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[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)
Yeah, know what I’m sayin’
Know what I’m sayin’, when you create the wave and the vibe
You know what I’m sayin’, you is the vibe and the wave
You know what I’m sayin’
Never let these niggas catch up, once you caught up
Know what I’m sayin’
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Chorus]
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor

[Verse 1]
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
Whenever we argue I buy her Chanel
Whenever I ain’t rappin’ I’m sellin’ this bail
My nigga got caught, I just hope he don’t tell
If you can sit quiet then I’ll pay your bills
They not gon’ snitch if they send me to hell
I put in overtime to get these M’s
Been with the same gang since I was lil’

[Bridge]
Run it up run it up run it up lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
Run it up run it up run it up lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
Run it up run it up run it up lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
Lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)

[Chorus]
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor

[Verse 2]
You won’t believe what I made in a year
I’m flippin’ these bags, I made me a mill
Then I start rappin’ and got me a deal
I took off fast, this shit get for real
She want to talk but she don’t want to hear
All she want me to do is keep it real
She keep on cryin’ I’m tired of her tears
I keep on lyin’ it just what it is
I’m on my grind, so fuck how you feel
I got some homies who sittin’ in the pen
Yeah, yeah
They gon’ be sittin’ in that bitch for some years
We were some teens, they labeled us grown
Had some judges who doin’ us wrong
I know your pain just hold on
Just sing this song

[Chorus]
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor

[Verse 1]
I feel an ache in my body
But if only I’d have no bones
I know the air isn’t breathable
And it’s no good for my lungs

I feel an anger inside of me
Burns like the sun in my chest
I got no patience or self-control
God knows I’m trying my best

[Chorus]
If I was a machine
I’d never have to worry
I know that I could always press delete

If I was a machine
I wouldn’t be affected
By violence on the television screen

Wouldn’t have a heart
So you couldn’t break it
No such thing as time
So you couldn’t waste it

That would be the dream
The world could never bother me

If I was a ma- if I was a machine
If I was a machine
If I was a ma- if I was ma-

[Verse 2]
I don’t do well under pressure
But if I was made out of steel
I would be so damn invincible
Nothing could undo my will

I wouldn’t make bad decisions
No promises I regret
And everything that makes me miserable
Is a consequence of my flesh

[Chorus]
If I was a machine
I’d never have to worry
I know that I could always press delete

If I was a machine
I wouldn’t be affected
By violence on the television screen

Wouldn’t have a heart
So you couldn’t break it
No such thing as time
So you couldn’t waste it

That would be the dream
The world could never bother me

If I was a ma- if I was a machine
If I was a machine
If I was a ma- if I was ma-

[Bridge]
Drunk and high every night
Numb the pain oh
Flush it all down the drain
If I could find a way out of this hole
I could do anything

Every night different guy
Numb the pain oh
Flush it all down the drain
If I could find a way out of this hole
I could do anything

[Chorus]
If I was a machine
I’d never have to worry
I know that I could always press delete

If I was a machine
I wouldn’t be affected
By violence on the television screen

Wouldn’t have a heart
So you couldn’t break it
No such thing as time
So you couldn’t waste it

That would be the dream
The world could never bother me

If I was a ma- if I was a machine
If I was a machine
If I was a ma- if I was ma-

[Intro]
I’m not going anywhere, Nikko

[Verse 1: Ugly God]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I’m flexin’ on my exes
New bitch, she too wavy, yuh
I’m in Houston, Texas touchin’ on a few ladies, yuh
I can’t trust a nigga, everybody fugazi, yuh
I ain’t text you baby, sorry I got too lazy, yuh
In my Jeep back and forth to AutoZone
Sippin’ lemonade but I still double up the Styrofoam
Pull up to your crib and serve you up like I was Domino’s
Then I hit your bitch, she feel the dick all in her collarbone
Pull up on your bitch and turn her on just like a flashlight
She keep comin’ back, she blow my dick just like a bagpipe
Niggas tough on Instagram, but in person they act right
I do this with no effort, I know these niggas mad tight

[Chorus: Ugly God & Splash Drexler]
Yeah, I’m walkin’ down the strip with your bitch, I’ma rub her hip
Nigga talkin’ shit, put that psh right up on his lip (brrr)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)

[Verse 2: Splash Drexler]
New play, new lyin’ bitch
It’s a new AK4, no out a’ line bitch
Got a new K, threw away ’bout five sticks
Bitch I’m Splash Drexler, check my motherfuckin’ drip, nigga
Rented Beamer, goin’ 110 (skrrrt)
Pocket rocket, Glock with the beam, huh (brrr)
No more wearin’ seams (damn)
I know y’all ain’t no team, let me fuck your best friend
Me and your bitch booted up at the Waffle House, hope that she an’ anemic (yuh)
Money counter beepin’, need a red Hellcat
Push that bitch like a demon (push that hoe)
Tryna get my racks in
We heard that you was that nigga for the past tense
Fresh young nigga Splash Drexler get that pack in (yuh, yuh)
Look, look, look like money (brrr)
Smell like money, ain’t a damn stain on me
Ayy, fresh young nigga
Bitch, I’m that nigga, ain’t a damn stain on me (huh)

[Chorus: Ugly God & Splash Drexler]
Yeah, I’m walkin’ down the strip with your bitch, I’ma rub her hip
Nigga talkin’ shit, put that psh right up on his lip (brrr)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip

[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God

[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high

[Verse 1]
I gotta slow down ain’t tryna lose my mind
I got on two watches tryna keep up with the time
Do this for Lil Steve, they gave my lil homie a dime
You can’t see the greatness in me nigga then you blind
I went back to the basics didn’t sign
Tryna treat me like I’m basic not I
I got all these blue faces ohh my
I’ma stack it to the ceiling, sky high
I been catching all these flights got [?]
I’d probably spend my last to see her smile
I was just sittin’ in the prison goin wild, now I’m standing on stage gettin paid, they like my sound

[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high

[Verse 2]
I think I fell in love with her she way too fine
I can’t go back to no prison got to walk a side line
Niggas act like they don’t fuck with me but on my timeline
Gettin’ fucked up on the block I had some very long nights
I’ma savage to my heart you can see it in my eyes
If I tell you I’ll quit trappin babygirl then I’ll be lying
Saint Laurent my jacket, Valentino on my shoes
Take me for a joke they try to treat me like a fool
Super paranoid ion leave the house without my tool
Hunnit bricks in I got it [?] by next June
Hardly ever see my son that shit hurt me
My bitch act like she don’t understand I’m working
I’m like how the fuck you think you got them purses
And the way you out here actin’ you don’t deserve shit
Don’t keep callin’ my phone that shit gettin’ worsome
And I keep drinkin’ this lean I’m just gettin’ worser

[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high

[Intro]
RED DRUM on the beat

[Chorus]
Pull up on ’em, smoke ’em like a Optimo
You can find me pullin’ hoes at the stop-and-go
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drop it low
Say it with your chest nigga, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (brrr, bitch)

[Verse]
Hold up (what’s up?)
Lately you been reachin’ (you been reachin’)
All the sneak dissin’ and the subtweetin’ (what’s up with that tweetin’?)
When I see you, that’s a bet and I ain’t speakin’ (I ain’t speakin’)
I’ma pull up to your block and get to tweakin’ (get to tweakin’)
I’ma pull up with the Glock and get to squeezin’ (get to squeezin’)
I’ma pull up with the mop and get to sweepin’ (brrr, get to sweepin’)
I’ma pull up with the chop and get to eatin’ (get to eatin’)
I’ma pull up on a opp and get to reapin’ (get to reapin’)
Big drip (drip)
In that water like a boat (okay)
Sorry baby (huh), but I think it’s time to go (huh)
What I do? (What’s up?)
Oh, this your bitch? Probably so (huh)
Bring it on (huh)
Nigga, we want all the smoke (huh, bitch)

[Chorus]
Pull up on ’em, smoke ’em like a Optimo
You can find me pullin’ hoes at the stop-and-go
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drop it low
Say it with your chest nigga, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (brrr, bitch)

[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God