It appears that he wasn’t too happy with the final product and constantly revamps it until 2015 he decided to leave it on his hard drive possibly. Seems he is now reviving the project. pic.twitter.com/D2tlpVJieN
— Chris Haynes (@ChrisBHaynes) January 9, 2018

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— Chris Haynes (@ChrisBHaynes) January 9, 2018

Fast forward to 2010 we got an announcement from both Dre and Jimmy Iovine that “Under Pressure” featuring JAY-Z will be the first official single off Detox. The last time that we heard anything about Detox was back in 2015 when Dr. It appears that Dr. I asked Dr. On Tuesday, ESPN reporter Chris Haynes reported on Twitter that he spoke directly to the legendary producer/rapper about the shelved album and he confirmed that he is working on a couple new songs. Dre and Jimmy Iovine attending today’s Warriors practice. Dre Dissing Aftermath Label Pepper commercial and announced that he would be dropping the project in 2010. Dre’s Involvement In Revival “I love to play my stuff for Dre”

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Dr. Dre officially announced that Detox is dead because he just doesn’t like it. In 2011, 50 Cent did an interview where he said, the project might just be released as an EP. Dre if Detox is permanently shelved and he replied, “I’m working on a couple songs right now. “I asked Dr. Dr. Between 2011 and 2014 a few songs popped up that were linked to Detox but was never confirmed. Dre is reportedly working on new music and plans to revive his shelved album Detox. Dre officially announced that the long-delayed concept album is dead, meaning it will never see the light of day. Now it’s 2018 and there are fresh reporting about the nearly two-decade old project. That is some great news for Dre’s fans considering that he might have fans now who weren’t even born yet when he released his last album. Dre On Beating Dee Barnes “It Will Follow Me Forever”

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[Verse 1]
I had it all but I let it slip away
Couldn’t see I treated you wrong
Now I wander around
Feeling down and cold
Trying to believe that you’re gone
[Chorus]
Love takes time
To heal when you’re hurting so much
Couldn’t see that I was blind to let you go
I can’t escape the pain inside
Because love takes time
I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be here alone
[Verse 2]
Losing my mind
From this hollow in my heart
Suddenly, I’m so incomplete
Lord, I need you now
Tell me how to stop the rain
Tears are falling down endlessly
[Chorus]
Love takes time
To heal when you’re hurting so much
Couldn’t see that I was blind to let you go
I can’t escape the pain inside
Because love takes time
I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be here alone

[Bridge]
You might say that it’s over
You might say that you don’t care
You might say you don’t miss me
You don’t need me
But I know that you do
And I feel that you do, inside
[Chorus]
Love takes time
To heal when you’re hurting so much
Couldn’t see that I was so blind to let you go
I can’t escape the pain inside
Because love takes time
I don’t want to be there
I don’t want to be there alone

She used to be my only enemy and never let me free,
Catching me in places that I know I shouldn’t be,
Ever other day I crossed the line, I didn’t mean to be so bad,
I never thought you would become the friend I never had,
Back then I didn’t know why, why you were misunderstood,
So now I see through your eyes, all that you did was love,
Mama I love you, Mama I care,
Mama I love you, Mama my friend,
My friend
I didn’t want to hear it then but I’m not ashamed to say it now,
Every little thing you said and did was right for me,
I had alot of time to think about, about the way I used to be,
Never had a sense of my responsibilty
Back then I didn’t know why, why you were misunderstood,
So now I see through your eyes, all that you did was love,
Mama I love you, Mama I care,
Mama I love you, Mama my friend,
My friend
But now I’m sure I know why, why you were misunderstood,
So now I see through your eyes, all I can give you is love,
Mama I love you, Mama I care,
Mama I love you, Mama my friend,
My friend
Mama I love you, Mama I care,
Mama I love you, Mama my friend,
My friend

[Chorus]
The death of a bachelor
Letting the water fall
The death of a bachelor
Seems so fitting for
Happily ever after
How could I ask for more? Share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad
[Refrain]
I’m walking the long road, watching the sky fall
The lace in your dress tangles my neck, how do I live? [Chorus x2]
The death of a bachelor
Letting the water fall
The death of a bachelor
Seems so fitting for
Happily ever after
How could I ask for more? [Verse 1]
Do I look lonely? A lifetime of laughter
At the expense of the death of a bachelor
[Verse 2]
I’m cutting my mind off
It feels like my heart is going to burst
Alone at a table for two and I just wanna be served
And when you think of me am I the best you’ve ever had? I see the shadows on my face
People have told me I don’t look the same
Maybe I lost weight
I’m playing hooky, with the best of the best
Put my heart on my chest, so that you can see it too
[Refrain]
I’m walking the long road, watching the sky fall
The lace in your dress tangles my neck, how do I live? A lifetime of laughter
At the expense of the death of a bachelor

[Intro]
Man, I been moving so fast lately
I just had to get my thoughts out man
I ain’t talk to you in forever
But I got you though man
Shit gonna get better kid, trust
[Verse 1]
What up kid, I know you don’t know who this is
But I took the time to write, so I’m hopin’ you get it
Only time will ever tell if you opened and read it
But if I know you like I do, I won’t even sweat it
You probably up in your room, vibin’ to Nas
Wishin’ for your time, missin’ your mom
Prayin’, hopin’ God will give you a sign
Your brother doin’ his time, dawg he’s doin’ just fine
He gonna get out soon, everything will be cool
He gonna make a few moves, get a house with a pool
And that girl in your school, the one that you got a crush on
She like you too, try not to put a rush on
You wanna get your Puff on, please don’t stop
Thought I told you that we won’t stop (eh, eh, eh, eh)
Don’t ever let ’em tell you what you can’t do
Even when it seems like the world don’t understand you
[Chorus]
It seems that these dreams, they won’t ever come true
Believe me they do
Sometimes you wanna give it up, don’t know what else to do
Yeah, I been there too
They say seein’ is believin’ so you need a few clues
OK, I’m sendin’ you proof
I know it seems that these dreams, they don’t ever come true
Believe me they do
[Verse 2]
You wrote your first raps, everybody laughed
Man fuck ’em all, get in your bag
Oh that’s new slang, I’ll put you on later
Just promise you’ll keep goin’ do me that favor
You gonna rock Barclays, but you don’t know what that is
Imagine MSG, a couple blocks from the crib
Boy, that’s 18,000
Two weeks after droppin’ your album
It’s hard to see the logic in that
All the fans goin’ crazy and your mom in the back
Your fam in the crowd, they all got to see it
Man you gave ’em somethin’ to believe in
You been writin’ like hell, it’s gonna get you to heaven
Oh yeah, they played your record up on Hot 97
You know DJ Enuff, he DJs for BIG
Speakin’ of BIG, hol’ up forget it
[Chorus]
It seems that these dreams, they won’t ever come true
Believe me they do
Sometimes you wanna give it up, don’t know what else to do
Yeah, I been there too
They say seein’ is believin’ so you need a few clues
OK, I’m sendin’ you proof
I know it seems that these dreams, they don’t ever come true
Believe me they do
[Outro]
Whatever you do man
Just don’t give up on that dream man
It’s gonna get crazy
They gonna tell you, you can’t do it
I’m tellin’ you right now everything is possible
EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE

[Intro]
Money gave him power and a bigger ego
That money gave him power and a bigger ego
I’m in a Thunderbird, I’m slidin’ wit’ my Desert Eagle
[Verse 1]
Money gave him power and a bigger ego
Free my nigga Cool
My nigga, we tight like speedo
All my niggas goin’ fast, they gettin’ Rico
Free my nigga Jackboy we like Stitch and Lilo
I still be ridin’ wit’ fire, steering wheel on the right
I still be out of my mind, still be gettin’ real hype
I be on D’useé no lie, smokin’ on cherry pie
I promise I ain’t goin’, that’s that other guy
I ain’t take no shortcut, this shit ain’t come easy
Christian Louboutin is drippin’
When I step, I’m leakin’
Christian Louboutin, you would think I’m bleeding
They say that I’m next, don’t jinx me
Eat it up, baby, then drink me
I ain’t ever ask for nothing, my momma said "Don’t beg"
If you got it and I want it, then I’m on your head
My nigga been hidin’ lately, he think I want him dead
But I don’t want you to die, I want you to see me shine
I couldn’t make lemonade, so I made lemon-lime
Life gave me lemons, so I made lemon-lime
Kodak that nigga that green, Kodak that nigga that slime
That money done gave me power, money done turned me sour
I remember I was rockin’ Enyce, now I rock Givenchy
Run up on me, that’s risky
Run up on me, don’t tempt me
My tank on full, you empty
Smokin’ on gas like Wawa
Project Baby, got promethazine all in my baba
Free my nigga, flip with my nigga, flip a nigga like Kraby Patty
Flyin’ anywhere, my propellers be on aerobatics
All I know is rob, all I know is jack it
I ain’t ever had no job, I ain’t ever had no daddy
Dress it up, baby, like salad
Eat it up, baby, you nasty
Ain’t got no snacks in the cabinet, just some goddamn ratchets
Big Cardi be winnin’, I’m winnin’, ’cause that’s my goddamn twin
If Cardi be winnin’, I’m winnin’
Cardi B won, I won
My bitch said she want her hair done, part in the middle wit’ a bun
My bitch said she want her nails done, French tip, London
My bitch said she want her hair done, lace front, no bun
My bitch said she want her toes done, French tip, London
I don’t wanna see you cry, momma wipe yo’ eyes
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly

[Outro]
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly
I don’t wanna do no more time, I want you to see me fly

Hoes gotta eat too
Woman: Wait a minute nigga who you callin’ a hoe? [Outro: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry! [Intro]
Woman: Sorry ass niggas
Guy A: Ayy [?] gentleman and let these ladies eat first
Guy B: Yeah you act like you had no BBQ before. I ain’t no hoe
[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry bitch
We the crack niggas that you should be fuckin’ with
I’m mistaking you girlies and who you lookin’ for
And not a trick, a thug bitch and gucci hoe
Oh you really know, girl you really know
It’s you booty though, it’s my duty though
One thing that a nigga can’t stand though
[?] boyfriend, a nigga or your man though
I’m just too [?] for the pussy and the money
You could get [?] you ever could fuck me
When it comes to mine you get nadadada
Should do it for the dollar , sometimes I make you holla
[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
You really wanna shine with a nigga, high sign with a nigga
Snapchat or either facetime with a nigga
[?]
Thought that I was in love with you what makes you [?]? Let the ladies
Eat. No roses no wine, four hoes on my side
Bitch I show you no signs
Lying to the fact that I’m a motherfucking pimp and I belong to the [?]
Ain’t no need to lie, shit we pimp or die
They call me [?] I’m from anoher whole tribe
No worries, I’m in a hurry
Let me say it to you like this punk bitch: I’m sorry
[Hook: Daz Dillinger]
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
Sorry bitch, sorry, sorry bitch (I can’t be your lover)
[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Yo, all I wanna do is the make the whole crowd bounce ya (bounce ya!)
Bitch and your punky-ass [?] bouncin’ on my balls
Crenshaw to Martin Luther King [?]
[?]
Look bitch, shut the fuck up and cook bitch
A nigga hungry, punk bitch, bunk bitch
What the fuck you want bitch, besides dick
You ain’t gettin’ no cake ain’t nothin’ new
Besides [?] hoes gotta eat too
Shut the fuck up bitch, eat a dick bitch
Eat the [?] bitch, now listen
I’m sorry if it just didn’t work
You fuck too with the homies and I was first
But I damn sure ain’t the last
Just don’t get no one [?] stuck in your ass
I’m sorry bitch!

[Pre-Chorus]
That’s my boo, my boo
She get down on the floor
Cocoa butter kisses
Shorty mi amor
Every time we fuck
She make me fall in love
Every time we fuck
She make me fall in love
[Chorus]
She me love
Me love
Me love
Me love
She me love
Me love
Me love
Me love
[Verse 1]
Lil baby, lil mami, the baddest around
Lil flossy, she bossin’, she runnin’ the town
Lil booty is poppin’, she move upside down
She a lil crazy, she loca, my heart in my ground
Dropping the top, coupe
She dropping the top, ooh
The scent of perfume soothe
The skin is so soft, smooth
Dropping the top, coupe
She dropping the top, ooh
The scent of perfume soothe
The skin is so soft, smooth
[Pre-Chorus]
That’s my boo, my boo
She get down on the floor
Cocoa butter kisses
Shorty mi amor
Every time we fuck
She make me fall in love
Every time we fuck
She make me fall in love
[Chorus]
She me love
Me love
Me love
Me love
She me love
Me love
Me love
Me love
[Verse 2]
In between the lines
I can’t read you lil’ scary
In between your thighs
Lil’ baby drive me crazy
Diamonds dance like water
Pussy water got me wavy
Fuck them—they can pay me
Diamonds dancing, divas on my wrist
Bend over, give me a kiss
While you dancing on my dick
You my queen but you my bitch
I am not handsome, I am not rich
But I am the one, flick of the wrist
I grab your buns, you grab on my stick
We making love in the back of the whip
Skrrt—pull off
Your lil’ fit I’ll pull off
Now it’s summer
Fuck you with my hood up
Skrrt—pull up
Pull up to any function
Super bad—look baby, you McLovin

[Pre-Chorus]
That’s my boo, my boo
She get down on the floor
Cocoa butter kisses
Shorty mi amor
Every time we fuck
She make me fall in love
Every time we fuck
She make me fall in love
[Chorus]
She me love
Me love
Me love
Me love
She me love
Me love
Me love
Me love

[Intro: Stalley]
Fuck a nigga hatin’
This money I be chasin’
Fuck a nigga hatin’
[Hook: Stalley]
Fuck a nigga hatin’
This money I be chasin’ (Chasin’)
9-11 racin’ (race)
I came from the basement (I came from it)
Not a pot to piss in (not one)
Now its V-12 engines (Vroom)
Speedin’ out the trenches (yey)
I’m squattin’ on you hoes (Squattin’)
[Verse 1: Stalley]
(?)
Take a nigga soul
Got snakes on my clothes
Diamond boogers in my gold
Hermes when I blow my nose
Designer from head to toe
Fashion killa wish a Gunter
Four G savings like a nunchuk
Cuban shining like the sun’s up
Bank on my like Sun Trust
Never spend it on a ho
Ain’t no ho that son trust
Maybach like a small bus
Got enough room to throw a party in it
Ride by catch a body in it
Treat that ’62 like a ’64

[Pre-Hook: Stalley]
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’
[Hook: Stalley]
Fuck a nigga hatin’
This money I be chasin’ (Chasin’)
9-11 racin’ (race)
I came from the basement (I came from it)
Not a pot to piss in (not one)
Now its V-12 engines (Vroom)
Speedin’ out the trenches (yey)
I’m squattin’ on you hoes (Squattin’)
[Verse 2: Stalley]
Fish scale we play with that
Fuck 12 in my Raiders hat
On the southeast where my raiders at
B & E taking all your stacks
My .357 I call it cap
Jet black its pro-black
Triangle where the nose at
Squeeze once they all collapse
I smoke, relax get my chill on
Gotta smoke 12 before I feel stoned
Copied so much that I feel cloned
Streets ain’t safe but its still home
Off the porch with the .45
I’m the MJ of gats
Trill niggas don’t fade away
Ride the ‘rari like Chevrolet
[Pre-Hook: Stalley]
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’
Keep it jumpin’
[Hook: Stalley]
Fuck a nigga hatin’
This money I be chasin’ (Chasin’)
9-11 racin’ (race)
I came from the basement (I came from it)
Not a pot to piss in (not one)
Now its V-12 engines (Vroom)
Speedin’ out the trenches (yey)
I’m squattin’ on you hoes (Squattin’)

somebody tell
[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? somebody tell
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (ayy, ayy)
Somebody tell me is she (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? You will never be Nicki, and that’s the real key-key
Ki-ki, ki-ki

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? Rap bitches is on my nuts, call ’em Chip ‘n’ Dale
These bitches can’t see me, they should all be reading braille
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram’s Ginger Ale
Tell that bitch I’m Oprah, she couldn’t even be Gayle
I’m me, when will these girls ever see? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
‘Cause I bought her bags and a bing roo
And I put them diamonds in them Bengals (shine)
Like the way she take them pictures, it’s the angle (flash)
Like the way she keep her business all personal
You know, you know, you know, you fit me
You get me, you get me, you get me
Drop off, your old boy, then get with me
Heard it’s slippery (splash), heard it’s wet like seaweed (splash)
Moonwalking on slabs (moon), she live life like Babs
Nails and hair all long, shoppin’ spree in Hong Kong
Ass fat in her jeans, she don’t like to wear thong
She gon’ make you sing this song
Is she for keeps? [Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? (oh yeah)
Oh, is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah) (somebody tell)
Is she for keeps? (yeah, yeah)
Somebody tell me is she
Somebody tell me is she (yeah, somebody tell)
Somebody tell me is she for keeps (somebody tell, oh yeah)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody’s perfect
My body’s perfect, bitch I’m perfect
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it
I’ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate
Got ’em hurting, he know for certain, cop me that Birkin
Baby nervous, I make ’em nervous, I make ’em nervous
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted
He say, "Damn baby, you bad," I say, "I commit murders"
When the block starts to get hot he know I’ll hide his burners
I’m from keeps, I am for keeps, she can’t compete
He ain’t stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty
Please say the barbie, he say the barbie
I’m the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with
She a mad bitch if she ain’t fuckin’ with me, suck dick
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like what up sis? Pour this drink for me
Smoke this dope for me
Drive around with me, ayy
Just for keepsake (keepsake)
She gon’ lead the way (lead it)
I might fall back and go count up a large bag

[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps?

[Verse 1]
Hard to tell if you wanna stay
Don’t need an invitation
For moves I want you to make
Coy but, boy, be sure, don’t you wait
Swear I want you the same way
Boy, I’ll give you the ring
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t wanna wait for, wait for
All these rules and confirmations
If you want it, gotta take it
If we change the pace up
There’s no room for complications
If you want it, gotta take it, yeah
[Chorus]
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

[Verse 2]
And they say time is the
Time is the enemy
Why waste it now? I’ve been ready
Hope we can move onto better things
Knowing that you can change it
Boy, I’ll give you the reins
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t wanna wait for, wait for
All these rules and confirmations
If you want it, gotta take it
If we change the pace up
There’s no room for complications
If you want it, gotta take it, yeah
[Chorus]
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things, yeah
Don’t wait, baby
Don’t play it safe
Go take the reins
Show me some things

[Verse 1]
I can still shut down a party
I can hang with anybody
I can drink whiskey and red wine
Champagne all night
Little Scotch on the rocks and I’m fine, I’m fine
[Chorus]
But when I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya
Curled up on the floor in a Serotta t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila
[Verse 2]
I can kiss somebody brand new and not even think about you
I can show up to the same bar
Hear the same songs in my car
Baby, your memory it only hits me this hard
[Chorus]
When I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya
Curled up on the floor in a Serotta t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila
[Bridge]
I ain’t even drunk, I ain’t even drunk
And I’m thinking
How I need your love, how I need your love
Yeah, it sinks in
[Chorus]
When I taste Tequila, baby I still see ya
Serotta t-shirt, the same one you wore when we were
Sky high in Colorado, your lips pressed against the bottle
Swearing on a Bible, baby, I’d never leave ya
I remember how bad I need ya, when I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila
When I taste Tequila

YSL for life
We ran up the digits we ran up the money
We ran up the digits we ran up the money
We ran up some digits.. [Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money
[Outro: Young Thug]
We got London On Da Track! When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’m leanin’ like I’m on a 5th of the Henny
I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
They didn’t know me well so I left ’em with wishes
You know its a drought when you grind and can’t flip it
I’m livin’ big, I swear to God I’m Liu Kang kickin’
Montana
Mama gon’ slime, hustle
Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma
You know my ice blingin’, light up just like a candle
Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel
My racks are squeakin’, I’m not fartin’
I hop in that ‘Rari, I crank up like Warren
[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I’ma move me some dope like I’m Future
I’ma go in that bitch with a ruler
I’ma toast me a nigga like Strudels
I’ma keep a red flag cause I’m boolin’
I know some roller spaces, I could dually
Yeah, yeah I’m screamin’ oh my god like Cooly
When I snort it, I feel like I was aborted
If I ever die, he better drop his first
I’ve been gettin’ money before the music, fuck Pandora
I just do this shit when I get bored
[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
[Hook: Young Thug]
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up the money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits we ran up some money
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We run through them bitches, we run through the hundreds
I rolled in the Bentley, I’m talkin’ the drama shit
Me and my niggas gon’ fuck up the summer, yeah
This summer we puttin’ the numbers yeah (check, check)
Feelin’ like Meechy, I’m feelin’ like Meechy
I jump out that ‘Ghini and lift up the door (skrrt, skrrt)
They said they ballin’ and we say we ballin’
And somebody please tell me what is the score
Woah, woah, woah, somebody please tell me what is the score
We up by 30, that money is dirty
Them bricks in the ceilin’, a mil in the floor
[Pre-Hook: Young Thug]
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep goin’
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep goin’
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep goin’? [Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger! We got London On Da Track!

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m gon’ beat that pussy up just like a champion
I’m a beast inside these streets like a barbarian
Told my baby next February we’re married
We laughin’ at these pussy boys, they’re so hilarious
I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings
I might get him knocked off for a double sealed pint of lean
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Yeah, we roll these bitches like they centipedes
We get this money, flip some hundreds then we blow some Gs
I gave her life and then I showed her Bs
We fucked the world but now we overseas
Inside of the car, we stashed a hundred bricks
We put it down and hit the town, we ’bout the money trips
Wait, the ice is rollin’ cause we’re rollin’, bitch
Flakes, the dope is colda cause we’re polar, bitch
I answer the call and put her right beside me
Two, we ’bout that woop like them brand new Spyders
Keep your mouth closed, boy, cause we’re aim and fire
I just might one night her, show love and wife her
I’m bangin’ green like the lizard in Geico
I pull up and wet you, burn your top like Michael
I got bullets bigger than fingers in rifles
It’s big Bs with a hundred Gs in each one of my pockets
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m gon’ beat that pussy up just like a champion
I’m a beast inside these streets like a barbarian
Told my baby next February we’re married
We laughin’ at these pussy boys, they’re so hilarious
I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings
I might get him knocked off for a double sealed pint of lean
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m not gon’ pass, I’ma smash ’em
She want that nut so I blast her
My Bentley grey like a pastor
Whippin’ that snow, no Alaska
Good head, she got her masters
Shawty a long way from dumb
Your money flat like a plasma
Good kush, smoke is the bomb
I drink that Act while you be drinkin’ red
I don’t fall in love, I run over it instead
Hey, babe, bobble, that big ol’ head
I’m like, “lil baby, I don’t know your kid”
I keep my pistol I’ll give you the lead
They 3 deep I call ’em Ed, Edd and Eddy
Baby take a picture, get that photo cred
She make me lean back like a sofa bed
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m gon’ beat that pussy up just like a champion
I’m a beast inside these streets like a barbarian
Told my baby next February we’re married
We laughin’ at these pussy boys, they’re so hilarious
I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings
I might get him knocked off for a double sealed pint of lean
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team
[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
So I told my bitch where the stash at
If I get locked then I know she know where the cash at
She a red-bottom killa her ass fat
If I light one up then she gettin’ fucked up she like “pass that”
If she ride shotty and it come down to it she’ll blast at
And Lord knows that my niggas is hard but she past that
And forgive me yo ’cause I think that I’m having a flashback
Then in Miami I rented the mansion
She backed out the driveway and crashed that
But we living our life, no hashtag
Shopping sprees, 4 or 5 k, pull hard on your bag tags
I got good dick for your bad ass
Can’t slow down this fast cash so we take trips and don’t pack bags
[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m gon’ beat that pussy up just like a champion
I’m a beast inside these streets like a barbarian
Told my baby next February we’re married
We laughin’ at these pussy boys, they’re so hilarious
I might get him knocked off, pull some spaghetti strings
I might get him knocked off for a double sealed pint of lean
I might get him knocked off while I pull a bank scheme
I might get him knocked off for just tryna join the team

[Intro]
This goes out to all my cops killing innocent victims
Fuck around, get gunned down
Go get em, go get em, go get em
I’m turnin’ myself to a villain
I’m turnin’ myself to a villain
[Hook]
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Droptop
It’s a hot box
Yeah the block hot
Bank, bankroll knots
Yeah your bitch bad (yeah)
Yeah your bitch bad (bad)
You bought her a bag
But she fuckin’ me you goin’ out sad
(damn)
Hop out the, hop out the hemi it’s him
I’m in the, I’m in the, I’m in the snow with the Timbs
I put your, I put your put her on snow she needs Timbs
Yeaaaaah I’m addicted to M&Ms
I bet you an M&M
I’ma get it
Hop out with choppers, I’m move to your city
Take off the plug, he went up on the ticket
Yes I’m the man, I’m Chapo in your city
Yes I’m the man, I’m Huncho in my city
50 plus 50, I beat up the pot like Frank Nitti
On snitches I’m havin’ no pity
[Hook]
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
[Verse 2: Offset]
Kick in the door for the blow
Oh you don’t know? This ain’t no pretend-o, you see the extendo
Open the door chopper hang out the window
Bando, boards on the window
Blow in the trap like a Nintendo 64
Bitch I’m a villain I used to be stealin’
This a hotbox told the bitch that I rented it
Look at my wrap sheet, crimes I committed
I was in love with the streets I admit it
I got a milli, I get you fitted
Migo the gang you can’t join the committee
He got knocked off God damn, who did it? Questions like that don’t get asked in my city
Jumped off the porch then jumped in the Bentley
Bitch this the reason I’m actin’ so ignorant
Don’t know how to act I’m a savage, a grimlin
You get caught at the red light while textin’ and chillin’
(slippin’)
[Hook]
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
On the block with the Glock out
Got the strap on me kids and the cops out
Wanna knuckle up get knocked out
Made my first dime when I dropped out
This for my niggas that’s in the trap house
Trap look like a show and it be packed out
If you talkin’ artillery then we cashed out
Life is a gamble but these niggas crap out (bitch)
Young niggas on the block asking for a dub
Kick a nigga off of there show a nigga love
Watchin’, and plottin’, and itchin’, and bitin’ up on a mission
Tryna catch a nigga slippin’ cause he’s on drugs
Them chickens take a bath I put em’ in a tub
Fuckin’ these bitches don’t want no scrub
She want that dough but that nigga showin’ no love
Keep that pocket rocket now pocket like Elmer Fudd
First door I kicked in, the gat from the nigga then the 10 then the 15 turned into a dub
First time I poured up nigga it was a zip now it’s fours and fifths, nigga I’m talkin’ real mud
Can’t tell my brothers nothin when they see niggas mean muggin don’t ask questions just pull out the slugs
Say the right thing at the wrong time or the wrong place, broad day we gon’ wet your ass up
[Hook]
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
Savages only, savages only
Savages only, savages only
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages
This right here for all my savage homies
I put on for all my savages I’ma shoot off your toe
I got a hoe
She set up your trap, she get pistol whipped like I don’t know
This is for the savages only
Walk in the club with the fire right on me
You get holes in your shirt like you homeless
God damn, what happened to homie?