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[Verse 1: Offset]
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin’ light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it
Count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it
Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m O-Dog from Menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the Lord, forgive me (hey)

[Verse 2: TakeOff]
Pop me a missile (ayy)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Whole gang itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lenny
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail ’em
Which way? Dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Man it’s Gucci Mane the Goat
And I’m at these rappers throats
I’m like Scarface on a banana boat, I’m tryna keep afloat
Yeah it’s Wop the Guwopster
I live like a mobster
Eat shrimp and lobster
I flew in with a chopper
Breaking bread that’s my breakfast
Two bitches I’m so selfish
I wanna cut her off
Her head too good it got me helpless
Ya should feel embarrassed
I just touched down in Paris
My homie said he single but his side-bitches are married
Save some for the drama though
Guess I’m still the DJ
[?]
So I’m throwing cash and repay
Flush it on the freeway
Got cash [?] 3k
Countin’ cash for three days and all my pussy’s prepaid

[Intro]
Scum Gang

[Hook]
Niggas running out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50 so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon’ show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon’ pull up, nigga andale, on Sangre
We post up, we don’t do the race, you gon’ die today
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, my pockets on a running man, fuck a rubber-band
I’mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man
Need the drugs, I’m the xan man, I’m the damn man

[Verse]
I roll up I’m gon’ be booted, stupid, and shoot it stupid
Brought a knife, I brought a Ruger, stupid, I really do this
If I tote it then you know I shoot it, and I’mma prove it
Back back, don’t be moving stupid, or I’mma use it
Dicky stiffy, uh, that shit get some licky, uh
Lil bitty, uh, bust all on her titties, uh
She a skeeter, uh, really don’t need her, uh
Bust then I leave her, uh, she a little eater, uh
Get back, kickback, blow this shit back, uh
Flip that, kick that, flip that, send that, uh
223 hit, where your clothes at uh
Scum Gang bout that Fendi, fin-act, uh

[Hook]
Niggas running out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50 so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon’ show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon’ pull up, nigga andale, on Sangre
We post up, we don’t do the race, you gon’ die today
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, my pockets on a running man, fuck a rubber-band
I’mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man
Need the drugs, I’m the xan man, I’m the damn man

[Bridge]
You can talk hot on the internet boy
That’s that goofy shit we ain’t in to that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy
You can talk hot on the internet boy
That’s that goofy shit we ain’t in to that, boy
Black van, pull up to your momma crib, boy
Tie her up, drive that shit off a bridge, lil boy

[Hook]
Niggas running out they mouth but they never pop out
I got the drop on your spot, everybody watch out
All my niggas on 50 so you know we hopped out
Mobbed out, opps out, we gon’ show what we about
All my niggas really gang bang, talk that damn slang
Rap about it, do the same thing, let your nuts hang
We gon’ pull up, nigga andale, on Sangre
We post up, we don’t do the race, you gon’ die today
In the spot, blow 50 bands, shit, 100 bands
Shit, my pockets on a running man, fuck a rubber-band
I’mma fuck her in a handstand, she a fan man
Need the drugs, I’m the xan man, I’m the damn man

[Verse 1]
Look
Why when I do this shit they mad
When they do this shit they glad
On my way to get that bag
No discounts on 5th Ave.!
Black girl who’s angry
Media can’t stand me
I may never get this Grammy
But I’mma feed my family!
It’s just me and my bitches
Swear I just love when it don’t have to be ’bout no niggas
I get to be in my feelings
Talkin’ that talk, I’m bout to walk in my thoughts, listen!
Wuzzup with all you black women?
I date a black man named Idris
You say "[I’m] ghetto, he trippin,"
You’d rather him with white women
How you don’t like me, no
When you just like me, oh!
I know it must hurt
He fuck with me and he don’t want her!
That’s why I should be the bridge for you bitches
That’ll help you to get over these niggas!

[Bridge]
‘Cause I don’t trust no one like that
And I ain’t gotta get you back
I let God handle you hoes
Said a prayer for you on the low

[Chorus]
Wish I could be a Kardashian so I could be black
They ask if it’s real, I say it’s real fat
Don’t get caught up in facts ’cause ain’t shit real
And ain’t shit funny, so fuck how you feel!

[Verse 2]
O-o-o-ohhhhh
Why couldn’t Sylvia sign me over B5
Why all these percocets got me feelin’ so alive
I don’t know why-y-y
I gotta fuck with Blac Chyna
She’s such a lion, no Tyga
She’s just a constant reminder
Niggas will sponsor vagina
I ain’t trippin’, no
No time, I’m too busy gettin’ it on my own!

[Bridge]
‘Cause I don’t trust no one like that
And I ain’t gotta get you back
I let God handle you hoes
Said a prayer for you on the low

[Chorus]
Wish I could be a Kardashian so I could be black
Put my face over Pac, wear my braids to the back
Throw a filter on that, ’cause ain’t shit real
And ain’t shit funny, so fuck how you feel!

[Outro]
O-o-o-ohhhhh, oh
Wish I could be a Kardashian, so I could be black
Ooooh yeahhhh, oh…

[Hook]
Big chilling bank roll
Might roll to the bank leave with a bank roll
What happens stays here anything goes
It ain’t no rules anything goes
No more cuffs, chains gold
Had shit on smash every since I came home
Get it how you live nigga anything goes
What happen stays anything

[Verse 1]
Been that nigga but they looking like I just came in it
Ice on high beams hot box and big lane switching
We them niggas loud blowing loud shining can’t miss us
I dont aim for his trust me when I do I can’t miss
Watch your step slippery when wet wrist and chain dripping
I don’t talk just to talk but when I do it’s straightism
They ain’t here cause they couldn’t hear fuck who ain’t listen
I’m from Westside nigga Vegas heights you can’t visit
Life in 3D made it behind tint car a tp
Pull up on it treat D like a drug I got what she need
Tower sloppy still ain’t waste a drop she a neat freak
Work count up count up work power nap then repeat
Valet bring that coupe around let bitches lap up
It’s a marathon and still you niggas lapped up
I subtracted all the extras now its starting to add up
Guess who back? Going crazy call it chiropractic

[Hook]
Big chilling bank roll
Might roll to the bank leave with a bank roll
What happens stays here anything goes
It ain’t no rules anything
No more cuffs, chains gold
Had shit on smash every since I came home
Get it how you live nigga anything goes
What happen stays anything

[Verse 2]
I play my role as I roll my weed roll it to the seed
And I plan to do it bigger than my city ever seen
Don’t ignore all them intuition shit ain’t what it seems
Feel my door fill up and still its stuff and busting at the seam
Cut the check need whats mine nothing less
Henny shots to the head fuck a vest
Name one time that boy there wasn’t repping
Yeah they rock with a nigga to grave yeah to the death
Off that skunk you can smell funk
I don’t fuck with 12 shit unless they on my trunk
Chain swinging everything it’s like its getting drunk
Starting to see I am the nigga been that nigga from chuck

[Hook]
Big chilling bank roll
Might roll to the bank leave with a bank roll
What happens stays here anything goes
It ain’t no rules anything goes
No more cuffs, chains gold
Had shit on smash every since I came home
Get it how you live nigga anything goes
What happen stays anything

[Intro]
SOSA BABY..

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks, & that be the OG, just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

[Verse 1]
Please don’t cross the gun line, gon’ cost you your sunshine
And I got the D-line lookin’ like a lunch line
And today is payday, so you know it’s crunch time
Got my AR with me, that’s my lil sunshine
Pour that codeine up, it’s bout that get drunk time
You gon catch your deer, Imma go and hunt mine
Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies
Y’all my shorties so, when you see me say "What up Dad!"
Ain’t’ no puff, puff-pass, Boa I had a rough past
In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag
You know the streets is [?] Get stuck like a thumb tac
Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and getcho drum back

[Verse 2]
Ima pour this pint up in some lemon lime
You can get yo shit split, fuckin’ wit me n the guys
Mobbin with some big shit, don’t pay us no mind
Hit you wit’ some big hits, won’t take us no time
Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
Pockets be on be big bitch, I’m not even lyin’
This shit is off the fuckin dome, I’m not even tryin’
It ain’t hard to get up wit’ me, I’m not even hidin’
Bwoy that old ass Benz, you not even slidin’
Hit yo’ bitch from the back, she gone let me have it
Bitch I’m all about the dollas like I play with Dallas
Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
BANG
This shit is crazy..
I’m a 90’s baby, I know nothin’ bout the 80’s
Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
We was really warrin’, I looked up and God just saved me

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks; & that be the O.G. just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

BANG!