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[Intro]
Yeah, ooh
Yeah, damn

[Chorus]
Poppin’ a bean (ooh, yeah)
I lost my spleen (oh, yeah)
You ever been so fucked up? (damn)
I lost all my friends, they broke trust, yo (yeah, yo)
Never saw myself up in the limelight
Switched up, too fly, oh naw hater
Crashed the whip, I’ll see you later
My whip red, it stay Darth Vader
I been telling all y’all this
So y’all gon’ act like I’m not big
Like how the fuck I get this far?
How the fuck I drive this car?

[Verse]
Heartbreak soldiers
Xanarchy militia
And I’m coming vicious
Come and take a picture
Yeah, you know I’m up
Now you say you know
What’s up or down
Yeah, ayy, yeah
I might just run up a check on a bitch though, yeah
That bitch suck dick, she go down, she go deep-throat
I’m tired of y’all people telling me evil things
Xanarchy, Xanarchy

[Chorus]
Poppin’ a bean (ooh, yeah)
I lost my spleen (oh, yeah)
You ever been so fucked up? (damn)
I lost all my friends, they broke trust, yo (yeah, yo)
Never saw myself up in the limelight
Switched up, too fly, oh naw hater
Crashed the whip, I’ll see you later
My whip red, it stay Darth Vader
I been telling all y’all this
So y’all gon’ act like I’m not big
Like how the fuck I get this far?
How the fuck I drive this car?

[Intro]
Uhh
You know I come from a city of sorrow, man
Ugly introduction, red snow
Heartaches, heartbreaks, headache, look

[Verse 1]
Growin’ up it wasn’t no joke, ‘member all we had was hope
Nigga all we did was soak, no detergent, wasn’t no soap
I caught on to my environment, I had to, I had to grow
Thought she asked if could see, but she really want some smoke
I’ve been stepped on, pushed over, pissed at, shot
I’ve been bitch slapped, only by the police with my handcuffs
I’ve been spit at, smell the piff’ all on me, know you got it
Where that shit at?
In the back seat of the Crown, thinkin’ ’bout my homie Kobe
Why you walk off from the crowd? Bro you let me down
‘Member mornings, I’d call you ’til you pour me up
Even though I’m broke as fuck, bro know you never let me down
Why you let me down? (why you let me down?)
See me countin’ all these racks, you lookin’ at me now
See me fuckin’ off at Sak’s, in and out Maybachs
Most of all ain’t like these actors, lying in all they raps
Ooh I’m nothing like these rappers, lining all the acts
I spit all the facts

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out it’s dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancin’
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

[Verse 2]
I’m that nigga’ now, don’t roll no Swishers now
I’ma spend at least 250 when I’m gettin’ high
‘Member drinkin’ up six ounces just to get me by
I stopped sippin’ on the deuce, that shit wasn’t gettin’ me high
Now I’m riding to the clip, jumpin’ on G5’s
‘Member puttin’ on the 15, rollin’ up three fives
‘Member doing shows and features, splittin’ it with my guys
Stickin’ to the G-code, didn’t see nothin’ wrong in my eyes
I looked the devil right in the eyes and saw my niggas die
Can’t get caught at the light, I wrote that song and I cried
I ain’t emotional, you know me, that’s another joint for Kobe
Smokin’ 50 grams of OG, 420 just for brodie
I’ma wish you happy b-day, tell the world to smoke the dodi
Look like everyday our birthday, Dolce, Louie, ‘Sace, Balmain
Bitches wanna’ tag alongside, your little hoe got all the jaw game
She want me to fuck it raw, gang, I ain’t trying fuck at all, gang

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

[Intro]
Ayy Twenty
Hella kush with this Louis V du-rag
Blue Benz, I just pulled off with the paper tags
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
24hrs…
And… hold up, hold up, hold up

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 1]
Light wrist, right wrist my shit like a crisis
Diamonds on my left flooded, hope that you can swim, bitch
And we make a movie every time so you should film this
Me and Oscar in Vancouver riding in a limo
I don’t wanna hear your SoundCloud or your demo
I just got to hip to Twenty, damn lil’ bitch you super late
Everything a film to me, my lifestyle like a Super 8
Twenty, Twenty, Twenty, hold up you know he gon’ eat the beat
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, you know he gon’ sit with me
She gon’ throw it back for me
I hit your ho, look back for me
Throwed her like it’s cee-lo, touch down in the T.O
She said, "Twenty you ain’t no good, saw you brought out Roy Wood$"

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 2]
Put her in an Uber, she ain’t never got the address
Dropped 5 bands on the YSL leather dress
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, they know Twenty is a customer
We went to Coachella, man hurry, all the drugs with her
Pop back, pop back, know a young nigga gon’ play this
She said, "Twenty, oh my God, my favorite
I think you might make it in my playlist"
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, fuck a young nigga to the playlist
Turn up, turn up, shawty just work that day shift
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Outro]
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Like I knew you would
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Show me somethin’ good
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
I’ma throw these ones
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
You the chosen one

[Intro]
Ayy Twenty
Hella kush with this Louis V du-rag
Blue Benz, I just pulled off with the paper tags
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
24hrs…
And… hold up, hold up, hold up

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 1]
Light wrist, right wrist my shit like a crisis
Diamonds on my left flooded, hope that you can swim, bitch
And we make a movie every time so you should film this
Me and Oscar in Vancouver riding in a limo
I don’t wanna hear your SoundCloud or your demo
I just got to hip to Twenty, damn lil’ bitch you super late
Everything a film to me, my lifestyle like a Super 8
Twenty, Twenty, Twenty, hold up you know he gon’ eat the beat
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, you know he gon’ sit with me
She gon’ throw it back for me
I hit your ho, look back for me
Throwed her like it’s cee-lo, touch down in the T.O
She said, "Twenty you ain’t no good, saw you brought out Roy Wood$"

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 2]
Put her in an Uber, she ain’t never got the address
Dropped 5 bands on the YSL leather dress
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, they know Twenty is a customer
We went to Coachella, man hurry, all the drugs with her
Pop back, pop back, know a young nigga gon’ play this
She said, "Twenty, oh my God, my favorite
I think you might make it in my playlist"
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, fuck a young nigga to the playlist
Turn up, turn up, shawty just work that day shift
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Outro]
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Like I knew you would
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Show me somethin’ good
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
I’ma throw these ones
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
You the chosen one

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
(4 Hunnid), oh yeah, oh yeah
[?]
Yeah
[?] (so)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign & Bongo By The Way]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
Bongo By The Way

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb’)
Fuck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding ’round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking about all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly to a play with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I’m just misunderstood

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain’t coming home tonight (home)

[Verse 2: YG]
(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (skrt)
I’m on jet ski’s with naked bitches
Give my last city naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That’s how, you know, when it’s all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I’m doing all that
I tell her I’m not, she like, YG, you a thot

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & YG]
I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4 Hunnid, ah), I’m just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: YG]
Yeah, yeah
A hundred times, told her, I was gon’ stop
But it’s kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It’s kind of hard, when you’re making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop
Yeah

[Hook]
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain’t coming home tonight (home)