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[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny
Ayy

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 1: Ronny J]
That’s why I buy what I want
That’s why I stay where I want
Now I count racks for the fuck of it
N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
I’ma skirt off
I got that bitch [?]
I got yo’ bitch, she a trip
I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust her for sure
Uh, uh, uh
My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump
I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
I might go fuck up your beamer, huh
And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
I might pull up in a foreign
I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’
Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
Lil Pump

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Intro]
Motherfuckers want to kill me but ain’t got the heart
So I picked the mic back up for this walk in the park
And I don’t want credit for this, this ain’t nothin’
I just answerin’ a nigga that kept pressin’ my buttons
Uncle Murda, what’s all the games about?
Nigga, keep my fucking name out your brown-ass mouth
Clark Kent, your man about to hold this L
So roll some weed I got a story to tell, listen

[Verse]
Couple years ago I’m up in AC
I get a call from Clark Kent and he don’t ever call me
Talkin’ ‘bout he heard your version of my song
He told you, you was bitin’ and you knew that you was wrong
But not for nothing you was tryin to make it better
And trying to reach out to see if we can do it together
I’m like, “Clark, nigga you must be faded
Why the fuck would I collab on some shit that I created? Y’all jaded
If you don’t get the fuck off my phone
And tell that old faced-ass nigga to leave me alone
Get gone. Clark, you know I ain’t that dude
And yeah I fell back on rap but don’t get it confused.”
Shit lit my fuse, you wouldn’t call Hov
And tell him 21 Savage want to do "22 Two’s"
Nigga, would you? The fuck wrong with y’all?
Bitin’ niggas, I could never get along with y’all
A song? Naw, straight curvin’ niggas
I wouldn’t even take a picture with Uncle Murda, nigga
And then you started makin’ ‘em takin’ your little shots
But I ain’t never hear ‘em, they only play ‘em up top
You not worthy, you’re just dirty and thirsty
You make them every year, they never get past Jersey
Nigga stop it, you got Brooklyn lookin’ crazy
Matter-fact, you got Brooklyn lookin’ lazy
I got cases in Virginia, bodies in D.C
You got to think B.I.G. if you wanna come for me
And I’m still VA, and I’m still that nigga
Still M-A-D, where your skills at nigga?
I heard you got popped and you ain’t peel that nigga
Whoever told you to change your name, you should kill that nigga
Lenny Grant, I can’t leave that alone
That shit read like it on the side of a funeral home
Ladies and gents, this nigga gettin’ washed and rinsed
Now if you a junior then that name makes sense
Respect to your dad, that’s the least I can do
Actually, umm, naw, fuck him too
Now how a Stan going to come for the man?
Don’t hide your hand, you wanted to be a wrap-up fan
I ain’t Tweetin’, I ain’t leavin’ the ‘Gram
I’m Pusha Ting, remindin’ these niggas who the fuck I am, damn
Reminding you on who the fuck you are
You a comedian, we don’t come to you for bars
We straight, on top of that you fake
Nigga, you signed to G-Unit ten years too late
And what I’m ‘bout to say might piss New York off
But you one of the reasons that New York soft
A worker who could never be a New York boss
Smack that dirty fitted off your head, New York lost
Nigga, dead-ass son, I’m not the one
I heard back in your past you used to bust your gun
I give a fuck, nigga, I don’t care, have a seat, here’s a chair
No love over here, yeah, this the future
Now who the fuck get shot and make a tape called respect the shooter, huh
You a adlibber but that’s all you do
I can name 20 Brooklyn rappers more relevant than you
So stop fuckin’ with us, I go with Kane, B.I.G. and Jay, but that’s obvious
Buckshot, Tek and Steele, Rock and Ruck
Mos Def, Kweli, Masta Ace, Fabolous
Foxy, umm, Lil Kim and Cease
Skyzoo, Torae, oh Joell Ortiz
I’m with Joey BADA$$, ask AZ
M.O.P. would have told you you shouldn’t fuck with me
You sendin’ DMs like a thirty chick
And got mad when I asked your dirty-ass, “Who this?”
And you can guntalk all day, that’s yours
But you ain’t seein’ me with these goddamn bars
You’ll never say you took me
Before that happens, Young M.A. will give you some pussy
Nigga, you kept pushin’ so I had to play
But this type of shit happens everyday
And when you see me, you know what I’ma say
I was spreadin’ love, it’s the Virginia way, nigga

[Verse 1]
The coup came with a masseuse (Why you say that?)
That mean a masseuse massage me (yeah)
The bitch on IG with you (where she at now?)
With me now [?]
In the club i’m scraping the booth (VIP)
My glock on defense, it guard me
Pass the sprite imma pour me a deuce (activate)
25 for a pint, what they charge me
Speaking in the streets man I’m deep in (deep in)
I told my bitch she can’t be friends
That pussy a house go to sleep in
Dripping that sauce like i’m leaking
When she want it she demand it
She a lil savage like Randy (Randy)
You might get shot if I panic
I do my trick then I vanish (gone)
All of that 12 talking, it don’t move me
I’m over my head, my dawg, my Scooby
She text me here big head like i’m Stewie
I told her go fuck me good for some Louis
He got in that water Titanic (What happened?)
Left his ass slumped like [?]
I come and Debo some shit like i’m shook
You say you riding, that’s understood
I left some real niggas in the hood
I bring a mob with me if I could
How did this ever come to child support
What makes you think I don’t fuck with my lil boy
I can’t believe it like Ripleys
I’m getting molested by triplets
If you ain’t straight, keep your distance
Can’t stand the rain like Missy (Elliot)

[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now

[Verse 2]
I’m the one who keep the skreet button
Cheat code I got the easy button
These niggas left when they thought I was struggling
These bitches love me cuz they know I’m thugging (for sure)
She said she cry every night by my [?]
Tell her thank you I don’t appreciate it
I just want to burn your head, yeah and cremate you baby
I don’t want your relay
[?] told me they was plotting on me
Want to see me fall like the new year ball
Got to move like the president
And then second thought, I won’t move at all (What you doing?)
I’m smoking backwoods
Counting off backends so far I counted off 120
You talking all this shit, you ain’t about nun of this
I want all smoke 420
Ain’t no more [?] on my wave
I got the juice Ocean Spray
I put the dick in her face
I cannot save her like Mase
The bag getting bigger and bigger
No more time for these bitch ass niggas
Broke ass rappers and fake ass killers
No more sleeping on me, give me that pillow

[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now

Hahaha Ye
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull up (Skrr)
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Pull Up
Hop Out

Wait, Pull Up Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Ay Wait, Pull Up Hop Out, Yea I Got Good Weed
Make a Nigga Knockout
Pull up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Ay, Pull Up Pull Up
Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Nigga, Ay Pull Up Hop Out Ay

They Know What Im Doing (What Are You Doing)
Doin What Im Doin (What)
Pull Up Hop Out Wait
They Know What Im Doing
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Yea Yea

Bitch I Wasn’t Trapping Cause Its Cool
Lil Nigga I Was Trapping Cause I Had To
(Trapping Trapping)
Changed Schools Trapping Out The Bathroom
I Was in School I Was Trapping Out The Classroom Uh
Imma BK No Fast Food
I was in BK Selling All The Fast Food
(Trapping)
Uh Yea, Nigga Try To Diss Me?
Then The Audience will Come and Clap You

I Got It On Him
He Got It On Him
He Ain’t Finna Show It
And My Teeth is Closing
And I cannot Floss it
My Nigga Im Flossing
I Kick Your Bitch Out And I Think Im Chuck Norris
Look At My Pockets They look Like A Forrest
Nigga I Get In And Outta Town Uh
Ballin it in out of bounds Uh
Gotta Town I Go In Ay
I Go Way Above The Rim Uh
I Like To Drink On The Hennessy
Boy Thats Bombay I Be Drinking The Gin
And I Gotta Hit

Wait, Pull Up Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Ay Wait, Pull Up Hop Out, Yea I Got Good Weed
Make a Nigga Knockout
Pull up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Ay, Pull Up Pull Up
Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Nigga, Ay Pull Up Hop Out Wait

They Know What Im Doing (What Are You Doing)
Doin What Im Doin (What)
Pull Up Hop Out Wait
They Know What Im Doing
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Yea

She Know Every Single Word To My Song
God Damn I Ain’t Even Drop That Shit
(God Damn)
Niggas Talking Drop Top Whips
IDGAF I Ain’t Even Got That Shit
??? Shot that Shit Ay
Guns They Shot that Shit Ay
I was Fucking RNB Seems like God Damn
You See How I Pop That Bitch

Everything Changes
Nigga My Life Is Amazing
Yea I Got Money Its Raining
Im Only Counting Them Franklins
Nigga Im Banking Im Banking
I Call Chase Up And We Chase It
This Is My Life You Can’t Face It
I Used To Trap Out The Basement
(Im Trapping)

Wait, Pull Up Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Ay Wait, Pull Up Hop Out, Yea I Got Good Weed
Make a Nigga Knockout
Pull up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Ay, Pull Up Pull Up
Hop Out
Nigga Said Fuck School, Then I Went and Dropped Out
Nigga, Ay Pull Up Hop Out Wait

They Know What Im Doing (What Are You Doing)
Doin What Im Doin (What)
Pull Up Hop Out Wait
They Know What Im Doing
Pull Up Hop Out
Pull Up Hop Out
Yea

Yo, Trey Way
Replay that boy

[Chorus: Seqo Billy]
Tell em pop out where it’s litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
We’re on our own trip, Bengis at
Gansta party, that’s a Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red Stuy is where we really at

[Verse 1: Seqo Billy]
Billy up nigga, gimmie dat
Walk up in the spot like gimmie dat
Shit match, penny pack
All in designer, don’t skip a rack
Fit the scrap
Red chucks low cut, laces on the floor, I’m really 9 Tre
B hop all over nigga face if disrespect a case
Always red flag when I Billy Bop
Paint the town red, make the bitty hot
To City Grove
Triple my
Chuck it up, Soo Woo
Sound like a moose
Pockets triple fat, like a goose bubble
Goons touch you
And my apes gettin’ filthy
Shoutout to blaze
Roll around me no achilles
We don’t ever need no safety
Keep on shootin’ till his face bleeds
Nigga I put that on Stacey
All of my niggas I be with is Milly, they hold their own weight
We don’t bend, we don’t fold, we don’t break
I came to Cali to get Big Boy
I ain’t smoking no shake
Left shorty in Air BnB with all in her face

[Hook: Seqo Billy]
Tell em pop out where it’s litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
We’re on our own trip, Bengis at
Gansta party, that’s a Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red Stuy is where we really at
Billy up, Billy dat
Tell em pop out where it’s litty at
Really homie? Billy dat
We’re on our own trip, Bengis at
Gansta party, that’s a Fendi fact
Weed rolled, where the Henny at
Billy up, Billy dat
Red Stuy is where we really at
Billy up nigga, Billy dat