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1.
Grand Slam 02:06
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[Verse 1] By now your questions Just sound fucking silly They all been answered many times So why you fucking with me While you was running round all willy nilly I was walking down a milly They thought they was acting out But they was acting stupid really It’s hard for me to empathize When you just full of lies I don’t really care how much you fail Long as you always try On top even when I’m sober Bitch I’m always high It's my world and as such Everything is always mine I never falter to the weak and feeble I flourished through times That seem completely bleak and evil I never put full faith in people Baby just a pinch Cause some of them try and take your feet You give them just an inch [Chorus] Knock it out the park On the mark It’s a grand slam Good at what I do but Baby I’m a bad man Knock it out the park On the mark It’s a grand slam Good at what I do but Baby I’m a bad [Verse 2] The only time I burn out Is when smoking in my backyard And Blonko big pimping cause All his beats gon' slap hard I got no limit I’m like Master P or black cards And all my women bad man They’ll have you busting half hard I keep these bitches on they toes Touching them and twerkin' They team Double R Cause they got tired of these earthlings They popping pillies but Really they just call it percin' Look I don’t make a move Until I know that shit is certain It’s closed curtains if I’m on my way to get it You see them two r's back to back You know I did it I cut your long story short Babe I had to cliff it Cause if it ain’t the business We ain’t got no business kicking it [Chorus] Knock it out the park On the mark It’s a grand slam Good at what I do but Baby I’m a bad man Knock it out the park On the mark It’s a grand slam Good at what I do but Baby I’m a bad man
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Plug 02:07
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[Verse 1] It’s become a struggle To remain humble I got bitches calling me daddy And these rappers calling uncle Some people down below you Try to act like they above you And knowing that you celibate They still gon' try and fuck you So when you busting Make sure that you aim for faces I like them better when they milky white I’m a racist Any talk of complacence Sound like a foreign language I ain’t bout to settle Fuck a pilgrim and a plaintiff I’m slaying with the same two hands That I be praying with I told you Ima ball But not the kind that you be playing with I’m a beast Just like the one that Beauty was laying with I created it baby That’s how I know I been made it [Chorus] I done grew a pound Really I’m the plug mane I ain’t giving up shit But some love mane I done grew a pound Really I’m the plug mane I ain’t giving up shit But some love [Verse 2] I been down this road before It ain’t just deja-vu Ima take your old thing and make her new I ain’t crippin' All the moves I make ain’t just out the blue They been set in stone like Excalibur Or after smoking just like you I pointed out all the mistakes you could make I was hoping you’d realize What kind of risk you was taking Some people ignore the chances And start dancing with Satan Then when he step on they toes Them stupid fucks start complaining I feel no sympathies For those who don’t listen You deserve all of the friction If you don’t pay attention Why’d you even get it started You don’t know how to end it Ima hit a lick then dip inside the crowd And blend in [Chorus] I done grew a pound Really I’m the plug mane I ain’t giving up shit But some love mane I done grew a pound Really I’m the plug mane I ain’t giving up shit But some love mane I done grew a pound I ain’t giving up shit Really I’m the plug mane I ain’t giving up shit But some love mane
3.
Company 02:04
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[Verse 1] Call me everything you like Except for ordinary Look I’m so deadass with the flow My home’s the mortuary Bitch I don’t have a discography It's a cemetary No necro but I got a fetish For what’s dead and buried I’m killing shit With no remorse or second guesses It ain’t enough numbers on earth For me to count my blessings How could you know me When you only ever seen my edges The grass is greener But it took some time to clear the hedges I’m just doing me profusely I don’t turn a new leaf I just grow a new tree I get these lame brains Out the game like two T's I ain’t never going broke As long as all my hoes got two knees [Chorus] I don’t like to chase shit down Let it come to me I’m cool on my own I don’t have a need for company I don’t like to chase shit down Let it come to me I’m cool on my own I don’t have a need for [Verse 2] I don’t take shit for granted Babe I just take it It ain’t no telling What tools you may need to use to make it I got my chisel out I’m carving something in the matrix And even if I make a mistake That shit is blatant Do not bother me with frivolous endeavors I bust a move on you If you thought you was being clever This bitch tell me she doing her best Well do it better Cause when it come to dough I'm stacking digits and letters Like ETF IRA Got some bands off the yield from this HYSA See that’s my circle of life I keep the papes in rotation And I stay behind these bars Them fucks is just on probation [Chorus] I don’t like to chase shit down Let it come to me I’m cool on my own I don’t have a need for company I don’t like to chase shit down Let it come to me I’m cool on my own I don’t have a need for company
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Buck Shit 02:13
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[Verse 1] I ain’t trying to take my time Fuck patience I'm killing off my kindness I’m no longer so gracious It’s way too many rappers That say they just trying to make it But they don’t even know what the it is That they been making Fuckers is delusional That’s become the usual Some people want to heat shit up When they was just cool with you I took a couple wrong turns The purpose was confusing you You should stop basing current times Off what I used to do Boy them good old days long gone I got these bitches showing ass Like the thong song Now do not play close to my yard This the wrong lawn Look even when I’m going off I got it going on I’m Don Juan bitch My middle name say so I got this Spanish hoe Up on my peter like a Pedro And me and her gonna bust a move Just like the Flamenco She dance across tracks Like a rapper for that bankroll [Chorus] I don’t have time for the fuck shit I keep a fully loaded clip Ready to buck shit I don’t have time for the fuck shit I keep a fully loaded clip Ready to buck shit [Verse 2] I been working wonders Like Stevie and Wayne Ain’t no letting go Once my inner vision’s in frame Ima snap And I don’t see no reason for shame And let your pride go Unless you’re cool with being the same I like my women different And I know how to give them all drive Cause I’m the engine Know I’m going for that scratch Like a nigga itching Give me Benjamins And all other forms of funds Baby let’s get it I’m in perfect tune and turned up And I won’t stop inhaling until that Whole bowl is burned up We took the same classes But you didn’t learn much That's why I got the juice And you still trying to stir it up Baby I got every flavor that you desire Not only am I the dopest nigga I’m the supplier It’s two things I’ll never be Broke or a bad liar I’m the one they looking up to And they admire [Chorus] I don’t have time for the fuck shit I keep a fully loaded clip Ready to buck shit I don’t have time for the fuck shit I keep a fully loaded clip Ready to buck shit
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Pick Me Up 02:09
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[Verse 1] She said she don’t believe in magic Taught that hoe how to fly She shitting on these other bitches Like they do in Dubai I got some hot Vegas women But they heat is too dry And all of them begging for me Cause I’m a cool guy I’m situated at the top of the summit I got bounce So I’m coming right back up if I plummet I ain’t trying to get up in her I just want something from her I control the tempo in this hoe Cause I am the drummer Follow my cadence I will lead you to greatness The line's thin between a heart Full of love and of hatred It’s all a game No matter what game system you play with Some niggas is into switching But I’m right here stationed [Chorus] One gram bowl Fuck a blunt That’ll get me up Drop a little kief on top For the pick me up One gram bowl Fuck a blunt That’ll get me up Drop a little kief on top For the pick me [Verse 2] I don’t like no innocent women I take them guilty bro The clean ones is boring so Ima need a filthy hoe I put wheels on the dough I show you how a milly roll Like an avalanche Cause it’s always gon' end up with mo' Keys to wealth Once you build the money let it build itself You gotta have some discipline Don’t make me take off my belt These pussies don’t know shit They just read reviews on Yelp The ones who talk about me Then turn around and ask for help I ain’t got shit for 'em But hard dick and Tic Tacs And before I serve 'em I make sure that both is gift wrapped They try so hard to be that dude But check me out I been that I’m hella high You see me coming down then brace for impact [Chorus] One gram bowl Fuck a blunt That’ll get me up Drop a little kief on top For the pick me up One gram bowl Fuck a blunt That’ll get me up Drop a little kief on top For the pick me up
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Bad To The Bone 02:13
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[Verse 1] I know you know better And right now you playing stupid I ain’t gon' re-explain it bitch I’m not them other losers They put you on a pedestal I put you in a juicer I bet you she gonna give me my change Like I’m a hooper Just like a roofer I’m on top of this shit Everything I put a hand on Get demolished and ripped I know life gon' try to fuck me So I cut off its dick I got the sauce give me your face And I’ll put some on your lip I promised myself I wouldn’t slow up for no one Got tired of copping tree So I decided to grow one I don’t fuck with you assholes But I might fuck on one And I won’t marry these bitches But I’ll damn sure hoe some Life is awesome man I’m so full of awe I call baby girl the squirrel Cause what she hold in her jaw I moved all my weed To the grow bag from the jar And like my bottom hoe It keep it all so wet and so soft [Chorus] I’m bad to the bone baby I ain’t one to play with You know it’s going down And I ain’t even got to say it I’m bad to the bone baby I ain’t one to play with You know it’s going down And I ain’t even got to [Verse 2] It ain’t never been for play This shit is serious She tell me she ain’t really gay That she just curious My passion’s not only heated Baby it’s furious Coming to me without my money Is just delirious I got these hoes programmed And I’m the coder Bitch I be on my grizzly But I’m colder than polar She told me let thy will be done Now she a roller I’m breaking down this cola And I let her do the coca And I know she dig me Cause she showed me the shovel I keep a star next to me Like that ring in the bubble Plus I got all the flow If I spit Ima flood you If you acting like a pussy Then you know Ima fuck you I hope you got your holes lubed and ready And though I’m her guiding light baby My mood is heavy I smoke a beat and body it But the high is heady Tear these fuckers up to shreds And turn them all to confetti [Chorus] I’m bad to the bone baby I ain’t one to play with You know it’s going down And I ain’t even got to say it I’m bad to the bone baby I ain’t one to play with You know it’s going down And I ain’t even got to say it
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Wrapped 02:04
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[Verse 1] I’m feeling heavy I don’t go light at all I’m well rounded I keep it rolling when others stall See I done worked my way up To a run from a crawl All it took was confidence And a little bit of gall I ain’t really got no reason to be tripping I be straight I got this shit bubble-wrapped Ima get it popping mane Now you gon' give me my cut Or I’ll have to operate My tolerance is high But that weak shit I will not tolerate Just give me a minute I will have it all in hand Jazz rock and rubber baby I got all the bands Some tried to go against me But I fucked up all they plans It’s the same old song But I’m doing a different dance [Chorus] I don’t need a whole lot Maybe just a little bit Wrapped around my finger Baby trust me cause I got this I don’t need a whole lot Maybe just a little bit Wrapped around my finger Trust me baby cause I [Verse 2] From the south side nigga Ten minutes off the strip I’m cold as a motherfucker And like a nose I got drip She don’t ever run her mouth But she always give me lip Now whoever want the smoke Just come to me cause I got piff One hit will put you In another dimension See the fire I burn is hellish But the high is so Christian Bet you feel closer to God And like all is forgiven I’m so locked in with these bars It’s my own private prison So get inside for I shut the gate I be making moves Even when it’s looking like I been stuck in place Mind on a billy I been bumping Jay Baby if I ain’t getting through I find another way [Chorus] I don’t need a whole lot Maybe just a little bit Wrapped around my finger Baby trust me cause I got this I don’t need a whole lot Maybe just a little bit Wrapped around my finger Trust me baby cause I got this
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Big Bank 02:00
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[Verse 1] HIV baby I’m a sick fuck I never bitched up I just went and cliqued up I’m a straight shooter Ain’t no room for mix ups I don’t give a fuck That mean I want my dick sucked How you think I got these bands I’m a bandit I break a bitch to get my cut She need castin' And a bandage I get mean But nothing I do is average I got more bandwidth I’m high speed They just high on speed That hoe never had a wing She just fly on me And never will I let a leech Get by on me If I’m the reason for they breathin’ Then they’ll die on me [Chorus] Big bank rolls on me Bad skank hoes on me Big bank rolls on me Bad skank hoes on me [Verse 2] These punks is fucking themselves They all jackoffs I see them twenty twenty Like I’m off the mad dog You got to make up your mind Don’t be a rag-doll Ima canine I be barking Fuck a cat call I ain’t got no pussy in me Just some pussy on me And though I’m getting high as fuck I still keep it low key Bay I’m serious business And they all jokey-jokey I put my foot up in they ass Like the hokey-pokey And I stay with some fire That’s why you hear the sirens I be on my Zyzz shit I see these fuckers mirin' Ain’t nothing stopping up this money Ima let it pile in Never will I wave the white flag Or throw the towel in [Chorus] Big bank rolls on me Bad skank hoes on me Big bank rolls on me Bad skank hoes on me Big bank rolls on me Bad skank hoes on me Big bank rolls on me Bad skank hoes on me
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Know Your Role 02:27
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[Verse 1] Tell a friend to tell a friend Brokies I won’t let them in Puffing on my medicine Serving like a veteran Balling out up in this bitch I'm gon' get a letterman I used to go out and Mix my liquor with amphetamine Popping addy call me daddy If she breaded she a baddy I know that her name is Karen But for now I call her Cashley That money spreading vastly I mean it spread like ass cheeks She a Jersey girl but that just mean She into athletes I’m on some stupid shit Say that they want it Don’t know what to do with it I took it back now I’m moving it Just made a few little improvements Now I go straight through the roof with it She wanna fo' do' But baby I’m coupe-ing it I got it right now I’m looping it I took the garbage and then made it lucrative [Chorus] Know your role And how to play it That’s the lane you need to stay in Know your role And how to play it That’s the lane you need to stay in Know your role And how to play it That’s the lane you need to stay in Know your role And how to play it That’s the lane you need to [Verse 2] Crazy motherfucker yet I still got my head on straight Troublesome like Makaveli Baby I seen better days I ain’t tripping on you though I’ll leave that to Ella Mae My little bitch gon' hand me paper She be like a teller mane Bet you she ain’t snitching though I cook with no kitchen hoe And the way the green is spreading It look like it’s lichen bro I don’t know how to relax You know what I’m itching for Be sure that we squared away Far before you hit my phone I got requirements that you must heed to You snooping around like the beagle And I am a pit off the leash fool Put a hole in you that make you see through I’m shitting on niggas I’m fecal And I turn your life to a TIFU I’m saying it ain’t hard to reach you Better be cool [Chorus] Know your role And how to play it That’s the lane you need to stay in Know your role And how to play it That’s the lane you need to stay in Know your role And how to play it That’s the lane you need to stay in Know your role And how to play it That’s the lane you need to stay in
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SOB 01:55
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[Verse 1] I put that shit on God Babe my shit is hard Morbidly obese That mean I’m living large I park whores like cars They all in my garage I give them no breaks And they never starve I was chilling in the sticks of Sip Sometimes it’s the small things That I never forget Sometimes it’s the large things That be hard to remember Plus I’m lighting up this fire And they die in the embers Baby I’m that niggy Unequivocally That fucker tried but Even cancer couldn't kill me I shove it down your throat I will not spoon feed the real me I’m playing like I’m trump tight No matter what they deal me [Chorus] You ain’t never had nothing like this Go on ask my mama I’m a cold son bitch You ain’t never had nothing like this Go on ask my mama I’m a cold son [Verse 2] Shit is real now Before I was dreaming it First they was saying my name And now they screaming it I thought them niggas was hard Why ain’t they bringing it Meanwhile I’m fucking shit up My ding-a-ling in it Really what you got to bitch about Hit a route Do not take no shit from nobody Baby just give it out I got some nasty in my mouth I’m bout to spit it out Little nigga you can keep your bitch But Ima pimp out I don’t know when to quit Don’t even know what that is If I said I’m coming in Then get ready for jizz Everybody know my name That’s why you hearing the cheers Bitches give me hard licks And you can’t get a beer [Chorus] You ain’t never had nothing like this Go on ask my mama I’m a cold son bitch You ain’t never had nothing like this Go on ask my mama I’m a cold son bitch

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