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[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse]
Bangin’ out the mothafuckin’ back door
Yeah, you sippin’ but you not sippin’ Act’ though (facts)
Double C’s on my feet, gang bangin’ Bs (gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Vietnamese (hah!)
Crew of bitches poppin’ percs, E’s and triple C’s (pop)
Off top, gimme top ’cause you just a sleaze (slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, "Nigga please" (hah)
Touch my riches, you’ll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (brr)
I been flexin’ for a while now (whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got twelve left, like a dial now (pew pew pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don’t dial now, yeah (brrr)
Rap niggas tryna steal my style (hah!, huh)
Stackin’ shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker, poker face, Code Lyoko (lil’ boat)
These niggas po-po, Benz sit on 24-4’s (skrr)
That shit go skrt, skrt, she eat nut like a burger
She said, "It’s sweet", she said, "It’s sweet, just like nectar" (yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector (brr)
Aye, these niggas got me hot
Dumb bitch don’t you ever dare pop up at my spot (no)
Talking ’bout you mad, that’s some shots at yo’ dad
I ain’t here to conversate if it ain’t ’bout a dollar (cha ching)
Number 9 on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (gang)
I done gave so much knowledge, I done turned to a father (goddamn)
And my brother from the south, on the run, he’s a robber (yeah)
Kickin’ doors, bangin’ hoes, had to stay ten toes (whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin’ on ten hoes (whoo)
Aye, fuck with me (yeah)
I’m rich as hell, yo’ bitch love on me (gang)
You don’t have to like me, just don’t talk, just don’t fuck with me (fuck it)
Aye, uh, had to get it out the Civic (yeah)
Is there smoke pussy boy? Please be specific (for real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account numbers look terrific (hah)

[Chorus]
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (mhm)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrt, hah)
Yeah, you can count me in (mhm)
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (yeah)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrr skrr)
Yeah, you can count me in (hoo)

[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Verse]
Bangin’ out the mothafuckin’ back door
Yeah, you sippin’ but you not sippin’ Act’ though (facts)
Double C’s on my feet, gang bangin’ Bs (gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Vietnamese (hah!)
Crew of bitches poppin’ percs, E’s and triple C’s (pop)
Off top, gimme top ’cause you just a sleaze (slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, "Nigga please" (hah)
Touch my riches, you’ll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (brr)
I been flexin’ for a while now (whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got twelve left, like a dial now (pew pew pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don’t dial now, yeah (brrr)
Rap niggas tryna steal my style (hah!, huh)
Stackin’ shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker, poker face, Code Lyoko (lil’ boat)
These niggas po-po, Benz sit on 24-4’s (skrr)
That shit go skrt, skrt, she eat nut like a burger
She said, "It’s sweet", she said, "It’s sweet, just like nectar" (yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a Vector (brr)
Aye, these niggas got me hot
Dumb bitch don’t you ever dare pop up at my spot (no)
Talking ’bout you mad, that’s some shots at yo’ dad
I ain’t here to conversate if it ain’t ’bout a dollar (cha ching)
Number 9 on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (gang)
I done gave so much knowledge, I done turned to a father (goddamn)
And my brother from the south, on the run, he’s a robber (yeah)
Kickin’ doors, bangin’ hoes, had to stay ten toes (whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin’ on ten hoes (whoo)
Aye, fuck with me (yeah)
I’m rich as hell, yo’ bitch love on me (gang)
You don’t have to like me, just don’t talk, just don’t fuck with me (fuck it)
Aye, uh, had to get it out the Civic (yeah)
Is there smoke pussy boy? Please be specific (for real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account numbers look terrific (hah)

[Chorus]
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (mhm)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrt, hah)
Yeah, you can count me in (mhm)
And yeah you can count me in (yeah, mhm)
Fuckin’ on some hoes, you can count me in (okay, mhm)
Hittin’ up them stores, you can count me in (yeah)
Rollin’ in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrr skrr)
Yeah, you can count me in (hoo)

[Intro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit
Yeah
They talkin’ ’bout practice, bloody
Like we don’t practice, bloody

[Verse 1]
Who said I don’t go hard? Bitch, I go so hard
I don’t care who got it, we still in charge
Fuck these hoes, fuck these broads, I don’t got no time (no)
Do you see my pockets (yeah), I’m doin’ just fine
Don’t call my line, don’t call my line (don’t call it) if you ain’t talkin’ checks (what?)
Oh you tryna flex? (What?) We are not impressed
Bankrolls in my sweats, hitters to my left (woo, woo)
Pull up to the club (skrrt), fuck it up, then we left (skrrt)
Hennessy on my breath, OG in my chest
Oh you makin’ threats? Okay, say less (say less)
Don’t act like you know me (huh?) I don’t know you guys (no)
So if I say, "Who you?," (who them?) do not act surprised
Man, I don’t pay y’all no mind, no, I just pay my bills (yeah)
No Netflix and chill, bitch, I get checks and chill
Put that pussy on my grills, bitch, tell me how it feels (woo)
They say that I’m rude, no I’m just that real (woo)

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

[Verse 2]
Oh you tried to doubt me? They tried to doubt me
Oh you a hater? Keep that shit from ’round me
Pull up in that Audi, skrrt skrrt, then I’m outtie (skrrt skrrt)
Put my chain on her, she like, "Oh, you tryna drown me?" (Ooh)
Back when I was broke, you was tryna clown me
‘Member when you said you was better off without me?
Now I’m shittin’ on you (shittin’), ooh, I did it on you
Now you got the blues, like I’m Crippin’ on you (woo)
But I’m on my Blood shit, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
I be fuckin’ doll bitches, voodoo, voodoo (voodoo)
If you gettin’ money then, you cool, you cool (you cool)
But I don’t know you guys, who you? Who you? (Who dem?)
I do what I do, bitch, mind your business
I’m talkin’ my shit, because I’m twisted
I’ma be a billionaire, speak that to existence (ayy)
I believe that shit, if I say it then I meant it
You can’t tell me nothin’, everything in function
I don’t hear no facts, nope, I just hear assumptions
You said you was poppin’ (word), I heard you was bluffin’
Oh you frontin’ frontin’, you really ’bout nothin’
Chicken with the stuffin’, we gettin’ that bank, bank
We gettin’ that KK, fuck what you think, think
We smokin’ that stank stank, loud pack, yeah that dank dank
I ball every pay day, everyday is pay day

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this shit
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit

[Outro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’
Bloody, bloody, ayy
Bloody, bloody, ayy
We go hard for this
If they don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this

[Verse 1]
Who am I that the highest King
Would welcome me
I was lost but He brought me in
Oh His love for me

[Chorus 1]
Who the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am

[Verse 1]
Free at last He has ransomed me
His grace runs deep
While I was a slave to sin
Jesus died for me
Yes He died for me

[Chorus 2]
Who the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
In my Father’s house
There’s a place for me
I’m a child of God
Yes I am

[Bridge]
I am chosen, not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me, not against me
I am who You say I am
I am chosen, not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me, not against me
I am who You say I am
I am who You say I am

[Chorus 3]
Who the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
In my Father’s house
There’s a place for me
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
I’m a child of God
Yes I am

[Verse 1]
Oh, I bet you think you’re John Wayne
Showing up and shooting down everybody
You’re classic in the wrong way
And we all know the end of the story

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause everyone knows someone who kills the buzz
Every time they open up their mouth
Yeah, everyone knows someone who knows someone
Who thinks they’re cooler than everybody else

[Chorus]
And I think we’ve seen enough, seen enough
To know that you ain’t ever gonna come down
So, why don’t you giddy up, giddy up
And ride straight out of this town
You and your high horse
You and your high horse

[Verse 2]
I bet you think you’re first place
Yeah, someone should give you a ribbon
And put you in the hall of fame
For all the games that you think that you’re winning

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause everyone knows someone who kills the buzz
Every time they open up their mouth
Yeah, everyone knows someone who knows someone
Who thinks they’re cooler than everybody else

[Chorus]
And I think we’ve seen enough, seen enough
To know that you ain’t ever gonna come down
So, why don’t you giddy up, giddy up
And ride straight out of this town
You and your high horse
You and your high horse

[Bridge]
Darling, you take the high horse and I’ll take the high road
If you’re too good for us, you’ll be good riding solo

[Chorus]
Yeah, I think we’ve seen enough, seen enough
To know that you ain’t ever gonna come down
So, why don’t you giddy up, giddy up
And ride straight out of this town
You and your high horse
You and your high horse
High horse
You ain’t ever gonna come down
You ain’t ever gonna come down