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I know it’s a little old-fashioned,
Holding hands, now start your romancin’,
Show me all your flaws,

Show me your bear claws,
Go rip your heart out tonight.
You don’t have to be cool to make me shiver,
Look in my eyes, can I make this any clearer?

Just a late-night girl, calling to the phone,
She never really loved you so just leave her alone,
your mama says it’s over when you come through the door,
Saying "that’s enough of you now won’t you shut your mouth",
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go,
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go.

You say goodbye as if you’re leaving on a plane,
You’ve seen the clouds and how the shapes are so strange,
But not a boy in the backseat, staying in the backseat,
Tryin’ to make sense of it all,
Saying "we were such a good thing, we were such a good thing,
how could you let this fall?"
Take all my money and meet me on the sidewalk,
If you don’t show then I’ll know.

Just a late-night girl, calling to the phone,
She never really loved you so just leave her alone,
Your mama says it’s over when you come through the door,
Saying "that’s enough of you now won’t you shut your mouth",
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go,
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go.
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go,
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go,
Show me all your flaws, show me your bear claws,
Go rip your heart out tonight.

You’re just a late-night girl, calling to the phone,
She never really loved you so just leave her alone,
Your mama says it’s over when you come through the door,
Saying "that’s enough of you now won’t you shut your mouth,
that’s enough of you, kid, now you’re going South, love."
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go,
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go,
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go,
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go (go rip your heart out tonight),
Eh, woah, I’ll never let you go.

[Intro: Lil Durk & Ralo]
Let’s get it pussy
Yeah
Dope
OTF
You know how we rockin’ nigga, only the Famgoon shit
Only the Famgoon nigga
Haha
Hey Durk
Turn up

[Verse 1: Ralo]
OG, I’m with OTF and you know we verse anybody
Durk told me that they forgot, he think they forgot about it
Hop out we reminding niggas, who the fuck behind these niggas?
Fuck whoever signed these niggas, we shoot whoever ridin’ with ‘em

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I’m hanging with the robbers and the scammers
I’ma put a pint inside a Fanta
Only the Famgoon, fuck these rappers
Big dinosaur four-five like a raptor
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ralo told a nigga slide to Pakistan
Got my niggas with me so you know we packed the van
Blood in my eyes like I’m Fifty man
Started with a million, that’s how I’ma end

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Started with a million we end with a billion
Everything changed when we came in the building
Having this paper, one hell of a feeling
Fuck with Lil Durk and my niggas start killing
Just left out the back and we flew to Chiraq
I promised Lil Durk we wouldn’t ever look back
And we get them racks and we split it up
Won’t none of these niggas be big as us
You keep it loyal, I do the same
Tell on my team when I lose a game
He was talkin’ ‘til that Uzi came
Run your mouth, we start shootin’ things
We ain’t never lettin’ shit slide
We ain’t never gon’ switch sides
I get money, I don’t get tired
Go get your own and stop dick ridin’

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
First ran a band off street money
Had to trap up on that three some’
Lean, percocets, xanny (drugs)
Yeah I just had a threesome
I can’t wait ‘til they make the fifty shot for the four-five Glock
Got out early for my case, you been fighting years, you a cop
Real name Durk, you can call me Mustafa (Abdul Malik)
I don’t know no niggas, I don’t know who shot ya
Run up on his ass like, I got ya
Real street niggas don’t go off gossip

[Verse 5: Ralo]
We don’t go off gossip nigga
Talkin’ shit and we gon’ pop a nigga
I walk in the club with a lot of niggas
That’s how you know it’s a lot of pistols
We never playin’ no peekaboo
We never lyin’ on interviews
You know that you was a bitch in school
I was that nigga that pick on you
I’m the nigga that’ll take your lunch
We gon’ take his shit for say what you want
You know that I was the bully
Ain’t nobody stood up to me
Ain’t no nigga said shit to me
You can ask the nigga next to me
They don’t never send threats of me
They don’t want a nigga neck tooken

[Verse 6: Lil Durk]
Alexander Wang belt, hot boy like Wayne ‘nem
I might OD off the painkillers
In the trenches with the same niggas
I be turn up with the fashion shit
Mouth shut so don’t ask me shit
MAC with the cooler attached to it
You know I ain’t with that lackin’ shit
In my circle ain’t no lames
Cartiers with the gold frames
Three-nine like a soul train
Got a soul plane like Snoop in it
Dummy bags with the woop in it
Crib big, put a hoop in it
Garage big, put the coupe in it
Off the jigga, got the moon whippin’

[Verse 7: Ralo]
We do not rent out apartments
We go and buy up the complex
She better not get in this Corvette
We gonna have us some car sex
We walk in the club and we flood it out
I bought the Rollie and flood it out
Baby mama used to cut me out
Now we ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout
We ain’t worried ‘bout another nigga
You see he got all his brothers with him
That’s why the streets really love a nigga
‘Cause we ain’t none’ like these other niggas
We don’t fuck with the other side
They gon’ make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon’ be a double homicide
It’s Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain’t did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we do to these niggas
We ain’t that cool with these niggas
We do not move with these niggas
We do not fool with these niggas

[Outro: Ralo]
That shit there crazy Durk
That motherfucker go crazy
That the outro, we out
Famgoon! OTF
Ralo LaFlare

[Intro]
Earl on the beat
Like any problems, is there any problems
Yeah, yeah
Jeffery
Lil Boat

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Thug]
Is there any problems (any problems)
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (yeah, yeah)
And they filled with hollows (brrt, brrt)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat!)
Country Thomas made Billy a promise (okay)
Ayy, say he never let a bitch divide their commas (facts)
Before they got rich they was some roadrunners
Puttin’ pipe in niggas’ bitches like a full plumber
They think a nigga stupid, I’ma act dumber (act dumber)
The whip seen more donuts than the nigga Homer (skrrt)
Ayy, drop her off at 5ths, tell her take a trip (take a trip)
Then I take her back home and nut on her lips

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Any problems
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (pew pew)
And they filled with hollows (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Catch me fucking on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Catch me fucking on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Bitch, these flooded Pateks on me
Can’t buy all that (woah, woah, woah)
Flyer than a eagle and a seagull and I’m on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Left wrist sittin’ on bricks (woah, woah, woah)
I’ll put these racks on your kids (woah, woah, woah)
Know you got a real big bag, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You think about a Jag, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’re poppin’ these tags, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
Makin’ love to the dick, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll slurp a nigga’s dick, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll squirt in my bed, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll suck it through the fence, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll swallow my kids, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
Won’t you?
I was on a helicopter
Cartier like binoculars
I was feedin’ a bitch lobsters
Santan’ like Dockers
I was drinkin’ too much, err
We was killin’ baller blockers
I was drippin’ in Nautica, err, err, err

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Is it any problems
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (pew pew)
And they filled with hollows (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits