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[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
My young niggas tote extentions, still need they mama permission
Bad as hell, on suspension, but thuggin’ in the trenches
They hoppin’ in my clicque, inheritin’ my beef
Heard about when I was thuggin’, Maxo see inside the streets
Lil nigga 13, got the older niggas plottin’ on ’em
Wrinkled ass tee, even though he got the iron on ’em
Hoppin’ out of stolos, uppin’ sticks like pogos
Tre pound and .44s, Algebra, he don’t know though
Rob, rob, kick door, pray to god that this lick go
Serve raw indo, 20 deep at the Citgo
My shooters so young, they was born in the millennium
Get the job done, gotta problem, then they killin’ em

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga

[Verse 2: D Flowers]
We the young niggas in the trenches that big brother just mentioned
Don’t even post a picture with no money, we comin’ to get it
I hit a lick on a sucka, you should’ve known something was fishy
I fucked that bitch and I blocked her ’cause she always up in my business
I took out that molar like a dentist, now I got her up in her feelings
On some "Bad Boys" Will Smith shit, I’m on a mission
Fuck the police when they hit the block, we gon’ run for them bitches
I should’ve been in Olympics, the way I be jumpin’ them fences
Fuck a detention, I rather fuck with suspension
Niggas been tellin’ since elementary, I ain’t fuck with no snitches
Hide and go get it I was hunching for bitches
Stealin’ from teachers, shootin’ dice behind the bleachers
When it come to the beef and the choppa make a nigga Turner like Timmy

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
My young niggas tote extentions, still need they mama permission
Bad as hell, on suspension, but thuggin’ in the trenches
They hoppin’ in my clicque, inheritin’ my beef
Heard about when I was thuggin’, Maxo see inside the streets
Lil nigga 13, got the older niggas plottin’ on ’em
Wrinkled ass tee, even though he got the iron on ’em
Hoppin’ out of stolos, uppin’ sticks like pogos
Tre pound and .44s, Algebra, he don’t know though
Rob, rob, kick door, pray to god that this lick go
Serve raw indo, 20 deep at the Citgo
My shooters so young, they was born in the millennium
Get the job done, gotta problem, then they killin’ em

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga

[Verse 2: D Flowers]
We the young niggas in the trenches that big brother just mentioned
Don’t even post a picture with no money, we comin’ to get it
I hit a lick on a sucka, you should’ve known something was fishy
I fucked that bitch and I blocked her ’cause she always up in my business
I took out that molar like a dentist, now I got her up in her feelings
On some "Bad Boys" Will Smith shit, I’m on a mission
Fuck the police when they hit the block, we gon’ run for them bitches
I should’ve been in Olympics, the way I be jumpin’ them fences
Fuck a detention, I rather fuck with suspension
Niggas been tellin’ since elementary, I ain’t fuck with no snitches
Hide and go get it I was hunching for bitches
Stealin’ from teachers, shootin’ dice behind the bleachers
When it come to the beef and the choppa make a nigga Turner like Timmy

[Chorus: Maxo Kream]
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got young niggas, young dumb niggas
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Got Crip niggas (cuh-rip), got Blood niggas (suuwuu)
Some real killers, some drug dealers
Got crash dummies, they blast with me
They’ll stash for me, they’ll crash for me
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga
Go young nigga, go dumb nigga

[Intro: Anne-Marie]
Ooooh-oh, ooooh-woh
Ooooh-oh, ooooh-woh

[Verse 1: Anne-Marie]
You say you love me, I say you crazy
We’re nothing more than friends
You’re not my lover, more like a brother
I known you since we were like ten, yeah

[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it!
When you say you love me, that make me crazy
Here we go again

[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

[Drop]
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

[Verse 2: Anne-Marie]
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Turning up at my door
It’s two in the morning, the rain is pouring
Haven’t we been here before?

[Refrain: Anne-Marie]
Don’t mess it up, talking that shit
Only gonna push me away, that’s it!
Have you got no shame? You looking insane
Here we go again

[Pre-Chorus: Anne-Marie]
So don’t go look at me with that look in your eye
You really ain’t going away without a fight
You can’t be reasoned with, I’m done being polite
I’ve told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times

[Chorus: Anne-Marie]
Haven’t I made it obvious? (Haven’t I made it?)
Haven’t I made it clear? (Haven’t I made it clear?)
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
Haven’t I made it obvious?
Haven’t I made it clear?
Want me to spell it out for you?
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

[Drop]
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S
F-R-I-E-N-D-S

[Verse 1]
Don’t fall into my arms
Don’t ask me to repeat it
Don’t suffocate my heart
I don’t know what I’m feeling

[Chorus]
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you
Don’t ask me
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you

[Verse 2]
Don’t fall into my arms
I’ll only disappoint you, I’ll let you down
Don’t go soundin’ the alarms
When all I do is want you

[Chorus]
So don’t ask me
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you
Don’t ask me
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you

[Bridge]
Let me wake up heavy head
Lying in my bed with you naked
Go put that song on, that you love
On repeat, until we can’t take it
I wanna drink pink lemonade
Watching movie trailers ’til it’s late
And let’s remember all the words
That we think are gonna make our hearts break

[Chorus]
Don’t ask me
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you
Don’t ask me
"Do you wanna talk? Do you wanna talk it through?"
Swear I ain’t got anything on my mind
I don’t wanna talk to you

[Outro]
On my mind
Thinking of you
I’m just thinking of you
Thinking of you
Thinking of you

Thinking of you
Thinking of you
I’m just thinking of you
Thinking of you

I’m protected, I’m protected
I’m protected, to what I don’t wanna have to say

I’m protected, I’m protected
I’m protected, ’cause I don’t wanna walk away

You
Thinking of you
I’m just thinking of you
Thinking of you

[Skit: DJ ESCO]
Another day in my life, huh
I’m proud of myself, this the longest I’ve ever kept a job
I don’t care if it is workin’ at the gas station
‘Cause in two months, I get my first raise
This owner, Ali, always tryin’ me though
Oh my God!
When he told me I gotta work overtime today, knowin’ I’m goin’ to my boy’s barbeque
I knew this was gonna be my last day
At this point, I ain’t even got nothin’ to say
Bruh… shit… man, look here, I got places to go and people to see
Keep that 30 cent raise! I’m gone
Man I swear I need my own show
My life is like a movie

[Intro: Future & DJ ESCO]
Super
This for the gang, oh
Is that your Rollie, man, is that your Rollie?
DJ EscoMoeCity

[Chorus: Future]
Spark up your dodie, then you check your Rollie (check me out)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I wanna sack the baddest
I wanna know you the baddest (baddest)
I wanna know if you’re tatted (tatted)
I wanna know if you’re ridin’ (ridin’)
Creep on the low like assassins (‘sassins)
Take trips you’d never’d imagined (‘magined)
In a whip you’d never’d imagined (check me out)
Who said we’d never be gunnas?
Live by the code of honor (code of honor)
Who said they’re ready to purchase?
Who ready to snatch up a Phantom? (Snatch up a Phantom)

[Verse 1: Future]
Who really ready to do it?
Who ready to set some standards? (Set some standards)
You lil’ niggas nothin’ but some cowards
Lil’ niggas nothin’ but some feathers (nope, nothin’ but some feathers)
I see stars in ceilings, I see scars on villains (scars on villains)
I ain’t got no feelings, I ain’t got no feelings (got no feelings, swear)
Tell me you been in that bag, tell me you been in that Jag (been in that Jag)
Tell me you been on the pineapple Fanta, stackin’ your cash (stackin’ your cash)
Golden plate medallions, golden plate medallions (plate medallions)
I relocate where the stash at, hope you can imagine (check me out)
I can walk on water, fly away (‘way, woo)
I can go to places it ain’t safe (safe, let’s go)
I see stars in ceilings, I see scars on villains (scars on villains)
I see youngin’ loaded, dodgin’ penitentiary (penitentiary, woo)
I stay representin’, highly recommended (recommended)
When I hit you with the truth, don’t you get offended (get offended)
Don’t you slow me down, I’m on a roll (I’m on a roll)
Don’t you fuck around and sell your soul (Super, Super)

[Chorus: Future]
Spark up your dodie, then you check your Rollie (check me out)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I wanna sack the baddest
I wanna know you the baddest (baddest)
I wanna know if you’re tatted (tatted)
I wanna know if you’re ridin’ (ridin’)
Creep on the low like assassins (‘sassins)
Take trips you’d never’d imagined (‘magined)
In a whip you’d never’d imagined (check me out)
Who said we’d never be gunnas?
Live by the code of honor (code of honor)
Who said they’re ready to purchase?
Who ready to snatch up a Phantom?

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, yo
Tell me who do it like Groovy, nigga, my life is a movie (movie, yeah)
Wifin’ that bitch, you a foolie, nigga, that ho got the cooties (cooties, yeah)
Make a deposit (make a deposit), jump in the rocket (jump in the rocket)
Too many options (too many options), so many options (so many options)
Nigga we poppin’ (poppin’, uh), coppin’ and swervin’ (swerve, swervin’)
Nigga, we servin’ (servin’, yeah), send you a car (send you a car)
Rip it in half, jump in the ho, go (ho, go)
Two in the car, have a ménage, double the blinds, woah (woah)
Nigga, my bread Jumanji, more than your average, oh (average, oh)
Check out the Rollie, wrist, swish, classic, oh (classic, oh)
I jump in the Porsche, put ped’ on the ground
I show out a bag, she move it around
Rockin’ the best, go on the mound
Scatter of a K, go in the house
Get in the way, doin’ you first
The bigger the ass, the bigger the purse
Show me the mask, show me the work
Doin’ the most, too many O’s
Money won’t fold, a million in rolls
Too many hoes, too many flows
Rockin’ the face, I’m ready to go
They jump on the wave, I jump in the Ghost

[Chorus: Future]
Spark up your dodie, then you check your Rollie (check me out)
Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up
I wanna sack the baddest
I wanna know you the baddest (baddest)
I wanna know if you’re tatted (tatted)
I wanna know if you’re ridin’ (ridin’)
Creep on the low like assassins (‘sassins)
Take trips you’d never’d imagined (‘magined)
In a whip you’d never’d imagined (check me out)
Who said we’d never be gunnas?
Live by the code of honor (code of honor)
Who said they’re ready to purchase?
Who ready to snatch up a Phantom? (Snatch up a Phantom)

[Outro: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, yeah
Tell me who do it like Groovy, nigga, my life is a movie
Uh, yeah
Tell me who do it like Groovy, nigga, my life is a movie