Rumble Jams

And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow) I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said I'ma let it Alright, come on, aight (Von, von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be I say, "For sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat" She like "Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek" I'm like "Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want, some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?" She get to smiling, she ain't used to this 'cause she ain't used to shit I'm just laughing, could have been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speeding, could have been a driver the way I push the whip You a hoe, could have been a bitch the way you throw a fit But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now it's like 6, told her hit his phone Meet her in the Wic, but he ain't go But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do 'Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24 Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now He double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push-to-start That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' that butt Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happened I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin', 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out "What's crackin?" I'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide? You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine, ain't no point in trying They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I pull up some flicks He like, "Damn, I think I know the nigga" He cool with his bitch We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest Boom boom boom! Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye) Bitch, we lurking 63rd, aye (aye, aye aye) (Dress game, put in work, aye, aye, aye)

Von, Von Von, Von DJ on the beat so it's a banger Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (yeah) Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) When you fightin' for your life (damn) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) I'm finna tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you wha- Let me tell you what it's like (what?) Fightin' 45 to life (damn) In the room with a hype boy nigga you don't like (what?) When you seen your homie First thing that he gave you was a knife (damn) I'm tryna tell you that it's real (yeah) You don't know how it feel (damn) When you lose that appeal, it's like speedin' down a hill (vroom) And your brakes don't work, pray to God that he take that wheel You don't know how it go (plea) You hope the witness don't show (shit) Court date's comin' slow Baby mama, she a ho (bitch) And the opps still slidin' tryna find out who killed fo' Boy, this shit ain't no joke (nah), and I know this fo'sho 'Cause the judge first offer 54 (damn, damn) Bro, he think you a ho (ho) Tell your lawyer let's go Suit up, nigga, it's time for war Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (yeah) Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) When you fightin' for your life (damn) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) I'm finna tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like Process go slow (go slow) I can't sleep, it's too cold (it's too cold) My bond no hold First stop Stateville 'cause i'm still on parole (damn, damn) See I was probably somewhere in the hole Caught a opp that killed bro Beat his ass, boy, you know how it go (what, what?) And I was in the cell with D Rose When they gave him that time, on O shit hurt my soul (Damn, damn) Don't quit, gotta fight 'em (gotta fight 'em) You young, you black, they don't like you (they don't like you) You got a son on the way, if they take you away He could fuck around and be just like you (just like you) Got his hands on the Glock and the rifle (and the rifle) Tryna put some hot in a rival (boom, boom) Lookin' up, time flyin' right by you (damn) Time's hard, gotta lean on the bible Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (yeah) Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) When you fightin' for your life (damn) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) I'm finna tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you wha- Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (yeah) Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) When you fightin' for your life (damn) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) I'm finna tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you wha- Ay, on a serious note, though Like, on some for real shit These people ain't fuckin' playin' with us, man Ay, when I got booked back in 2014 for that shit And my arresting officer, he brought me downstairs To get processed and three type of them came out One of 'em get that... ye, Nine, that's my work And that other officer got that D-Rose "Yeah, that's my work" The other officer got that CDAI, "Yeah that's my work" And what they mean by when they say that's their work Is that they opened a charge and put them away That's their work you know? So they playin' this shit like a game, like givin' us time Like a game, see what I'm sayin'? This shit ain't no joke DJ on the beat so it's a banger

Von, Von Von, Von DJ on the beat so it's a banger Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (yeah) Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) When you fightin' for your life (damn) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) I'm finna tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you wha- Let me tell you what it's like (what?) Fightin' 45 to life (damn) In the room with a hype boy nigga you don't like (what?) When you seen your homie First thing that he gave you was a knife (damn) I'm tryna tell you that it's real (yeah) You don't know how it feel (damn) When you lose that appeal, it's like speedin' down a hill (vroom) And your brakes don't work, pray to God that he take that wheel You don't know how it go (plea) You hope the witness don't show (shit) Court date's comin' slow Baby mama, she a ho (bitch) And the opps still slidin' tryna find out who killed fo' Boy, this shit ain't no joke (nah), and I know this fo'sho 'Cause the judge first offer 54 (damn, damn) Bro, he think you a ho (ho) Tell your lawyer let's go Suit up, nigga, it's time for war Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (yeah) Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) When you fightin' for your life (damn) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) I'm finna tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like Process go slow (go slow) I can't sleep, it's too cold (it's too cold) My bond no hold First stop Stateville 'cause i'm still on parole (damn, damn) See I was probably somewhere in the hole Caught a opp that killed bro Beat his ass, boy, you know how it go (what, what?) And I was in the cell with D Rose When they gave him that time, on O shit hurt my soul (Damn, damn) Don't quit, gotta fight 'em (gotta fight 'em) You young, you black, they don't like you (they don't like you) You got a son on the way, if they take you away He could fuck around and be just like you (just like you) Got his hands on the Glock and the rifle (and the rifle) Tryna put some hot in a rival (boom, boom) Lookin' up, time flyin' right by you (damn) Time's hard, gotta lean on the bible Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (yeah) Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) When you fightin' for your life (damn) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) I'm finna tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you wha- Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's like Let me tell you what it's like (yeah) Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) When you fightin' for your life (damn) Let me tell you what it's- Let me tell you what it's like (what it's like) I'm finna tell you what it's like (what it's like) Let me tell you wha- Ay, on a serious note, though Like, on some for real shit These people ain't fuckin' playin' with us, man Ay, when I got booked back in 2014 for that shit And my arresting officer, he brought me downstairs To get processed and three type of them came out One of 'em get that... ye, Nine, that's my work And that other officer got that D-Rose "Yeah, that's my work" The other officer got that CDAI, "Yeah that's my work" And what they mean by when they say that's their work Is that they opened a charge and put them away That's their work you know? So they playin' this shit like a game, like givin' us time Like a game, see what I'm sayin'? This shit ain't no joke DJ on the beat so it's a banger

What? What? We started this shit, man (huh?) We fathered this shit, man (for real, we did) For real Did a lot of dirt myself, dirty .30 on me, shoot 'em like Steph Curry Shells get to raining, gettin' wet up, huh? Fall and your ass won't get up, nah Bitch, I get busy with choppers and Glizzies I'm ridin' through the city, this Glock got no safety Keep that bitch with me, so please do not tempt me I squeeze 'til it's empty, you thinkin', you crazy Bad bitch from another country, foreign Slam dunk all on the pussy, scoring Nigga, I'm on to the next, she boring Finna pull up on her friend, who's goin'? Bands on me, money won't fold, damn Leprechaun, where is me gold bands? Can't catch the drip, you got no hands I ain't got opps, I got all fans I be slidin' on niggas, straight patchin' them You ain't wanna die, why you lack with them? Hoppin' up out of them Astro vans Caught your ass, boy, you can't hide from 'em We dangerous, Tooka, man, smoke 'em like angel dust Boy, you ain't gang, you a stain, you can't hang with us Glizzies on every gang member that came with us Aim and just spray at them niggas that ain't wit us How you gon' war with a god, a beast? You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak Boy, we would dust yo' ass off, sweepin' You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin' Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us (nah) They don't wanna war with us, nah Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us (nah) They don't wanna war with us, nah Tell them niggas they don't wanna war with us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Whole lotta wild ass shorties, babies 35 stuffed in a .40, KD Nah, they don't need no aim, say what? Hitting niggas up close range, layups Two hands, I'm rocking the metal I'm hot like the devil, I bury your block like a shovel Hit your ass all in your neck, now your head on your chest Look like Olympic gold medals (hahaha) Switchin' gears, swervin' through traffic, stop us I can switch gears on my ratchet, choppa Boy, when we roll up we bustin', blocka Knock all that meat out your fuckin' taco Hollow tips spinning like cyclones FaceTime a nigga like iPhone Put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue, huh Call that bitch drop-dead gorgeous, damn I'm heartless, bitch, you can call me the Tin Man Going against me is like crawling through quicksand Draco be sparkin' and bargin' through bricks, man Some call me grandson, some call me hitman (Bitch) bitch, some call me hitman (Bitch) bitch, some call me hitman Some call me grandson (bitch, bitch, some call me hitman) How you gonna war with a god? A beast? You don't need guns, you need heart, you weak Boy, we dust your ass hard, sweepin' You don't want smoke on my squad, you tweakin' Tell them niggas they ain't want a war with us They ain't want a war with us, nah Tell them niggas they ain't want a war with us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Tell them niggas they ain't want a war with us They ain't want a war with us, nah Tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war with us Boy, we some monsters, savages, and warriors Free Boss-T Free Trey Five, 3D Free Bang Man Free D. Rose, free Nine Free Lil Scud, Free 22 Real to real, fuck the fake, We out

And I'ma let that MAC fly just like my nigga Durk (Bow) I'ma let this MAC fly with this, hold on I said I'ma let that — Alright, come on (Von), alright (Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee I had a thot, she be with the shits, she told me where he be I say for sure, baby let me know, if you wanna eat She like "Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek" I'm like "Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?" She get to smiling, She ain't used to this cause she ain't used to shit I'm just laughing, could of been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speeding, could of been a driver the way I push the whip You a hoe, could of been a bitch the way you throw a fit But fuck that, right back to the script cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now it's like 6, told her hit his phone Meet her in the Wic, but he ain't go But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the store I'm like cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's just how go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's 6 to 24 Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he pulling up now He double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happened- I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin', cause there go the opps, yellin' out "What's crackin?" I'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide? You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you become a pack You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back But fuck that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not mine Ain't no point in trying They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding They be talking from the internet, they don't be outside Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I pull up some flicks He like, "Damn I think I know the nigga" He cool with his bitch We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we played a lot Got a goofy walking in and out, telling me his car He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just finesse I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest (Boom boom boom) Bitch, we lurking 63rd Bitch, we lurking 63rd

Young Chop on the beat Chop Von, Von Bitch See, mama, she raised her a savage Went and took it if I didn't have it, see, I can do magic I can get rid of my gun, and still beat yo' a- like yo' daddy We thirsty, we blitzin' like Madden, in traffic with full automatic (wha'?) I'm clutchin' and speedin' while drivin' Left hand on the wheel like I got it (I got it) Not hidin', how you could not find us? (Huh?) Always muggin', so please do not mind us (wha'?) It's the pills, it's fuckin' our minds up (wha'?) When we flyin', we d- in designer Don't look back, 12 stay behind us Flashbacks of me in them lineups (uh-huh) No, I cannot go, I ain't no hoe, put the pedal to the floor (boom) My life a movie, we shootin' (boom), you got a gun, but don't use it The drugs we abuse it, I ain't abusive, beat an opp bitch like she stupid I'm chillin' at Ruth Chris, just me and my new bitch (uh, wha'?) You stressin' and goin' bald (for what, bitch?) baby, you on that fu' shit Pull over, I think that's him (that's him) Matter fact, gang, that's them (that's them) See the one with the fade, got a limp? I thought he was dead, but fuck that shit I want him, I want him, I want him (I want him) Pull up on 'em, up on 'em, up on 'em (up on 'em) I swear, that boy is a goner Tried to run, but I got up on 'em (boom) Tried to run, but I got up on 'em (boom-boom) He need a new kidney, you donate? My shoes by Gucci, you know it You payin' that shit if you owe it My mama's firstborn, I'm the oldest (I am) Huh? What? Bitch, I beat the body, I'm chosen

No flaws King Von I ain't got no flaws No flaws King Von DJ on the beat, so it's a banger I ain't got no flaws So please don't bring your hoe 'round me I brush my teeth, then floss These diamonds, ain't no cavities Boy, I got all this sauce Foreign bitches be on me Got diamonds in my watch I can't tell what time it is Bitch, get out, now walk Told these hoes 'bout playin' with me And he outlined in chalk All my bullets RIP's She left me, haha Man, these hoes be so funny And you know how I rock All these hoes in love with me When I pull up, they run All the opps, they run from me And they call me King Von K-I-N-G-V-O-N, say I ain't got no flaws So please don't bring your ho 'round me I brush my teeth, then floss These diamonds, ain't no cavities Boy, I got all this sauce Foreign bitches be on me Got diamonds in my watch I can't tell what time it is I don't wanna talk Baby, don't you talk to me And my new house, I bought Closet big, come walk in it And three-car my garage I just put a horse in it I don't like her no more It ain't no point in forcing it And Von, he the G.O.A.T I be ducking all the pigs I turn up at my shows I swear I love all my fans I ain't got no flaws So please don't bring your hoe 'round me I brush my teeth, then floss These diamonds, ain't no cavities Boy, I got all this sauce Foreign bitches be on me Got diamonds in my watch I can't tell what time it is I ain't got no flaws So please don't bring your hoe 'round me I brush my teeth, then floss These diamonds, ain't no cavities Boy, I got all this sauce Foreign bitches be on me Got diamonds in my watch I can't tell what time it is

Oh, yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this Huh, what? (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) Von Now here it go, I just made it home Missed calls on my phone See, I been gone Was tryna hit a lick but that's shit just went wrong I got a thot, she right off the block Her crib be the spot and we got Glocks Tucked all in the shit, don't come in less you knock But this bitch grimey Told her 'bout this nigga Help me set 'em up and she was wit it She just want some shoes And she ain't give no fuck So we do that, I was at his neck Creepin' from the back But saw the opps and had to let 'em have it How fucked up is that? But where that bitch? She ain't called me yet We did that at six and who got hit? I know someone, check 'cause King Von, he don't miss Now two weeks pass I'm back on my grind I can't waste no time, the opps been quiet They be whoopin' tho But them niggas not slidin' and I been high I can't even lie that thot been on my mind Why she ain't called? I ain't seen her ass, I hope that she alright Now it's midnight I'm hitting some blocks Just me and my Glock, came to a stop I'm at a red light, I usually don't stop My phone keep ringing Just a hoe of course, this bitch probably bored I press ignore I ain't got no time A whore gon' be a whore Now I get that feeling Something ain't right I look to my right And I'm like, damn There go that flexin' nigga He wavin' his pipe He get to dumpin' Bullets get to comin' My heart get to thumbin' I feel something, my left shoulder hot Blood just get to gushing I'm like shit, ain't this 'bout a bitch And he with that bitch I got a glimpse, she got them big lips That's made for suckin' dick Now it make sense That hoe set me up That lil' dirty slut, the double cross Tryna get me caught Like I'm Randy Moss Ah shit, I just dropped my gun Plus I got one arm, I'm tryna drive I can't shoot back now This man on my ass, I almost crashed But I got the wheel, he tryna kill for real But there go twelve He bust a quick right And I just bust a left Ah, shit What the fuck, gang, you good? Damn, my shoulder You know this bitch be fuckin' with me, gang Damn, man, finish tellin' me about that shit that was crackin' Off last week with them niggas and shit Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, look Now this what happened A week later my arm in a sling I been sippin' lean, pure codeine I don't feel a thing My hoe say I'm mean I need a blunt, stuff that bitch wit Runtz Boy, I'm on a hunt, and ain't no breakfast But I'm a boxer nigga, like some Capt'n Crunch I got a tip that thot bitch be on 75th Right off Cottage With her best friend, gettin' her hair did I'm like cool, finna make my move Post up, what I do This bitch a fool for tryna play me out Like that shit was cool Now it's like two Catch her walking out Her new hairstyle blue and she look cute But that mean ain't shit to me I crept up then I boomed And that was that Now I'm running back I stop in my tracks, there go that Porsche How crazy is that boy, I'm on his ass The first blast, it shatter his glass Damn, this nigga fast, he hit the gas I'm still shooting at him but I'm too far back Damn I'm hype, let me tuck this pipe Get up out of sight 'cause I see lights And them bitches bright Can't go to jail for life, so I take flight Made it to the hood, everything went good Knock on wood, flame me up a 'Wood Tooka smellin' good, looked at my phone Got a text from Herb, he say, "Whats's the word?" I say, shit, I'm just coolin' bitch, I'm not from 63rd Bitch, we're not from 63rd Stretch Gang put in work

I'm sayin' we be with the killers that kill all fuckin' the killers, nigga You know the fuck we rockin' man, fasho-fasho Niggas talkin' on the net, like, pop out, where you at? Ayy (let's get it) All we know is pop out with our guns, we from the 'Raq, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah) Pop out, catch that nigga tryna run we wet his back, ayy (skrrt, grah, grah) Are you cocky? Turned you to a dolphin 'cause you crack treys (yeah) Bitch (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Let's go (ayy), bang (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Boom (ayy, ayy, ayy), yeah (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy), yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy) gang (ayy, ayy, ayy), gang (grah) Keep yo' damn gun, even though he handsome he'll blam some Who you talkin' 'bout? Bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout grandson Foenem took them bullets, we put switches on them handguns Foenem got caught shootin' on the camera, put yo' mask on Von, uh, uh, uh, Von, uh, uh, uh Von, uh, uh, uh, Von, uh, uh I get that call, he at the box, I'm tryna kill him (huh, what?) That bitch gon' tell me all the info, I'ma milk her (huh, what?) To them, you super tough, to us you just a victim (you just a victim) My bitch be mad I come in late, bitch, I was drillin' (bitch, I was drillin') The opps be tough, when they get shot they in they feelings (they in they feelings) Don't take too long I get that call, I'm there in minutes (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang gang (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang gang (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang gang (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (huh, huh?) I be ridin' with my gun and I'm a felon (huh, what?) Since you cocky with your head we crack your melon (huh, what?) I put my trust inside my brother, but he was tellin' (gang, gang) This deeper than rap, but if I catch him, I'ma nail em (grah, grah) Where he stay he think he safe, but we know where he stay (ayy) On the Lam we do it for Moe, in the O we do it for Big A Get back mode, what you off? Tic-tac-toe, what you thought? He KO'ed, he think we soft, catch his ass and tear him off (bitch) See, back in school I was a fool, a real stepper You better dip if you get hit, they cannot help you They tryin' they best, they runnin' lights you going to melt A nice pic on they shirt, that's what they better do Set my alarm, It's time to kill 'cause we on schedule I can't speak on what we doin', that shit federal You thought that you caught me lackin', I'm ahead of you You tryna rap and you get killed, they gon' be mad at you (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang gang (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang gang (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang gang (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang gang (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang gang (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang gang (huh, huh?) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (ayy, ayy) Gang (ayy, ayy), gang (huh, huh?)

Huh? What? (KidWond3r) What? Uh? (KidWond3r) Von, Von Bitch, fuck your nigga (fuck your nigga) Hoe, fuck his feelings (fuck his feelings) You say you stayin' (you stayin') See, hoe, you trippin' (bitch, you trippin') See, I'm a killer (I'm a killer) But I got feelings (I got what?) I catch you with him (I catch you with him) I just might kill him It feel like I'm doin' the most (the most) I like you, I'm lettin' you know (you know) They been runnin' from me, they whole life (yeah) But I ain't into chasing no hoes (nah) See, I cut this shit and just go (I'm gone) If I like you, I'm fuckin' you slow (yeah) Don't be scared 'cause I keep these guns 'round me (what?) Never know who might come through the door (boom, boom) See, it started one day by the store (by the store) I was lurkin', you know how that go (how that go) They was lackin', they know we at war Hit the corner, I'm lettin' it blow Boom, he fell, can't get up no more (uh) I'm runnin', my forehead was soaked I hear sirens, boy, they gettin' close (damn) Don't know how much far I can go Told God, "Forgive me, I'm wrong" (I'm wrong) Looked up, saw a bitch at the door She waved, said, "Boy, come on" (come on) I'm so happy, she don't even know Made it in, then I hit the floor (man, damn) Looked up, she was lockin' the door Asked me, do I still got my pole? I looked down like, "You already know" Look, my name Von, I know (uh-huh) And I'm from the O, I know (uh-huh) But I ain't do shit, I know (uh-huh) Don't worry, you good, they gone This bitch was bad for sure (damn) I gave her some racks for a coat Asked her do she live alone? She say, "Nah, he on his way home" (damn) Bitch, fuck your nigga (fuck your nigga) Hoe, fuck his feelings (fuck his feelings) You say you stayin' (you stayin') See, hoe, you trippin' (bitch, you trippin') See, I'm a killer (I'm a killer) But I got feelings (I got what?) I catch you with him (I catch you with him) I just might kill him We been talkin', now we gettin' close (gettin' close) Her nigga a lame and he broke (he broke) When we fuckin', I love how you moan You get T'd when they play my songs (yeah) My birthday, the code to her phone (yeah) "Is he gone?" "Yeah, come on" (come on) She call me when he not at home So deep that I'm touchin' her soul (Von) Now it feel like you leadin' me on (damn) Got me all in they bed, this bitch wrong I told her just leave him, she won't (she won't) I don't understand, what's wrong? (What's wrong) Bitch, stop playin' games, we grown (grown) Looked up, heard, "Baby, I'm home" (what?) Looked back, I was clutchin' my pole (yeah) She tellin' me, "No, Von, you wrong" Bitch, fuck your nigga (fuck your nigga) Hoe, fuck his feelings (fuck his feelings) You say you stayin' (you stayin') See, hoe, you trippin' (bitch, you trippin') See, I'm a killer (I'm a killer) But I got feelings (I got what?) I catch you with him (I catch you with him) I just might kill him Bitch, fuck your nigga (fuck your nigga) Hoe, fuck his feelings (fuck his feelings) You say you stayin' (you stayin') See, hoe, you trippin' (bitch, you trippin') See, I'm a killer (I'm a killer) But I got feelings (I got what?) I catch you with him (I catch you with him) I just might kill him

Say what? (Dj on the beat so it's a banger) Von Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (What? Nah) That lil' boy a mutt (yeah), he Mrs. Puff (huh?) Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom) Ayy, get up (get up) Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (what?) You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up (bitch ass nigga) Sick as fuck, yeah, I'm sick as fuck, and I'm slick as fuck Just hit a lick on this nigga brother, and told him pick me up (bitch ass nigga) Drop your panties, what's that smell, bitch? It's fishy as fuck (Huh? Ugh, ugh) Went on a drill, he ain't nail shit, he iffy as fuck (what? Damn, damn) Bag it up, folks them baggin' up, come and grab you somethin' (bag it up) Tag you up, folks them tag you up, ain't no point of runnin' (tag you up) Are you mad? Yeah, you super mad, but you ain't gon' do nothin' (why? Why? Why?) I got a bag with your lil' stupid ass, might pop out with a hundred (huh? yeah, yeah, yeah) Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (What? Nah) That lil' boy a mutt (yeah), he Mrs. Puff (huh?) Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom) Ayy, get up (get up) Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (what?) You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up (bitch ass nigga) Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (what? Nah) Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up (yeah) Ayy, get up (what?) Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (boom, boom, boom) You better not die (get up), I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up (bitch ass nigga) I got money, boy, a lot of money, put that on J Money (yeah, whole lotta) Your ass broke, your whole hood dirty, y'all ain't havin' nothin' Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck (damn, damn, damn) Bring your friends, I got the gang with me, they just tryna fuck (yeah) Bag it up, baby, bag it up, that ass fat as fuck (that ass fat as fuck) Where your friends? I got the gang with me, we just tryna fuck (just tryna fuck) Double cup, sip that lean, homie, it ain't green, homie (nah, nah) Got that Glock with that beam on it, better not tweak, homie (what? Boom, boom, boom) See I like hoes that be bougie though (yeah), but they be choosin' though (they be choosin' though) They get fly and bring they friends with 'em to the studio (to the studio) They off Remy and that D'usse and that Julio (and that Julio) And they be trippin' off that Yungeen Ace and that Foolio (and that Foolio) See, I'm a star, I be shootin' shit, ain't talkin' movies though (ain't talkin' movies though) This bitch a freak, she be puttin' pills up in her bootyhole (up in her bootyhole) Get put to sleep, now them fancy clothes got some bullet holes Thought it was sweet? I'm at your funeral, I have to play my role Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (What? Nah) That lil' boy a mutt (yeah), he Mrs. Puff (huh?) Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom) Ayy, get up (get up) Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (yeah, yeah) You better not die, I like your bitch, boy, I'm goin' to pick her up (bitch ass nigga) Aw, you tough? You ain't really tough (What? Nah) That lil' boy a mutt, he Mrs. Puff (huh?) Hit him in his gut and watch that boy ball up (boom, boom, boom) Ayy, get up (get up) Aw, you can't get up, look like you givin' up (yeah, yeah) You better not die, I like your bitch (nah), boy, I'm goin' to pick her up (bitch ass nigga)

Von, Von (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), Von Bitch left me while I was locked up I came home, I shitted on that bitch Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested, bitch You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit See, on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles I probably catch a body before I catch a cold Hold on, hold on, hold, run that shit back This that OTF shit This that Stretch Gang shit, this that GetBack Gang shit Von, Von (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), Von Bitch left me while I was locked up I came home, I shitted on that bitch Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist If you ain't suckin' dick then I ain't interested bitch You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit See, on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles I probably catch a body before I catch a cold I got a shootin' folks habit, I know I'm too savage My lil' bro packin', we team No Lackin Better not get caught in traffic, 'cause I'm Stretch Gang crazy My old hoe is blue, I wouldn't fuck em if they paid me Hermes, nah, bitch this Ferragamo Ain't tryna fuck the nigga bitch, I'm tryna fuck his mama I'm with a bad bitch named London She gay and she swing both ways like nunchucks My guys deep fry shit, Popeyes Never lackin' stay on point, see everything like I'm cockeyed Hoe nigga got bitch ways, he switch sides Change a nigga like a flat tire, he gon' need more than peroxide Ooh, I know you feelin' this, boy this that killin' shit This that gang only shit, you need a membership This that hit your target shit, it hit your witness shit You ain't see that boy in three days, that's that he missin' shit Now, that's that fishy shit, but Von tote a 50 clip Plus my gun been through some shit Like Bernie Mack, bitch, who you with? Balmain, nah, bitch I rock Amiris My Drac' just caught two niggas back to back, it's gettin' scary Bitch left me while I was locked up I came home, I shitted on that bitch Went silly on that bitch, got diamonds drippin' off my wrist If you ain't suckin' dick, then I ain't interested bitch You got a deep throat, lick on and spit on my shit I got a bag, niggas' savings, I be spendin' that shit My homie turned state, now he a witness and shit See on my soul, I'm out here shootin' poles I probably catch a body before I catch a cold

I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) I'm like cool, I can do that boo What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue? She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic' But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin' 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?" I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga, who? I was born to shoot" I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

I'ma let this MAC fly with this one, hold on I said, I'ma let it Aight come on, aight (Von, Von) Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee (what?) I had a thot she be with the shits, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, "Fo' sho', baby, let me know if you wanna eat" She like, "Von you already know, just put your girl on fleek" (that's it) I'm like cool, I can do that boo What you want some shoes? Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue? She gets to smilin' she ain't used to this, 'cause she ain't use to shit I'm just laughin', could've been a pimp the way I move my lips I be speedin' could've been a driver the way I push the whip (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, coulda been a bitch, the way you throw a fit (bitch-ass) But fuck that, right back to the script 'cause this a major lick He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his wrist Now its like six, told her hit his phone, meet her in the Wic' But he ain't go, but he ain't that slow, say meet 'em at the store (that's cool) I'm like cool, let 'em front his move, do what he gon' do (I got 'em) 'Cause this the plot, put 'em in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my Glock, it been through a lot, but it still shoot like new (boom, boom) We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that just how it go But check the score, if y'all lose one more, that's six to twenty-four (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can't be zonin' out, he pullin' up now He double park, he ain't gettin' out, he in that push to start (there he go right there) That new Porsche it's built like a horse, colors like the 'fo He got a ring, I guess he ain't divorce, wife probably a whore Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuffin' her butt Now I sneak up crouchin' like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on Michael Myers I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' beat her ass But this what happen, I got to the door, I thought I was cappin' I was lackin' 'cause there go the opps, yellin' out, "What's crackin'?" I'm like, "What?" I'm like, "Nigga, who? I was born to shoot" I got aim, I'm like Jonny Dang, when it comes to chains So I rise, hit one in his arm, hit one in his thigh, this no lie Bitch it's do or die, you said you gon' slide You got some nerve, your shit on the curb, boy we put in work From 64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

OverviewLyricsVideosListen Like my bitches black and white they be lookin like dominos If you looking for a fight well im sorry i gotta go But my shooters got a bow and a arrow like navajo Just a busy motha fucka I’m chasing my pot of gold Like yuh Shorty got a man i don’t care So What I just made a band watch the cash Go up Shoot at yo head bitch im aiming like halo Fuck on yo bitch while i count up these pesos Yuh Shorty got a man i don’t care So What I just made a band watch the cash Go up Pull up in a van and the fans Go nuts Shorty got a man I don’t care So what If i ever wife a bitch then you know that she not a hoe And when shorty gas me up it be feeling like texaco If you looking at my wrist it be colder than eskimo When im running from the feds you can catch me in Mexico Ay Blood sweat and tears Got shooters like paul revere Better than yo favorite rapper and did it all in a year No I’m not a an alcoholic i just drink a lot of beer All these bitches want my wallet but I might as well be queer So what? Flow nuts Got designer on my clothes from my toes up Got a hundred million hoes that’ll Show up But their heart is not my home and they don’t wanna give me dome then whats the point of all these hoes So what My homie said he rich Ay bitch me too Showin titties up on twitch Big bag new shoes Give my fist a little kiss My bag don’t, dont move Imma fuck all on that bitch Hashtag me too Ay ay hashtag me too Yuh Shorty got a man i don’t care So What I just made a band watch the cash Go up I do what i want tell me who gonna stop me Im getting rich counting checks like its hockey Yuh Shorty got a man i don’t care So What I just made a band watch the cash Go up Pull up in a van and the fans Go nuts Shorty got a man I don’t care So what Ay Catch me corner on like im suckin dick Im not tho Im just selling white like a rublican In costco I just fucked a mexican i did it in a Pancho Every line is cheesy like a muh fuckin Nacho Hold the chips If you want an autograph gone have to suck my dick Nutted on her lips and you gone give that bitch a kiss Both of y’all are ugly I can’t wait to see the kids Bad bitches in the honda Presidential money bitch im feeling like Obama Looking for a honey who aint only after commas If he acting funny gone be more than just some drama Pull up with a stick and leave a stitch like Ohana

Oof Genie grant a wish I'm getting rich (huh?) 'Member when I said I hit a lick (huh?) I don't really wanna fuck the bitch (what?) Willy went and made another hit Okay like Prada on my mothafuckin kid (huh?) Louis on my mothafuckin hip (huh?) Curry how I dunk no swish (hey) Fuck it gonna fuck that bitch (hey) If you ain't gone fuck with me you a dumb fuck (uh) Pull up and hit the boy feel like one punch (uh) Look at my bank and I'm getting dumb rich (uh) And I'm gonna count it up till a hundred (uh) I'm just tryna get it Like this like that Ayy Willy tell me how you get a bitch like that Ayy Listen to yo music man this ain't that Ayy Willy tell me how you get yo wrist like that My pockets fat Got money stacks I'm posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey, hey) I'm coming up She down to fuck He wanna be like me I tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey) My pockets fat Got money stacks I'm posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey, hey) I'm coming up She down to fuck He wanna be like me I tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey) Round one like Ike I fight (mm-hm) In the kitchen I'm whippin' like Betty White (mm-hm) Bad bitch on my list like Light (mm-hm) I been killin' the business feel like I'm Dwight (mm-hm) Big bones 'cause ya boy still breast feed (hey) Bad bitch wanna be my bestie (ouh) New ice my wrist like jet ski (wet) Talk shit get hit don't test me (hey) Runnin' and runnin' and don't ever stop got a mac in the back and we let that shit pop (hey) Ayy, pull up and skrrt out the lot See I don't got no time but my wrist got a watch Hunnid on hunnid get stuffed in a sock and I don't chase a bitch only after the guap Ay wrist and my drink on the rocks See I Can't fuck that bitch if her dad is a cop Bummin' and bummin' these kids wanna be me 'cause everything from me go straight to the top (hey) Ay made a few bands off a single and end of the day you can't piss in a pot (Bitch you broke) Started getting famous now I'm feeling like the pope Spending time in Vegas 'boutta make a lot of dough Quick scope no scope you hoes on ghost Deep throat my load my hoe don't choke Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda (yah, hey) Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda (ha? What?) Sorry don't know what to tell ya Sorry don't know what to tell ya (ha, hey) Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda Bitch I'm a legend like Zelda My pockets fat Got money stacks I'm posted in the back and got a hunnid racks, (hey, hey) a hunnid racks (hey, hey) I'm coming up She down to fuck He wanna be like me I tell him run it up, (hey) run it up (hey)

It's your last chance, to fall in love with me It's your romance, oh darling, can't you see? It's your last chance to go steady with me now Ay, ay Sorry, baby, but I'm married to the money And I feeling like I'm Pooh Bear how I'm chasing all these honeys Wouldn't even hold her down if she looked like a Playboy bunny Doin' donuts in the whip, we going stupid, going dummy Tryna make me a milli' so I can fuck it up, aye I don't care 'bout yo' feelings, bitch, you could suck it up (ooh) Said, "You funny, you silly, think I'ma call you up" (huh?) Said she really want Willy, want him to fall in love She said "It's your last chance, to fall in love with me It's your romance, oh darling can't you see? It's your last chance, to go steady with me now" Ay, ay Now what if the chick got cooties? (Ew) But what if she a snack, I ain't talking 'bout Scooby (ooh) Shorty want the D stretched long like luffy I'll just eat at Hooters if I'm tryna see some boobies (Goddamn) Ay, does she want money or to love me? Everything with this a mystery I'll have to make choice, and after that its gon' be history And time is running out, I'm getting pressed, like are you kidding me? But if we fall in love, she'll probably wanna blow a kiss to me It's your last chance You said you loved me, darling There's no romance, and now your side chick's calling Your last chance to go steady with me now I've waited a long, a long, long time I've prayed each day and night Oh-oh-oh, I loved with all my heart and mind But you just won't keep me right, oh no Alright, alright I think I made a choice I play her like a toy, then I leave her for the boys 'Cause these bitches catching STDs like it's the NFL I said, "It can't be me, I gotta wish them well" And then I'm out She in it for the clout Tryna get inside my lane, I had to take a different route I made the bitch my ex, and now she wanna pout And then I get a text, and guess what it's about? She said "It's your last chance, to fall in love with me It's your romance, oh darling can't you see? It's your last chance, to go steady with me now"

My wife has took the kids I cannot live like this Karen take me back I don't know what I did Forgot to pay all the child support, Now the police are coming to knock on my door Beat on my kids and I show no remorse Fuck that bitch Karen I'll take her to court If you keep on staring, I'm getting the belt These alcoholic parents, does that ring a bell I didn't hit her, the bitch must've fell The police don't believe me I'm goin' to jail My wife has took the kids I cannot live like this Karen take me back I don't know what I did Karen is gone, now I'm feelin' pissed Did not take the kids to their soccer practice Sold our wedding ring to put ice on my wrist, And now that bitch is dead to me she will be missed Took our kids to class, she was fuckin' the teacher And she blocked my number, I can't even reach her I went to the soccer game so I could see her But she wasn't there so I sat in the bleachers I might be gay, I hate this chick Lyin' that's the Jameson If I never had them kids, I could've fucked a famous bitch Now my days just ain't no fun, thought she was my number one End my life and now it's done, had to do it all because My wife has took the kids I cannot live like this Karen take me back I don't know what I did I don't know what I did

OverviewLyricsListen Captain save a hoe Hes captain save a hoe It ain't a bird it aint a plane oh no Its captain save a hoe Ay Captain save a hoe Yuh He's captain save a hoe He came to save the day you know It's captain save a hoe Cape around my waist I got A mask around my face And I'm just tryna get me laid So get the fuck up out my way Strike my pose like superman Fuck these hoes and do my dance I was flying through japan Im here to save yo stupid ass Ice on my wrist got me feeling like frozone Take a bitch from the bone zone to the o zone If you don't know then now you know that I'm captain save a hoe I just want some like im master roshi Fuck she a savage lowkey Tried to get with all my homies Now she act like she don't know me Shorty so thicc ms. Incredible Look at her hips when she move she be flexable I'm tryna fuck, if its consensual My purple pickle hope she eat her vegetables Superbad bitch make me feel like im Stanlee Fuckin shit up like we billy and mandy Sorry I'm new to this shit like im bambi I'm boutta bust here eat plan b Send a new DM like every hour Got me picking pedals off of flowers Might just have to steal one like im bowser Getting curved my only super power Tryna get some brain ooh whats your major Told her just the tip like im a waiter Save the earth recycle all your paper I about to Pipe me Mother Nature

Breakfast starts at seven They told me count my blessings I think I love this bitch 'cause her pussy feels like Heaven I couldn't even fake it, forever tryna make it I'm runnin' through the 6 with my woes and we naked She came to the reunion Like "Where the hell have you been?" I take her to my crib and ate her pussy like communion Commit tax fraud like fuck it IRS I'ma duck it Got my hand up her ass and its lookin' like a Muppet So I count up my guap and it don't ever stop When I'm droppin' the top she get wet like a mop My last song was a flop but she still gonna drop She gon' climb up on top but her pops is an op And I pray and I pray that I won't get caught Her dad gon' tie my neck in a knot And there ain't no way I'ma skrrt out the lot With a cup full of whiskey and a bag full of pot Breakfast starts at seven They told me count my blessings I think I love this bitch cause her pussy feels like Heaven I couldn't even fake it, forever tryna make it I'm runnin' through the 6 with my woes and we naked Breakfast starts at seven They told me count my blessings I think I love this bitch cause her pussy feels like Heaven I couldn't even fake it, forever tryna make it I'm runnin' through the 6 with my woes and we naked Ayy like, oh my God, get out the way Before she get to give me top, she say her grace And when she done she do her job and feed me grapes I'm chillin' with the Saint Laurent and gettin' paid (ayy, ayy, ayy) Fuck wine turn water into Hennessy Money longer than a motherfuckin' centipede No truce unless you a friend of me Make Zeus rain down on my enemies I'm prayin' at the party while I'm sippin' on Bacardi Got a pussy bald like Gandhi tell That bitch to get up off me cause its Fuck a hoe can't marry those Where'd the Virgin Mary go Round and round the merry go God gave me his stereo And I'm up on his playlist We up here gettin' faded I'm here, don't shed a tear, just tell my momma that I made it Fuck a ho, fuck a ho, fuck a ho (bitch) Fuck a ho, fuck a ho, fuck a ho (yeah) Fuck a ho, fuck a ho, fuck a ho

Ayy, where your bitch at? Ayy, Shorty hit my line, like where the dick at? There's a price on my head, come and get that 100K in a month, bitch, I did that Yeah, I did that And what would you do? I've been around, there ain't nothing that I'm new to I put a blade in your neck like it's voodoo And then I hide the fuckin' body like it's Blue's Clues Like it's Blue's Clues Ayy, I call your bitch up on my flip phone Where the fuck you been, ho? Sittin' and watchin' and plottin' Climbing through her window First I break her heart, then her back, like it's limbo She just wanna fuck, she a nympho, a nympho Spend all my checks on the ice like I'm Gretzky Your bitch gon' get wet for me like a jet ski My bro gon' cut your ass up if you test me Uh, go bestie, uh, go bestie Ayy, where your bitch at? Ayy, Shorty hit my line, like where the dick at? There's a price on my head, come and get that 100K in a month, bitch, I did that Yeah, I did that And what would you do? I've been around, there ain't nothing that I'm new to I put a blade in your neck like it's voodoo And then I hide the fuckin' body like it's Blue's Clues Like it's Blue's Clues Ayy, ayy, if Shorty kinda bad, I'll pop a cherry in this hoe Drag your body across the map, I'm gettin' scary in this hoe Anybody talking trash is getting buried in this hole You a pussy, you a rat, Tom and Jerry in this ho, ayy Big nose, do a lot of coke and got a couple hoes The Draco got a drum man, now watch me let it go These pesos in a duffel bag like I'm from Mexico My wrist froze, got a lot of ice, now watch me let it snow Ayy, where yo' bitch at? Ayy, Shorty hit my line, like where the dick at? There's a price on my head, come and get that 100K in a month, bitch, I did that Yeah, I did that And what would you do? I've been around, there ain't nothing that I'm new to I put a blade in your neck like it's voodoo And then I hide the fuckin' body like it's Blue's Clues Like it's Blue's Clues

ANH, what the fuck? I don't know I swear to God, I do not know I don't fucking know (I don't know) But fuck it here we go Ayy, pull up chugga, chugga I be steamin' like a train Walk around, drip down, everybody know my name You a lame (you a lame) Penny for your thot and keep the change Ayy, get up out my lane, get up, get up out my lane Ayy, ayy, I only fuck her for her rack She only fuck me for the racks And if she wanna be my bitch she's gonna have to throw it back Like woah, do you know my ho, you say you do but you don't She talking shit but you won't, got VVS' that I flaunt And do you got a bag? (Yes sir, yes sir) And are your bitches bad? (Yes sir, yes sir) And I'm in that pussycat (like purr, like purr) And then I pull up in that Jag (like skrr, like skrr) Ayy, pull up chugga, chugga I be steamin' like a train Walk around, drip down, everybody know my name You a lame (you a lame) Penny for your thot and keep the change Ayy, get up out my lane, get up, get up out my lane I'm lookin' bitch ho, why the fuck she smell like cologne? I'm with a big ho, beat it like Sylvester Stallone I got a big bag, coming in from Kangaroo Jack I'm chillin' with the whites, but all my bitches black So get the fuck out my lane 'cause I be swervin' the whip I swear to God I was broke but now I'm finna get rich I'd rather do it alone, you bitches corny as shit And anybody hating on me getting kissed on the lips (mwah)

He rocks in the tree tops all day long Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song All the little birdies on Jaybird Street Love to hear the robin go (gunshot x3) I tell em put it on my tab (Ah woah) 'Cause the IRS is coming for my ass (Ah woah) Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax (Ah woah) So much money call me Mr. money bags Mr-Mr. Money Baby I'mma ball, til I fall Steady goin' off, of the wall Does anybody know, who to call Ay, let em know The bank don’t stop It don't stop, said gimmie gimmie Gimme gimme more, gimme more, I'm obsessed, uh Money on the floor, in my drawer, in my chest, uh I don’t do my chores, anymore, I'm a mess, uh Gimme gimme more, gimme more You get less I watch it come in abundance They see me stuntin' and love it Green in my hand, like a Muppet Don’t give a fuck 'bout a budget Now my dash at a hundred Got Hand full of pesos All this fuckin' cash like I married Jeff Bezos Now look at me, I be hotter than a hundred degrees Now look at me, like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh They said, that money doesn’t grow on trees, yuh They said, the best things in life are free I tell em put it on my tab, (Ah woah) 'Cause the IRS is coming for my ass, (Ah woah) Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax, (Ah woah) So much money call me Mr. money bags Mr-Mr. Money Baby I'mma ball, til I fall Steady goin' off, of the wall Does anybody know, who to call Ay, let em know The bank don’t stop It don't stop, said gimmie gimmie Dumb mofucka' gettin' money, feel like Forrest Gump 4 whores in my 4 door, when I'm showin' up "Oh my God" said my payroll got your papa Ghost in the garage, while my Phantom's at the opera Now look at me, I be hotter than a hundred degrees Now look at me, like a dryer got the heat in my genes, uh They said, that money doesn’t grow on trees, yuh They said, the best things in life are free I tell em put it on my tab (Ah woah) 'Cause the IRS is coming for my ass, (Ah woah) Fuck them bitches, man I'm never payin' tax (Ah woah) So much money call me Mr. money bags Mr-Mr. Money Baby I'mma ball, til I fall Steady goin' off, of the wall Does anybody know, who to call Ay, let em know The bank don’t stop It don't stop, said gimmie gimmie

You already fuckin' know bitch, ayy! Got all this paper, I don't go to class Shorty look good with that double-stuffed ass Shoe made of gator, so I'll see you later Ya' boy made the fader, all yo' shit is trash, uh She only a five in her face So her head get a bag and my time don't get waste, uh Give me a time and a place And I'm pulling up fast 'cause my tongue like the taste Ooh, how do you do that? Keep my shit wavy, like Durags Make me your ex-man, like Hugh Jack' I can't be your boo, I'm a douchebag Got so much drip, you kids might need a hoodie Said I'm out here buzzin', but I got a woody I been in the field, but I feel like a rookiе And I eat that pussy like milk's favorite cookiе I fucked these bitches and fucking all these hoes Eating pussy like it's Oreos You already know I, you already know, I, I, I I fucked these bitches and fucking all these hoes Eating pussy like it's Oreos You already know I, you already know I (ayy) You already know, ayy Pull up in a robe, ayy Pink as shit, I steal his bitch She ride me, rodeo, ayy Water how I flow, ayy Coke all in my nose, ayy Stack it quick, I'm getting rich You see me do-si-do, ayy Bitch, what do you mean I can't see a titty? And I'm whipping out my peen in the middle of the city And I'm rocking Nike, but the fit is looking shitty I can't hit that bitch 'cause I just been so busy She grab on my dick and say, "This little piggy" While out in public they say, "You Shotgun Willy" Just call me the kid, got a tattoo of Billy I want my nuts kissed from a bitch hot as chili, huh? You already know though Why all these motherfuckers want a photo? Kiss my homies on the mouth, I'm a homo Pulling up, iced out, feel like Frozone I been bagging all these bitches, like I'm Frodo Catch me whippin' out my dick like a yo-yo And her man is a bum, he a hobo Matrix in the whip going slow-mo, woah yo', oh no I fucked these bitches and fucking all these hoes Eating pussy like it's Oreos You already know I, you already know, I, I, I I fucked these bitches and fucking all these hoes Eating pussy like it's Oreos You already know I, you already know I

I'm making a brick, I got me a chick, she drivin' me crazy And now that I'm rich and now I'm the shit, she wanna have babies I ain't gonna lie, I won't even try, I'm whippin' Mercedes Or fuck it a Bentley, I'm with my ho, Wendy, yeah, that is my lady Ayy, you all out of luck, I'm spitting my game, I think yo bitch want me Yeah, come over to fuck and we run a train like we playing zombies Ayy, she thinks I'm the best, I'ma flex on my ex And these hoes lemme fuck 'cause I'm coming up next I got coin in my chest, I finesse her for neck And I count up a check, and a check, and a check Cash go fast Spend it on Wendy 'cause she throw it back, huh I'm first, ayy, you last I do the dash and I feel like The Flash I got me a brand new bag Bitch I ain't bluffing I stuff it with racks Ayy, I make a wish like cancer kids To get your bitch to kiss my dick (ayy) I'm making a brick, I got me a chick, she drivin' me crazy And now that I'm rich and now I'm the shit, she wanna have babies I ain't gonna lie, I won't even try, I'm whippin' Mercedes Or fuck it a Bentley, I'm with my ho, Wendy, yeah, that is my lady I'm making a brick, I got me a chick, she drivin' me crazy And now that I'm rich and now I'm the shit, she wanna have babies I ain't gonna lie, I won't even try, I'm whippin' Mercedes Or fuck it a Bentley, I'm with my ho, Wendy, yeah, that is my lady There ain't nobody that is better than me You can look if you need but there's nothing to see If I want, I'ma cheat, I got hoes on their knees And I fuck 'em for free while I count up these G's And if she not a ho, she gon' count up my dough She gon' grab on my dick like she rowing a boat And my chick centerfold but the bitch getting old So I kick it with Wendy and she get the gold Ooh, I smashed I'm 'boutta turn Wendy into a mama I got her a brand new Jag' I hit the gas and you can't see the bottom These bitches they used to lag Now I fuck hoes and I don't got a condom My shirt got a brand new tag 'Cause now every check that I get got a comma (hey, yeah) I'm making a brick, I got me a chick, she drivin' me crazy And now that I'm rich and now I'm the shit, she wanna have babies I ain't gonna lie, I won't even try, I'm whippin' Mercedes Or fuck it a Bentley, I'm with my ho, Wendy, yeah, that is my lady