I’ll send it ‘lone, bring the cash out
I been sippin’ lean, ’bout to pee ’til I pass out
Went to sleep ‘partment, woke up in the paradise
Niggas stealin’ drip but it don’t matter, they don’t wear it right
They don’t even speak but I can see I got ’em terrified
Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
[Outro: Young Thug]
Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain’t doin’ no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain’t goin’ to a house for a meetin’, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, any season
Niggas never comin’ out, then we leavin’
How could nigga take a loss if he leavin’? Quickly take off like I’m LeBron Play this song
[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to–uh, yeah
You my dawg ’til we dead, not a question
But I can’t fuck with you like I want ’cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band’
And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin’ on her
Half a million, I just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm
I can buy the buildin’
I can rent this shit out or save it for the children
I can dead this shit out or give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin’
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seats on a fuckin’ helicopter
Double C, no Chanel, ’cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin’ Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new ‘Rari
Let you ride it, know your route and you’re bad, bad, bad
No playin’, no Atari, I won’t play with you for nothin’
I can eat you like Hibachi ’cause you bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the ‘Ghini, now I’m ridin’
And I’m slidin’ in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I’m ridin’
I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn’t decide which
Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
Street chose me, I ain’t never had to sign up
Then we hittin’ bitches in the group, I make ’em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that’s me, nigga, get back
Real dopeboy, don’t know how to work a CashApp
How many you got?

Lie, lie
Love will keep you up tonight
[Outro]
Tell me, how do you lie? Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah, mmm
[Verse 1]
I’m done hatin’ myself for feelin’
I’m done cryin’ myself awake
I gotta leave and start the healin’
But when you move like that, I just wanna stay
[Pre-Chorus]
What have I become now? Lie, lie
Love will keep you up tonight
Tell me, how do you lie? All that shame and all that danger
I’m hopin’ that my love will keep you up tonight
Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me? Lie, lie
Love will keep you up tonight
[Verse 2]
Oh, no, how did I manage to lose me? All that fear and all that pressure
I’m hopin’ that my love will keep you up tonight
[Post-Chorus]
Tell me, how do you lie? All that fear and all that pressure
I’m hopin’ that my love will keep you up tonight
[Post-Chorus]
Tell me, how do you lie? Tell me, how do you lie? Lookin’ through your phone now
Oh now, love to you is just a game
Look what I have done now
Dialling up the numbers on you
I don’t want my heart to break
[Chorus]
Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me? All that shame and all that danger
I’m hopin’ that my love will keep you up tonight
Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me? Tell me, how do you lie? Tell me, how do you lie? I am not this desperate, not this crazy
There’s no way I’m stickin’ ’round to find out
I won’t lose like that, I won’t lose myself
[Pre-Chorus]
Look what I have done now
Diallin’ up the numbers on you
I don’t want my heart to break
[Chorus]
Baby, how do you sleep when you lie to me?

Got a girl in Mississippi and Kentucky
And one in Vegas, so she always gettin’ lucky (Ooh)
[Chorus 1]
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me
Got a chick in Tuscaloosa, Alabama
Don’t gotta ask me “Whose your girl?” in Indiana (Ooh)
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me
[Verse 2]
Yeah
I’m in whatever USA, zip code don’t wanna say
Can’t remember the name, new city like every day
Got women flashin’ me when I’m in Tulane, it ain’t Mardi Gras
Out in Arizona these Wildcats wanna party hard
I feel like Van Wilder, I’m onto my seventh year
I snap my fingers into women just appear
Let me make it clear
You and your friends are tens, I’m down to Volunteer
Pull up, climb in my van, just like a Mountaineer
I’m here for a minute and then I’m Gonzaga
Hardest workin’ rapper prolly sellin’ shows in Montana
Tell them hoes it don’t matter
I go state to state like I’m transferin’
NCAA, new chick always answerin’
Got a girl in College Station, down in Texas
And one in Memphis who reminds me of my exes (Ooh)
[Chorus 2]
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me
Got a girl in Tallahassee and Miami
She really love me, told me I should win a Grammy (Ooh)
But it don’t matter where you came from
It just matter where you end up, if you end up with me
[Outro]
Whatever USA
All American, all hits Play this song
[Verse 1]
Yeah
I’m in whatever USA, zip code so far away
Can’t remember the name, Google Map to locate
I’m chillin’ with some Notre Dames, show me how the South bends
And my dogs hold me down when we show up in Athens
Back then, we had dreams of being famous and shit
Was such a rebel as a kid, I could’ve went to Ole Miss
I never stress it anymore, you know I’ll go with the vibe
My chick in Alabama told me I should roll with the Tide
No lie, I’m such a Leo at Penn State, I’m a lion
Got every comin’ after me at Duke like I’m Zion
I know a Harvard girl, she always got a lot on her mind
She sent me a million texts, but yo I hardly reply
You know why?

Play this song
[Intro]
12 Hunna on the beat
DY Krazy
Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina extra now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina   extra   now, ecstasy
Pure cocaina   extra now, privacy
[Chorus]
Molly, Roxies
Oxycontin (Yeah)
Jubilee, Ostrich   (Uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (Okay)
I can take the stick and I can lift it up (Yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (Ayy)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (Okay)
I just drunk a PT, it was double sealed up
[Verse 1]
Yes, it’s paid for, it’s pretty and classy
You look way, way, more idiot than your crushes
Icy, icy, I got baddies in my custody
I been chewin’ on that chewy and this ecstasy
I been kickin’, bitch, and drippin’ Louis quilt
Hundred Percocets, I took like four or five off the rip
My dick hard, bitch, come get after it
Growin’ up, I kept a gun like a veteran
Soul snatcher from this, you ain’t comin’ back from this
She bad, treat her like the principal at teacher list
Yeah, make sure that the opposites kickin’ it
Yeah, jewelry kickin’ bullet and we keepin’ it, no cap
[Chorus]
Molly, Roxies
Oxycontin
Jubilee, Ostrich (Uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (Okay)
I can take the stick and I can lift it up (Yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (Ayy)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (Okay)
Drunk a PT double sealed up
[Verse 2]
Rockin’ the boat full of meth, ceramic van, yeah
Better pop at his mans, yeah
Man, I never relax, yeah
Yeah, I took the top off the coupe and skrt off on they ass
And that’s what it was, ooh
I told the judge, “Mothafuck a subpoena
You know I been sippin’ on mud”, yeah
I’m in the back with the killers, don’t try that
My niggas gon’ take all your mud, yeah
I been fallin’ in love, so I can’t talk about my thot, yeah
Shawty been swimmin’ in charges
Time to put black Balenciaga tux, yeah
I don’t wanna talk about no hoes with my dad, yeah
Suck me, baby, give me some of your time, yeah
Yes, I could tell the way he dress, he ain’t want no smoke
I ain’t rolled inside the brand new Benz, it’s so cold, yeah
Side note, I fucked your daughter and your ho, yeah
[Chorus]
Molly, Roxies
Oxycontin
Jubilee, Ostrich (Uh-uh)
Ten a key, we need thousands (Okay)
I can take the stick and I can lift it up (Yeah)
I can take this bitch and I can lift her up (Ayy)
I just took a bankroll and I lift it up (Okay)
I just drunk a PT, it was double sealed up

Play this song
[Intro: Young Thug]
Wheezy outta here
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
[Chorus: Gunna]
Everything litty, I love when it’s hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies ’cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Cartier eye
I’m the bossman in a suit but no tie
I can’t be sober, I gotta stay high
Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry
Ridin’ in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde
Don’t worry, baby, I keep me some fire
Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide
The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise
Don’t sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize
Dick in her back while I’m grippin’ her sides
Bigger Maybach, this ain’t regular size
We really fly, we like pelican glide
Bitch, you ain’t slick, I can tell the disguise
Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky
She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life
I told her to gargle and work on her highs
[Chorus: Gunna]
Everything litty, I love when it’s hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks ’cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies ’cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock
[Interlude: Young Thug]
Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, bring the bitch sandals
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I took the Bentley coupe back, then I hopped in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
I put the bitch in the front of the Bentley, in front of the driver (Skrrt)
Haven’t had a sip, that that weed you can’t smoke in the Rolls Royce, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
I’m strapped up, I’m cupped up, I’m drinkin’, I shoot off your tires, huh (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I’m in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
Keep the old ones on the shelf
Whole sixteen round in the fire
I’m sick and tired of these young niggas act like they firin’, they tellin’ these lies
Actin’ like they the ones created this and they get all the drip from my guys
Yeah, Cartier eyes
Cartier coat, Cartiers the watch
Cartier love, Cartier the thot
Cartier spread, buffalo on the side
Princess cut diamonds, they Cartier, yeah
Cartier bag for the Cartier thot
Sky Wrangler coupe with two hundred the dash
Cartier jeans, ain’t no way I can sag
No way I’ma ever gon’ go out bad
I can’t go out, no way I’ma go out
I just grip on her ass and I show out
I sit like a champ and I wait on a hold-out
I just whip up a new Chanel Patek
I whip with the wrist and I don’t break the door out
Turn the whole top floor to a whorehouse
Hundreds racks in ones, dude brought the flood out
[Outro: Young Thug]
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, damn
Hot, hot, hot, hot

Play this song
[Intro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin (DJ Durel)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 2: Lil Duke & Young Thug]
Richest as it get, hundred on my wrist
Hundred on the necklace, hundred on the clip
Hundred on his head, I just splat a flip
Hundred on my bitch, couple of cribs
I can never rat, I can stack the chips
I will never fuck her, I just got the lip
I just gotta love it, I just gotta kill it
I just gave her chrome, I just got a VIP
Hoppin’ out a jet, I can get her wet
Louboutin chest, under my neck
I came with the drugs, Hi-Tectavis
V’s on my neck, as big as it gets
I came for nothin’, too fuckin’ restless
I’m a slimeball, baby, I’m treacherous
Iced out Hermès belt like a wrestler
Fuck her good, but I never kept her (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I whipped up in Beverly Hills, but it wasn’t sushi (That big, big Birkin bag, that Birkin, yeah)
I couldn’t afford her, that she was way better at Hooters (Took out a order, woah)
I gave her .40, took brand new AK to a shooter (Shootin’ in 4K)
I can get a nigga ass smoked for a bowl of noodles (I can get a nigga ass smoked, woah)
I gave her 40 clip, take to the woadie, the shooter (Woah)
I brought the Carbon 15 and it’s tall as a ruler (Woah)
I had the daughter come see, I thought it was voodoo (Woah)
I left the car parked outside of the boogaloos (Skrrt, woah)
You don’t go Need for Speed, yeah, I just been movin’ ’em (I keep it goin’, poom, poom)
I been done trapped some tree, and I just been boolin’ in (I’m in the hospital, yeah)
I need to catch me some Zs, ’cause I just been booted up (I need to get me some sleep)
I had your bitch on her knees and I told her toot it up (Had this bitch on her knees)
Fish fork, ayy, I whip my wrist, I deep fry dope, oh baby
Acrobatic door Mulsanne I bought my baby
Florida water, pussy pink, I make her basin
Flawless diamonds, some are pink like a Mercedes
[Chorus: Young Thug]
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
I bought my bitch a bag, I bought a lotta ass
My C-note long as Slash, R.I.P. to Nipsey, yeah
I tripled up the stash, I had to tint the Jag’
She say she don’t suck dick, I called that bitch a cab
New York, ain’t goin’ for no bap, I promise you’ll get stabbed
I told her I go nast’, I give ’em lifetime splash
I told her I got crops, that big, big Burkin bag (That Birk’)
[Outro: Young Thug]
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin
That big, big Birkin bag, the Birkin

Say that you might
[Chorus]
Night swimming, darkness twisting
Lights out, just keep clinging to me
Won’t drown, just keep kicking with me
What a feeling, night swimming
Yeah
[Verse 2]
LA, mistake maker
Biscayne, pastel papers
I got new plans, future waters
Future planets, if you want ’em
You got big cake, still don’t matter
Full case, you never been sadder
Like a sad bitch, I think you’d rather
Not get shattered, so you scatter
[Pre-Chorus]
And you cruise around, cruise around, ride in the night
Think about, think about, me right by your side
50 days, 50 days, ultraviolet light
You should stay, you should stay, you should really try
[Chorus]
Night swimming, darkness twisting
Lights out, just keep clinging to me
Won’t drown, just keep kicking with me
What a feeling, night swimming
Night swimming, we’re still dripping
Starlight, just keep wishing on me
Uptight, just keep chilling with me
What a feeling, ah (Night swimming)
[Bridge]
Oh, drift out with me, now we got each other
Something beautiful can last forever
Don’t forget me now, it’d be so bummer
Sinking under, one last summer
Drift out with me, now we got each other
Something beautiful can last forever
Don’t forget me now, it’d be so bummer
Sinking under, one last summer
Night swimming, no more endings, yeah
Night swimming, just keep kicking with me
Night swimming
[Chorus]
Night swimming, darkness twisting
Lights out, just keep clinging to me
Won’t drown, just keep kicking with me
What a feeling, night swimming
[Outro]
[?] with me, now we got each other
Something beautiful can last forever (Just keep kicking with me)
Don’t forget me now, it’d be so bummer (Just keep kicking with me)
Sinking under, we’re just night swimming Can you stay? Play this song
[Intro]
Night swim
[Verse 1]
New friends, cold black ocean
Sun down, fingers frozen
You’re a new wave, new emotion
Not quite lovers, but I’m so open for you
Can’t stay, see you later
Slow fade, days like vapor
I’m a sad bitch, end of summer
End of another, my tears runneth over
[Pre-Chorus]
Cherry fly, cherry fly, short pretty life
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong, go if you like
50 days, 50 days, one final night
Can you stay?

Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (I’m surfin’)
Woah, woah, woah
I told her come switch this shit up, no cap, no cap, woah
Young SEX
[Chorus]
Fuck it, buy a pink Mercedes (Skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil’ baby (Top the Forbes)
I don’t like no long nails on my lady (Of course)
Is it you that can’t prevail that I’m shady
White toes in her heels, she the latest (Toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (She made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix (Young SEX)
[Verse 1]
Diamonds on me wetter than a tub
Shoppin’ every day ’cause we used to be fucked up
Keep a yellow Cinderella on the tuck
YYB’s on, ain’t no way I’m givin’ up
Different color diamonds on me, bitch, I’m dead wrong
And my bitch in Saudi Arabia, but her redbone
I got money, niggas doubted, now I’m mad on
Ayy, I got Rollie-Pollies on my two tone
These tenderoni can’t get off me, I see (I see)
My slime brothers Pluto, Savage, and YB
Quavo, Takeoff (Yeah), Offset (Yeah), Uzi (Who?)
Lil Durk (Who else?), Meek Mill (Who else?), Drizzy (Who else?)
More names (Who else?), plenty (Young SEX)
[Chorus]
Fuck it, buy a pink Mercedes (Skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil’ baby (Top the Forbes)
I don’t like no long nails on my lady (Of course)
Is it you that can’t prevail that I’m shady
White toes in her heels, she the latest (Toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (She made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix (Young SEX)
[Verse 2]
I keep exotic drinks and juices by the crates (Young SEX)
She put my cum in her cup like it was shake
I’ll never fuck this bitch again, it was a mistake
I’m Teletubby, diamonds green, blue, white, and grape
I can afford these black diamonds like a spade (Oh)
I might overdue the city with a maid
I got riches and I guard ’em like the Navy
Pin it up and let me drink it like you’re naked (Let’s go)
It don’t matter the ho call like mine baby (It don’t matter)
Got a lil’ money to leave your head on the pavement
Flawless carats got these niggas stand in they places
AR’d up before I come and issue statements (Young SEX)
[Chorus]
Fuck it, buy a pink Mercedes (Skrrt)
I made Forbes every year, lil’ baby (Top the Forbes)
I don’t like no long nails on my lady (Of course)
Is it you that can’t prevail that I’m shady
White toes in her heels, she the latest (Toes)
She got plastic Cartiers, think she made it (She made it)
Sucked it in the car and then my kids met the pavement
Extended pumps and F&Ns like The Matrix
[Outro]
Drippin’, drippin’ gold (Drip), wipe a nigga nose (Wipe a nigga nose)
This year I’m goin’ back thirty-two goals (On you hoes)
This year I seen thirty-two mil’ (Yeah)
Last year I popped thirty-five thousand pills (No cap)
Bigger X pill like a ferris wheel (Woo)
I go to town, blond hair, yeah
Long living like a motherfuckin’ wrestler
If I ask, I know she’ll let me live like I’m a bachelor
Mercedes
Baby
My mama hate it
Prevail I’m shady
Ladies
Baby
Baby

Play this song
[Intro]
Damn pocket
[Chorus: DaBoii]
Ha, and I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
And I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch, I’ll put that on the gang, I’ll put that on my squad
All you niggas lames, type of niggas I’ll rob
She put that pussy in my face, damn near got her ass shot
Bitch I ain’t shit and I put that on the Ma
I’m a motherfuckin’ beast, up that hand get you popped
Flashing all them bands on the Gram will get you got
Brodie snuck in the club with it if you dial her
Your card been pulled, lil’ nigga you is not tough
Bitch always telling me to stop when I’m not done
Bitch welcome to the big leagues, this ain’t pop one
Should I tote the drake or the Glock? I am not sure
And your bitch been for everybody, she is not yours
[Chorus: DaBoii]
I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
And I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Nigga on the gang, I can never change
Took a nigga bitch, only off the name
50 on my neck, foreign switching lanes
Nigga, I’m that nigga what the fuck a nigga think? What the fuck a nigga thinking? Nigga on me
I just made a hundred, keep it low key
This dick ain’t free, bitch this chain ain’t cheap
Tell a bitch when to go and I put that on Keak
Nigga I don’t give a fuck, and I never did
Bitch call me daddy, I ain’t got no kids
Nigga fuck a Glock, you ain’t even got no Sig
Chop hit his body, he ain’t even got no ribs
Nigga on the fam, nigga on my Grams
Niggas ain’t on shit, niggas only for the Gram
Nigga on God, get your ass robbed
Nigga come up out that chain, nigga come up out them socks
[Chorus: DaBoii]
I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
And I’ma die a legend, I put that on my grave
Fifty whole bands, bitch, I put that on my chain
Niggas say they getting money but they don’t wanna bang
Bitch, I’ll ride for my niggas and I’ll put that on the gang
[Outro]
Damn pocket

Don’t tell me shit. Tellin’ me   how to do my shit. If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? I been doin’ this shit my way since I started this shit. [Interlude]
It don’t stop, it don’t stop
(Makin’ this shit)
We gon let this shit breathe right here, hold up
[Verse 3]
I done made so much money, everybody gotta love me
But that comes with the game, my nigga, hate it or love it
So what we really talkin’ ’bout, if we ain’t talkin’ ’bout
What I’m talkin’ ’bout
‘Cause what I’m talkin’ ’bout got niggas hella bags
Sophisticated crippin’ with the ghetto swag
Three-piece suit with a black and a yellow rag, tied in a knot
Rollin’ down the Laundro got my eyes on the opps
Got my eyes on the cops, got my eyes on the block
Fresh off stage, rich or broke loco, shit don’t change
Where I’m from (Long Beach)
[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? So I ain’t tryna hear none of that shit you talkin’ about. If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? Play this song
[Intro]
I hate when a motherfucker come talkin’ to me about some shit that I ain’t   tryna   hear. (What?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? [Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (What?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? The way I did this shit got me to where the fuck I’m at. [Outro]
Fuck outta my face with that shit, man
(Makin’ this shit)
It’s what we do
Right on, right on
(Makin’ this shit) The way I did this shit got my bank account to where it is. If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? [Verse 1]
Let me tell you somethin’
It’s everybody’s favorite crip cousin, Snoop Dogg
Inductin’ these woop hoes as loopholes
Death rowin’ them blue drawers, bitch niggas
Good on both sides like switch hitters
Snitches get stitches, send cliques to get niggas
For you to smoke with me cuz, you need 6 figures
Ask your bitch ’bout the dick, yeah, my shit glitter
[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? [Verse 2]
‘Cause I done changed so many lives with my vibe
Made sure my crips and my wroos all survive
Long Beach throwin’ up C’s in my stores
Hollywood store, Twin Towers with the boys, nigga
Switchin’ bitches like I switch cars
Lil’ homies on go, and keep the licks for us
Walkin’ in the church, smellin’ like a lit forrest
We still good ’cause a real one kept the shit goin’
[Chorus]
Nigga, what you talkin’ ’bout? (Huh?)
If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? If it ain’t what I’m talkin’, then why we talkin’, nigga? “You need   do this, you need to do that”
What the fuck is you talkin’ about?

[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard, but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty
[Verse 1]
I done seen niggas hit the yard, gangbang rookie
When he came home, he was soft as a cookie
It’s rules to this shit, it’s in the gangbang booklet
From Long Beach to Brooklyn, you better have a look in
Nigga, be careful of what you do and what you say
And make sure your niggas is A-OK
A1 from day one, I don’t have to wonder
You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under
[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty
[Verse 2]
Notice how everything on the streets ain’t in here
Yeah, homie, he in here (Yeah cuz, he in here)
Back against the wall on a call, tryna get home
Loved by a few, so everybody on your dizzown
You can’t trust him, him, her, or him either
Better learn the law, my nigga, if you ain’t legal
You see, I don’t have to wonder
You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under
[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty
[Verse 2]
Stack your plate, rack the gate, eyes up behind the wall
Pay attention, stay attentive, man, you better watch your dawgs
‘Cause they’ll be the last ones to bail you out
But they’ll be the first ones to sell you out
Nowhere to turn, so you better have a lookout
Barbecue picnic, chicken, nigga, you the cookout
But me, I don’t have to wonder
You see, I came up in the hood so the hood’ll never take me under
[Chorus]
The alphabet boys wanna prosecute him
The homies in the hood say they wanna shoot him
He came in hard but a little fruity
Walked off soft, you’s a new booty
Walked off soft, he’s a new booty
When you hit the yard, you’s a new booty
You better have some guards, you a new booty
Pull your pants up, young loc, ’cause you some new booty
[Outro]
Oh
What the homies gon’ say now? I’m somebody’s bitch Play this song
[Intro]
New booty
You gon’ be somebody’s sweet cherry pie down there
You better come up here
Shit, I ain’t nobody Hostess Twinkie, homie
You will when they pull a finger out ya ass
Huh?