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[Bridge 1: Angelo Mota]
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, woah, slow down roll
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down roll, stop, woah

[Verse 1: Angelo Mota]
I was in the cyph like "Who next to go on the texaco?"
That’s gas, you gotta ask, you don’t get to smoke
You get passed like a bill, don’t forget to vote
And don’t choke off the vegetable (rude!)
I ain’t finna dare you to move
But the bass’ll take place and take care of you soon
And you actin’ like you sared of the room
This your shit
Walk by, the guys turn zombies corpses like
What the fuck?
Baby did you come cuffed?
Wanna get with ya
Velcro, let’s go, I wanna stick to ya
You the shit, everybody can get a wiff of ya
So now I’m stuck trynna stuff these words together
How I like your get up
Maybe we should get up
When I finish, had time to set up the question
I fucked around and missed your exit, depressing

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much (better not talk too much)
Better not chit chat

[Verse 2: Angelo Mota]
L-riding
All damn night
Night rider
Blunt it burn like hell fire
Can’t quell that shit
Just shut the fuck up, inhale that shit
Imma pump the bass up, reveal my sins
In a crowded place, uh
Air so thick
Proabably woke the neighbors
Veil too thin to conceal the fragrance
Cash too spent for a [?] vacation
Lives too spent being wrong and anxious
Try my hardest but I’m too jaded and
I’m too faded and I don’t give a fuck what the DJ playing
I don’t even really like going out like that
I wouldn’t ever guess you would bounce like that
Never mind, saw face dropping likes on the page
Lock eyes on the stage and I smile right back like

[Chorus: Angelo Mota & Naja Young]
You – you got what I – you got what I
You got what I need (you got what I need, you got what I need)
Oh baby you, you keep it tight, I keep it I
It’s just what I need, that’s just the right speed
I got what you need
Then she said to me:
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)
"Baby dont talk too much, talk too much, much, much" (better not talk too much)

[Instrumental]

[Bridge 2: Angelo Mota]
Better not chit chat
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, woah, slow down role
Stop, drop
Pick it up slow then stop
Turn around, bring it down low
Then stop, woah
Slow down role, stop, woah

[Verse 1]
It’s the birth of a star, earlier than sunset
It’s the galaxy’s water, flowing like a river bed
It’s the rain, oh the rain
Drown upon this summer day
Grown into a super nova
Back to where we used to play
It’s an infinity, as it feasts on time
‘Cause it constantly leaps, perpetual design
‘Cause we worship the key
The tide is going out now
As we look out to sea
Legs sprawled and head down

[Bridge]
Yes they shine bright like a million, let them bleed twice for a minute
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
To have felt this oh sublime, like a grain of sand travelling through time
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
Yes they shine bright like a million, let them bleed twice for a minute
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight
To have felt this oh sublime, like a grain of sand travelling through time
Pleasure to have met you, you’re my star tonight

[Chorus]
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye

[Verse 2]
The time it took to realise
What you say bears sweet on my soul
Compliments with no surprises
Making routes straight to their home

[Chorus]
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
We don’t see eye to eye, We don’t see eye to eye

[Verse 3]
Rusty nail showing bruises
Not quite holding firmly now
Complications, falling useless
Alone until I work it out

[Chorus]
We don’t see eye to eye, we don’t see eye to eye
We don’t see eye to eye, We don’t see eye to eye

[Instrumental outro]

[Intro]
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Me and Drew Banga, Came back from the hiatus
I’m not high so, Imma try to just actually really feel it

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

[Verse 1]
I’ve been out hear lowriding, lowriding
Hanging out with nobody, nobody
Cause i got my own problems, own problems
I’m young and black with no college, no college
But fuck em cause the streets is where i graduate
Momma gon congratulate
Tell me that she love me but i gotta make it out this place
Niggas die here everyday
Or they get stuck working jobs
Caleb get your own job then get your own state like tom
Get Del Niro like Rob and get a black girl too
And make sure you don’t forget what your daddy used to do
Never be like them niggas and they’ll wanna be you
And don’t fuck with hoes that don’t do shit but look cute

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

[Bridge]
(You can keep it rolling)
Said my daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a
(This gonna be a bit controversial but i’m gonna say it)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, first off, fuck Donald Trump, I don’t care he’s not my president
Nigga i ain’t scared of shit
You can’t even tell him shit
What’s the point in hiding just be honest for the hell of it
I know my truth gonna set me free, So tell it
Look
Yeah i watch porno
I grown as fuck but still ain’t got no dough
I’m living with my aunty, I ain’t got no hoes
I beat my dick sometimes when she don’t answer my calls
I’m self conscious bout my size and how i look with clothes on
But i’m still cold as frozone
When i spit this oxycodone
Cause i admit that i ain’t shit and everybody follows
To make it big in this world you can’t be in your sorrows
Fuck what happened yesterday, you could blow up tomorrow
If you keep your eyes on the prize that night
Said my daddy back at high school when i would write
Now i’m recognized and God damn that nigga was right
That nigga was right

[Chorus]
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye
My daddy was a bankrobber, bankrobber
He taught me how to get money, get money
See I don’t wanna hurt nobody, yeah
I just love to live this way, aye

My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a bankrobber
My daddy was a

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Oh my god
Yeah, Big 14 know what the fuck goin’ on
Aye

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, hold up
I don’t know what planet I’m on (oh Lord)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch watch the throne (watch the throne)
I feel like Voldo, I’ll chop off your arms (off your arms, yuh)
Steady causing havoc, yeah (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard just like a Maverick (yeah)
Money stretch long lil’ bitch, like elastic (yeah)
Now that bitch steady calling me Mr. Fantastic, yeah, ayy
Know I keep a ratchet (alright)
If you play, boy I’ll turn your ass to ashes, yeah
Automatic, doo, doo, doo, doo, bitch, I’m blasting yeah (doo, doo, doo, doo)
Ooh, put you in a casket, yeah (yeah)
Money stretch long, it’s elastic
I don’t know what planet I’m on (I’m on Mars)
I’m a king, lil’ bitch watch the throne
I feel like Bono, I’ll chop off your arms (yuh, watch the throne)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Travis Scott]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap (yeah)
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up, it’s lit)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap (straight up)
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in (yeah, yeah)
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead (alright)
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead (yeah)
My diamond’s dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)
My diamond’s dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Trippie Redd]
Astroworld’s my planet, my home (yeah)
Car’s too hot, the fumes too strong (yeah, yeah, it’s lit)
Mixed this cup for way too long (yeah, yeah, alright)
Add it up, don’t subtract it (yeah, yeah)
Pour this eighth with me and let’s get blasted (straight up)
Lambo drive like a dragon (skrrt, skrrt, ooh)
Can’t fall asleep at night ’cause they attacking, yeah
I, hop in the coupe, go insane
I, disappear, go David Blaine
We, don’t do the same (no)
I, feed all my bitches the ‘caine (white)
I, double cup to drown the pain (drank)
Light the octane (gas)
I’ma put six in the Lambo and jet to the plane (skrrt, skrrt)
Move for this chain with your elbow, I hope you got aim (hope you got aim)
Don’t need no more stains, or get hot like my name (La Flame)
Yeah, hide out in the trees with the bumblebees
Please say the name three times, we gon’ pop up on you
Like I’m Bloody Mary, man

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up
Take a moment, count my guap, count my guap
All these racks bomin’ in, they bomin’ in (hold up)
Ayy, count my guap, count my guap
Cannot stop comin’ in, comin’ in
Pull up in a drop top, she drop dead
I pulled up in a drop top, she drop dead
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
My diamonds dancing, hopscotch, they holding hands
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Boys on the block told boys on the spot
You gotta a shot youngin’, you ain’t gotta get shot
Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock
I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock
Who your leader and where y’all going? My army big enough carry a boeing’
Ride off to the Lox
Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin’ thru my knots
9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz
Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots
You in a grave situation you should look into a plot
Dirt on my name, boy I’m way too smart
Chest full of a pride don’t mean nothin’ without heart
One life to live so you gotta make a mark
West side told one thang, don’t never rock wit marks
I only rock wit mark, that’s my lil brother
That’s the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me
I got the dagger back that thang still sharp
I really play the game y’all commentate behind doors
Don’t never say my name cuz it might end yours
I never been lazy but I [eye] seen a plenty Forest
Whitaker, the wit of her, good Lord
Ain’t got keys like Khaled but I still open doors
A few in my crew flew the coop
The day I fly the coupe I’ll probably get woop woop’d
Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin’
Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too
Synesthetic, know everybody won’t GET it
I’m patient though, no wonder they regret it

[Chorus]
When I ooh
Pull up in the coupe
When the chrome coming?
It’s coming in June
When the chrome coming?
It’s coming in June
Ooh, ooh

[Bridge]
Pull up on em
Naw, hold pull back
Don’t show all your cards
They ain’t worth that
Spoon feed these niggas
Baby teeth these nigga
Who they teethin’ on?
Me, my nigga

[Verse 2]
Chrome been spinning on my mind
Hair, face new outfit, I’m fine
Trips round the world wit homies we all flyin’
Everything they say ain’t gospel, lames lie
Boys always taught don’t cry, but need to cry
I was taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride
Ride wit me homie, ain’t nothing to hold the wheel
When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal
Workin on my glowup, they askin if I got mills
I got family, I got stress, got success and bills
Good God!
Put 20 inches on the axle
We cop them classic ol’ thangs in the Hill like Axel
Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you
Ridin’ Shotgun, sittin askew
On the straight narrow
I called up mama up
Told her ‘bout my summer reign
She thought ‘bout Carl Thomas
I said no no no, no no I more like Giannis
Must be real to get these honors
That’s why they put G’s on us

[Outro]
I’m Real
Represent where you from?
Snow Hill
When you gon pull wit up new chrome on your wheels?
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real
I’m Real
Represent where you from?
Snow Hill
When you gon pull wit up new chrome on your wheels?
Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real