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[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yeah
Blues, but I’m black
Goddamn
Green, but I ain’t mean
Bitch, yeah
Sos’, baby
Shit
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Young niggas be up in the trenches
Doin’ shit that they ain’t got no business
How I know? Nigga, I was one of ’em
Run up on me, I’ma up my gun on you
You can’t hide from the feds if they lookin’ for you, ayy
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat, man
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Punch your ass black, man, uh, huh
Splash on your ass to splat, man, yeah
I’m the Batman
I ain’t got no cape but call me Gat-man
Yeah, that’s a fact, man
Ho like, “Damn So’, you gettin’ fat, man”
Niggas like, “Let me get a track, man”
In a Hellcat but I ain’t even supposed to be drivin’
We gon’ make us split you like some taxes
Who they think they is, it sure ain’t Casper
She gave me the grill, I sure ain’t ask her
Shawty got that long throat like a dragon

[Chorus]
Young niggas be up in the trenches
Doin’ shit that they ain’t got no business
How I know? Nigga, I was one of ’em
Run up on me, I’ma up my gun on you
You can’t hide from the feds if they lookin’ for you, ayy
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat, man
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah

[Verse 2]
You want beef like you work at Fuddruckers
It’s just me and my blood brothers, motherfucker
Man, these bitches be bloodsuckers, goddamn
Stompin’ through the dirt with my mud brothers
All this water, bitch, I’m sinkin’ (Bling)
Slide quicker than a nigga can blink, yeah
These niggas pussy pink, yeah
Big fat pistol, I call him Binky
Up the boys and get beasty
We let off ’til the conversation ceases
My teacher couldn’t teach me
I was runnin’ through the hall and it wasn’t recess

[Chorus]
Young niggas be up in the trenches
Doin’ shit that they ain’t got no business
How I know? Nigga, I was one of ’em
Run up on me, I’ma up my gun on you
You can’t hide from the feds if they lookin’ for you, ayy
Oh, you want your dope? Foenem took it from you, ayy
Watch how you cock your hat, man
We got that rat-tat-tat, man, yeah

[Intro]
In your boyfriends stop tel him hands up
He a bitch tell him man up
Enviyon on the mix

I just popped a bean
Now I’m running through the stars
At the end of the day
They gon’ know who we are
Every time we fuck
Girl I take it too far
I was talkin bout I love you
I was tweaking off the bar
Xans up

[Hook]
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’m super handsome
Walkin with my handgun
Down to kill a fuck nigga out the random
Shorty say she fuck niggas out the random
Hit her phone, told her that I was a random
Everyday I wake up gettin money, gettin paid, yeah
Money over bitches, best believe I’m gettin laid
Anyway
Fuckin girls from all types of places
All types of backgrounds, all pretty faces
Money by the cases
All I need blue faces
Suck it then she taste it
Damn that shit my favorite
Damn that bitch my baby
Yeah she drive me crazy
That’s my one and only
Psych, bitch I got eighty
Time, time, time stops for no man
I blow nines, I don’t throw hands
She gon’ do that white like Lindsey Lohan
And I’m gon’ take some money from her boyfriend

[Hook]
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom
Run up in your boyfriends spot tell him hands up
.40 to his face, make him cry
Tell him man up
Fuck your bitch, then I’m goin ghost
Danny Phantom
I just wanna pull up in the rolls
Yeah the phantom

[Verse 2]
Watch me do what I do
Left my old for my new
Shoes red, shoes blue
That bitch lost, blue clue
I’m the man, I’m the man
Yeah I know
Let me say that shit again
Bitch I’m xannin’ so I’m slow (ay)
Look at my new ho, yeah she pretty
We gon’ run the city
I’m so stuck, I’m so sedated
Keep that .9 tucked with me
Let a nigga try me
Imma do him like I’m Dej Loaf
Send him straight to heaven
Bullet holes give him halos
Give him a halo
Stack the money, I need pesos
I’m in the cut so I lay low
I’m shootin shit like I’m J-Lo
Makin money like I’m Jay-Z
Can’t a pussy nigga play me
I feel like I amthe man, yeah
I am, nigga can’t persuade me
Young nigga ballin out, feelin like I’m Michael
Swimmin through the money, yeah
I’m feelin like I’m Michael
Wash him up like a psycho
Read a nigga like a bible (on God)
Shoot a nigga with my rifle
Shoot a nigga then his grandfolks
Watch me

[Outro]
Hahaha
That shit funny

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah
Mosey-Mosey you made this?

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Verse 1]
I can’t stop fuckin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Gang, gang)
Me and my niggas shootin’, it’s a habit, yeah (Boom, grrr)
Hard knocks too and I know they can’t have it, yeah
Got some stars on the roof, ’cause you know I had to grab it
Gucci on my waist, Burberry headband
Punch him in the face, yeah, we on his head, man
Two-tone splashin’ all this water, feel like a snow-man
I done broke away ’cause he still a broke man (Broke bitch)

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Verse 2]
V12, bad bitch and she ridin’ with no seatbelt (Lil’ bitch)
BM, I’m the type, stop askin’ for details
Might just re-up, takin’ change, feel like Griezmann
I still pop Xans, but I said I ain’t need them, uh-huh
Pop a bean, have her over here in the outer space
Pull up with my niggas, let it shine like L.A
Left my old city to the wood to get a K
Youngest nigga, they gon’ have see to it my way (My way)

[Chorus]
She a bad bitch, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Since yesterday, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Ooh)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away
Since yesterday, I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
She’s just a date, got a brand new bust down Patek (Bust down)
Bust down Cartier, yeah (Bust)
Getting bands today (Bands)
Fly out on a jet, just for me to get away

[Outro]
Now I’m heavy

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Verse 1: Trill Sammy]
I woke up with a bag, now that bitch tryna’ come through
Now I’m up, got her mad, how the fuck I turn brand new?
Got all these racks in my bag, TSA won’t let me through
I carry cash, need no wallet, but I’m high as hell, like a co-pilot, yeah
I got plenty options, pull up, get the show poppin’
Look like money, so I talk it
Smokin’ OG, it got my coughin’, uh
Ksubi on my jeans, got red bottoms all in my closet
New Supreme, so much drip, don’t need no faucet

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Verse 2: 2-Tone]
Yeah, ay, 2-Tone, yeah
I can’t trust [?] cos’ all these niggas snakes, I know they watchin’
So I gotta’ keep the pole, won’t let ’em take none a’ my deposits
Lil bitch bad, but she be poppin’
She want bags, then she gon’ pop it
I want cash, they ain’t no option
All a’ them mad, just look at they pockets
Bust down 3 for 3
Your bitch wanna leave with me
Stuff the leaf with reefer
I can’t trust nobody, keep it on me, ain’t no losses
I still put promethazine in my 2 liter, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: Trill Sammy]
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot
I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes
If she bad, know I’ma shoot, but my bitch don’t need no suit, yah
Ridin’ in the coupe, so high up, need a parachute
I can’t trust nobody, so I just count up the loot (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)
I ain’t makin’ no deposits (no, no) I just ride with all this blue (I just spent 15, and put red bottoms on my shoes)

[Intro: Juicy J & [?]]
You’s a bitch
(Bitches)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Lil’ bro got all-gold teeth and he was glistenin’
Came from the Souled and he came out of Memphis
Told me ’bout the hoes and he put me on the bitches
And he said they’d be trippy, man, layin’ me some pimpin’
How come bitches wanna cover? Pretty motherfucker
Basement out the gutter, don’t fuck without no rubber
I don’t ever trust her, I would never cuff her
Kissin’ on her lover, I do it for my brother

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Back of the club, posted with my dubs
Act like you tough, you could catch a slug
Hoes in my face fixin’ for a taste
Of this young nigga, she wants a big dipper

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Pull up European, smoke a [?]
Smokin’ on a ‘Cali, but the papers [?]
Rich hazy [?], lyin’ with a [?]
Hundred for the car (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Rollin’ up the weed (weed), trippin’ off a pill (pill)
Trippin’ out and swervin’, all my niggas in the field (field)
Trippin’ like the rap-niggas can’t be for real
Really started from the [?] and now a nigga makin’ mills’
Hah, hah, like a [?]
All my niggas built the way, ain’t gonna lose (hah)
Shawty gon’ buss it open for a nigga with a check (hah)
Heard the pussy good, but tonight I want some head (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J & [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]
(Bitches)

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
It’s that nigga from the mafia, I’m the juice on that Bombay
And them Xannies dancin’ on my Phantom roof
I got bitches that got bitches that do everythin’, but two
I just met your baby-momma, now I got a new recruit
Ten-thousand dollars on my motherfuckin’ tooth
If that bitch ain’t got my money, I’ma knock her tooth loose
Fine-ass bitches eatin’ dick for Jimmy Choo
At the club all night, can’t even take the kids to school
Thursday afternoon, I was on the move
Shots of Petrone, hand full of ‘shrooms
Pop it like Reinbacher, I left in a helicopter
Even though I’m paid up, I’m still chasin’ every dollar
Bitch, I got bands, I heard she got Xans’
Her pussy so good, heard her pussy got fans
Fuck her more than one time, damn, I must be out my mind
Throw that ass in rewind, let me hit it from behind

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 6: Project Pat]
You tell the doody bitches like they do you
They play dumb, so, my nigga, I play dumb too
Get caught in that pussy way up, that’s that Hou-do
Supposed to be the man, now that bitch control you
Get money, flip money, all I do is spend money, trippin’
Love my money all-blue, I guess my money crippin’
No disrespect to double-cup, so you know I’m sippin’
The bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up ’til I stuck my dick in
Money like a hood-bitch mouth, guess they flippin’ off
Ducks get plucked, you front me? Then I’m dippin’ off
Stump down like [?], back-hand you in to last week
Lyin’ about that bread’ll get your head cracked to the street
Credit card check fraud, or a fuckin’ thief
Flatback suckin’ Jack, ’til a nigga skeet
She get paid in many ways, her pimp gotta eat
Or hit the highway juggin’ off a whole key (ooh)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Outro: [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]