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[Intro]:
Listen, listen, listen
I told you once, I told you twice
You’re not on the list, alright?

[Hook]:
What’s a girl to do?
Boy, it’s so sad to see you go
I wasn’t out for you
Didn’t have a plan to break your heart
All them regular dudes
Don’t understand the reasons why
I don’t do regular dudes
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody

[Verse 1]:
Keep it checking it, clocking it
Bitches be [?] hip hop phenomenon
I’m living life [?]
[?] I’ll leave em in they’re astonishment
My diamonds keep [?]
Winter storm [?] kids [?]
I’m really hot lava lit
Put the pussy right on his dick he [?] it

[Chorus]:
All I want is to live in this world
Express the love and believe in me and myself more
And be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
You’re free to fly
All I want is to live in this world
Express my femininity
Be myself more and be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
Don’t let no one get in your way girl

[Spoken Interlude]:
Your name’s not down, you’re not coming in

[Verse 2]:
1, 2, 3
Now this that very ghetto acapello
Dinero, sport the season to date, my niggas
I been getting cheddar since whenever
Ever since quarters in piggy bank
Now it’s pricey diamond, feisty niña
Icy diva, ¡ay que linda!
Hoops with a zoot suit, like Khadijah
Single life, single letter on my flight to greet ya
If you wanna pump that missile
You bitch better drip, better wet that whistle
It’s still the young 20 somethin’, bitch hungry on a hunt
For the chip, better flip that nickel
Fucking with the get ’em girl in the campaign gully
Spill that girl if you a champagne bunny
It’s your world, live it up, it ain’t nothing
Spend that girl and keep the damn thing running

[Spoken Interlude]:
Listen now
I’ve told you once, I’ve told you twice
You’re not on the list

[Hook (Quieter)]:
What’s a girl to do?
Boy, it’s so sad to see you go
I wasn’t out for you
Didn’t have a plan to break your heart
All them regular dudes
Don’t understand the reasons why
I don’t do regular dudes
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody
Don’t need a man, don’t need nobody

[Verse 3]:
Throwing a fit, he holding his dick
Niggas lips grab on the tits
Then level the clit
He wish he had it for keeps
All these bitches holding their seats, I’m holding the heat
Fashion police, bitches want some fashion to crease
I’m fashion to beat, this bitch fashionably
It’s magic you see, sis swam out of the sea
Pardon the weave, fish scales sparkle when I’m chopping [?]
Chopper on me
Chop niggas down like I’m lumbering trees
Dump the clip if a clown if think he fucking with me
Break a bitch nigga down like he fucking for free

[Chorus]:
All I want is to live in this world
Express the love and believe in me and myself more
And be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
You’re free to fly
All I want is to live in this world
Express my femininity
Be myself more and be free to explore my sexuality
All the girls if you’re feeling it
Find your peace, spread your wings, live your life
Don’t let no one get in your way girl

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Tech N9ne]
We are leaders
This Tecca N9na in your arena
We saw no reason

[Hook: Y2]
Yea
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit

[Bridge: Y2]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun
I think I’ma fuck somebody up (fuck ’em up)
You gon’ need someone to hold you up
What the fuck

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
My city stand up
Stoppin’ people that got into my city and what
Copyin’ me and the property, poppy ya jammed up
With akis the cam bust, don’t mock me the brand’s us
Strange music the game shoot this right at the fakers
They came stupid with the claim you can took for you change and name usage
Steppin’ to me
Link with the lane and you lose indefinitely
Ready for ruckus really we reppin’ the B.. Ah Ah
This the eviction notice, missingly quick and go get
Hit us and consider me and my nigga be sick and roguish
Stop you ain’t ready to brawl, you can hang
Lock you too dead in the jaw, you claim Strange
It ain’t came
The Kan City to jam with me
You damn sissy eat up a oxy
To stand stiffly in my pants with me
Never honor who bringing drama to the Don
If you continue now gonna do what I come to do
Guess what I’ma do

[Hook: Y2 & (Machine Gun Kelly)]
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit
(Let’s get to it)

[Bridge: Y2 & (Machine Gun Kelly)]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one (the wrong one tho!)
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun (I don’t know!)
I think I’ma fuck somebody up, fuck ’em up (gunna)
You gon’ need someone to hold you up (hold you up, huh)
What the fuck

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
It’s only one option
You gon’ need a doctor
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the one from Compton
Arms, feet, legs all gone like I’m Don Corleone
Hiring James Bond that’s what I’m on
Remain calm but aware that I’m armed and dangerous
See Double X is known to gang with us
So hang tight I’m trying to get this right
You think ’cause I wrote a pop hit that I won’t pop shit?
The fuck’s wrong with you Pop-Tarts?
I pop cherries and popstars, you popsicles is not hard
Popped in on the top charts out the cop car
To remind y’all you just rap and not God
And I don’t care who got bars
Because they don’t acknowledge mine
So show me who got scars
Show me the greatest on the stage and the arena
Bet they point they finger up at the Gunner and Tecca N9na

[Bridge: Y2]
I just think you fucking with the wrong one
Times like this I don’t know how to have fun
I think I’ma fuck somebody up
You gon’ need someone to hold you up
What the fuck

[Verse 3: Y2]
She will not leave a bunch of passes
I just wanna see that ass
Caribou Lou in my glass yeah
I start a riot by accident
Somebody been showing ass again
I just started throwing some cash again
Pushing the crowd we harassing them
If you start making me mad

[Hook: Y2]
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no reason, the hardest
For no reason, start shit
For no reason, mob shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, mosh pit

[Outro: Krizz Kaliko]
We are leaders
We saw a reason

[Intro]
(Bijan 4 The 1 Time)
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga! (hey)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)

[Verse 1]
Poppin’ but you really not gon’ shoot (pop)
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety)
Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse (hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (oo-oo)
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (grrt)
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate (bags)
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate it (hey)
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (grind)
Put the iron on him if a nigga my opponent (iron)
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it (hoe)
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me (hoe)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (Offset)

[Verse 2]
Told my fam I got the gang with me (gang with me)
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me? (ha-ha)
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (skrrt!)
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division (north, nawf)
Amateur brain, yea we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it (hey)
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s car collision (brrt-brrt)
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (hey)
My shooter keep begging "please", he ready to wack a nigga (please, please)
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (woo)
I’m giving your hoe away like she a raffle, nigga (here, here)
We get at it, then we ‘gone pray with the pastor’s scriptures (hey)

[Chorus]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrt)

[Intro]
Man, fuck you fake ass niggas and bitches
Tay Keith, Bagg

[Verse 1]
Niggas hatin’, tell ’em quit it
But you gettin’ money, I don’t get it
You want smoke or you just acting?
Are you serious, I’m just asking
If you real then why pretend?
Maybe you tryna get under my skin
Maybe you don’t want to see me win
But I won’t fold and I won’t bend
Give me your cup, fill it with ice
A deuce in the red, put it in the Sprite
Walked in the club, turned on the lights
But it was just dark, so that was my ice
Chanel on my ten toes (toes)
Pinky ring like I pimp hoes (who you with?)
That bitch with me a nympho (she a freak)
Poppin’ percs like they Mentos (ugh ugh, woah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I’m a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage (I’m just kickin’ shit)
She throwin’ fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and chop her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember Mario from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I’m stupid paid (I’m stupid paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y’all just super lames (y’all knew that)
How you gon’ bash me then try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

[Verse 2]
Came in the game with vengeance
Nigga left, I got right like Lorenzo (got right on)
Gucci my vision, my lenses
I ain’t fucked up ’bout the money, I spends it
I had a talk with the most high (G-O-D)
I walk around with the four five
I’m fresh to death like a dead guy (corpse)
They call me Capo the head guy (honcho, Bagg), yeah
I get emotional when I reflect on my past (when I think ’bout it)
I could be still there so I’m thankful for this bag (amen)
Chandeliers on both my ears, my earrings look like two lamps (bling)
This might not mean nothin’ to you but I used to get food stamps
Hit her from the side, caught a cramp (ugh)
The pussy made me tap, it was damp (wet)
Yellow got me up like a ramp (up)
Pull up, made her serve, then I vamp (skrrt, what you rockin’?)
Yellow diamonds on me, look like macaroni (yellow, yellow)
Told her that I loved her, I’m too macaroni

[Chorus]
Yeah, hop on the beat and ride it like a wave (tryna keep my balance)
Chains I’m a slave, Dolce Johnny Cage (I’m just kickin’ shit)
She throwin’ fits, I told that bitch behave (bitch behave ho)
I pop a bean and chop her like my fade (ugh ugh, oh)
Remember Mario from eleventh grade (remember me from Mitchell?)
Dropped out of school, now I’m stupid paid (I’m stupid paid, whoa)
I been that nigga, y’all just super lames (y’all knew that)
How you gon’ bash me then try fuck me, bitch you super fakes (huh)

[Outro]
I’m so fuckin’ thankful for the bag and shit
Pacific ocean bag, I got a water wrist
Haters make me made, that’s why my diamonds piss
Amen

Fuck these niggas

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em

[Verse 1]
Fuck these bitch niggas, some gotta die, it’s all basic
One shot’ll take a man out, it’s not wasted
Niggas act crazy, and niggas gotta go
Shoot ’em in the face, leaves ’em six feet below
I’m all about [?], I go to war to keep my peace
Why the fuck you think I keep my piece
Don’t ever take kindness for weakness
This Mac-10’ll show you just how cold the streets is
Fuck a red, catch a holo-tip heart attack
Let the chrome turn you right into an artifact
Fake use to [?] moves and move cowardly
Now you got your life taken by reality

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em

[Verse 2]
Play the shadows like Bartolome Moya
If I kill, case closed, no need for a lawyer
I look in your eyes and see lavender
I don’t give a fuck about the depth of a scavenger
Kill ’em, leave they head slumped on the wheel
Throw some work in the car and make it look like a deal
Cameras make it harder to kill
So when you pointin’ your steel make sure you guardin’ your grill
Uh, fuck ’em, buck ’em, buck ’em, send ’em home
Shoot these niggas up and lay ’em down with the chrome
And they say life’s priceless, but your life’s worthless
This nigga gotta go big, go home with the surface
I’ll kill ’em

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em

[Verse 3]
18,000 count cotton, you soft
Niggas be actin’ mad live ’til they got knocked off
Uh, takes a rifle to stop your life cycle
Death isn’t jail, your friends cannot write you
Ain’t no fuckin’ tellin’ what the guns do
But you know my niggas study Sun Tzu
I’ll leave you with your [?] and your dome
But take your Jordans off so we can put a tag on your toe, bitch

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em