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[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
If I want it Imma grab it
If I want it Imma have it
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
I’m up in all this lust

[Hook: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
My niggas wit’ it
Money floor, run up them digits
I know niggas mad that we did it
Say it, we live it
Morals, we’ll never forget it
I ever get booked Imma cricket
Get it and flip it
Henny right here Imma sip it
You try me it’s shots at your biscuit
24 hip it
Imma just 24 hip it ’cause bro said don’t ever forget it
Gang with me
Anywhere I pop out know the thang with me
Every nigga here with me gon’ bang with me
Try your luck and bro goin’ insane with me
Bodies dropping that shit ain’t a thing to me
Smokin’ deadies I’m rollin’ up lame niggas
Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas
[?] we leave the remains, nigga
Surely business ain’t playin’ no games
Fuck all this fame, nigga
You will get flamed, nigga
Don’t you front I got aim, nigga
I sold homis that fuck with my brain, nigga
I be feelin’ like goin’ insane, nigga
I just got me a check now my chain bigger
You gon’ die for the stain, nigga
When you sent me the addy I came, nigga
Only me and my main niggas
You ain’t really for static don’t play, nigga
We could hit you today, nigga
If you makin’ your bed better lay, nigga
There ain’t too much to say, nigga

[Hook: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it

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[Intro: Mick Jenkins]
Yeah, I’m smoking by myself
Yeah, I’m smoking by myself
Yeah, I’m smoking by my fucking lonely

[Verse 1]
Percy Jackson got the light, these niggas don’t want action
Whole new era, all I see is capping
Sporting waves, no stocking cap
[?] but I got flows to kill a mockingbird
I drop some verbs and niggas asked what happened
They see the growth then ask me bout a shortcut
If you don’t get the fuck
Go split a blunt and come with way more guts
They talk beef, we seek choice pork cuts
I’m screaming fuck 12, need white blood cells
I’m too sick with the pen like dumbell
I move heavyweight
Smoking out the P with my mans in his Chevy waiting on our cue to go
Weed residue all on my cuticles, I been grinding
Paper cuts all on my fingertips, been taking my time
Counting the digits, the relationship is strictly platonic though
Couldn’t love the money if a young nigga wanted to
Gotta love the struggle, it’s the hustle I’m drawn into
Flipped a old school and it didn’t need no 22’s
This a Percy, I ain’t passing a blunt to who
All my niggas came with their own trees rolled
You must not be my nigga, nigga be gone

[Interlude: Mick Jenkins]
This one’s a personal
I’m smoking by myself
Uh, I’m smoking by my fucking lonely
Yeah, I’m smoking by myself
Uh, I’m smoking by my fucking lonely

[Verse 2: Qari]
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Roll scavenger flows, it’s gold lavender
Flower from the [?] so I smoke with no amateurs
Chief [?] green from Canada
Brodie still on paper so you waiting while we ran it up
Pass it to myself, I’m in the foreign in pajamas
[?] where gorillas keep bananas, keep the phantom tucked
See this got me paranoid as fuck, I don’t know who to trust
Smoking by myself cause I don’t give a fuck
These days I’m [?] reason with these heathens
You can tell I’m from the fire breathing breed
Light speed, Godspeed
[?] tree
I be smoking by myself
I be feeling like a G
I be feeling like I’m God
I be wondering if he feeling like me
Percy Jackson never had no trouble with the sea
With the wave, with the deep
Niggas slaves, niggas sheep
Ain’t pass it to these niggas so pass the shit to me
Pass it I don’t need it keep it moving I’m with free

[Outro]
This one’s a personal
This it for me, this it for me, this it for me
I’m smoking by myself

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[Chorus]
Whole lotta red, uh, whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head), nigga, you dead
I don’t give a fuck ’bout a nigga, kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K, that’s a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch and some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hol’ up, and some brand new ends, hol’ up
Got a brand new coupe, uh, that’s a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh, skeleton, hol’ up (What?)

[Verse 1]
Bitty ho, uh (What?)
That’s a bust down, huh
Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)
Shawty come ’round, huh (What?)
Shawty know (Uh)
Ain’t a nigga I trust (Yeah)
I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)
Bullets, they rush (Yeah)
I turned that ho to a slut (Ah)
Shawty gon’ fuck (Ayy)
We pour that four in the stut
I wanna fuck this shit up
I’m goin’ too fast, what the fuck?
Where the hell we goin’?
Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first ’cause I don’t know
Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain’t my ho (Hol’ up)
Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain’t my ho (Slatt)
Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh), gone
Hit them bullets right-right to your dome

[Chorus]
Whole lotta red, uh, whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head), nigga, you dead
I don’t give a fuck ’bout a nigga, kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K, that’s a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch and some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hol’ up, and some brand new ends, hol’ up
Got a brand new coupe, uh, that’s a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh, skeleton, hol’ up

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Whole lotta red, uh, whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head), nigga, you dead
I don’t give a fuck ’bout a nigga, kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K, that’s a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch and some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hol’ up, and some brand new ends, hol’ up
Got a brand new coupe, uh, that’s a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh, skeleton, hol’ up

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[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Cocaine, cocaine
Cocaine, cocaine

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Two shots for me and fucking Jesus himself
Who the fuck signed the petition giving Jesus the belt?
Tie it around his neck and get to fucking buckling up
For every moment I counted on him, I’m fucking him up
Torture victims are due to scriptures, it’s written as such
So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut
Cut his tongue out and hammered fucking nails in his skull
Couldn’t see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so
If there’s a fucking God, I wanna slit his fucking throat
And feed his organs to the children
And, shower solutions to the black and the white
And, endless indulgence to the youth in the night
Cold scripture all use to be causing a rut
Drowning women and many children and pillaging trust
Just the minimum, murdered many in sake of themself
He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf

[Interlude: XXXTENTACION]
Two shots for me and fucking Jesus himself
Two shots for me and fucking Jesus himself

[Verse 2: J-Soul]
Panoramic pictures, victims turn to victims
[?] venomous scripters
Slowly disagree, said it into my Swisher
Tell Lucy I [?] I like my Lucy with some liquor
These pills just don’t feel the pain no more
What if my mama strangled me, I might’ve been to court
Brain dead and disease, guess we’ll never be sure
As long as my angel keep me company
No, my demons will never come for me
Y’all man, can you [?] me a bit, but she only left me a penny
So I drown my sorrows with this bottle of Henny
Should I go ahead and clap the semi
Get it acquainted, with my [?] necklace bullet
You friendly, I seen it and done it all from pro’s, actors, [?]
From [?] to ‘methazine inside the bottle, my excuses to cough
He was lock inside my closet
My age [?]
When it rest in the coffin
The pain consume my soul and that seems to be the problem

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[Verse 1]
Look, he’s crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he’s up above my head
Hanging by a little thread

[Hook]
Boris the spider
Boris the spider

[Verse 2]
Now he’s dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he’s as scared as me
Where’s he gone now, I can’t see

[Hook]
Boris the spider
Boris the spider

[Chorus]
Creepy, crawly, creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly

[Verse 3]
There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn’t seem to move at all
Perhaps he’s dead, I’ll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor

[Hook]
Boris the spider
Boris the spider

[Chorus]
Creepy, crawly, creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly

[Verse 4]
He’s come to a sticky end
Don’t think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl around
He’s embedded in the ground

[Hook]
Boris the spider
Boris the spider