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[Intro: Young Scooter]
Can’t trust these niggas you dig, they so broke
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides, a-hah
Brother with me in this bitch you digg, that’s one til infinity

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Whippin’ a brick, right out a crock-pot
Put me a coupe on some sticks, drinkin on [?]
We the slimiest it get, you wanna swap sides
My bitch is black and they white, I don’t do [?]
I’m in a chocolate Ferrari, yeah, I look like a spider
My fifth pocket molly
My partner on Roxies, yeah, my bitch caught a body
She eat up lil bitch like a [?]
She play with my drip I’ma dump her
She say I’m the best so I tongued her
Pimp the bitch, [?]
If you fuck my dog, make sure you keep it sexy
I’m pouring up Texas, Codeine
We got a few out of town it’s the nosebleeds
I just got a call from Scooter, and he told me

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 2: Future]
Triple cross, triple black cross, woah-oh-oh
Niggas they’ll look at you just like a mill, eat you like food
Where I grew up there were warlords
Where I’m from we worship the drug lords
I’m on molly and xan, with the black card
And this gang done
Gave me a black heart
We bury cash at the graveyard
Tatted my chest with them angels
Tell my bitch to keep away the danger
Money inside the problems
Puttin’ the gang on a private
You need to see life through my eyes
Mercedes all white navy blue top
I gotta get me another vault
Niggas ain’t doing the withdrawals, gotta keep acty on deck
I gotta keep Becky on deck
I keep it real, it ain’t no flex
Twenty five hundred for Actavis
I’m on a yacht with some convicts
Come from the gutter live lavishly
Keep one in the head automatically, yeah

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BMFBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
You my nigga but I don’t trust your man, damn
He a CEO, but why he take the stand, damn
In every verse I be wrappin’ grams, yams
Just made a twin and played Uncle Sam, damn
Playing both sides’ll get you killed quick
I know you down to ride, but is you gon’ snitch
Trap the corner off [?] just me and rick
I get money in every zone, from one to six
These dirty bitches play both sides
Don’t trust these hoes cause all of them lie
These dirty lawyers they play both sides
They’ll Swap you out and make you do some time
A true feeling

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 1]
Storm rolled in to our surprise
It doesn’t rain under the tall trees
You were my lover, you were my tree
You would always protect me
It’s easier to take a heart than to let your own by taken
I love that little smile you keep in the corner of your mouth

[Chorus 1]
And is it hard to see me go?
Doing things the wrong way
If you’re here, when I fall
I know that I won’t fall a long way
A long way

[Verse 2]
We were talking on the phone
I stepped out into the hallway
My face was frozen on the screen
And you started laughing
Put a comb through your hair
And a clean shirt on
There’s people coming ’round here soon
Everyone, act normal

[Chorus 2]
Big trees fall all the time
They crack and sound like lightning
Leave a big space in your sky when they fall
When they fall a long way
A long way

[Outro]
Pick me up
Fill my cup now
Take me down, down to where we start
Let’s go too far now
All tangled up
Take me down, down to where we start
Down to where we start
Where we start

[Intro: Blac Youngsta, French Montana]
Right there, right there
Look at that bitch
Right there, right there
Montana
Blac Youngsta
Ah
Right there, right there (ah)
Right there, right there, right there (ah)
Ah
Right there
Right there, right there, right there

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
Right there
Here, right there
Right there (yah)
See my money
Right there (yah)
I gonna leave you
Right there (that)
This is my bitch
Right there (yah)
I can’t hear
Right there (yah)
She’s the shit
Right there (yah)
Yeah, yeah
Right there (ah)

[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
Only when they look bitch, I’m just like I’m [?] her (no)
I’m just coming, piece of shit, when they fucks him fighter (so)
Even thought I’m stupid rich, I don’t buy her nothing (oh)
Ain’t argue over no bitch, I ain’t wasting my breath (cob)
My breath (cob)
My breath (cob)
I got lot for a lil’ bitch, but you know I don’t cough (cough)
I’ve been talking a lot of shit, but you know I back up (oh)
I can list ’bout what they think, ’cause I know I’m racked up
Racked up (yah)
Racked up (ah)
I’m a put[?], fuck you bitch, every time you leg up (go)
I’m go lethal, suck my dick, every time you [?] (tho)
You know you gone still kill the bitch ’cause you nasta’ (gross)

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta, French Montana]
Right there
Here, right there
Right there (yah)
See my money
Right there (yah)
I gonna leave you
Right there (that)
This is my bitch
Right there (yah)
I can’t hear
Right there (yah)
She’s the shit
Right there (yah)
Yeah, yeah
Right there (ah)
Monta-Montana

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Right there, put your cheek on the jet
These you work, right there (right there)
You might hear, right there (right there)
Ten lil’ check, fresh vanilla check
Shot [?] check, I can quick right there (right there)
Phone the black, right there (right there)
Get in her, right there (right there)
But phone the black, right there (right there)
Shot me in her (right)
There, right there, right there, right there, hold the phone
Yo’ tray [?] with the hoodie on (-odie on)
Now you’re done with the [?] on (wuh)

[Bridge: French Montana]
Right there, right there (there)
Look at that bitch right there (right there)
Right there, right there (right there)
Look at that bitch right there (right there)
Any can believe, I keep on right there (right there)
My lick is there on tho’
They leave you right there

[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
Right there
Here, right there
Right there (yah)
See my money
Right there (yah)
I gonna leave you
Right there (that)
This is my bitch
Right there (yah)
I can’t hear
Right there (yah)
She’s the shit
Right there (yah)
Yeah, yeah
Right there (ah)

[Verse 1]
I got niggas in the cell block
They’ll put you in a head lock
I told momma go and get me a lawyer
They ain’t even gone let me bail out
A lot of niggas go to jail they don’t keep it solid they just tell now
The average black kid went to school
Didn’t have a father so he failed out
I’m the realest nigga since ‘Pac
You ask Epic, I ain’t sell out
If the laws pull me over ridin around dirty nigga I’m a bail out
On my side they spot, yea, I can’t wait til they lay it out
When I jumped up out that car, them niggas damn near fell out
I don’t shoot niggas from far, yea, I shoot nothing but headshots
Have you ever went to jail for a murder?
I beat two of them bitches before
Baby I love ya, I ain’t mean to hurt ya
I ain’t gone do that shit no more
If you start speaking on my name, I ain’t gone shoot at you no more

[Chorus]
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag

[Verse 2]
I was lackin’ in school, but grandmama stayed on me
I’m gone pop a toast for every nigga ever hated on me
I take care of you baby, only if you wait on me
And if you ever cross me out, then I’m straight on ya
[?] was hard coming up, yea, I was staving coming up, yea
Every night I stayed up, yea
Hustle, trying to get bucks, yea
You don’t want to know the shit I did for money
What you wanna know that I came from nothing
I can’t even tell you about the robberies, about the shit I took from [?]
You don’t want to know what I threw at Onyx
You don’t want to know what I was sellin’ at Sonic
I can’t even tell you about the bustas
You don’t wanna know why them niggas was running
Scared, hundred on his head, this how I play it
When I run up on you, what’s that shit you said?

[Chorus]
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag
Heard you want me dead, nigga drop a bag
If you gettin money, I can fuck with that
It ain’t shoppin’ bitch, if you ain’t poppin tags
If you gang banging, don’t you drop yo flag

[Chorus]
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out (we gon’ stomp that nigga out)

[Verse]
Pull up to the party off a molly (off a what?)
Pull up to the party in a ‘Rari (skrt!)
Heard it’s niggas in there actin’ rowdy (actin’ rowdy)
So I’m ’bouta go do somethin’ about it (somethin’ about it)
I’ma pull up with the 30 stick, with the coolin’ kit
Stephen Curry, how I’m shootin’ shit, I can’t fuckin’ miss
I’m off a perc movin’ ridiculous, I think I’m seein’ shit
Off half a piece, swervin’ in the fuckin’ Benz
Countin’ up Benjamins (what!? what!?)

[Refrain]
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)

[Chorus]
Stomp that nigga out (out!), stomp that nigga out (out!)
Stomp that nigga out (out!), stomp that nigga out (out!)
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out (we gon’ stomp that nigga out)

[Refrain]
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)

[Outro]
What!? (yah, yah)
What!? (yah, yah)
What!? (yah, yah)
What!?