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1. |
Come With
01:56
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[Chorus]
If I'm saying I'ma do it then it's done with
I tell that bitch to read a book
I got no time for dumb shit
I body you and then
I walk down everyone you run with
But if you on some killer shit
Then baby you can come with
[Verse 1]
I am not your savior
Find them at the tabernacle
My rap's tight but I leave you completely unravelled
You got the skill
But the talent's only half the battle
The other half is
Getting the right ones looking at you
I need all eyes on me
I'm Machiavellian
Some of them hoes tried to rock the boat
But I steadied it
Tyson Fury in this bitch
Baby I make heavy hits
And all my hoes break
Like them New Orleans levies did
I do not have the time for gibberish
Or balderdash
I'm smoking on this hash
Chipping away at the past
I ain't whipping right now
I'm chill with a foot on the dash
She be driving you crazy
She be driving me fast
[Chorus]
If I'm saying I'ma do it then it's done with
I tell that bitch to read a book
I got no time for dumb shit
I body you and then
I walk down everyone you run with
But if you on some killer shit
Then baby you can come with
[Verse 2]
The top is not enough for me
I gotta go higher
I will never stop or drop
I just roll when I'm on fire
Take a look at me
I'm rolling like your clothes in the dryer
Hop off in my roll
And you can fulfill all your desires
I ain't selling dreams
I'm just making them come true
You already gonna believe conclusions
You want to come to
I'ma ball
But it ain't no hoops that I'm gonna jump through
Solo I'm kicking ass
But it might feel like I jumped you
I ain't never been down
Bitch I'm silly up
I done got so ripped
They don't just feel me now they feel me up
Big nigga with a big cup
You worrying about who the bitch fuck
While you countin' that small dough
We be going for the big bucks
[Chorus]
If I'm saying I'ma do it then it's done with
I tell that bitch to read a book
I got no time for dumb shit
I body you and then
I walk down everyone you run with
But if you on some killer shit
Then baby you can come with
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2. |
Drop It
02:16
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[Verse 1]
It's a wrap and I ain't even bust a rhyme yet
I'm bout to crash like a blind man flying a jet
Most of you bitches put me to sleep
The ones that keep it real with me
For the most part is P2P
Player to player I'ma put you on game
If you ain't cooking then you shouldn't get too close to my flame
Yea they try to whip it like me
But it just ain't the same
Something bout my shit hit different
And my flavor's they fave
I put my foot off in that fuck like a shoe
And once you get a whiff
You bout to fiend for my stew
Lil' baby I'm shitting money
It's just green in my stew
And though you look like an angel I see demon in you
And trust me hell ain't that bad once you get used to it
I take the fruits of my labor and then start juicing it
Baby what good is all that ass if you ain't moving it
Go on drop it down and show a nigga what you do with it
[Chorus]
Go on drop it down and show a nigga what you do with it
Go on drop it down and show a nigga what you do with it
Baby what good is all that ass if you ain't moving it
Go on drop it down and show a nigga what you
[Verse 2]
You gonna love me like Ye love Ye
I run the game
I let the losers do the play by play
I'm in a rush
I can't just take it day by day
I'm plotting now for the future making thangs my way
If you ain't got nothing to offer
Then don't bother with input
I ain't even bait my line
Or throw it in cause they been hooked
I done crossed half these fucks
And broke they ankles they been shook
Aye lil' hoe just so you know
Your friends is giving me big looks
Baby I break them
I don't ever take them broke
And when all things clear
I'm what's standing behind the smoke
Look I don't ever hang with brokies
I'm a rope
And I stay coming at your neck
You bout to choke
Ain't no Heimlich gonna save you
I do you dirty and you still won't get clean
If they bathe you
I'm blazing my own trail
But I seen a few play-throughs
They touching up on my triggers now
I'm feeling enabled
Please do not make me slay you
[Chorus]
Go on drop it down and show a nigga what you do with it
Go on drop it down and show a nigga what you do with it
Baby what good is all that ass if you ain't moving it
Go on drop it down and show a nigga what you do with it
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3. |
Ima Ball
02:26
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[Chorus]
Check me out I got them all on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the rip
Check me out I got them all on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the
[Verse 1]
I ain't really in the mood
But my bitch is
She like her cocaine white
Like them grits is
I need my weed like
A fucking green light
Lil' bitch I'm ballin'
I'm just trying to get my threes right
I put a J up and I hit it like a layup
I ain't scared of failure
What the fuck's to be afraid of
All the shit you say get in the way is only made up
I got a work around
For anything that's in my way bruh
I'ma make it right hoe
Til I put wings on your back
You ain't fly hoe
I'ma get you high though
Lil' bitch 5'4"
She a slam dunk
Got her jumping like a pot hole
[Chorus]
Check me out I got them all on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the rip
Check me out I got them all on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the
[Verse 2]
You say you bout to do it
Bitch fuck it up
Now she at they necks
Like a button up
She a dog
But I got her by the collar
Might be biting today
But she be licking by tomorrow
You know me
I'm killing these niggas
Like the police
Thinking you can see me
Fat chance bro ya obese
Ya ain't got a foot up in this race
Or a toe g
Met a bad joint from Montana
Call her Tony
Sister name Gina
Boy she a freaka
And she said they sharing everything
Even me uh
Head up to the sky
Thanking Dios for the día
I don't need a plug
Bitch I grow my own re-up
[Chorus]
Check me out I got them all on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the rip
Check me out I got them all on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the
[Verse 3]
I keep big racks
In my face
Like I'm in the strip club
But more like a bank
And I keep a big fat bag full of stank
Back in 2011
It was pills with the drank
But nowadays I don't get
Tore up as much
I told that hoe to do less talking
Save her throat for my nut
She been popping off a lot
I look at her like for what
Girl don't bring me no more drama
Bring me all the way up
I tell the truth
Ain't got to lie about shit
If she bout her bread
Tell her slide by bitch
Shawty got a ass on some mile wide shit
Trying to fuck a fly nigga
On some mile high shit
[Chorus]
Check me out I got them all on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the rip
Check me out I got them all on the tip
Lil' bitches know
I'ma ball off the rip
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4. |
That's OK
02:36
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[Chorus]
I'm bout to light this motha' fucka' up
That's okay
Getting lifted like a white boy truck
That's okay
Look I'm bout to light this motha' fucka' up
That's okay
Getting lifted like a white boy truck
That's o
[Verse 1]
Do you want to dance with me
I been ready to tango
She used to be an angel
But I g'd her out her halo
She asked me if I ever burn out
I say no way hoe
Them other suckers matches
I'm a mother fucking flame thrower
You've been amply warned
You cannot complain
I will not be contained
Or show any restraint
So kiss my ass and get a mouth full of taint
If it's money trust me
I'll be in the house like the paint
I don't back off or down
I'm moving forward
I'm all around
Whenever they drop the ball
I'm right there getting it off the ground
You lose your hoe
Well I'm the lost and found
I'm like a blade banging up against a stone
I'm getting sharper now
I don't ever leave no room
To bargain down that's the price
Way I'm catching bodies
I'll be prepped for war in the after life
Handling business with my bottom bitch
I call her Aphrodite
I know she a spitter
I can tell by how she grab the mic
[Chorus]
I'm bout to light this motha' fucka' up
That's okay
Getting lifted like a white boy truck
That's okay
Look I'm bout to light this motha' fucka' up
That's okay
Getting lifted like a white boy truck
That's o
[Verse 2]
Time is more than money fucking dummy
I will not waste it
I'm making quick moves
For presidential faces
I gave that bitch some shoes
And then I laced her
I took her straight up
I don't need no chaser
I'm waving down a waiter
The game ain't fair and it shouldn't be
So don't get mad at me
For being what you couldn't be
I fill her head full of drugs
That's that pudding P
She load my bowls cut my hair
And she cook for me
Multiple courses
I don't want no tapas
Smoking on this broca
Til my eyes look Osaka
Highly averse to drama
So break me off proper
Baby you should know if you ain't
Bout a come up I'ma have to drop ya
I'm a mile up in the air
Nearing the stratosphere
Trust me it's a very long
Fall from here
Life at times get shitty
But it's awesome here
If you got it toss it here
I'ma take what's tainted
Make it flawless here
[Chorus]
I'm bout to light this motha' fucka' up
That's okay
Getting lifted like a white boy truck
That's okay
Look I'm bout to light this motha' fucka' up
That's okay
Getting lifted like a white boy truck
That's okay
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5. |
BI
01:54
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[Chorus]
Hell naw I ain't slowin' keep it goin'
I handle my B-I
You already know it
Hell naw I ain't slowin' keep it goin'
I handle my B-I
You already
[Verse 1]
Baby I got the time today
Go on show out
She know that I'm popping
Like tires when they blow out
I plant the seeds
And tend to 'em til they grow out
And they all flourish
Whether it's summer or it's snow out
It seem to me as if you goofies
Ain't been educated
The first natural law is self-preservation
So while you in the back waiting
I'm up front taking it
Because I lack patience
I'm a real nigga they just blackfacin'
And looking burnt out
They know not to bring they hoes around
Cause they get turned out
And you might be on top
But that's just for now
About to put this cream in the machine
And see what churn out
Smoking on this spinach
Got me feeling like pop eye
Fuckers on that dumb shit
I'm looking at them cock-eyed
I'm about to bust off
Let a couple nuts off
Wasn't love from jump so
Really ain't no love lost
[Chorus]
Hell naw I ain't slowin' keep it goin'
I handle my B-I
You already know it
Hell naw I ain't slowin' keep it goin'
I handle my B-I
You already
[Verse 2]
I don't see a pinnacle
Nor do I see a precipice
I go through the ceiling
And run right over the edge of cliffs
I understand the importance of leverage
So when they sick I'm the only one with the medicine
Come get a dose hoe
Take it in your main vein
You gon' OD
Cause me and drugs is the same thang
Do not give yourself a role
You cannot maintain
Acting Billy badass
When you a plain Jane
It's no shame in just being
Who you meant to be
Unless you on that broke shit
Cause brokies ain't shit to me
Babe that's just a pimp in me
Pussy isn't tempting me
She ain't into anything at all
If she ain't into me
I don't just make a scene
I direct and produce it
And turn that one scene
To a whole movement
When I didn't fit in
Nigga I lubed it
Now I'm penetrating
In this bitch goin' stupid
[Chorus]
Hell naw I ain't slowin' keep it goin'
I handle my B-I
You already know it
Hell naw I ain't slowin' keep it goin'
I handle my B-I
You already know it
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6. |
Fade Away
02:36
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[Verse 1]
Get up off my dick baby
And get up in my ledger
You know how I'm rocking
It's paper before the pleasure
Understand I am a jet
And they all Jettas
In other words I'm a whole sentence
And they just letters
One other illest niggas ever
And the panacea
Look if you got it hoe
Then run it til you burn your feet up
And if you don't
Then really ain't no use in ringing me up
I take no downtime
This 3BOG bringing me up
I'm moon walking
But I'm moving forward
And sonnin' niggas
Go on and do your chores
You wanna get high with me
But this flight you ain't ready for
I hope you know how to land
Cause I don't save whores
I'ma watch you hit the floor
And now you just a pile of bones and blood
Closest these fools been to a throne
Is when they throwing up
I told my niggas shit done changed
Now we all grown as fuck
I used to hit the club and chase these sluts
Now they all make me lunch
[Chorus]
I could never fade away
I'm stuck here like a stain
I could never fade away
I go out with a bang
I could never fade away
I'm stuck here like a stain
I could never fade away
I go out with a
[Verse 2]
I came here to make some
Not a difference
I don't do subtraction
I'm only into addition
I want my money multiplied
I don't fuck with division
And if you got any sense
You feel me like intuition
I pulled out all the stops
All I do is go now
Some people trying to stay on they feet
I'm on my toes now
Trust me I got it all covered
I'm like clothes now
It ain't no square dancing
Just some bitches at my hoedown
My shit is fire
Go on and get your fix
You trying to ride the wave
Go on get your ship
I'm like a whale
They just a school of fish
I'm speaking volumes
And I ain't even move my lips
I'm gonorrhea all I do is drip
So get your umbrellas out
I'm way above the clouds
The only Jones I'm keeping up with
Is the fucking DOW
My whole life changed
When I got done with Tao
Bitch I ain't bouncing at the club
I'm bouncing with the crowd
[Chorus]
I could never fade away
I'm stuck here like a stain
I could never fade away
I go out with a bang
I could never fade away
I'm stuck here like a stain
I could never fade away
I go out with a bang
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7. |
Habitual
02:04
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[Chorus]
I'm tearing this shit up it's habitual
I'm lighting this shit off it's a ritual
I'm tearing shit up it's habitual
I'm lighting this shit off it's a
[Verse 1]
I got five good reasons
You should do what I say
And if you do the opposite
I leave them across your face
I'm bout to break it
If you ever had a leg in this race
Come to the doctor
And put itching powder all in your brace
I'm a maniac dogging all these bitches
Now I'm hollering where the ladies at
I used to run triz
Now my train is where the gravy's at
You know me you owe me and
I suggest you pay me back
And keep your mouth closed
Unless you stating facts
I'm on a roll hoe
I'm butter and jelly
And I got murder on my mind
Like YNW Melly
I'ma catch a body
This mufucka' murdered already
And you know snitches get stitches
So what is you gon' tell me
[Chorus]
I'm tearing this shit up it's habitual
I'm lighting this shit off it's a ritual
I'm tearing shit up it's habitual
I'm lighting this shit off it's a
[Verse 2]
I used to be about love
And trying to make the world a better place
Now I'm mixing shroomies with the lemon
That's a better taste
And that shit's a better high
Opening my third eye
Hovering above the earth
I got it all in bird's eye
Cover your heads I'm bout to let this shit rip
These fuckers ain't doing it big
They just full of big ifs
And they all drown in my wave
I see they boat it get tipped
I call them slaves to the game
Check they chains and they whips
Some people really don't wanna learn
They rather be fed by a spoon
I'm hot as August in my city
Ya ain't lasting through June
All my words is down to earth
But my head high as the moon
Bitch I'm dead ass about my cash
I stash that shit in a tomb
[Chorus]
I'm tearing this shit up it's habitual
I'm lighting this shit off it's a ritual
I'm tearing shit up it's habitual
I'm lighting this shit off it's a ritual
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8. |
Long Shot
02:09
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[Chorus]
That's a long shot
Hail Mary
Throw it up
I'ma nail it
That's a long shot
Hail Mary
Throw it up
[Verse 1]
The more they open up they mouths
The more I see that they foolish
Summer time the hoes wanna chill with me
Cause I'm cooling
I tell them get they mind right
Like Jay Memphis and Snoopy
I pull up in two doors today
I'm feeling real coupy
I'm a homegrown smoker
Riddler not a joker
I'm rocking like Lenny
It ain't over til it's over
She know where I'm from
She ante up before I poke her
I make sure that she looking right
I call that the hoe cut
It's picturesque
Nothing less than the best
Hoe show me where your heart at
And say that shit with your chest
Now go on out there get it
Quit hanging round like a pest
I told her to go fuck herself
And she started getting undressed
[Chorus]
That's a long shot
Hail Mary
Throw it up
I'ma nail it
That's a long shot
Hail Mary
Throw it up
I'ma
[Verse 2]
I tell them fuckers get to the point
If you gon' make one
Saying that you used to be the king
You should've stayed one
Baby I'm at the peak now
Still on my way up
Before I eat my prey
I bow my head and say my prayers
Look if you losing I don't need excuses
All I need for you to do is show improvement
Cause if you broke
Then I become elusive
And though my head stay in a book
Get on that fuck around I'm going stupid
My price is final
So it ain't nothing for us to haggle with
Y'all done let it come too far
You cannot cancel it
Now it's time to understand the devil
You been dancing with
Do not question me
Cause you ain't prepped for what I answer with
[Chorus]
That's a long shot
Hail Mary
Throw it up
I'ma nail it
That's a long shot
Hail Mary
Throw it up
I'ma nail it
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9. |
Mils
02:27
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[Verse 1]
I gave a fuck but I never got it back
Good luck with me giving one them again
I done retired from giving a fuck
Now all I'm doing is taking them in
If she don't want me go straight to her kin
That little bitch take it straight to the chin
She telling me how her sister a fool
And she been the same way since they both was a kid
I do not force them or marry divorce them
I put them in places I think they should be
I tell her hoe she can go where she wanna
But all of that money is staying with me
She got her hands all up over my body
And talking in tongues like she praying for me
And if I tell her take one for the team
Then she doing her thing cause she playing for me
She got my logo between both her breasts
I'm sending these bitches like messages
And some niggas hate on the game
But I'm thinking that most of that hate is just estrogen
Look I got them tripping I'm mescaline
I leave them in holes like I'm ketamine
It ain't really much I could help them with
Bitch I'm coming up like amphetamines
[Chorus]
Once I get a feel for it
I'ma make mils on it
Once I get a feel for it
I'ma make mils on it
Once I get a feel for it
I'ma make mils on it
Once I get a feel for it
I'ma make mils
[Verse 2]
Babe don't be lazy
Get off your ass you can get up and get it
I make it jump when it land it's still jiggling
I want it all I ain't doing no picking
All opposition could lick on my dickens
I send them screaming and kicking
Don't want you sweating and bitching
Way too much heat in my kitchen
Ya ain't got a plate
You don't know what you missing
Go on get a taste and you won't feel your face
I promise you this isn't laced
All of my goals getting knocked out the park
Ain't none of them fuckers on base
Over the years I done did a 180
I had to shed my old ways
I got some thoroughbred hoes on my team
That'll get me through the race
They know how to beat down a blade
So I took them all to the derby
Up in the early
I get the worm before any of these birds eat
And I'll mix this bitch into bird seed
She coming home with a full purse
And some hurt feet
I take them hoes all ready to go
And fully stocked that's turnkey
[Chorus]
Once I get a feel for it
I'ma make mils on it
Once I get a feel for it
I'ma make mils on it
Once I get a feel for it
I'ma make mils on it
Once I get a feel for it
I'ma make mils on it
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10. |
Filthy Rich
02:33
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[Verse 1]
Baby I ain't just a man
I'm the motherfucking man
I've been to the mountain top
I have seen the promised land
I got this shit in my grips
I met Nas I know I can
Be whoever I wanna be
Big bad wolf I'm blowing bands
I put it all on her body and told her make a move
You call it twerking but that's demons that she shaking loose
Bitch everything I do is off the chain or breaking loose
I'm staying dangerous them brokies do what's safe to do
My plate is full I got more than enough
I cracked a Chi bitch
Damn I had her opening up
Said even though she like her privacy she lonely as fuck
I got that hoe an OhMiBod and now it's totally up
On MFC she masked up and making masterpieces
I nailed it like the hands of Jesus
I might just smash and let you clean the pieces
Open my eyes to the same shit I'm dreaming
I've been a dick
And one hit'll have you pussies screaming
[Chorus]
I came here to get a bag up
So tell me if you with me bitch
I came here to get a bag up
I'm on my way to filthy rich
I came here to get a bag up
So tell me if you with me bitch
I came here to get a bag up
I'm on my way to filthy
[Verse 2]
You been working hard but that don't guarantee you none
If you cannot be the one then beat the one
I can bring the heat cause I know how it feels
To meet the sun
I've been high a long time
And I'm fire I could probably be the sun
Plus I burn forever through
Any kind of weather
Look if this is your best
Then I'ma find one who do better
Hoe don't give me this Swiss shit
When I told you get the cheddar
I'm sharper than a cheese is
When it comes to getting bread up
I came here for my cut don't make me poke ya
I know you feel it in the air
That's why I'm bout to choke ya
Go on get your team I'm serving everyone like Oprah
I been at the crib in the kitchen cooking dope up
Hard drives full of coca
Laptop full of crack rock
Man that bitch like a good sale
She came in with her clothes half off
Got paid in full and I dabbed off
Wild out like I'm on bath salts
I came here to get a bag up
They came here to get a bag off
Niggas mad lost
[Chorus]
I came here to get a bag up
So tell me if you with me bitch
I came here to get a bag up
I'm on my way to filthy rich
I came here to get a bag up
So tell me if you with me bitch
I came here to get a bag up
I'm on my way to filthy rich
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