Business is Business Album Lyrics by Young Thug

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Parade on Cleveland

Woah

How the f*ck you out here goin' tit for tat? (Tit for tat)
I should've saw the signs, how could I miss that? (How could I miss that?)
Ayy, soon as I'm fresh out the box like a Tic-Tac
We havin' sex soon as I get my bitch back
It ain't gon' be sexy when I get my lick back
I'm about to mop up some boys, it's custodian time
Me and my thoughts, it's the loneliest time
Don't tell me 'bout loyalty, show me this time
Don't tell me 'bout loyalty, show me this time
Business is business, you owe me this time
Slime on your head, Nickelodeon time

Oh, woah
Parade on Bleveland soon as I get home
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
All the lows, all the lifers
All the bright burns, all the lifers
Ayy, Parade on Bleveland soon as I get home
You already know, you already know

Hello, this is a prepaid call from Jeffery
An inmate at the Cobb County Adult Detention facility
To accept this call, press zero
To refuse this call, hang up or press one
Yo, wassup, my brother
Wassup, my brother
Talk to me, what's the word?
Uh, I ain't doin' shit, man
Just pushin' more Peter, more sweeter, more completer
Than any Peter pusher around
See what I'm sayin', twin? Ha (Ha-ha-ha)

Spider back, I'm a big dawg, you a cat
How is that you was ever in the format?
Honey bun, on the bed, yeah, hunnid racks, sun's up
I ain't 'sleep, I been countin' stacks
Hands down, yeah, the big dawg comin' back
Think you good? Nigga, pants down, you smokin' crack
Michael Kors robe, mm-mm, nah, Michael Jackson
Back in like forty days, forty seconds
Backend after backend like I'm trappin'
Actually I been trapped in
But I took a Black bitch to Beverly Hills
Now she white, Michael Jackson
After we f*ck, she told her friends, "Bitch, it's crackin'"
Made a jail call to your bitch, she say you down
You a bug in the grass, finna get ate by my cow
I'm just livin' my life on the jet, ridin' 'round
Two hoes with me, one white, the other one Bobby Brown

Business is business, business is business, business is business
Business is business, business is business, yeah
Business is business, business is business, business is business
Business is business, business is business, yeah
Business is business, business is business, business is business
Business is business, business is business, yeah
Business is business, business is business, business is business
Business is business, business is business

(Metro)

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Money On The Dresser

Bitch asked me for fame and I said, "No"
This bitch asked me for fame and I said, "No"
I bought a rose gold Rollie for the show
Twenty car keys, eeny-miny-moe

Ayy, money on the dresser, drive a compressor (yeah)
Twenty-four heifers, put 'em on a Tesla (yeah)
Cream soda vanilla, hot box whipper (skrrt)
Foreign car drifter, I'm so realer (ah)
Superstar life, ain't goin' back to Spinrilla (ah)
Two thousand, now we have the hoes on macarena (ah)
I'ma take a piss on the roof, I'm iller (ah)
Hunnid thousand dollars to the bitch in the middle (ah)

Big tall amazon, I call her Matilda (yeah)
Money comin' all different ways, my diamonds Skittles (woo, woo, woo)
Hong Kong, she's a bad little (bad little)
Ain't give no f*ck, I turned her mouth to a babysitter (let's go)
Sersace, I put a model in some Reeboks (some Reeboks)
Lil' shawty, I'll turn your Maybach to a T top (turn your Maybach to a T top)
Baguettes, two karat pointers, I got big rocks (I got big rocks)
I'm the only big dawg (hey, yeah, let's go, let's go)
Givenchy, girl, I bend the curb (okay, okay)
This nigga tellin', what's the word? (Okay, okay)
Rolls Royce it help me when I swerve (okay, okay)
From Molly to Perolli, yeah (okay, okay)
Bitty bitch, she wonder, want the head first (okay, okay)
Blue da Vinci, Crip blue on my bitch pearls (okay, okay)
I don't need no Jolly Ranchers for my syrup (okay, okay)
Money callin' me and I can't hang up

Money on the dresser, drive a compressor (yeah)
Twenty-four heifers, put 'em on a Tesla (yeah)
Cream soda vanilla, hot box whipper (skrrt)
Foreign car drifter, I'm so realer (ah)
Superstar life, ain't goin' back to Spinrilla (ah)
Two thousand, now we have the hoes on macarena (ah)
I'ma take a piss on the roof, I'm iller (ah)
Hunnid thousand dollars to the bitch in the middle (ah)

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Gucci Grocery Bag

Gucci, Pucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci (Gucci grocery bag)
Gucci, Pucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci (rockin' motherf*cker)
Gucci, Pucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci (yeah)
Gucci, Pucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci (We straight)

Gucci grocery bag (ayy), rockin' that Gucci grocery bag (let's go)
Gucci grocery bag, rockin' a Gucci grocery bag (get that)
Skeet off with a mask on (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I didn't have a choice but to skeet off with a mask on (skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, I got a Gucci grocery bag (ayy)
Gucci grocery bag (let's go)
Gucci grocery bag, rockin' a Gucci grocery bag (yeah)
I just skeet off with a mask
I just skeet off with a mask on 'em (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ain't tryna f*ck with your daddy (uh-uh)
I don't sin like a nasty boy (let's go)

I was in a Jag', boy
Diamonds all colors like a fag', boy (phew)
I was in a fast car, two-hundred dash with the dash, boy (brrt)
I don't wanna clash, boy
Boy, you better not touch this shag, boy (let's go)
I was sippin' Ac', niggas down bad (let's go)
Bought the same whip, huh, I'ma get in it and crash (phew)
Cougar pussy with a mohawk, Roscoe Dash (Dash)
Keep the money out this bitch, won't pay my taxes (let's go)
I can go Trackhawk, I can go Lambo', I can go Cadillac (let's go)

Gucci grocery bag (ayy), rockin' that Gucci grocery bag (let's go)
Gucci grocery bag, rockin' a Gucci grocery bag (come on)
Skeet off with a mask on (skeet off with a mask on)
I didn't have a choice but to skeet off with a mask on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I got a Gucci grocery bag (Gucci)
Gucci grocery bag (yeah)
Gucci grocery bag, rockin' a Gucci grocery bag (let's go)
I just skeet off with a mask
I just skeet off with a mask on 'em (skrrt)
Ain't tryna f*ck with your daddy (uh-uh)
I don't sin like a nasty boy (yeah)

I V12 all my whips and now they ten speed, boy (Woo, woo)
I'ma change her name to Williams like she Wendy (let's go)
Pocket full of white people like Dennis, boy (yeah)
Too much money comin' in for me to be empty (yeah, yeah)
Peep the Rollie, she rock the same color as her panties (yeah)
Peep the G Shock size AP, the big B (big B)
Diamonds multi-color like a sissy
Can't believe this, bought us yellow diamonds (yeah)
I told my shawty, shawty, she so righteous (righteous)
Whatever she want, told her do it like she Nike
I ran this money up 'til I got lightheaded (lightheaded)
You nigga servin' then beggin'
My diamonds movin', they need Ritalin (righteous)
Sent a rose gold in the penitentiary
Money and diamonds callin' me, I'm a lick, yeah (lightheaded)
Paralyzin' these junctions, I'm a pimp, yeah

Gucci grocery bag (ayy), rockin' that Gucci grocery bag (let's go)
Gucci grocery bag, rockin' a Gucci grocery bag (rockin' that Gucci Pucci)
Skeet off with a mask on (Gucci Pucci)
I didn't have a choice but to skeet off with a mask on (Gucci)
Yeah, yeah, I got a Gucci grocery bag (ayy)
Gucci grocery bag (Gucci)
Gucci grocery bag (Gucci), rockin' a Gucci grocery bag (Pucci)
I just skeet off with a mask (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I just skeet off with a mask on 'em
Ain't tryna f*ck with your daddy (no)
I don't sin like a nasty boy

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Cars Bring Me Out

Wheezy outta here
Yeah

Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some shit you ain't got
Ha, now I'm out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, shit got rained out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out

I was chillin' at the spot on a bedside's couch
I wasn't even gon' do nothin', don't care 'bout the sun out (yeah)
F*ck you, lil' bitch, don't let my car bring me out (yeah)
I done got so rich I think my car bring me out (yeah)

I done got so rich, I let a foreign bring me out (Uh)
F*ck her in the car and told her, "'Least it cost a house" (yeah)
I done got so lit, I promise I'll never see a drought (I promise)
I don't know the time, I know my watch two-hundred thousand (Two-hundred)
Changin' up the climate, whenever you get through, I'm ballin' (When you)
Change it up, my bitch down, my old bitch stalkin'
I don't go outside without a rifle and a forty (Pluto)
Takin' up the drip and the murder rate in Georgia (yeah)
Mr. Have-His-Way, turn a dime to a quarter (yeah)
Walkin' with a limp, I got racks all on me (yeah)
Probably in the Royce with the stars in the sky
This ain't 'bout a thot, I let my cars bring me out (Out)
Wrap the cash up and vacuum seal, it won't rot
I can bag her, she want the dick 'cause I'm toxic (Toxic)
I can spazz out and throw my bitch in Givenchy
Her pressure, Baguettes, make everything iconic
Homicide, make sure you stick to the strip
One of a kind, fallin' asleep on a pill (Pluto)
Top of the line art, gotta splash through the crib
Freestyle off the top and I can make me a M

Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some shit you ain't got
Ha, now I'm out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, shit got rained out
I done got so rich (yeah), I think my cars bring me out

Benz after Benz, I'm on my Maybach shit
My opp got this one so I done gave it to my bitch
Huh, got a Birkin on my motherf*ckin' wrist
Think I'm lyin'? You can dive in this bitch just like a fish
If it still got the odds, it's a perfect dish
Give it to my kid, I'm 'bout to eat this whole wig
Gave her nine racks like a motherf*ckin' Sig
If you make some mills in the pandemic then you big
Take the Porsche away (yeah), fillin' up a safe (yeah)
Got the Bugatti (yeah), f*ck a pool party (yeah)
Pourin' weed in her pussy like I'm Bob Marley (yeah)
All my dawgs got it (yeah), we don't do no barkin'
Nigga put me out, so I bought the shop (yeah)
I put my cars in this bitch, now it's a parkin' spot
We had more oil in the city back when it was a drought
They thought I got rid of it, I had brang the Wraithy out

Livin' legitimate, I'm swervin' in a foreign car
Cheetah print, leather Goyard
It ain't 'bout a thot, I let this money do seducin'
I turn two-hundred on a dash to a movie
I done got so rich, f*ck two bitches in a coupe
I'm paranoid, hundred rounds on me too
It ain't no cap in my rap, I got proof
Took me a nap and had on three mill' in jewels (Pluto)

Woke up in a mansion
Silk Dior pin stripe couch
Call the car man, he told me meet him at the spot
Droppin' off some shit you ain't got
Ha, now I'm out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out
It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out
Bentley under the car port, shit got rained out
I done got so rich I think my cars bring me out

It ain't 'bout no thot, my cars bring me out

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Wit Da Racks

(Wheezy outta here)

Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with it)
Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back (ha, grrah)
Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that
Nigga rich as f*ck, I don't know where he was at (woah)
Ran the dawg to train and I didn't have a track (woah, hey, hey)

I say what I mean and I don't take it back
With the waterfall on my wrist and my neck
I ain't goin' soft, not a pimp of distress
I'm a sex symbol, bitches love me to death
Since November, I've been buyin' the stuff
I don't do no rent and I've been keepin' it tough
She got four feelings, that's the coupe and the truck
Shorty trippin', I ain't do nothin' to her (woo)
All I did was turn up more women
She know I'm Jordan and Scottie Pippen (yeah)
Every album got no skippin' (ha)
Shorty bad, ain't have no chicken (why?)
Suburban, her toe pretty (Ayy)
You a nerd, I hold the city (yeah)
Ain't no way and I told 'em to hit it (skrrt)
You get lost, hope you know the city
Better not get caught in the wrong trenches (haha)
What's on your wrist, million?
Last week, it might be a zillion (woo)
Kanye let me borrow a billion
Mediterranean, buy a village (woo)
I'm surrounded by cocktails and beautiful women to kick it with (woo)

Yeah, yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back
Ah, slatt, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with it)
Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back (ha, grrah)
Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that
Nigga rich as f*ck, I don't know where he was at (woo)
Ran the dawg to train and I didn't have a track (woo, hey, hey)

I took her shoppin' at Soho (21)
I leased a nigga, this your ho (21)
Snatchin' my chain is a no-no (21)
Get your ass shot from the logo (21)
I put an opp in a chokehold (Pussy)
They snitchin' and broke, po-po (Pussy)
Give me a quickie, she go-go (Pussy)
'Cause I'm in a rush, JoJo (on God)
Okay, buy a coin, buy another one (yeah)
Way too many, gave my brother one (yeah)
Send a blitz, we huddlin' (yeah)
When it's smoke they stutterin' (yeah)
Switch on the Glock, strike a pose
I'm a cameraman, it's shutterin' (21)
Nosy niggas, we buttonin' (21)
Bend it over, let me see somethin'
Young FL Studio from the back, I'm tryna beat somethin'
I'm the type to put my boots on, he the type to run and go tweet somethin'
I don't play about my hard drive, get your ass whooped if you leak somethin'
Niggas always tryna sneak somethin' (21, 21, 21, ah)

Went to Bleveland Ave, had the scoop with the cameo (hah)
I know mama Doug livin' richer than friends
You know dally door, from the block, they the best
I got two twins in the back of the truck
They ass fat, like fifteens, in the back of the truck
I took two two's, put it right in the cuff
Got the other twelve, 'cause we don't f*ck with her (woo)
Spot jumpin', now you know that it's his (let's go)
Soft skin like it's out a bikini
Took a rose right out a martini (Ahh)
One balloon and I'm havin' her fiendin' (Ahh)
To the roof, where we don't have a ceilin'
What the f*ck, tell me, what does that mean then? (Yeah)
That mean I'm gee-ee-ee-eeked (oh)
Rollin', I can't feel my hands and my feet (oh)
Got in some pension in the trillion, in the zillion (yeah)
We might need quantum physics to count the rizzisks with the slizzicks
Utopia, back to business

Yeah, I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm back (slatt, woo)
Ah, ah, I hit the club on the up, you can come with the racks (uh, come with it)
Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back (ha, grrah)
Hey, I pull up and finger her cat (woo)
I'm a big dawg, hit the store, get to blowin' them racks (ha, brr, just racks)
I'm in a golf cart, rockin' spider like that
Nigga rich as f*ck, I don't know where he was at (woo)
Ran the dawgs to train and I didn't have a track (woo, Yak)

I've been that way since a lil' nigga
Don't like it, then deal with it
Huh, bool out and I chill with you
It's YG and Spider, your favorite idol, your favorite rival (slatt)
Maniac man, Yak with the MAC
Might beat on your chest, lil' nigga, relax
Tactical, yeah, I get radical, don't it?

Yak
What's happenin'?
Maniac, yeah
OG

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Uncle M

(Metro)

Ya dig, I'm a bailer, same way I own a miller
Own the smell up, cooked the, uh, he tried to sell us
You can pick up couple grand and a fill up
Peel the top back, we don' need no f*ckin' peeler
Uncle Murda, you can still get turned up
In suburbans, came in six levels up
I'm a flush, yellow xanny school bus
On the island, damn near spent a million plus

This some big dawg shit, get your levels up (bitch)
Last time I seen the slut, she had started nuttin'
I had got her to her worst, we was all in public (right)
She don't gotta do nothin' first just 'cause he out your budget (gotta)
White bad shit, lookin' like a f*ckin' napkin
We been claspin', shit, that's why we always absent (woo)
Understandin', Phantom Rolls-Royce, it's backwards
They respect us, honeycomb AP bezel (woo)
I'm just mad 'cause the cameras on the front and back 'cause (woo)
They stay gassed up, they don't know when it's time to mess for us (woo)
She cummin' fast up there, I don't know when it's time to care for her (woo)
Smokin' a vegetable, I just been choppin' and f*ckin' up vegetables (too)

I'm a bailer, same way I own a miller
Own the smell up, cooked the, uh, he tried to sell us
You can pick up couple grand and a fill up
Peel the top back, we don' need no f*ckin' peeler
Uncle Murda, you can still get turned up
In suburbans, came in six levels up
I'm a flush, yellow xanny school bus
On the island, damn near spent a million plus

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Abracadabra

Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season I get better (woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah)
Your bitch ridin' my dick like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit like Ginobili
And I been lookin' around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh

Mistress, mistress, tell me who my mistress is
Who the f*ck is the creator of the drip and shit?
Got all these bitches on my dick, and yeah, they milkin' shit
Least they double double down 'cause we drip and shit
Just a diamond in the rough
I caught a bag, I'm not gon' tussle
Got sick and tired of showin' my muscle
I'm 'bout to take these nigga's ho
I'm makin' sure they missing
I'm listenin' I was listin'
She shut up and catch a drip-drip
I got implants, not no fillings
Gucci, Louis shoes and Fendi
Made a million, I was straight up off a titty
Ah-ha (woo-woo)

Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season I get better (woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah)
Your bitch ridin' my dick like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit like Ginobili
And I been lookin' around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh

Abracadabra (woo)
When the wock disappear in my Shasta (yeah)
Way I poof to the crib down from NASA (yeah)
She pull up, drink up my red, think she Dracula
Bands Mexican, they get faster (skrt)
Way I drive the body, I can't crash her
Way we left the room was a disaster (skrt)
She like her body plastic, her walls plastered
Come like money cover her all in the proceeds
Gotta protect this AP, this shit cost billi's
In a second man decide to turn to billy
Can't split this fifty-fifty with you, bitch, you silly (let's go)
I ain't gon' front, I been back at it (-ack at it)
I ain't tryna- (Phew-phew, phew)
Don't need no ins (ah)
Please lock it down, with speeds rollin' with the clique
Me, I make the magic with the brown one with the hips, yeah

Abracadabra
Diamonds blingin', you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah)
Take these bitches to Four Seasons and we wrestle (woah, yeah)
Every motherf*ckin' season I get better (woah, yeah)
Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah)
All this gold on me lookin' like a trophy (yeah)
You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah)
Your bitch ridin' my dick like she owe me (yeah, yeah)
First lick I ever hit was for a Rollie
I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie
She seen the drip and let me hit it like Ginobili
And I been lookin' around the city since a shawty
Ah-ha
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh

(we got London on the Track)
(Metro)
Woo, woo
Ah-ha, eh

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Went Thru It

When I was just hustlin' broke, didn't nobody see me through it
Word to my mother, niggas knew it, but I still went through it
Snooze, then you lose, guess I snoozed 'cause I still went through it
Cried 'bout the Bentley coupe, ooh, man, I still went through it
Now I run my millions up, niggas wonder how he do it
When I run my mills, man, nobody see me do it
Last album deal up, labels tryna see me through it
Shawty put them M's up, niggas thought he really blew it

Now I keep a S on my chest, baby
I saved the world in a dress, baby
Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly
Fell in love with sippin' the 'Tech, baby
I just wanna hustle the best, baby
Keep the money close, I don't trust, baby
Run up on you, told you I'ma bust, baby
Tryna keep me goin' when I nut, baby

Say you don't love me, better look me in my eyes
Tried to play me, your face looked surprised
I told you day one I was gonna find out
Heard 'bout you sneakin', bringin' niggas in your house
I feed the block, I make 'em hustle, get your crumbs up
We know you freaked that little bitch, you can't tongue us
She broke my heart and basically told me get my lungs up
Ever since then I don't love again
She tried to tell me I wasn't him
My self-confidence 'bove the rim
Got a few brothers in the pen
None of the green dots in
They got chains on and iPhoned up
Hublots on and they bracelet diamond cut up
He ready to get it on, don't wanna talk 'bout love
That blade seven-fifty, should of ate that up
Couple niggas with me say they faced that up
They goin' head first, no time to ask what's up, yeah
That's the definition of he love me and trust me and f*ck with me
The time come, you cryin' and you gone

Now I keep a S on my chest, baby (ayy)
I saved the world in a dress, baby (yeah)
Paranoid, them demons want my flesh badly (yeah)
Fell in love with sippin' the 'Tech, baby (grr, grr)
I just wanna hustle the best, baby (bitch, I just)
Keep the money close, I don't trust, baby (I don't trust, nah)

Last album deal up, labels tryna see me through it
Charlie put them M's up, niggas thought he really blew it

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Oh U Went

(Metro)

Ayy, you went flyin' Bentley spur
Ayy, you went drivin' 'round the world
Ayy, you went brown like a squirrel
Ayy, you went Chanel pearls
Ayy, you went Rolls Royce car
Ayy, you went Rolls Royce truck
Oh, you want war with all my hoes
Oh, you want to line it all up
Ayy, I'ma play it how it is
Ayy, I been player for some years
Ayy, you tryna steal all the spill
Ayy, I'm in the field on a pill
Ayy, you wanna spill, then let's spill
Ayy, you not real, niggas is
Rolls Royce still Uncle Phil
Yeah, uh-uh-uh

Oh, you went top off, oh, you went Flintstones
Oh, you took the lil' Rollie off, oh, you went big stones
Oh, you made two extra Ms, oh, you went ringtones
Oh, you went train on that bitch, oh, you went, "Ding-dong"
Oh, you went kingpin, oh, you went wings in
Oh, you went hands-on, oh, you ain't seen it?
Oh, you went Demon, shootin' out the Demon (man)
Oh, you had came in
Now, they were streamin'

Ayy, you went flyin' Bentley spur
Ayy, you went drivin' 'round the world
Ayy, you went brown like a squirrel
Ayy, you went Chanel pearls
Ayy, you went Rolls Royce car
Ayy, you went Rolls Royce truck
Oh, you want war with all my hoes
Oh, you want to line it all up
Ayy, I'ma play it how it is
Ayy, I been player for some years
Ayy, you tryna steal all the spill
Ayy, I'm in the field on a pill
Ayy, you wanna spill, then let's spill
Ayy, you not real, niggas is
Rolls Royce still Uncle Phil

Yeah, look
6 God, he a visionary
I'm the definition like the dictionary
Baby, turn around, forget the missionary
If they pull up on me with some bad intentions
You gon' read about it in obituary
I got more soldiers than the military
I got more stones than a cemetery
I got more streams then y'all in February
It's gettin' hard to put a price on a show, can't even pick an amount now
If a nigga really try to jam me, get jammed first like the countdown
I thank God for that flight straight from the 9 side goin' Southbound
They say that life's about balance, baby
And the balance is in my account now
Okay, she gotta Perc' in her Birk'
I got her twerkin' in Turks
She probably let both of us hit
The way that she smirkin' at Durk
She gettin' cake off the picture she take
I say, "Girl, if it work then it work"
F*ck a wedding dress, I'm tryna merk it and skrrt

Ayy, you went flyin' Bentley spur
Ayy, you went drivin' 'round the world
Ayy, you went brown like a squirrel
Ayy, you went Chanel pearls
Ayy, you went Rolls Royce car
Ayy, you went Rolls Royce truck
Oh, you want war with all my hoes
Oh, you want to line it all up
Ayy, I'ma play it how it is
Ayy, I been player for some years
Ayy, you tryna steal all the spill
Ayy, I'm in the field on a pill
Ayy, you wanna spill, then let's spill
Ayy, you not real, niggas is
Rolls Royce still Uncle Phil
Yeah, uh-uh-uh

(Metro)

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Want Me Dead

Expect me, nigga, like you expect Jesus to come back
Expect me, nigga, I'm comin'

Your ex like Pocahontas (woo)
Whatever happen, I'ma get money (woo)
I'm a Thriller, nigga, f*ck my conscience (woo)
These foreign shoes, f*ck my bunions (okay)
We done made a hundred bands on Sunday (hoo)
And I ain't goin' to Magic Monday (hoo)
Put that dick in her abs like crunches (hoo)
I came from shootin' CeeLo in the dungeon (okay, hoo)
I'm tired of makin' it rain, I'd much rather go buy me a plane (okay)
I had to call 'em to stop up the sink (okay)
Whole lotta tried to go down the drain (ha, okay)
First hundred thousand I went made a strain
I was ridin' behind Gucci in a red Mulsanne
That was back in '09 before the fame came (okay)
I had a check 'fore the rap check came (okay)
I put baguettes on this shit out to Spain
I don't four-four, make the check Houdini (woo-woo)
Bitch, you cheated, don't speak when you see me
I'm in the Turbo S, no GP (skrrt)
I'm gettin' head from Ch-, I meant CC
My nigga ain't even tryna hit Saweetie (nah)
That bitch turn me off, no kizzy (no kizzy)
I told my ex, "Don't call, I'm busy" (oh)
I just told my new one she gotta trust me (gotta trust me)
She love all my friends 'cause they love me (Love)
Everything you do and everything you say is stuck with me
You're lovin' me, yeah

I told my brother, "Take this watch, because I'm vulnerable"
I let her get away with murder when I fall in love
I told 'em, "Ante up the chips, because they know it's us"
I told my niggas, "F*ck them niggas, 'cause it's f*ck us"
They want me dead, they want me dead
If I had one wish, I'd bring my niggas back from the dead
I'm sippin' codeine, this ain't no red, dawg
I'm up but came from the struggle, duckin' red dots, uh

I keep that fire on me everywhere (21)
It's one nigga talk on the Internet
But when we turn on his block, he ain't ever there (on 21)
All them lil' boys be tryna act gangster
That's why when they die I don't ever care (on 21)
We in the middle of summer, but nigga, we steppin'
This shit feel like February (Pussy)
Yellow diamonds, they canary (Pussy)
Came from the bottom and I made it to the other side
Nah, I ain't use no ferry (Facts)
Opps be smokin' on niggas they ain't step on
Them niggas funny, Jim Carrey (straight up)
Stones in my ear, they VVS certified, bitch, I can hear you clearly (on God)
Big 4L, we ain't beefin' 'bout hoes, nigga
Don't bring that shit near me (21)
Leave your phone when you step
I drop the bag, your secret is kept (21)
Opps cliqued up, they needed some help
Got too much money, I hired a chef
Get me mad enough, I do it myself (21)
Y'all niggas pussy, it's all on your breath (21)
Go against me, that shit bad for your health
Where he stayin' is the same place he left (21)

I told my brother
"Take this watch, because I'm vulnerable" (Take this watch from me)
I let her get away with murder when I fall in love (yeah)
I told 'em, "Ante up the chips
Because they know it's us" (get these hoes)
I told my niggas, "F*ck them niggas
'Cause it's f*ck us" (I told my niggas, niggas)
They want me dead, they want me dead (they want me dead)
If I had one wish, I'd bring my niggas back from the dead (uh-uh)
I'm sippin' codeine, this ain't no red, dog (Codeine, no red, no)
I'm up but came from the struggle, duckin' red dots, uh

(Metro)

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Hellcat Kenny

Wake up, F1LTHY
Turn it up
Yeah, turn it up, turn up
Yeah

Hellcat Kenny, yeah, I'ma f*ck your bitch (ah)
Demon child, I could get your mama rich (graah, graah)
Got no problem gettin' in yo sisters kid (Bow, Bow, Bow)
Got no problem gettin' none of yo children lit (on God, yeah)
Hellcat Kenny, this a f*ckin' jet (yeah)
I been in the trenches givin' everything back (everything back)
You could ask my homies and my goddamn hoes
All this muhf*ckin' money off my shows, off of the road (road)
Put these boys on spoke, for fifty, he gone broke (gra)
Hellcat the folks, suck me out my clothes
Shawty came with force (force)
F*ck lil' homie claimin'? Keep that on the porch (ha) yeah
I just spent half a million dollars on the Superbowl (no lie)
I just bought a ring, cost a Superbowl (goddamn)
I just bought some lean worth a Superbowl (goddamn)
I just flood her cream, ain't no SuperSoak (huh, huh, woo)
I'm a big player, you got foreign spell (yeah)
I came in your bed, I drink only red (red)
Yeah, killer head, she killin' shit
F*ck her man, I'm just tellin' you what the broad said
I'm whippin' that B, ain't no cam on that bitch
And that's all that he said (That's all that he said)
I'm f*ckin' that bitch in the lair, I didn't even know she was player
Oh, that's your shrimp? He dressin' in Armani, huh
Oh, that's your bitch? I didn't just wanna hit (ain't even wanna hit)
I'm jumpin' the fence, I came with the- ayy-ayy-ayy (grah, grah-grah)
Ain't nothin' wrong with a man or a zombie, he never gon' play
Yeah, come in the crack, and she was bad
And she was snatched, never gon' cap
F*ck a dispatch

Pull up a map, think you better than me
Then you smoke crack (Then you smoke crack)
I got the racks, if I go broke then she never come back
None of these niggas, they spittin' the facts
F*ckin' that bitch, do it right from the back
Most of my niggas, they loyal, huh
I ain't even gotta look, turnin' my back
Some of these niggas, I heard they be rats
I walk around with three million in my bag
I put the birds in the back of a Track'
Cat on my car, but this shit not a Jag'
My bitch, she's a frea-ea-ea-eak
She beggin' me just to come piss in her crack
I looked at her crazy, I never did' that
This my first time doin' that and I did it
We pray to the bank 'cause money religion
We don't hold no grudges 'cause business is business, bitch
Huh? What? (we pray to the bank 'cause money religion)
(we don't hold no grudges, business is business
Like, we don't hold no grudges, business is business)
Bitch

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Mad Dog

Yeah
(Metro)
MetroThuggin, long overdue, no cap
No bap, slatt
I don't care about the superstardom shit
Swear to God

Maserati, skrrt, mask off (skrrt, skrrt)
Throw some ten on, get some red (yeah), drink some Mad Dog (some Mad Dog)
Richer than I ever been (woo), I don't wanna know no cost (know no cost)
I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (know no ho)
I knock her friend out the par, but it ain't Top Golf
I'm lovin' to pop off (I'm lovin' it)
I put the sweat on the head (I put it, I put it)
The seats are hot sauce (I put it, woo)
Spread a few racks and they mad (why?)
Yeah, I'm a top dog
Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (on God)
And the one with the top off (on God)

Now if you look up under my wrist, you'll see a bunch of racks (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Got these baguettes on my neck and I got my hoochie bag (ski, let's go, let's go, let's get it)
Like Donald Trump on my account, I got my billions up (swear)
First thing I did was make sure that my whole family up (yeah)
Spotted a helicopter and I swerve up on the block (Grrah, grrah, phew)
This is a Lambo' (woo), it just can't go up to any shop (skrrt)
I'm never stoppin', and I keep a big old M tucked (on God)
I showed her Dr. Miami, now she got her titties and her tummy tucked (dr. Miami)

Oh, oh, drink 'til we throw up
Woah, woah, let's go up on these drugs (woah)
Woah, woah, baby girl, I don't know her (woah)
Would she let me f*ck her? (woah)
I got money, I just wanna f*ck her
Caramel skin, I make her supper
Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup
Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse (woah)

Maserati, skrrt, mask off (hey)
Throw some ten on, get some red, drink some Mad Dog (let's go)
Richer than I ever been, I don't wanna know no cost (don't wanna know no cost)
I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (ayy, swear)
I knock her friend out the park, but it ain't Top Golf (yeah)
I'm lovin' to pop off (pop off)
I put the sweat on the head (why?)
The seats are hot sauce (woo)
Spread a few racks and they mad (phew)
Yeah, I'm a top dog (I'm up)
Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (what?)
And the one with the top off (woo, woo)

Tell me what you see when you just see a nigga like me
Tell me what you see when you could see a nigga like me
Tell me what you thinkin' when you think a nigga like me
Tell me how you balance when you plankin' on a milli'
I'm happy 'bout you (happy)
Baby, tell me how you been (yeah)
And I (and I), just wanna tell you that I miss the way you
Suck it (yeah), f*ck it (and), love it (yeah)
Me and my buddies (and who?), cousins (yeah), yeah, yeah
Baby, pop that pussy (pop it), I just want exotic weed
Biscotti and cookies (argh)
I just print a thousand sheets of paper, then I kush it (swear)
Used to have a thousand pieces of mud on my hoodie (woo)
Now I keep a hundred thousand large in my hoodie (woo)
And I still got a thousand bitches, yeah (yeah)
Ain't ashamed to tell you that I got her out of Tootsies (woo)
She's snortin' Machine Gun Kelly
She got machine guns with thousands of bullets (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

Maserati, skrrt, mask off (hey)
Throw some ten on, get some red, drink some Mad Dog (let's go)
Richer than I ever been, I don't wanna know no cost (don't wanna know no cost)
I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (ayy, swear)
I knock her friend out the par, but it ain't Top Golf (yeah)
I'm lovin' to pop off (pop off)
I put the sweat on the head (why?)
The seats are hot sauce (woo)
Spread a few racks and they mad (phew)
Yeah, I'm a top dog (I'm up)
Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (what?)
And the one with the top off (on God)

Oh, oh, drink 'til we throw up
Woah, woah, let's go up on these drugs
Woah, woah, baby girl, I don't know her
Would she let me f*ck her?
I got money, I just wanna f*ck her
Caramel skin, I make her supper
Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup
Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse

I got money, I just wanna f*ck her
Caramel skin, I make her supper
Drank a four or a six, every time I pour out the syrup
Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse

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Jonesboro

Ay, f*ck that, f*ck that
(Metro in this bitch going crazy)
Yeah

Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay)
Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth
Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe

Change the channel, I don't wanna see none these pussy niggas (nah)
I've been f*cking niggas' bitches and gettin' plenty figures
On the road to riches, ain't got the realest with us
Slaughter gang wit' me, nigga, knives, not a scissors
Street nigga with a bunch of lives like a tiger (yea')
Y'all niggas just a bunch of dykes f*cking niggas (pff)
Nigga told and he was my homie, I can't miss him
Ain't nobody feel him
Tell me what you seen, what you saw
I done ran it up, I'm guessin' which broad
I'ma take 'em home tonight
I'm tryna see if I can take it home tonight
Seen a jawn gettin' shot at the light (yeah-yeah)
They got to arguin' over a new crack pipe (yeah-yeah-yeah)
I called the seamstress my pants ain't tight enough
None of my bitches tell me I'm not man enough
What the f*ck wrong with these broke ass niggas? Yeah
I told 'em tear it down
I'ma think you pocket watchin' don't look at my pants now
My diamonds louder than a f*cking ambulance now
Asked a bitch from the south line stand down
Runnin' through the projects, duckin' all the frauds, yeah
Got a nine in my pocket and not in my draws (woa-woa-woa)
Take off like a rocket with thirteen broads
Send a attic, put the racks in the walls
No need to talk to me, I'm big dawg (yeah)
I roll the windows up (yeah) and now they knowin' us
I'm no beginner, yuh, I got my stain up
I told her, "Giddy up"
We ran the train on her

Comin' out the Jonesboro, south (ay)
Nigga havin' golds all through they mouth
Life time goals (woo), rented through the roof (wha'?)
Pullin' out the Ghost (grah), make a nigga poof (grah)
Niggas talkin' shit but what is it to do?
I knew his big homie, nigga, and I got the proof
My spot is a army base and I got the proof
Send my bitch on vacay, put her in the coupe

(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
(Metro)

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Hoodie

(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah, that's my buddy, buddy
What about (Metro)

That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let her experience her nutty
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company
Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie
Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies
Act to the right, red for the rookies
Ass on the right, hand on her left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it (Yeah, like I sell it)

And you was supposed to call me back
But I'm glad you didn't 'cause I got busy
I just got a call, one of my brothers got whacked
It was time to rise, lit the sticks in them masses
You know if I pass, you won't get a call back and
If I hit you back, you know we deaded the madness
Round of applause, we one to one in this battle
Mama say she look at my eyes and see a casket
Daddy said he looked at my eyes, he see a bastard
I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined
Round of applause, you think you winnin' the battle
No, I don't wanna lose so I Casper
I was rockin' Jimmy Choo's on my first tour
I still was thinkin' like a fool on my first tour
Now I'm on my worst tour

That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let her experience her nutty
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company
Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie
Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Rich stepper, let's begin, I got a million on the coast
Thousand better, thousand shooters
Y'all, I been on C-Low
Cash pryer, let her cash it in and left her with a note
Never beat, niggas, ain't ever-ever (No)
Pooh-manji, we devise, we like to swap buy (We like to swap buy)
Droptop, we pushin' P, she got a cockeye, cockeye
Sham, bangin' rows, they brung the prop' side (Prop' side)
Ain't no switchin' sides, I'm with the gas shit 'til I pass out

Now they say they feelin' us (Yeah), but reality, they ain't as big as us (Nah)
F*ck her every night, I know fo' sure, she catchin' many nuts (Body count)
Call in, they still sendin' boxes right through just like a Pizza Hut
Put it on, then eat it up (Eat it), flooded down as my pieces up
Drop the top, you stab me in the wind
I be feelin' like a DJ when I tell her spin (Three sixty)
Ran up all these millions so I went, copped another bitch (Skrrt)
Don't let my f*ckin' brother near my Rolex
You're not my twin (Keed, Keed)

That's my buddy, buddy, drinkin' on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let 'em cut it
Make sure you let her experience her nutty
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Drake and Kid Cudi actin' all slutty in front company
Trayvon hoodie, know it's all goodie
Don Juan pimpin' bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Lookin' all funky, but savin' all your cookies
Act' to the right, red for the rookies
Ass on the right, hand on her left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it
Like I sell it

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Global Access

They will try and lock you up
Drag your name down through the mud
Afraid of all that you'll become
'Cause that's life here in America
So they will try and keep your mouth shut
Take your words and twist them up
Afraid that you will change the world
It's just life here in America (Wheezy outta here)

It's really no way they can catch 'em
He far gone, you gone need a couple jets lifts
Keep it real with niggas, yeah, the kid been passive
Global access, off a motherf*cking ad-lib
Yeah, momma, I done made it, no more DatPiff
Superspeed on the e-way, the Benz a cat, yeah (skrrt)
I was caught up on somethin', but now I'm back, yeah
I just almost had threw away like eleven years

Psst, psst, ayy, my nigga, watch 'em driveby
Better ride by, we get killed for a side eye
Twelve demand respect or else they killin' 'til we all die
But not mines, we ain't small fries, yeah
See one of my whips, you better not run up with that rah-rah
This shit in my genes, I'm just like my dada
She don't smoke, but she say tonight she need a jump off
Skrrt, skrrt, I've been in the Benz with the frog eyes
You got checks as long as I could bring the smoke out
You a vegetable, now all you do is smoke out
She want me to get her ass to where it poke out
She got hips so now it's hard to grip both sides
She tryna turn up on that dick and let's get both fly
I know a real throat killer and she so shy
She got her hand in my jeans doin' no jivin'
I told her we'll be at the crib in like four, five

It's really no way they can catch 'em
He far gone, you gone need a couple jets lifts
Keep it real with niggas, yeah, the kid been passive
Global access, off a motherf*cking ad-lib
Yeah, momma, I done made it, no more DatPiff
Superspeed on the e-way, the Benz a cat, yeah (skrrt)
I was caught up on somethin', but now I'm back, yeah
I just almost had threw away like eleven years

I don't think it's hard to love me
I'm tryna embrace your lifestyle, baby
I'm tryna upgrade your watch and car keys
I don't floss, I don't like to floss my lifestyle

It's really no way they can catch 'em
He far gone, you gone need a couple jets lifts
Keep it real with niggas, yeah, the kid been passive
Global access, off a motherf*cking ad-lib
Yeah, momma, I done made it, no more DatPiff
Superspeed on the e-way, the Benz a cat, yeah
I was caught up on somethin', but now I'm back, yeah
I just almost had threw away like eleven years