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[Intro]
Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done created
Mario

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chains
Remain the same, don’t change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you, gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Verse 1]
Came from the ground to the top, uh
I’m ’bout to rob you some rocks, uh
I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
I got respect for the ‘Wop, uh
First nigga gave me a knot, uh
I put some keys in the pot, uh
She got Versace on her crotch, uh
It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
My bitch get wild, uh
Bloody cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins everyday

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change

[Verse 2]
You keep playin’ and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
Got lil’ mama outta drum talkin’ top throat
She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
I’m talkin’ junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me hoppin’ off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin’ off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho’
I got my money up and I heard that you want some
Nigga moon walkin’, Michael Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got gratitude
And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commandin’ war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Intro: Young Thug & Skooly]
Yeah, I’m on the run
Here I come, I’m with your mom
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (skrt)
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today (aye)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (bent)
Burberry guts what the captain say (Slatt)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today (woo!)
My new Balenciaga rags today (oh, damn, woo!)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental (hey!)
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller (act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red
All a nigga know is take meds
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red (woo!)

[Verse 1]
Slime all these niggas, I’m tired of trie
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed (smoke out)
I got rollies galore, ain’t no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese (got woadies right now, now)
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe (fed up)
In the drop, me, my dog had ’em ten key (woo!)
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didn’t insert a key (blast-off)
Hold up, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake (baguettes! Yeah, bitch)
For God’s sake, stack up your racks, put it all away (ooh, let’s go)
Polish your ass, polish your stomach
And polish your face (polish your face)
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, that’s all I can say (woo!)
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta ain’t this (whole lotta, whole lotta)
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing (oh, oh)
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin’

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today (I just might hop inside a cab)
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today (Urus paper tag)
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent (when I bend the corner, the rims)
Burberry guts what the captain say (woah-woah-woah-oh)
Chanel, she can get a little today (Chanel)
Fuck around and drop a few bags today (fuck ’round)
I just might do the whole dash today (hold up)
My new Balenciaga rags today (swoop)

[Post-Chorus]
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin’ out the intercontinental
Bitch can’t wait ’til my check clear
Bitch gon’ act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red (woah)
All a nigga know is take meds (woah)
Nigga, stop drinkin’ my red

[Verse 2]
I want the baddest señora, I’m ’bout to turn this bitch up (hoo!)
I just want to tell you she told you, yeah
She say she want it in her butt
I told that bitch bend it over (she want it in her butt!)
I’m a kingpin, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I got weight like a boulder (woah-woah-woah)
On the west coast with no spokes (nah)
You said that you riding (you said)
You said you in (yeah)
You sure stayed down (woah), now you in a Benz (woah)
This livelihood (lively), we living in (woah)
It’s all good in this life of sin (yeah)
I have a boatload of diamonds (diamonds)
When I get tired of this rhyming (woah-woah-woah)
I’m trying to kidnap your hotness (what?)
He bout to catch him a body (rrr!)
I stand the stick up on one feet (stand up!)
Bitch bout as tall as your body (woo!)
Don’t let it slide when you try me (woo!)
Ain’t no big gunnin’ around me (man)
Hop off the jet we was nine deep
It was a 16 passenger seat (16)
I like the way you been rhyming
One of one, no Siamese (one of one)
I got my card on file, Doctor Miami gon’ fix all my Chinese (one of one)
Fuck ’til our lights out on a jet, when we wake up, I think he was flying me there
The top of it’s brown (the top of it’s brown)
Yeah, the middle of it’s red (middle of it’s red)
Yeah, she nut by the round
They call it squirtin’ intead (let’s go)
Yeah, I like her for real (like her for real)
We skippin’ town from the feds (let’s go)
This codeine on chill (Act!)
She wet like a shower head (woo-hoo!)
Yeah, I came with the drill (I came with the drill)
I came with the powers and nails (powers and nails, woa-yeah)
I came with the deals (woah)
I came in with hoes like a sled (woa-yeah)
Yeah, a rich nigga tilt (woah)
I keep a Rolls Royce in this shit (keep Rolls Royce in this)
Yeah, I’m fuckin’ your nat (fuckin’ your nat)
‘Fore we done got to the bed (‘fore we done got to the bed)

[Chorus]
If the opp come, I get to squeezin’ on the mop
I’m on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I don’t need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, ’bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today
Lamborghini Urus paper tag today
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent
Burberry guts what the captain say
Chanel, she can get a little today
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today
My new Balenciaga rags today

[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m in London, got my beat from London

Do you want a little privacy?
Or do you wanna run away with me?
You know I’m overplayin’ hide & see
And I’ve been workin’ on a better me

So say you wanna stay the night with me
I’m tryin’ to give you all the finest things
When I’m with you I see a better life
If I’m with you I’d be a better me

Saw you last night in my dreams
Would you say yes, be my Queen?
Love me, love me no less, we’re a team
Take it all back to the scene, oh
Said you’d hold tight, where’d you go?
I came off track, drivin’ home
I was, I was tied up, all alone
Then you called me on the phone

Swishes rolled tight
Are you stayin’ or what?
Said it all twice
I’ve been nothin’ but blunt
I just want you
You’re the one that I want
You say you know, oh
You say you know, oh

Fixed the roles right
I’ve been ready for love
Said it all twice
Think I’m burnin’ my tongue
I just want you
You’re the one that I want
You say you know, oh
You say you know, oh

Do you want a little privacy?
Or do you wanna run away with me?
You know I’m overplayin’ hide & see
And I’ve been workin’ on a better me

So say you wanna stay the night with me
I’m tryin’ to give you all the finest things
When I’m with you I see a better life
If I’m with you I’d be a better me

I sent you a flower
I’ll see you in about an hour
I know it takes you that long
To put a little make up on
Put that pretty dress on
Hop up in, let’s get goin’
Hit a little vroom, vroom, vroom
Out into the sun
I’m tryin’ to be romantic
Take you dancin’
Feel your hands out
On the floor
Will you love me harder?
Love me farther
Than you ever have before
Right

Swishes rolled tight
Are you stayin’ or what?
Said it all twice
I’ve been nothin’ but blunt
I just want you
You’re the one that I want
You say you know, oh
You say you know, oh

Do you want a little privacy?
Or do you wanna run away with me?
You know I’m overplayin’ hide & see
And I’ve been workin’ on a better me

So say you wanna stay the night with me
I’m tryin’ to give you all the finest things
When I’m with you I see a better life
If I’m with you I’d be a better me

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Big bad bitches (Lil Uzi)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course

[Verse 1]
Aye, I put two in that four
Woah, I’m right here
I got opps from the 30 and I ain’t scared
Pulled up in a 30, they some squares
Got a Glock with a 30 and I ain’t scared
I’m not flexin’ on you baby it’s right here
Get a Glock and I pulled up to your trap
So let it ride off my dick like my coupe right here
Throw it up don’t be scared
I was throwin’ up and it was clear
I took too much molly I can’t hear
I fucked so many hoes, I had to go and just switch states
Raf Simons on my jeans but I’m still on my Rick stage
Sure your Rollie’s gold but it’s not no big face
Bitch you know I know where your bitch stay at I walk like a lick, aye
Got a big Glock on my hip aye that’s where the stick stay

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend (Yeah)
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace (Woah)
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course (Ay)

[Verse 2]
How many hundred thousand you make this year on my 32nd
I fucked that bitch on a perc for an hour, I don’t do 30 seconds
I’m from the 1600 so I don’t fuck with no 32nd
These next few days you know we rocking know we gon’ wreck shit wreck shit
Rest in peace Chico that’s why you know that I’m gonna keep checks in
Sometimes I call his phone, sometimes I still wanna text him
He was lackin by the ops, I can’t believe that they next him
I was standing by the op, I had .30 on my weapon
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I’m standing by the ops
I do the dash on the cop
Digital dash on my drop
I turned myself to a boss
Fuck you nigga learn the law
Baby girl head game strong
She suck my dick so long
Tell me whatchu want
I can get you on
You think he get money, huh
Look at his chain, no pointers
Here’s my world, come join us (Yeah)
So much swag, can’t afford it

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
I can’t flex no more gave my watch to my best friend (Yuh)
Got the shit you can’t afford, 100k right on my necklace (Uh)
I be calling your bitch when I’m bored right after past-tense (Aye)
I be drippin’ and swaggin’ of course (Yeah)

[Outro]
No he didn’t
Yes I did
No he didn’t
Yes I did
No he didn’t

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Let me flex, get up, brush sand off myself
I was just holding my breath
Blue shorts, red shirt, how I’m dressed
I look fresh, and I feel
Bleeeeeeessseeeeeeddddd
What’s your name?
My name Alan, sounds like Allen
I love smiling, I got talents
I can do flips, I can keep my balance
I love dancing, matter of fact, can I have one?
Right now, you heard the man, lights out
And the moon turns into a disco ball
Heaven, better come and get your daughter
Waltzing all on top of that water
Then whip, then nae-nae, then dip
Down in my submarine
I got a pair of seats
Raise the periscope, to see parakeets
And a dinosaurs don’t be scaring me
I got my own personal Dairy Queen
Satisfaction is guaranteed
I’m rather dashing, apparently
Got an airplane, too
Why don’t you come fly through the air with me?
Best thing of all, my mother says that I’m very sweet
Jonylah says “it’s all cool, but what about school?”
And ain’t you Muslim?–you can’t talk ’til you marry me

[Chorus: Crystal Torres]
The waves can be your cover, the beach can be your pillow
My heart can be your house, my eyes will be your windows
To teach you how to swim and then we’ll play Nintendo
Beating all of your friends, dancing to the tempo
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
And they say, yeah
Now entering that Canadian Olympic swimming team
And those medals are just glistening, so gold
So cold, yeah
And Alan did the most, all those world records he broke
That’s why his nickname is the lifeguard and my God is he dope
Michael Phelps cannot believe it even though he is his coach
He might be the next Steve Zissou, or maybe Jacques Cousteau
Where he saw that little boy, go and fall off of that boat
So he jumped off in that water swam him right back to the shore
Now ain’t that wow, crowd goes wild
Little boy scared so the child won’t smile
So Alan get a towel to dry him off and wipe him down
Put a ice cream out that’s more his style
Father runs down that beach, sees his son just playin’ in the sand
Hugs Alan who says he’s a brave little man walk away little boy
Turns around and waves his hand, ’cause Jonylah say
Guess what I did today, got my rescue on saved a kid today
Had my wet suit on, [?], even taught him next time how to swim away
You should really feel good that you gave your help
Might get you into heaven, might raise your health
Might get a lot of blessings, might raise your wealth
Bet you ain’t even know that you saved yourself

[Chorus: Crystal Torres]
The waves can be your cover, the beach can be your pillow
My heart can be your house, my eyes will be your windows
To teach you how to swim and then we’ll play Nintendo
Be with all of your friends, dancing to the tempo
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, Go Alan, Go Alan, Go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan

[Outro: Crystal Torres & Lupe Fiasco]
The waves can be your cover, the beach can be your pillow
My heart can be your house, my eyes will be your windows
To teach you how to swim and then we’ll play Nintendo
Be with all of your friends, dancing to the tempo
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan
Go Alan, go Alan, go Alan, go Alan