Scarlxrd – SUNDAY AFTERNXXN. Lyrics

Why you hurt? Overthinking shit non-stop
Head down, make it work
All this thinking got me on one
I’ve been drinking on my own
All this liquor got me fucked up
I like to kick it alone
If you leave me no love lost
Laugh at the sight at my paper overflowing
Takes me back to the time I believed when I was chosen
For these plans in my life, let them talk shit they don’t know us
I just let the past die I get racks and then I blow it, yeah, haha
Lately I’m thinking too far
Should realise I’m a star
No one can fuck with my heart
Let alone tell me about art
‘Bout to be bigger than y’all
I’ll let my salary talk
Been my own light in the dark
Keeping my fingertips sharp
Wake up I’m way up I stay there
My state and my actions still set me afar from the bar
Fuck it, I’m raising the bar
You can not chin up to levels above
Typically actions will tear me apart
Better be saving those racks that you got
Put my best forward on this ground that isn’t solid
I’ve been getting used to all the shit that used to make me vomit
Tried to get ahead with fortune, yah
Otherwise, life gets boring, yah
You’re following sheep to the slaughterhouse
Now you can’t say I ain’t warn you
Time is still ticking it’s daunting
Play this shit loud in my coffin
I told you no bitches can cuff me
I hate the way you be talking
[Verse 2]
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back, you’ll regret that shit
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back, you’ll regret that shit
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back, you’ll regret that shit
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back
Bitch, we know that you’re evil
Evil, envy, envy
Leave me alone, hell is my home
I told you fuck off, you’re leaching my soul, lose all control
Why ask me questions that make me ask questions I already know? [Verse 1]
Why you mad?

Lil Baby – Southside Lyrics

I thought you was a real one? Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them
[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood [Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped
[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new jays
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out the bando
Servin’ out the window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent fo’
Fuck it up in the Gucci sto’, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’ in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought a plane, then I brew out the brain
Breaking Bad, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ no name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Doing these thangs to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame
[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
[Verse 2]
I’m doin’ shit that they wishin’ they could
I’m the frontrunner, break right through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took
Nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz (?) with the backend
Real street niggas buyin’ (?) with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?

Lil Baby – Never Needed Help Lyrics

[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)
Yeah, know what I’m sayin’
Know what I’m sayin’, when you create the wave and the vibe
You know what I’m sayin’, you is the vibe and the wave
You know what I’m sayin’
Never let these niggas catch up, once you caught up
Know what I’m sayin’
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Chorus]
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor
[Verse 1]
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
Whenever we argue I buy her Chanel
Whenever I ain’t rappin’ I’m sellin’ this bail
My nigga got caught, I just hope he don’t tell
If you can sit quiet then I’ll pay your bills
They not gon’ snitch if they send me to hell
I put in overtime to get these M’s
Been with the same gang since I was lil’
[Bridge]
Run it up run it up run it up lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
Run it up run it up run it up lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
Run it up run it up run it up lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
Lightspeed fast, yeah (yeah)
[Chorus]
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor
[Verse 2]
You won’t believe what I made in a year
I’m flippin’ these bags, I made me a mill
Then I start rappin’ and got me a deal
I took off fast, this shit get for real
She want to talk but she don’t want to hear
All she want me to do is keep it real
She keep on cryin’ I’m tired of her tears
I keep on lyin’ it just what it is
I’m on my grind, so fuck how you feel
I got some homies who sittin’ in the pen
Yeah, yeah
They gon’ be sittin’ in that bitch for some years
We were some teens, they labeled us grown
Had some judges who doin’ us wrong
I know your pain just hold on
Just sing this song
[Chorus]
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas you wasn’t right there
You need me lil’ nigga, I’m still gon’ be here
My vision was blurry and now I see clear
You wouldn’t believe what I made in a year
Trading designer I’m sticky as hell
I run Atlanta I should be the mayor

Anne-Marie – Machine Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I feel an ache in my body
But if only I’d have no bones
I know the air isn’t breathable
And it’s no good for my lungs
I feel an anger inside of me
Burns like the sun in my chest
I got no patience or self-control
God knows I’m trying my best
[Chorus]
If I was a machine
I’d never have to worry
I know that I could always press delete
If I was a machine
I wouldn’t be affected
By violence on the television screen
Wouldn’t have a heart
So you couldn’t break it
No such thing as time
So you couldn’t waste it
That would be the dream
The world could never bother me
If I was a ma- if I was a machine
If I was a machine
If I was a ma- if I was ma-
[Verse 2]
I don’t do well under pressure
But if I was made out of steel
I would be so damn invincible
Nothing could undo my will
I wouldn’t make bad decisions
No promises I regret
And everything that makes me miserable
Is a consequence of my flesh
[Chorus]
If I was a machine
I’d never have to worry
I know that I could always press delete
If I was a machine
I wouldn’t be affected
By violence on the television screen
Wouldn’t have a heart
So you couldn’t break it
No such thing as time
So you couldn’t waste it
That would be the dream
The world could never bother me
If I was a ma- if I was a machine
If I was a machine
If I was a ma- if I was ma-
[Bridge]
Drunk and high every night
Numb the pain oh
Flush it all down the drain
If I could find a way out of this hole
I could do anything
Every night different guy
Numb the pain oh
Flush it all down the drain
If I could find a way out of this hole
I could do anything
[Chorus]
If I was a machine
I’d never have to worry
I know that I could always press delete
If I was a machine
I wouldn’t be affected
By violence on the television screen
Wouldn’t have a heart
So you couldn’t break it
No such thing as time
So you couldn’t waste it
That would be the dream
The world could never bother me
If I was a ma- if I was a machine
If I was a machine
If I was a ma- if I was ma-

Ugly God – Leave a Tip Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m not going anywhere, Nikko
[Verse 1: Ugly God]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I’m flexin’ on my exes
New bitch, she too wavy, yuh
I’m in Houston, Texas touchin’ on a few ladies, yuh
I can’t trust a nigga, everybody fugazi, yuh
I ain’t text you baby, sorry I got too lazy, yuh
In my Jeep back and forth to AutoZone
Sippin’ lemonade but I still double up the Styrofoam
Pull up to your crib and serve you up like I was Domino’s
Then I hit your bitch, she feel the dick all in her collarbone
Pull up on your bitch and turn her on just like a flashlight
She keep comin’ back, she blow my dick just like a bagpipe
Niggas tough on Instagram, but in person they act right
I do this with no effort, I know these niggas mad tight
[Chorus: Ugly God & Splash Drexler]
Yeah, I’m walkin’ down the strip with your bitch, I’ma rub her hip
Nigga talkin’ shit, put that psh right up on his lip (brrr)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)
[Verse 2: Splash Drexler]
New play, new lyin’ bitch
It’s a new AK4, no out a’ line bitch
Got a new K, threw away ’bout five sticks
Bitch I’m Splash Drexler, check my motherfuckin’ drip, nigga
Rented Beamer, goin’ 110 (skrrrt)
Pocket rocket, Glock with the beam, huh (brrr)
No more wearin’ seams (damn)
I know y’all ain’t no team, let me fuck your best friend
Me and your bitch booted up at the Waffle House, hope that she an’ anemic (yuh)
Money counter beepin’, need a red Hellcat
Push that bitch like a demon (push that hoe)
Tryna get my racks in
We heard that you was that nigga for the past tense
Fresh young nigga Splash Drexler get that pack in (yuh, yuh)
Look, look, look like money (brrr)
Smell like money, ain’t a damn stain on me
Ayy, fresh young nigga
Bitch, I’m that nigga, ain’t a damn stain on me (huh)
[Chorus: Ugly God & Splash Drexler]
Yeah, I’m walkin’ down the strip with your bitch, I’ma rub her hip
Nigga talkin’ shit, put that psh right up on his lip (brrr)
Ayy, I feel like the shit today (I feel like the shit today)
Woke up this morning, I might fuck your bitch today (Drexler, Drexler, Drexler)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip (and leave a tip)
Ayy, she gon’ suck the tip and leave a tip
[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God

Lil Baby – My Time Lyrics

[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high
[Verse 1]
I gotta slow down ain’t tryna lose my mind
I got on two watches tryna keep up with the time
Do this for Lil Steve, they gave my lil homie a dime
You can’t see the greatness in me nigga then you blind
I went back to the basics didn’t sign
Tryna treat me like I’m basic not I
I got all these blue faces ohh my
I’ma stack it to the ceiling, sky high
I been catching all these flights got [?]
I’d probably spend my last to see her smile
I was just sittin’ in the prison goin wild, now I’m standing on stage gettin paid, they like my sound
[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high
[Verse 2]
I think I fell in love with her she way too fine
I can’t go back to no prison got to walk a side line
Niggas act like they don’t fuck with me but on my timeline
Gettin’ fucked up on the block I had some very long nights
I’ma savage to my heart you can see it in my eyes
If I tell you I’ll quit trappin babygirl then I’ll be lying
Saint Laurent my jacket, Valentino on my shoes
Take me for a joke they try to treat me like a fool
Super paranoid ion leave the house without my tool
Hunnit bricks in I got it [?] by next June
Hardly ever see my son that shit hurt me
My bitch act like she don’t understand I’m working
I’m like how the fuck you think you got them purses
And the way you out here actin’ you don’t deserve shit
Don’t keep callin’ my phone that shit gettin’ worsome
And I keep drinkin’ this lean I’m just gettin’ worser
[Hook]
She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high She all on my drip she just like my my
Tell ’em they can step over it’s my time
I get what I want and I don’t wait in line
Keep poppin’ these precs I done got way too high

Ugly God – WEWANTALLTHESMOKE Lyrics

(What’s up?)
Oh, this your bitch? Probably so (huh)
Bring it on (huh)
Nigga, we want all the smoke (huh, bitch)
[Chorus]
Pull up on ’em, smoke ’em like a Optimo
You can find me pullin’ hoes at the stop-and-go
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drop it low
Say it with your chest nigga, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (brrr, bitch)
[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God [Intro]
RED DRUM on the beat
[Chorus]
Pull up on ’em, smoke ’em like a Optimo
You can find me pullin’ hoes at the stop-and-go
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drop it low
Say it with your chest nigga, we want all the smoke
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (bitch)
We want all the smoke (brrr, bitch)
[Verse]
Hold up (what’s up?)
Lately you been reachin’ (you been reachin’)
All the sneak dissin’ and the subtweetin’ (what’s up with that tweetin’?)
When I see you, that’s a bet and I ain’t speakin’ (I ain’t speakin’)
I’ma pull up to your block and get to tweakin’ (get to tweakin’)
I’ma pull up with the Glock and get to squeezin’ (get to squeezin’)
I’ma pull up with the mop and get to sweepin’ (brrr, get to sweepin’)
I’ma pull up with the chop and get to eatin’ (get to eatin’)
I’ma pull up on a opp and get to reapin’ (get to reapin’)
Big drip (drip)
In that water like a boat (okay)
Sorry baby (huh), but I think it’s time to go (huh)
What I do?

Ugly God – Tropics Lyrics

[Intro]
Nikko Bunkin in the trap, yuh
[Chorus]
Ayy, I’m takin’ off like rocket
Lay back in the tropics
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drip just like a faucet
Now that bitch in my lap, she make it clap, ooh
Take a step back, don’t get clapped
I’m takin’ off like rocket
Lay back in the tropics
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drip just like a faucet
Now that bitch in my lap, she make it clap, ooh
Take a step back, don’t get clapped
[Verse]
Every day we lit (lit)
Baby, you the shit (bitch)
Knick knack paddy whack, suck a nigga dick (suck a nigga)
Leave him in the ditch (why?)
‘Cause he a bitch
Drag my name through the dirt, I’m swervin’ down and shootin’ shit
Lil’ groupie bitch, huh, on my dick ’cause I’m super rich
Stupid bitch, I know the game baby, all I do is trick
Ruler dick, got her crazy on some cuckoo shit
I’m with your bitch, and she blew this dick like a hookah stick
Hold on, I walk inside the party, I might spike your juice, huh (I might spike your juice)
I pull up with your bitch, whip ain’t got no roof, huh (whip ain’t got no)
I pull up with no roof while she give me roof, huh (she gon’ give me)
Sippin’ on this Goose, kickin’ shit like Bruce, huh (kickin’ shit like uh)
I put that bitch to use, then she get the deuce, huh (she get the deuce)
She give me head like mousse, then I’m gone like poof (then I’m gone like uh)
Niggas playin’ games, this ain’t duck duck goose, huh (this ain’t duck duck goose)
Bitch, I’m for the youth just like Dr. Seuss, huh
[Chorus]
I’m takin’ off like rocket
Lay back in the tropics
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drip just like a faucet
Now that bitch in my lap, she make it clap, ooh
Take a step back, don’t get clapped
I’m takin’ off like rocket
Lay back in the tropics
Coolin’ with ya bitch, I make her drip just like a faucet
Now that bitch in my lap, she make it clap
Take a step back, don’t get clapped
[Outro]
Thanks Ugly God
Nikko Bunkin in the trap, yuh

Flume – On Top Lyrics

History favors the bold, dawg
Wrote something, make sure my story gets told
Make sure our story gets told
The night’s forever young, it’s us that gets old
[Refrain: T.Shirt]
All that I want in this life is the chance to do my thing
Yeah
[Chorus: T.Shirt]
I want the top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah
I want the top, top, top, top, top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top, top, top, top, top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top, top, top, top, top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus: T.Shirt]
Yeah
I want the top, top, top, top, top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top, top, top, top, top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top, top, top, top, top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah
I want the top, top, top, top, top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top, top, top, top, top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top, top, top, top, top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah
[Outro: T.Shirt]
Yeah
I feel what you got for me, world
Yeah
What you got, got, got, got? [Refrain: T.Shirt]
All that I want in this life is the chance to do my thing
All that I want in this life is the chance to do my thing
Yeah
[Chorus: T.Shirt]
I want the top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah
[Verse 1: T.Shirt]
And you don’t just wake up rich one day
This kind of life never just slip your way
I gave up taking carefree trips to the Bay
Cali’-bound is ’cause I got a flip in L.A
Paris-bound ’cause a new video’s on the way
No breaks for me, no vacats for me
I advance every minute, boy, I live it
Why start shit you don’t finish? [Chorus: T.Shirt]
I want the top
All my people right there at the back of the spot
I need the top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I need the top
All my people there, back at the spot
Let up the shots
Yeah
[Verse 2: T.Shirt]
Drinks on chill, got drinks on chill
Lights get dim and I think I will
I work so hard that I think I will
Yeah, had a long week, bitch, how you think I feel?

Smokepurpp – Muddy Lyrics

Yuh! Esketit
[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy, goddammit
It’s me and Uncle, goddamnit
Got with your bitch and we smashin’
We makin’ an oreo sandwich
I blow up a nigga with toolies
His bitch the on the run she foolish
Goddamn I love fuckin’ these groupies
We goin’ it look like a (?)
100 round drum on my head
Pussy soo I might slip
Pussy soo wet it gon’ drip
Pussy soo wet I might lick
Codeine and sprite what I sip
She don’t get shit but this dick
I make her cum, make her flip
Samsung, it jump on hip
Bitch wanna rip on my bong
Bitch wanna sing all my songs
[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I just be smoking and I just be lurking
I cannot focus, you niggas are roses
You fake, niggas know I can’t relate
I want a .37, no 38
Everyone I know got a .40
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear to God, dammit, these niggas so phony
Bitch, I’ma ball like Ginobli, I swear I be smokin’ on OG
When I pull up, fuck the police
And get the picture like Sony [Intro: Smokepurpp]
When you hear that money counter, that’s Killa Slade in the back
Ffff beep!

Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics

I need two vaults
I’m the new Hulk
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk
[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you
Crib came with a court and some legal fishes (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (damn), chauffeured limosines (damn)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarosa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda, Lil Boat
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk What that coupe cost? Get that tool off
What your jewels cost? [Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults
With the two cars
What that coupe cost?