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[Intro:]
Strange Reign 2017…

[Pre-hook: JL]
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
Or my music like a perc
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Verse 1: JL]
That’s dope nigga what you call a buzz when you caught a bus
I make you feel like you was on all the drugs
All the drugs, drugs, I got all the plugs
A-A-All this was to satisfy the customers
It’ll hit you different depending on what we pay you
Pop it then the check the purity side effects of it fatal
Now you know that when you blow niggas wanna know what they pay you
(Fo sho’) N-N-Noses in my bidness like a yayo!
Flippin’ like it’s crack and can’t relax it’s like we drug dealers
Or sit in [?], I’m servin’ sinking this and sink with nerves
Cook ’em like it’s smack is what they slappin’ when they get the urge
Keep ’em coming back we push these packages to listeners
Word

[Pre-hook: JL]
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
Or my music like a perc
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Hook: JL]
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
T9X is what they sniffin’ when Tech Nina get to spittin’
My position is give ’em a hell of an addiction
On these scripts and they be itchin’
For the good dope that I be dishin’ out for the listenin’
That’s why I’m constantly cookin’ off in the kitchen
Nigga I’m Mr. Molly, when Nina shit hits her body
It takes her and gets her naughty
Fella mixed it with liquor prolly
She’ll love you and lick your lolly
Taking me is her hobby
She flipping through my discography, nigga
Then she swallow me, nigga
Buss serves on them bitches steady searchin’ for the sickness
If you want it Nina’s on it with the quickness
Shit is real not ficticious all the wishes for the bomb
You can get it from the Don P, I daze you like a whippit
Nigga I’m addictive

[Pre-hook: JL]
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
Or my music like a perc
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Hook: JL]
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope!

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
I’ma let two of my young gunners work this motherfucker
Jay Trilogy and Joey Cool
Go!

[Verse 3: Jay Trilogy]
Okay I’ve been taking my time since 8th grade
You niggas been having it easy for the past 6 years
Don’t believe me motherfucker? Wait ’till I release my CD
I’m a Cold Piece of Work
They tryna find a cure for me but I’m pure disease
I’m infecting the industry first, ain’t nobody safe from me
Bitch I’m great
I’m not the plug but I got that work bitch, don’t try to test me
I got verses that could put everybody in a hearse so I feel I deserve it
I’m only 19 but be warned
My flow so dope a motherfucking fiend would avoid
Heard about this shit on the street giving niggas instant OD’s
Oh lord
So you just caught a glimpse and you low-key high as a bitch
Don’t trip, I’ma try to fix this shit
If I go too hard, you might just flip your shit
So take a few deep breaths while I inject infectious rhythm in your system
Have you bouncing through the roof, catch a groove if you with it
Aye
Asking me if I think I’m the goat
Okay I admit it, I see the future and that’s all that is in it
I put in the work, so I know I’ma get it
You digging a ditch for yourself if you step to the kid, give a fuck about wealth
Give a fuck about numbers, a fuck about y’all, I will eat you alive and that’s straight from the heart
And a rock in a hard place, help me get it ever?
Broke as a bitch and I need that cheddar
Mozzarella and the provolone et-cetera
I don’t really know which one is better of the three
And I don’t give a fuck just hand it over
I ain’t ever going back to my day job
When I quit, man, I quit for a lifetime
Called my old managers over tell him, "Man I told ya"
I’m worth more than gold and I know that shit
Tryna put me on a payroll, hold my dick
I’m doing what most of the world fears everyday
That’s a Cold Piece of Work, better fix your face when you’re mentioning Jay

[Verse 4: Joey Cool]
If you ain’t ever heard of Coolie, you bout to get the connection
I’m narcotic, pharmaceutical, potent anti-depresent
I alleviate what antidotes heal and aging what’s stressing
I’m like Lucy in the sky with the diamonds my effervescence is infectious
Most definitely, deathly defiant
I’m a motherfucking giant, a tyrant, a modern pirate
I might throw a fucking party next Friday, you’re all invited
Mr. Molly said he might be attending, bitch get excited!
Lace boots with the rhyme skills
I don’t even need the lights on
So Dope that I’m like pills
Burna cut the fucking mic on
Coolie Baby, I been rocking with the nigga, hella tatted with the ice on
Gold teeth with the gold chains, Own Thang, got the hood, I’m home
Put the swank on a nigga real quick, you are at the bottom of the sea-saw
Bank on a nigga being mine, goin’ back and forth like it’s ping-pong
Stay with me get you realigned, this’ll be divine, it’s a theme song
Godzilla be up on the punishment and I might slap the shit up out of King Kong
See the team strong, I been chopping and talking with Nina, he told me I’m ready
Aim at the target, the scope on the lock on this bitch and I’m holding it steady
Taking precaution, I’m deadly
Bumping that good Everready
Shit is so down, it’s steady
Fuck it, I’m Joey Andretti

[Pre-hook: JL]
They treat my bidness like it’s soda
Or my music like a perc
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Hook: JL]
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope nigga
That’s dope
They know my flow is the yola
That’s a cold piece of work

[Verse 1]
No one wants to stay at home
Nobody wants to be alone
When you come knocking, I’ll be at your door
I don’t ever wanna stop
I’m gonna give it all I’ve got
And when they ask me, “who could ask for more?”

[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t stand still
I won’t slow down

[Chorus]
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
I wanna go out dancing

[Post-Chorus]
I wanna go out
I wanna go out, dancing

[Verse 2]
This is where I wanna be with you
Your arms wrapped around me
And fireworks reflecting in your eyes
This is how I wanna feel
The wild kiss, the music reeling
Getting down, riding all the highs

[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t stand still
I won’t slow down

[Chorus]
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
I wanna go out dancing

[Post-Chorus]
I wanna go out
I wanna go out, dancing

[Bridge]
Everybody’s got a story
Let it be your blaze of glory
Burning bright, never fade away
And when the final curtain falls, we could say we did it all
The never ending of a perfect day

[Pre-Chorus]
Can’t stand still
(Can’t stand still)
I won’t slow down
(Won’t slow down)

[Chorus]
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
When I go out, I wanna go out dancing
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
I wanna go out dancing

[Post-Chorus]
I wanna go out
I wanna go out
(I wanna go out dancing)
I wanna go out
I wanna go out
(I wanna go out dancing)

[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Nigga told me it was cheaper to be myself, ya heard?
Then that same nigga told me it wasn’t always cool to be me
What the fuck?
Always tellin’ me that I was good for nothin’
I was never good or nothin’

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Hood niggas (all I know)
Good pretenders
All I know how to be’s a ridah

[Verse 1: The Jacka]
90 knocks in and out the spot for cream
90 shots hangin’ off the big machine
See my sister cryin’ they took her love away
All my niggas how we sellin’ drugs for pay
I just [?] they wanna murder me
So I gotta keep a cannon every day
Whole family [?] we gotta find a way
Stomach full of lean because we lost our way
Make a [?] never [?]
[?]
I lose every girl ’cause I sleep with my rifle
Now I tell the world this

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Hood niggas (all I know)
Good pretenders
All I know how to be’s a ridah

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Damn, I can’t believe they killed my nigga Jack
Had a dream the other night that I brought my brodie back
We was gettin’ [?], smokin’ out a Back, sippin’ Act
‘Cause that’s how we use to do it, me and J and the Mac
Shit fuck with my mind and realize that he gone
Got me relapsin’ back to back, blowin’ out of the zone
I put that on my soul, never erase your number from my phone
Thug tears for thug angels, callin’ heaven their home
A lot of suckas gettin’ credit, but they fake and they fraudulent
‘Cause they ain’t shit without possessions, puttin’ on shows for their audience
My brotha Jack taught me a lesson, that we don’t care how hard he is
And that them niggas bleed too, regardless of who he thought he is
See, I was raised on the curbside
By pitchin’ flippers, lettin’ birds fly
And whoever kill the Jack, I sear to God I hope that nerd die
See a vision with my third eye, got my mind on murder
Mama didn’t raise a bitch, bein’ a coward was a nada

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Grind or die, I’ll put that on the bible
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Brains on the dashboard, probly no survivors
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Prayin’ for protection from the one that’s right onside ya
All I know how to be’s a ridah
Hood niggas (all I know)
Good pretenders
All I know how to be’s a ridah

[Intro]
Boy Brick Squad
This shit the mob, nigga
Cook! Bow bow
Louney G on the track
You know!

[Pre-Chorus]
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)

[Chorus]
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you know
When the junkie hit the rock, glass jaw
Migo called my phone, said I need a fuckin’ mental [?], yeah, yeah
I’ll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah
Trap spot got plenty guns
Sold a hundred pounds, that’s a home run
Bust his head for a dirty bird
Charge him 37 for a whole one
Switch his spot, 6 month run
My flag bleedin’ like a nose run
‘Bout to crank up a new trap spot
[?] lil’ rock ’cause that [?]
And if a nigga play with my money
Then my young niggas on his ass, duck huntin’
Bringin’ quarters back like Andrew Luck
Gotta charge extra if we cook it up
Strippin’ bitches countin’ money naked
That Lamb’ truck, bitch, I gotta have it
Flex! Flex!

[Pre-Chorus]
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)

[Chorus]
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off

[Verse 2]
Say it twice Clayco
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
You got that lean with the karo
Make that ho leave with a bankroll
I’ll put the beam on the k hole
I trap my ass off like Stoney and Hundo
Get off that work like I’m down in Diego
Clayco Clayco, Flocka connected like Lego
Hit up my migo, no Quavo
They send a mill if I say so
Play with the work, gon’ be fatal
Hole in your head like a bagel
Residue all on the table
Tourin’ and trappin’, trappin’ and tourin’
Trap house bring in what you pay for that foreign
Made junkies jump from the free throw like Jordan
Watch what you say ’cause you know they recordin’
These roosters I’m servin’ don’t chirp in the mornin’
Get rid of these babies like we do abortions
I just bought a morgue, I put bricks in the coffin
That’s on my flag, nigga
Flocka!

[Pre-Chorus]
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)

[Chorus]
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off

[Outro]
Say it twice [?]
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
I’ll put the beam on the k hole
Flockaveli 2

[Intro]
Boy Brick Squad
This shit the mob, nigga
Cook! Bow bow
Louney G on the track
You know!

[Pre-Chorus]
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)

[Chorus]
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you know
When the junkie hit the rock, glass jaw
Migo called my phone, said I need a fuckin’ mental [?], yeah, yeah
I’ll get a nigga poked up for some honey buns, yeah, yeah
Trap spot got plenty guns
Sold a hundred pounds, that’s a home run
Bust his head for a dirty bird
Charge him 37 for a whole one
Switch his spot, 6 month run
My flag bleedin’ like a nose run
‘Bout to crank up a new trap spot
[?] lil’ rock ’cause that [?]
And if a nigga play with my money
Then my young niggas on his ass, duck huntin’
Bringin’ quarters back like Andrew Luck
Gotta charge extra if we cook it up
Strippin’ bitches countin’ money naked
That Lamb’ truck, bitch, I gotta have it
Flex! Flex!

[Pre-Chorus]
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)

[Chorus]
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off

[Verse 2]
Say it twice Clayco
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
You got that lean with the karo
Make that ho leave with a bankroll
I’ll put the beam on the k hole
I trap my ass off like Stoney and Hundo
Get off that work like I’m down in Diego
Clayco Clayco, Flocka connected like Lego
Hit up my migo, no Quavo
They send a mill if I say so
Play with the work, gon’ be fatal
Hole in your head like a bagel
Residue all on the table
Tourin’ and trappin’, trappin’ and tourin’
Trap house bring in what you pay for that foreign
Made junkies jump from the free throw like Jordan
Watch what you say ’cause you know they recordin’
These roosters I’m servin’ don’t chirp in the mornin’
Get rid of these babies like we do abortions
I just bought a morgue, I put bricks in the coffin
That’s on my flag, nigga
Flocka!

[Pre-Chorus]
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Right next to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bustin’ bags down on the counter
Bust-bustin’ bags down on the counter (you know)

[Chorus]
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off
Trap, trap my ass off

[Outro]
Say it twice [?]
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in the Faygo
I’ll put the beam on the k hole
Flockaveli 2