I was born in the wagon of a traveling show
My mama used to dance for the money they’d throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good
Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Picked up a boy just south of mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa would’ve shot him if he knew what he’d done
Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
I never had schooling but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I’m a gal in trouble
And I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh
I haven’t seen him for a while, uh-huh

She was born in the wagon of a traveling show
Her mama had to dance for the money they’d throw
Grandpa’d do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good
Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town
They’d call us gypsy’s, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Organ music softly playing
Sounds of people’s whispers saying
"She’s a pretty bride; you’re such a lucky man"
I smile and blink the tears away
And find the proper words to say
While aching with the pain they just can’t understand
It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife? Now we’re all gathered together
You vow your love for worse or better
Lift her veil and kiss her with a tender glow
Then leading her back up the aisle
I try to meet your eyes and smile
But all the time my heart is breaking so
It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife? They toast the lovely bride and groom
And as you leave the noisy room
They say that it’s my turn to catch the bride’s bouquet
And as the crowd goes streaming past
And someone says "He’s hers at last"
I hold my pretty flowers and slowly walk away
It could have been me
Wearing that dress of white
It could have been me
Holding you close tonight
It could have been me
Giving your children life
Why can’t it be me who’ll be your wife?

From somewhere outside
I hear a street vendor cry "filet gumbo"
From my window I see him, going
Down the street and he don’t know
That we fell right to sleep
In the damp tangled sheets so soon
After love in the hot afternoon
Now the bourbon street lady
Sleeps like a baby in the shadows (in the shadows)
She was new to me, full of mystery
But now I know (but know I know)
That she’s just a girl
And I’m just a guy, in a room
Full of love in the hot afternoon
We got high in the park
This morning and we sat, without talking
Then she came back here
In the heat of the day, tired of walking
Where under her breath
She hummed to herself a tune
Of Love in the hot afternoon…

See, little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun. And he started to shake. (He’d)Been two weeks gone and he thought he’d stop
At Webb’s and have him a drink ‘fore he went home to her. And Andy said, "Boy, don’tcha lose your head,
‘Cause to tell ya the truth, I been with her myself."
That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia. He looked through the screen at the back-porch door,
And he saw Andy lyin’ on the floor
In a puddle of blood. Well, the Georgia Patrol was a’makin’ their rounds,
So he fired a shot just to flag ’em down,
And a big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun and said, "Why’d ya do it?"
And the judge said, "Guilty, " in a make-believe trial,
Slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile,
And said, "Supper’s waitin’ at home and I gotta get to it."
That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia. That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia. Ah-huh-unh
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands. Well, they hung my brother before I could say
That the tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy’s house, out back, that night were mine. (And) Brother thought his wife must’a left town,
So he went home and finally found
The only thing Papa had left him, and that was a gun. (You) See, Andy didn’t have many friends and he’d just lost him one. Andy Wardlow said, "Hello."
And he said "Hi, what’s doin’, Wo?"
He said, "Sit down, I got some bad news that’s gonna hurt."
He said, "I’m your best friend and you know that’s right,
But your young bride ain’t home tonight. Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands. And he went off to Andy’s house,
Slippin’ through the backwoods quiet as a mouse–
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make. Since you been gone she’s been seein’ that aimless boy, Seth."
Well, he got mad ‘n’ he saw red. That’s the night that they hung an innocent man. He was on his way home from Candletop. Well, Andy got scared and left the bar
(And went) Walkin’ on home ’cause he didn’t live far. Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
‘Cause the judge in the town’s got blood stains on his hands. That’s the night that they hung an innocent man. Oh-oh-aah
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man. And his cheatin’ wife had never left town;
And that’s one body that’ll never be found!

If Winter stays, A black December
I´m on My Way, I’ll Look after you
I won’t let you down
If April showers, like tears fall down this
Love of ours
We’ll watch the clouds roll by
This time
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
Not this time
Summer breeze with clear blue skies
Those wondrous days
How i remember… remember you
I won’t let you down
Best laid plans
Now your warm blood runs through my hands
And all I ask is why
Where was I
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
I won’t let you down
Not this time

[Verse 1]
Why do I love you? I didn’t mean to
Even let my feelings show
Why’d you let them hit the floor
Why did I trust you? I didn’t mean to
Let your ego take control
But I won’t get emotional
[Chorus]
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’ ooh
Not for you
Not for anyone
Ooh, sob
Not for you
Not for anyone
Not gon’ cry
[Verse 2]
Now I regret you
How did I let you
Let you play me like a fool
Can’t believe I didn’t know
Swear I resent you
Try to forget you
I’ll be better on my own
Time for you to hit the road

[Chorus]
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’
No, cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’ ooh
Sob
Not for you
Not for anyone
Ooh, sob
Not for you
Not for anyone
I ain’t gon’ cry
Ooh, not this time
I ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry

Better get in line
AJ, T
Be like, me
London’s best star in QB
If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who? [Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
[Verse 1]
Running up checks like a doctor
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
My team got a five star roster
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Leave me be, get out my face
I secured the bag and went on my way
They behind, they’re not on my page
Go learn to grind and get on my wage
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A
Young nigga, they know my age
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
I get head and keep all the lights on
No wasteman can jump on my song
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
[Verse 2]
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
I don’t want you I want next ting
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing
But he try cap so I decked him
I took a grey ting to my hotel
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
My LA dons make the Draco fly
Like bread before the Draco sign
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
If i had beef then i slid back
Girl you wanna fuck? me? Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see

[Chorus]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback

Bassy:]
When I was broke girl, we wasn’t rocking
But to tell the truth girl, that didn’t stop me
Said you wanted to get the Wraith, Imma cop that
Now we be picking up every time you drop that
And your next dude, you know I’mma top that
And she wanna come back, She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back she wanna come back to me
But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
When I got on girl, you didn’t trust me
But to tell you the truth girl, that didn’t bug me
You came to my party, with your young socialite
I slid a couple ’cause I was cold as ice
Then the next morining you gon’ tell me you love me
Now she wanna come back
She wanna come back to me
Now she wanna come back
Now she wanna come back to me
But she don’t fly my way
Unless I’m on PJ
That gossip, all you say
My baby you got so LA
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple
[G-Eazy:]
She’s so simple
She’s so cliché
She’s so gossip
She say, he say
She wants me back, says that each day
But I don’t repeat, and I don’t replay
She moved to Weho, now that’s where she stay
Went up on weekday, she f- the DJ
She won’t fly my way, unless I’m on PJ
She lied to me, I would die before I betray
Anyone I love most, Anyone I hold close
Sniffing all her love up, OD off of one dose
One shot, play me, I become ghost
You could be the prettiest, but ugly when it’s up close
Used to be my type, now I’m off those
Driving through the city full of lost souls
Just be careful look out for the potholes
But now I know how to spot those
[Marc E. Bassy (G-Eazy):]
But she don’t drive my car, unless I’m on a boulevard
That vintage fits you good
You getting known in Hollywood (hey)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (I can’t believe it)
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Can’t believe you’re so simple (yeah) [Marc E.

[Chorus]
I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet
A little selfish
I like my women like I like my money; green
A little jealous
‘Cause I’m a beautiful wreck
A colorful mess, but I’m funny
Oh, I’m a heartbreak vet
With a stone-cold neck, yeah, I’m charming
[Refrain]
All the pretty girls in the world
But I’m in this space with you
Colored out the line
I came to find, my fire was fate with you
Heartache would stay with you
Fly great escapes with you
[Verse]
I countdown to the clock, saw you awake
Don’t walk away, or would you wait for me? Do-do-do do-do
Love, do-do-do do-do Do-do-do do-do
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti, is it love? Do-do-do do-do
To be the same prophesy? Is it love? I go out to the bar, fuck hangin’ with the stars
Don’t even have a car, but you would wait for me
[Refrain]
All, all, all, all the pretty girls in the world
All the pretty girls in the world
But I’m in this space with you
Colored out the line
I came to find, my fire was fate with you
My heartache would stay with you
Escape with you

[Chorus]
I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet
A little selfish, huh
I like my women like I like my money; green
A little jealous
Oh, I’m a beautiful wreck
A colorful mess, but I’m funny
Oh, I’m a heartbreak vet
With a stone-cold neck, I’m so charming, oh, oh
[Bridge]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do do-do
Do-do-do do-do
Do-do-do do-do
Da-da-da da-da
Do-do-do do-do
[Outro]
Is it love all we need? Is it love?

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down (bitch don’t blow my shit)
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down (turn up, turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now (yea she get it now)
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
They didn’t wanna hold a nigga like me down (they didn’t)
I had to get they fake ass from round (move)
I went and loaded my choppa wit rounds
I copped two foreigns to shit on the town (skrrt)
Water on me you might fuck round and drown (water)
Stayed down elevated my sound
Get put in your place tryna come for my crown
You ain’t taking nothin put that on my child
You gon see diamonds when I crack a smile (ha)
Can’t fuck with these hoes they foul
Insecure niggas say they been fuckin wit me (insecure)
Back then my number they wouldn’t even dial (pussy)
I keep having dreams of niggas getting murked
Grandma telling me I should go to church (amen)
I make my bitch mad went bought her a purse
I’m so up a Xan can’t work (I’m up there, up there)
Come from nothing now I done ran it up (I ran it up, ran it up)
I’m high as fuck why you say that skeet while Im standing up (ugh)
I count that money up 3 times and then I band it up (band that shit up)
Neck and wrist it brought the sun out got yo bitch tanning up (ugh ugh)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down (bitch don’t blow my shit)
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down (turn up, turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now (yeah she get it now)
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
I’m in the party with choppas and 9s
Pick your head up when you see me next time (pussy)
She wanna link but I ain’t got the time ugh)
Walk in the room and [?] I shine (damn)
I’m the type to fuck the enemy bitch (ha)
Then go make a song bout the shit (what)
How she be calling and begging for dick (ugh ugh)
83 give a nigga that itch, I need to lay off the drugs (lay off the drugs)
I was fucked up when I hit the lick in Westwood, I cross out the plug (cross his ass out)
I keep the cannon like Nick (wildin’ out)
I drink the lean like I’m sick (ugh)
I be throwed like a pitch (throwed)
Moving slow as a bitch (woah)
I had to chop and get her ass out of there (out of there), she was way too dramatic (out of there)
Life I live cinematic (movie)
100 thou on a Patek (all cash)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down
Stand Down

Take it by your silence
That I’m free to walk out the door
By the look in your eyes I can tell
You don’t think I’ll be back for more
Try to think of the world
Where you could stay and these safe hands could go
Take your heart above the water
Wherever I choose to go
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
Even when you don’t see me
Even when you don’t hear
I’ll be flying low below the sun
And you’ll feel it all out here
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
Standing here in silence
The world in front of me
Holding you in my hand
And seeing as you’d see
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
No freedom without love

There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody’s gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb, yeah! I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there’s a voice inside my head saying
"You’ll never reach it"
Every step I’m taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking
But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high
There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb
The struggles I’m facing
The chances I’m taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I’m not breaking
I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I’m gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going
And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on
‘Cause there’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb, yeah! Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It’s all about, it’s all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump, yuh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, yuh (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (brr, brr)
Who? Lil Pump, Lil Pump
[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (you, you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Trapper of the century (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (you)
Hold up (yuh), pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Who dat write the flexin’? (ooh)
Damn, why you flex like this? Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji!)
I can’t wife no bitch (no!)
Louis all over my bag (Louis)
Louis all over my belt, yeah
Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelps (brr, brr, brr)
[Hook]
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (you)
Trapper of the century (aye)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Hold up (what?), pop out (aye)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout

[Outro]
Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (flexin’?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (aye)
Hold up, pop out (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Hold up (you), pop out (brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Who dat write the flexin’? (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Trapper of the century (you)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Hold up (what?), pop out (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (huh?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)

[Verse]
Pop four Xans with your Mondo (brr)
Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what?)
I count racks everyday though (you)
Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn)
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Rich shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh?)
Damn, why you flex like this? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (brr)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Racks up on my necklace (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Who dat write the flexin’?

Newton
And Bobby Seale, a few of us rotten still
We built this country off blood and sweat
Tear drops and pick cotton in mud we step
Momma Harriet Tubman was a woman so real
Only woman in history with a face on a bill
Besides Hillary Clinton, who we speak of America
Original man yet they treat us inferior
I put that on the soul of Nat Turner
The memory of Sojourner
And the others no longer with us
I’m admittin’ I’m black and I’m proud

[Chorus]
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
I’m black and I’m proud
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
[Verse 2]
Brother Clarence 13X was a hero to me
Felt like a Five Percenter was the thing to be
In the wild wild west I still pray to the east
MJ on the speakers MJ’s on my feet
Before Mike and Mayweather came Muhammad Ali
Only difference between ‘em, he did it with dignity
Doctor Carter G. A scientist
Shirley Chisholm? First black congress woman
Mary McLeod Bethune? Woodson, found black history
Doctor Vivien Thomas, the first heart surgery
Kwame Ture used to be Stokely Carmichael
Bagged Mariam Makeba definitely was a leader
In his own right ‘Keba was diva in her own light
Before ‘Yonce married Jay, Ashanti, Brandy
Keyshia Cole, Lauryn Hill if you’re speaking soul
I fell in love with TLC when I was three years old
Angela Davis bailed out by a Fresnan
It was about community wasn’t about complexion
Elijah and Fard, they were writin’ for Allah
Pictures of Bob Marley and Selassie on my wall
‘Til the day they free [?], Max B, and Bobby Shmurda
We all on trial eminently since a child
I’m black and I’m proud

[Chorus]
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
I’m black and I’m proud
Sing it loud
Sing it loud A fighter for freedom
George Washington Carver? [Intro]
Let’s do some history, who is Malcolm X? An educator
Marian Anderson? A jazz composer
[Verse 1]
What about the life of Marcus Garvey, we all know Martin
Wouldn’t have your light, if it wasn’t for my darkness
Blacker than the panther on the jacket of Huey P. An opera singer
Duke Ellington?

Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man! [Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here? [Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here? [Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)
[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?