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[Intro]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Zay, I’ve been takin’ this shit all out the country, ya heard me?
Yeah, yeah, they fuck with dopeboys all over the country, ya heard me? Look
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
Ayy, they really fuck with us, like, in other countries and shit
They like the way we talk and shit

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been all around the world tryna put us on the map
I just got back from Dubai, they really fuckin’ with the trap
I just got back from U.K., I asked that nigga for a strap
>What’d he say?
He said, "You ain’t like them other niggas who rap"
I said, "I know I ain’t"
I just went to Film Festival, took my mans, free my dawg
Don’t make me fuck your bitch and take that ho to Cannes with me (your broad)
I like beaches, but I still bring the sand with me (with me)
I went to Paris, took a cool $300 grand with me (yeah)

[Chorus]
International Gotti (Gotti), like my hoes exotic (‘xotic)
Went and got a passport in case I catch a body (body)
I got Euros, I got Pounds, I’m a foreign hustler (I am)
The only thing I hate about it’s when I go through customs (damn)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, too many questions when I come back from a medical
I got that medical (woo)
I don’t do no misdemeanors, my shit Federal (Federal)
Took a trip to Medellín, that shit was hella snow
No winter, I’m talkin’ hella dope (hella dope)
Jimmy Henchman sent that shit through Interscope
Tony Montana put it on a banana boat (boat)
Seen the Coast Guard, threw it over, and let it float (float)

[Interlude]
Yeah, at the top of [?] right now
Ayy you know what I’m sayin’, like
Literally
Growin’ up we never thought like we could really leave the hood, like
Lookin’ down on you niggas, literally
Our zip code
Yeah, uh

[Verse 2]
Everything illusion, uh, don’t get confused with (yeah)
This shit you fuck with to trap (trap), but end up abusin’
Life good, nigga, brand strong, price high
Look at your life, nigga, money down, lights high (damn)
When blogs mention you sayin’ that Gotti into you (huh?)
Took you to different temperatures, yeah I like every inch of you (facts)
Youngsta ’bout to drop (drop), I’m ridin’ in a drop (top)
You tryna buy a watch (watch), I’m tryna buy the block (yup)
My lil’ nigga got a liger, tiger mixed with lion (facts)
Your lil’ nigga’s vision small, his OG’s were lyin’ (facts)
Yeah, you were raised to fail (fail), free Meek from jail (free my nigga)
The streets gon’ hold you down, my nigga, you bound to prevail (facts)

[Interlude]
Ayy, last time we were over here, I think me, you and Cardi B (facts)
Were stayin’ at the Versace and shit (facts)
It was my birthday, your birthday, we went up, yeah (facts)

[Verse 3]
Middle of the desert, shit feel like my hood (dry)
When the plug ain’t come, no insufficient funds (high)
I got a black card, but I keep a hundred grand
In a rubber band in honor of the dopeman
First London, then Dubai, then I went to France (France)
I want a Chinese bitch, I may go to Japan
Young rich prince nigga, from sellin’ yay (M)
I’m just wanted, nigga, CM10 on the way

[Verse 1]
I was on LSD when I saved that family
And I was on LSD at all the talk shows after
‘Cause Jackie slapped me at a family party last year
He mumbled something
I mumbled something back
Neither of us said anything after that
Neither of us said anything after that

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Verse 2]
Back at school I was anxious
Played it cool
Let other people do the stressing for me
I’m a fool to feel anxious
When something dies that’s it
It’s dead, I gotta let it be

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Post-Chorus]
Guided by confused light
I am guided by confused light
I see the future in mysterious ways
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Bridge]
I guess I’m older now
I guess I’m older now
I am caught in between who I am
And who I’m supposed to be
Everything’s confusing…
Everything’s confusing…
Everything’s confusing…
Everything’s confusing…

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Post-Chorus]
Guided by confused light
I am guided by confused light
I see the future in mysterious ways
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Intro: Tay-K & BlocBoy JB]
Gang, gang (bitch)
Five times seven bullets rip you apart
Beep, beep
Gang, gang
You know how the fuck we rockin’ man (know how the fuck we rock bitch)
Free Santana, man, free J Roc, free Sticky
Free Pimpyz, man (free Pimpyz, bitch)
Free Tay-K
Gang

[Chorus: Tay-K]
You-you-you was on some opp shit
I was cruisin’ down a nigga block with the chopstick
Rockstar nigga, now I need a rock bitch
We want beef, not veggies, not squash, bitch
That-that-that boy like to talk (gang), we popped out with mops
You gon’ shoot a little, we gon’ shoot a lot
I rock out with the chop, bitch, I rock very hard (very hard)
She thought it was my cock but my Glock very hard

[Verse 1: Tay-K]
School was very hard (gang), bitch, I’m very hard (gang)
Tay-K very hard (hard), Tay-K fairly off
Chop-chop-chopper with a blade, ’cause my bitch goth
1911, Ma I’ll leave you with a scar
My mama so hard (gang), my daddy go hard (gang)
Tay-K fairly odd, Tay-K very hard
This thooka is my wand, Tay-K fairly odd
Chopper with a blade, it’s gon’ rip you apart
You’s a monkey nigga, so we knock your tree apart (bitch)
Bullets aim far, bullets aim far

[Refrain: Tay-K & BlocBoy JB]
Tay-K very hard, Tay-K very hard (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’m very hard, (hard)
Bitch, I’m very hard (that’s on my mama)

[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
Rock like a guitar (‘tar)
Drive down on a all-white (huh), smokin’ in this car (car)
We gon’ smoke ’em like a ‘gar (‘gar)
.9 and a TEC (TEC), leave a nigga wet (wet)
Smokin’ so much gas (gas, gas, gas), I think that I can fuel a jet
You niggas are nothin’ but some workers (workers)
Internet lurkers (lurkers), searchers (searchers), stay up out my circle (my circle)
He talk down on internet, hurt him
Murk him (hurt), dirt him (hurt)
White tee, bitch, I ought to serve him
Careful with an opp bitch
AR-15 and that ho come with a stock, bitch (stock, bitch)
Bloc Nation, nigga (nigga), so I need a Block bitch (Block bitch)
He was talkin’ trash, put his ass in the garbage (garbage)

[Chorus: Tay-K]
You-you-you was on some opp shit
I was cruisin’ down a nigga block with the chopstick
Rockstar nigga, now I need a rock bitch
We want beef, not veggies, not squash, bitch
That-that-that boy like to talk (gang), we popped out with mops
You gon’ shoot a little, we gon’ shoot a lot
I rock out with the chop, bitch, I rock very hard (very hard)
She thought it was my cock but my Glock very hard

[Refrain: Tay-K]
Tay-K very hard, Tay-K very hard
Bitch, I’m very hard, bitch, I’m very hard

[Intro]
You know what I’m saying?
We just on some H town, Texas shit, that’s all
So, our City
Daddy Houston

[Verse 1]
I’m in the Cadillac, with my bling on
Pinky ring on, my whole team on
And we on this throne, I’m talking King Kong
Spit game, so cold, I need a mink on
Ha, rest in peace to the parking lot
It’s a quarter mil, sitting in my parking spot, hey
Grew up on that cash money so I stunt a lot
This my Sunday car, this ain’t the only one I got
Say lil’ momma come roll with a real nigga
Roll a fatty while you roll with a real nigga
Hit it all night, next day you still with her. we good
If you could roll a good J, I can chill with ya’ Thugga

[Chorus]
Rest in peace to the parking lot
It’s a quarter mil, sitting in my parking spot
Grew up on that cash money so I stunt a lot
This my Sunday car, this ain’t the only one I got
Rest in peace to the parking lot
It’s the cleanest slab sitting in my parking spot
Grew up on that S.U.C so I swang a lot
This my Sunday car, this ain’t the only slab I got, moment of silence

[Verse 2]
Rest in Peace to the parking lot
Take some wire wheels partner, I don’t ride, stop
Bass not banging, screw top, 2Pac
If you think I’m thinking ’bout you, I think not
Fresh feet, fresh kicks and a phat knot
Panoramic roof open to air out the pot
Wood grain, matching Rollie no tip top
Full of rocks and you can bet that I keep the Glock
With one cock
So keep my name out your jacking plot
When you riding clean all the boppers bound to flop
And when you kiling boys, guaranteed to hate us not
If you looking for me I’ll be dripping candy with the Trump pop
Rest in Peace

[Chorus]
Rest in peace to the parking lot
It’s a quarter mil, sitting in my parking spot
Grew up on that cash money so I stunt a lot
This my Sunday car, this ain’t the only one I got
Rest in peace to the parking lot
It’s a candy slab sitting in my parking spot
Grew up on that S.U.C so I swang a lot
This my Friday car, this ain’t the only one I got

[Outro]
Know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
One time for them slab riders (slab riders)
Moving through the motherfuckin’ city looking good
Keep swangin’ (keep swangin’)

[Sample]
When you gonna realize money is the king of the land
The color of your skin doesn’t matter when you got it in your hand

[Verse 1: Illa Ghee]
I got that feeling to clap
A young black Bob Dylan of rap
You can fill in the gap
Sacrilegious, dick in the mouth of bad bitches
It’s cool when it’s G Rap on roads to riches
On fleek when I tilt my own beep, beep I’m vicious
Deep with the bullets I speak sleeps your mistress
No assistance, ghetto icing on the sentence
I’m different, pissing on the world from a distance

[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Alejandro!
Metal detect
Detect metal, level your set
Benevolent and legit, I’m the exceptional vet
The vet sent death threat direct express
One way ticket to hell, jail, fuck with the best
P, boss with a violent past
Break north, get lost like the Tribe of Shabazz
Knowledge 120
Breaking compounds down the brolic gun dummy
P!

[Chorus: Rim]
The viking, the Brother Mouzone
Get your thoughts thrown from verbal to hand chrome
Rap predators don’t get caught in the feeding
It’s Mic Tyson writing social graffiti
The viking, the Brother Mouzone
Get your thoughts thrown from verbal to hand chrome
Rap predators don’t get caught in the feeding
It’s Mic Tyson writing social graffiti

[Verse 3: Sean Price]
Ravaging the booth rapping shit
Savage in pursuit of happiness
I don’t co-sign with some poor thoughts
Of bitch niggas eating collard greens with salt pork
This is the onslaught
The fifth have you rocking on the shit that your son brought
Glad to meet ya
Push your wig back you got alopecia
P!

[Verse 4: Illa Ghee]
Master Illa massacre
Move at any matter it don’t matter
Illa is better than competitor
Your chatterbox get boxed in and brain splattered
Rain [?]
Pain captured in my vein
Cocaine like metaphors
Aim high in plain sight
Poke her on a plane pipe put in your dame
Got a .44 focus on your fame slain the predator
Legendary, I’m every murder inside America

[Chorus: Rim]
The viking, the Brother Mouzone
Get your thoughts thrown from verbal to hand chrome
Rap predators don’t get caught in the feeding
It’s Mic Tyson writing social graffiti
The viking, the Brother Mouzone
Get your thoughts thrown from verbal to hand chrome
Rap predators don’t get caught in the feeding
It’s Mic Tyson writing social graffiti

[Sample]
Because I am so cool…
Cool…
Cool…
Cool…