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[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lotta groupies, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
I gotta move a clip, in this lil’ uzi yeah
They like to talk a lot yeah, but we like to mute shit, yeah
Pull up and shoot shit yeah, all on the roof and shit, yeah
Trap out the Ruth’s Chris yeah, bust down your cuban, yeah
Montana, some like Tony Montana
Whole lot of drums and bananas
I don’t fuck with no rappers
I got love for my trappers, yeah
Reachin’ for my chains see I know blood they gon’ wack ’em yeah
New spot like the Falcons
New drop this the fast one
Get some top in the Aston
1.5 in cash, bruh
Young fly nigga, they like, "He so handsome"
I might slide through in that Rolls Royce Phantom

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah (offset)
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
(Offset)
My whole cup polluted (drank)
Get in that pint and how you can (hun)
We take the phone from the groupies (woo)
I’m drippin’, baby, excuse me (drip)
Whole lot of gang in here (gang)
Northside niggas, no names in here (Nawf)
Pinky ring crystal clear, 40k spent on a private Lear (fyuu)
60k solitaire (60 ball)
I cannot vibe with queers (hun hun)
I got the heart of a bear (huh)
Bustin’ them down by the pair ( bust down)
Patek Philipe, it’s rare (hey)
I’m smashin’, pullin’ her hair (smash)
Trap fashion, look what I wear (trap fashion)
It’s a ghost but do not be scared (hun hun)
It’s a Wraith with stars in the ceiling, yeah (stars)
They go ape on them bars catch a body, yeah
Let my dick fill in her mouth like it’s a cavity, yeah
Sippin’ on codeine, floatin’ with no gravity yeah

[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Offset]
Uh, young fly nigga I kick big shit, yeah
Plus my wrist lit, hey
Plus my bitch rich, yeah
I’m a big pimp, yeah
I talk big shit, yeah
We got sticks bitch, yeah
We don’t miss shit, yeah uh
Yeah, wrist on frostbite, wedding bands look like headlights
This the boss life, yeah
My bitch exclusive and she boujee, yeah
Real life no movie, whole lot of groupies, yeah

We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king

[Intro]
It’s the weekend. So man, fuck your problems, man, I don’t give a fuck about your motherfuckin’ problems, brah. You know what I’m sayin’? You need to stop chasin’ these hoes, my nigga. You know what I’m sayin’? Bitch is takin’ all your motherfuckin’ check, nigga, you know what I’m sayin’? Like nigga you broke than a motherfucka ‘cause you spend it all on these dirty ass hoes. Find you a real woman, my nigga. Yeah

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor

[Verse 1]
Mister Officer, Mister Officer
Please take the hand cuffs off of her
Why you stalkin’ her? Why you stalkin’ her?
Hackin’ phones tryin’ to find out who she talkin’ to
You was callin’ her, you was callin’ her
Last night she ain’t answer, I was all in her all in her
We was all in her, we was all in her
Made her bust that pussy careful, all my dawgs in here
It was me, Juicy J, and all my wolves from ‘round the way
I spend 20, I spend 30, I blow 50 in a day
That ain’t nothin’ to a boss, I spend 300 on a Wraith
I can’t save no mo’ hoes, ain’t no room in my safe (nooo)

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor

[Verse 2]
All these niggas cuffin’ and these bitch really nothin’
I can’t fall in love, hey bitch, that shit ain’t up for discussion
Treat you like a freak because I know your ass be bussin’
He toss a couple dollars, you gonna let that nigga touch it
You used to niggas trickin’ but tonight we fuckin’
I can’t take you home to momma, I can’t take you out in public
I don’ spent so much on you I gotta put you in my budget
Shake that ass, make that money, who am I to judge it?
These hoes belong to everybody, everybody
Kill that bitch, that’s a dead body, dead body
These hoes, they be backstage, sellin’ pussy
These hoes be on Backpage, sellin’ pussy

[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’
Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo)
Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo)
She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor
Hey

[Intro]
Woop, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ooh
You can’t tell me shit, I got designer on me (brr)
Ooh, Big Head on the beat (ayy, ayy)
Trapper of the century

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)

[Verse]
Designer on my drip, fuck a nigga bitch (bitch)
Fuckin’ in that VIP (what?), eighty on my wrist
Pull up to the trap, [?] for a brick
Pull up on a groupie and I had to hit a lick
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in Giuseppe
You can’t tell me shit because I’m flexin’ in the Bentley
You can’t tell me shit because I’m the trapper of the century (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit because I’m countin’ up the fetty

[Chorus]
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (brr)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (oh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ayy)
Designer on my drip, designer on my drip
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
Designer on my drip (what?), designer on my drip (what?)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (ooh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (ayy)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got a hunnid on my wrist (yuh)
You can’t tell me shit, I’ve got designer on my drip (what?)

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
You can’t tell me shit, bitch
Designer on my drip
You can’t tell me shit
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Eminem]
Back’s to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I’m talking a lot of
Shit but I’m backing it all up
But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollers
After the track is demolished, I am your lack of a conscience
I’m the ringing in your ears
I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eatin’ your vocal chords after your concerts
I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged
Grab for some water
But I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow
I’m the bullies you hate that you became
With every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you, every woman you insult
Batter, but the double-standards you have
When it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper’s persona
Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic
Of you not knowing what you had ’til it’s gone
‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam
No more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them

[Evanescene] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[Notorious B.I.G]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin’ screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin’ blew up
Choppin’ rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin’
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Runnin’ from the police, picture that
Nigga, I’m too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That’s why I bust back, it don’t phase me
When he drop, take his Glock and I’m Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make
(I repeat)
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[2Pac]
But still I’m havin’ memories of high speed when the cops crashed
As I laugh, pushin’ the gas while my Glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies, now the whole world’s tryna screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
But stay true, sippin’ 22’s of brew
And now media is tryna test me
Got the press askin’ questions, tryna stress me
Misery is all I see, that’s my mind state
My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped
He screamed “Thug Life!” and emptied the clip
Got tired of runnin’ from the police

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal

[Eminem]
There they go, packin’ stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, macadamian they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like Bozos
He’s wondering if he should spit this slow
Fuck no! Go for broke
His cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain’t had a real buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed
Theyve been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as before
Bashing in the brains of these hoes
And establishing a name as he goes
The passion and the flame is ignited
You can’t put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck that I’m talking about when we riot
You dealin with a few true villains
Whose stand inside of the booth truth spillin
And spit true feelings, until our tooth fillings come flying up out of our mouths
Now rewind it!
Payback muthafucka for the way that you doubted me hows it taste?
When I slap the taste out your mouth with the bass so loud that it shakes the place
Im Hannibal Lecter so just in case youre thinking of saving face
You ain’t gonna have no face to save by the time I’m through with this place
So Drake

[Evanescence] (x2)
I tried to kill my pain
But only brought more
So much more
I lay dying
And I’m pouring crimson regret and betrayal