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[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

[JT the Bigga Figga]
Man I devour emcees, spittin verses over trees
Have a motherfucker lookin for me overseas
Turnin G’s to millions, the millions into billions
Cuz I’m tryna make this shit happen for my children
The twins, got me on the hustle after ends
All in the wind and keep far from the pen
Here we go again (go again) the Hen’ got a nigga tilted
Bent like L-Bone so the competition quilted
I spilt it, worldwide to all the newses
Fuckin with this, ya loose it – get a verbal bruisin
You know pursuin the paper, treat my destiny
So if ya next to me ya better be about it
To put yourself in jepordy cuz shit done got crowded
I can’t allow it, mob shit bitch can’t live without it
Somehow found it unbelievable to be unbeatable
In my eyes, facin competition we unseeable
I’m finna see a bid so please
Man we can see the final finishes
My team; a lot like acid, leavin shit sizzlin
Rockin straight jean suits and Timberlands
With a hollow for you, penalty for disrespectin
Even then get a testin, my westcoast connection
We rippin fleshes, tearin intestines out of chestes
Bitch! (bitch!) bitch.. (bitch) ya know

[Hook] – 2X
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud

[The Commisiona]
Yeah
I just got off the private plane, doin a show with the Big and Tel
Tired as hell, we happy to be back in Pimp City
Thinkin about the night before at the show
We had the whole party Get Low on the flo’
Happy to ball, ghetto stars, the other side of the globe
Gettin jiggy, makin the crowd astonished the way we minglin
Got it locked now, keepin it locked down
Niggas lookin at us like we some suckas from outta town
I didn’t trip though, till I seen one of them niggas
Slip this other nigga a pistol
I called my kin, told them to bring the bulletproof camel
With the black revolver – they lookin at us like we shystie
Outta towners glass ballers, and I guess some of these niggas flawless
He said, "No problem, I’ll be there in less than five whole minutes"
Time is timid, so bring the bulletproof vest too
After I got off the stage, niggas were scarin hoes with a penis
Nigga believe this, I ain’t lyin, man that’s it we film it

[Hook] – 2X
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud

[Guce]
Slidin in my two-thousand Caddy
Sweepin up the change from the block
When the Glock shot, it’s all day everyday – we bang
E-B-K, get yo’ wig pushed from the cake
We ride southside, westcoast on mind
Kiss the motherfuckin fo’ five
Hit him up Mobbalotti, runnin from the one time
Get Paid Mafia, shinin like diamonds
The Cardier make a hoe stare
Dick bustin through yo’ pussy hair
Ghetto celebrity, thuggin till the death of me
Drinkin bullies with the gang, westcoast connect mayne
Blow a tree to maintain, do assault for petty change
Money over bitches, ridin on dubs, these bitches
From Highgrove to hittin switches
Get Paid, all about the cheddar, square-ass nigga
Hatin on a playa – the mob gon’ getcha
Split ya, rippin yo’ pockets on the regular
I’m that nigga that you scared of!

[Hook] – 2X
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud

[JT the Bigga Figga]
Man I devour emcees, spittin verses over trees
Have a motherfucker lookin for me overseas
Turnin G’s to millions, the millions into billions
Cuz I’m tryna make this shit happen for my children
The twins, got me on the hustle after ends
All in the wind and keep far from the pen
Here we go again (go again) the Hen’ got a nigga tilted
Bent like L-Bone so the competition quilted
I spilt it, worldwide to all the newses
Fuckin with this, ya loose it – get a verbal bruisin
You know pursuin the paper, treat my destiny
So if ya next to me ya better be about it
To put yourself in jepordy cuz shit done got crowded
I can’t allow it, mob shit bitch can’t live without it
Somehow found it unbelievable to be unbeatable
In my eyes, facin competition we unseeable
I’m finna see a bid so please
Man we can see the final finishes
My team; a lot like acid, leavin shit sizzlin
Rockin straight jean suits and Timberlands
With a hollow for you, penalty for disrespectin
Even then get a testin, my westcoast connection
We rippin fleshes, tearin intestines out of chestes
Bitch! (bitch!) bitch.. (bitch) ya know

[Hook] – 2X
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud

[The Commisiona]
Yeah
I just got off the private plane, doin a show with the Big and Tel
Tired as hell, we happy to be back in Pimp City
Thinkin about the night before at the show
We had the whole party Get Low on the flo’
Happy to ball, ghetto stars, the other side of the globe
Gettin jiggy, makin the crowd astonished the way we minglin
Got it locked now, keepin it locked down
Niggas lookin at us like we some suckas from outta town
I didn’t trip though, till I seen one of them niggas
Slip this other nigga a pistol
I called my kin, told them to bring the bulletproof camel
With the black revolver – they lookin at us like we shystie
Outta towners glass ballers, and I guess some of these niggas flawless
He said, "No problem, I’ll be there in less than five whole minutes"
Time is timid, so bring the bulletproof vest too
After I got off the stage, niggas were scarin hoes with a penis
Nigga believe this, I ain’t lyin, man that’s it we film it

[Hook] – 2X
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud

[Guce]
Slidin in my two-thousand Caddy
Sweepin up the change from the block
When the Glock shot, it’s all day everyday – we bang
E-B-K, get yo’ wig pushed from the cake
We ride southside, westcoast on mind
Kiss the motherfuckin fo’ five
Hit him up Mobbalotti, runnin from the one time
Get Paid Mafia, shinin like diamonds
The Cardier make a hoe stare
Dick bustin through yo’ pussy hair
Ghetto celebrity, thuggin till the death of me
Drinkin bullies with the gang, westcoast connect mayne
Blow a tree to maintain, do assault for petty change
Money over bitches, ridin on dubs, these bitches
From Highgrove to hittin switches
Get Paid, all about the cheddar, square-ass nigga
Hatin on a playa – the mob gon’ getcha
Split ya, rippin yo’ pockets on the regular
I’m that nigga that you scared of!

[Hook] – 2X
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots – it ain’t no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud