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[Intro]
DeeB got that heat…

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be on the ground when the time flies
Had so many friends going “Wonder when it’s my time”
I live everyday like I’ll die by the night time
It took me so long getting back to my right mind

[Post-Chorus]
Five days straight, no rest, oh well
Eyeball a bitch, don’t need no scale
I’ve been on my shit, I don’t need no help
Always getting money, rain, snow, sleet, hail

[Verse 1]
Keep it on me cause my name ring bells
People see me and can’t help themselves
Bitches see me and undress themselves
I wouldn’t wanna be anybody else
I never used to think I’d be on magazine cover
They keep on trying to find new ways to push my buttons
I came out of the jungle where it rain and it thunder
But I bring the heat like the summer

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be on the ground when the time flies
Had so many friends going, “Wonder when it’s my time”
I live everyday like I’ll die by the night time
It took me so long getting back to my right mind
I don’t wanna be on the ground when the time flies
Had so many friends going, “Wonder when it’s my time”
I live everyday like I’ll die by the night time
It took me so long getting back to my right mind

[Post-Chorus]
Five days straight, no rest, oh well
Eyeball a bitch, don’t need no scale
I’ve been on my shit, I don’t need no help
Always getting money, rain, snow, sleet, hail

[Verse 2]
Everyday I work my ass off, I don’t get to take off
The haters get flipped off, I’m ready like lift-off
I’ve never been nowhere, but I’m ready to stay gone
Nothing ever lasts long, I’m always beating the odds
Takin’ all these trips, I had to go and get a passport
I’m just tryna live, I don’t know what these bitches mad for
I just signed a deal and got a really big back porch
You still at your mama crib, ain’t getting money, you gotta ask for it
I got tired of complaining, I got up and changed my situation
Looking at the view, I’m sorry, I thought I would never make it
Everyday, these bitches hate but that don’t stop the money-making
If you want it, go and take it, ain’t no point in hesitating

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna be on the ground when the time flies
Had so many friends going, “Wonder when it’s my time”
I live everyday like I’ll die by the night time
It took me so long getting back to my right mind
I don’t wanna be on the ground when the time flies
Had so many friends going, “Wonder when it’s my time”
I live everyday like I’ll die by the night time
It took me so long getting back to my right mind

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[Intro: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go
(You have 937 messages)
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
(Goose with another one)

[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go
We gon’ get back on
03, Yung Bans on these hoes
Let these bitches know

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Like ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, oh, ready, set, go

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Yeah, diamonds on me white on white like Ku Klux, yeah
I’m on house arrest, but I still blew up
Yeah, my watch man changed my rings, cost a cool hundred
Hey, bitch, I came from nothin’, turned it into somethin’, yeah
Turned it into somethin’, now your bitch is fuckin’, ayy
Late night bustin’, uh, pussy wet, gushin’, ooh
Me and Greedo stuntin’, huh, niggas lame, fuck ’em, uh
Strapped up, rubber, yeah, draped in Undercover

[Verse 2: 03 Greedo]
Ready, set, go, Ksubi on my clothes
Balmain on my toes, I can’t trust these hoes
I can’t do these numbers, I can’t trust these 304s
Mr. 103, yeah, I’m from the West Coast
But I don’t rep that shit, East Side, we Crippin’, bitch (Baby Loc)
I can’t touch this bitch, you should get tested, bitch (Kitty too strong)
‘Cause I smell that stench, yeah, bitch, I smell that stench (Gotta go)
Bitch, I’m on the mound, I’m just tryna make a pitch
Ready, set, go
I was in the club, VIP, went to his show
Say he like my flow
Told me I was ready, we should hit the studio
Grew up off the legends, now I’m a legend for sure
Me and Yung Bans got that money but it’s old
We can’t trust these hoes, we can’t trust these 304s
Ready, set, go, better use your feet, bitch
Use your tiptoes, bitch, go

[Pre-Chorus: 03 Greedo & Yung Bans]
Ready, set, go, go
Leave you ’til the sun out, do it at the show
Ready, bitch, go
Ready, set, go
Make that bitch pose
Mr. 3-0
That’s what she told
Hey, get it out the mud

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go (Ready, set, go)

[Outro: XXXTENTACION & Yung Bans]
I was just callin’ you to let you know I’m finna do the song
Ayy, bruh, bruh, do it, do it, and then call me, nigga
Alright, I got you
I’ma see you back in Miami
Alright, bro
Gang
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Ready, set, go, ready, set, go
Wanna hear somethin’ fire?

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[Intro]
Woah, Kenny

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ah, ah, ah, ayy, I’m so high right now, think I can touch the stars
Ah, ah, ah, ayy, you came in to my life and then it fell apart, ayy
Ah, oh, oh, all these drugs for me and you, babe, we can go to Mars
Yeah, drunk in love, this junkie love, you my lil’ Xanny bar
And if we ever overdose, that’s a new start

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Pussy felt so good, might tat’ my name on that ho, huh
Real street nigga, I ain’t buyin’ a thing for these hoes, huh
Yeah, I might change for you though, ayy
I might put a ring on this ho, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Red, purple, mixin’ dope, wet pussy, deep throat
Cold ass nigga sippin’ cola, I don’t do the Coke
Put them diamonds on my bride
Crushed ice on me, shit lookin’ like shards
Only when I want, ’cause these ugly bitches aren’t
Deep up in the pussy, got her screaming “Oh my God, Oh my God”
That shit wet, swim in it like a shark (No)
Got a chopstick on me like a dart (Rrr, rrr)
With a badass lil’ bitch, but she don’t bark (Roof, roof)
Got that bankroll on me, this shit a wad (Bitch)
All for one, one for all, this for the squad
Don’t pray for love ’cause that love’ll leave you scarred

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ah, ah, ah, ayy, I’m so high right now, think I can touch the stars
Ah, ah, ah, ayy, you came in to my life and then it fell apart, ayy
Ah, oh, oh, all these drugs for me and you, babe, we can go to Mars
Yeah, drunk in love, this junkie love, you my lil’ Xanny bar
And if we ever overdose, that’s a new start

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay]
No matter what, you know I’m finna do my thing
I’m focused on myself and I don’t care ’bout what you think
My bitch got a fat ass, I’m so deadass, her pussy pink
I bent it over, bent it over, killed it on the scene
That bitch can line me up so I be careful what I lean
I gotta watch my cup, that bitch could put something in my drink
I don’t care ’bout no thottie, they ain’t do nothing for me
They don’t want me to succeed, they chasin’ me for my cheese
And I know they can’t believe a youngin from 83
Made it to the next level, but further, I’m ‘posed to be
No longer, I gotta scheme, blue faces up in my jeans
Extended clip with a beam, I finish you on the scene, oh

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ah, ah, ah, ayy, I’m so high right now, think I can touch the stars
Ah, ah, ah, ayy, you came in to my life and then it fell apart, ayy
Ah, oh, oh, all these drugs for me and you, babe, we can go to Mars
Yeah, drunk in love, this junkie love, you my lil’ Xanny bar
And if we ever overdose, that’s a new start

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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