look good but she crazy, the grass be always greener
On the X, just like a Beamer, X7, to be exact
I'm speedin', but still relaxed, I lost all my demons, we gettin' 'em back
She post, 'cause she hope I react, I posted a cup and then made up my mind
I gave you the swag, I'm your your dad, you hope I don't notice, but it got a tag
He richer than me, a fact, I hit her first, so prolly' he mad
You makin' your city look bad, I hid a Rolls Royce ho in a Track'
With the mazza, I be right back, I just left Pluto, he said I speak facts
Bet you why sayin' you keep that, if you ever do want it, you gon' probably need that
Ain't a problem if you said it before, and it probably don't mean nun' if you don't keep that
Took the road to L.A. before, (?)
And I'm doin' a hunnid in traffic, what the f*ck I'm doin' with the seat back?
What I sowed then, I reap that
If I can't fit it, where the seat at?
How the fans know that was me? Walked in with the Kanye mask
Me and Tune, gon' tune another planet
She'll work for the NASA staff
Ayy, I'm swallowin' all my pride in a Rolls
I'm fakin' the love with the hoes
I'm leavin' loose change for the kids in the hood, guess this (?)
Real street nigga, play white boy, I mind my business, and I do dope
I'm drownin' in negative attention, surrounded by women, that's the life he choose
I told AJ I miss her, she sent me a picture of another ho
All fans want another heartbreak, what if I ain't got no heart left?
I'm rich, she carry the weight, but I know no one gotta' watch myself
I been thinkin' it all to myself, that's the only one I got left, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, I turn her into a star, she wanna, uh, uh, the lean
I turn her into a-, ayy, ayy
I turn her into a star, I taught her the shit that it mean
I taught her the difference from drank
She want me to f*ck her on lean
Everywhere I go, seen you on the TV
Or a bitch that look just like you
I turn her into a-
I turn her into a-
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
On Rodeo, in a Bentley, it's an officer who wanna read me my rights, damn
Ayy, ayy
I'on got nobody, I've been by my-, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
In a Lamb' on Rodeo, it's an officer who wanna read me my rights
I ain't got nobody, I've been by myself
I got rich, but we supposed to do that anyway
It's 'bout a bitch, and they gon' go against you anyway
She got sense that she look better, a nigga won't do her wrong
Damn, maybe I'm fried, shit, nigga, f*ck you doin'? You tweakin'
Fly shit brazy, like
Ho tryna stop the slime like Fauni
How you gettin' higher without tryin'?
She hate me at the moment, but know my body
I'on like to talk, I'm buyin'
Women still way more private
Devil in a dress, I helped her size it
It ain't what it seems, but it might be
It's always better when you not tryin'
At least, that is what it was, shit too different
I can't it fake it with nobody, they can't even pay me
No bap
I prolly' tell that ho, "Think different", she'll prolly trick me
I forgot a lot on drugs, but that lil' shit stuck with me
I know nobody got my back, I know nobody got my back
Prolly wouldn't even let 'em, big Balenci' stop the pedal
Buy a ho back from the devil, courtesy of me
Crossed a nigga out like Reed, twin say, "F*ck", it's f*ck 'em
Rap niggas not my brother, I'm with the creeks, I trust 'em
Young rap nigga with a check, still gon' use the muscle
Do bad by myself, gon' watch if I let 'em
I don't pour the rest, I think I'm in trouble
I ain't even left out love, start a fire for you
I'm in God hands, on designer substances
I'm on Callaway, different planet from you
Universe away (ayy, ayy)
Universe away, still here for you
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nobody got my back, nobody got my back, nobody got my back
Prolly' wouldn't even let 'em
Nobody got my back, nobody got my back, nobody got my back
Ayy, prolly' wouldn't even let 'em, maybe stop the pedal
Ayy, prolly', ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
In a Lamb' on Rodeo, it's an officer who wanna read me my rights
Eh, eh, ayy, ayy
I turn her into a star, I taught her what it mean
I turn her into a star, I taught her the shit that it mean
I turn her into a star, I taught her the shit that it mean
I taught her the difference from drank
She want me to f*ck her on lean
Everywhere I go, see you on TV
Turn her into a-, ayy, ayy, ayy
I turn her into a star, I taught her the shit that it mean
I taught her the difference from drank
She want me to f*ck her on lean
Everywhere I go, see you on TV
Or a bitch just look just like you
I'ma trust you if you like Ayesha
I turn her into a star
She f*ck a rapper that looked like me
She made him buy my car
She want him to look like me
He left him behind her fellin'
But I'm still here in spirit
I used to think a Lamb' was a 'Rari, and that was 'til i hopped in it
I'm gettin' way used to the rental, my car might just be a picture
My bitch look good but she crazy, the grass be always greener
On the X, just like a Beamer, X7, to be exact
I'm speedin', but still relaxed, I lost all my demons, we gettin' 'em back
She post, 'cause she hope I react, I posted a cup and then made up my mind
I gave you the swag, I'm your your dad, you hope I don't notice, but it got a tag
He richer than me, a fact, I hit her first, so prolly' he mad
You makin' your city look bad, I hid a Rolls Royce ho in a Track'
With the mazza, I be right back, I just left Pluto, he said I speak facts
Bet you why sayin' you keep that, if you ever do want it, you gon' probably need that
Ain't a problem if you said it before, and it probably don't mean nun' if you don't keep that
Took the road to L.A. before, (?)
And I'm doin' a hunnid in traffic, what the f*ck I'm doin' with the seat back?
What I sowed then, I reap that
If I can't fit it, where the seat at?
How the fans know that was me? Walked in with the Kanye mask
Me and Tune, gon' tune another planet
She'll work for the NASA staff
Ayy, I'm swallowin' all my pride in a Rolls
I'm fakin' the love with the hoes
I'm leavin' loose change for the kids in the hood, guess this (?)
Real street nigga, play white boy, I mind my business, and I do dope
I'm drownin' in negative attention, surrounded by women, that's the life he choose
I told AJ I miss her, she sent me a picture of another ho
All fans want another heartbreak, what if I ain't got no heart left?
I'm rich, she carry the weight, but I know no one gotta' watch myself
I been thinkin' it all to myself, that's the only one I got left, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, I turn her into a star, she wanna, uh, uh, the lean
I turn her into a-, ayy, ayy
I turn her into a star, I taught her the shit that it mean
I taught her the difference from drank
She want me to f*ck her on lean
Everywhere I go, seen you on the TV
Or a bitch that look just like you
I turn her into a-
I turn her into a-
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
On Rodeo, in a Bentley, it's an officer who wanna read me my rights, damn
Ayy, ayy
I'on got nobody, I've been by my-, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
In a Lamb' on Rodeo, it's an officer who wanna read me my rights
I ain't got nobody, I've been by myself
I got rich, but we supposed to do that anyway
It's 'bout a bitch, and they gon' go against you anyway
She got sense that she look better, a nigga won't do her wrong
Damn, maybe I'm fried, shit, nigga, f*ck you doin'? You tweakin'
Fly shit brazy, like
Ho tryna stop the slime like Fauni
How you gettin' higher without tryin'?
She hate me at the moment, but know my body
I'on like to talk, I'm buyin'
Women still way more private
Devil in a dress, I helped her size it
It ain't what it seems, but it might be
It's always better when you not tryin'
At least, that is what it was, shit too different
I can't it fake it with nobody, they can't even pay me
No bap
I prolly' tell that ho, "Think different", she'll prolly trick me
I forgot a lot on drugs, but that lil' shit stuck with me
I know nobody got my back, I know nobody got my back
Prolly wouldn't even let 'em, big Balenci' stop the pedal
Buy a ho back from the devil, courtesy of me
Crossed a nigga out like Reed, twin say, "F*ck", it's f*ck 'em
Rap niggas not my brother, I'm with the creeks, I trust 'em
Young rap nigga with a check, still gon' use the muscle
Do bad by myself, gon' watch if I let 'em
I don't pour the rest, I think I'm in trouble
I ain't even left out love, start a fire for you
I'm in God hands, on designer substances
I'm on Callaway, different planet from you
Universe away (ayy, ayy)
Universe away, still here for you
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nobody got my back, nobody got my back, nobody got my back
Prolly' wouldn't even let 'em
Nobody got my back, nobody got my back, nobody got my back
Ayy, prolly' wouldn't even let 'em, maybe stop the pedal
Ayy, prolly', ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
In a Lamb' on Rodeo, it's an officer who wanna read me my rights
Eh, eh, ayy, ayy
Writer: LC Camel Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
