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[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Tay Keith, Wop
Gucci, yeah
Tay Keith, wow
Wop, go

[Chorus]
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I’m tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin’ with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin’ like water
I’ma be a genie in a bottle
And I’m tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got ’em drinkin’ out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it’s a brothel
Pussy so good, it’s a problem
I’ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
Fuck my opps, I shot ’em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom

[Verse 1]
I ball out without a budget
Ring size, that’s McDonald’s nuggets
These bad bitches gotta love me
I’m gon’ hit the bottom of it
Like Santa, I’m stocking stuffing
Thick rock hard, it’s up to something
Work on me like Doc McStuffins
I’m geeked up like David Ruffin
Nobody can tell me nothing
‘Til I hit her belly button
Her ex was a minute man
Two minutes, already done
Gucci Mane, I’m super rich
Bitch gotta be super thick
She pulled up, took off the trench
Nothin’ on but some Louboutins
Beatin’ it up, I’m talkin’ shit
Bottom bitch, that’s Gato bitch
All this dick, it got to fit
She gargled it and swallowed it
Slapped that ass, I left a print
She’s lovin’ it, it’s obvious
Cocaine sex, I brought a brick
To numb out her esophagus

[Chorus]
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I’m tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin’ with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin’ like water
I’ma be a genie in a bottle
And I’m tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got ’em drinkin’ out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it’s a brothel
Pussy so good, it’s a problem
I’ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
Fuck my opps, I shot ’em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom

[Verse 2]
Down South ho so cunning
Rain, sleet, snow, getting money
Lames keep calling her honey
She gon’ play ’em all like dummies
When I put it in, she running
Probably put dick in her mommy
I’ma put the D in her tummy
Don’t stop, ho, keep cumming
Late night kissing and touching
Waterfall, she so gushy
Beat it from the side, she bustin’
I done fell in love with that pussy
Big booty and a smile, don’t trust it
Millionaire drip, she crushin’
If a bitch suck me, she lucky
She a bad lil’ bitch, she bucking

[Chorus]
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I’m tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin’ with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin’ like water
I’ma be a genie in a bottle
And I’m tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got ’em drinkin’ out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it’s a brothel
Pussy so good, it’s a problem
I’ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
Fuck my opps, I shot ’em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, [?]
Yeah, slime, FBG, uh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
These niggas ain’t ready, uh
These niggas ain’t ready, ay
These hoes on go, yeah
They ready like spaghetti, yeah
The cars gettin’ hit, mm
[?]
Your ho gon’ smash, smash, smash, these hoes stay ready, yeah
My bankroll wide and tall, these fuck niggas petty
She fuckin’ with a big dog, she better be ready
These hoes ain’t ready
These niggas ain’t ready
These hoes ain’t re-re-re-re, these niggas ain’t ready, yeah

[Verse 1: Casino]
Big flexed up, big checked up, uh, I’m on boss man status
My bitch walking in red bottoms, she on bad bitch status
Taliban chains in a rocket, shit cost a whole damn bird
That’s a thirty rack Eliante
See the rock in it, it’s shining
See the whips that I be pushing
All of ’em I have in cash
Two hunnid on my dash
Your bitch behind the [?] gettin’ smashed
Sittin’ back countin’ racks, nigga I laugh
Got OG bags in the city for the low
Buy a whole lot, get ’em for the twenty-five
I don’t walk through the airport boy, I take jets
Fly [?] nigga, in the city you know
Know how to make bands, I ain’t goin’ broke

[Chorus: Young Thug]
These niggas ain’t ready, uh
These niggas ain’t ready, ay
These hoes on go, yeah
They ready like spaghetti, yeah
The cars gettin’ hit, mm
[?]
Your ho gon’ smash, smash, smash, these hoes stay ready, yeah
My bankroll wide and tall, these fuck niggas petty
She fuckin’ with a big dog, she better be ready
These hoes ain’t ready
These niggas ain’t ready
These hoes ain’t re-re-re-re, these niggas ain’t ready, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I hit the jewelry store, spend a deal
These pussy niggas really know the deal
My diamonds hittin’ hard, lookin’ fake
But these niggas know these diamonds for real
Your old lady ridin’ for real, I fucked her from behind for real
My gators got the swine for real
A couple hoes with me where you live
I got a new truck, it’s a Jaguar
Three hunnid on the dash like a Nascar
You play or fuck around, it be your last car
My niggas pulling up like a bad call
Hey, drip drop, red top
Uh, braids on my dreadlocks
And I growed up like the Boondocks
These pussy niggas tell a whole crew of cops
Just [?] Casino [?], yeah
Backwoods fit with a whole lot of loud, ambulance, yeah
I still ain’t spent the rap check or the advance, yeah
I still ain’t met a nigga that made me [?], yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
These niggas ain’t ready, uh
These niggas ain’t ready, ay
These hoes on go, yeah
They ready like spaghetti, yeah
The cars gettin’ hit, mm
[?]
Your ho gon’ smash, smash, smash, these hoes stay ready, yeah
My bankroll wide and tall, these fuck niggas petty
She fuckin’ with a big dog, she better be ready
These hoes ain’t ready
These niggas ain’t ready
These hoes ain’t re-re-re-re, these niggas ain’t ready, yeah

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[Intro: Ghostemane]
(No, no, no, no, NO!)
Fuck love
I don’t want none, I don’t want love
I’ll be blunt I’m a time bomb
(Tick, tick, tick)

[Verse: Ghostemane]
You say I’m a God
But I know I’m not
Why do I feel like?
(Nothing)
Literally a million other reasons I gotta pretend I’m ok
But I’m not I’m not, I’m not!
What you want, bitch I’m nothin but a notch
I went diggin’ thru my lungs this is all I really got
When am I gonna learn to give it all up?
(Nobody wants you, nobody wants you)
When am I gonna learn there’s never gonna be a forever for me a letter from me delivered to me?
Teaming up with demons instead of trying to defeat them looking shawty in the eyes sayin’ “Take it or leave it”
Ima keep it under wraps that I a rap maybe then she won’t become a demon either and we can live in another reality count on me to Fuck it up, fuck it up!
Never not the case, level 11 mage, I got it all made
Shouldn’t I be happy? Shouldn’t I be?

[Bridge: Ghostemane]
I’m no fucking God!
I’m not fucking happy, I’m never happy!
No!

[Pre-Outro: Ghostemane]
(I was 15, following my dreams, holes in my jeans)
(Daddy hated everything, but his pills, got his thrills)
(With his finger in my face, in my face)
(Then he’d said, “What a waste, what a waste, what a waste–”)

[Outro: Ghostemane]
What a waste! What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste! What a waste! What a waste!
What a waste!
What a waste!

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[Verse 1: Ghostemane]
I broke the law in Madrid
And I’d do it again
I got a bitch in every city that I ever been
I thought the money would do something for the sadness in
Me but I’m deeper in the abyss that I’ve ever been
I’ve got 2 million other tracks, that all sound like this
So this flow is for the kids, that all miss that shit
But really I could give a fuck, when anybody miss
I’m too chaotic and the music is gon’ regret that shit

[Verse 2: Ghostemane]
You think you’ve got it, oh, you think you’ve got it, oh
I always promised I would never rap about a narcotic
I’ll keep that promise, but know that I’m still being honest
The help I needed coming, now I’m pushing a button, it self destruct me
And no, I don’t wanna talk about it
I’ll never take you up on your offer to help me out of it
It’s just a matter of time, until I rest my eyes, go to sleep, and never come out of it

[Pre-Outro: Ghostemane]
(This is the only way that I’ll ever be, cut and run)
(I’m not sorry)
This is the only way that I’ll ever be, cut and run
I’m not sorry
You can’t get too close to me
You can’t get too close to me
You can’t get too close to me
I’ll never be the me in your dream
I’m not sorry
(This is the end for me)
(This is the end for me)

[Outro: Ghostemane]
This is the only way that I’ll ever be, cut and run
I’m not sorry
You can’t get too close to me
I’ll never be the me in your dream
I’m not sorry
This is the only way that I’ll ever be, cut and run
I’m not sorry
You can’t get too close to me (Yeah)
You can’t get too close to me

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[Intro]
Chin up beats, you did it again
Menace to society where I came from (I ain’t even gon’ lie, they got me fucked up, though, ayy come here)

[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)

[Verse]
ATK, we ’bout business, we ’bout catchin’ them bodies
We the reason to call my side, we the reason they hiding
Just got some brand new artillery, this AR still got bodies
My shooter smile and catch a body, you don’t think that they gone off that molly
You don’t think they gon’ off that flakka, them bodies drop back to back
Stand over his ass so we ain’t gotta spin back
Them bullets still in my body, I took that shit like a G
Bitch, I’m a soldier in this field, man, I ain’t gon’ rest ’til you six feet deep
Mmh, we put them bodies in a cemetery
All out play, we call a hail mary (Come here)
We put them bodies in a cemetery
All out play, we call a hail mary
They claim they ran me out my city, must be crazy as fuck
Bitch, I’m a menace to society, bitch, you got me fucked up
I spin that block, I dropped a Xan, that pussy nigga ain’t get up
Rest in peace my brother Jay, he died with that FN tucked
They laughed about that shit, then next day they come pick they mans up
ATK move like the wind, we send them shots from like everywhere
ATK move like the wind, we send them shots from like everywhere
Hey, we send them shots from like everywhere
We smoke him, we smoke them (Oh yeah)
We spin they block, we drop him, we drop them
He died on scene, bitch, he can’t make it to the hospital
Ain’t no playing no in between, we kill them monkeys in the middle
We post on opp blocks, with our blocks
Walk up on that nigga broad day and face shot (Bang)
He send a drop drop to my thot thot (Oh yeah)
Send my hitter ’round the corner, make his heart stop (He right there, skrrt)
Speaking of my thot thot, she pregnant with a nigga from the other side (Crazy bitch, I’ll step on you)
Bitch, you gon’ die with them niggas on the other side (Bitch, you gon’ die too)
Ain’t no monkeys in the middle, we kill niggas who play both side

[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)