Psst
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew (ok, let me hear your tag)
Phew, phew, phew, phew (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Phew, phew, phew, phew
Wa-way too much racks and you mad
I'm first place, you last, too bad (boop-boop)
Uh, poured 'Tussin on my head (yeah)
I-I just talked to my dad (yeah)
He put on so many swag (swag)
When you get them digits? Yeah
Yeah (ah), gang shot so many, yeah (ah)
Pull up, we had stopped the Bentley (boop-boop-boop)
Ah (Skrrt, skrrt), you don't got two pennies, uh (two pennies)
Ridin' 'round with lil' Menchie, yeah
And he got a .50, uh
I'm in Southside with it (ok, let me hear your tag)
I'm with it, get with me, yeah
I got lean, I'm leanin' (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I'm leanin', I'm leanin', yeah
Yeah, blew up the round, I'm like, "Where did it go?" Yeah
F*ck that bitch, I'll go get a new ho, yeah
Le-lean, spilled it on my new clothes, uh
Told my mama, "Things ain't changed, I'm still countin' dough" (boop-boop-boop-boop)
Hit my target, I'm like, "Bingo"
Plug love me 'cause I know lingo (lingo, what?)
Shoot that bitch like it's a free throw
Made some guap usin' the C-note (boop, slatt)
Wa-way too much racks and you mad (ok, let me hear your tag)
I'm first place, you last, too bad (boop-boop, ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Uh, poured 'Tussin on my head (Yeah)
I-I just talked to my dad (yeah)
He put on so many swag (swag)
When you get them digits? Yeah
Yeah (ah), gang shot so many, yeah (ah)
Pull up, we had stopped the Bentley (boop-boop-boop)
Ah (Skrrt, skrrt), you don't got two pennies, uh (two pennies)
Ridin' 'round with lil' Menchie, yeah
And he got a .50, uh (50)
I'm in Southside with it (ok, let me hear your tag)
I'm with it, get with me, yeah
I got lean, I'm leanin' (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I'm leanin', I'm leanin', yeah
Yeah, blew up the round, I'm like, "Where did it go?" Yeah
F*ck that bitch, I'll go get a new ho, yeah
Le-lean, spilled it on my new clothes, uh
Told my mama, "Things ain't changed, I'm still countin' dough" (boop-boop-boop-boop)
Hit my target, I'm like, "Bingo"
Plug love me 'cause I know lingo (lingo, what?)
Shoot that bitch like it's a free throw
Made some guap usin' the C-note (boop, slatt, ok, let me hear your tag)
OsamaSon - Jump Out Album Lyrics
OsamaSon - Jump Out Lyrics
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fool
Hm, talkin' 'bout
Hm, talkin' 'bout
Hm, talkin' 'bout (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Hm, talkin' 'bout (We gon' be okay)
Uh, my left hands full, uh (Yeah)
Pull up and I'm actin' a fool, yeah (Yeah)
Spend guap, spend guap on jewels, yeah (What?)
Spin that block, show me what you do, uh
I'ma show you what I do, ah (I do)
I'ma show you what I do, ah (I do)
One not enough, I need two, ah (Yeah)
One not enough, I need two, ah
Yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? Uh, yeah (boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
I got my fist wet, huh (what?)
I got my wrists wet
Finna hop on a big jet (what?)
Ask the pilot, "Is we there yet?" (Let's go)
I-i'ma take the risk, double dare, yeah (haha, yeah)
Why these niggas shootin' in the air? Yeah (yeah)
Your bitch all in my hair, uh, uh
Oh, yeah (Yeah), is you scared? (Scared)
My squad never gon' play fair (boom-boom-boom)
Oh-oh, you think you lit? Sit him down in a chair (sit him down)
Can't find two f*cks, so you think I care? (I don't care)
Anything for my slime, we gon' put him in the air (f*ck, damn)
Yeah, I wish you can see all this shit, slatt (slatt, get back)
Too much hoes runnin' up, tell 'em, "Get back" (what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Yeah, but the baddest one, send 'em to the back
Yeah, I'm runnin' to the guap, gotta stay on track (what? What?)
I'm in it, yeah, I'm in it, bitch, and I'm spinnin', uh (yeah, uh, ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Huh, I'm gettin' all the winnings, yeah (ah)
Ah, I'm winnin', yeah (yeah)
Ah, I'm winnin' (slatt)
Ah, I'm winnin', yeah (wassup?)
Ah, I'm winnin' (wassup?)
Ah, I'm winnin', yeah (bitch, wassup?)
Hm, talkin' 'bout (whoa, pull up and I'm actin' a fool, whoa)
Hm, talkin' 'bout
Hm, talkin' 'bout (whoa)
Hm, talkin' 'bout (whoa)
Uh, my left hands full, uh (yeah)
Pull up and I'm actin' a fool, yeah (yeah)
Spend guap, spend guap on jewels, yeah (what?)
Spin that block, show me what you do, uh
I'ma show you what I do, ah (I do)
I'ma show you what I do, ah (I do)
One not enough, I need two, ah (yeah)
One not enough, I need two, ah
Yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? Uh, yeah (boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Hm, talkin' 'bout
Hm, talkin' 'bout (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Hm, talkin' 'bout (We gon' be okay)
Uh, my left hands full, uh (Yeah)
Pull up and I'm actin' a fool, yeah (Yeah)
Spend guap, spend guap on jewels, yeah (What?)
Spin that block, show me what you do, uh
I'ma show you what I do, ah (I do)
I'ma show you what I do, ah (I do)
One not enough, I need two, ah (Yeah)
One not enough, I need two, ah
Yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? Uh, yeah (boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
I got my fist wet, huh (what?)
I got my wrists wet
Finna hop on a big jet (what?)
Ask the pilot, "Is we there yet?" (Let's go)
I-i'ma take the risk, double dare, yeah (haha, yeah)
Why these niggas shootin' in the air? Yeah (yeah)
Your bitch all in my hair, uh, uh
Oh, yeah (Yeah), is you scared? (Scared)
My squad never gon' play fair (boom-boom-boom)
Oh-oh, you think you lit? Sit him down in a chair (sit him down)
Can't find two f*cks, so you think I care? (I don't care)
Anything for my slime, we gon' put him in the air (f*ck, damn)
Yeah, I wish you can see all this shit, slatt (slatt, get back)
Too much hoes runnin' up, tell 'em, "Get back" (what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Yeah, but the baddest one, send 'em to the back
Yeah, I'm runnin' to the guap, gotta stay on track (what? What?)
I'm in it, yeah, I'm in it, bitch, and I'm spinnin', uh (yeah, uh, ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Huh, I'm gettin' all the winnings, yeah (ah)
Ah, I'm winnin', yeah (yeah)
Ah, I'm winnin' (slatt)
Ah, I'm winnin', yeah (wassup?)
Ah, I'm winnin' (wassup?)
Ah, I'm winnin', yeah (bitch, wassup?)
Hm, talkin' 'bout (whoa, pull up and I'm actin' a fool, whoa)
Hm, talkin' 'bout
Hm, talkin' 'bout (whoa)
Hm, talkin' 'bout (whoa)
Uh, my left hands full, uh (yeah)
Pull up and I'm actin' a fool, yeah (yeah)
Spend guap, spend guap on jewels, yeah (what?)
Spin that block, show me what you do, uh
I'ma show you what I do, ah (I do)
I'ma show you what I do, ah (I do)
One not enough, I need two, ah (yeah)
One not enough, I need two, ah
Yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Uh, yeah, what you gon' do? Uh, yeah (boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
GTFO The Room
(ok, let me hear your tag) Yeah
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God) Uh
Yeah, yeah, get out of the motherf*ckin' room (Bitch)
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, lil' bitch
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, bitch (F*ck out the room)
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, bitch (Slatt)
I had the hoes on shrooms, yeah
I had racks, goin' stupid (Let's go)
Steering well, go "Vroom," man
I can rock out too, bitch (Rock out, rock out)
I can rock out too, bitch (Rock out, rock out)
I can rock out too, bitch (Yeah, let's go)
I can rock out too, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah, hold up, yeah (Let's get it)
Heard you was a loser (Yeah)
Brand-new 'Vette, don't snooze, boy can't catch up, it gon' lose ya
Left 'em on the news, where they left him? Oh yeah, oh yeah
Bitch, I told him to press the pedal, uh (Go, slime, yeah, slime)
Hold up, spend fourteen on 'em, yeah
Racks on me, uh, yeah
Bet your team wanna, yeah
We're so clean on 'em, uh
Brand-new tee for 'em, yeah
What's your name, homie? (Yeah)
What's your name, homie? (Yeah, woah)
What's your name, homie? (What's your name, homie?)
Brand-new chain, okay, yeah (Uh, yeah)
This the shit from ok (Yeah), get your shit from ok (Okay, uh-huh)
I'm not playin', no way (Uh-huh, yeah)
Shooters came from Norway (Yeah, slime)
And he shootin' your way (Boop-boop)
Shooters comin' your way (Woah, slatt)
Yeah, she love how I'm swaggin', how I swag, yeah (Slatt)
Yeah (Boop-boop), brand-new red whip roarin' like a dragon, hold up (Pfft)
Tell them, "Get the f*ck out," yeah, get out that way (Yeah), yeah
Tell them, "Get the f*ck out," yeah, yeah, that way (Woah)
(The f*ck out of here, yeah) The f*ck out (Yeah), uh (Bitch)
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, yeah, yeah, bitch (F*ck are you talkin' about?)
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, lil' bitch (F*ck out the room, f*ck out the room)
Just get out of the motherf*ckin' room, bitch (ok, let me hear your tag)
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, lil' bitch
I had the hoes on shrooms, yeah
I had racks, goin' stupid (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Steering well, go "Vroom," man
I can rock out too, bitch (Rock out, rock out)
I can rock out too, bitch (Rock out, rock out)
I can rock out too, bitch (Yeah, let's go)
I can rock out too, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah, hold up, yeah (Let's get it)
Heard you was a loser (Yeah)
Brand-new 'Vette, don't snooze, boy can't catch up, it gon' lose ya
Left 'em on the news, where they left him? Oh yeah, oh yeah
Bitch, I told him to press the pedal, uh (Go, slime, yeah, slime)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God) Uh
Yeah, yeah, get out of the motherf*ckin' room (Bitch)
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, lil' bitch
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, bitch (F*ck out the room)
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, bitch (Slatt)
I had the hoes on shrooms, yeah
I had racks, goin' stupid (Let's go)
Steering well, go "Vroom," man
I can rock out too, bitch (Rock out, rock out)
I can rock out too, bitch (Rock out, rock out)
I can rock out too, bitch (Yeah, let's go)
I can rock out too, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah, hold up, yeah (Let's get it)
Heard you was a loser (Yeah)
Brand-new 'Vette, don't snooze, boy can't catch up, it gon' lose ya
Left 'em on the news, where they left him? Oh yeah, oh yeah
Bitch, I told him to press the pedal, uh (Go, slime, yeah, slime)
Hold up, spend fourteen on 'em, yeah
Racks on me, uh, yeah
Bet your team wanna, yeah
We're so clean on 'em, uh
Brand-new tee for 'em, yeah
What's your name, homie? (Yeah)
What's your name, homie? (Yeah, woah)
What's your name, homie? (What's your name, homie?)
Brand-new chain, okay, yeah (Uh, yeah)
This the shit from ok (Yeah), get your shit from ok (Okay, uh-huh)
I'm not playin', no way (Uh-huh, yeah)
Shooters came from Norway (Yeah, slime)
And he shootin' your way (Boop-boop)
Shooters comin' your way (Woah, slatt)
Yeah, she love how I'm swaggin', how I swag, yeah (Slatt)
Yeah (Boop-boop), brand-new red whip roarin' like a dragon, hold up (Pfft)
Tell them, "Get the f*ck out," yeah, get out that way (Yeah), yeah
Tell them, "Get the f*ck out," yeah, yeah, that way (Woah)
(The f*ck out of here, yeah) The f*ck out (Yeah), uh (Bitch)
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, yeah, yeah, bitch (F*ck are you talkin' about?)
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, lil' bitch (F*ck out the room, f*ck out the room)
Just get out of the motherf*ckin' room, bitch (ok, let me hear your tag)
Get out of the motherf*ckin' room, lil' bitch
I had the hoes on shrooms, yeah
I had racks, goin' stupid (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Steering well, go "Vroom," man
I can rock out too, bitch (Rock out, rock out)
I can rock out too, bitch (Rock out, rock out)
I can rock out too, bitch (Yeah, let's go)
I can rock out too, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah, hold up, yeah (Let's get it)
Heard you was a loser (Yeah)
Brand-new 'Vette, don't snooze, boy can't catch up, it gon' lose ya
Left 'em on the news, where they left him? Oh yeah, oh yeah
Bitch, I told him to press the pedal, uh (Go, slime, yeah, slime)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Made Sum Plans
(ok, let me hear your tag)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I made some plans for us, wait 'til you land, go nuts
Then nobody gon' know nothin', I know they gon' hate on us (yeah)
Huh, talk to me, baby, I'm on that drank
Yeah, tell me what you need and I break the bank
Huh, talk to me, baby, I'm on that drank
Yeah, tell me what you need and I break the bank (and I break the bank)
My old ho watchin', yeah (slatt)
Love when you talkin', let's go
Been lookin' for you girl, why you never show?
Know I gave you the world, Givenchy your toes
An-and you know that you my girl, everybody knows
Gi-give you diamonds, yeah, I give you pearls, don't listen to what they talkin'
It's me and you, let's lock in, I love it when you walk in
You're new, and, yeah, I love that
You know I'm not just talkin' (you know I'm not just talkin')
Pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh
I made some plans for us (ok, let me hear your tag)
Wait 'til you land, go nuts (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Then nobody gon' know nothin', I know they gon' hate on us (yeah)
Huh, talk to me, baby, I'm on that drank
Yeah, tell me what you need and I break the bank
Huh, talk to me, baby, I'm on that drank
Yeah, tell me what you need and I break the bank
(And I break the bank)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I made some plans for us, wait 'til you land, go nuts
Then nobody gon' know nothin', I know they gon' hate on us (yeah)
Huh, talk to me, baby, I'm on that drank
Yeah, tell me what you need and I break the bank
Huh, talk to me, baby, I'm on that drank
Yeah, tell me what you need and I break the bank (and I break the bank)
My old ho watchin', yeah (slatt)
Love when you talkin', let's go
Been lookin' for you girl, why you never show?
Know I gave you the world, Givenchy your toes
An-and you know that you my girl, everybody knows
Gi-give you diamonds, yeah, I give you pearls, don't listen to what they talkin'
It's me and you, let's lock in, I love it when you walk in
You're new, and, yeah, I love that
You know I'm not just talkin' (you know I'm not just talkin')
Pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh
I made some plans for us (ok, let me hear your tag)
Wait 'til you land, go nuts (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Then nobody gon' know nothin', I know they gon' hate on us (yeah)
Huh, talk to me, baby, I'm on that drank
Yeah, tell me what you need and I break the bank
Huh, talk to me, baby, I'm on that drank
Yeah, tell me what you need and I break the bank
(And I break the bank)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Break Da News
(We gon' be okay)
(Pfft, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I don't know how to break the news (yeah), but I'm rich, though
We just score, don't quit, but we still got some more Tris', yeah (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I just score all day, I don't average no assists, yeah (boop-boop-boop-boop)
All my shooters from the block never miss, yeah
All these hoes run these blogs, suck my dick, ah (shut up)
I'ma get away, bitch, a model wear your fit, yeah (slatt)
Brand-new day, yeah, I'm still countin' these figures (yeah, slatt)
I'm like, "Hold up, what done got into them?"
All my pockets full, yeah
Switch up team to clean up squad (the clean up squad)
Wa-wake me up if fire goin' off (yeah)
Michael Vick, bitch, we got dogs (oh yeah)
Hood treat me like I'm God (on God)
Mud, watch over my dogs, uh
Y'all stack up for bad nights, yeah (nights)
Still ride 'round with my pipe, yeah
Go tell that boy, "Good night"
I'm a demon in disguise (I'm a demon in disguise)
(Pfft, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I don't know how to break the news (yeah), but I'm rich, yeah (yeah)
We just score, don't quit, but we still got some more Tris', yeah
I just score all day, I don't average no assists, yeah (boop-boop-boop-boop)
All my shooters from the block never miss, yeah
All these hoes run these blogs, suck my dick, ah (shut up)
I'ma get away, bitch, a model wear your fit, yeah
Brand-new day, yeah, I'm still countin' these figures (yeah, slatt)
(Pfft, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I don't know how to break the news (yeah), but I'm rich, though
We just score, don't quit, but we still got some more Tris', yeah (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I just score all day, I don't average no assists, yeah (boop-boop-boop-boop)
All my shooters from the block never miss, yeah
All these hoes run these blogs, suck my dick, ah (shut up)
I'ma get away, bitch, a model wear your fit, yeah (slatt)
Brand-new day, yeah, I'm still countin' these figures (yeah, slatt)
I'm like, "Hold up, what done got into them?"
All my pockets full, yeah
Switch up team to clean up squad (the clean up squad)
Wa-wake me up if fire goin' off (yeah)
Michael Vick, bitch, we got dogs (oh yeah)
Hood treat me like I'm God (on God)
Mud, watch over my dogs, uh
Y'all stack up for bad nights, yeah (nights)
Still ride 'round with my pipe, yeah
Go tell that boy, "Good night"
I'm a demon in disguise (I'm a demon in disguise)
(Pfft, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I don't know how to break the news (yeah), but I'm rich, yeah (yeah)
We just score, don't quit, but we still got some more Tris', yeah
I just score all day, I don't average no assists, yeah (boop-boop-boop-boop)
All my shooters from the block never miss, yeah
All these hoes run these blogs, suck my dick, ah (shut up)
I'ma get away, bitch, a model wear your fit, yeah
Brand-new day, yeah, I'm still countin' these figures (yeah, slatt)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Room 156
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God) Go hard, yeah, this bitch go hard
(We gon' be okay) Go hard, yeah, this bitch go hard
Go hard, yeah, this bitch go hard
Pull up, drop, yeah
Take your spot, yeah
Hella guap, yeah, hella thots, uh
What's your spot? I just pulled up in the lot
Yeah, we scorin' drop, yeah
Ye-ye-yeah, we scorin' drop, yeah
Yeah, the top floor, yeah, top floor
Rich like an NBA player, no pop up, yeah
We can do it, I know you not like us
Yeah, bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah (We gon' be okay)
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
(Bitch, you won't know, bitch, you won't know)
Move on, this bitch brain was so damn good, can't put my shoes on
Lean 'bout to put me in my lean zone
Okay, okay, I know what you on
Okay, okay, I know what you on
Okay, okay, I know what you on
Okay, okay, I know what you on
Okay, okay, I know what you on
(We gon' be okay)
(We gon' be okay) Go hard, yeah, this bitch go hard
Go hard, yeah, this bitch go hard
Pull up, drop, yeah
Take your spot, yeah
Hella guap, yeah, hella thots, uh
What's your spot? I just pulled up in the lot
Yeah, we scorin' drop, yeah
Ye-ye-yeah, we scorin' drop, yeah
Yeah, the top floor, yeah, top floor
Rich like an NBA player, no pop up, yeah
We can do it, I know you not like us
Yeah, bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah (ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah (We gon' be okay)
Bitch, you won't know if you never try to go, yeah
(Bitch, you won't know, bitch, you won't know)
Move on, this bitch brain was so damn good, can't put my shoes on
Lean 'bout to put me in my lean zone
Okay, okay, I know what you on
Okay, okay, I know what you on
Okay, okay, I know what you on
Okay, okay, I know what you on
Okay, okay, I know what you on
(We gon' be okay)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Jumpout
I'm puttin' him on the news, I be with them boys with the tools
I spilled out the lean on my shoes, I been on this shit, nothin' new
I been on this shit, nothin' new, I been on this shit, nothin' new
I been on this shit, nothin' new, I been on this shit, nothin' new
Yeah, I'm in a two-door, smash, huh, I'm doin two hundred on the dash, yeah
I just count my bag, yeah, I just run to the bag, uh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
I can't choose, I can't choose (nah)
My boy tote AR, gon' put him on the news
Cut off that bitch, she a real loose screw
I pour more lean than DJ Screw
She wanna rock my clothes, uh, she wanna rock my world, ooh
I'm puttin' him on the news, I be with them boys with the tools
I spilled out the lean on my shoes, I been on this shit, nothin' new
I been on this shit, nothin' new, I been on this shit, nothin' new
I been on this shit, nothin' new, I been on this shit, nothin' new
Yeah, I'm in a two-door, smash, huh, I'm doin two hundred on the dash, yeah
I just count my bag, yeah, I just run to the bag, uh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
I spilled out the lean on my shoes, I been on this shit, nothin' new
I been on this shit, nothin' new, I been on this shit, nothin' new
I been on this shit, nothin' new, I been on this shit, nothin' new
Yeah, I'm in a two-door, smash, huh, I'm doin two hundred on the dash, yeah
I just count my bag, yeah, I just run to the bag, uh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
I can't choose, I can't choose (nah)
My boy tote AR, gon' put him on the news
Cut off that bitch, she a real loose screw
I pour more lean than DJ Screw
She wanna rock my clothes, uh, she wanna rock my world, ooh
I'm puttin' him on the news, I be with them boys with the tools
I spilled out the lean on my shoes, I been on this shit, nothin' new
I been on this shit, nothin' new, I been on this shit, nothin' new
I been on this shit, nothin' new, I been on this shit, nothin' new
Yeah, I'm in a two-door, smash, huh, I'm doin two hundred on the dash, yeah
I just count my bag, yeah, I just run to the bag, uh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
My boy gon' eat her, my boy gon' eat her, ugh
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Going Dumbo
Yeah, yeah (wlime, slime, slime, slime)
Yeah, I walked in, goin' dumb
These hoes, goin' down
These shows, goin' dumb
I've been doing somethin'
Racks on racks, come on hun
Slay 'em for a honeybun
Slay 'em, oh yeah, go slay 'em, yeah, my bitch slay
Do not come this way, my 23 got switchblade
We're just ballin' every day, feel like Yao, let's get paid (yeah)
How much I'm makin' today?
YSL jeans, uh, okay
Percs in my piss, I'm straight
Pass that lil' whip (skrrt), I'm late
Gettin' too high these days (slatt)
I swear I'm not gon' change (I swear on God)
Spend that lil' pocket change
I pull up, make it rain (hol' up)
Bitches get naked, yeah
That's how I face it, man
They think I'm racin', 'cause this whip keep on fadin', uh (Yyeah)
Switchin' these lanes, I told my slime, "Keep maintainin'," yeah
No, they can't tame ya, new guns, new banger (boop-boop-boop-boop)
You not a thing (Yeah), bruh, got my stick in the same clothes
(Let's get it, let's get it, let's go)
(Slime, slime, slime, yeah, let's go)
I know, they've been wastin' time, hol' up
Countin' up the racks, just to waste some time (time)
Wastin' time, we just wastin' time
(Bitch, let's get it)
Yeah, yeah (Slime, slime, slime, slime)
Yeah, I walked in, goin' dumb
These hoes, goin' down
These shows, goin' dumb
I've been doing somethin'
Racks on racks, come on hun
Slay 'em for a honeybun
Slay 'em, oh yeah, go slay 'em, yeah, my bitch slay
Do not come this way, my 23 got switchblade
We're just ballin' every day, feel like Yao, let's get paid (yeah)
How much I'm makin' today?
YSL jeans, uh, okay
Percs in my piss, I'm straight
Pass that lil' whip (skrrt), I'm late
Yeah, I walked in, goin' dumb
These hoes, goin' down
These shows, goin' dumb
I've been doing somethin'
Racks on racks, come on hun
Slay 'em for a honeybun
Slay 'em, oh yeah, go slay 'em, yeah, my bitch slay
Do not come this way, my 23 got switchblade
We're just ballin' every day, feel like Yao, let's get paid (yeah)
How much I'm makin' today?
YSL jeans, uh, okay
Percs in my piss, I'm straight
Pass that lil' whip (skrrt), I'm late
Gettin' too high these days (slatt)
I swear I'm not gon' change (I swear on God)
Spend that lil' pocket change
I pull up, make it rain (hol' up)
Bitches get naked, yeah
That's how I face it, man
They think I'm racin', 'cause this whip keep on fadin', uh (Yyeah)
Switchin' these lanes, I told my slime, "Keep maintainin'," yeah
No, they can't tame ya, new guns, new banger (boop-boop-boop-boop)
You not a thing (Yeah), bruh, got my stick in the same clothes
(Let's get it, let's get it, let's go)
(Slime, slime, slime, yeah, let's go)
I know, they've been wastin' time, hol' up
Countin' up the racks, just to waste some time (time)
Wastin' time, we just wastin' time
(Bitch, let's get it)
Yeah, yeah (Slime, slime, slime, slime)
Yeah, I walked in, goin' dumb
These hoes, goin' down
These shows, goin' dumb
I've been doing somethin'
Racks on racks, come on hun
Slay 'em for a honeybun
Slay 'em, oh yeah, go slay 'em, yeah, my bitch slay
Do not come this way, my 23 got switchblade
We're just ballin' every day, feel like Yao, let's get paid (yeah)
How much I'm makin' today?
YSL jeans, uh, okay
Percs in my piss, I'm straight
Pass that lil' whip (skrrt), I'm late
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
She Need A Ride
(ok, let me hear your tag)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God) yeah
Woke up way too fried, but I woke up and got fly (we gon' be okay)
Can't fit in this ride, can't fit in this two-door ride, yeah
This lil' bitch a groupie, she keep askin' for a ride, yeah
Somebody give her a ride, somebody give this ho a ride, yeah
That shit get you fried? That shit don't even get me fried, yeah
This bitch got some thighs, in here flexin', like, alright, yeah
Hop up out this ride, or you can jump out and die, uh
Come on boys, let's slime, and they just gon' come and slime, yeah
Pull up on the opp block (pull up), and it hit 'bout nine, uh
I can't switch the 9, uh
23, Jumpman, find ya
23, Jumpman, yeah, yeah
.223 f*ck your mind up, uh
I gotta sign-up (yeah), I had a line-up
I got some time (bitch), yeah, we could line it up (bitch, bitch)
I do so damn fine, off the drank (yeah), man, might break a line, uh (yeah)
Bitch can't fit inside this lil' whip because I'm flyin' (slatt)
Yeah
Woke up way too fried, but I woke up and got fly (fly)
Can't fit in this ride, can't fit in this two-door ride, yeah
This lil' bitch a groupie, she keep askin' for a ride, yeah
Somebody give her a ride, somebody give this ho a ride, yeah
That shit get you fried? That shit don't even get me fried, yeah
This bitch got some thighs, in here flexin', like, alright, yeah
Hop up out this ride, or you can jump out and die, uh (yeah)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God) yeah
Woke up way too fried, but I woke up and got fly (we gon' be okay)
Can't fit in this ride, can't fit in this two-door ride, yeah
This lil' bitch a groupie, she keep askin' for a ride, yeah
Somebody give her a ride, somebody give this ho a ride, yeah
That shit get you fried? That shit don't even get me fried, yeah
This bitch got some thighs, in here flexin', like, alright, yeah
Hop up out this ride, or you can jump out and die, uh
Come on boys, let's slime, and they just gon' come and slime, yeah
Pull up on the opp block (pull up), and it hit 'bout nine, uh
I can't switch the 9, uh
23, Jumpman, find ya
23, Jumpman, yeah, yeah
.223 f*ck your mind up, uh
I gotta sign-up (yeah), I had a line-up
I got some time (bitch), yeah, we could line it up (bitch, bitch)
I do so damn fine, off the drank (yeah), man, might break a line, uh (yeah)
Bitch can't fit inside this lil' whip because I'm flyin' (slatt)
Yeah
Woke up way too fried, but I woke up and got fly (fly)
Can't fit in this ride, can't fit in this two-door ride, yeah
This lil' bitch a groupie, she keep askin' for a ride, yeah
Somebody give her a ride, somebody give this ho a ride, yeah
That shit get you fried? That shit don't even get me fried, yeah
This bitch got some thighs, in here flexin', like, alright, yeah
Hop up out this ride, or you can jump out and die, uh (yeah)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
New Tune
Three thousand dollar fit, but I'll still hit a lick
The FN hawkin' shit, this lil' bitch knockin' bridges, yeah, yeah
Hit the lotto, f*ck do I know? Yeah, I still swerve in potholes
This bitch said she gon' take my soul, bu-but it's already gone, uh
F*ck on new-new when I go back home, lil' bitch
This a new tune, you don't know this song, yeah
All them Percs get me in my zone, yeah
K-15 match my FN, let's go, yeah
Can't pick up the phone, bitch, I'm back on the road, yeah
You 'posed to be on go once you seen me and froze up
We smoke Z41 straight by the 'bow, yeah
You don't gotta drop your lo', we get drops for the low, yeah
Lil' O came in this bitch, fresh from head to toe, yeah
I just hit a pick six, yeah, GG, boy, you sold, yeah
Got the back load, it was too much hunchos, yeah
Ho, close the door, I don't want it no more (I don't want it no more)
Three thousand dollar fit, but I'll still hit a lick
The FN hawkin' shit, this lil' bitch knockin' bridges, yeah, yeah
Hit the lotto, f*ck, do I know? Yeah, I still swerve in potholes
This bitch said she gon' take my soul, bu-but it's already gone, uh
F*ck on new-new when I go back home, lil' bitch
This a new tune, you don't know this song, yeah
All them Percs get me in my zone, yeah
K-15 match my FN, let's go, yeah
Can't pick up the phone, bitch, I'm back on the road, yeah
You 'posed to be on go once you seen me and froze up (seen me and froze up)
The FN hawkin' shit, this lil' bitch knockin' bridges, yeah, yeah
Hit the lotto, f*ck do I know? Yeah, I still swerve in potholes
This bitch said she gon' take my soul, bu-but it's already gone, uh
F*ck on new-new when I go back home, lil' bitch
This a new tune, you don't know this song, yeah
All them Percs get me in my zone, yeah
K-15 match my FN, let's go, yeah
Can't pick up the phone, bitch, I'm back on the road, yeah
You 'posed to be on go once you seen me and froze up
We smoke Z41 straight by the 'bow, yeah
You don't gotta drop your lo', we get drops for the low, yeah
Lil' O came in this bitch, fresh from head to toe, yeah
I just hit a pick six, yeah, GG, boy, you sold, yeah
Got the back load, it was too much hunchos, yeah
Ho, close the door, I don't want it no more (I don't want it no more)
Three thousand dollar fit, but I'll still hit a lick
The FN hawkin' shit, this lil' bitch knockin' bridges, yeah, yeah
Hit the lotto, f*ck, do I know? Yeah, I still swerve in potholes
This bitch said she gon' take my soul, bu-but it's already gone, uh
F*ck on new-new when I go back home, lil' bitch
This a new tune, you don't know this song, yeah
All them Percs get me in my zone, yeah
K-15 match my FN, let's go, yeah
Can't pick up the phone, bitch, I'm back on the road, yeah
You 'posed to be on go once you seen me and froze up (seen me and froze up)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Waffle House
(ok, let me hear your tag)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout (say what?)
Bling-blaow, my diamonds goin' wild (uh)
Yo-you had that check, then f*cked up, uh (oh wow)
Hold up, give me an inch, I run a mile, uh (oh wow), yeah
I got Ren at all my shows, can you hear me now?
Hood designer drip from head to toe, can you see me now?
Ho-hoes wanna eat me now, th-this bitch stay hot, a fifty round
Ho-ho-hoes wanna eat me now, ne-new Bentley two-fifty
Brand-new MAC just for the team (boop-boop-boop-boop)
I seen Mack, I spill his beans (let's go)
Shoot up the whole VIP (boop-boop-boop-boop)
With this green beam, you know it's me (oh, f*ck)
I did it again
Cu-cup, f*ck, I'm sippin' again
Bring one more 'cause I need two friends
First place, yeah, bitch, where my winnings?
Hoes goin', the-they like, "How you know them?"
Hold up, slime, you in that car? On-one wrong turn and they blow down
Yeah, I'm ready for the go-down
My bitch don't go by no pronouns
Lil' O still steppin', oh damn, Lil' O still flexin', oh damn (jump out)
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout (say what?)
Bling-blaow, my diamonds goin' wild (uh)
Yo-you had that check, then f*cked up, uh (oh wow)
Hold up, give me an inch, I run a mile, uh (oh wow), yeah
I got Ren at all my shows, can you hear me now?
Hood designer drip from head to toe, can you see me now?
Ho-hoes wanna eat me now, th-this bitch stay hot, a fifty round
Ho-ho-hoes wanna eat me now, ne-new Bentley two-fifty
Brand-new MAC just for the team (boop-boop-boop-boop)
I seen Mack, I spill his beans (let's go)
Shoot up the whole VIP (boop-boop-boop-boop)
With this green beam, you know it's me (oh, f*ck)
I did it again
Cu-cup, f*ck, I'm sippin' again
Bring one more 'cause I need two friends
First place, yeah, bitch, where my winnings?
(ok, let me hear your tag)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout (say what?)
Bling-blaow, my diamonds goin' wild (uh)
Yo-you had that check, then f*cked up, uh (oh wow)
Hold up, give me an inch, I run a mile, uh (oh wow), yeah
I got Ren at all my shows, can you hear me now?
Hood designer drip from head to toe, can you see me now?
Ho-hoes wanna eat me now, th-this bitch stay hot, a fifty round
Ho-ho-hoes wanna eat me now, ne-new Bentley two-fifty
Brand-new MAC just for the team (boop-boop-boop-boop)
I seen Mack, I spill his beans (let's go)
Shoot up the whole VIP (boop-boop-boop-boop)
With this green beam, you know it's me (oh, f*ck)
I did it again
Cu-cup, f*ck, I'm sippin' again
Bring one more 'cause I need two friends
First place, yeah, bitch, where my winnings?
Hoes goin', the-they like, "How you know them?"
Hold up, slime, you in that car? On-one wrong turn and they blow down
Yeah, I'm ready for the go-down
My bitch don't go by no pronouns
Lil' O still steppin', oh damn, Lil' O still flexin', oh damn (jump out)
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout (say what?)
Bling-blaow, my diamonds goin' wild (uh)
Yo-you had that check, then f*cked up, uh (oh wow)
Hold up, give me an inch, I run a mile, uh (oh wow), yeah
I got Ren at all my shows, can you hear me now?
Hood designer drip from head to toe, can you see me now?
Ho-hoes wanna eat me now, th-this bitch stay hot, a fifty round
Ho-ho-hoes wanna eat me now, ne-new Bentley two-fifty
Brand-new MAC just for the team (boop-boop-boop-boop)
I seen Mack, I spill his beans (let's go)
Shoot up the whole VIP (boop-boop-boop-boop)
With this green beam, you know it's me (oh, f*ck)
I did it again
Cu-cup, f*ck, I'm sippin' again
Bring one more 'cause I need two friends
First place, yeah, bitch, where my winnings?
(ok, let me hear your tag)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Got The Fye
(ok, let me hear your tag)
(Let me know)
I got the fire, uh (slime just hit my phone with a new one)
I got the, I got the
I got the fire, so turn up, got brand-new hoes, they burnt up
And I ain't slime out my plug, 'cause he's still showin' me love
And I don't pass out no hugs, bitch, 5.56 catch a slug
And I'm addicted to cash, these boys addicted to drugs
And I'ma get on your ass, if you step a foot in this club (let's go)
Hol' up, yeah
Get lost with me (Lil' O), your bitch talk to me (talk)
A big boss fully, Lil' O, big boss bully
The four-doors came with cookie, yeah
Close the blinds, they lookin'
Hol' up, let him cook (ayy), yeah, that boy cookin' (ayy)
Consider that shit tooken (yeah), Perc' beat up, beat up, whoopin', yeah (beat up, beat up, beat up)
I pulled up, whoopee cushion, now all these hoes lookin'
I f*cked up when I shouldn't, all these, all these hoes lookin'
(Boop, boop-boop, boop, boop, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop, boop)
Let me know when you done
Slime just hit my phone with a new one
Boy, you would get left in the cold, if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left (boop), if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left in the cold, if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left (boop), if you do somethin'
(Slime, yeah, bitch, yeah, yeah)
(Bitch)
I got the fire, uh
I got the, I got the
I got the fire, so turn up, got brand-new hoes they burnt up
And I ain't slime out my plug, 'cause he's still showin' me love
And I don't pass out no hugs, bitch, 5.56 catch a slug
And I'm addicted to cash, these boys addicted to drugs
I got the fire, so turn up, got brand-new hoes, they burnt up
And I ain't slime out my plug, 'cause he's still showin' me love
And I don't pass out no hugs, bitch, 5.56 catch a slug
And I'm addicted to cash, these boys addicted to drugs
(These boys addicted to drugs)
Let me know, when you done
Slime just hit my phone with a new one
Boy, you would get left in the cold, if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left (boop), if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left in the cold, if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left (boop, slatt), if you do somethin'
(ok, let me hear your tag)
(Let me know)
I got the fire, uh (slime just hit my phone with a new one)
I got the, I got the
I got the fire, so turn up, got brand-new hoes, they burnt up
And I ain't slime out my plug, 'cause he's still showin' me love
And I don't pass out no hugs, bitch, 5.56 catch a slug
And I'm addicted to cash, these boys addicted to drugs
And I'ma get on your ass, if you step a foot in this club (let's go)
Hol' up, yeah
Get lost with me (Lil' O), your bitch talk to me (talk)
A big boss fully, Lil' O, big boss bully
The four-doors came with cookie, yeah
Close the blinds, they lookin'
Hol' up, let him cook (ayy), yeah, that boy cookin' (ayy)
Consider that shit tooken (yeah), Perc' beat up, beat up, whoopin', yeah (beat up, beat up, beat up)
I pulled up, whoopee cushion, now all these hoes lookin'
I f*cked up when I shouldn't, all these, all these hoes lookin'
(Boop, boop-boop, boop, boop, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop, boop)
Let me know when you done
Slime just hit my phone with a new one
Boy, you would get left in the cold, if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left (boop), if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left in the cold, if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left (boop), if you do somethin'
(Slime, yeah, bitch, yeah, yeah)
(Bitch)
I got the fire, uh
I got the, I got the
I got the fire, so turn up, got brand-new hoes they burnt up
And I ain't slime out my plug, 'cause he's still showin' me love
And I don't pass out no hugs, bitch, 5.56 catch a slug
And I'm addicted to cash, these boys addicted to drugs
I got the fire, so turn up, got brand-new hoes, they burnt up
And I ain't slime out my plug, 'cause he's still showin' me love
And I don't pass out no hugs, bitch, 5.56 catch a slug
And I'm addicted to cash, these boys addicted to drugs
(These boys addicted to drugs)
Let me know, when you done
Slime just hit my phone with a new one
Boy, you would get left in the cold, if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left (boop), if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left in the cold, if you do somethin'
Boy, you would get left (boop, slatt), if you do somethin'
(ok, let me hear your tag)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Insta
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Jump over that fence, yeah, met this bitch off Insta'
You be doin' all that, girl, I cannot defend you
She think she all that, I can't lie, she a ten, ah
Okay, okay, run me back, I swear that I'll go in, yeah
Geek up off them drugs, make it home, do it again, yeah
Ten times wasn't enough, I had to go and do it again, ah
Lil' bitch is a dub, I can't f*ck with you again, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Pull up, Bentley truck, this bitch can't fit all your friends, hah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, my score hit
Flex, I'm like, "Oh shit," Lil' O, they kicked the door in (Flex)
Puttin' up numbers like '98 Jordan
I'm so sorry that I'm still pourin' (yeah)
Couple homicides, when I pull up, get to pourin' (boop-boop, boop-boop)
And I'm in that 'Vette, ridin', you can hear the engine roarin'
Go dummy, you know that I go retarded in that coupe
Joke 'bout it, you know that I'm addicted to them blues, so funny
Jump over that fence, yeah, met this bitch off Insta'
You be doin' all that, girl, I cannot defend you
She think she all that, I can't lie, she a ten, ah
Okay, okay, run me back, I swear that I'll go in, yeah
Geek up off them drugs, make it home, do it again, yeah
Ten times wasn't enough, I had to go and do it again, ah
Lil' bitch is a dub, I can't f*ck with you again, yeah (Yyeah, yeah)
Pull up, Bentley truck, this bitch can't fit all your friends, hah (yeah, yeah)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Jump over that fence, yeah, met this bitch off Insta'
You be doin' all that, girl, I cannot defend you
She think she all that, I can't lie, she a ten, ah
Okay, okay, run me back, I swear that I'll go in, yeah
Geek up off them drugs, make it home, do it again, yeah
Ten times wasn't enough, I had to go and do it again, ah
Lil' bitch is a dub, I can't f*ck with you again, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Pull up, Bentley truck, this bitch can't fit all your friends, hah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, my score hit
Flex, I'm like, "Oh shit," Lil' O, they kicked the door in (Flex)
Puttin' up numbers like '98 Jordan
I'm so sorry that I'm still pourin' (yeah)
Couple homicides, when I pull up, get to pourin' (boop-boop, boop-boop)
And I'm in that 'Vette, ridin', you can hear the engine roarin'
Go dummy, you know that I go retarded in that coupe
Joke 'bout it, you know that I'm addicted to them blues, so funny
Jump over that fence, yeah, met this bitch off Insta'
You be doin' all that, girl, I cannot defend you
She think she all that, I can't lie, she a ten, ah
Okay, okay, run me back, I swear that I'll go in, yeah
Geek up off them drugs, make it home, do it again, yeah
Ten times wasn't enough, I had to go and do it again, ah
Lil' bitch is a dub, I can't f*ck with you again, yeah (Yyeah, yeah)
Pull up, Bentley truck, this bitch can't fit all your friends, hah (yeah, yeah)
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Frontin
(ok, let me hear your tag)
I know you frontin', you don't gotta hide nothin'
I know I f*cked up sometimes, but not for nothin'
You know you f*cked up this time, it ain't no runnin'
Pants full, throwin' racks and they still comin'
Came from nothin', you know I came from nothin'
But they still do me wrong, yeah
We in Poland, and they all singin' my songs, yeah
Need a couple more racks just to go and move on, yeah
I can pour up some more lean
In that whip, I'm duckin' police
Said you was the one for me, well, we'll see
Said you was the one for me, well, we'll see, yeah
Lambo' key too big, it can't fit in my jeans, yeah
Sayin' what you know, but we gon' see about it
Keep on blowin' my phone up, I'll think about it, yeah, yeah
This ho wildin', she got plenty bodies, way too much bodies
And she tryna stop me, you what I do, they copy
These pages tryna mock me, I pull up with the mob, B
Yeah, I'm with the mob deep, we got sticks, no hockey
Tryin' to catch a body, I'm tryin' to catch a body
I know you frontin', you don't gotta hide nothin'
I know I f*cked up sometimes, but not for nothin'
You know you f*cked up this time, it ain't no runnin'
Pants full, throwin' racks and they still comin' (ok, let me hear your tag)
Came from nothin', you know I came from nothin'
But they still do me wrong, yeah
We in Poland, and they all singin' my songs, yeah
Need a couple more racks just to go and move on, yeah
I can pour, some more lean
In that whip, I'm duckin' police
Said you was the one for me, well, we'll see
Said you was the one for me, well, we'll see
I know you frontin', you don't gotta hide nothin'
I know I f*cked up sometimes, but not for nothin'
You know you f*cked up this time, it ain't no runnin'
Pants full, throwin' racks and they still comin'
Came from nothin', you know I came from nothin'
But they still do me wrong, yeah
We in Poland, and they all singin' my songs, yeah
Need a couple more racks just to go and move on, yeah
I can pour up some more lean
In that whip, I'm duckin' police
Said you was the one for me, well, we'll see
Said you was the one for me, well, we'll see, yeah
Lambo' key too big, it can't fit in my jeans, yeah
Sayin' what you know, but we gon' see about it
Keep on blowin' my phone up, I'll think about it, yeah, yeah
This ho wildin', she got plenty bodies, way too much bodies
And she tryna stop me, you what I do, they copy
These pages tryna mock me, I pull up with the mob, B
Yeah, I'm with the mob deep, we got sticks, no hockey
Tryin' to catch a body, I'm tryin' to catch a body
I know you frontin', you don't gotta hide nothin'
I know I f*cked up sometimes, but not for nothin'
You know you f*cked up this time, it ain't no runnin'
Pants full, throwin' racks and they still comin' (ok, let me hear your tag)
Came from nothin', you know I came from nothin'
But they still do me wrong, yeah
We in Poland, and they all singin' my songs, yeah
Need a couple more racks just to go and move on, yeah
I can pour, some more lean
In that whip, I'm duckin' police
Said you was the one for me, well, we'll see
Said you was the one for me, well, we'll see
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Mufasa
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God) uh, oh
I-I feel like Mufasa
I'm richer than your father
Wro-wrong move and I pop you
Treehouse stick gon' drop you
Pop out to that pop-up
New foreign, boy, say, "Pop up"
You think that bitch can stop us?
You ca-, you can try to stop this choppa
Drop one of y'all, said, "I won't pop nothin'"
My soldiers need a mark-up
I might still swerve, 'cause I changed the color of my shirt, yeah-yeah
The whip gon' swerve, big V12, bitch, what you think? Yeah
Bitch get on my nerves
Fill my cup, and I can't think, yeah-yeah
Do-double cup, double drank
Shoot at that lil' boy, gon' sink
Shut the f*ck, sh-sh-shut, shut the f*ck up (yeah, yeah)
Shut the f*ck up (yeah)
Bo-boy, you's a buster (yeah)
I-I dropped my nuts, yeah (Huh)
Sendin' shots, can you duck? Uh (yeah)
Way too, way too much up, yeah (yeah)
Prove to me I can trust you, yeah
Another one bit the dust, yeah, huh
Another one bit the dust, yeah, huh
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Uh, oh (boop-boop-boop-boop)
I-I feel like Mufasa
I'm richer than your father
Wro-wrong move and I pop you
Treehouse stick gon' drop you
Pop out to that pop-up
New foreign, boy, say, "Pop up"
You think that bitch can stop us?
You ca-, you can try to stop this choppa
Drop one of y'all, said, "I won't pop nothin'"
My soldiers need a mark-up
I might still swerve, 'cause I changed the color of my shirt, yeah-yeah
The whip gon' swerve, big V12, bitch, what you think? Yeah
Bitch get on my nerves
Fill my cup, and I can't think, yeah-yeah
Do-double cup, double drank
Shoot at that lil' boy, gon' sink
Shut the f*ck, sh-sh-shut, shut the f*ck up (yeah, yeah)
Beep, beep, yeah
I-I feel like Mufasa
I'm richer than your father
Wro-wrong move and I pop you
Treehouse stick gon' drop you
Pop out to that pop-up
New foreign, boy, say, "Pop up"
You think that bitch can stop us?
You ca-, you can try to stop this choppa
Drop one of y'all, said, "I won't pop nothin'"
My soldiers need a mark-up
I might still swerve, 'cause I changed the color of my shirt, yeah-yeah
The whip gon' swerve, big V12, bitch, what you think? Yeah
Bitch get on my nerves
Fill my cup, and I can't think, yeah-yeah
Do-double cup, double drank
Shoot at that lil' boy, gon' sink
Shut the f*ck, sh-sh-shut, shut the f*ck up (yeah, yeah)
Shut the f*ck up (yeah)
Bo-boy, you's a buster (yeah)
I-I dropped my nuts, yeah (Huh)
Sendin' shots, can you duck? Uh (yeah)
Way too, way too much up, yeah (yeah)
Prove to me I can trust you, yeah
Another one bit the dust, yeah, huh
Another one bit the dust, yeah, huh
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)
Uh, oh (boop-boop-boop-boop)
I-I feel like Mufasa
I'm richer than your father
Wro-wrong move and I pop you
Treehouse stick gon' drop you
Pop out to that pop-up
New foreign, boy, say, "Pop up"
You think that bitch can stop us?
You ca-, you can try to stop this choppa
Drop one of y'all, said, "I won't pop nothin'"
My soldiers need a mark-up
I might still swerve, 'cause I changed the color of my shirt, yeah-yeah
The whip gon' swerve, big V12, bitch, what you think? Yeah
Bitch get on my nerves
Fill my cup, and I can't think, yeah-yeah
Do-double cup, double drank
Shoot at that lil' boy, gon' sink
Shut the f*ck, sh-sh-shut, shut the f*ck up (yeah, yeah)
Beep, beep, yeah
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ref
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Draco)
I'm gon' be the best, I won't end up like the rest, yeah
I got stripes on my chest like a ref, jump out, yeah
I got stripes, I got stripes like the ref, like the ref
Brand-new MAC, brand-new that, brand-new uh, brand-new TEC
Brand-new O, yeah, I done came in with it on my lap
Balenci' pants, big as hell, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't listen, you can go to hell, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, someone get my bail, yeah, this not show and tell, yeah
I got sticks, don't tell, yeah, f*ck the clientele, yeah
Way too many pounds, yeah, pounds go around carousel, uh
This shit trim, ayy, uh, yeah, this shit trim, yeah
This shit trim, f*cked around and broke the rim
They said I've been goin' ill, some say I've been goin' ham
House cost too much, oh damn, bitch, got another M, mm (Boop-boop, boop-boop-boop-boop)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm gon' be the best, I won't end up like the rest, yeah
I got stripes on my chest like a ref, jump out, yeah
I got stripes, I got stripes like the ref, like the ref
Brand-new MAC, brand-new that, brand-new uh, brand-new TEC
Brand-new O, yeah, I done came in with it on my lap
Balenci' pants, big as hell, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't listen, you can go to hell, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Draco)
I'm gon' be the best, I won't end up like the rest, yeah
I got stripes on my chest like a ref, jump out, yeah
I got stripes, I got stripes like the ref, like the ref
Brand-new MAC, brand-new that, brand-new uh, brand-new TEC
Brand-new O, yeah, I done came in with it on my lap
Balenci' pants, big as hell, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't listen, you can go to hell, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, someone get my bail, yeah, this not show and tell, yeah
I got sticks, don't tell, yeah, f*ck the clientele, yeah
Way too many pounds, yeah, pounds go around carousel, uh
This shit trim, ayy, uh, yeah, this shit trim, yeah
This shit trim, f*cked around and broke the rim
They said I've been goin' ill, some say I've been goin' ham
House cost too much, oh damn, bitch, got another M, mm (Boop-boop, boop-boop-boop-boop)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I'm gon' be the best, I won't end up like the rest, yeah
I got stripes on my chest like a ref, jump out, yeah
I got stripes, I got stripes like the ref, like the ref
Brand-new MAC, brand-new that, brand-new uh, brand-new TEC
Brand-new O, yeah, I done came in with it on my lap
Balenci' pants, big as hell, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't listen, you can go to hell, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer: Amari Middleton, Prosper Iloh, Sonny Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Round Of Applause
Round of applause, Lil' O go dumb
Ro-round of applause, Lil' O go dumb
Pull up have fun, uh, my bitch got time
This the one, yeah, we got the one
Huh, we-we can't shoot no ones, he-hell no
I got many Dracs, just to hand out, mm
Let's make a nigga into a hashtag, yeah
Yeah, aim so good, get a face tat', yeah
In a striker Hellcat, can't race that, um
I got lean in the back, can't taste that, nah
Let's keep it a stack, you a lame-ass clown and your ass cop pleas
Ra-ran down first time, he was like, "Please"
Sh-sh-shut the whole show down, bitch, just me
Dr-Dracos, FN's in this Jeep
Better look both ways before you cross that street
Yeah, I'm spendin' this money like it grow on trees
Ah, I got so much Celine, yeah
Yeah, so much YSL jeans (yeah, yeah)
I can't wife no squeezer
Yeah, the block too hot, fifty some shots up in this Glock
You-you don't wanna stick around to see that pop
If your bitch got the flex merch, she my thot
Yeah, I was in that shit first, then you copped
Nigga, f*ck 12, this shit don't stop
Block bustin', this bitch so hot
Let's go, then f*ck up your spot (go, f*ck up your spot)
Round of applause, Lil' O go dumb
Ro-round of applause, Lil' O go dumb
Pull up have fun, uh, my bitch got time
This the one, yeah, we got the one
Huh, we-we can't shoot no ones, he-hell no
I got many Dracs, just to hand out, mm
Let's make a nigga into a hashtag, yeah
Yeah, aim so good, get a face tat', yeah
In a striker Hellcat, can't race that, um
I got lean in the back, can't taste that, nah
Let's keep it a stack, you a lame-ass clown and your ass cop pleas (lame-ass clown and your ass cop pleas)
Ro-round of applause, Lil' O go dumb
Pull up have fun, uh, my bitch got time
This the one, yeah, we got the one
Huh, we-we can't shoot no ones, he-hell no
I got many Dracs, just to hand out, mm
Let's make a nigga into a hashtag, yeah
Yeah, aim so good, get a face tat', yeah
In a striker Hellcat, can't race that, um
I got lean in the back, can't taste that, nah
Let's keep it a stack, you a lame-ass clown and your ass cop pleas
Ra-ran down first time, he was like, "Please"
Sh-sh-shut the whole show down, bitch, just me
Dr-Dracos, FN's in this Jeep
Better look both ways before you cross that street
Yeah, I'm spendin' this money like it grow on trees
Ah, I got so much Celine, yeah
Yeah, so much YSL jeans (yeah, yeah)
I can't wife no squeezer
Yeah, the block too hot, fifty some shots up in this Glock
You-you don't wanna stick around to see that pop
If your bitch got the flex merch, she my thot
Yeah, I was in that shit first, then you copped
Nigga, f*ck 12, this shit don't stop
Block bustin', this bitch so hot
Let's go, then f*ck up your spot (go, f*ck up your spot)
Round of applause, Lil' O go dumb
Ro-round of applause, Lil' O go dumb
Pull up have fun, uh, my bitch got time
This the one, yeah, we got the one
Huh, we-we can't shoot no ones, he-hell no
I got many Dracs, just to hand out, mm
Let's make a nigga into a hashtag, yeah
Yeah, aim so good, get a face tat', yeah
In a striker Hellcat, can't race that, um
I got lean in the back, can't taste that, nah
Let's keep it a stack, you a lame-ass clown and your ass cop pleas (lame-ass clown and your ass cop pleas)
Writer: Amari Middleton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
