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[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
The very first time I heard Run in them Adidas
I never would have thought one day I’d have a fever
They used to say, “Nah, Dom, he is not no keeper”
And “Yeah them songs cool, but naw he ain’t got no heaters”
But then I went home (Shhh) we ain’t we ain’t got one neither
The gas shut off man I just go to sleep but
These niggas think they good but I really know they suck
And niggas think they hood but I really know they punks
The man with most isn’t always in the front
So hit that West Side and we’ll give you what you want
A nice black eye that’ll go with all them lumps
And I try to stay quiet if it ain’t involvin us

[Chorus]
She asked me where I came from, I told her “Where you headed?”
“Back to LA”, I said, “Baby what you reppin’?”
I got these ideas and I’m tryna make some records
So when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
And when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
So when the train stops—

[Verse 2]
The very first time I heard Black Superman
I knew it was okay to just act like who I am
I used to rob stores for a tape I could afford
I want to thank the Lord for the life of 2Pac Shakur
I know living’s hard, but you gotta see the light
You never gon’ make it if you never roll the dice
Take the first step, that was Doctor King’s advice
Goin’ no days off I’m gone practice every night
I got so many thoughts and I got so much to write
And that right there is the story of my life
Can’t sit and complain, naw I’m tryin to get a name
Help feed the kids and I’m tryin to get a chain
My homeboy Ian was the first one with a Range
We used to play my old shit, now I got mo’ shit
Just a little somethin’ I can get out on the road with
Or maybe just walk to the store with

[Chorus]
She asked me where I came from, I told her “Where you headed?”
“Back to LA”, I said, “Baby what you reppin’?”
I got these ideas and I’m tryna make some records
So when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
And when the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
When the train stops this time, I’ma catch it
So when the train stops—

[Bonus Verse]
I remember, no cameras, no calls, no answers
No meetings, no features, no chances
No shows, no fans, no dancin’
Now there’s 300 girls yellin “Go Handsome”
I’m warmin up California this is yo candle
And I never had a video on no channel
I saw your name on a sign that said show cancelled
The charm of a college kid with them pro handles
This for niggas stressed out and gotta smoke Camel’s
And them ladies with them pretty open toed sandals
I remember them Impalas with them Gold Panels
We still keep it West Side like a old flannel
Mix a little Leimert Park with a cold piano
And tell if you heard somethin realer
I told Arch we was gonna kill em
New everything got me lookin like a dealer
If there’s somethin’ wrong then I’m lookin in the mirror
Life is a Bitch but I could never fear her
Cause she be lookin good every second that I’m near her
She told me take my time but I really couldn’t hear her
Not in it for the ring girl I want to be respected
That’s why it took me like 4 years to perfect it
She said you got the type of heart I like to connect with
So when the train stops next time I’mma catch it
Gone

[Chorus]
The guys out here, they really are crookin’
They snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
But what can I say? It’s the place to be
It’s the-

[Kreayshawn]
This is hot, oh, we outside the club
I’m tryna get V-Nasty but she won’t hurry up (C’mon)
We need to get in, we got a V.I.P. table
Roach got a bottle of gin, black label
Push and shove now we up in this damn thing
Killed a girl whole game if she give a bad taste
Come on baby, we need to get wavy
And don’t run far ’cause I’m not fond of chasing
But anyways, we killed about a whole fifth
Now we smoking in the parking lot tryna keep lit
Met a girl with a brick full of lean
About six of my chicks on the bad girl team
We left soon to see where them girls stay
Up in the hills overlooking the whole Bay
Turn the house out and make it to a party
Invite all the [?] from the block and start swobbin’

[Chorus]
The guys out here, they really are crookin’
They snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking

The guys out here, they really are crookin’
They snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking

Just fill my drink and let me do my dance
Tonight is something special, I’m gonna make it last
Fill my drink and let me do my dance
Tonight is something special, I’m gonna make it last

[V-Nasty]
Just came in the party and I brought my whole crew
Everybody’s talking, didn’t know what to do
Stuck like glue ’cause we the main attraction
Security at the door so we the only hoes packin’
Ass is clappin’, speakers slappin’
If your bitch wanna [?] who we snatchin’?
Girls at my mansion, hop out in the mornin’ and we all still gassin’
Kreayshawn pulled up and she bounced out the [?]
You know she ain’t reppin’ Gucci, Louis or Prada
Life been a party, my name V-Nasty
We all on one, you ain’t need to gotta ask me
I get every bitch, not one compassion
Called Britney, Jasmine [?]
I’m feelin’ classy in the back of the whip
Couple ice in the syrup and it’s fresh out the brick

[Chorus]
The guys out here, they really are crookin’
They snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking

The guys out here, they really are crookin’
They snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking

Just fill my drink and let me do my dance
Tonight is something special, I’m gonna make it last
Fill my drink and let me do my dance
Tonight is something special, I’m gonna make it last

[DB Tha General]
When I been to LA, I’m swagged up, mobbed up
One mornin’ in California when the White Girl Mob rocked up
We shut it down, messed around [?]
We don’t get nobody [?] over now
Nah, it ain’t over, nah, we never sober
Somebody call the cops [?]
We party like the crackhouse, you ain’t mobbin’ round, you can get the fuck out
Are you hearing me, clearly?
Them bitches all up in my face, security
Are you hearing me, clearly?
Them bitches all in my face, security
I’m turnt up, turnt up, all the way turnt up
[?]
They hatin’ on us [?]
East Oakland in the building [?]

[Chorus]
The guys out here, they really are crookin’
They snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking

The guys out here, they really are crookin’
They snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking
Snatch, snatch gold chains when the cops ain’t looking

Just fill my drink and let me do my dance
Tonight is something special, I’m gonna make it last
Fill my drink and let me do my dance
Tonight is something special, I’m gonna make it last

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (you fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (what)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (ywhat)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
You know we ain’t making a sound (big stupid)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga, run that
‘Til they let Rowdy out, we gon’ let these semis out
Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad, let the MAC clap
‘Til they free Biggavel, gotta give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, beam hit his knees
Made him scream, when that nigga fell, shootout with the law
Or the morgue ‘fore I sit in jail, niggas say they love me
I can see it in these niggas eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need their company, they smilin’ when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’, then the shotgun, like the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin’ ditches for these niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga, road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, “So trill”?
Nigga, this is New York, make the wrong move
And the goons let the tool spark, work hard and move salt
8 Ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement
Diesel like the gas station, trap out the basement
Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces
Let ’em act sketch, but this lead will erase ’em, on gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 2: Hudson Flo]
Creeping through the darkness

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Niggas ain’t scum
Four fifth through the drum
You only got that for fun
All of that fronting for what?
I might pull up in a Lamb
Run up on your mans
Pop a nigga like a Xan
When I run up with my clan
Niggas know me, 4 5 6, stay it
Aim at your motherfucking fitted
Nigga, we with it
30 cli in the smith
Knock the nigga off his pivot
Watch your eyes fake the dump
When this gun fucking buck
Concrete shoes and all
Body lay under the tongue
Yeah, we rep that fucking six
But I finger fuck that nine
They throw dirt all on my name
Spell TEKASHI69
Went to jail, spent the case
Nigga, I ain’t doing time
Feel whole weight, in my set
We held 30, free the 9 (squad)

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Niggas ain’t scum
Four fifth through the drum
You only got that for fun
All of that fronting for what?
I might pull up in a Lamb
Run up on your mans
Pop a nigga like a Xan
When I run up with my clan
Niggas know me, 4 5 6, stay it
Aim at your motherfucking fitted
Nigga, we with it
30 cli in the smith
Knock the nigga off his pivot
Watch your eyes fake the dump
When this gun fucking buck
Concrete shoes and all
Body lay under the tongue
Yeah, we rep that fucking six
But I finger fuck that nine
They throw dirt all on my name
Spell TEKASHI69
Went to jail, spent the case
Nigga, I ain’t doing time
Feel whole weight, in my set
We held 30, free the 9 (squad)

[Hook: 6ix9ine]
Niggas don’t want no smoke
See them, they choke
Buck 50 through his nose
Then I take a nigga bitch
Head to the trap, all my niggas giving gold
All my niggas trained to go
Upping the pole, TTG, we let it go
Whack a nigga like a mole
40 CAL through his soul
Then we hit the road

[Verse 2: Hudson Flo]
You don’t really want no smoke
You don’t really got no hope
Boy, you know I got that pole
Everyday and I know
Everyday it’s a go
You don’t really want no war
Better double lock your door
When you come knock with force
Knocking you off your horse
Then run out and hop the porch
Won’t peep no more
.38 baby, .38 raised me
But I won’t let my .38 change me
Gotta come up, won’t sleep ’till I make it
Gotta get out, I’m stuck in the Matrix
It’s time I change up your thought
Better think fast, I’m aiming the torch
Ain’t taking a loss, I’m making a cross
I’m taking it all, so take it no more
The way I move like Mike in his prime
Rise up and I’m taking what’s mine
I move to the left, I move to the right
I step back and I shoot out your light
And thank you for days and thank you for weeks
Thinking it’s sweet, I’ll shoot up your street
Been praying a lot, but I don’t really know if I’m praying to God
But the praying don’t stop
Don’t have dreams, I have nightmares
Said I don’t sleep, so I won’t leave
I pull it out, I don’t fight fair
Said I won’t leave, so bitch hold these

[Verse 1]
Take me back to Georgia, back to Atlanta
Funny how present turns past
I might fly Priscilla out just for ‘Bana
So mesmerized by that ass
The way she moves it I can tell that she loves me
Nigga can’t help but to touch
Smack it ’round a bit then sip on some bubbly
Hope I’m not doing too much

[Refrain]
Strange new addictions picked up on the road
Changed my opinions and changed up my flows
Changed my approach, no more loving these hoes
And when it rains it pours, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You make me feel so primal
That’s what I am, I’m just a man

[Chorus: Daniel Caesar & T-Pain]
Take that pussy, drop it in my lap
I love it when you move like that
Now turn around and throw it back, it back, it back
Oh-no-no-no-no-oh

[Verse 2]
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don’t shake like Priscilla’s do
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack but two
Look at all the cash I blew
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don’t shake like Priscilla’s do
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack but two
Look at all the cash I blew

[Refrain]
Strange new addictions picked up on the road
Changed my opinions and changed up my flows
Changed my approach, no more loving these hoes
And when it rains it pours, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You make me feel so primal
That’s what I am, I’m just a man

[Chorus]
Take that pussy, drop it in my lap
I love it when you move like that
Now turn around and throw it back, it back, it back