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Gu-Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the sticks out
Winter time, droppin’ the top
Give it to they n*gger ass
Turn this sh*t up a notch
Gucci flip flops (f*ck it)
Make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock
Check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock (off of the clock)

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
Bhad Bhabie got these bitches bussin’ for cash
Do the dash, try to play me, bitch, I’m bussin’ yo’ ass
Lotta gun sounds, Rollie, bust down
Know why these bitches mad
‘Cause they trash and they f*ckin’ for cash (cash)
Too official, blow the whistle, bitch, I’m fly as a bird (brrr)
Take a picture, get your issue, bitch the diamond worth
Walk in the bank, f*ck it up
Pokin’ that bitch with a shank, f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
I bought the lil bitch a bag
Make it double back and clear up her tab (yah)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Lil Yachty]
Gu-Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the sticks out
Winter time, droppin’ the top
Give it to they n*gger ass
Turn this sh*t up a notch
Gucci flip flops (f*ck it)
Make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock
Check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch (Lil Boat)
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock (off of the clock)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got big guap, n*gger, yeah, I’m real rich (yeah)
6 cars, 2 houses and I’m still rich (uh)
Think it’s sweet?
One call, hit the Killswitch (boom)
Booby cool, I ain’t worried ’bout yo’ lil bitch, nigga
That lil chain that you rockin’
That’s so little to me
Talkin’ sh*t but want a verse?
That’s a riddle to me
Can’t f*ck the bitch ’til she got her virginity (whoo, yeah)
‘Cause then she gon’ really be into me (whoo, yeah)
.223 shots, I might run for the enemies (ah)
Put a few holes in his kidneys (whoo, Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Gu-Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the sticks out
Winter time, droppin’ the top
Give it to they n*gger ass
Turn this sh*t up a notch
Gucci flip flops (f*ck it)
Make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock
Check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops
Fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch
Diamonds drippin’ off of the clock (off of the clock)

[Intro: Yazz]
It’s that new sound
It’s Hakeem
What up, baby?

[Chorus: Serayah & Yazz]
Big shoes, big shoes
My new one got some really big shoes to fill
Made moves, made moves (moves)
I moved on, but I think about you for real
Big shoes, big shoes (big shoes)
My new one got some really big shoes to fill
Made moves, made moves (moves)
I moved on, but I think about you
I still, think about you, for real
Think about you, I still, think about you, for real
Think about you, ’bout you

[Verse 1: Yazz, Serayah, Both]
Been thinking about your body in the worst way
A good god almighty, lord all mercy
That birthday sex like errday
Reminiscing over you like Mary J
I still think about you touching on my body
Still thinking about you, I don’t wanna fight it
You’re the one that got me thinking ’bout calling
I’m a sexaholic, sexaholic for you

[Chorus: Serayah & Yazz]
Big shoes, big shoes (big shoes)
My new one got some really big shoes to fill
Made moves, made moves (made moves)
I moved on, but I think about you for real
Big shoes, big shoes (big shoes)
My new one got some really big shoes to fill
Made moves, made moves (moves)
I moved on, but I think about you
I still, think about you, for real (for real)
Think about you, I still (still) think about you (still), for real (for real)
Think about you, bout you

[Bridge: Yazz]
Ah, yeah
I be having dreams, having moments (moment)
All up in your timeline trollin’ (I can see that)
Staring at your pics and how you posin’ (ow)
I’m frozen, mouth wide open

[Bridge: Serayah & Yazz, Both]
I feel like I need to feel it again
Til lights out, I’ll come kill it again
A milli, a milli, a million
Times in a row, a zallion though
I’m missing you like you’re missing me anyhow
Yeah, you missing what I’m missing
Yeah, it’s been a while
Youre the one that got me thinking ’bout calling
I’m a sexaholic, sexaholic for you

[Chorus: Serayah & Yazz]
Big shoes, big shoes (big shoes)
My new one got some really big shoes to fill
Made moves, made moves (made moves)
I moved on, but I think about you for real
Big shoes, big shoes
My new one got some really big shoes to fill
Made moves, made moves (made moves)
I moved on, but I think about you
I still, think about you, for real (for real)
Think about you, I still, think about you, for real (for real)
Think about you, ’bout you
I still, think about you, for real
Think about you, I still (oh yeah), think about you, for real (real)
Think about you, ’bout you

[Outro: Serayah & yazz, Both]
Big shoes, big shoes (big shoes, for real)
Big shoes, big shoes
Hit the dance floor, c’mon

[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

[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song

[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a f—, stole from all you…)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out “It hurt”
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes

[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

[Intro]
You lil’ niggas, man (you lil’ niggas is little)
Know what I’m sayin’?
Big bosses big, big boss, CEO shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
Take yo hoe and some more shit, you dig?
Pour a four, shit
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 1]
Put my pride to the side (side), I could never lie
I don’t care if you cry, let them pussy niggas die
Ayy, Bentley matte black (skrrt), ooh, different kind of fabric
CEO status (huh), all my niggas savage (what)
You niggas’ll change for fame (fame)
It’s a sad game (sad game)
This the fast lane (skrrt)
Dug up money with the shovel (shovel), I could bury the bundle
It’s the Lamb, yeah
What you been sayin’, yeah? (What you been sayin’, yeah?)
Ooh, it’s the gang, yeah (gang)
Yeah them chopsticks no lil’ shit (grra)
You could get your wig split (your wig split)
Couple mil on that deal, nigga (deal, nigga)
I’m a boss, my whole team countin’ still, nigga (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas)
My check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex)
Can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead)
You a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)

[Verse 2]
Pull up with the drama (drama)
Better be movin’ proper (what)
Better use a yoppa (grra)
We ain’t playin’ fair, you a teddy bear (teddy)
My wrist too cold with Moncler
Talkin’ the trap but you not there
On the bullshit (bullshit), that pullin’ up quick (quick)
Like a foreign so many sticks (sticks)
That’s that tragic shit (tragic shit)
I got the baddest bitch (baddest)
Yeah, yeah (yah)
Yeah, yeah, quarter mil on my car, yeah (quarter milli)
Drippin’ in Chanel, that’s a bar, yeah (that’s a bar)
Come to Rich Forever, be a star, yeah (be a star)
I got too much ice (ice)
I got (I got)
Too many props, too much paper, right (rich)

[Chorus]
You little niggas (little niggas), my check bigger (check bigger)
Can’t flex, nigga (flex), can’t bet witcha (huh)
Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt)
Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what)
All them dead friends (dead), you a middleman (what)
You a little man (little, huh)
Your money getting shorter (shorter)
My bitch from ‘cross the water (bitch)
Teach you how to count it (yeah), all about it, better boss up (rich)