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[Intro]
Young Troy, you a genius
Beat it up like yeah girl

[Chorus]
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, spill a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don’t mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That’s a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I’m prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing

[Verse 1]
I was gonna go and try to fall asleep
But, I got too much energy
I was gonna go to Canada deep
But, all my niggas said they got felonies
I was gonna pull up in Givenchy
But, I just bought all this ERD shit
I’m too fleek, all the groupies
Yeah, they just wanna get next to me
Yeah, everybody said they run down
Til’ they hear that gun sound on that lemon squeeze
Yeah, bet ya’ homie ain’t ya’ homie
Trust me paparazzi, that’s the police

[Chorus]
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don’t mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That’s a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I’m prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(She love God and she know Jesus)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(Girl I smoke pot just for no reason)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing
(Sometimes, I just be o yeah)
Sometimes, I just be odeeing

[Verse 2]
And sometimes I just be odeeing
Now, I’m from Highbridge, what you thinking?
You can punch in mine if yours is reading
And you can punch in mine if yours is reading
I give you all my time if you give me reasons
You only call my line when you think I’m creeping
The 30 clip too long, you can probably see it
It’s a Hip-Hop song, but I’m R&B-ing

[Chorus]
Yeah, 44 bulldog
Hit a nigga melon, split a nigga bean
Everybody saying what they gonna do
But they just talking, they don’t mean it
Try to run down with the deuce deuce
That’s a no-no, get a forty, yup
Yeah, I know I’m prolly too much
Sometimes, I just be odeeing

[Chorus]
All the haters hate, every time I shine
I’m like why they mad at me, cause I’m on my grind
But I’m here to tell you, you can do it too
But if you’re always roaching, I can’t fool with you

[Verse: Z Ro]
Uh, everywhere I go it be a hater
But I can’t see them, all I be seeing is the paper
If she don’t give it up, this sucker gon try to rape her
Ol "pedophile face ass" nigga, you a faker
Ol "hate me, cause he ain’t me" ass nigga
I’m a "ain’t rapping til you pay me" ass nigga
You a "laying on the couch lazy" ass nigga
"[?] boy, you must be crazy" ass nigga
Took too much blood, sweat, and tears just to get this far
I ain’t never ever think I could get this car
As soon as I’m settled in, I’ll be moving again
A quarter mil down payment, Imma do it again
Made it hardly in the club, and Imma do it again
All the dancers leaving with me, I guess they choosing again
Going home by yourself, that’s why you mad, my nigga
Don’t hate me, I’ll help you get a bag, my nigga

[Chorus]
All the haters hate, every time I shine
I’m like why they mad at me, cause I’m on my grind
But I’m here to tell you, you can do it too
But if you’re always roaching, I can’t fool with you

[Verse: Paul Wall]
They say good things come to those who wait
But fuck that bullshit, gimme the cake
Every dollar, dime I can make, keep the hate
Just gimme what’s mine, and fix your own damn plate
I put it down, but I’m not down with lying
All I know is hard work, I’m not afraid of the grind
And when you shine, boys love to talk about you
Instead of trying, they’d rather be on the side watching
Don’t be afraid to fail, you just gotta try
All businessmen don’t wear suit and tie
Don’t let your opportunities pass on by
If you want handouts and titty, I am not that guy
I made somethin out of nothin, you can do it too
No excuses, just grind. Pahtna, what that do?
Stay true to the game, don’t fall for the bait
And when they swerve, Imma be straight
Get the cake, let them hate

[Chorus]
All the haters hate, every time I shine
I’m like why they mad at me, cause I’m on my grind
But I’m here to tell you, you can do it too
But if you’re always roaching, I can’t fool with you

[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