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[Intro]
Aye
Goin’ up top catchin’ plays like I’m Victor Cruz nigga
And I’m catchin’ picks, I’m catchin’ yours too nigga
You ain’t Drew Brees nigga, that’s a flu flicker

[Verse]
My nigga still be stealin’ cars, he love that stuff nigga
He done brought me a brand new car, I told him "Nigga get me a rental"
Like how the hell I’ma tell him chill, that shit ain’t cool nigga
‘Cause I used to do it with him and I maneuver in ’em
Damn right we hit the scene together, I hit the news with him
But I hit news by myself before I hit the news with him
I ain’t tellin’ you how I’ma play it
I ain’t tellin’ you how I move nigga
Hell yeah that’s what I do, but that ain’t what I do nigga
I don’t even feel like nigga tellin’ ya kids to stay in school
‘Cause I always did the opposite, nigga I ain’t stay in school
Maybe if they told me not to go, I probably would’ve stayed in school
Codeine and orange soda, that’s my formula, I want baby food
I don’t eat baby food, I don’t eat baby food
Put a "O" in front of the Range Rover, that’s a orange coupe
That’s a strange coupe
That’s a orange Range Rover coupe
That’s a o-range rover, that’s a fruit
Y’all so cute, get her
She for you, she a swoop
On a boot
1800 Tequila, I’m litty like Peter Boo
Peter Boo thought she for him, she for me, she for you
No, SG is not a crew, we a team, not a crew
This shit deeper to me than you
You can’t even see no we and you
You creep just like them people too
That’s why it ain’t no me and you
I go peep the truth, see Pooh
He could shoot on the roof, he peekaboo
I say my vowels for the dollar bill, I "A-E-I-O-U"
First thing first is I-O-U
I’ma spray first if I owe you
My nigga in prison goin’ crazy, keep on askin’ me ’bout his lady
I ain’t finna be out here watchin’ her page
I ain’t finna be out here stalkin’ yo lady
And my brother ’bout to have a baby
‘Bout to be a uncle and I’m a baby
Paranoid, I’m livin’ dangerous
Paranoid, I’m overthinkin’
Wrap the car up just to spray it
Put it up then candy paint it
I’m a baby with a baby
I done killed so much-a babies
I done kidnapped
I done whipped so much-a babies
If the neighbors hear me, they gon’ call the police
Child neglect, call the DCF on me
Child abuse, I’m in the kitchen droppin’ a 14
All that night I was ridin’ ’round the city to this slow beat
If the neighbors hear me, they gon’ call the police
DCF called child neglect on me
Water whippin’ in the kitchen, I’m droppin’ a 14
Got that glizzy, ridin’ ’round the city to this slow beat

[Outro]
I done lost my mind all night, when I grind I don’t get no sleep
You goddamn right once they let me out, I’m in yo’ hoe cheeks
I think these niggas lactose intolerant, they don’t get no cheese

[Pre-Hook]
Woke up, glow up, yeah
A lot of y’all still don’t know us
So what?
Nothin’ but Satan, no love, get no love
But ain’t talk, that’s my bonus
But my quota, what’s that?

[Hook]
Boy, don’t nobody own us
HGA that’s the law, yeah
Spurgeon with the Baldwin
Commas way after callin’
Patrick Ewing in the garden
Goin’ for my people starvin’
Keepin’ up with no Joneses
Generous with my goal, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us

[Verse 1]
Squad needed merch so we bought our own shop
Free as my own hair, but I got it on lock
Counted our loss, counted our loss
Excuse me, I’m just tryna trust God
Finished all my lab, did it there for the money
God said had to write it on the check
Don’t nobody own us
This right here ain’t a loaner
I move forward, too focus
All out of games, no tokens
No token, what’s that?

[Hook]
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody

No nonsense, (No nonsense?)
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I taught KBJ no nonsense, yeah
Don’t you ever skip my process
Does it honor God and conscience?
You owe nothin’ but your love man
Boy, do what you want man
Was trappin’ out apartments
Now I’m takin’ off on Tarmacs
Don’t be driven by a contract
Have your lawyer check the CARFAX
Not amazed with contact
There ain’t nothin’ that my God lacks
I don’t need none of your star stats
I was good way before rap
Wrote these so my God claps
Hall of Fame, where my guards at?
Hip-Hop won’t involve this
Radio hasn’t bought this
Way, way too exhausted
To tap dance for your profits
I’m in love with my core fans
Only die before the door slams
Write free on my coffin
Christ rules with my content
Race, faith, and devotion
Free sons and the daughters
Free sons and the daughters
Boy, don’t nobody
I’m in my bag, I’m back to back compassionate
With a faster whip, with a fashion sense
Don’t try to tell me how to act in this
I’m black and rich and a Nazareth
And passages attached to Him
That’ll activist with a dash of wrist
But I’m back to biz, and packs of kids
And the facts are lit, get back on the fact that is
The master is back in this
Can’t fathom this, born again
Only one manumit

[Pre-Hook]
Woke up, show love
A lot of y’all still don’t know us
So what?
He said death can’t hold us
Nah, I’ma tell ya’ll my motive

[Hook]
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us
In a lane with myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody us

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
He said meet me in Miami
Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic
Get used to the whips and the mansions
He ain’t know I was this thick
T-Shirt, Panties
We hit the club together we tip the dancers
Might grab a couple if they really attractive
Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
It’s all up to you
What you wanna do

[Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
I used to love em, leave em
Girl it’s something about you
Think I’ma keep you
Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Let’s take a trip to the other side
Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
You’re a boss I wanna treat you
I know you tired of all the leeches
Girl I’m in love with all your features
And I will love you til your knees weak
It could be simple but it ain’t easy
I know you know what’s up
It’s all on us

[Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
I used to love em, leave em
Boy it’s something bout you
Think I’ma keep you
I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
Boy we living lavish kick your feet up

[Bridge: Dej Loaf]
All I wanna do
Is get away with you
You had me at hello, what’s up
What we gonna do when we leave this club

[Hook: Jacquees]
Met her in the club
All the ballers showing love
Can you party with a thug
I’m just trying to show you love
VIP we got it packed
This is where the party at
You’re the one I wanna know
So tell me how it’s supposed to go

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, “Fuck you, pay me”
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, “Fuck you, pay me”
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this