Young Boy Never Broke Again - Top Album Lyrics
Young Boy Never Broke Again Lyrics Top Lyrics (Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)
- Drug Addiction
- Cross Roads
- The Last Backyard
- Right Foot Creep
- Dirty Stick
- My Window
- Im Up
- Off Season
- All In
- Dead Trollz
- F*ck Ya!
- Big Bankroll
- Boom
- Reapers Child
- Murder Business
- Sticks With Me
- House Arrest Tingz
- To My Lowest
- Peace Hardly
- Callin
Drug Addiction Wanna take it all back to where it started Life of the party Right where my heart at Soon as what I want come in, I say anything goes On the road, cool, ridin' 'round with the top down Nowhere to go to, decide that I'll just ride 'round She a drug abuser from a broken heart, oh, oh Got a bad addiction, I been druggin' hard all month long I'm in that Wraith, I ain't got nothin' but some residue on me I'm chasin' a check to the morning I'm in the trenches with smokers and steppers and loners Somethin' more than one Schedule II on me Matter fact, just a convicted felon, I'm keepin' my weapon I'm pourin' more blood on that money Owe it all to the youngin who feel that he owe the ones Put addiction 'fore hunger I ain't got no peak, leave blood inside the streets Used to wash my clothes inside the sink, now a young nigga walk on mink Takin' care of my dawg, made myself a boss, they gon' take one off, he blink 'Fore a nigga had fame, I was sittin' in a cell, young nigga takin' off them links She gon' play with her nose all night Shoot three doses 'fore the night end Lipstick bottle full of white, I know Told her that I like it, I like it These niggas, they talk too much, can't tell what I did, I did I always been there for you, you don't even excite me Tryna take it all back to where it started Life of the party Right where my heart at Soon as what I want come in, I say anything goes Puttin' you over them hoes, my money gon' grow Tell 'em it's tax evasion I ain't discussin' business, not over the phone Meet up, I'm real impatient Relocate, I'ma switch locations Tell 'em I need me a spot where it's vacant Rep where I'm from, I'm a 38 Baby Never give up, try again like Plankton Bitch nigga still hatin' and his ship start sinkin' Titanic watch,gon' save my life, they can't keep that plank in, yeah His money right, he gon' take your life, he armed and dangerous, yeah Pain in his eyes, up all night, constant thinkin' Tryna take it all back to where it started Life of the party Right where my heart at Soon as what I want come in, I say anything goes
Top▲ Cross Roads (Suede, this my shit) All the way home (Trauma Tone) All the way home Crossroad, I know Tonight somebody won't make it home Out here on my own Somebody tell me where I went wrong I need ten of 'em Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'em I'm the one took that L They who gained, they ain't win nothin' Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay Caught a nigga lackin', got him 'round my way I'ma move around, you just pull up and spray Meet me in Valley Park, get the payment after dark Homicide ridin' down 38 Brainstorm at night, don't see nothing Look for you at night, guess that love shit, it don't mean nothing These killers with me, they mean all harm, oh Lost in the streets and that shit taking my soul They'll step on me, shit, that's for all that I know Back against the wall, I'll blow my pole Trapped, I ain't get no code I don't owe them shit, probably owe my bros My love on full, I'm f*cking on her with no rubber It's gutter, I struggled I let her go shopping for me 'cause I know that it's all on the muscle Teach you how to hustle This Givenchy 'fit I got on that you bought me, these hoes love it Brand-new whip, tell them people don't touch it Fear of God on, they can't tell I'm clutching I need ten of 'em Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'em I'm the one took that L They who gained, they ain't win nothin' Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay Maserati truck (Skrrt, skrrt), I'm gone Murder, I'ma pray that I make it back home Dump dead, Q feel everything gone Dave dead, I just want everybody gone Late-night blues at the cemetery Go and catch a body, I'll see you in Heaven Northside 38, 4Trey steppin' Green leave you red, that's flag activity Stay sticked up, that's real infinity Big bro chemist in the kitchen Young bad bitch, I ain't got no chemistry Gravedigger chain, that's history I know for a fact broke niggas not feelin' me Nigga, just keep your distance I can bet a hundred racks that they plan on killing me F*ck that, better yet, bet a million All the way home All the way home All the way home All the way home Crossroad, I know Tonight somebody won't make it home (I bet these bitch-ass niggas won't make it home) Out here on my own (F*ck 'em) Somebody tell me where I went wrong
Top▲ The Last Backyard It's on fool I ain't lettin' e'm talk how they wanna Kill 'em, they try to play me Hustlin', got plenty paper Try to take it, I'm gonna knock some off Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder F*ck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person That's true when it goes down Ain't no pick and choose (Nah), we don't ever lose We known to break the rules (Ah) Put that stick on dude Now them niggas screamin' "They gon' stretch me too" Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom Like design, we don't leave no clues You want my name, I want your head So what the f*ck you wanna do? Oh, oh, oh, I put 'em straight on the news Them choppers screamin' like, ooh, ooh, ooh I put 'em straight on the news They gon' say they got the police tryna stop him Can't murder us, might go Top him Got the drop and them we popped him Should beat him, that is not him And my Rolls Royce drive with no tint Got them sticks on us like tree limbs Big shots, big knots, they know him We be ridin' around on big rims I been drillin' tryna zip him and all of his Tryna hang around our bitch now, we gon' put them all to rest The ones that follow chicks, I'm really ballin' What I got bought all again Oh, oh, oh, I put 'em straight on the news Them choppers screamin' like, ooh, ooh, ooh I put 'em straight on the news Drivin' fast, can't get past, you crash nigga (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass We gon' go on bad and we gon' smash nigga (Boom, boom, bah) Ridin' around with these chains on, my pockets filled with that bag, nigga F*ck all these hoes, then I send them home and I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga (Mad, ha) When I up the release, I ain't mad, nigga (I ain't mad) No ball with the hoes at all, they tryna suck me down and they won't stop (Nah) They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot (And I'm hot) Bought a Bentley and I bought another car (Another car) My uncle wonder how I done got all this money, what the f*ck? Gotta watch on with my arms when they see me pullin' up (Yeah, yeah) Got all these youngings want me armed, nigga, we don't give a f*ck They go down, shoot it up We bust and leave but niggas stuck 'round with the Glock Oh, oh, oh, I put 'em straight on the news Them choppers screamin' like, ooh, ooh, ooh I put 'em straight on the news New, I put 'em straight on the news I put 'em straight on the news
Top▲ Right Foot Creep (Who made this shit?) (TayTayMadeTheBeat) I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him (Let's go) Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you Put your mask on, yeah, they comin' out Soon as they close that door, we just gon' walk down They say we dead wrong 'cause we knocked him off But he who got caught lackin', tell that bitch that that's his fault If we draw down, guns get let off At all them clowns, including his spouse Kept that blick inside my drawers Every time I walked to Dalton I worked for Tim and sold CD's You throw a diss and you get tossed Say you ain't catch that, cross my name up, ain't no talking (Yeah) If they had a bang-out at the store, from my papa window, I could see it sparkin' But I ain't seen that since Jordan Dixon made some niggas some targets Big 40, got that shit on me in a stolo, nigga knowin' that it's retarded I spit that shit that cause a massacre at the party, believe that I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you When I jump out the back, I'ma hit it I'ma aim with the strap at his fitted Throwin' out the murder bags in my city Play-by-play while I'm standin' on Billy Dirty Drac', take the top off the Hemi Fully equipped it when we go on a mission Take his face, I ain't showin' no pity Closed case, tell them all good riddance Zombieland where the dogs can scent it Sprinter van and we all be in it Catch him first, get a raw percentage If you want, I put a coffin in it I could get you one from inside my home I just want to check the bitch out for attendance Tell them niggas I say f*ck 'em all And I'ma kill all you bitches (That's on your mama, bitch) I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you (Who made this shit?) (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Top▲ Dirty Stick (17) Lil' nigga and that bitch Lil' nigga, what? Shit You got me f*cked up, shit (AB) We gon' shoot that bitch up (D-Roc) Ayy, I swear to God, bitch Ayy, I shoot this bitch on the other night, they gon' let a shot off behind me Don't come back to the North What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then I pull up with the top down with a thirty stick And some shit to distribute White or blue, cotton too Demon baby inside that coupe Masked down, tryna step on you I want it all, that penny too Bitch, move, I'm put this stick on you That bitch get extra extensions too Lowdown and dirty only way to do Homeless shelter, they be servin' food Mama can't walk Come up to this house, shit, they gon' serve her two Catch him in that North, take his ass off F*ck him, put him on the news Diamonds in my mouth, screamin', pissed off Bitch, I'm on them white and blues Bootin' up, could barely chew F*ck a nigga, shoot him in his ink Molly came out pink Blood in the streets 'til they gone, f*ck the stink Extinct, insta-kill Brains left in the street when a nigga f*ck with me Had to leave somethin' up inside the North Tryna rub off somethin' that thug with me Bitch, you must think that I'm a whore or somethin' Hell the next time that he gon' see me What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then I pull up with the top down with a thirty stick And some shit to distribute Get you a few, your mammy too Cock it back and do that dude No shell cases, he too improved Made it out of middle school By high, ain't have to point a tool Niggas I been with 'fore introduced to you Step on heroin and step on fools Bitch, don't tell me what you gon' do On that Eight, I'ma have 'em waitin' on ya Get a bitch to build a case on him Leave him stretched out on the state corner To bury him, mom turned to a state loner (Broke bitch) Now you know you did that bad Tryna beef, ain't even got no money Now your family assed out in the inn (With your stupid ass) She see I got that shit up in me Now she want me to beat her in Beefin' with my bitch, so how I'm comin' I want you and your friend Draco with a seventy-round drum in Come out there and party in 4KTrey, bitch, you know that we the dumbest Think not? We gon' f*ck with somethin' then What the f*ck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in Want you for to mouth off, I'm gon' let it spark then I pull up with the top down with a thirty stick And some shit to distribute Yeah, I'm passin' out these hollows to you and you In the cut, dawg, that K, boy, and that Schedule II With a dropout with his mop out Tryna murder somethin' all he wan' do, yeah, gang, uh
Top▲ My Window (feat. Lil Wayne) [NBA YoungBoy:] (Got it on Smash) I'm smokin' on the best right now Believe that I can vouch for that, I can bet money on that That whip cost money, I ain't lyin' My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah He get caught playin' games, recieve that fine, yeah Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys In jail, but daddy be prayin' for me Goin' hard like I done did thirty years Trials in life went through, I beat Made it out, still tryna get thirty kills Alright, but life was hard Grew up, got smart, but still gon' murder still I be countin' money 'til they throw the appeal I be where it's grimy, steady keepin' it real Eyes out my window Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though I'm inside this bitch with extendos No love, no loss, so Can't depend on niggas Wrist out left my hand cold What you think I'm tryna win for? And it's so much more My mama, she know that I got it, I gotta achieve, yeah I'm collectin' them dollars, invest in who slangin' them choppers They a part of this lead, I'm sayin' Them hundreds won't matter forever They play, we gon' murder the man, all ten Baton Rouge, New Orleans where a young nigga headed with birds in a van I can give you a clue, what I cannot do is show you my hand You gon' make me hurt you, no, I won't choose, stop playin' Make me cool when I come through, you know you can (Rap shit) I'm gon' get you so high, you cannot land Eyes out my window Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though I'm inside this bitch with extendos No love, no loss, so Can't depend on niggas Wrist out left my hand cold What you think I'm tryna win for? That whip cost money, I ain't lyin' My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah He get caught playin' games, recieve that fine, yeah Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys [Lil Wayne:] Who's that peekin' in my motherf*ckin' window? Well, let them know that they on the f*ckin' outside lookin' in, though Out that N-O, and I don't look out my window 'Cause all I see is the shitshow I f*ck all of my ho friends, but I don't f*ck on my friend's ho 'Less he toss that bitch, but f*ck that bitch, let's f*ck the world That yopper shot a hundred times, felt like I did a hundred curls Your Wonder Woman wonderin' why your wonderland ain't wonderworld I jump inside her underworld, made her cum a hundred pearls She pussy pop in the back to "Window Shoppin'" Tinted windows, let the windows hide me Crack the window, barrel stickin' out, it's stick 'em up Lit 'em up, roll windows up, the window wipers off I work the TEC like Window Microsoft, my windows on defrost [NBA YoungBoy:] Eyes out my window Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though I'm inside this bitch with extendos No love, no loss, so Can't depend on niggas Wrist out left my hand cold What you think I'm tryna win for? That whip cost money, I ain't lyin' My mama said I did it, I'm up, stop playin' with me, yeah He get caught playin' games, receive that fine, yeah Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' her keys [Lil Wayne:] Who's that peekin' in my window? Bah Nobody know, nobody know
Top▲ Im Up My cup the devil, brand-new bezel (Wheezy outta here) Plain jane, I feel special F*ck officials, finish steppin' I know that's gon' make it better These niggas just talk like killers All-out war with my hitters I think somethin', we step on shit It's all about what I figure I ain't take nothin' off, 'fore I take somethin' back, I'ma put one in When that drank came in, my cup turned darker then my lens Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends How the f*ck you with me? You playin' detective, you ain't my twin I'ma flood you a bag soon as that pack get dropped right in Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time 'Cause now I'm up and they know it Ain't gotta picture me rollin' 'Cause when they see me, it's on me It could turn out bad or turn out good But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them Leave homicide to find them Still ain't got my mind made up Mask up before we blind him Keep actin' like he five and I'm gon' dime him Ten after ten, must I remind him? Who gon' supply me? I'm the supplier of all my friends With you to the end, who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen'? He was on that cocky shit, I already had one cocked in Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend My cup the devil, brand-new bezel Plain jane, I feel special F*ck officials, finish steppin' I know that's gon' make it better These niggas just talk like killers All-out war with my hitters I think somethin', we step on shit It's all about what I figure We miss, gon' double back to make sure bro blow out the brain I don't want you neither or your friend, y'all don't understand the pain Of the life of a slime, mind on the grind, I can't waste my time 'Cause now I'm up and they know it Ain't gotta picture me rollin' 'Cause when they see me, it's on me It could turn out bad or turn out good But I'm still thuggin', throwin' up my hood And whenever that we meet, we gon' slide them Mask up before we blind him
Top▲ Off Season (I need to talk to Mike Laury) (Hello? This is Mike Laury) (Dubba-AA flexin') (This is the sound) Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came Sittin' up inside of the court hopin' not to be judged by half of the choices I made Ridin' in a double-R, drank in my cup, intentions aimed to kill all my pain I'm runnin' with killers, I'm with 'em, you diss 'em then know to reclaim Came from the bottom, ran it up and I ain't changed Go tell them niggas I don't owe them shit Ran off like assassin Got a hundred different ways for a nigga get rich Tryna stay on that, my mind bent Did a jail bid, where my time went Did a jail bid, where my time went Got a brand new piece that Shyne sent Got a brand new piece that Shyne sent Hundred thou' inside of my Amiris Dirty money spent on Prada I ain't proud of Clean lean make a dirty bottle Solitaires lay around the collar In the streets, you just another body Casket real bright, but it's dark in it Future real bright, but it's war in it Real born killers that was taught in it Thinkin' 'bout givin' my Maybach up, startin' to feel too regular Young nigga walkin' with that fentanyl Get out of line, we stretchin' you Hatin'-ass niggas ain't keepin' up I ain't spendin' nothin', still flexin' Still ridin' 'round in a foreign car Plenty of hoes, big mansion Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came Say you wan' chill, so I let you come kick it Blood everywhere 'cause this real-deal business Guns everywhere and I'm real-deal billin' Ten-thousand dollar 'fit, ridin' in a Honda Civic She ain't know what to do, she had asked me to pick it Bought her everything, it was nothin' 'pecific If you get distracted, if you lack on a mission Won't ever do that, I'm on top of my pivot I'ma show you the value of love But on top of that, that Patek gold value is plain I feel like this metal protecting my life It's gon' block that static that's all in the rain Hope money ain't got you playin' games What's real ain't gon' never change Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain jane Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Top▲ All In 12Hunna on the beat Goddamn, BJ made another one If I say how I feel, would you really listen? If you was all mine, I'd be all in Came up outta that dirt pile, now I'm ballin' And I don't need no church when I'm Heaven-sent Hope God put loyalty in all my friends 'Cause Lord knows I got they back to the end Right now I'm recordin' with the mic' sittin' in my hand I wish Three was on my left, where my styrofoam is Got up out of Cypress, went to the Woodlands, got a safe room in my crib Ain't no tellin' when I'ma have to use it, we all know how I live Keepin' my gun everywhere I go, we all know I'm still here Question my girl, but love her strong, we all know how that is Payin' for my daddy to come home, pray he get a appeal Hope he come take me away, keep me from off of these pills And come get me from off of this drank before my kidneys, they fail Tell my son he make me calm, I don't know what I'm doin' Tell my girl these hoes can't make me cum, I only want her to do it Ten lines straight, goin' on ten days, my body ain't got no fluid Please, oh, please don't die tryin', on the real All alone, stalks and the shottas are unjudgemental It ain't too far, right by the A.M. Mart where they left my nigga Won't be that long, yeah, it'll be a while 'Til my love life right again, killas on side again Butterflies, paradise, them bullets left out the wind If I say how I feel, would you really listen? If you was all mine, I'd be all in If I took the clean route, bank accounts got cleaned out We'll still be at war, ridin' with the mops, tryna wipe the block down .50 rounds on the bottom of that Glock, standin' in front mom's house Steady screamin', "Gang life," know my time comin' 'round If I say how I feel, would you really listen? If you was all mine, I'd be all in If I say how I feel, would you really listen? If you was all mine, I'd be all in 12Hunna on the beat Goddamn, BJ made another one
Top▲ Dead Trollz That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy Man, you, don't come fishin' around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa) (PlayBoy on this bitch) Tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' I see murder in my eyes Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' In my manager call, boom, mouth full of pills, nigga Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, f*ck around with these opp niggas See they cookin' up, I ain't gon' stand down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em Mask on, slang that heater Man down, call the people Got 'em tryna troll Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher Don't like me, then f*ck 'em, I won't go that way with gang, nigga Log offline, get active, f*ck your caption, what you sayin', nigga? Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you That's two for one Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin' Dead rapper I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money Ayy, tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' I see murder in my eyes Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin' I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin' Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' blues That nigga dead, tell me did he move? All that he said was, "Watch the news" Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two It was two victims ain't make it through California with hella pounds Travel 'round with hella troops I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too Wan' get up with me, but I don't f*ck with you All in Pampers, son set trippin' too Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew Got my son screamin' out, "Do me too" Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset Contagious whack Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that Correct that Come correct, bitch, why you said that? I already done addressed that He had a show, tell me where the next at I got a gift for you, Lil Top calls (Baow-baow-baow), them niggas hoes Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more We done did a run, the second option gon' be a solo My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke Tell the motherf*ckin' police pick me up I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin' I see murder in my eyes Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin' Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin' I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row Leave one dead, I leave one dead D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome Nigga try to go, then you do his ass If you know me, you know I'm never home alone Got XDs by the TV stand
Top▲ F*ck Ya! (I got Hitman on the beat) (WassamWop) (AKel) Check out my swag, I'm shining, huh, cleaner than a motherf*cker Put some niggas up behind my name, then you gon' be another Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em Bitch, you must ain't heard, it's f*ck it In that Tesla like I'm Shawn Carter When I'm shooting, just call me Vince Slime say go, they tryna blitz Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent Long as he got his flag, Felipe can't miss Leave 'em with a scent, they gon' smell the odor Spin up on his block, set serve your phone Auntie say the jakes up on the corner Tryna catch a cell, pull it right on him Nigga playin', got the stick pulled on him, yeah F*ck it, want that nigga head, leave that bitch for dead, hah Bankrolls on all of us, Top say you can't f*ck with us I ain't flashing out 'cause I know you, bitch I'ma show you, bitch, you know what's up Big Ford ride around in it, probably feel like a Tonka truck Four-oh, fifty rounds in it, C4, I'm blowin' up Put that cross between your eyes Thug life, bitch, you a gangster I can vouch that you got fired, huh Your life in danger You gon' spank somethin' to survive Shit, what you rather? To get blinded by these diamonds or with that iron, huh? Bitch, tell me, I'm here Bang out when I see him, send them bodies up Bitch, I'm gangster of the year, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? Adrenaline runnin', I'm ready to kill him, don't show no fear And Baby Russia slangin' cutters when blood spill (Yeah) Check out my swag, I'm shining, huh, cleaner than a motherf*cker Put some niggas up behind my name, then you gon' be another Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em Bitch, you must ain't heard, it's f*ck it In that Tesla like I'm Shawn Carter When I'm shooting, just call me Vince Slime say go, they tryna blitz Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent Long as he got his flag, Felipe can't miss I got that stepped-on like Ms. Gladys' son (Like I'm Baby, like I'm Baby, nigga) Probably got a whip just sittin' on every block, they think I'm crazy, nigga Fifty chains around my neck, makin' sure my son ain't goin' through slavery, nigga Think I'ma stomp, then motherf*ckin' send the payment, nigga Hold 'em for ransom, bitch, we thuggin', they can't tame us, nigga Shawty talking like he know me, zip him, get a famous picture F*ck it, ol' boy know he owe me They talk, I get Lil Ben to peel 'em Ascend or either you descending Up top, you know that's where I send 'em Bitch, get down and lay down I got millions, I'm the sickest villain Preaching to the preacher about why you need to stop lyin' to these children Tellin' 'em I got hatred for somebody so much I should imitate 'em Watching Forensic Files all day tryna figure out how to get rid of 'em Check out my swag, I'm shining, huh, cleaner than a motherf*cker Put some niggas up behind my name, then you gon' be another Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em Bitch, you must ain't heard, it's f*ck it In that Tesla like I'm Shawn Carter When I'm shooting, just call me Vince Slime say go, they tryna blitz Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent Long as he got his flag, Felipe can't miss Long as he got his flag, Felipe can't miss Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench Slime say go, steady tryna blitz Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence, yeah
Top▲ Big Bankroll (Drell On The Track) (Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga I'm still in love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', nigga I'll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga Huh? Yeah, look Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes Then had the baddest of 'em all And I still ain't never chose F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah He took that blick straight out his pants and top Ain't gave that boy no pass I put that bitch right on his ass I say murder, we gon' the blow the curb up I'm talkin' to the point where they can't even serve nothin' I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on You better be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something One body, two body, three body, four Five bodies, now we knockin' at your door Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes Straight down with them poles Bending curves with my lit bros Out at night, get your life stole Harbor freight, don't use no stove Mold the shit then get it sold Face the bitch, he break the code I talk that Tar & Ferry, f*ck that nigga, I could make my own We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas used to f*ck That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that fair Nigga know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes Then had the baddest of 'em all And I still ain't never chose F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah He took that blick straight out his pants and top Ain't gave that boy no pass I put that bitch right on his ass Do she love me or do she love me not? I don't know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO I'm like is I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me? But, f*ck, I think I jinxed myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm f*cked up, f*ck that pussy nigga Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga Since I was eighteen on, who made me? I ain't go two months without killing me a nigga Let them niggas talk that shit for Insta God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, lil' bitch Two books I split between two niggas, and get it back Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack 'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back Y'all paint me like I'm made of violence Any case on me refer to shootin' back They can't pinpoint who I whacked Bring you bitches out like back to back Make 'em come and draw the charc, who next? I want another hat like motherf*ck that I ten my twin, you better not motherf*ckin' touch that Every time we see you up that Bitch, you know you gettin' bust at Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes Then had the baddest of 'em all And I still ain't never chose F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah He took that blick straight out his pants and top Ain't gave that boy no pass I put that bitch right on his ass Murder, we gon' throw the curveball Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can't say nothin' (Drell On The Track) We gon' pile up, drill 'em all, yeah (Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah
Top▲ Boom (I got Hitman on the beat) (Ay-ay-ayo Bleu) Said I'm boomed up, lost my mind, I'm in this bitch I ain't got no mind, niggas playin' us Ooh, I would never play with pussy niggas (Come on) Mhm, hold on Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit I get to crankin', powered up, I get it poppin' in this bitch We got them shots on all of us, we solve the problem when it hit Hold on, two lines 'fore I go in That's what my youngin said (That's what he said) Tryna leave a nigga dead Kill him, he say, "Powder head" Turnt up, I'm full of meds Tweaked out, tryna peel his head Bootin' up with my gun in hand They starin' like I came back from dead Aim this bitch, shoot at his eyes Resurrection, leave him crucified Murder zone when my niggas slide Slang that pistol, all you hear is tires Too official, it ain't televised Celebration when the nigga die All laughs when his family cry 'Cause they be screamin', "F*ck the other side," but can't do nothin' with me Heard that I'm back, know I'm strapped with semis, they report it to the city (Oh yeah) I say murder already written and any bitch can get it You know I'm doped up in the chauffeur, I got them shottas with me Yeah, bitch, and I know what, you ain't gon' f*ck with me or nobody with me You know it's dumb, you gon' do somethin' and lose your mind (Gon' lose your mind) Soon as we come, bitch, you gon' leave your soul behind (Soul behind) Xans off in the clip but confident that this a sober iron Soon as I use this bitch, it's accurate, nigga, check out how I'm firin' (Bah-bah) Turn it loud, I'm on that shit right now Bow-bow, make that nigga bump it down Plenty Benjis but I clock in with my brother, plenty pounds I need that pack, like where it's at? He cappin' now, huh, huh? I told that nat I ain't want that cat, that pussy frowned, uh-uh Put her on a track, she bringin' it back like safe and sound Put it in her back, pullin' out her tracks, bitch, turn around (Turn around) I'ma stick her up (Stick her up) Might lay it down (Might lay it down) Could be 12 PM or AM, in the morning I wake up rollin' (Wake up rollin') Refilling my cup with that muddy, I can't control it What the f*ck is up? I'ma shoot this shit, you do somethin' bogus Don't turn me down, I need six more, the Xanax on me (I feel out my body) Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit I get to crankin', powered up, I get it poppin' in this bitch We got them shots on all of us, we solve the problem when it hit Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit I get to crankin', powered up, I get it poppin' in this bitch We got them shots on all of us, we solve the problem when it hit
Top▲ Reapers Child I don't wanna waste time, oh, oh I don't wanna waste no more, oh I don't wanna no more F*ck how they feeling, ain't changin' my living on top of the continent, yeah Sit in the back with them killers, we find where they be and we run in it, yeah Came from the bottom, my nigga, my life a nightmare and it's hauntin' me, yeah Came with that fire, then we stayed with the shit, I'm on go, taking nothin' from me (Yeah) Money the root of evil, got my family and bitches, wan' come for me (Always) They lovin' a demon with money, a demon with nothin' wouldn't f*ck with me Fake love been taking a toll, it's comin' out ugly Ain't trustin' who close, they plannin' on touchin' me I know they don't f*ck with a nigga, gon' stay down until they come up off me Yeah I'm a reaper, demon In all type of frames (Mmm) In all types of ways Sleeping, riding Riding like a big mon F*ck how they feeling, ain't changin' my living on top of the continent, yeah Sit in the back with them killers, we find where they be and we run in it, yeah Since a child, prepare for to come to this Give my heart and just leave with this money, bitch Pack it all, then go back to my mama shit (Mama) Young nigga too rich for that Ho, you know you ain't shit for that I don't wanna play no get back (Nah) I wasn't on no drugs Tell them niggas that it's f*ck 'em and I meant that Came to the Maybach or the Lamb', I ain't rent that Talkin' out his mind, drop a bag on his bitch ass She feelin' him, let him leave with that stank ho (Let him leave) Front Street, I'm on trial on the front row Mama looking down 'cause she knowin' that I can't go Got my son lookin' at me while I make this song On this bus, I ain't touring, tryna make it home .45 cocked back, split a nigga dome (Bah) I just heard we made a stop, J, hold on I'm a reaper (Yeah, I'm back now), demon (J, bitch, I really thought we had we had niggas to step out) In all type of frames, reaper (I wasn't trippin' or nothing, bitch, you gonna have to excuse this cigarette) Reaper (I know you don't like it no more than my fans, go) In all types of ways Sippin' that drank, ran out of pint, I need another one Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain't runnin' nothin' Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I'm probably runnin' somethin' Villa Del Rey Elementary when them bricks dropped off Geezy steady boomin' so I'm posted on call Nigga hit the line saying, "Green gang fall" Pounds now I'm stressin', it's making me angry, now she wanna leave me now I came from the North, I was stayin' with my grandaddy, I'm alone right now My past, they ever throw it at me, I'll never look back it Mama used to rap so it made me wanna snag at it Only time I had a graduation, I was sad at it (Yeah) What you on, foe? Reaper, demon All type of ways All type of frames Sippin' that drank, ran out of pint, I need another one Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain't runnin' nothin' Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I'm probably runnin' somethin' Villa Del Rey Elementary when them bricks dropped off Geezy steady boomin' so I'm posted on call Nigga hit the line saying, "Green gang fall"
Top▲ Murder Business (I got Hitman on the beat, bah, bah) (Mommy, India Got Them Beats) Bitch ass nigga, don't talk to the man (Mm, mm, mm-mm) F*ck them, haha, yeah, what? Bitch ass nigga, say what you doin' (Mm, mm, mm-mm) What, you wanna do somethin'? Tryna to put some shit to bed now (Bed) Whipped up, hop out with Glocks And we be aiming at your head, huh (Head now) Bitch, I wanna do something Lil Top like to see red, huh You don't f*ck around with the Don Dada (Bah) We gon' red dot 'em, we gon' bedrock 'em (Yeah, yeah) I'ma heart stop 'em (Yeah, fah) With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor I got one chopper for his nine partners (Huh? Huh?) When I finish hoes say they heard about me Ridin' four deep, ridin' where they be In the back seat with a dirty chopper (Skrrt) Screamin' "F*ck the law, we gon' kill about it" F*ck the music, nigga, know we drill about it I'll use it, nigga, know this .40 on me I'm a real Blood, get real to homie Kill that bitch and make the critics pay him homage Make them killers drive when you say, "You want it?" In his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him These hoes somewhere scared now Tell us 'bout where all that lead found He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh Lil Top, I'm too ahead now Inside, might scope your headphones Demon shit, a liter, it's too dope That's not prescribed from all the styrofoams YoungBoy like to blaze, no hand grenades We get your head blown (Bro, hold on) Reaper shit, this Draco on me Bitch, I'm the coach, just work this trap phone Back bad, confirm shit (Yeah), I can get his back blown (Yeah, yeah) .45 (Yeah), this Herm shit (Yeah) Plus you know my bag strong (Yeah, yeah) You slime enough to f*ck a nigga You slime to bring a bag home (Bitch) I told you not to trust these niggas Bitch, you know you dead wrong On that lean, you would think I popped a bean I don't turn down (Nah) Killin' scene, blood on my soldierees Somethin' got burnt down (Nah) Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines I'm like "Who playin now?" I'm flexin' Lay the whole clan down (Yeah) "How you want him?" Leave him with his pants down (Yeah) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (Murder business) Chopsticks (Chopsticks), kill a witness (Witness) Down bitch (Down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (Meet us wit' it) Murder business, hol' on, murder business (Murder business) Chopsticks (Chopsticks), kill a witness (Kill a witness) Down bitch (Down bitch), drive while we spinnin' (Drive it) Let her work the phone, tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (Tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it") Brrt, brrt (Shawty sayin' "Call back," 'cause she found where they stayin') We gon' leave the phones (Load up, she'll take us, we be scopin' out the scene) Bah, bah, nigga won't stop cappin', you know that headshot was me (Headshot was me) (We'll f*ckin' spin again and see who got good aim) Bro, creep down, sweep up Show that ass some quick stuff Pussy bitch can't run from us We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up YoungBoy, AI, Lil Top, bitch, I'm a big thug (Big thug) You in here, then tonight You just might die if you ain't here with us (Ain't here with us) (You know how we comin', big shit)
Top▲ Sticks With Me Trap jumpin' like two, three I really can't even think right now I want that Xan', but I ain't got nothin' of that (Xan Walk) Shawty said she need me and I ain't never needed her Not for anything and it don't make sense to me All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men (Oh, oh, oh, oh) And all of this money and these motherf*ckin' sticks with me Oh (Oh), oh (Shots fall), all these f*ckin' shots with me (Ayy, DDawg, nigga, you know what it is with me) Hah Yeah, f*ck these hoes, man, f*ck all these niggas (Bitch ass nigga) You know how I get down on top, yeah Dirty ass nigga, pull up fresher than a newborn This shit just got compressed, yeah, this that new bomb Three-five, that's all I could do for 'em Tried to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that's the alarm You gon' see 'bout twenty niggas right behind me and they all armed I go post up in that North like, nigga, I ain't got no worries My momma tell me, "F*ck a nigga," shoot that one who come through swervin' What she said on Instagram? He better shoot 'til he can't shoot no more Back then outside the TV storm, like boy, you know you been a ho This thug life shit'll never go, my son be screamin', "Gang, gang" His momma call my phone every time she know I left a stain F*ck these niggas and f*ck all that blame F*ck these cars, I wan' collect your brain And if you knew how close I was, then bitch, you would go do the same Glocks out, man down, he don't know, where we ran down What them niggas sayin' now? Not a motherf*ckin' thing Catch you with your pants down, bitch, you ain't gotta stand down You know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em, pop out Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out I pop these Blues Clues Xans like I'm a junky, I don't give no f*cks Better come correctly, bitch, you paid to slump me, I'ma put you up F*ck a push-up, get your weight up, I got my cake up, lil' nigga, yeah Got love for different shit, boy, you ain't on nothin', let's count some heads Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em, pop out Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one out the gang If we don't go there, then it don't happen 'Cause them niggas ain't gon' come this way Baton Rouge, know it's done this way And enough for what my momma say With that bitch up, down and side my waist Screamin', "Kill me, bitch," I missed my fade Gotta put bird back inside that cage When you think the gang, I'm on the same And I put two of them bitches up for somethin', and still got more in vain I ain't forget about what you did, my nigga Our opps don't know about them pictures Nigga don't know I coulda been and zipped him But it's good, I respect your call, nigga, I'ma catch 'em Shawty said she need me and I ain't never needed her Not for anything and it don't make sense to me All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men And all of this money and these motherf*ckin' sticks with me Oh, oh all these f*ckin' shots with me Yeah, f*ck these hoes, man, f*ck all these niggas You know how I get down on top, yeah
Top▲ House Arrest Tingz Drum Dummie Drum Dummie made the beat and you know he killed it Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh? I ain't flashin', though I'm just coolin' right now It ain't nobody but me and Herm in the studio And I'm just bored And, I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me So, I just recorded Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow Drive that Maybach like a f*ckin' Monte Carlo I been tryna find some peace and only God know Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin') Not many 'round if you don't know, it helped my pockets (My pockets) And my bro, take that Draco and go wildin' (Blaw, blaw) Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence Violins should be played, how I'm stylin' Comment "Where," she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New York And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge I flash out and take his head from off his body I never once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is Hidin' out, I let that 30 spit on College If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did I'm a real street nigga, yeah I just pulled my retta out and tried to stop a nigga (Where you goin'?) I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (F*ck is you doin'?) F*ck my ex, I hope my next can prolly top a nigga Take me to a place I can't imagine (Oh) Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (Oh) Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic Yeah, we knocked him off Nigga what? They gotta hand it I just took to foreign on the block and took the top off Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that ain't my fault I'm with Herm, I'm drinkin' on that Hen' like a papa Pure codeine, they drinkin' on that gin, I been goin' off Goin' off on all these hoes waitin' on me to fall I walk in court, dirty as the f*ck with pee up in my draws Bitch, I'm drunker than the f*ck, I need some Tylenol I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y'all (Blaw, blaw) I left therapy with K3 and I sped off Talkin' proper as the f*ck with my head off Talkin' proper as the f*ck with my head off Been goin' crazy but I can't let my son see it all All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch, take yo' panties off Take me to a place I can't imagine (Oh) Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (Oh) Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic Yeah, we knocked him off Nigga what? They gotta hand it
Top▲ To My Lowest I'm from the crossroads (Drell on the track) Yeah, oh-oh Oh You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing All this pain I've been showing I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin' It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh If you my friend, then you got trust funds It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son Can't let you bleed and another man shouldn't have to bust your gun Yeah, f*ckin' on someone else and textin' like you want me, disrespectful You playin' with my intelligence, you should be tryna better me It ain't been six months, you f*cked someone then try and bein' extra You ain't a woman tellin' lies, but, shit, I guess that's 'cause you're scared of me Written in my eyes, pedigree I ain't in no kennel, I'm a dog tryna feed my needs I'm startin' to think I drunk too much of lean I been fallin' out, ain't crying loud, no one to comfort me Suffer from somethin', you don't love me Once you thug me, I say, "F*ck you" Even though after I still be feelin' wrong Lookin' in your eyes, I see trouble I can tell that you been thuggin' I don't wanna talk to you, just leave me 'lone You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing All this pain I've been showing I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin' It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh If you my friend, then you got trust funds It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son Can't let you bleed and another man shouldn't have to bust your gun I'd do anything for you (Anything) F*ck that nigga, he can't do anything for you Mistreatin' me, bitch, you could leave, I ain't do you nothing Tell that you lying 'cause you get loud when we start fussin' (I ain't gon' hit you) If that's my brother, we get money, f*ck another It go up, then we gon' shoot this bitch down with each other You don't f*ck with me, I ain't takin' care of you I'm invested in my step When I ain't with you, feel less than me But stay at distance for the better Startin' to give up on stolen treasure I make you mine, how many niggas can say they been with you? I ain't no different, but it hit different when the women do It f*ck with me, you ain't right here, and you know it do Can't wait 'til I get over you, for the swearin' that it be the truth When I say I ain't even notice you You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing All this pain I've been showing I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin' It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh If you my friend, then you got trust funds It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son Can't let you bleed and another man shouldn't have to bust your gun You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest I needed you, you ain't give a f*ck 'bout me growing All this pain I've been showing I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin' (Drell's on the track)
Top▲ Peace Hardly (Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that mothaf*ckin' beat?) (Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherf*cker) (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) I'm that lil' nigga not spendin' them M's I'm holdin' that shit like it's good, mmm I ain't hidin' my hand, they know what it is Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy Show no love, straight homicide .45 Glock ain't got no safety In the North, we at war with the other side F*ck all you niggas, I'm strapped with my burner I'm tryna see what it is Swerve in that Bentley, hop out on a corner Make my way to LA on a Lear I see that your vision ain't looking too clear Them bodies get left in the field And them diamonds get set on a bezel And my mind stay set on a mil' All night, standin' on that corner We on go, we see 'em I'ma fly her in when I wanna 'Cause lil' shorty chill And that's all that matter, chit, no chatter And these hoes get cut like pills Bitch, don't run your mouth 'bout nothin' You know that ain't real I can barely get peace hardly Lie like they all in I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be When it's war, ain't no stallin' All night we be stalkin' Let's see where they hidin' or where they be We slangin' that heat, die in the street Hundred, two hundred, three hundred Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more I'm really rich, I'ma spend that shit I'ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks One million, two million, three million Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me 'Til you prove with me you ain't innocent Wrong side, we gon' ride that bitch Tell shorty I say bring him right in the dead end F*ck if he alone, know how we get down Not sayin' nothin' wrong with some dead friends It's 187, we burnin' shit down Murder right in the town, they movin' in She ain't right for my heart, so I'm movin' out I'ma clear this bitch out if they mug again Now I'm back in this bitch, gotta thug again Full of Xans, I be toppin' it with a ten Dirty straps in that car when I'm with Lil' Ben Catch another, I ain't thinkin' another sin Get it to 'em, no talkin', no Motorola He gon' bang for that gang, ain't no switchin' over Travel out for them things, just him and soldiers For that money, be less, better pray it's over I can barely get peace hardly Lie like they all in I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be When it's war, ain't no stallin' All night we be stalkin' Let's see where they hidin' or where they be We slangin' that heat, die in the street Hundred, two hundred, three hundred Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more I'm really rich, I'ma spend that shit I'ma shoot the shit, got plenty of sticks One million, two million, three million Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add some more Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me 'Til you prove with me you ain't innocent I'm that lil' nigga not spendin' them M's I'm holdin' that shit like it's good, mmm I ain't hidin' my hand, they know what it is Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy Show no love, straight homicide .45 Glock ain't got no safety In the North, we at war with the other side
Top▲ Callin (feat. Snoop Dogg) [NBA YoungBoy:] Yeah, callin', uh, yeah, ballin' I heard these niggas out here stallin' Want more hoes and the money, yeah Came from the jungle, we the same, yeah Woke up this morning, brushed my teeth, and I got dressed Sit down and roll my doja 'cause I know I smoke the best Thinking 'bout how I just told T I meant war about my set Other words, willing to die, ain't tryna put some shit to rest Plans like Andretti, me and my stepper bumpin' Spitta, nigga Stackin' bank high, at the same time talkin' gettin' rid of niggas Throwing gang signs down second, D dome split that nigga F*ck that boy, my mama had me and I tell you we don't fear no niggas Bitch, you get your issue Roll up my issue, what's the issue? Say he gangster, bitch, I get with you Yell f*ck a nigga, see no danger, we gon' spank him I'm smoking blitz, Jedi with the stick, Northside ranger Who the f*ck is this? Beat cases, still had money, now a nigga nameless That's the smart way Yeah, callin', uh, yeah, ballin' (The f*ck is this callin' me, man?) I heard these niggas out here stallin' (These niggas lyin') More hoes, please send the money (Send the money) I need that dough, where I come from ain't nothin' but guns, yeah [Snoop Dogg:] Doggy back, four-two flat Black hat, no mask on Tough talking, get blast on Keep walking and smash on Move fast when I see the profit Blue rag in my back pocket (Crip) Hundred grand every time I drop it Can't f*ck with a nigga, stop it Every time I hit the block, I'm on a mission Quick to serve a nigga on the spot who didn't listen It's hot up in the kitchen, I'm burnin' down your house You niggas talking slick, my gun up in your mouth Big money, act funny We comin', we gunnin' Them bullets be hummin' Keep ducking, keep runnin' I'm a G, nigga, Doggy stay ballin' I'm throwing up the C, nigga, and all these hoes callin' [NBA YoungBoy:] Yeah, callin', uh, yeah, ballin' (The f*ck is this callin' me, man?) I heard these niggas out here stallin' (These niggas lyin') More hoes, please send the money (Send the money) I need that dough, where I come from ain't nothin' but guns, yeah Yeah, callin', uh, yeah, ballin' (The f*ck is this callin' me, man?) I heard these niggas out here stallin' (These niggas lyin') More hoes, please send the money (Send the money) I need that dough, where I come from ain't nothin' but guns, yeah
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