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[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

[Verse 1: Offset]
Yeah, put on the Patek, poppin’ xannys, I’m an addict
Break the mattress with a baddie on the addy
Diamonds flashing, need some glasses for the flashing, yeah
Michael Jackson with this fashion, bitch I’m dabbin’, yeah
All of this shit on purpose got these bitches slurpin’
All your pockets on hurting, nigga you can be my servant
Go to the lot and young nigga don’t lease it, I purchase
After I cut off a thot I give her some money for service (here)
Wherever I go the whole gang gon’ go, yeah (gang)
You cannot tame the ho because you want fame for sure (tame)
You think that you rich ’cause you got a hundred or more
I got an over overload like I just sold my soul
I, pour up a four, a liter, I got the stripes, Adidas
I got a foreign mamacita and I been known to beat it (mama)
Niggas ain’t goin’ defeated, we get the guns immediate
Don’t burn in the coupe, it’s an Italy
These niggas is broke and it’s pitiful

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Yeah, Kim Jong, yeah big bombs (21)
Wonder Bread man, make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)
Audemars Piguet flooded, got my wrist numb (bling)
Grab the hitstick, nigga tryna blitz some’
Dope boy, dope boy, I sell coke boy (21)
You broke ass rappers food, it’s a po boy (21)
Everybody the same, all these niggas sound alike (dick riders)
Fox 5 gang, turn you to a candlelight
Bitch boy I’m a mobster, shrimp in my pasta
Jamaican Don Dada, hang ’round the shottas
Mad Max nigga, yeah I hang with the killers (21)
Planet of the Apes, yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)
I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)
You a fuckboy, we ain’t with the horseplay (bitch)
Shrimp ass nigga, did you do your chores today? (21)
Do you wanna take a ride with the coroner today? (21)

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Drop from the heavens straight in the wild (yeah)
Trunk in the front, top gotta slide
Ride suicides, we keep this shit alive (yeah)
Jumping out the public houses, don’t you come outside
(Straight up)
Private status, tryna land the jet at Magic (how you goin’?)
Goin’ way up, on my way to cut through traffic (what you poppin’)
Pop the seal and pop the bean, I need the balance (pop it, pop it)
Bloody ass is what I’m seeing, it’s way too graphic
Watch your fingers ’cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)
Broke, you ain’t us, we don’t speak that language
On the couches
Tom Cruise, I’ma make her see, she snort a mountain
Rackades on the outfit will make her bounce it
Good drank my life yeah, CPR my pipe, yeah
Please need the energy, only got a night, yeah (it’s lit)
Nike boys, we don’t do three stripes (yeah)
I’m living for my niggas that do life, yeah

[Chorus: Offset]
Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek)
We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey)
Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)
Drug dealers in the Mulsanne, at the top of the food chain (hey)
Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah), no gang, shooter with no name
We can play toll games, the whole gang, kick in your door man

[Intro]
Free my niggas out the can
Nigga, this that crazy man
I ain’t even put no effort, crazy man

[Verse]
Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
See the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude
If you think I fuck with that lil hoe, then you a fool
I ain’t got no education, I dropped out of school
No security with me so I’m strapped up with that tool
Try to take my jewelry off and you gon’ make the news
Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22
Audemar Piguet, coulda’ went and bought a school
Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes
Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit
I just took a loss so I’m goin’ on a heist
Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike
Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight
Thunder in my clip, fuck around get hit with light

Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude

[Intro]
Undercover Prodigy
Come on!

[Verse 1]
Look, I ain’t gon’ lie to you motherfuckers, I’m bad business
I ain’t that industry nigga who always ass-kissin’
I got mad disses for anybody who askin’ and
Y’all can sit and pout as you watch how I handle cash gettin’
And bitch, I made hits, day to day in the basement
Slavin’ away, playin’ the game, makin’ my name fizz
And lowkey I been checkin’ to see how Dame is
And without Hop, I’m sorry nigga, you ain’t shit
Do somethin’, got you goose bumpin’
Who fuckin’ with me? I’m rude, rugged and lovin’ intrude ruckus
Too stubborn, I got the motherfuckin’ juice chuggin’
You think you runnin’ shit but you really my cute puppet
Just danglin’ from a string, I was made to disrupt the peace
Don’t care if you poppin’, bitch, you basic as fuck to me
I’ve been labeled a fuckin’ beast, it’s a fatal corrupt disease
Don’t be callin’ tryna sit for a bagel and cup of tea, my nigga

[Hook]
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Fuck around and break you off proper
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
You don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Savage!

[Verse 2]
I’m the dirty scoundrel, livin’ life on the down-low
I’ve been to Hell, I sat with the man of the household
My heart froze, but you don’t wanna know how cold
I feel like the one, but I ain’t what you should count on
Buckle up, nigga! Have a blast, I’m an avalanche
Mashin’ fans down on your master plan with a planned attack
It’s like a massive pack of elephants, charge you with cataracts
So call an ambulance, I’m the straw that just broke the camel’s back
You don’t want problems, I’m serious, I am too sick (yeah, yeah)
I promise I ain’t delirious, I can prove it (yeah, yeah)
Think twice, nigga, I’m eerie as Tyson’s toothpick
Undercover Prodigy, visualize the movement, nigga
This is a brand new side of me that’s emergin’
Evil and purgin’, I am more deceivin’ in person
Screamin’ and cursin’, fuck the world with penis insertions
I’ma feel this way until the day I’m leavin’ this Earth, man

[Hook]
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Fuck around and break you off proper
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
You don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Savage!

[Chorus]
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
I can show you the way if you want to know
Witch doctor, witch doctor
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
Somebody better call the witch doctor (witch doctor)
Wi-wi-wi-witch doctor!

[Verse 3]
Listen, I ain’t gon’ pretend to be the best
I don’t give a fuck about ever being politically correct
Look at the fans that all my misery has blessed
As long as I’m breathin’ I ain’t gon’ give emcees a rest
Music can make a struggle seem cool — it’s not
Do you know what the fuck I’ve been through? A lot
There is an evil me that speaks to me every evening
I tried to get rid of him but he rules my thoughts

[Hook]
Ooh, you don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Fuck around and break you off proper
You gon’ need to see the fuckin’ witch doctor (sangoma)
Nigga, peep game, no shame, I won’t ever change
You don’t want the backlash
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!
Slow down, nigga!
Why you actin’ like a badass? Slow down, nigga!

[Chorus]
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
I can show you the way if you want to know
Witch doctor, witch doctor
Soek jy ‘n sangoma, soek jy ‘n sangoma, a sangoma
Savage!
Somebody better call the witch doctor (witch doctor)
Wi-wi-wi-witch doctor!

I want to thank the storm that brought the snow (uh uh)
Thanks to the string of lights that make it glow (uh)
But I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
It barely took a breath to realize
We’re gonna be a classic for all time
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
Sweet gingerbread made with molasses
My heart skipped and I reacted
Can’t believe that this is happening
Like a present sent from God
Sleigh bells singing hallelujah
Stars are shining on us, too
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
Thought I was done for, thought that love had died
But you came along I swear you saved my life
And I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
Sweet gingerbread made with molasses
My heart skipped and I reacted
Can’t believe that this is happening
Like a present sent from God
Sleigh bells singing hallelujah
Stars are shining on us, too
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
I never thought I’d find a love like this
But I found forever in that very first kiss
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas
Oh oh (oh thank you baby)
I wanna thank you, baby
You make it feel like Christmas

(Traxamillion)
Mistah F.A.B

[Verse 1]
This one for the king of the super duper
Keak get well, we gon’ shit like a pooper scooper
I’m ridin’ for you, brodie, like a super Uber
Super Soaker on deck, we got stupid shooters
Far as hyphy go, I ain’t gon’ let it die
Couldn’ta left it in the hands of a better guy
Fetty Wap on the game, lookin’ with my better eye
Tech grind, Chevron gas, unleaded, ah
Turned back up like a nigga never turned down
Hyphy like when a hood nigga get turned down (Fuck you, bitch)
From a bad bitch, fuck a bitch, I get the bag quick
Still cheezy-weezy, broke niggas on that mad shit
Bitch said she over me, then why the hell you textin’ then?
Brodie actin’ like a bitch, too much estrogen
"Fabby Davis, oh my god, you’re back, yo, we love you!"
We on that hyphy shit again, uhhh, fuck you

[Chorus]
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

[Verse 2]
Hey, I don’t think they know, they some nerds
Shaboobalaboopy, that’s my word
Did on my first win what niggas don’t do until their third
Hyphy ain’t dead, them niggas just scared
Hands on the clock gettin’ turned back
Year 2006, where the herb at?
The Bay fell off? Nigga what? I heard that
Been gettin’ lit, tell the world we want our word back (litty)
Niggas switch cliques, ride dick just to get on
Serve out of town ways, this The Town, don’t forget home
I’m so Oakland like Cindy on Soul Beat
Gingerbread House, Carijama, and LG
Now tell ’em don’t stop, keep goin’, keep goin’
Off champagne and cookies, I’m blowin’, I’m blowin’
Hold it down for the Bay reppin’ Oakland
Still super-duper hyphy, you know it

[Chorus]
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

[Verse 3]
’06, this was big, no Bed-Stuy
Boy, I’m on your neck, to the neck, like a necktie
Just left my nigga Keak, crackin’ jokes by his bedside
He said "Fabby, burn them niggas down like Left Eye"
So I’m back in the building like I forgot somethin’
Put your hands up like I’m ’bout to pop somethin’
Niggas ain’t hyphy, they really need to stop frontin’
They really ain’t shooters, ’cause niggas ain’t dropped nothin’
Put a pill in your life, change your attitude
I kept the door open, nigga, where’s the gratitude?
Man, what is it? Why you mad at dude?
Boy, I’m just doin’ what I had to do (What you do?)
Bay on my back like Bubbles on Mike Jack
Hyphy comin’ back, a couple suckas ain’t gonna like that
I’m Han Solo, you know I had to strike back
Rest in peace to The Mac and The Jack, Keak be right back

[Chorus]
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

Hyphy
Hyphy
Hyphy
Hyphy
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Hyphy