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[Pre-Chorus]
So fuck your bible and your Babel
I made this psalm into my dirty bomb
So dance, motherfucker, dance
Racing to a red light

[Chorus]
I’m un-stabled, I’m not a show horse
I can’t be bridled, of course
I’m un-scabbed and un-regretted
I got tattooed in reverse

In reverse

[Verse]
You can’t play this game, you’ve lost all the pieces
So hold your breath and just wait
(I’m sure) Someone else will pay for your sins
But I’m not convinced by your costume
This ain’t my goddamn cup of tears

[Chorus]
I’m un-stabled, I’m not a show horse
I can’t be bridled, of course
I’m un-scabbed and un-regretted
I got tattooed in reverse

Got tattooed in reverse
In reverse

[Bridge]
Your confession means nothing
So fuck your attrition
There ain’t nothing in my hourglass
Just sand from a dead sea
And I made it my weapon
And I made it my weapon

Your confession means nothing
So fuck your attrition
There ain’t nothing in my hourglass
Just sand from a dead sea
And I made it my weapon

[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck your bible and your Babel
I made this psalm into my dirty bomb
So dance, motherfucker, dance
Racing to a red light

So fuck your bible and your Babel
I made this psalm into my dirty bomb
So dance, motherfucker, dance
Racing to a red light

[Chorus]
I’m un-stabled, I’m not a show horse
I can’t be bridled, of course
I’m un-scabbed and un-regretted
I got tattooed in reverse

I got tattooed in reverse

[Intro: Trouble]
Let do it
Money man
Go get your money man, go get that
Go for that shit now, go get your money man
Mike Will Made-it, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Yeah, tryna show me that she ’bout it
‘Bout it, ’bout it, yeah, shawty ’bout it, ’bout it, yeah
Take the charger, bad lil shawty, say she ’bout it
I gotta come for you, you shot at my lil’ partner though
The loud wild off the gate, don’t need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got the game down now, sorry Mr. Charlie
Aye, she say you so mothafuckin’ hood
But you ain’t no mothafuckin’ good
Might be right, gift and a curse, I take it all as blessin’
Know you fuckin’ with a real one though, no question (no doubt)
Partna you gon’ get spent doin’ all that flexin’
So many of us shootin’ you straight, ain’t no pressure
Hatin’ on that man won’t do you no blessin’
Tryna teach a young nigga flexin’
Wanna go to war, but you ain’t got no money
Worry ’bout these hoes and you ain’t got no money
Mike Will Made-It
Big Trouble, baby

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back, damn

[Verse 2: Drake & Trouble]
Yeah, I don’t play no games boy, I’m at your head (at your head)
All about the family, niggas took the pledge (took that shit)
Now you gotta own up to that shit you said
You can’t push us to the edge, Trouble from the edge
Hit the gas and we outta there
Do it for the six, because we started there (started)
I got a girl that used to ride around with ‘Pac an’ them (‘Pac)
I gotta get it, you came from my lil partner then (fuck)
Yeah, Richard Mille, heavy on the watch (bitch)
Extra million just to see the Maybach drop (drop, drop)
Crest white smile on my face
Once I get to snappin’ ain’t nobody safe (nobody)
Reality gon’ hit ya or we gon’ hit ya
Either way if they was with ya, they goin’ with ya
Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike WiLL)
Me and Big Trouble baby (DTE)

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Ounces in my mothafuckin’ pantry (yeah)
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin’, yeah
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah
I’ma get some cho-cho, one thing ’bout me, yeah
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that
I could put you frontline, just bring it back

[Chorus: Trouble]
Bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah
Don’t wanna have to chase you down ’bout them stack
‘Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, it’s on here, throw it back

[Verse]
Roll up, get high with me, babe
Come on, come ride with me, babe
Shawty, are you ride or die for me, babe?
I just wanna know (ooh, ay, uh)
Baby, get high with me, lil’ baby
Feelings to the side with me, lil’ baby (yeah)
Come and get high with me, lil’ baby
That’s my baby, she’s so fly with me, lil’ baby
Yeah, get high with me, lil’ baby
Come and ride for me, lil’ baby
Would you fight for me, lil’ baby?
Would you die for me, lil’ baby?
She’s my soul to keep, lil’ baby
Yeah, your soul for me to reap, lil’ baby
Swear this love is all you need, lil’ baby
Yeah, it’s getting hard to breathe, lil’ baby
Yeah, it’s getting high to me, lil’ baby (yeah)
Yeah, come and get high with me, my love
Ay, get high with me, my love
Woah, get high
Come and get high with me, lil’ baby
Come and catch a vibe with me, lil’ baby
Put your feelings to the side with me, lil’ baby
Come and get high with me, my love
Come and get high with me

[Drop]
Come and catch a…
Come and catch a…
Come and catch a vibe with me
Come and get high with me, my love, ooh

Come and get high with me
Come and get high with me, my love
Come and get high with me
Come and get high

[Intro]
Ca$h Clay…
She wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this, Ahah…
Rare Sound

[Hook]
With racks like this, she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Ahah !)
I’m back on this, right now I just feel like fuck that bitch (You think you deserve it)
But with racks like this, she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Yo !)
I’m back on this, you ain’t got no flavor back up bitch

[Verse 1]
Bitch stop playin
You think you deserve a second chance (you think you deserve it)
Yeah, bands on bands (Racks!)
Bitch I got more money than your man (Imma flex on purpose)
(Ah !) I know ya nigga ain’t talking bout shit
(Ah !) I know his bank ain’t talking bout shit
(Ah !) I know his whip ain’t talking bout shit
I know his crib ain’t talking bout shit
I know his team ain’t talking bout shit
Brand new beam with a few more clips
20 racks on me, might hit Phipps

[Hook]
But what
With racks like this (Let’s go), she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Ahah ! Whoo whoo !)
I’m back on this, right now I just feel like fuck that bitch (I think she deserves it)
But with racks like this (Racks !), she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Yo! Let’s go, let’s go)
I’m back on this (Ah ! Ah !), you ain’t got no flavor back up bitch

[Verse 2]
Yo!
Racks on me no wallet, please catch her she fallin
Drop top whip just crawlin
Drop top whip just flexin
Fucked her one time at the Westin (one time)
Fucked her one time in the suite (one time)
Bitch gotta know it ain’t sweet
Been countin up all week (all week)
Stacked up the racks real neat (Ten racks)
Threw ten racks on a freak (Ten racks)
Ten racks get ya ass sweeped (Ten racks)
Look at these diamonds they shine, look at my bitch she fine
Can’t go out sad about a hoe (Oh no)
When I know the bitch ain’t mine

[Hook]
With racks like this (Rare Sound), she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Don’t think you deserve it)
I’m back on this, right now I just feel like fuck that bitch (I think she deserves it)
But with racks like this (Racks !), she wouldn’t wanna turn her back on this (Yo ! Let’s go, let’s go)
I’m back on this (Ah ! Ah !), you ain’t got no flavor back up bitch

[Outro]
Rare Sound

[Intro]
Oh my God!
Oh my God! (Honorable C Note)
Yeah!
Big 14 know what the fuck going on
Aye
Hold up

[Hook: Trippie Redd]
Take moment
Count my guap
Count my guap
All these racks
Bummin’ in
They bummin’ in
Count my guap
Count my guap
Can I stop
Coming in
Coming in
Pulled up in that drop top
She dropped dead
I pulled up in that drop top
She dropped dead
My diamonds dancing
Hopscotch
They holding hands
My diamonds dancing
Hopscotch
They holding hands

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
I don’t know
What planet I’m on
I’m a king
Lil’ bitch watch the throne

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
[?]
Steady causin’ havoc
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard just like a Maveric
Money stretch long
Look just like elastic
Now that bitch steady callin’ me Mr. Fantastic, yeah
Know I keep a ratchet
If you plain
Boy I’ll turn your ass to Hatchet
Automatic
Doom doom doom doom bitch I’m blastin’
Put you in a casket
Money stretch long
It’s elastic

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
I don’t know
What planet I’m on
I’m a king
Lil’ bitch watch the throne
[?]

[Hook: Trippie Redd]
Take moment
Count my guap
Count my guap
All these racks
Bummin’ in
They bummin’ in
Count my guap
Count my guap
Can I stop
Coming in
Coming in
Pulled up in that drop top
She dropped dead
I pulled up in that drop top
She dropped dead
My diamonds dancing
Hopscotch
They holding hands
My diamonds dancing
Hopscotch
They holding hands

[Bridge 2: Travis Scott]
[?]
My planet
My home
Cost to high
The fumes
Too strong
Mixed this cup
For way
Too long

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Add it up
Don’t subtract it
Codeine safe with me and let’s get blasted
Lambo drive
Like a dragon
Can’t fall asleep at night ’cause they attackin’
I hop in the coup
Go insane
I dissappear
Go David Blaine
We don’t do the same
I feed all my bitches the cane
Double cup drink the codeine
Life high octane
Imma put 6 in the Lambo and jet to the plane
Movin’ this chain with your elbow I hope you got aim
Don’t need no more stains
Or get high like my name, LaFlamme
Hide out in the trees
With the bumble bees
Please say the name three times
We gon’ pop on you like I’m Bloody Marie

[Hook: Trippie Redd]
Take moment
Count my guap
Count my guap
All these racks
Bummin’ in
They bummin’ in
Count my guap
Count my guap
Can I stop
Coming in
Coming in
Pulled up in that drop top
She dropped dead
I pulled up in that drop top
She dropped dead
My diamonds dancing
Hopscotch
They holding hands
My diamonds dancing
Hopscotch
They holding hands