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[Verse 1]
No question, ima ride out for my bros
The money turned me to a savage on these hoes
I don’t need nobody, I could do this on my own
Fuck everybody, born alone and die alone
I got a cougar bitch and we get along
‘Cause my cougar bitch look like Nia Long
You can tell I’m gettin’ money ’bout what I got on
Supreme, Gucci, Louis, Fendi and some Saint-Laurent
No windows in the studio, don’t wanna see the sun
You know I’m killin’ shit on every beat I’m on
I might fall asleep and crash my car, I’m drivin’ home
30 milligrams, I’m focused, you can’t take me out my zone

[Chorus]
I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell
He came home, I gave him all my Bape and now he fresh as hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
He’s got a check, they say I’m crazy ’cause I’m sharin’ all my wealth
Rather spend it on my bros, don’t care to spend it on myself
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell

[Verse 2]
You were always fake, you’ve been a phony, you was never real
I don’t want your love because I know it isn’t real
Please don’t try to hug ’cause me I don’t like how it feels
I was runnin’ out of patience, runnin’ out of pills
XO wanna sign me, ima sign a fuckin’ deal
They didn’t wanna let me in the club last year
Now it’s 30k every time I appear
I see a real one when I look inside the mirror
Had to face my demons, had to face all of my fears
They love a brown boy, that’s with the shits, the shit is rare
My shooter unpredictable, still gotta keep him near
We aimin’ for his head, won’t waste it in the air

[Chorus]
I used to hold my tears when my bro was in a cell
He came home, I gave him all my Bape and now he fresh as hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
He’s got a check, they say I’m crazy ’cause I’m sharin’ all my wealth
Rather spend it on my bros, don’t care to spend it on myself
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell
Wanna ride out, got your back until we die and go to Hell

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yeah
Blues, but I’m black
Goddamn
Green, but I ain’t mean
Bitch, yeah
Sos’, baby
Shit
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Young niggas be up in the trenches
Doin’ shit that they ain’t got no business
How I know? Nigga, I was one of ’em
Run up on me, I’ma up my gun on you
You can’t hide from the feds if they lookin’ for you, ayy
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat, man
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Punch your ass black, man, uh, huh
Splash on your ass to splat, man, yeah
I’m the Batman
I ain’t got no cape but call me Gat-man
Yeah, that’s a fact, man
Ho like, “Damn So’, you gettin’ fat, man”
Niggas like, “Let me get a track, man”
In a Hellcat but I ain’t even supposed to be drivin’
We gon’ make us split you like some taxes
Who they think they is, it sure ain’t Casper
She gave me the grill, I sure ain’t ask her
Shawty got that long throat like a dragon

[Chorus]
Young niggas be up in the trenches
Doin’ shit that they ain’t got no business
How I know? Nigga, I was one of ’em
Run up on me, I’ma up my gun on you
You can’t hide from the feds if they lookin’ for you, ayy
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat, man
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah

[Verse 2]
You want beef like you work at Fuddruckers
It’s just me and my blood brothers, motherfucker
Man, these bitches be bloodsuckers, goddamn
Stompin’ through the dirt with my mud brothers
All this water, bitch, I’m sinkin’ (Bling)
Slide quicker than a nigga can blink, yeah
These niggas pussy pink, yeah
Big fat pistol, I call him Binky
Up the boys and get beasty
We let off ’til the conversation ceases
My teacher couldn’t teach me
I was runnin’ through the hall and it wasn’t recess

[Chorus]
Young niggas be up in the trenches
Doin’ shit that they ain’t got no business
How I know? Nigga, I was one of ’em
Run up on me, I’ma up my gun on you
You can’t hide from the feds if they lookin’ for you, ayy
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat, man
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah

[Intro]
In your boyfriends stop tel him hands up
He a bitch tell him man up
Enviyon on the mix

I just popped a bean
Now I’m running through the stars
At the end of the day
They gon’ know who we are
Every time we fuck
Girl I take it too far
I was talkin bout I love you
I was tweaking off the bar
Xans up

[Hook]
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’m super handsome
Walkin with my handgun
Down to kill a fuck nigga out the random
Shorty say she fuck niggas out the random
Hit her phone, told her that I was a random
Everyday I wake up gettin money, gettin paid, yeah
Money over bitches, best believe I’m gettin laid
Anyway
Fuckin girls from all types of places
All types of backgrounds, all pretty faces
Money by the cases
All I need blue faces
Suck it then she taste it
Damn that shit my favorite
Damn that bitch my baby
Yeah she drive me crazy
That’s my one and only
Psych, bitch I got eighty
Time, time, time stops for no man
I blow nines, I don’t throw hands
She gon’ do that white like Lindsey Lohan
And I’m gon’ take some money from her boyfriend

[Hook]
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom

[Verse 2]
Watch me do what I do
Left my old for my new
Shoes red, shoes blue
That bitch lost, blue clue
I’m the man, I’m the man
Yeah I know
Let me say that shit again
Bitch I’m xannin’ so I’m slow (ay)
Look at my new ho, yeah she pretty
We gon’ run the city
I’m so stuck, I’m so sedated
Keep that .9 tucked with me
Let a nigga try me
Imma do him like I’m Dej Loaf
Send him straight to heaven
Bullet holes give him halos
Give him a halo
Stack the money, I need pesos
I’m in the cut so I lay low
I’m shootin shit like I’m J-Lo
Makin money like I’m Jay-Z
Can’t a pussy nigga play me
I feel like I amthe man, yeah
I am, nigga can’t persuade me
Young nigga ballin out, feelin like I’m Michael
Swimmin through the money, yeah
I’m feelin like I’m Michael
Wash him up like a psycho
Read a nigga like a bible (on God)
Shoot a nigga with my rifle
Shoot a nigga then his grandfolks
Watch me

[Outro]
Hahaha
That shit funny

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah
Mosey-Mosey you made this?

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Verse 1]
I can’t stop fuckin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Gang, gang)
Me and my niggas shootin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Boom, grrr)
Hard knocks too and I know they can’t have it, yeah
Got some stars on the roof, ’cause you know I had to grab it
Gucci on my waist, Burberry headband
Punch him in the face, yeah, we on his head, man
Two-tone splashin’ all this water, feel like a snow-man
I done broke away ’cause he still a broke man (Broke bitch)

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Verse 2]
V12, bad bitch and she ridin’ with no seatbelt (Lil’ bitch)
BM, I’m the type, stop askin’ for details
Might just re-up, takin’ change, feel like Griezmann
I still pop Xans, but I said I ain’t need them, uh-huh
Pop a bean, have her over here in the outer space
Pull up with my niggas, let it shine like L.A
Left my old city to the wood to get a K
Youngest nigga, they gon’ have see to it my way (My way)

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
Since yesterday, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
She’s just a date, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Outro]
Now I’m heavy

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Verse 1: Trill Sammy]
I woke up with a bag, now that bitch tryna’ come through
Now I’m up, got her mad, how the fuck I turn brand new?
Got all these racks in my bag, TSA won’t let me through
I carry cash, need no wallet, but I’m high as hell, like a co-pilot, yeah
I got plenty options, pull up, get the show poppin’
Look like money, so I talk it
Smokin’ OG, it got my coughin’, uh
Ksubi on my jeans, got red bottoms all in my closet
New Supreme, so much drip, don’t need no faucet

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Verse 2: 2-Tone]
Yeah, ay, 2-Tone, yeah
I can’t trust [?] cos’ all these niggas snakes, I know they watchin’
So I gotta’ keep the pole, won’t let ’em take none a’ my deposits
Lil bitch bad, but she be poppin’
She want bags, then she gon’ pop it
I want cash, they ain’t no option
All a’ them mad, just look at they pockets
Bust down 3 for 3
Your bitch wanna leave with me
Stuff the leaf with reefer
I can’t trust nobody, keep it on me, ain’t no losses
I still put promethazine in my 2 liter, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)