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[Refrain]
Here to save the day and steal the game
It ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught
I know names who’re moving the same
We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot

[Verse 1]
My quiet thoughts at night can turn rowdy
Light bulbs and bright ideas can turn cloudy
Big dreams even if they doubt them
I never wasn’t sure if I wasn’t sure about them
This is not your thing, this is ours
Gangsters got this thing about flowers
Rappers got this thing about power
Bitter and sour, gossip at the top of every hour
Walking in the rain off the Jim Beam
Dreams broken on the boulevard, Jim Dean
Get a grip for bars like a gym beam
Eyes redder than the rastas on the swim team

[Scratches]
(For you)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
(For you)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

[Verse 2]
I ain’t thinking about BET
I’m talking about debt, ‘D’ to add the ‘E-B-T’
91, Dub C, don’t work, you don’t eat
Crossed streets where reality and hard times meet
Back in my youth I was a wildcat
Put my tires in reverse and get some miles back
It’s been a minute since a while back
Round of applause, blow the horns like Miles back
It’s God’s work, that is not in my hands
But I’m holding on tight for a few of my fans
It’s dedicated if the line is short
And if the line goes long, that was your support
There was a few times I wanted your respect
But you try to play me like some kind of a threat
The time done been elusive, ain’t a lack of love
Just an alley cat, got a lack of trust
I went from slow flow to never the same flow
Cause doing part two’s not the reason I came for
Until then I at the end of the rainbow
But still the pot of gold about as real as the game shows

[Refrain]
Here to save the day and steal the game
It ain’t a crime if you don’t get caught
I know names who’re moving the same
We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot

[Scratches]
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

[Verse 3]
Trooper, just below forty with the wind chill
All my shorties getting spin like the windmills
Weatherman, I’ve been hailed the sky curse
Fire verses I write for what the prize worth
Pot love, won, then I got stuck
Fell, then I got up
Never went back down, never played the background
Anxious more than patient, I attack now
Don’t get my way is when I act out
Never waiting on the industry
Waiting on the tables ’til the tables turning into me
Go back, hands on the clock, you call it throwback
But only no dope and judge not if I know that
Need is need, that ain’t weak shit
But greed is greed, that’s some weak shit
I make a promise I’ma keep it (one-two)
Never take my kindness for a weakness

[Scratches]
(For you)
(We get away with a lot)
(We get away with a lot)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)
(We’re staying out the way, we get away with a lot)

[Skit]
He’s very concerned with how much rainfall, and of course, snowfall is going to be seen from many locations extending from California and beyond

[Hook]
(Twerk)
Girl I wanna see you, Twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you Twerk
Ion really think you could, Twerk
(Twerk)
If you broke, Go to, Work
Make that big booty, Twerk
Make that big booty, Twerk
Can I touch that Booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty
Shake that booty, Can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty

[Verse 1]
Bounce that booty on the floor (Shit)
Shake till you get a lil sore (Shit)
Show em, yo mamma made a hoe (Shit)
Go ahead and get a little low (Shit)
Shake that booty in the car (Shit)
Shake that booty in the store (Shit)
(Shit)
Pop it, Stop it, Drop it, Pop it
If I hit Alexis Skyy
I’m a motherfuckin rocket
(Shit)
I ain’t got no fucking heart
I can’t be loyal to you whore
You weren’t here from the start

[Hook]
(Twerk)
Girl I wanna see you, Twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you Twerk
Ion really think you could, Twerk
(Twerk)
If you broke, Go to, Work
Make that big booty, Twerk
Make that big booty, Twerk
Can I touch that Booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty
Shake that booty, Can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty

[Verse 2]
Damn, skinny petite (Damn)
I know my bitch love me
Cause she rub my feet (Damn)
(Damn)
You don’t touch me, somebody goin’ touch me
You don’t fuck me, somebody goin’ fuck me
You don’t love me, somebody goin’ love me
Money don’t walk, I gotta go and get it
Shake that booty, I’ll come visit
If you thick, I might hit it
(Damn)
Shake that booty for a ride (Damn)
Shake that booty on live (Damn)
Shake that booty outside (Damn)

[Hook]
(Twerk)
Girl I wanna see you, Twerk
I’ll throw a lil money if you Twerk
Ion really think you could, Twerk
(Twerk)
If you broke, Go to, Work
Make that big booty, Twerk
Make that big booty, Twerk
Can I touch that Booty?
That booty, that big ol’ booty
Shake that booty, Can I lay on the booty?
Mike Tyson on the booty
Copyright that booty

[Intro]
I don’t understand man
All these oldheads feeling like they
You know, just too old to have fun man
If you ain’t having fun, then why you doing it?
(You not too old to have fun)

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 1]
Let’s have a fun day
Monday through Sunday
Don’t want no gunplay
So watch what you say
And you gets no play
Like Bobby Boucher
Three bitches with me
Uno, dos, tres
Got three pretty girls with me and they tryna have fun
I only want you for one night so you can leave when I’m done
Heard your boyfriend got a frown, ’cause you swallowed all my sons
He might as well put it down, it ain’t no bullets in his gun
It ain’t no bullets in your gun and tell me why the fuck you on it
Fourth batter in the lineup, well bitch my bases loaded
Old bread stashed away for rainy days, it’s probably molded
School nigga turned street, when you got caught I know you folded

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop all that flexin’
Blue cheese, salad dressing
Sloppy top, yeah it was messy
With ease, ain’t it a blessing

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 2]
I can (yes), and you can’t (hah)
Big racks (bands), in my bank (cash)
Trash can (ooh), ooh he stank (psh)
He mad (mad) ’cause he can’t (can’t)
He tried to swim with a shark, he gon’ fuck around and drown
I heard they hate you when you up but they gon’ love you when you down
These niggas really ain’t your partners, can’t name one that’s really down
It’s only bosses in my circle, ain’t got time to sit around
We got bananas for you monkeys like we played in Jumanji
My favorite color green ’cause I’m in love with the money
Tryna add to the pot like the bees do the honey
Ate my plate, I need seconds, need it all in my tummy

[Pre-Chorus]
Whoa, they say they closed
Not for me, open them doors
Add cheese on number four
Wish you was me, I know, I know

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 3]
Tried to bring some people with me on this journey, they didn’t listen
Now my bases loaded full, I’m Michael J, he Scottie Pippen
Bitch we up, please check the score
When we was down man y’all was distant
My first hit was slept on, Banana Peels, I’m never slippin’
We can all have fun, Lil Boat to Budden Joe
So let’s all jump around until we reach another mode
Got a little taste of money but I swear I need some more
I’m a fiend for that paper sort of like I’m Curtis Snow
When the cows go moo and the sheep make a sound
Shiny goes boo, pretty ladies skip around
When the clock strikes two all the panties hit the ground
Bases Loaded be the crew, and bitch it’s ZumBee at the mound

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Outro]
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway

[Intro]
Yo…what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughing, we is down, now they laughed at
Bitch swallow all my kids, I’m a bad dad
Looking for revenge with this Glock, once we tap tap
Stich brain on the opps watch ‘em quack, quack
Indian giver with his life, he can’t have back
He ain’t putting in work, he a half ass
Can’t ride the wave, go home on your back pack
Bitch, what type of shit is you on?
Yeah that’s your bitch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong
Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
Offense with them straps, you gon’ need D
Want beef with the gang, you ‘gon need cheese
John Cena with them tints, you can’t see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze
If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all
Bitch we won, all smoke, ain’t no peace at all
Treat the ops like a blunt, I’ll chief ‘em all
Before you play in that field, nigga kick balls
B-b-b-bitch
Yeah, and we is not playin’
You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
Take a chain on this neck, you are not able
Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels
House visit with the chop, that’s who rock cradle
All the eyes on us, but we not cable
Stand tall through it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna play? Game on ‘cause we not playful

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
B-b-b-bitch
Who the fuck gon’ stop me?
All this ice on, who the fuck gon’ rob me?
All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon’ try me?
High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me
I don’t fuck with niggas like a nazi
Nobody else, then I know God got me
Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a zombie
And I don’t want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
I’ll set it off in this bitch
Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this bitch
Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
This street shit, naw nigga you don’t live that
Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (lil’ nigga)
LV and Gucci had to mismatch
And for the right price, you can get your bitch back
Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix that
Just bought a Glock with the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin’ have you niggas running, zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, then I flip that
All the time my brother got, he can’t get back
But I got bands for him tucked when he get back
[?] a nigga got, I’ll switch it up
When you jump in these streets ain’t no givin’ up
Big .40, I’ll make a nigga give it up
And nigga reach for the chain, imma hit ‘em up
Crazy when you see your day ones switchin’ up
Crazy when you see the opp niggas clickin’ up
Fucking on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck
And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t picking up

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga dick
Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga clip
Clip so long, that it’s poking off my hip
If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a nigga bitch
Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Heard I don’t fuck with you? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew
I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a bitch
I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
You was texting like you with it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it from the back, break the headboard
If not, I don’t give a fuck
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
Fuck it up sus, nigga getting at me wrong, I’ll fuck ‘em up sus
Chop with a drum, cook fuckin’ up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, ‘cause they think a nigga dumb
You will never see me posing with another nigga funds
You will never see me clutching on another nigga gun
Bitch I’m a soldier, I don’t got no limit
I’m a foreign car driver, I don’t ride no Civic
I’m a wild ass nigga and I don’t act civil
I don’t smoke no kush, I don’t smoke no skittles
Addicted to them racks, I’m a motherfuckin’ thief
All these bands still hanging out my motherfuckin’ jeans
Give a nigga all head ‘til its barely dome
I been running at that bag ‘til it’s barely gone
Let a nigga hit like I’m Barry Bonds
And I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a uncle tom
Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine

[Outro]
RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch

[Intro]
Yo…what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughing, we is down, now they laughed at
Bitch swallow all my kids, I’m a bad dad
Looking for revenge with this Glock, once we tap tap
Stich brain on the opps watch ‘em quack, quack
Indian giver with his life, he can’t have back
He ain’t putting in work, he a half ass
Can’t ride the wave, go home on your back pack
Bitch, what type of shit is you on?
Yeah that’s your bitch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong
Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
Offense with them straps, you gon’ need D
Want beef with the gang, you ‘gon need cheese
John Cena with them tints, you can’t see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze
If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all
Bitch we won, all smoke, ain’t no peace at all
Treat the ops like a blunt, I’ll chief ‘em all
Before you play in that field, nigga kick balls
B-b-b-bitch
Yeah, and we is not playin’
You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
Take a chain on this neck, you are not able
Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels
House visit with the chop, that’s who rock cradle
All the eyes on us, but we not cable
Stand tall through it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna play? Game on ‘cause we not playful

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
B-b-b-bitch
Who the fuck gon’ stop me?
All this ice on, who the fuck gon’ rob me?
All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon’ try me?
High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me
I don’t fuck with niggas like a nazi
Nobody else, then I know God got me
Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a zombie
And I don’t want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
I’ll set it off in this bitch
Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this bitch
Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
This street shit, naw nigga you don’t live that
Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (lil’ nigga)
LV and Gucci had to mismatch
And for the right price, you can get your bitch back
Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix that
Just bought a Glock with the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin’ have you niggas running, zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, then I flip that
All the time my brother got, he can’t get back
But I got bands for him tucked when he get back
[?] a nigga got, I’ll switch it up
When you jump in these streets ain’t no givin’ up
Big .40, I’ll make a nigga give it up
And nigga reach for the chain, imma hit ‘em up
Crazy when you see your day ones switchin’ up
Crazy when you see the opp niggas clickin’ up
Fucking on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck
And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t picking up

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga dick
Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga clip
Clip so long, that it’s poking off my hip
If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a nigga bitch
Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Heard I don’t fuck with you? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew
I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a bitch
I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
You was texting like you with it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it from the back, break the headboard
If not, I don’t give a fuck
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
Fuck it up sus, nigga getting at me wrong, I’ll fuck ‘em up sus
Chop with a drum, cook fuckin’ up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, ‘cause they think a nigga dumb
You will never see me posing with another nigga funds
You will never see me clutching on another nigga gun
Bitch I’m a soldier, I don’t got no limit
I’m a foreign car driver, I don’t ride no Civic
I’m a wild ass nigga and I don’t act civil
I don’t smoke no kush, I don’t smoke no skittles
Addicted to them racks, I’m a motherfuckin’ thief
All these bands still hanging out my motherfuckin’ jeans
Give a nigga all head ‘til its barely dome
I been running at that bag ‘til it’s barely gone
Let a nigga hit like I’m Barry Bonds
And I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a uncle tom
Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine

[Outro]
RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch