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[Intro: Future & Trippie Redd]
Wheezy outta here
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I’ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I’ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin’ (Yeah, cap)
Pussy get popped by that actin’ (Pussy get popped by that)
Please say, “Hello,” to my Gat, bitch (Please say hello to my)
Slime is my blood on that Slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my black shit (Black shit)
I’m from 800 block where we whack shit (Whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (Snatch shit)

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
I’m at the top of the penthouse (Penthouse)
Real nigga, your pocket on lint ball (Lint ball)
Alien Diamonds like Kristoff (Alien)
You cannot trap with no pistol (No pistol)
These niggas lame and they not in my league (My league)
Rich nigga smell like Gelato and cream (Cream)
Freaky lil’ bitch and she swallow my seed (Seed)
I keep a gat and a bitch on her knees (Slatt)
We stick together like Cuban links (Cuban links)
Trippin’ with Trippie I came in a mink (Tripp)
We out in public they flashing the cameras (Flash)
Speak of my diamonds they wet like a sink (Splash)
All of my bitches be bad to the bone (To the bone)
And they know I’m a King at the top of the throne (Throne)
Flew out to Spain, they was singing my song
I got that stick and I’m never alone

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I’ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I’ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin’ (Yeah)
Pussy get popped by that actin’ (Pussy get popped by that)
Please say, “Hello” to my Gat, bitch (Please say hello to my)
Slime is my blood on that Slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my black shit (Black shit)
I’m from 800 block where we whack shit (Whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (Snatch shit)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
These niggas know that I’m slime, I get slimy as ever
I got what I got and I got it together
We got some problems we poppin’ wherever
The big homie can’t even squash it, I’m telling ‘ya
If I get your shit, I ain’t gon’ post it, I’m selling it
Go to my show, put on drip like I’m dealing it
Shoutout my young niggas, swear they be killing shit
Sippin’ codeine, that shit give me energy
I’m from 400 block where we still trappin’
Niggas know that we gang bang and still active
We walk down with them sticks like we drill masters
Got them MACs in the range, we gon’ kill Casper
And I hop out with that shit on me (Shit on me)
They treat the kid like I’m big, homie
Shoutout to Blood, he know that I’m public
He know that I keep that trip on me
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I’ma hop out with that MAC-10 (I’ma hop out with that MAC-10)
Pussy get shot for that cappin’ (Yeah)
Pussy get popped by that actin’ (Pussy get popped by that)
Please say, “Hello” to my Gat, bitch (Please say hello to my)
Slime is my blood on that Slatt shit (Slatt shit)
Bitch not my blood on my black shit (Black shit)
I’m from 800 block where we whack shit (Whack shit)
If I want it, I take that, we snatch shit (Snatch shit)

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[Intro: Majid Al Maskati]
Uuh-uuh, uh
Uuh-uuh, uh
Uuh-uuh
Uuh-uuh

[Chorus: Majid Al Maskati]
How many wrongs can I right?
How many? (How many?)
How many wrongs in the night?
How many wrongs in the night, oh
Uh, caught up in L.A. yeah, yeah, yeah
Caught up in a race yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Majid Al Maskati]
I’m tryna keep faith
Tryna stay real not fake man
Caught up in L.A. yeah, yeah
Get the Louis from the Louis store straight
Packin’ it up sendin’ it to your place
Callin’ you up just so I can touch base
I hate how you’re so far away
Nobody’s perfect
I’ve made my mistakes
Nobody’s perfect
I learned the hard way
I wish you could be here
I miss your embrace
Can’t wait to hold you this time
Can’t wait I told you I can’t wait
You make me feel like I can’t lose
Yeah, that’s right I wanna get to you
You’re all I believe in
I wanna show you everything
You’re my strength not my weakness
Yeah, your secrets are safe
Just like your heart is
But I’m caught up in L.A. like a movie
Stuck here on replay
Want you on repeat
When you come to see me, yeah

[Chorus: Majid Al Maskati, Khalid]
How many wrongs can I right? (How many?)
How many songs can I write? (Too many)
How many blunts can I smoke in the night (in the night, no)
How many?
How many?

[Verse 2: Khalid]
How many blunts can I smoke in the night?
Blowing O’s underneath in the moonlight
Not a lot of things that I won’t try
I just bought a Rolls that I don’t even drive
Interior red, outside white
Been a hell of a year yeah, yeah
Fuck up a bag make the money disappear, yeah
Workin’, worth it
Bodys hangin’ from the chandelier yeah, yeah
Now I’m caught up in L.A
Takin’ you around
Take an Uber to your place
Pull up just so I can show face
But I can’t go to the club cuz it’s too in the straight, yeah, yeah
Used to drive a Chevrolet
Now my car is so nice that I caught a Valet, ay
But my door need it straight
Ah, put on for the family, ay
From the city of the 915
Where the girls are pretty and they know how to ride it, yay
Autopilot you don’t even gotta drive it, ay, ay

[Chorus: Khalid, Majid Al Maskati]
Caught up in L.A. yeah ay, ay (ay, ay)
Caught up in L.A. yeah, yeah
Caught up in L.A
How many wrongs can I right?, caught up in L.A., yeah
How many songs can I write? (Too many)
How many drinks can I pour in the night?

[Bridge: Majid Al Maskati]
How many?
How many wrongs can I right?
How many wrongs in the night?
How many wrongs can I right?
How many?
How many?

[Outro: Majid Al Maskati]
Uuh-uuh
Uuh-uuh
Uuh-uuh
Uuh-uuh

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[Intro: RM]
Yeah, I’m gonna take my horse to the Seoul town road
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more
I’m gonna take my horse to the Seoul town road
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more
(Kio, Kio)

[Verse 1: Lil Nas X]
I got the horses in the back
Horse tack is attached
Hat is matte black
Got the boots that’s black to match
Ridin’ on a horse, ha
You can whip your Porsche
I been in the valley
You ain’t been up off that porch, now

[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Can’t nobody tell me nothin’
You can’t tell me nothin’
Can’t nobody tell me nothin’
You can’t tell me nothin’

[Verse 2: RM]
I got the homis in my bag (Yeah)
Have you heard of that? (Yeah)
Homis made of steel, from Korea, they the be-e-est
Ridin’ to the farm (Huh)
Grabbin’ all the corn (Huh)
We gon’ get yo’ money with my homi in your backyard

[Chorus: Lil Nas X with RM]
Can’t nobody tell me nothin’
You can’t tell me nothin’
Can’t nobody tell me nothin’
You can’t tell me nothin’

[Outro: RM]
Yeah, I’m gonna take my horse to the Seoul town road
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more
I’m gonna take my horse to the Seoul town road
I’m gonna ride ’til I can’t no more

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[Intro]
Yeah
Roll one up and hit this magic
Oh, yeah (Roll one up and hit this magic)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Roll one and up hit this magic (Yeah)
With the gang, we ball out, it could get tragic (Let’s go)
All we got, we gon’ let you niggas have it (Woo woo)
Stuck in my ways, think I need to change my habits (Woo woo)
What would you do if you were me and didn’t have shit? (Yeah)
Look in the mirror, now I’m feeling like a savage (Let’s go)
Tell my son I love him, for him, I’ma make it happen (Woo woo)
Now my dreams reality, not going back to trapping (Woo woo)
You say that you proud of me, I turn my back, you laughing

[Verse 1]
Now I hit the scene, they like lights camera action
Living in a dream, now my music they be blasting (Yeah)
Step out, I’m a star, always in the latest fashion
Had to set the bar, niggas try to catch me lacking
Bank account for my son, he won’t have to struggle
You can see it in my eyes, all I do is hustle
They tried to knock me off my feet, I’m ready to rumble
Feel like I ain’t ate in weeks, working off the muscle
Oh yeah, oh my, we ride, for my brothers no lie
All you niggas can die, never wrong, they right
I ain’t changing my side, yeah, we in it for life
If you down, we ride

[Chorus]
Roll one and up hit this magic (Yeah)
With the gang, we ball out, it could get tragic (Let’s go)
All we got, we gon’ let you niggas have it (Woo woo)
Stuck in my ways, think I need to change my habits (Woo woo)
What would you do if you were me and didn’t have shit? (Yeah)
Look in the mirror, now I’m feeling like a savage (Let’s go)
Tell my son I love him, for him, I’ma make it happen (Woo woo)
Now my dreams reality, not going back to trapping (Woo woo)
You say that you proud of me, I turn my back, you laughing

[Verse 2]
Ayy, how could you lie to my face?
People claim that they be loyal, they be taking up space
See my broski lose his heart when he was fighting that case
Took so many L’s, I’m not going back to those days
I’ma treat you how you treat me, do you like how it tastes?
Shawty, you’s a one nighter, can’t treat you like my Ace
I got way too many problems to be worried, I’m straight
Me and Craig selling weed, had to watch for the jakes
On the road, this shit crazy, I get eighty a show
Save my money, stack it up, it look like I’m selling dope
Foreign cars, driving fast, I’ve never done this before
Get high, drown out my problems, let me pour me a fo’ (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Roll one and up hit this magic (Yeah)
With the gang, we ball out, it could get tragic (Let’s go)
All we got, we gon’ let you niggas have it (Woo woo)
Stuck in my ways, think I need to change my habits (Woo woo)
What would you do if you were me and didn’t have shit? (Yeah)
Look in the mirror, now I’m feeling like a savage (Let’s go)
Tell my son I love him, for him, I’ma make it happen (Woo woo)
Now my dreams reality, not going back to trapping (Woo woo)
You say that you proud of me, I turn my back, you laughing

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[Pre-Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, I got some blood on my sneakers
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet

[Verse 1: Future]
Two loaded guns, I got double the shells
Count all the blue when I’m in the Chanel
Choppa in the Coupe and I move like a snail
You could smell all type of Kush in the air
Supply and demand and you movin’ them bells
You keepin’ that paper, it’s hot on your trail
Shootin’ the laser, yeah
Fresh in the blazer, yeah
Wrist like a glacier, yeah
Sharp as a razor, yeah
Big as a mayor, yeah
Hook her and slay her, yeah
Trust me, the player, yeah
I do not eat her, yeah
I’m undefeated, yeah
It’s therapeutic, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and I let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Verse 2: Future]
Low as the vibes, they meet at the dock
Hand on that fire when I whip in that block
Family gon’ die when it come to the boss
Spray with the five when you hear the exhaust
Count so much money, it got me exhausted
I was in the dungeon before takin’ off
Stay in the streets and I’m breakin’ the law
Hang on that corner and they sendin’ that boy
You come with them dollars, you come for the boy
Came with the style, this drip isn’t a sport

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes
I got that bougie chick totin’ a pole
I grant that wish like a Cosmo
Bentley truck, not a Tahoe
Bashout, a thousand or more
Headshot, put the cash on you, fool
Gucci socks, Chanel, too
Big slime, bringin’ all the hoes
Yeah, baby, I’m thuggin’, I don’t know about you
Yeah, John Wick, shooter, yeah they killin’, ooh
Yes, I’m a big deal, pocket full of blues
‘Leven hunnid for the pant, ‘leven for the shoes
Christian Dior, Cuban link, Honolulu
You are not with it
These niggas tellin’
I seen it on television
Yeah, I send ’em some racks
He gon’ wrap it and mail it
Yeah, I sent the ho home
She was actin’ too petty

[Chorus: Future]
I got that tool when I walk out that door
Got some head in the coupe and I let off in her nose
I got some bougie chick holdin’ my chopper
I got some bougie chick doin’ my chores
I got that bougie chick loadin’ my Glock
I got that bougie chick foldin’ my clothes

[Verse 4: Future]
When she a pool, slip out the shoes
It be so cool, sit by the pool
Who got the tool? Gimme the tool
If you gon’ snooze, then we gon’ lose
Shoot at the fool, then Whinnie the Pooh
Put it on cruise, makin’ her drool
Makin’ the news, makin’ the news
Scratchin’ her mouth, makin’ the news

[Chorus: Future]
Ay, I got that Glock on the seat
Ay, next to that choppa on the seat
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, come up too close and I’m tweakin’
Ay, I got some blood on my sneakers
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet
Ay, I just shot cum on her feet

[Outro: Future]
I’m undefeated, yeah
I’m undefeated, yeah