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[Intro: Don Q]
Yeah
Don
Put the suit back on all you niggas

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Fuck what I overcame
They slaughtered my name and they tarnished it
I just came up on a open lane
They say I’m the one who gon’ conquer it
You wasn’t there when we started it
Now you wanna come be a part of it
Nigga, we ain’t under nobody
We came in Atlantic for partnership
I know my mom she pray for me
First in the morning, and in the night faithfully
I see the [?] had a vacancy
I’m tyna boss up and start up an agency
I’m happy God made a way for me right at the top with the greats where they play for me
I know these niggas got thoughts of betraying me
Keep them outsiders away from me
Can’t have no strangers around us
I got some [?] for loungers
I’m too impatient for browsing, I want it I’m bringing it straight to the counter
I’m way too busy to do it, I pay an accountant to pay my accountant
I got too lazy to count it
Look at my chain it’s astounding

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
I give my dogs the medicine
I call my dogs, they veterans
I give my dog the weapon, then
Just hit my dog, they send them in
Aimbot, aimbot, first I whack him, then I whack a cop
Paid 380 for the top
Then put .380’s in your top
And then to 80 on your block
And now it’s navy on the block
And now you gravy on the block
Be lookin’ wavy on your block
L.O.D, Highbridge
So much shit that we did
[?]
Did it all for the fame

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Verse 3: Don Q]
Look at this shit I’m inspiring, I’m a nigga they admiring
I get in the lab and I turn into a scientist, got ’em thinkin’ ’bout retirement
I got some hoes out the country and I got a bunch of them flying in
I’m a product of my environment
I get some product and flood the environment
They watchin’ the ice when I step at the light
I drop a tint when I left the [?]
Gold Lex and my neck is froze
It got gold sets and I’m settin’ goals
My legacy gon’ be set in stone
I know some niggas that’s never home, but they do dirt and never tell a soul
He goin’ back to the trap when he left parole
Yeah, yeah!

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Outro: Desiigner]
For the fame
We’ve been all through the pain
And the rain
Same
Now congratulations and pop champagne

[Verse 1]
(And they may say it’s not for children)
Of course it is
(And they may say it’s not for you)
It’s for you
(In a short while we’ll be riding in cars that drive themselves)

[Chorus]
And we’ll all just cruise
(Can we just cruise?)
([?])
And we’ll all just (cruise)

[Verse 2]
We’re climbing over the consoles in our sleep
We’re marveling at how far the seat’s go back
In a short while we’ll be guided by stars that guide themselves
(I’m losing you)
It’ll be so safe and so helpful

[Chorus]
And we’ll all just cruise
(Can we just cruise?)
([?])
And we’ll all just (cruise)

[Outro]
In its, in its own world now

[Intro]
The Don

[Verse 1]
Metaphor heaven
No iron, they weak like they’re seven
They crushed and I’m hot, let me press them
Fangs dripping venom
My flow’s be like cars, they want rent them
No budget, I don’t make exceptions
Don’t ask me no questions
Don’t mention my name in your sentence
There’s levels, I don’t see progression
Let’s take that aggression
I bow to any … that’s second
Their [?] longer than my extension
No abduction, [?] guilty by impression
You all became serious felons
Slice, get jealous when Steffy pull up to the presence
For squad who stay witnessing Peckham
Clapton, they’re moving like there’s a recession
While I’m in the [?] like a treacherous weapon
Slap them, and every gal that came with them
They stopped the beat but they’re lying, say [?]
Roger that, go [?] if you please kill them
I’m a soldier in my camp, we ain’t go no civilians
Your opinion doesn’t hinder my right of the minion
Legendary when retired, who gon’ bet a million?
Looks deceive, have … thinking I’m Brazilian
Christmas Eve rappers really wan’ take position
A billion, a billion, a billion
Change my mindset, now I’m ahead of the game
Master the law of attraction with no distraction
[?] gon’ be the head of the frame
They don’t want you asking questions
They don’t want you to lead but follow all of the way
Religion ain’t real, division, it kills
It’s fake, I guess we’re sleeping wide awake

[Verse 2]
[?] been praying, look up
But God has been in
We was really born to win
Look what our [?] shame
Parents and church fam
While we raised by gangs
Rebels ain’t nothing but man, man
It’s God, I shall not fit the above
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
[?] be putting in peace
[?] my tits
Don’t worry, it’s just a trick
I don’t have no other way
I came to slay
The fake, the beast, let me play
I’m ready, I’m trained
Tell them to [?]
Why would I feel with that pain?
Death ain’t the end, I’m just saying

[Hook]
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
What the fuck?

[Verse 1]
Jumped out the Porsche, got to it
Choppa on me, bitch I shoot like I’m Cupid
Model bitch, and she gon’ blow me like hookah
All these diamonds, bitch I look like a jeweler
Rollie froze, bitch it came out the cooler
Tech 9, bitch it came with a cooler
I got shooters that’ll shoot at your shooter
Bitch you broke, you eatin’ noodles and oodles
I got a bad bitch, workin’ Hooters
Bitch I get the check, and you know I blew it
21 gang, chain hangin’, blangin’
Jewish lawyers, give a fuck about that rangin’
Seinfeld, niggas frontin’ like Kramer
Put you on the news, you wanna be famous
Zero six, bitch you know that I claimed it
I jumped out the Porsche and broke my ankle
I’m [?] the bud when I cook it up
Your main bitch want me to pick her up
I nut in her face, she gon’ lick it up
Your jewelry shinin’? We gon’ stick you up
Like 2Pac, nigga, hit ’em up
These niggas tough on the Internet
Gettin’ that pussy, I’m killin’ that
I’m not just a rapper, I’m livin’ that

[Verse 2]
Shawty said she want that dick, I told that bitch to wait one minute
These niggas broke, I heard these niggas shoppin’ J.C. Penny
I took that bitch to Ruth Chris, I heard a nigga eats at Wendy’s
I’m a real nigga, I can’t wear no gold unless they came from the [?]
[cont.]

[Intro:6ix9ine]
Scum Gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine]
I’ll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas bustin’ at the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick, givin’ top, on the regular
Catch me water whippin’, straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know, I’ll run off with the shit, on the regular
Bare faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine, with the .9, on thei regular
Niggas want war yeah, kickin’ doors yeah
Niggas want the sauce yeah, shake em’ off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bustin’ drugs yeah
Rollin’ through the city yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want their bitch back, I don’t chit chat
Rubber band, click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, i’ma block boy
Double to your Glock, make him Diddy Bop boy

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be bustin up the ops on the regular
Nigga we be duckin’ from the cops on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick and givin’ top on the regular
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
Nigga if its comin’ from my spot, it ain’t regular
Stand my rules, it is on a different side, it ain’t regular
You can take the money when you die, it ain’t regular
Niggas with me really ready to die, on the regular
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah, ay
They know I’ma ball like a boss
Boutta’ take a trip to the stores
Let a nigga trip in the zone
Makin’ money flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mm yeah
Smack a lot, I smack a lot
I hit on the tour bus, Ooh yeah
If I’m a player, you a slut, Ooh yeah
I told my .38, I love you
That’s my baby, when I pull up, she pull up too
See the, Hermès on the bump, Ooh
In the, lotta’ bag, in duffel, yeah
Leave him wetter, let it rain nigga
Put a .30 to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga
I’m runnin round with the same niggas
Same niggas that will take a nigga chain nigga