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Traffic[Intro: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action
He not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic

[Chorus: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action (that action)
He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic (skrrt)
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action (that action)
I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage (let's get it)
And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap (bitch we clap)
Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic (as a tragic)
Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic (dramatic)
And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards (let's get it)

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Letting a nigga goon me, I can't imagine (no)
But I'm out here in these streets, catch me in traffic (skrrt)
My niggas shoot for free, they'll let you have it (man down)
My niggas do it for me, ain't no way around it (let's get it)
Blood hound for that money, bitch I gotta have it
Going crazy, 20's, 50's, 100's, bitch I'm cashing (I'm cashing)
And I ain't really with the talking, bitch I'm money stacking (let's get it)
And he ain't really bout' that life, cause he don't love that action (that action)
And they don't come from where I come from, they wasn't born a savage (savage)
Late night shit, catch him in traffic
I ain't really gotta talk, bitch catch me in traffic (skrrt)
And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lackin' (no)
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action (that action)
He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic (skrrt)
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action (that action)
I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage (let's get it)
And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap (bitch we clap)
Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic (as a tragic)
Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic (dramatic)
And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards (let's get it)

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
We don't really play, homie we about gun action (bang bang)
Pistols get to flappin', ball like the Mavericks (swish)
Chief Keef bitch I'm savage, I'm paper stackin' (Sosa baby)
Pistols get to clappin', niggas get to lappin' (bang bang)
Bad bitches packed up inside a Maxima (yeah)
That bitch gon' give me neck, neck like a Dracula (top)
Fuck nigga talk shit, delete him, no schedule (graah)
That bitch want some ransom, she say I'm handsome (beep)
I need me a dancer to come and dance up (let's get it)
On me while I'm wildin' and I'm throwing sets up (O'Block)
I need me a dancer to come and dance up (let's get it)
On me while I'm wildin' and throwing sets up (300)

[Chorus: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action (that action)
He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic (skrrt)
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action (that action)
I lost so many niggas, turned into a savage (let's get it)
And real life, no movie shit, bitch we clap (bitch we clap)
Where I'm from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic (as a tragic)
Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic (dramatic)
And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards (let's get it)
[Outro: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action
He not bout' that life man, catch him in traffic28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Us[Chorus]
At the top it's just us nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
OTF it's just us nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
GBE we don't fuck with niggas
At the top where you see us nigga
Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas

[Verse 1]
From a bitch I want top nigga
Fuck a opp we send shots nigga
Bullets coming non-stop nigga
At the top I don't see you niggas
And I'm steady rolling up swishers
If it's a problem we ain't get the issue
My niggas they will deal withcha
I ain't even gotta deal witcha
Since a youngin been a real nigga
Smoke I blow nothing but kill nigga
And bitch I'm in the field, nigga
You might get killed, nigga

[Chorus]
At the top it's just us nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
OTF it's just us nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
GBE we don't fuck with niggas
At the top where you see us nigga
Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
[Verse 2]
Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
A small circle with no new niggas
Because I dont really trust niggas
GBE it's just us nigga
And she just wanna fuck with us
So much kush keep me stuck nigga
In other words high as fuck nigga
Life’s a movie, I'mma priceless picture
400 for the belt nigga
Right or wrong you'll get left nigga
For that bag you'll get left nigga
For my niggas you'll get left nigga

[Chorus]
At the top it's just us nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
OTF it's just us nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
GBE we don't fuck with niggas
At the top where you see us nigga
Since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
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Beef[Intro]
300, bitch, that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)
In the field, we play for keeps
(In the field, we play for keeps)
300, bitch, that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)
OTF and GBE
(OTF and GBE)
300, bitch, that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)

[Chorus]
Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef
(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef)
In the field, we play for keeps
(In the field, we play for keeps)
OTF and GBE
(OTF and GBE)
300, bitch that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)
Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef
(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef)
In the field, we play for keeps
(In the field, we play for keeps)
OTF and GBE
(OTF and GBE)
300, bitch that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)
[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
On that money, sprint to that green
(On that money, sprint to that green)
300, bitch, that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)
Infrared, yeah, we love them beams
(Infrared, yeah, we love them beams, man down)
My niggas thirsty, I love that team
(My niggas thirsty, I love that team)
Ain't playin' fair, so we keep them things
(Ain't playin' fair, so we keep them things)
I'm out here, no hide and seek
(I'm out here, no hide and seek)
Banded up in my Republic jeans
(Banded up in my Republic jeans)
Got some new niggas that'll ride for me
(Got some new niggas that'll ride for me)
I neva stack, I'm 2414
(I neva stack, I'm 2414)
Like D. Rose, I'm on point for my team
(Like D. Rose, I'm on point for my team)
He a stain, yeah, we love them things
(He a stain, yeah, we love them things)
Ain't shit sweet, you'll get left on the scene
(Ain't shit sweet, you'll get left on the scene)
[Chorus]
Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef
(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef)
In the field, we play for keeps
(In the field, we play for keeps)
OTF and GBE
(OTF and GBE)
300, bitch that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)
Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef
(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef)
In the field, we play for keeps
(In the field, we play for keeps)
OTF and GBE
(OTF and GBE)
300, bitch that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Where I'm from, my niggas wet
(Where I'm from, my niggas wet)
You shoot one, I'm shootin' ten
(You shoot one, I'm shootin' ten)
Run up on me, betta think again
(Run up on me, betta think again)
Headshot, he won't think again
(Headshot, he won't think again)
OTF, GBE, we the shit
(OTF, GBE, we the shit)
Off the lean, I call that the kick
(Off the lean, I call that the kick)
I'm with Reese and we off the shit
(I'm with Reese and we off the shit)
We shoot shots, we neva call it quits
(We shoot shots, we neva call it quits)
L's up for my hittas
(L's up for my hittas)
Free all of my niggas
(Free all of my niggas)
Big toys like Christmas
(Big toys like Christmas)
Make it rain on these bitches
(Make it rain on these bitches)
[Chorus]
Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef
(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef)
In the field, we play for keeps
(In the field, we play for keeps)
OTF and GBE
(OTF and GBE)
300, bitch that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)
Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef
(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef)
In the field, we play for keeps
(In the field, we play for keeps)
OTF and GBE
(OTF and GBE)
300, bitch that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)

[Verse 3: Fredo Santana]
Fuck nigga, don't want no beef
(Fuck nigga, don't want no beef)
300, we in them streets
(300, we in them streets.)
Bodies droppin' like e'ry week
(Bodies droppin' like e'ry week)
We ain't frontin', we buckin' heats
(We ain't frontin', we buckin' heats)
In the field duckin' the police
(In the field duckin the police)
Run up on ya with that fuckin' pipe
(Run up on ya with that fuckin' pipe)
300, we'll take yo' life
(300, we'll take yo' life)
Savage shit, bitch, say that twice
(Savage shit, bitch, say that twice)
OTF, bitch, fuck the ops
(OTF, bitch, fuck the ops)
OTF, we on all these blocks
(OTF, we on all these blocks)
Lil Durk know where he stay
(Lil Durk know where he stay)
He'll be dead by the next day
(He'll be dead by the next day)

[Chorus]
Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef
(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef)
In the field, we play for keeps
(In the field, we play for keeps)
OTF and GBE
(OTF and GBE)
300, bitch that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)
Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef
(Fuck nigga, you don't want no beef)
In the field, we play for keeps
(In the field, we play for keeps)
OTF and GBE
(OTF and GBE)
300, bitch that's the team
(300, bitch, that's the team)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Wassup (Fuck Niggas)[Chorus: Lil Reese]
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas)
300, it's just us, nigga (300, fuck niggas)
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas, what?)
They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (I can't, nah)
Wassup with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
Too many faces, I can't trust niggas (Nah)

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
I'm gettin' money, I can't trust niggas (Nah)
I grab my 30 if you a little bigger (Man down)
He pillow-talking, that's for bitches, nigga
Your bitch want me, I pass her to my niggas
Got so much swag, these hoes, they feel a nigga (They on me)
We bought more choppers 'cause the streets got realer (Man down)
Ain't never seen you, so I ain't gone serve you, nigga (Nah)
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
And we play for keeps so it's no worries with us
And we shootin' this shit, this a true story, nigga (Man down)
I'm Glory'd up, I'm in my glory, nigga (Ayy)

[Chorus: Lil Reese & Fredo Santana]
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas, fuck niggas)
300, it's just us, nigga (Squad, Fredo)
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Nah)
Wassup with all these fuck niggas? (Wassup, erg)
Too many faces, I can't trust niggas
[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
I'm big boss Fredo (Fredo)
What's up with all of these fuck niggas (Wassup)
Trap house full of crack, them pillow cases stuffed, nigga (Stuffed, nigga)
I don't fuck with fuck niggas (I don't)
Fuck with me, you get trunked, nigga (Trunked)
Step up in the club (What?)
Bet none of us get touched, nigga (What?)
All us got 30s (30s)
We let them bitches bust, nigga (We let them bust)
All us got 30s, we let them bitches bust, nigga (Bang, bang)
Got a young nigga that's 15 (15), and all he do is slump niggas (He youngin)
Young nigga that's 15 and all he do is slump niggas (What?)
Dissin' us, you drunk nigga?
Your whole squad full of punk niggas (Bitches)
Don't make me grab that pump, nigga (What?)
Turn y'all to some skunk niggas (Bang)
Bitch, we them niggas (Niggas), and ain't no way around it (Nah)
I got a lot of guns (Guns), I'm talking hundred-round shit (Bang)

[Chorus: Lil Reese & Lil Durk]
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas)
300, it's just us, nigga (300, fuck niggas)
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas, what?)
They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (I can't, nah)
Wassup with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
Too many faces, I can't trust niggas (Let's get it)
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
I'm toting, foe'nem on pill, they rolling (Grrah)
We lurkin', see 'em on 'em (Let's get it)
Headshot, told little bro "Dome him" (L's)
'Cause lil bro' keep it on him, he shoot, he shoot, he blowing (Blowing)
Face shot, so ain't no viewin' (No viewin')
Closed casket, ain't no face (Let's get it)
No face, it ain't no case (No case)
Police, it ain't no trace (No trace)
That's why I use the 8 (Let's get it), sometimes I use the 30 (Grrah)
That's when we do 'em dirty
That mean we show no mercy (We don't)
That loud, that pipe be perfect, ain't a nigga perfect
Don't-don't-don't be no dummy, boy (Boy)
A lot of niggas paranoid (Paranoid)
Free bro and 'em in the slammer, boy (Boy)
Free bro and 'em in the slammer, boy

[Chorus: Lil Reese]
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (Fuck niggas)
They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas (Fuck niggas)
300, it's just us, nigga (300, fuck niggas)
What's up with all these fuck niggas? (They know we at the top)
They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas
(They just hatin' and shit)
Wassup with all these fuck niggas?
(I mean, I can't, I can't tell you wassup with them)
Too many faces, I can't trust niggas
[Outro: Lil Reese]
I don't what's to these niggas, man
It's just us nigga, you know?
300, man
Shoutouts GBE, OTF
It's us nigga and it's just us nigga5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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I Need That[Intro]
These niggas fuckin' lames man
I need that (hah, racks), show me that (racks)
We need that
I need that

[Chorus]
I heard he holdin', on the low, I need that
He say he out here in the field then show me that
And man these niggas not forreal man, I'm knowin' that
And watch my set I'm from the Lam go nuts, and watch they fall back
Niggas ain't never did shit for me, looked out or none of that
Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back
Put 300 on my back, I'm a runnin' back
Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back

[Verse 1]
Doing me that's where it's at, no sneak dissin' none of that
At the top that's where we at, y'all beneath us that's where yall at
Old niggas talking bout them old racks but where they at?
And if he holding old racks we running in there, where they at?
Same hood same niggas, this where we at
Look out for my family man, fuck the rest
And if you with me then you with me man, fuck the rest
Head shots when we aimin' man, fuck yo vest
[Chorus]
I heard he holdin', on the low, I need that
He say he out here in the field then show me that
And man these niggas not forreal man, I'm knowin' that
And watch my set I'm from the Lam go nuts, and watch they fall back
Niggas ain't never did shit for me, looked out or none of that
Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back
Put 300 on my back, I'm a runnin' back
Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back

[Verse 2]
In the streets I got my heat, man I'm on that can't tell me shit
I been gettin' money and niggas hatin, that shit don't make sense
I'll drop a nigga hit a stain or two, run that I need this
And this my life, I don't give a fuck about no diss
And you better stay your distance 'cause we packin' with that shit
I'm ballin hard like K.D. fourth quarter I can't miss
Young nigga and I'm on my own, niggas ain't did shit
They hatin', they sneak dissin', most do it over a bitch
And you better not give me one shot, I promise you I ain't gon' miss
My niggas with me, them my niggas, ain't no new shit
We shootin' shit extended clip, take you to movies
And it's 300 fuck the opps, this is the movement

[Chorus]
I heard he holdin', on the low, I need that
He say he out here in the field then show me that
And man these niggas not forreal man, I'm knowin' that
And watch my set I'm from the Lam go nuts, and watch they fall back
Niggas ain't never did shit for me, looked out or none of that
Now how the fuck do you expect for me to look out for em' back
Put 300 on my back, I'm a runnin' back
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Bad[Hook x3]
Bitch I'm doing me, you should be yourself
I gotta get this money man, there's nothing else
Never switch up on your niggas
That's bad for your health
Never switch up on your niggas
That's bad for your health

[Verse 1]
I never switch up on my niggas, I don't do that there
Never bitch up on my niggas, I don't do that there
Catch me everywhere that money at and I bet I'm there
And bitch I'm doing me, I just be myself
We don't fuck with new niggas, so don't bring them here
Only the family where I'm at, and bitch that's O.T.F
And I blow loud for health
I can't help myself
I'm going in for the kill and I don't need no help
I love money, fuck a bitch I won't stress myself
And bitch I keep my mouth closed cause I could trust myself
I'm fucking other niggas wives
I guess I need some help
I'm going in for the kill
And I don't need no help

[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I gotta get this money, man there's nothing else
Gucci for my waist, that's a designer belt
And I've never been a pussy, we could take it there
My hood would never let me, we could take it there
And we keep them tools around so please don't get near
Ok, hold on I'm broke, I guess I'll take what's there
Ok they playing like they real, but they ain't really real
They talk about the streets but bitch I'm in the field
My youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's real
I don't fuck with fuck niggas cause they quick to tell
My youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's the deal
Ok my youngest rob and kill, so tell me what's the deal

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Relate[Intro: Lil Reese]
Fake nigga, fuck your conversation!
Bang! Bitch!
3 hunna!

[Hook x2: Lil Reese]
These niggas, they not real
So how could I relate? (Nah!)
These lames not makin' change
So how could I relate? (At all!)
That nigga ain't puttin' on
So how could I relate? (Nah!)
And I could tell you fake
Nigga, fuck your conversation!

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
And I'm steady rolling up
Swishers steady face 'em
Got a lawyer on deck for some extra cases
Kush strong when i blow it
Man that shit be reaken
Kush strong when i blow it
Man that shit be stankin
Killers on deck
Dreaded up looking like Jamaicans
3 hunna shit man
If you the brick man, then we need that make
All that money, watch me sprint
Yeah it's fuck them haters
Free my nigga Caperboy
He will take your paper
Whole team full of savages
It's even greater
Up in my own lane
Fuck your lane, I gotta get that paper
And if I go down, I'mma come up by hitting that cake
These niggas bitches man, so we ain't related
[Hook x2: Lil Reese]
These niggas, they not real
So how could I relate? (Nah!)
These lames not makin' change
So how could I relate? (At all!)
That nigga ain't puttin' on
So how could I relate? (Nah!)
And I could tell you fake
Nigga, fuck your conversation!

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
When their bitches callin' me
Yeah, that's conversatin'
When their bitches callin' me
We might have conversations
And we ain't really with the talkin'
Save that conversation
Got niggas playin' like they tough
When they ain't really crazy (Nah!)
Stop actin' like you tough
Boy you ain't really crazy (Nah!)
How they front, they move for bitches
Man, that shit is crazy
We get money, fuck these bitches
Man, we goin' crazy
Me puttin' my trust in that bitch?
You must be crazy (At all!)
On my block, if we ain't got it then we gotta take it
On your block, if you ain't real, then you gotta fake it
So stop actin' like you come from where it get crazy
Man, them niggas they be frontin'
That shit is crazy (At all!)
[Hook x2: Lil Reese]
These niggas, they not real
So how could I relate? (Nah!)
These lames not makin' change
So how could I relate? (At all!)
That nigga ain't puttin' on
So how could I relate? (Nah!)
And I could tell you fake
Nigga, fuck your conversation!

[Outro: Lil Reese]
Nigga, fuck your conversation! (x4)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Savage[Hook]
Young living savage
For that bread I gotta have it
The top I gotta have it
Young living savage
300, we so savage
GBE, we so savage
OTF, we so savage
Young living savage

[Verse 1]
I smoke kush, I'm an addict
Young living savage
My niggas know we got it
My bitches be attractive
Riding with that ratchet
Hunting for that cabbage
My young niggas clapping
Number 5, bitch they clapping
Don't try me, it'll happen
I'm totin' you don't know I got it
Young living savage
I'm totin' you don't know I got it

[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I be toting 30's
Me and my niggas thirsty
We out here, bitch we lurking
Cash out , bitch we splurging
I'm balling, Julius Erving
Fast lane, I'm swerving
Fucked up and I know it
Your bitch knows she going
Reckless and you know it
If I got it, I'm gonna blow it
Bands on Bands, I blow it
I'm flexing, got her going

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Team[Hook x2]
Who got that drink, I need that drink (that drink)
Who got that smoke, I need that stink (that stink)
Oh that's your bitch? That girl fucking the team (the team)
Oh that's your girl? That bitch fucking the team (the whole team)

[Verse1]
Who got that drink, who got that drink?
That shit that you stir up and it turn pink
I'm on my block and bitch I do my thing
Catch a opp in traffic we gon' do our thing
Catch me off in traffic bitch I got that nin, that thing
Pull up on yo' block, fucking lay the scene
Pull up on yo' block and make a big scene
300 shit and OTF, bitch thats the team, what you mean?
Hit a nigga with the MAC, cause we don't really give a fuck
We out here on the grind and we'll stick yo' ass up
Yo' ass a stain boy, you ain't nothing to us
You might as well give it up when we running up

[Hook]

[Verse2]
Ride around with 30's, them my favorite things
Fuck that drink we out here and we ain't playing the same
Better make it count, don't shoot if you ain't got aim
My niggas on yo' ass and best believe they got aim
We ain't playing fair, that mean that ain't the same
Different leader, different league, that's a different gang
OTF and 300 that's what I claim
GBE and 300 that's what I claim, you a lame
You get banged, where I'm from we got aim
Shoot a nigga with that thing and run up in his thing
You a stain, my niggas they no fucking lames
We don't play no games, we only aim for the brain
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Seen or Saw[Hook]
I promise niggas bitches man, they gone tell it all
I promise to keep it real and still fuck with my dawgs
How I was brought up, I can’t change at all
How they was brought up, I don’t know at all
And when they switch up, I can't change At All
And when it go up, I don't know nothing, seen or saw
And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw
And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw

[Verse 1]
I don't know nothing, seen or saw, Who talkin' to the law
Got this gun on me, don't test it
This bitch here it go off
Tryin' to stack my money up and buy a big ass crib
So I can build me a motherfuckin' golf, course
On the back of my shit, killas in the back of the whip
Flip by once, Flip by twice
I can't get no action for shit
Im'a go back to the script, and a nigga like me, me knowin' me
Im'a just stick to the script, im'a just stick to the script
Fuck a bitch and dip off the rip, R.I.P to my niggas not here
I'ma ride for my niggas that's here
War time with my niggas right here
It's going down with my niggas right here
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
"Reesey wit um?" I'm like:"Naw"
"Reesey feel em?" I'm like:"Nah"
Most niggas weren't built from this cloth
Try to do it for attention they lost
Try to do it for the bitches they lost
Im'a do it for the niggas I lost
Kill a nigga for the niggas we lost
Bro'nem was real niggas we lost
You ain't real, if you ain't ever take a loss
Cash out give a fuck what it cost
Most niggas gone tell what they saw
Most niggas gone fold, get soft
But I never fold, nigga get soft
Can't tell em what you seen, what you saw
But the tales and truth how it go
Got it on me, when the trues sag off
300 that's who I ride for, 300 that's who I slide for
Fuck around catch a homicide, fuck around and I'm a slide
Mini van yeah it's a slide door, only day ones they can ride though
And most these internet killers, they don't even be outside though

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All that Haten[Hook:]
I got a good price, it's for cheap
If you really want some work
Got some niggas from the six
Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work
Hit him were it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at
Really snorting work, still getting it like the first
First like that first day of school trying to be the first
Man, all that hating it won't work (4x)

[Verse 1:]
Man, all that hating it won't work
Fuck coming last I'm trying to be first
That talking it won't work
Had to get off my ass and got get some cash
Now i'm fresh everyday like the first
Only fuck with niggas that riding me
And going to really put it to work
Just talking it won't work
All that talking it won't work
You gotta show me first
I made that bitch bend over
And told her show me first
I don't talk take about no money
Cause that shit don't work
Finna ball like I came for the dirt
So i'm'a hit you were it hurt
Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand
I let him hit two were it hurt
Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand
I let hit two were it hurt
I told him to get on the shit first (2x)Told him to get on you niggas first

[Hook:]
I got a good price, it's for cheap
If you really want some work
Got some niggas form the six
Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work
Hit him were it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at
Really snorting work, still getting it like the first
First like thet first day of school trying to be the first
Man, all that hating it won't work (4x)

[Verse 2:]
All that hating it won't work, no
Caught a nigga snooze
4-5 jam he better hope his bitch work
Fuck nigga better be lucky he caught a blessing
That shit worked
Lame ass niggas steady running there mouth
You ain't putting in work
You ain't putting in work
Youngins on my block
Known for shooting shit they goin shoot shit first
Coolin where it ain't safe niggas know it ain't safe
So they don't really wanna hang
Coolin with my niggas still with my niggas
A lot of niggas done changed
But know I'm still that gang
And I come back and still hang
Where a lot of niggas they can't
Where a lot of nigga they ain't
Got a good price for the cheap
Just meet me in the back with the bank
We goin get them there hit them there
And take everything as planned
We goin get them there hit them there
And take everything that we can
[Hook:]
I got a good price, it's for cheap
If you really want some work
Got some niggas form the six
Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work
Hit him were it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at
Really snorting work, still getting it like the first
First like thet first day of school trying to be the first
Man, all that hating it won't work (4x)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rap Shit[Hook: Chief Keef]
I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit
She gave me some head cause this rap shit
All these niggas dead in this rap shit
I do this for my daughter in this rap shit
I love countin' money cause this rap shit
Don't be no dummy cause this rap shit
Buying TEC-9's and Tommy's with this rap shit
Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
All my niggas thirsty for this rap shit
Kush grown and I'm with a thick bitch
I kill these niggas dead in this rap shit
I bend these niggas dead in this rap shit
All my niggas reckless and get hectic
So don't be no dummy cause I'm rappin'
My niggas down, my niggas fuck this rap shit
And not ever change cause I'm rappin'
So don't get me confused with this rap shit
Buying TEC-9's and 30's with this rap shit
Louis, Gucci, got it all off of rappin'
I killed these niggas dead in this rap shit

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit
She gave me some head cause this rap shit
All these niggas dead in this rap shit
I do this for my daughter in this rap shit
I love countin' money cause this rap shit
Don't be no dummy cause this rap shit
Buying TEC-9's and Tommy's with this rap shit
Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit
[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Made a lot of haters off this rap shit
Riding by myself cause I don't trust a bitch
She gave me some head cause this rap shit
On the road to get this bread, like traffic
And bitch I'm in the streets, I'm in traffic
Riding with my heat, I'm in traffic
A lot of bitches thirsty cause I'm rappin'
But it's fuck a bitch, on to the next bitch
And the next bitch, next bitch

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I kill you niggas dead in this rap shit
She gave me some head cause this rap shit
All these niggas dead in this rap shit
I do this for my daughter in this rap shit
I love countin' money cause this rap shit
Don't be no dummy cause this rap shit
Buying TEC-9's and Tommy's with this rap shit
Sosa bitch, I be with this rap shit1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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So Fast[Intro]
You know how we rocking man
Free all the guys
Free all my niggas out them cells

[Hook]
Acting like you in the streets
Man you ain't with the street shit
Man you ain't with the street shit
Man you ain't with the street shit,(Naaa)
Shit happens so fast
Man I ain't even peep it
Man I ain't even peep it
Man I ain't even peep it
Man it happen so fast
Man I ain't even see this
Man I ain't even see this
Man I ain't even see this
Acting like you in the streets
Man you ain't with the street shit
Man you ain't with the street shit
Man you ain't with the street shit,(Naaa)

[Verse 1]
So he acting like he with this
Man he ain't with the street shit
He gon fold real quick
Under pressure like a bitch
Tryna stack money up and shit
So I can do a lot of shit
On the block we on a lot of shit
Fuck Niggas can't compare to this
I'm shooting at the competitors
Like ain't no nigga better than me
When it come this shit
I ain't gone miss
Real whip like this
When I up this shit
I ain't gone miss
Cook up a brick
Breaking down that shit
Into dimes and nicks
Feed it to the script
I'm like we 'gone get rich
They don't believe this shit
Ain't wanna see this shit
They ain't believe this shit
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You can check my resume
Yeah I'm still on the same shit
Yeah I'm still on that Gang Shit
Yeah I'm still with the same clique
On the block we on a lot of shit
With Niggas that be robbing shit
With Niggas that be taking shit
But a Nigga ain't gon take shit
Nigga we'll take your shit
No gun straight lick
And my Niggas they be taking shit
Why these Nigga faking shit
I don't know
Why These Niggas faking shit
Acting like he with the shit
But he ain't really with the shit
And we got the 50 shit
Calling my man's come bringing that
50 shit
Just caught a gun case
But they were on some fishy shit
They ain't really see shit
Put the Gun on me and shit
But they ain't really see shit
I know I'm gone beat this
I know I'm gone beat this
I know I'm gone beat this
I know I'm gone beat this, (I'm Good)
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Brazy[Intro: Chief Keef]
Ayt
Bang bang, gang gang
Bang bang, gang gang
Bang nigga
Gang nigga

[Chorus: Chief Keef, Lil Reese & Both]
Shit brazy, shit crazy
My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy
My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy
My neck brazy, My gear brazy
Brazy, brazy, brazy
Brazy, brazy, brazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Shit brazy, please don't try to play me (Nah)
Cookin' up dope and servin' fiends like the 80's (Like the 80's)
Going crazy (Crazy), strapped up like the Navy (The Navy)
I dare a fuck nigga in this room try to play me
Shit brazy (Shit brazy), shit crazy (Shit crazy)
I lost a lot of niggas, thank God I still made it
Got niggas hatin', got niggas faking
My bitch crazy, just had a baby
I'ma get the guap for her then shit that I might take it (I need that)
And I ain't waiting (Nah) 'cause I'm impatient
That he-say, she-say shit don't mean nothing It don't phase me (Nah)
STR8, Eway late night doing about a buck 80
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Shit brazy, shit crazy
My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy
My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy
My neck brazy, My gear brazy
Brazy, brazy, brazy
Brazy, brazy, brazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy

[Verse 2: Chief Keef & James Brown]
Say she want top I'm like... "Wha?" (Bitch, you crazy)
(This is a man's world)
Bitch, fuck I look like?
Bitch, say she want some guap, I'm like... "Wha?", ayy (Bitch, you crazy)
(This is a man's world)
Bitch, you better take a hike
Baby, I be making plays daytime and night (Lil late)
Bitch this is a motherfuckin', ayy (Man's world)
Man's world, yeah, you're right (Lil baby)
Remember when I was young now I live in a fuckin' (Gang, gang)
(Man's world)
I be gettin' money (Gang), I be getting hunnids (Beep)
And I get it all in a fuckin' (Man's world)
I be fuckin' thotties, I be rockin' parties
Ion't ride shottie, I drive in the... (Man's world)
Told that bitch hold up (Wait), wait let me pour up (Ayy)
I'm tryna come slower, this is a.. (Man's world)
Told that bitch Glo up (Gang)
I'ma Rock n' Roller (Gang)
Sosa Bon Jovi Hard Soldier (Man's world)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Shit brazy, shit crazy
My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy
My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy
My neck brazy, My gear brazy
Brazy, brazy, brazy
Brazy, brazy, brazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy
Shit brazy, shit crazy
My wrist crazy, my bitch crazy
My bitch brazy, my wrist brazy
My neck brazy, My gear brazy
Brazy, brazy, brazy
Brazy, brazy, brazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
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Haters[Intro: R. Kelly]
I'm in your mix x8

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
She ain't even my chick but she probably going
See these niggas faces when I pull up in that foreign
Maybe its my style, Maybe its my credit, she say them niggas boring
All we know is win win bitch yes we scoring
Real nigga shit 300, we don't fuck around
Bad bitches call me just to fuck around
They dont like dicks, they just like for me to dick em down
Talking bout that goofy ass niggas tryna sit em down
Boi she a star look at that ass straight head spinner
Huh, You see my squad, and we go hard, yes we some bread winners
Yup, That thot there she a runna, 3hunna they'll run ha'
Good head she a goner kush roll double monster
Feds taking pictures so I gotta stop and go
Real talk boy don't run our mouth that's all we know
Me and the hood together foreva like Will and Jada
3hunna we next they forever gone hate us

[Hook: R. Kelly]
I'm in your mix x8
And them haters gone hate x4

[Bridge: Lil Reese]
That's all they gon do man
They ain't got no other choice
Shouts out to my bro gods
Chief Keef Lil Durk what's happening broski
[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Fuck nigga, fuck nigga (fuck nigga)
Fuck nigga, fuck boy, pussy nigga the best is I
You on the stand shots fired man down you'll testify
Snitches run they mouth my niggas them niggas We don't play that
Couple drillers come and drill you my nigga Right where you stay at
My biggest hater is the reason I can't get no sleep (no sleep)
N-n-no sleep F-fuck the police
Cause I ride out solo dolo, My niggas my family 3hunna
Red beam on the 30 that's a no go, GBE OTF that's the logo
Free five Free law free brudo
Lost some real niggas from a long time ago
Grind time so you know I gotta grind tho
Prime time so you know I gotta shine tho
We riding we riding with a strap or two
And we don't go back and forth like the rappers do
And they say these niggas ain't hating
This Chicago the motherfucking capital

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Somebody[Hook: Lil Durk]
I aim at a nigga 'cuz this
Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick
No one, smoke a nigga if he trip
No hope for my city I was in
Free Law judge gave him more than ten
Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend
And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Where I'm from you nobody
So you kill somebody, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Growing up, I ain't wanna be nobody
Had to get it on my own, I swear muthafucka that I don't need nobody
Supa Savage 2 shit, might make him catch a body
Lockdown, phone calls to the fam, I ain't really need nobody
Not a bitch, not a nigga, not nobody
No hope for the city I'm in
Niggas hatin', they don't want you to win
Hard body, we can take it there again
One call, they get slapped in advance
Niggas actin', they be really out here playin'
I guess if it's slow, he'll get what I'm sayin'
Slow down, let me bring it back again
Niggas actin', they be really out here playin
I'm goin' in for the kill once again
Rob who? I don't get what you're sayin'
Take what? I don't get what you're sayin'
These niggas my brothers, not my friends
They came up, they wanted watches when
It's fucked up 'cuz that nigga you thought was your man
Might snitch and get you a hundred years
Might snitch and get you a hundred years
[Hook: Lil Durk]
I aim at a nigga 'cuz this
Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick
No one, smoke a nigga if he trip
No hope for my city I was in
Free Law judge gave him more than ten
Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend
And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Where I'm from you nobody
So you kill somebody, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Everybody wanna be a somebody, but
Everybody, we wanna body some
As a kid growing up I ain't had nothin'
I just wanted a lot of guns and a lot of money
6217 where I'm at work
No school, better stay with his Macbook
On my son, Aqua
I hash .30 shot, .40 Ruger like Jackfoot
Some niggas want to be like Mike, shit I wanna be like Big Durk
Flat as hell, flat bitches with some flat car
I swear Allah had a rich word
Choppa bullets, man down
I told my momma I'm the man now
I got the city' hands down
My young boys they ain't playin' round
Free [?] he go "blam!"
Free Rich, free Jam
My young niggas, they all go ham
Free Lil boon from the Lam
I'm the man now
I got the city' hands down
[Hook: Lil Durk]
I aim at a nigga 'cuz this
Rollie on me, I whipped it to a brick
No one, smoke a nigga if he trip
No hope for my city I was in
Free Law judge gave him more than ten
Hard body, can't none of my niggas bend
And we trend, all of my niggas is brothers, we don't do friends
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Everybody wanna be a somebody
Where I'm from you nobody
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We Won’t Stop[Intro: Lil Reese & Chief Keef]
Bang
Tarentino, Turn up
Tarentino, GBE OTF what it do, 300
Squad, Bang
You know, man down

[Chorus: Lil Reese & Chief Keef]
We won't stop (nah), we won't stop (nah), we at the pressure (bang)
Just look at my squad since a youngin' we been with it (300, O'block)
And only the strong survive and you niggas is bitches (man down, man down)
Pull on yo block with 30's (sqaud, bang bang), thats a mission (pow pow)
Pullin' with my squad, that's a damn mission (nah nah)
Don't come around me, not a shooter then get missing (nah nah nah)
He might be a police, he working what's the business?
And you niggas don't know me, they working what's the business (nah)

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
I fuck with O-Block (300), 300 them my niggas (300)
Add up both blocks (boom boom) that's too many killas (damn)
Yo bitch gon' fuck both blocks (squad), she know that we them niggas
Stay away from lame niggas (nah), we don't fuck with you pretenders
Keep the heater when it's cold incase we have to burn a nigga (boom boom)
I come from that block lamron 300 nigga
Got my broski in the cut bitch and we ain't fighting with you (in the cut)
But if you all about money then we'll get it with you
Actin' like you can't be touch some niggas will deal with you (boom)
I'm out here chasing money call that shit a self fisher (self fisher)
And I ain't really gotta talk cause since a youngin' been that nigga
OTF and GBE, bitch 300, bitch we them niggas
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
We won't stop, we won't stop , we at the pressure
Just look at my squad since a youngin' we been with it (300)
And only the strong survive and you niggas is bitches (man down, man down)
Pull on yo block with 30's, thats a mission (pow pow)
Pullin' with my squad, that's a damn mission
Don't come around me, not a shooter then get missing (nah)
He might be a police, he working what's the business?
And you niggas don't know me, they working what's the business

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
These niggas know Sosa they know that he the business (yeah)
We killin' everybody including every witness (bang bang bang)
We ain't fuckin' around, these niggas is snitches
I dont care bitch I'm off lean, I though my car was missing (my car)
I'm ridin' round, I got my shotties with me (skrt, bang)
Reese my big bro for him we shot, you hear me (what up bro?)
We switchin' lanes in foreign cars, you hear me (skrt skrt)
We passin' round these foreign thots, you hear me (thots)
I be fuckin' life, I'mma fuck it with no condom (fuck it)
Pull up in that 'Rari (skrt), that bitch sound like thunder (yeah)
I be stuntin' (huh), 50 thousand nothing (yeah)
These chains make my neck hurt, earring and watch humungus

[Chorus: Lil Reese]
We won't stop, we won't stop , we at the pressure
Just look at my squad since a youngin' we been with it (300)
And only the strong survive and you niggas is bitches (man down, man down)
Pull on yo block with 30's, thats a mission (pow pow)
Pullin' with my squad, that's a damn mission
Don't come around me, not a shooter then get missing (nah)
He might be a police, he working what's the business?
And you niggas don't know me, they working what's the business1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Myself[Hook: Lil Durk]
I be with the killas, I be by myself
I be getting money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by myself
I be by myself (x12)

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
I be by myself
I be by myself
But I be with my niggas, I don't need no help
Tote it by myself, We don't need no help
Ratting and snitching is bad for yo health
Fucking around man that boy gon get left
Guns in the attic and pills on the shelf
Got 3hunna with me, O'block and who else?
Fucking this bitch and I dove in like Phelps
Load up the chopper, I don't need no help
Pouring up lean and it's bad for my health
Smoking this loud and it's bad for my health
He ain't coming right then he gots to get left
He ain't coming right then he might just get left
First 48, watch he tell on himself
First 48, watch he tell on himself
And that shit right there, keep me right by myself
And that shit right there, keep me right by myself
Just hit me a lick, spent that shit on myself
Just hit me a lick, spent that shit on myself
My first fifty thou, spend that shit on myself.
[Hook: Lil Durk]
I be with the killas, I be by myself
I be getting money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by myself
I be by myself (x12)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I'm a killa, I'm that nigga
All my niggas they gon feel it
All these niggas talk on twitter
Chain gang, shining like a pot of glitter
I be so solo, ridin' out with the thirty
Yeah I be dolo, thirty thousand cash, yeah I'm a A-hole
Gotta lay low cause these niggas is fufu
Playing both sides, acting like Brasco
Black Rick Owens, I stay in designer
Word on the block, Louie gon find us
Shout out all my niggas, I had to go sign 'em
Had to cosign 'em, buy yellow diamonds
Same color lemon, talking cases on these tracks
You a snitchin', but I can't mention
Come around and I do for attention
3K nazi, had to go [?]
Bitch I'm an immaculate, I'ma go cray
I'm chasing these Benjamin's, piss on they graves
War for niggas hate, can't escape, 38
Thirty shots grizzlies like Bathing Apes
Run up on his ass, red tape
[Hook: Lil Durk]
I be with the killas, I be by myself
I be getting money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by myself
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Traffic (Remix)[Intro: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action
He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic

[Hook: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action
He not 'bout that life man, catch him in traffic
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we love that action
I lost so many niggas, I turned into a savage
In real life, no movie shit, bitch we clapping
Where I’m from? This Chiraq, you get left as a tragic
Kicked your bitch to the curb, she was too dramatic
And where I'm from that's 300, normal spelled backwards

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Got some little niggas in the Chi-Town, they ain't 'bout to be talking
Six-hundred horses in my town, cause I ain't 'bout to be walking
See I don't know what the game's about, but I ain't bout to be playing
Nigga keep my name up out your mouth, that's all the fuck that I'm saying
I ain't never been no police, I ain't never did no cuffing
Nigga killing niggas in all your rhymes, ain't never did no busting
Counting the money, took two days
Little niggas will do ya' for some new J's
Real talk, and that's nothing
Gloves on and that oven
Said she don't get the good dick often, now she 'bout to be stalking
Got her on that killer kill, and that's why the bitch coughing
See my targets flipping like Gabby, they be doing gymnastics
Nigga I ain't high and I ain't hard to find, if you look for me I'm in traffic
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Let a nigga go in on me? I can't imagine
But I'm out here in these streets, catch me in traffic
My niggas shoot for free, they'll let you have it
My niggas do for me, ain't no way around it
Bloodhound for that money, bitch I gotta have it
Going crazy, twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I'm cashing
And I ain't really with the talk, bitch I'm money stacking
And he ain't really 'bout that life cause he don't love that action
And they don't come from where I come from, they weren't born a savage
Late night shit, catch him in traffic
I ain't really gotta talk, bitch catch me in traffic
And you know I got it on me, so I'm never lackin'

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Twista]
Lights, camera, action nigga, but this ain't no motherfucking cinema
'Finna send it up, dude not true, screws not loose
2pac, Juice nigga, hit 'em up
Niggas don't know how to argue
Killer hard shit when you see the mob thick in the whip
Now your car's hit, nigga loose lips
Talking nonsense, feel the contents of a clip
Whatever you wanna do we can take it there, niggas around me want action
Like a rhythmatic, forty calibers and nine millimeters equal subtraction
They could pull up in the Jag' with the runner on the side
Level opposition with the creep-creep
Beep beep, put 'em in a deep sleep
See the way Reese or Chief Keef make beef brief
Beast teeth, I'm a motherfucking monster
Eating up anybody that's coming at Windy City grind
What you know about them niggas pulling up on the side of your Mercedez in traffic hitting it 50 times?
Don't get into it with 'em, they gon' let you have it
You might end up in a coffin, you can call him Casket
[Hook]

[Outro: Lil Reese]
We ain't really with that talking, bitch we 'bout that action
He not 'bout that life, man catch him in traffic1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Benji Chasin[Hook: Lil Reese]
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Gang gettin' wasted, you want our life, we take it
It ain't nathan, fuck your situation
You snitchin', can't relate me
Kush what we tastin'

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
It ain't nathan, kush is what I'm tastin'
That bitch all on my dick, I told that bitch I don't get wasted
I don't drink, so bitch I don't get wasted
30 on me right now, watch how fast I chase it
I got white and I ain't racist
Cocaina for sale, come and taste it
I be sprintin' to that money, watch me chase it
Like benji that money we be chasin'
Benji chasin', money conversation
Gang with me and gang gettin' wasted
Kuku Gang with me, Cuckoo gettin' crazy
And I be chasin' money so I guess I'm wasted

[Hook: Lil Reese]
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
Benji chasin', money conversation
[Verse 2: Benji Glo]
Benji chasin', money conversations
Gang gettin' wasted, backwood blazin'
High-speed chasin'  chasin', my life is amazin'
Don't run up on me cause my Kuku's going crazy
Ain't no squares in my circle, you a loser
My niggas gang all them will lose ya
Posted up and we got a lotta guns
I ain't switchin' up dawg, I'm Lamron
Try Reese money, you get wacked nigga
I got respect with my Tec nigga
I'm still grindin' for the check nigga
Since I went blind you thought I wouldn't finesse nigga?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Irrelevant[Hook: Johnny Maycash]
Now all my niggas gone, they be off it
Talk shit, I put your ass right in the coffin
And that loud got me gone
Your bitch all in a zone, she on it
Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant
Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
I'm getting money and you not
So that mean you irrelevant
2-2-3 we shoot
That shit knock down an elephant
All my niggas with the shits
Your niggas on that telling shit
I get money so I bail out quick
Your bitch on me imma a nail that bitch
And now your ass irrelevant
She won't come back home so quit calling bitch
And I be on my savage shit
I ride around with ratchet bitch
Can't sneak diss now cause you irrelevant
Who the fuck know your clique
My team bout extra 30 clips
You nigga round me you don't know my thing
Cause my niggas been around since youngins bitch
And I got your bitch off the shits
Turn up, turn up she with the shits
She just let broski hit
And you went back home and straight wifed the bitch
300 shit we one night bitch
Passed to Durk and he piped the bitch
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Pussy niggas talking shit but that's just so irrelevant
Acting like you with the shits
I'm thinking he gonna tell some shit
And these hoes for anybody
So Reese give them nothin' but dick
Yeah these hoes for anybody
So we just hit them and pass them quick
Now all my niggas gone
You get shot cause we be off the shit
I'm 300 no more, no less
That's that original shit
Basic shit, I hate a basic bitch
I'm rolling up loud and i'm facing shit
Haters all mad, can't take this shit
Squad way or the hard way
Got killers posted up like all day
They'll wack a nigga up in the broad day
Leave a fuck nigga stanking in the hallway
And that's all day
The bitch wanna leave I don't make her stay
I got thots on thots boy, I don't play
That mean bitches on bitches boy, I don't play
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No Lackin[Intro: Lil Reese]
Got all these bands this money im stackin'
My Squad, Squad. Turn up
Got all these bands this money im stackin
300

[Chorus: Lil Reese]
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Niggas playing games, I ain't for nun, what's crackin' ?
And I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin'
I'm off the shits, I won't stop I'm crackin'
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin'
Ain't playing games, we ain't for nun, what's crackin' ?
We sliding doors back and young niggas clappin'
Race to the money, I'm speedin' like a rabbit
Got a lot of money, try to take what I'm having
You get clapped up and thats faster than a rabbit
You get clapped up--
On 64th bitch, we what's happenin'
Try to come through, you get clapped with the mac (bang)
300 shit bitch, I been a savage
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka]
He reached for it, that's a dead body
Elmer Fud double pound shotty
My neck rocky and I'm off a molly
My bitch bad with a buffet body
Young nigga shoot at anybody
All these bands got a nigga cocky
Trapped in a club mothafucka
Lil Reese get em
Man down let the piece hit em
Do it broadway and police with em'
Yellow tape let the streets get em'
Chalk him out
White sheet denim
Bow bow I'm bustin' at em
I'm ballin hard no NBA
My bitch a diamond
Lisa Raye
Spent 20k at least a day
Do it weekends nigga, I do it everyday
She with me she go everyway
Count this money 'till my fingers hurt
When I hit the pussy, I bet she squirt
Selling dope, we ain't got to work
Real nigga, no tight shirt
My gun dont work, I got a knife
You disrespect, I'm doing life
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)

[Verse 3: Wale]
Lotta paper bring a lot of haters, Capiche
And the more you make, will be the more you make, It ain't sweet (no)
Well I do me (f'sho)
Will I lose sleep (I dunno)
If I fall down before they start counting back on my feet
Let's go
Its that flyraq meet chiraq, there's no contest with their flow
All of my hairs out, with young dreadlocks, couple real niggas from the go
Like I said in one song
Life is lame with no goals
Barely brag about dope whenever I don't you niggas ignore
Chop be cooking that cracka nd talking hard rock and talking that snow
Chop will send me that track, I send that shit back, back of that hurst
Trapping something I know, something I did, just keeping it real
As a matter of fact, you never moved crack
But knowing y'all routes, prolly throw a brick bitch
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)
Got all these bands this money I'm stackin' (x2)
Bitch I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin' (x2)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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What It Look Like[Intro: Chief Keef]
It look like this
It look like this
Never seen a million dollars what it look like this (Sosa)
It look like bitch
I look like that and you look like this
Catch up, catch up

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
What it look like bitch (huh)
I look like that and you look like this
I look like yes and you look like no
I keep me a bankroll and that bitch don't fold (nah)
20 thousand in these pockets, got my shit on swole (ffff beep)
They don't never tell me no (nah), any bitch gon' go
'Cause I look like that and you look like this (bitch)
I'm in my all white car with my lil white bitch, Sosa

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
40 with the 30 man don't make me hit the switch (man down)
Can't trust a fuck nigga, he lookin' like he wanna snitch
Take a nigga down then after that get off the shits (we need that)
That forgis on my whip, that's why you bitches on my dick (huh)
What it look like bitch
30 in the clip, I swear my clip is long as shit
300, my clique, we small as shit
300, my circle small as shit
Only The Fam I swear we never trust a bitch (nah)
Don't play with my brothers everybody we with the shits
Walk through the spots you see them joints be with the shits (huh, get money)
So what it look like bitch
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
What it look like bitch (huh)
I look like that and you look like this
I look like yes and you look like no
I keep me a bankroll and that bitch don't fold (nah)
20 thousand in these pockets, got my shit on swole (ffff beep)
They don't never tell me no (nah), any bitch gon' go
'Cause I look like that and you look like this (bitch)
I'm in my all white car with my lil white bitch, Sosa

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Have you seen a 100 thousand (huh), what it look like this (yeah)
Boy your pockets empty, they don't look like shit (nah)
I'm rollin' 'round town (skrt skrt), got my lil white bitch (Mary)
Pretty red hair and her lil white kicks
I got on my lil white gold (bling)
Got ice on my wrist feel and look like snow (Brr)
I pull up in my Audi (skrt skrt skrt) on them lil white folks
Bitches look like yes (nah) niggas look like no (no)
I go by Chief So (Sosr baby)
Got a lot of white gold (bling bling bling)
Nigga, I'll take your soul (yeah yeah)
Cuz bitch I'm from the O (O'block)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
What it look like bitch (huh)
I look like that and you look like this
I look like yes and you look like no
I keep me a bankroll and that bitch don't fold (nah)
20 thousand in these pockets, got my shit on swole (ffff beep)
They don't never tell me no (nah), any bitch gon' go
'Cause I look like that and you look like this (bitch)
I'm in my all white car with my lil white bitch, Sosa2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ova[Hook x4: Freddie Gibbs]
Ain't no play
These fake ass niggas, O.V.A
Ain't no play
These snake ass niggas, O.V.A

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Nigga ain't no play
These snitch ass niggas, O.V.A
Had to close up shop
Niggas hold all the rocks, done for the day
And I'm a hundred round drum
AK-47 right around that bay
Young nigga on the come up
I'm gonna try to fuck 100,000 hoes this summer
Fuck with me and I dumps nigga
Make a move and get moved on
Pushin' packs to my young niggas
Serving dope in your school zone
I need some zone in that backpack
The 38's and 9's, we got that
I'm gonna take my lil' niggas on field trips
We straight kill shit
Where them sacks at, bitch
Cus' it's ova'
Getting road head in a rover
Chevy thang' got a new motor
Fucking with the cane and the soda
Got that yola
And it's ova'
Whole things, halfs, and the quarters
Real ass nigga I told ya
Fucking with the cane and the soda
Got that yoda
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Ain't no play
These fake ass niggas be all in your face
And I ain't gon' play
Keep that thing on my waist
So you know I'm gon' spray
30 in his face
Take his ass to the crib, make him find that safe
And I beat that case
Stay rolling up loud, to the face
My mouth duck taped
These snake ass niggas be talking to the jakes
And it's O.V.A
By all means I gotta get that cake
I don't fuck with the fake
And I party with the 8
Keep the squares out the shake
My block move yay
My name, ho wait
It's O.V.A
Get them going by the day
Keep the squares out the shake
Louis V on my waist
Just to hold my waist
Just to hold my waist
It's O.V.A
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Gang[Intro]
Steady ride with my niggas, I be slidin' with my niggas
It's war time, first in line with my niggas, on the line with my niggas
I be slidin' with my niggas, steady ride with my niggas
Gang!
Steady ride with my niggas, I be slidin'  with my niggas
It's war time, first in line with my niggas, on the line with my niggas
I be slidin' with my niggas, steady ride with my niggas
Gang!

[Verse 1]
We gon' say shit when it's that time, my nigga
War time, first I lie with my niggas, I'ma lie with my niggas
Get outta line, my nigga
Put you back in it like it's school time, my nigga
Overgrind on a nigga, overshine on a nigga
I guess had to put in overtime on a nigga
Got my money on my mind, ain't got my mind on no bitch
Got the G-A-N-G with me, don't ask me who with it
And you ain't really with it, actin' like you with it, that's the quickest way to get it, niggas really bitches
The-They ain't really with it, actin' like they get it, that's the quickest way to get it
.45, cock back, bullets steady spitting

[Bridge: Sample]

[Verse 2]
Huh?
And this a eye for a eye, so I'm watching every nigga
Huh?
And this a eye for a eye, so I'm ridin' with my niggas
Slidin' with my niggas
Nina got the best sex, call her Aquafina
Caught the niggas snoozing and they did it like they mean it
Niggas steady sleeping, niggas steady dreamin'
I'ma stay up, nigga, I ain't never sleep
Up, up like I'm gekin'
Set the party up, we sayin' opps, we was tweakin'
(Set the party up, we sayin' opps, we was tweakin')
And when we see cops, best believe we ain't speakin'
When niggas see cops, best believe they be speakin'
I guess I be tweakin'
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Love Me (Freestyle)[Intro: Lil Reese]
300 shit, man, One fifty!
Lil Reese and Lil Bibby
It's ya boy Lil Reese checking in
You rocking with my nigga DJ Bandz
300 or nothing, Hood Rich, bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
I done seen so much, I'm scarred for life
Me and my money gone ball for life
My nigga Credo got charged with life
Guns on my sides so I'm armed for life
And my young niggas still hittin' kick door
Every four bars needa' switch flows
You knew your fucking mans was a snitch though
So why the hell you took him for a lick for?
I don’t fuck with these hoes or these bitch ass niggas
Every time I pull up on my dick ass niggas
Damn, I just wanna be a rich ass nigga
Chasing these hoes, better get cash, nigga
And the bitch that I'm with say she love me
Bitch, you only love this money, I promise you if shit get ugly
She'll up and leave and say, “fuck me!”
But I ain't even tripping, I'mma keep it pimping
They mad cause a young nigga stacking all these digits
Worried 'bout other niggas acting like some these bitches
If the rap don’t work, then we on the block tipping
[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
If rap don't work then we on the block tripping
Out here tryna' to get it, tryna' get it how we get it
Niggas claiming shit, and they really ain't with it
Lotta' of niggas claiming shit and they really ain't with it
Fucked your bitch now she talking 'bout she love me
Bitch, I only love this money, play with me, shit gonna get ugly
Knock 'em down, hit his ass with some chunky
And I'm still on that block I call six-four
Everybody know me, the youngest kid though
Now all of a sudden everybody with the shits though
But then again them niggas ain't on shit though
Pull up do a hit, that's ugly
Every nigga you see with me shooting for me
Fuck the law, flee the scene, that's ugly
But I'm only chasing after money
Get in my way then I'm getting on dummy
Sucker, get in my way then I'm getting on dummy8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Money Stackin[Hook]
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Bitch I'm out here in the field, so it's team no lackin

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Niggas playing games, i ain't for none what's crackin?
And I'm out here in the field so it's team no lackin
I'm off the shits, i won't stop I'm crackin
Got all these bands, this money I'm stackin
Ain't playing games, we ain't for none what's crackin?
We sliding doors back and young niggas clappin
Racing to the money I'm speeding like a rabbit
Got a lot of money try to take what I'm having
You get clapped up and that's faster than a rabbit
On 64th, bitch we what's happening
Try to come through, you get clapped with the Mac
300 shit bitch i been a savage

[Hook]
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
He reach for it that's a dead body
Elmer Fudd, double barrel shotty
My neck rocky and I'm off a molly
My bitch bad with a Buffie body
Young niggas shoot at anybody
All these bands got a nigga cocky
Strapped in the club motherfucker
Lil Reese get him!
Man down, let the piece hit him
Doit broad day and police with him
Yellow tape, let the streets get him
Chalk him out, white sheet did him
Bow bow, I'm bussin' at him
I'm balling hard, no NBA
My bitch a diamond, Lisa Raye
Spend 20k at least a day
Do it weekend nigga? Do it everyday!
She wit me? She go every way
Count this money til' my fingers hurt
When i hit the pussy i bet she squirt
Selling dope, we ain't got to work
Real nigga, no tight shirt
My gun don't work, i got a knife
You disrespect, I'm doing life
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]
Lot of paper bring a lot of haters, capeesh?
And the more you make a be the more you make, it ain't sweet
But i do me (fasho!)
Do i lose sleep? (hell no!)
If i fall down, before they start counting I'm back on my feet
This that flyraq meet chiraq, no contest with that flow
All of my heads out, with young dreadlocks, couple real niggas from the 'go
Like i said in one song
Life is lame with no goals
Barely rap about dope, whenever i don't you niggas ignore
Chop be cooking that crack, and talking hard rock, and talking that snow
Naw, Chop a send me that track, i send that shit back in back of that hearse
Crack ain't something i know, ain't something i did just keeping it real
As a matter of fact, you never moved crack
But knowing yall rappers a probably throw a brick, bitch

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Baby[Chorus: Young Thug]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' baby
Ooh, I wanna tell you somethin' baby
Listen to me, I'ma tell you baby, baby
We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here
We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here
We ain't got no, baby, we ain't got not no
Baby, we ain't got no cards in these wallets over here

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Young nigga, I'm super savage
Young nigga, I'm super savage
We got the .30 in the club, yeah we got
Snuck the .30 in the club 'cause we 'bout it
And a nigga talkin' like he got dough
And I already know he a ho
So you know how the shit gon' go
We gon' take him down and come back to the show
She say let's go out I said no
She say Reese take me out I say no
Baby you already know how it go
The hotel or the motel flow
I got hunnids in my pockets I'ma blow
On me and the squad though
If a bitch wanna come with us she gonna fuck for free and she ain't gonna get no dough (No cash)
But I'm on your ass
If you owe me cash
You better run that cash
You better run that fast
No credit cards in my wallet bitch I got all cash
In my stash house it ain't number 30s and choppers I blast
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' baby
Ooh, I wanna tell you somethin' baby
Listen to me, I'ma tell you baby, baby
We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here
We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here
We ain't got no, baby, we ain't got not no
Baby, we ain't got no cards in these wallets over here

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
We ain't together ho, we ain't together ho
We ain't together ho, we not together
We not together baby, we ain't together baby
We not together baby, we not together baby
But if she gonna ride the dick I'm gonna let her baby
I'm gon stack up on my cheese and my cheddar baby
I don't pay for service, the shit don't matter baby
Niggas smoking just like Bob but not cheeley, baby
Check your bitch my nigga, don't check my bro
Just because he don't smell like tacos don't mean he don't got nachos
Plus he good with the wordplay just like Rocko
Ya nigga living lavish my main girl a marvel

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' baby
Ooh, I wanna tell you somethin' baby
Listen to me, I'ma tell you baby, baby
We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here
We ain't got no cards in these wallets over here
We ain't got no, baby, we ain't got not no
Baby, we ain't got no cards in these wallets over here6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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We Don’t Count Money[Hook:Hell Rell]
I said I'm always rocking the latest
Cock it back and spray it
Extort shit and you better pay it
We don't count money we weight it, boy
We don't count money we weight it
Cock it back and spray it
Your bitch said I'm the greatest
Put a hundred grand on this scale
A hundred grand for my belt
Put a hundred grand on his head
Bet a hundred grand he gon' tell, boy
We don't count money we weight it
Cock it back and spray it
Don't move it, unless I OK

[Verse 1:Lil Reese]
Three hundred deep we ain't playing
We can't count this shit, too many bands
Don't ship and move it till' we see it
You can't owe me shit, you better pay it
I'm getting fucked up for that bread
We don't take shit, we ain't playing
Extorting niggas, they gotta pay it
Money coming in, I gotta weigh it
Get out of line, shit we spraying
That get you going for them bands
And it's just us
Fuck what they saying
Can't fuck me, without fucking my mans
So bitch what's your plan
You gon' fuck, or keep playing
I'm getting kicked out, that's the plan
When we coming through, we ain't playing
Shots fired, it ain't my mans
I ain't seen shit, what you saying
Pull up in a benz
Fuck her and her friends
[Hook]

[Verse 2:Hell Rell]
I got bands all in my hair
Bands all in my pocket
That boy get out of line
Shit we might launch that rocket
My lawyer beat the case up like domestic violence, women
Threw him one hundred racks, plus paid for
He's good on college tuition
Fuck with me, you might end up missing
I got it low for them pigeons
I got, three ice crosses on my neck, but I'm no Christian
I came through topless
Damn Rell, where your roof is
Fucked her all at my old house
I'm gonna kick her out of my new crib
Don't keep bricks where I stay
No nigga, I'm not stupid
I don't love that bitch
I was never shot by cupid
They talking rows, I ain't been rocking them
Talking cars like I ain't been copping them
Been crashing them
Benjamin's is my best friend
I been stacking them
Killers on a payroll
That bitch is on the speed dial
The D.A. was mad
Should of seen her face, when I beat trial
I need a new benz
I need a new Glock
We got the city fucked up
Plus my dick is her new drug
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Walter Payton[Chorus]
Money over bitches, I gotta get this cash in (This cash in)
I'ma call a play and they gon' think we passing (We passing)
Every time I skate, I see them niggas hating (Skrrt)
They know we running lines
I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton
Why they be fakin'?
A lot of niggas say they real, but they be fakin'
I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton
They know we running lines
I call it Walter Payton

[Verse 1]
Walter Payton, why they be fakin'?
A lot of niggas say the real, but they be fakin'
But they be fakin', my niggas waiting
We out here on this block and nigga, my niggas waiting
We got no patience, these shooters anxious
I think I lost my patience
If you ain't with us, then it's fuck you, we do this for the nation
3Hunna crazy
3Hunna crazy
And I ain't talking running lines when I say, Walter Payton
Walter Payton, I'm running up, I'm banging
We out here posted up on this block, and bitch, we Lamron crazy
Lamron crazy, bitch, yeah we Lamron crazy (3Hunna)
[Chorus]
Money over bitches, I gotta get this cash in (This cash in)
I'ma call a play and they gon' think we passing (We passing)
Every time I skate, I see them niggas hating (Skrrt)
They know we running lines
I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton
Why they be fakin'?
A lot of niggas say they real, but they be fakin'
I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton
They know we running lines
I call it Walter Payton

[Verse 2]
Walter Payton, now I been thinkin'
A lot of niggas they not with the shits, so they been fakin'
Yeah, they been fakin', they ain't gon' make it
We fucked her and you wifed her, man, that shit is crazy (Slutty Boyz)
That shit is crazy, we do this shit for us, nigga ain't no hesitation
Free my niggas in them counties
Who they tryna hang, man, they tryna hang, man
It ain't no game, man, you know 3Hunna

[Chorus]
Money over bitches, I gotta get this cash in (This cash in)
I'ma call a play and they gon' think we passing (We passing)
Every time I skate, I see them niggas hating (Skrrt)
They know we running lines
I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton
Why they be fakin'?
A lot of niggas say they real, but they be fakin'
I call it Walter Payton, Walter Payton
They know we running lines
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Ready 4 Real[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Bro in the back and he loading the steel
He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
Cause I know that he tryna kill
You niggas playin', ain’t ready to die
Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
Two F&N’s, I ain’t talkin' bitches
When I say I’m ridin' with the twins
Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin' cameras
When I say I’m ridin' with the lens

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Off the lean and the drink that’s a pour-up (pour up)
.40 on a nigga when we roll up (roll up)
Can’t control us (nah)
Smokin' on the opp when we roll up (roll up)
Shit got tough I ain’t fold up (fold up)
Stackin' all this money from the floor up (floor up)
Still in the hood and I blew up (blew up)
300 with me and I roll up (roll up)
Me and Tee Grizzley won’t slow up (nah)
Too much money can’t control us (nah)
Too many young niggas rollin' (rollin')
All of these young niggas blowin' (blowin')
All of these hoes be goin' (goin')
All my guns they blowin' (blowin')
I remember I ain’t had none (none)
Young nigga I ain’t had none (none)
Tryna turn none into some (some)
Me know I’ma make some (make some)
Me know I’ma take some (take some)
Me know I’ma shake some (shake some)
Get caught don’t say none (none)
Most of them gon say some
Chill ‘fore lil bro fade some
I caught the chills when he shot the mac
Shit gon happen then it’s that (then it’s that)
Knew I’m gon ride for my set (you know it)
Smokin' on loud that’s a fact (dope)
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Niggas only thugs on the net (on the what)
Before I got verified, I had a check
A-R pistol make a mess of your flesh
2,000 pills, turn around with them racks (them racks)
I’m strapped, he strapped too (strapped too)
Blow strapped, Reese strapped too (glizzy's)
Manny strapped cause niggas fu (boy)
Don’t let IG get you blew (bitch)
Watch me go in for the kill (for the kill)
Go anywhere cause I’m trill (I'm trill)
Ice hit in the dark cause it’s real (it's ice)
Watch who you shoot they’ll tell (what)
Don’t give a fuck about 12 (naw)
Got niggas locked up in cells (free the real)
So don’t think that you safe in jail
Don’t say free bruh if you ain’t send no mail (bitch)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Bro in the back and he loading the steel
He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
Cause I know that he tryna kill
You niggas playin', ain’t ready to die
Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin' bitches
When I say I’m ridin' with the twins
Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin' cameras
When I say I’m ridin' with the lensEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Day 1[Intro]
Three Zero Zero
Day 1 Shit Nigga

[Hook]
Day 1 shit nigga who you with?
Same niggas how could I switch?
Same niggas in the same clique
Throwing up signs gang banging and shit
Day 1 shit nigga who you with?
Same niggas how can I switch?
Day 1 shit this the same clique
I'm still wit the same niggas how could I switch?

[Verse 1]
Day 1 Shit niggas who you with? (300)
Three Zero Zero nigga thats the same clique
Day 1 Shit nigga who you with?
We getting money we ain't with that shit
False Flagging I ain't wit that shit
Getting money I'm all into it
These niggas bitches man they feminine
My niggas killas man they killing shit
Had to switch up my lane now Im flying now Im zooming and shit Had to switch up my lane now Im flying now Im zooming and shit
I just popped this flat I swear Ion need real shit
Just poor up the lean wit the xan Ion need real shit
[Hook]
Day 1 shit nigga who you with?
Same niggas how could I switch?
Same niggas in the same clique
Throwing up signs gang banging and shit
Day 1 shit nigga who you with?
Same niggas how can I switch?
Day 1 shit this the same clique
I'm still wit the same niggas how could I switch?

[Verse 2]
Throwing up the signs like nigga what you wit?
Three Zero Zero man I swear we do this shit (gang)
I swear my niggas grimy we ain't new to this
I swear these niggas bitches they don't do this shit
And how we pull up on the scene is ludicrous
Tryna talk my ears off like he shooting shit
Day 1 shit thats the code I cannot switch
Day 1 shit them my niggas I cannot switch
Day 1 shit we get down we all for the shit
Day 1 shit we be on it we all for that shit
While niggas talkin these niggas plotting so I
Sit back and shit
While niggas talking these niggas plotting so I got my shit

[Hook]
Day 1 shit nigga who you with?
Same niggas how could I switch?
Same niggas in the same clique
Throwing up signs gang banging and shit
Day 1 shit nigga who you with?
Same niggas how can I switch?
Day 1 shit this the same clique
I'm still wit the same niggas how could I switch?
[Outro]
I'm out here man...
R.I.P. to my fallen soldiers man...
Free The Guys...
Gang Banging and shit...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Come Outside[Hook]
Better not ca-
Better not
Better not
Better not catch that boy outside
(Better not catch that boy outside)
That boy scared don´t come outside
(That boy scared don´t come outside)
They throw rocks then go hide
(They throw rocks then go hide)
That ain´t how we rock up on my side
(That ain´t how we rock up on my side)
It´s gon´ be a homicide
(It´s gon´ be a homicide)
Ain´t gotta make one call they all gon´ride
(Ain't gotta make one call)
Better not let a nigga take yo shine
High off the perc, I´m floating (Smoke, smoke)
Smokin that tooka, I´m chokin
You better not think we ain´t totin (We ain´t totin)

[Verse 1]
Lost my top, I lost my mind, none of these hoes ain't mine (Ain´t mine)
Fucked that bitch then kicked her out
Yeah she knows what time
Why a fuck niggas try to get in my way
I got back every time (Every time)
Feds came and tried to kick in my door
Somebody ratted now
Bitch must think she tricking me
Hoe no ain't no tricking me
No sugar daddy, no trick or treat
Fuck you thought you was tricking me
Light a nigga ass up, christmas tree
A lot of these niggas ain't been in the streets
We been in these streets
Been totin heat, you know me
Know how I be, it ain't sweet
12 on my ass they harassing me
12 get behind me can't last with me
In something fast can't catch me
Pass to the bro we flexin
Fuck nigga know it get reckless
Bitch I don't rock Giuseppe's
And I can't rock no tight jeans
Cause I can't tuck my weapon
[Hook]
Better not
Better not catch that boy outside
(Better not catch that boy outside)
That boy scared don´t come outside
(That boy scared don´t come outside)
They throw rocks then go hide
(They throw rocks then go hide)
That ain´t how we rock up on my side
(That ain´t how we rock up on my side)
It´s gon´ be a homicide
(It´s gon´ be a homicide)
Ain´t gotta make one call they all gon´ride
(Ain't gotta make one call)
Better not let a nigga take yo shine
High off the perc, I´m floating (Smoke, smoke)
Smokin that tooka, I´m chokin
You better not think we ain´t totin (We ain´t totin)

[Bridge]
Money in the hood nigga everywhere, it's floating, so I gotta get focused
All my niggas I ride with, they'll smoke you, they'll poke you
Dumb lil bitch lied talkin about she a virgin, when I hit it, it was open
MIA riding back to back, any nigga run up again, they gettin murked

[Verse 2]
I'ma hit a fucknigga really where it hurt
Big ass gun, when I shoot it don't jerk
If I don't come in first, then this shit ain't gon' work
These niggas actin like that, they ain't even go to work
Lost my niggas to this shit, lil nigga it hurt
I remember being on the block trying to get the mikes first
Just fucked a bitch I dip
Shit fucked up but I don't trip
Cause it could be worse
It's too much fake love in this shit
I done lost too much blood in this shit
Police chase me, I ain't throwing my shit
Nigga on the internet talking that shit
Nigga know he ain't really about that shit
Tell that bitch I just wanna hit
I ain't wifing no bitch
Tryna hit me a lick
Better not be a vick
[Hook]
Better not
Better not catch that boy outside
(Better not catch that boy outside)
That boy scared don´t come outside
(That boy scared don´t come outside)
They throw rocks then go hide
(They throw rocks then go hide)
That ain´t how we rock up on my side
(That ain´t how we rock up on my side)
It´s gon´ be a homicide
It´s gon´ be a homicide
Ain´t gotta make one call they all gon´ride
(Ain't gotta make one call)
Better not let a nigga take yo shine
High off the perc, I´m floating (Smoke, smoke)
Smokin that tooka, I´m chokin
You better not think we ain´t totin (We ain´t totin)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Grindin’Bitch we grinding
Want it?
Come and take it from us nigga

[Hook: Lil Reese & Lil Herb]

Young niggas grinding
Killers stay behind me
Shit, ain't hard to find us, cause we always shining
Look at all these diamonds
Forgiato riding
Horny model smashing
Semi-auto sidekick
But we just out here grinding, grinding, grinding
We be out here grinding, grinding, grinding
Scared money not making money; you know we got it
Got that shit, then come take it from us
See we grinding

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]

Take a look up in my circle, new niggas can't find it
Pull up on your bitch so fast, just watch how fast she climb in
Whenever I'm out in traffic, that .30 be my sidekick
If we catch an opp in traffic, we gon' let him have it
Young living savage, all my niggas savage
Take a nigga down for whatever, just to have it
And I heard he got it
I be in the hood a lot
I ain't hard to find, bitch
I be on my grind, bitch
I be on my grind, bitch
I be toting 9 shit, Extendo with the rubber grip
That is hard to find, bitch
Extendo with the 30 clips, you can not just find it (Naw)
Turn up on a fuck nigga, call it perfect timing
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Herb].

You can see me grinding
Or in the GT smashing (Errk)
Me and Reesy spazzing
A million, easy access
Smoking weed relaxing (*Inhales*)
What you mean we taxing? (Taxing?)
Double G designer (What?), Louis V pajamas (What?)
Tempurpedic mattress, the nina sleep beside it
Don't need a bitch, I'm savage (Naw)
Think all these bitches average (Yup)
I'm busy stacking cabbage
You know what that mean
Got a lot of green
50 hundreds in my Robin's jeans
I'm a Prada fiend (Damn)
Pull up on them and I start the scene (What?)
Bitches see me, they just start to scream
No it's not a dream
Wanna suck and fuck me, gotta knock the team (Yup)
Get a night of fame (Yup)
Later shorty, I forgot her name
Now I'm posted trying to knock a block of 'caine (I got it)
If you run up on me, then I'm popping things (Bow!)
It is not a game (Bow!), now you mopping brains (Bow!)
[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Rob Who[Chorus: La Roux]
I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
I'm hoping you'll understand
And I let go of my hand

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Rob who? I'll clap you up, boy that's an easy kill
Eighteen, but I'll transform him like a pill
I'm goin' hard, stomachache, bitch I need a meal
Think I'm playin'? The whole Lam' gotta eat forreal
We get it poppin', you'd be surprised who up in the field
300 tryna catch a body, call it Holyfield
The dour got me super focused, boy this shit ill
I'm drinkin' Remy, no chaser, 'til I fuckin' spill
I can't trust a soul, they ain't who they say they is
Niggas is bitches, they'll snitch you to a hundred years
A small circle, no new niggas, I ain't switchin' gears
A body gettin' dropped every day, this shit real
A lotta niggas say they real, they ain't really real
A lotta bitches say they bad, they ain't really bad
Niggas talkin' 'bout they cash, like what they had
Niggas say they got that bag, man they wish they had (that bag!)

[Chorus: La Roux]
I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
I'm hoping you'll understand
And I let go of my hand
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Rob who? I'll clap you up, now that's an easy kill
Only The Family in my eyes, and nigga it's a drill
Fire a slug, got him sizzlin' like he Emmett Till
Niggas claim they in the streets, I'm out here for real
Can't trust too many bitches, they be low-key and sneaky
Pillow talkin' to niggas, turned to be opposition
Now he woofin' to bitches, why you woofin' these bitches?
Now he sleepin' with fishes, two cups fucked up my vision
Ay Lil Moe, bro I miss you, after that I kept distance
Nobody tell me shit, you know that I won't listen
If I start, I'mma finish, to them I am a menace
I got the 40 in his mouth like I'm a dentist

[Chorus: La Roux]
I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
I'm hoping you'll understand
And I let go of my handEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Supa Savage[Lil Reese]

Squad!
Supa savage
Supa savage all us supa savage
Foe'nem Supa Savage
The mixtape supa savage
Supa savage all us supa savage
Supa savage all us supa savage
Supa savage plus the mixtape supa savage
Supa savage my whole squad supa savage
Supa savage my whole squad supa savage
We got them 30's and them 40's a let you have it (Man Down!)
Supa Savage my whole squad supa savage
We keep them ratchets just in case the shit get tragic
It get tragic just know we had our ratchet
On that money watch me spreadin it know I got it
On that money watch me spread it know I got it
Rob me fuck nigga I got it
He thought I was sweet nigga I ain't a stain
I keep the banger on me nigga I ain't no lame
I fuck with Oblock nigga and that is the gang
I fuck with 300 and bitch we is the gang1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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That’s What’s Up[Hook]
Pull off in a foreign, that's what's up
All these hoes going, nigga that's what's up
I got my own weed nigga, that's what's up
Don't need to hit your shit nigga, that's what's up
All my niggas with me, nigga that's what's up
Don't fuck with fuck niggas, nigga that's what's up
I'm a real nigga, that's what's up
Ain't fucking with no squares nigga, that's what's up.

[Verse]
Ain't fucking with no squares nigga and that's what's up
The police at the nose, say put your hands up
Me know I'm me, I'm dirty as fuck so I hit the cut
Ain't try to see the county or that other stuff
Free my niggas in the county for that other stuff
Me I know me, I try to make the money jump
He playing games, we fuck around, put him in the trunk
We got F and N's, we got mac 10s, how you want it boy
Only fucking with the  gang nigga, that's what's up
We ain't fucking with no lames nigga and that's what's up
On the block everyday nigga, that's what's up
Your foreign car ride pass it get fed up

[Hook]
Pull off in a foreign, that's what's up
All these hoes going, that's what's up
I got my own weed nigga, that's what's up
Don't need to hit your shit nigga, that's what's up
All my niggas with me, nigga that's what's up
I'm a real nigga, that's what's up
Ain't fucking with no squares nigga, that's what's up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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GetBackMood, Pt. 2[Intro]
Get you together
'Gether
Gon' get you together

[Verse]
I get on your ass, who the fuck gon' stop me? (Who gon' stop me?)
Bitch, my pockets fat, yeah they extra stocky (Extra stocky)
All these bitches on me, yeah they steady watchin' (Steady watchin')
All these niggas in here, yeah they steady watchin' (Steady watchin')
But we keep Glocks, we ain't worried, we ain't stoppin' (Nah)
But we keep Glocks, we ain't worried, they keep watchin' (Watchin')
He said he gon' try me, what's the hold up, then what's stoppin' him? (What's stoppin' 'em?)
These niggas be police, I don't trust these niggas for nothin' (For nothin')
All of a sudden, now these niggas talkin' bout "We cousins" (We cousins)
I fucked that bitch, I left her sittin' out on her cousin (Her cousin)
I fucked that bitch, I almost forgot to put on a rubber (A rubber)
I don't fuck with you, I don't fuck with your kind, you ain't on nothin' (Nothin')
I fuck with niggas who just like me in the streets, they thuggin' (They thuggin')
Tried to give him a little soft, put him on his feet, but he don't know how to hustle (Hustle)
He ain't got no hustle, tell they ass get you, they rush you (Rush you)
Big four-five gon' touch you (Touch you)
I heard they ass talk, and I'ma hush 'em (Hush)
Pressure, everyday it's pressure (Pressure)
Get on your ass, ain't no let up (Let up)
Put your ass on that schedule (Schedule)
We gon' get you together (Together)
Catch him, stretch him (Stretch him), in any weather (Weather)
Talkin' bout Glocks (Glocks), lil' nigga we got several (Several)
Since she brought her friend (Friend), I'ma try to fuck them together (Together)
Groups of hoes, I done hit 'bout several (Several)
Fuck that club, they ain't let me bring the metal (Metal)
He actin' crazy, like we ain't gon' get his ass together (Together)
These police ass niggas'll have you goin' federal (Federal)
The niggas you grew up with, tellin' on each other (Other)
Where you from? Throw it up, show 'em how you comin'
Where we from, we get Get Back, it ain't nothin'
[Outro]
We gon' get you together
We gon' get you together
We gon' get you together (We gon' get you)
We gon' get you together
I just been on some gang shit lately
Matter fact, I just been on some-
On some Lamron shit, on some Normal backwards shit
I been on some, I just been on some Normal backwards shit
We gon' get you, we gon' get you, we gon' get you togetherEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Come Around[Hook]
Came up and still come around
Now they say you don't come around
Same niggas you grew up with
Come around, can't trust shit
Too many niggas be shystie
Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me
Same niggas you bust at
Same niggas I bust at
Imma line 'em up, let's see
Imma cut you in, that's me
Catch a case, we ain't coppin no plea
We gon' fight it all the way till it's beat
I don't know about you, know about me
Can't go that way, no it ain't me
Shit in the streets, broski, keep it in the streets

[Verse 1]
Came up, I still come around
A lot of niggas don't come around
When I ain't around, they still talkin' down
Leave that shit up to the clowns
If he ain't around, I ain't talkin' down
Heard he ain't even been in the town
(Heard he ain't even been in the town)
Next subject, I gotta get it now
Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me
Lil bad bitch spend a night with me
But she can only get one night with me
That fu shit, miss me
Fuck nigga keep your distance
I don't wanna know who snitch
(I don't wanna know who snitch)
[Hook]
Came up and still come around
Now they say you don't come around
Same niggas you grew up with
Come around, can't trust shit
Too many niggas be shystie
Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me
Same niggas you bust at
Same niggas I bust at
Imma line 'em up, let's see
Imma cut you in, that's me
Catch a case, we ain't coppin no plea
We gon' fight all the way till it's beat
I don't know about you, know about me
Can't go that way, no it ain't me
Shit in the streets, broski, keep it in the streets

[Verse 2]
If the shit in the streets, I'ma keep it in the streets
No I ain't gon' tweet
Nigga I'ma be me
Ain't puttin on a show, this shit ain't free
The older, the wiser
I rather just surprise 'em
Ain’t boostin, I'm braggin
Got a stain on a couple P's
If you want war ain't no peace
Fuck nigga don't want beef
I'm out here, no hide and seek
[Hook]
Came up, still come around
Now they say you don't come around
Same niggas you grew up with
Come around, can't trust shit
Too many niggas be shystie
Cut 'em off, it ain't right with me
Same niggas you bust at
Same niggas I bust at
Imma line 'em up, let's see
Imma cut you in, that's me
Catch a case, we ain't coppin no plea
We gon' fight it all the way till it's beat
I don't know about you, know about me
Can't go that way, no it ain't me
Shit in the streets, broski, keep it in the streetsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Gotta Be[Intro]
Aye miss me with that goofy shit, man
Straight up

[Chorus: Lil Reese]
Gotta be real for yourself
I can't switch, I don't know nothin' else
Yeah, you can catch me by myself
Oh, that's the main reason why I'm by myself
Yeah, that's what's goin' on, nothin' else
Tell you you changed but they changed they self
No I don't need no change, money change itself
But you got to watch 'em, cause fu niggas change they self

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Yeah, you got to watch 'em cause fu niggas change they self
Sneak dissin', man, that shit bad for your health
Run around with the same niggas, like it ain't nothin' else
To do, hit licks and capers too
Bust a move by myself, I got the tool
Put my back against the wall, I'ma shoot
It don't take much I'ma get through
But the fake I can see right through
Trick me, nah she gon' trick you
Bitch gon' do what a bitch do
Tried to work down but she got loose
Now she don't even know what to do
But a nigga like me, I do
All hundreds in my roll, they blue
Fifty-five, I'ma take care of the crew
Nah, nigga, I ain't nothin' like you
Nah, nigga, I ain't nothin' like you
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
Gotta be real for yourself
I can't switch, I don't know nothin' else
Yeah, you can catch me by myself
Oh, that's the main reason why I'm by myself
Yeah, that's what's goin' on, nothin' else
Tell you you changed but they changed they self
No I don't need no change, money change itself
But you got to watch 'em, cause fu niggas change they self

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Sneak diss the gang, boy, your ass gon' need some help
Call on niggas, nah I don't need no help
But I'm with my niggas
And everybody got an extended
Niggas act like they with it
But niggas ain't really-really with it
Can't come through the hood or flip it
Can't come to the hood, can't kick it
Can't come through when we ain't tryin' to kick it
Got a check then that you mean got a ticket
And I hate when I got to go visit
See folks locked down, penitentiary
Shit there will fuck a nigga up mentally
But stay strong, young nigga, stay with it
And free the gang locked down in penitentiary
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
Gotta be real for yourself
I can't switch, I don't know nothin' else
Yeah, you can catch me by myself
Oh, that's the main reason why I'm by myself
Yeah, that's what's goin' on, nothin' else
Tell you you changed but they changed they self
No I don't need no change, money change itself
But you got to watch 'em, cause fu niggas change they selfEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Waddam[Hook:Fredo Santana]
I'm smoking on the gas, so stinky like waddam
My neck and my wrist all froze like waddam
Pockets all swollen, they looking like waddam
Pull up to the scene, all the bitches like waddam
Waddam, waddam, waddam, waddam
Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam
Waddam, waddam

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Pull up on the scene, all the bitches like waddam
You that nigga from the lam, you get down
I heard about your service, don't fuck with clowns
And if a nigga think us, we get blam
Them 300 boys don't fuck around
We be on up that block, we chop you down
Serve them fiends anything now
Anything go for cheap now
It's a drought but it ain't sweet now
Don't try to play us, you get manned down

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Out of town trips, got me feeling like the man
Ten bands in my pants just cause I can
No feeding these bitches money, man, I just give 'em grams
Just robbed my plug for a brick and spent it on a chain
Got niggas talkin' drugs but they ain't sold a thing
I still keep it on me, man, it ain't shit changed
These bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be saved
These bitches ain't shit, they just wanna be saved
In the trap, servin' junkies, steady countin' hundreds
I break the work down then I give it to my cousin
First of the month, man, you know my trap jumping
If you ain't got no work, man, you better sell something
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Change Up[Hook: Lil Durk]
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up)
Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Came up, I seen niggas change up
Niggas out here in the field snitchin', giving names up
And that block I come from I swear we wouldn't change nothin'
Just young hot heads who don't really give a fuck
If it ain't about money, then it ain't no nothin'
Just rolled another L, I'm bout to face another block
And my take don't take L's, I bet we give them out or something
And I'm having flashbacks it's like I've seen this shit coming
I done seen a lot of niggas change, I swear it ain't nothin'
Young niggas run around and they don't want no money
They gon' shoot anyway, get snatched don't know nothin'
Feds grabbin' niggas, watch they ass tell somethin'
L's

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up)
Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Let's get it
I done came up and niggas on the same stuff
Had to switch my circle up 'cuz that shit was dangerous
I say "change up", these niggas really change up
Playin' games with the gang, quickest way to get flamed up
I say flame up, like that shit be flame up
And I wouldn't change up, they can't change us
And all my niggas scrap, armed and dangerous
In the field we play for keeps and that shit that dangerous
See the police on speak, couple places got a beep
All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride for me
All my niggas in the streets and all my niggas ride with me
L's

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas change up
I done seen a lotta niggas changed up
Changed up, changed up (Niggas changed up)
Changed up, changed up (These niggas changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas change up (Changed up)
I done seen a lotta niggas changed upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Again[Chorus: Lil Reese]
What you do this for? In it to win
I lose that shit, get it back again
Rewind that shit, I'll do it again
Two Glocks, them bitches look like twins
I'll pull up, poppin' that two at your mans
Flip by once, flip by twice again
Flip by once, flip by twice again
Flip by once, flip by twice again

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
It ain't nothin' nice, flip by once, flip by twice
You get spiced like cookin' rice
Might fuck the bitch, if the bitch my type
If the bitch is my type, then she get one night
Posted on my block and I got my pipe
Ounce after ounce got me high all night
Foe'nem off the flat got me high like a height
And if pockets flat then I gotta get it right
I know this shit ain't right
You'll get left, on the step
I don't need no help
Yeah fuck nigga I'll run up on him by myself
When it was hard times
Who the fuck I have? Myself
Fake niggas gonna sneak diss, you can keep that there
Me switchin' up on my mans? Boy, that shit's so rare
A lot of niggas say they real, but them niggas ain't real
A lot of niggas say they real, but them niggas ain't real
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
What you do this for? In it to win
I lose that shit, get it back again
Rewind that shit, I'll do it again
Two Glocks, them bitches look like twins
I'll pull up, poppin' that two at your mans
Flip by once, flip by twice again
Flip by once, flip by twice again
Flip by once, flip by twice again

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
You are no street
You don't know nothin' 'bout beef
Go 'head give me a 40
I got it all on my teeth, nigga
To see the gang, you need to see me, nigga
Like a CC, weed in the reef, nigga
I eat, sleep, shit with my gat
Feelin' like Memphis Bleek, nigga
Countin' Euros, rollin' with some killas
Rollin' up some pack, I know that you smell us
When we roll up on ya, don't look unfamiliar
'Cause we got one choppa and 'bout 20 pistols
And we 10 cars deep, finna be in yo street
Off like 4 pints, then I fell asleep
Piano with my choppa, play a melody
I'm done bein' good, so many felonies
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
What you do this for? In it to win
I lose that shit, get it back again
Rewind that shit, I'll do it again
Two Glocks, them bitches look like twins
I'll pull up, poppin' that two at your mans
Flip by once, flip by twice again
Flip by once, flip by twice again
Flip by once, flip by twice againEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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HereCashMoneyAP
Where you see me at?
Where you see me at?
Bitch lyin' talkin' bout she seen me
Bitch ain't see me
She talkin' bout she seen me posted up

[Verse 1]
Everyday yeah it be like that (like that)
Everyday rolling weed back to back (back to back)
Posted up where you see me at (where you see me at)
I like money yeah I don't like check (like check)
I like the bitch but I really like her neck (like her neck)
I like the mac but I really like the tec (like the tec)
Free smoke we'll give you all that (all that)
Free folks he just called me collect (free the guys)
In the hood you don't get no respect (no respect)
Come through yeah I'm good on my set (on my set)
Shooting dice yeah a thousand I hit (yeah I hit)
In the shit I'll never ever quit (I quit)
What I seen you'll never be with (be with)
What I did you'll never be with (be with)
Police grabbing make a nigga think quick (think quick)
Quick sand make a nigga sink quick (sink quick)
But I'll never ever ever be a trick (nah)
20 year plus nigga they tricks (they tricks)
Make a nigga switch his circle up quick (quick)
Old racks old money don't exist (don't exist)
(Phone Rings)
[?1:05} on the phone who is this?
This Reese how you get my line n shit?
Heard y'all was running round with them sticks?
Heard that nah I ain't hear shit (nope)
Somebody told you the wrong shit (wrong shit)
Somebody told you a false tip (false tip)
Run your mouth you could get a loose lip (loose lip)
Pants sagging with the .30 in my clip (in my clip)
Got a nigga walking round with a limp (with a limp)
I take a trip baby I'll never trip (never trip)
Sip lean baby muddy cup sip (cup sip)
Walk around with the .40 on my hip (.40 on my hip)
In case I gotta leave a fuck nigga stiff
[Hook]
Get money we've been getting shit here (here)
Getting it in we gone get the shit here (here)
Make a trip we gone get the shit here (here)
Get it back we gone get the shit here (here)
Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here)
Take a trip we gone get the shit here (here)
Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here)
Make it back we gone get the shit here (here)
Make it back we gone get the shit here (here)
On the block we gone bring the shit here (here)
In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here)
In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here)

[Verse 2]
In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here)
Young nigga know not to come here (here)
In my hood don't stop over here (here)
We gone chase yo ass right up out of here (here)
In the club got the killas in the rear (rear)
Shoot the 3 I'ma sneak it up in here
I know Reese nem never been there
Young niggas, my niggas they here (here)
You niggas, broke niggas still sipping beer (beer)
Nah we don't do that shit up over here (here)
Take notes just chill over there
We ain't with the switching sides over here
My niggas better ride over here (here)
We ain't letting shit slide over here (here)
I don't give a fuck it could be some years (years)
Better play your role round here (round here)
Dumb hoe you know how it go round here
Fuck yo bitch on the low around here
Still gotta keep me a pole around here
Getting money we've been getting shit here
In the hood we gone bring the shit here
Tell them fuck niggas don't come near
Tell them fuck niggas don't come near
[Hook}
Get money we've been getting shit here (here)
Getting it in we gone get the shit here (here)
Make a trip we gone get the shit here (here)
Get it back we gone get the shit here (here)
Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here)
Take a trip we gone get the shit here (here)
Bring it back we gone get the shit here (here)
Make it back we gone get the shit here (here)
Make it back we gone get the shit here (here)
On the block we gone bring the shit here (here)
In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here)
In the hood we gone bring the shit here (here)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tell Em Nothin[Intro]
Ay man, all these niggas that's riding
I can't tell them nothin
I can't tell them nothin

[Chorus]
Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin'
My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin'
300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin'
And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin'
Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah)
No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no)
So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin'
And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin'

[Verse 1]
Lil bitch I'm on that money, on the money hunt
And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin'
300 they gon' silde, we gone pull right up (skrt skrt)
And when it's time to ride, you can tell us nothin'
And he don't be outside, man he be put up
Call my phone, I'ma ride, I'ma pull right up
And when it's time to ride, you gon' see all of us
He rapping like he street but I don't know what's up
I buy a pound for myself just to smoke it up
Just got the fun of this money finna fuck it up
We keep .30's in the cut, boy we'll fuck you up
And these niggas be so tough, by theyself ain't on none
[Chorus]
Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin'
My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin'
300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin'
And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin'
Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah)
No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no)
So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin'
And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin'

[Verse 2]
Outside, I'm not inside so you know what's up
He actin' like he with me, I don't know what's up
Niggas be so fishy, I don't know what's up
Too many niggas fishy, yeah I know what's up
And you can never bring me down cause I ain't down with y'all
Don't let nobody bring you down cause they ain't down with you
And I'm a hound for that bread, watch me get it up
And I ain't with that actin' or pretedin' stuff
Come holla at the gang if you fuck with us
I slide up on a nigga with my semi tuck
Don't look suspicious, don't make a move, I might just bust

[Chorus]
Too many niggas ridin', I can tell them nothin'
My lil Bro'nem gon' slide, I can tell you nothin'
300 they gon' ride, you can tell them nothin'
And if you ain't slidin', I ain't gone tell you nothin'
Ain't gon' tell you nothin' (nah)
No, I ain't gon' tell you nothin' (no)
So many niggas slidin', you can tell them nothin'
And when it's time to ride, you can tell me nothin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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BBQ[Intro]
Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt,  skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt,  skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt)
Beat  was for Tadoe
He  ain't do it, though
Guess who got it now
Ayy,  ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Whatcha talking 'bout, Willis?
I can't wear my white Amiris, I got cheese on my fingers (Ayy)
Smoking  dopey-dope dope
Done, done, done is weed man, but I be with my villains (Bloods)
Skrrt-skrrt, I'm peelin'
Finna pull up, mark the spot, this ain't no fuckin' R Chronic (Bang)
Okay, since we cookin' beef
Okay, since we cookin' beef, I'ma need a large skillet (Ayy)
If he a dog, then we China
Thirty five shots, that's Cinco de Mayo, ayy
Named both guns, David and Goliath, ayy
Who tryna get high? My old head fire, ayy
You ever seen a XO spit out fire?
Told her hold on, exhausted, bitch, I'm tired, ayy
She gave me a gram, told me J.R. Rider, ayy
I beat 99 and they all light up
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Turn his brain to some barbecue
She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you
And he live with his mama but he telling you
That his pockets is filled and his garage is too
Who is these niggas? I don't know you
Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it
Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too
Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, "Oh, let's do it"

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
I pull up with them young foolies aiming at you
Too many niggas riding, they knowin' what it do
Just blew fifty thousand, made it back times two
I put them shooters on your ass, you ain't knowin' who (Nah)
That GetBack have 'em blue (Blue)
Niggas better pick a side, niggas better choose
My side, we don't lose (Lose)
My side pack them tools (Tools)
If he with the opps, then he a opp, we gon' show him what it do
Fuck around turn his brains to some barbecue
I'm like hold on bro, stand down, let me get him, let me shoot
Sosa got GetBackGang with him, too
All my niggas they gang, it ain't no fufu
Niggas killin' hoes, that's so fu
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
Turn his brain to some barbecue
She asked me what I like, baby, I pick you
And he live with his mama but he telling you
That his pockets is filled and his garage is too
Who is these niggas? I don't know you
Donald Trump building a wall, go run into it
Rollie on my hand and a gun is, too
Bitch, I feel like Waka Flocka, "Oh, let's do it"EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Day After Day[Intro]
Day after day
Gotta make a way
Day after day
Gotta make a way
Night after night
I've gotta get right
Day after day
I gotta make a play
If something ain't right
I got to get right
I got to get right
I got to get right

[Chorus]
Day after day
That's night after night
Every thing I think about
I got to get it right
Day after day
Play after play
Everyday I do this shit
I've got to get right
Day after day
That's night after night
Day after day
That's night after night
Night, that's night after night
Night, that's night after night
[Verse 1]
Night after night, I've got to get right
Just like Nike I just do it I've got to get right (right)
These nigga's lame (lame)
They steady sneak dissin', but I don't hear 'em
All these fucking shooters with me, they all shoot through 'em
Now we can see 'em, no we don't see 'em
Cause they above us
They pillow talking, man it ain't nothing
Fuck niggas they talking, I know they're bluffing
Well what's the talk about there ain't nothing to talk about
Got a gang of shooters with me that'll chop you out
Boss up or get bossed around (haha)
Little fuck nigga you ain't really down
Play after play, night after night
I got a stain, light it up right
These niggas fu, I'm doing they right

[Chorus]
Day after day
That's night after night
Every thing I think about
I got to get it right
Day after day
Play after play
Everyday I do this shit
I've got to get right
Day after day
That's night after night
Day after day
That's night after night
Night, that's night after night
Night, that's night after night

[Verse 2]
You know how we play
Coolin' where it ain't safe
Got choppas in the safe
Don't come in this place
Over here it ain't safe
Don't come this way
Over here they don't play
Got shawties gon' spray
Grown mens gon' spray
So you know they don't play
I need that bag, fuck a vacation
Drive you up any way, shawn
It ain't hard to replace you
Bad bitch she replaced you
Get money, now they hate you
Come up you can come down
Free the guys who don't make a sound
Pull his grammy and he gon' make a sound
Free the guys who been around
For a long long long time
For a long long long time

[Chorus]
Day after day
That's night after night
Every thing I think about
I got to get it right
Day after day
Play after play
Everyday I do this shit
I've got to get right
Day after day
That's night after night
Day after day
That's night after night
Night, that's night after night
Night, that's night after nightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Stop That[Intro]
I tell that bitch go crazy
Gang Gang
Nah for real though, GetBackGang
Real GetBackGang shit
Who into with us?
Who want smoke?
Too much talkin', you ain't really street (nah)
Too much talkin', you ain't really street
You ain't really street (nah) (nope)
You ain't really street

[Verse]
Too much talkin', you ain't really street
Growin' up, ain't a nigga that I wanna be
I don't fuck with niggas, and that's just me
Circle small, you can't get with me
Keep a few thorough niggas with me
Most niggas gon fake it to the tee
Play games, get put up on a t'
I don't want a goofy ridin' with me
Keep your distance, don't ask 'bout me
Bein' real, that shit so simple
It ain't hard, that's what you wanna be
I'm me, I don't give a fuck what you think
So high, I can't even think
4:40 AM, I'm blowin' out the P
Can't touch what you really can't see
If I ain't been with you, nigga you don't know me
Stop tellin' people "yeah" you know me
You an old ass header in the streets
Keep it real, man that's how it's gon be
Need a break, gotta get to the cake
Circle small, man I can't even play
I done seen it in a lot of niggas face
You ain't made for it, boy yo ass gon break
It remind me of First 48
Momma been warned me 'bout the fake
I was just hardheaded everyday
Sat back, thinkin' "we gon be straight"
Just gotta stay away from the fake
In the club, I done snuck in snub
Let a goofy try to act like a thug
Lot of goofies tryna to act like thugs
All that hatin' nigga, ain't no love
Had to fall back from a lot whole of stuff
Catch him by himself, he ain't so tough
Now you on the internet actin' tough
I ain't gotta pay a nigga, they gon ride for none (for free)
They love they get from me, nigga, that's some
Keep it real with my day ones and stuff
A nigga say he don't fuck with me? That's some
But to me it ain't none
I done seen niggas switch up for that cheddar
Every day we together
[Chorus]
Fake love ain't gon get you nowhere (nah)
Stop that (stop that)
Fake love ain't gon get you nowhere (nah)
Stop that (stop that)
All that hatin' ain't gon get you nowhere
Stop that (stop that)
Pussy nigga actin' like they on some (on some)
Stop that (stop that)
Pussy nigga flexin' for these hoes (for these bitches)
Stop that (stop that)
I'm gettin' money nigga, every day (every day)
Stop that (stop that)
Stop that (stop that)
Stop that
Stop thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Bonecrusher[Intro: Chief Keef]
(Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, chu
Ayy, hahah, chu, ayy, chu
Sos' baby, Gbe Baby, (Turbo on the track), Catch up

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm totin' a big ass, bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him, go through yo leather
Like click-clack we're on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga
Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Don't make me bring my dogs out the cut with them sticks
I might just pop out the cut with ya bitch
I'm up in the club in the cut with the shits
Rolling whole pounds and I'm pouring whole bricks
I can't talk to you pussy boy you's a narc
Think that you a sharp, hit your ass with a dart
Hop up in this foreign, hit your ass with the car
Thinking that you cold, put this heat to your heart
I got King Kong in my blunt
I got Donkey Kong in the trunk
I got Ceaser in my backpack
Up this bitch and go grat-grat
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm totin' a big ass, bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him, go through yo leather
Like click-clack we're on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga
Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
300 them my dogs, GBE bitch that's the clique
Hop out with that choppa, bitch you swear I'm with the shits
Niggas flexing, man they ain't on some shit
Ask that nigga, man I been fucked his bitch
If you knew better, you would do better cause' it ain't shit
Niggas tweakin', man we hit 'em in they shit
Word around town he run his mouth just like a bitch
(What he is then?) I guess that nigga is a bitch
Bet not compare me to him man nigga ain't on shit
Same nigga, I been with the shit
I can't switch up I know what I'm in for with the shit
Excuse all my niggas cause all they love is shooting shit

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I'm totin' a big ass, bone crusher
Excuse him, he don't know better
Now watch him, go through yo leather
Like click-clack we're on your schedule
If you knew better, you would do better
I'm getting money now, I used to shoot niggas
Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga
Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose nigga
[Outro]
Bone crusher
He don't know better
Go through yo leather
If you knew better
I'm getting money know
Who that in the cut? It's the crew nigga
Them my dogs boy don't make me let 'em loose niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get Back[Chorus]
Niggas plottin', niggas snakes, so I keep it with me
And all my niggas on go, fuck who ain't with me
And we gon' let the world know, it ain't a fuckin' secret
We gon' get some get back
Ain't stoppin' til you hear that click-clack
Man down on your fuckin' set
Got to get my money up, I'ma get that
And I really for all that chit-chat
Ain't stoppin' til we get it, that's some get back
Ain't stoppin' til I get me a big sack
Hatin' shit, no I ain't really with that
But I can see it in your face that you with that
Switched up on your mans, I ain't with that
I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that
Yeah, I'm with that
I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that
I'ma stick the plan, yeah I'm with that


[Verse]
I'ma stick to the plan
Got to be smarter than the next man, I'm just sayin'
Tryna run my M's up, fuck some bands
And I ain't out if I ain't really got a plan
Ridin' round, I'm gettin' high, I'm just sayin'
Ridin' with the same niggas since the sand
And we'll put you in a box if you playin'
Wanna box, we can fight like a man
Put the guns down and fight like a man
I was burned you won't see this shit again
I got a lot of niggas cooked in the can
I caught a case, I'm like "never again"
They won't catch me like that, I'm just sayin'
And I can still go back on my land
[?] you go back on your land
I don't give a fuck the nigga ain't my mans
[Chorus]
Niggas plottin', niggas snakes, so I keep it with me
And all my niggas on go, fuck who ain't with me
And we gon' let the world know, it ain't a fuckin' secret
We gon' get some get back
Ain't stoppin' til you hear that click-clack
Man down on your fuckin' set
Got to get my money up, I'ma get that
And I really for all that chit-chat
Ain't stoppin' til we get it, that's some get back
Ain't stoppin' til I get me a big sack
Hatin' shit, no I ain't really with that
But I can see it in your face that you with that
Switched up on your mans, I ain't with that
I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that
Yeah, I'm with that
I'ma stick to the plan, yeah I'm with that
I'ma stick the plan, yeah I'm with thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nothin[Intro: Johnny Maycash]
I'm rolling shit
I'm toting shit
Bitch I'm rolling shit

[Hook: Johhny Maycash]
I'm riding round in them cars yeah they flexin'
My niggas they behind me yeah they flexin'
You run up on my niggas they be blasting
Lil niggas holding yeah they packing
And niggas they don't want nothin'
Kief said somethin'
But i ain't trying to hear nothin'
And this comma steady comin'

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Don't run up on us bitch we blasting
That bitch she going cause I'm flexing
I ball so hard they might be flashing
Them commas coming its not question
Of course we packing its no question
I'm bout that life man it's no asking
My niggas with me so don't ask me
Put money first that bitch come last in
I'm killing shit I need a casket
Them commas coming bitch I'm flexing
[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Freestyle(Intro)
Finna be over with, watch this
They told me like, get back to where I used to be, like
Like, I done elevated
My shit done got, way better
So, like I ain't even looking back
Oowee

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Stop playin' with the gang like, folks and them ain't bout that
Come sleep at a nigga crib, right where his house at
I mean, let's take a nap, don't move, got my pipe, got the tool
Niggas think it's sweet, 'til we pull up 40 deep
With like 50 guns
Everybody got a tool, bitch, you better run
Everybody pack a tool, I'm from Lamron
064, yeah that be the block
Yeah, our shit hot
Can't come through, you might get popped
Or get your foreign whip, turned to a drop-top
Get your top popped
Straight up on that damn block
They know I don't fuck with opps
They know we be sendin' shots

[Bridge]
I mean shit, if I take it back like, like five, six years, man
Everybody still on the block and shit
We just out there like, we just in it, like
No niggas in the city like us, not one
No lil niggas, no young niggas, no big niggas, like
We the only ones really out here
Lost a lot of real niggas to the Police
Lost a lot of real niggas to the streets
RIP them guys, free them guys, man
That shit hurt, on foe nem
'Lot of niggas ain't even expect it to be like this
I'ma keep it going, though
[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Gotta keep this shit, goin' for my brother and them
Even for my mother and them
Got my sister and them too
My lil baby, I'ma take care of her too
Niggas fu, yeah I know what it do
If you my mans, then you my mans, act like it, fool
Don't be on that snake shit, when I slide through
Don't be on that fake shit, when I ride through

[Second Bridge]
Haha, like fake ass shit, like, like, you know
Like talking behind your brother back and shit
Running around, to your guys, that's gon' come back and tell
Even running your mouth to bitches, cause all that shit get back
Like running your mouth to bitches, too, everything get back
Just know, everything that, happen in the dark
I promise you that shit shine in the light
And that shit coming straight to the light
Feel me?
So it's like basically, you got to watch what you do
Watch what you say, shit

(Outro)
All that slick talkin' and sneak dissin' will get you hurt
That shit ain't gon' get you on, get you murked
Get your face put up on a t-shirt
A rest in peace shirtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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You Know How We Play[Intro]
Gang
300

[Hook:]
I'm focused on k
Don't get in my way we toting them k's
Get killed in broad day
It's killed or be killed you know how we play
I know where you stay
You know it ain't safe, we run in your place
We shoot up the place
Man down man down, you know how we play
I'm focused on k
Don't get in my way we toting them k's
Get killed in broad day
It's kill or be killed you know how we play
I know where you stay
You know it ain't safe, we run in your place
We shoot up the place
Man down man down, you know how we play


[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Man down man down, you know how we play
You know how we coming, you know it ain't safe
Kick a door everybody on the floor, now we lookin for the safe
We heard you was holding, you know it wasn't safe
Me chasing after the bitches, naw I ain't gone chase
Me chasing after money, thats all I chase
Jewish lawyers on my case just to fight my case
Money on my mind, money, money, money all day
You know how we play
Hit the club with one on my waist
You know how we play
Hit the club snuk guns in the place
You know how we play
Fucked around and found where you stay
You know how we play
Fuck around and take a nap at your place
[Hook:]
I'm focused on k
Don't get in my way we totin them k's
Get killed in broad day
It's kill or be killed you know how we play
I know where you stay
You it ain't safe, we run in your place
We shoot up the place
Man down man down, you know how we play
I'm focused on k
Don't get in my way we totin them k's
Get killed in broad day
It's kill or be killed you know how we play
I know where you stay
You know it ain't safe, we run in your place
We shoot up the place
Man down man down, you know how we play

[Verse 2: Benji Glo]
Gang, these niggas is fake, no I cannot relate
I'm busy chasing this cake so don't get in my way
My youngin is hittas, they come and shoot up the place
No face no case so I have nothing to say
Man these niggas is bitches, they acting so gay
I just paid a band just for my shades
These bullets gone fly, they won't ricochet
Get in my way, we smoke shit in broad day
Im awful flat so you know im geeking
These bitches seen lil reese so they getting freaky
I'm smokin tookas so im outta breath
If they ain't acting right then they gettin left
I'm stuck in my ways I gotta get paid
I'm traded for days so you know how we play
It's kill or be killed you know i'll stay
I'm fuckin these thotties, they calling me ray
[Hook:]
I'm focused on k
Don't get in my way we toting them k's
Get killed in broad day
It's kill or be killed you know how we play
I know where you stay
You know it ain't safe, we run in your place
We shoot up the place
Man down man down, you know how we play
I'm focused on k
Don't get in my way we totin them k's
Get killed in broad day
It's kill or be killed you know how we play
I know where you stay
You know it ain't safe, we run in your place
We shoot up the place
Man down man down, you know how we playEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Jakes[Hook:]
I gotta get this cake cause my name hold weight
Every nigga you see with me got a gun on they waist
Don't fuck with no snitches, niggas they be telling to the jakes
Can't trust them niggas, they be telling to the jakes
A lot of niggas they around but the fuck niggas really be fake
Got a chopper, got a FN, I'mma spray this bitch in your face
Can't fuck with no niggas they be telling to the jakes
Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes
Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes

[Verse 1:]
Bang, bang in your face for talking to the jakes[?]
Tryna suck up info to go tell to the jakes
Get the fuck out my face before I hit you with the eight
You ain't been on no block, you ain't shot no eight
You ain't put in no work, you ain't caught no case
We still on the block, you ain't getting no cake
You ain't feeding your niggas, you all ain't ate
You ain't feeding your niggas, they all ain't ate
You ain't feeding your niggas, you all ain't straight
I can look in his face and tell you all he ain't straight
Police snatch him, he gone talk to the jakes
Police snatch me, I ain't talking to the jakes
I'mma make my laywer just fight that case
Ride through 100k cause I like that cake
A lot of niggas they fake so I can't relate
[Hook:]
I gotta get this cake cause my name hold weight
Every nigga you see with me got a gun on they waist
Don't fuck with no snitches, niggas they be telling to the jakes
Can't trust them niggas, they be telling to the jakes
A lot of niggas they around but the fuck niggas really be fake
Got a chopper, got a FN, I'mma spray this bitch in your face
Can't fuck with no niggas they be telling to the jakes
Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes
Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes

[Verse 2:]
As long as I'm getting money, nigga I'mma be straight
As long as I got my niggas, nigga I'mma be straight
I don't need no nigga, nigga I'mma be straight
As long as they print money, nigga I'mma be straight
Gotta hustle by any means, so I can be straight
These niggas get left they won't ride the right way
A lot of niggas be talking but I ain't' saying a thing
All these fuck niggas talking but I ain't saying a thing

[Hook:]
I gotta get this cake cause my name hold weight
Every nigga you see with me got a gun on they waist
Don't fuck with no snitches, niggas they be telling to the jakes
Can't trust them niggas, they be telling to the jakes
A lot of niggas they around but the fuck niggas really be fake
Got a chopper, got a FN, I'mma spray this bitch in your face
Can't fuck with no niggas they be telling to the jakes
Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakes
Can't trust these niggas they be talking to the jakesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ride[Hook: Young Scooter]
I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused
I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion
Smoke, ride
Smoke, ride
I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Riding through the city top down blowing kush smoke
Black Amigo mafia so no I can't stop selling dough
And we smoke out of pounds and in the club we let that money go
I just left the Onyx, I left 20 thousand on the floor
50 thousand dollar ring, 50 thousand dollar chain
60 thousand dollar watch, plus my arm bout to ring
Plus the 40, it's in range
Extended clip on that thang
I get so much street money, how can I explain
They got me riding and thinking bout the moves that I'm making
I'm a millionaire now nigga, you could stop the hating

[Hook:Young Scooter]
I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused
I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion
Smoke, ride
Smoke, ride
I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused
[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
If I get a real jug, get smoked
On my momma it ain't no joke
See I'm riding and smoking
All my niggas they toting, my niggas they blowing, but niggas they go in
If you a stank kick your door in
And I don't do no new friends
Can't trust a soul so won't shake everybody hand
Can't trust a soul so won't shake everybody hand
I'm going crazy but don't make me have to clap a fan
The nigga hating he a opp man I think he a fan
I never lost it but I'm back at it, I'm on yo ass
I never lost a year I'm back at it pick up yo head

[Hook: Young Scooter]
I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused
I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion
Smoke, ride
Smoke, ride
I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
My niggas got that work
They ain't got no jobs
You know the rules in my hood, protect yourself or get robbed
Gangstas do what they want, you do what you can
Came down to that A, than I fly through with them bands
Nigga been on this grind since a nigga been 9
Tell the crack heads chill if you want that six nigga get on that line
So I smoked to it, I got bad nerves
I'm having flashbacks make a whole thing from a half bird
Nigga hold my wheel almost crashed the curve
Driving smoking [?] nigga that's my work
Need a steady hand, and a good wrist
That white girl is my hood bitch
Please let up some good shit
[Hook: Young Scooter]
I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focused
I'm just riding and smoking, got everything in motion
Smoke, ride
Smoke, ride
I'm just riding and smoking, I'm tryna stay focusedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Circle Tight[Intro]
Drama time

[Chorus]
Gotta keep your circle tight (Circle tight, tight)
Watch out, niggas gon' hate (Gon' hate)
I can't believe you turned fake (Turned fake)
Why I put my trust up in a nigga when they gon' switch lanes?
My brothers love them gun thangs (Gun thangs, brrrat!)
Stay at it 'til it's your time to shine, that's what they told me (That's what they told me)
That's what they told me (That's what they told me), they never showed me (They never showed me)
That fu shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peeped it (I peeped it)
I peep it, I peeped it, I peeped it

[Verse]
Ain't seen or saw, I ain't seen shit (I ain't seen shit)
I pull up in a steam, bitch (Steam, bitch)
Fuck around, pull a mean hit (Mean hit)
Fuck around and get you and your whole team hit (Team hit)
All my niggas we be on the same shit (Same shit)
All my niggas we be on that gang shit (Gang shit)
Can't hang if you ain't on the same shit (Same shit)
A nigga like me get tired of the same bitch
And I still rock out with the niggas I came with
Whole 'lot of Glocks in this bitch, we'll bang shit (Bang shit)
You'll get changed quick
Tryna get a mil', yeah I need it, bitch
Now I do this and try to get clout (Clout)
That's the easiest way to get took out (Took out)
Catch his ass, put that pole up in his mouth (Up in his mouth)
I'm like, "Fuck nigga, what that sneak dissing about?" (What it's about?)
These niggas with me, they don't like to run they mouth (They runnin' they mouth)
These niggas with me, they grew up in my momma house (My momma house)
[Chorus]
Gotta keep your circle tight (Circle tight, tight)
Watch out, niggas gon' hate (Gon' hate)
I can't believe you turned fake (Turned fake)
Why I put my trust up in a nigga when they gon' switch lanes?
My brothers love them gun thangs (Gun thangs, brrrat!)
Stay at it 'til it's your time to shine, that's what they told me (That's what they told me)
That's what they told me (That's what they told me), they never showed me (They never showed me)
That fu shit, I weep that, yeah, nigga, I peeped it (I peeped it)
I peep it, I peeped it, I peeped itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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How Could I[Chorus:]
I got a good price, it's for cheap
If you really want some work
Got some niggas from the six
Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work
Hit him where it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at
Really snorting work, still getting it like the first
First like the first day of school trying to be the first
Man, all that hating it won't work
All that hating it won't work [x3]

[Verse 1:]
Man, all that hating it won't work
Fuck coming last I'm trying to be first
That talking it won't work
Had to get off my ass and got get some cash
Now i'm fresh everyday like the first
Only fuck with niggas that riding me
And going to really put it to work
Just talking it won't work
All that talking it won't work
You gotta show me first
I made that bitch bend over
And told her show me first
I don't talk take about no money
Cause that shit don't work
Finna ball like I came for the dirt
So i'm'a hit you where it hurt
Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand
I let him hit two were it hurt
Niggas be plotting try to get the upper hand
I let hit two were it hurt
[Bridge:]
I told him to get on the shit first
Told him to get on you niggas first
I told him to get on the shit first
Told him to get on you niggas first
I told him to get on the shit first
Told him to get on you niggas first
I told him to get on the shit first
Told him to get on you niggas first

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
All that hating it won't work, no
Caught a nigga snooze
4-5 jam he better hope his bitch work
Fuck nigga better be lucky he caught a blessing
That shit worked
Lame ass niggas steady running there mouth
You ain't puttin in work [x2]
Youngins on my block
Known for shooting shit they gonna shoot shit first
Coolin where it ain't safe niggas know it ain't safe
So they don't really wanna hang
Coolin with my niggas still with my niggas
A lot of niggas done changed
But know I'm still that gang
And I come back and still hang
Where a lot of niggas they can't
Where a lot of nigga they ain't
Got a good price for the cheap
Just meet me in the back with the bank
We goin get them there hit them there
And take everything as planned
We goin get them there hit them there
And take everything that we can
[Chorus]
I got a good price, it's for cheap
If you really want some work
Got some niggas from the six
Six four, they put in work all that talking it won't work
Hit him where it will hurt, in the hood where junkies at
Really snorting work, still getting it like the first
First like the first day of school trying to be the first
Man, all that hating it won't work
All that hating it won't work [x4]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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No Face No Case[Chorus]
If the price ain't right, I might take something
Still with my niggas, yeah, we'll shake something
Better not catch an opp lackin', yeah, we'll face something
Getting to the money, yeah, straight chasing
She said she want D'USSÉ, no chaser
All these hoes be going, I won't chase none
I told that lil' bitch I want top, I want face or something
And when we aiming for the top, tryna hit your face or something

[Verse]
No case, no face or nothing
Aiming for the top, tryna hit your face with something
Fuck a bitch, I won't chase none
All this money, I be chasing something
I was fucked up, I had to make me some
Hit the block, roll up, I had to face me something
All these problems steady coming, I be facing them
All them old hoes ain't nothing, but you be chasing them
And if I know did the crime, you will never hear me crying
Bout no motherfucking time, RIP to all of mines
For my niggas, we gon' slide
We gon' pull a homicide

[Chorus]
If the price ain't right, I might take something
Still with my niggas, yeah, we'll shake something
Better not catch an opp lackin', yeah, we'll face something
Getting to the money, yeah, straight chasin'
She said she want D'USSÉ, no chaser
All these hoes be going, I won't chase none
I told that lil' bitch I want top, I want face or something
And when we aiming for the top, tryna hit your face or somethingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Remember[Chorus]
I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it)
Do you remember, do you remember who was with it?
Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it)
Do you remember, do you remember who was with it?
Do you remember, do you remember who was with it?
Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it
Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it)
Who was with it (who was with it)
Who was with it (who was with it)

[Verse]
Nowadays in the streets, this shit so wicked
Your own mans'll get you get you clapped, boy
You thought he was with it
Hittin' blocks, spinnin' blocks, still ride with my niggas
Actin' like they with it, but niggas ain't with it
Stop playin', I put one in your fitted
Put them niggas on your ass, now you bitchin'
Jumpin' and flinchin, 30 in the Glock, it's extension
Never needed niggas co-sign, took the fam if I'm real
Your bitch fat up in that dress, she dressin' to kill
Make a nigga wanna touch it just to see if it's real
See if it's real, let a nigga know what's the deal
I took her home the first night
She let me fuck, yeah it's real
[Chorus]
I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it)
Do you remember, do you remember who was with it?
Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it)
Do you remember, do you remember who was with it?
Do you remember, do you remember who was with it?
Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it
Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it)
Who was with it (who was with it)
Who was with it (who was with it)

[Verse 2]
One time for the niggas, who out here with it
I love my niggas, cause I ain't gotta question if they with it
I can look up at a nigga and tell if he really with it
And if I start some shit, then guarentee that I'ma finish
And if you start some shit, I really hope that you could finish
You better not start some shit, that you can't even really finish
We fly as hell in the latest, you know that we be trendin'
Why would I leave my niggas?
They been with me since the beginnin'
Try us lil nigga, and it's gon be a sad endin'
Gotta watch them niggas who ain't happy when you winnin'
Nigga say he your mans, but he ain't happy when you winnin'
Stop playin'
I been with the shits since the beginnin'
[Chorus]
I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it)
Do you remember, do you remember who was with it?
Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it)
Do you remember, do you remember who was with it?
Do you remember, do you remember who was with it?
Yeah I remember, yeah I remember who was with it
Nowadays everybody fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
Fake with it (fake with it)
Yeah I remember, I remember who was with it (who was with it)
Who was with it (who was with it)
Who was with it (who was with it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Nigga Wat (Remix)[Produced by Chris Surreal and TomTom]

[Intro: Lil Reese/Chief Keef]
Aye, Trigga Black
Lil Reese, (sosa)
Aye, Aye, Aye 3hunna
Im like Nigga wat Nigga wat
(aye) Nigga wat (x5)


[Hook: Chief Keef]
Nigga what?
Nigga what?
Nigga, nigga what? (x2)
Up this fucking gun, click-clack nigga what?
You don't want none, click-clack nigga what?
Nigga what?
Nigga what?
Nigga, nigga what? (x2)
Yo' bitch on me, but she gettin' none
Yea she want me, yep nigga what?

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Nigga wat im smoking blunts my shits big as fuck
Broski with me in the cut our guns ain't tucked
These niggas pussy they ain't out here, they ain't ridin
My niggas with me yes they ridin yall hidin (yall hidin)
O six four thats the block boy you can find me (we out here)
On the grind all day thats how im grindin
Niggas bitching they won't smoke, nowhere to find me
I be out here everyday man I ain't hidin (nah)
Rest in peace Robito ( lets get it), rest in peace to lil mo (L's)
Bitch rest in peace to Bruh O (O'block)
O six four bitch thats how that go (300)
[Hook: Chief Keef]

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Nigga what, nigga what, smoking big ass blunts
Of that Tooka like a hooka with my big ass gun
I'ma shoot it at ya medulla if ya reach for somethin'
I ain't playin' no games nigga I be creepin' ya
With my niggas and we're riding, they ain't hiding
They say they all here they are lying man
You think the opps get hit then you's a blind man
I bet you hear these shots if yous a deaf man
Rest in peace my nutman, aye
Rest in peace Robito, aye, aye
Sending shots up at your peephole
Sending shots up at your people2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Since A Youngin’[Hook: Lil Reese]
Since A Youngin bitch we been them niggas
Since a Youngin bitch I been a nigga
X4


[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Since a youngin bitch I been that nigga
Rockin designer clothes shoes from my denium
Got good aim and I ain't gon miss him this
Chicago and I hope he down to get him
Anit with the pillow talking thats for bitches
Anit with the pillow talking thats for snitches
These niggas bitches so I anit with em niggas
Killers best belive I'm with them I'm with my
Niggas and we all we got play with my brother
Thats like do or die play with the fam thats
So suicide play with the fam thats so suicidel
I got killers at your front and your side door
At your window lay low might shoot inside though
Can't fuck wit niggas most niggas  [they won't ride though] 3hunna ls

[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Feed The Fam[Intro :]
Ok (x6)
You already know how I'm rocking man
FTF man,feed the fam man
Gotta feed the fam
Nigga's wint really feeding the fam man
You already know how I'm rocking man
FTF man, Ok
Fuck the feds, free the guys

[Verse 1 :]
Get monet stack it up might put it on a shelf
FTF, ion know what else
Fuck niggas switching, yeah thats bad for his health
But thats on him, he don't know nothing else
Big homie showed me how to get it by myself
Now ima show my niggas how to get it by there self
Real nigga shit never out for myself
Take it how you want it, get right or get left
Me switching up?, you wouldn't believe that yourself
Free the real niggas, only few of us left
Got niggas lock down, ain't gonna leave them up in there
Money on the books, and we don't know nothing else
Niggas say they riding with you, but he out for hisself
So when niggas on his ass, he gonna really need ya help
Pussy ass nigga should've never been by ya self
Pussy ass nigga now ya self
[Hook : (x2)]
FTF ion no what else
Feed the fam, ion no what else man
FTF ion no what else
Man feed the fam, ion no what else
FTF ion no what else
Feed the fam, ion no what else
FTF ion no what else
Ion no what else (x3)

[Instrumental]

[Hook :]
FTF ion no what else
Feed the fam, ion no what else man
FTF ion no what else
Man feed the fam, ion no what else
FTF ion no what else
Feed the fam, ion no what else
FTF ion no what else
Ion no what else (x3)

[Verse 2 :]
Get the money (get the money, get the money)
And try an make a flip
Bust a move, whole team make it flip
Get it back, hell naw i ain't trip
You wit them?, hell naw i ain’t wit them
You know them?, hell naw ion know them
So don’t mix me up with the fu shit
Fuck around, i’ll have to lose it
Landlord of the bunk, you gotta move bitch
And these niggas must be stupid
Ain’t worried bout you and what you doin bitch
Got a lil one out here and she need shit
Nah mean she ain’t really gone need shit
He caught a case same day outta the shit
He said the police ain’t charge'em wit shit
Naw we don’t want nothing to do wit it (naw we don’t want nothing to do wit it, nothing to do wit it)
Naw we don’t want nothing to do wit it (nothing to do wit it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Still Workin[Intro x8]
Still working
And they still talking

[Verse]
Niggas working
Man these niggas talking
I guess that's why I'm by myself more often
When you be broke
Ain't nobody gon give you nothing
Best get it on your own and get you something
Remember the days I ain't have shit, walking
I do this shit by myself
No talking
Naw I ain't stressing
I'm just thinking money
Niggas that talk be folding when them people on em
Tote that bitch like its legal on me
They say you change when you get plenty money
Switch up and get to acting funny
No I won't change on my people, huh
Bout them flames
That we keep on coming
My phone tapped I think the people on it
My line tapped I think the people on it
[Hook]
Still working
And they still talkingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sum New[Hook: Lil Reese]
Let's try some new (I'm with my niggas boy we wild like the...)
Bitch let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Let's try some new
I'm with my niggas boy we wild like the fucking zoo
No favoritism you get it too
A fuck nigga I don't salute
Pull up we'll shoot
At you and all your troops
Who the fuck is you
Now a days man who is who
On the block man it get live
Fuck niggas man they gone lie
Steady talking man they ain't finna try us
Steady talking man they ain't finna try us?
It's around man you ain't gotta ask
Just pull up on a nigga we'll slide
I'm with the .50 lets ride
If it's --- we need all that
[Hook: Lil Reese]
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Stop playing, you know me
Act like I'm the old me
Better act right like you owe me
Pull up shooting like I'm Curry
Put 'er out in a hurry
It could go down, we ain't worried
A lot of niggas be worried
Niggas scared shaking and nervous

[Hook: Lil Reese]
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some new
Let's try some newEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Get Hit[Chorus: Lil Reese]
I heard they plottin', I wonder how many, man
See me, I think I could take plenty, man
And I can't leave without my semi, man
Don't fuck around and leave your semi, man
If it ain't 'bout money, what's the fuckin' plan?
Yeah, I know your type, you out here fuckin' playin'
Do a hit on niggas, spin the block, come back again
I don't really give a fuck cause the nigga got hit ain't my mans

[Verse: Lil Reese]
Your bitch goin', she gon' get hit (get hit)
Home run, knock it out the fence (knock it out the fence)
I ride around with it, I took a risk (we takin' risks)
Still ride around with it, we takin' risks (takin' risks)
I wouldn't even touch that basic bitch (touch that basic bitch)
And I won't leave the house without my stick (without my stick)
I ride around with it, I take a risk (I take a risk)
'Lot of niggas on that Police shit (on that Police shit)
My mouth closed, I don't know shit (I don't know shit)
All I know is I'ma blow shit (I'ma blow shit)
Loud rollin', we be smokin' (smokin')
Kush strong, got me chokin' (chokin')

[Chorus: Lil Reese]
I heard they plottin', I wonder how many, man
See me, I think I could take plenty, man
And I can't leave without my semi, man
Don't fuck around and leave your semi, man
If it ain't 'bout money, what's the fuckin' plan?
Yeah, I know your type, you out here fuckin' playin'
Do a hit on niggas, spin the block, come back again
I don't really give a fuck cause the nigga got hit ain't my mansEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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All the time[hook: Bosstop]
Flexing, you was young and flexing
All the time reckless, I was young and reckless
All the time neckling, she gon give me neckling
All the time rapping, boy I keep that weapon
All the time, All the time, All the time
All the time, all the time, nigga all the time
Nigga all the time, nigga all the time

[verse: Lil Reese]
Weapon, that FN is my weapon boy you better not test
It I  got foe'nem yeah they wack shit some say we reckless
I guess we are young and reckless
If you hold cash I need it
Then fuck that bitch I could've hit but guess im too conceited
If you owe me I need it
Make that bitch get on her knees and to [?]jesus
We catch a opp right now man that boy gon' need jesus
KuKu gang they with me too man and all they do is squeeze shit
All the time
And if you get snatched you better do the time
All the time, all the time
And if you get snatched you bett' not drop a dime

[hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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FACTS[Intro]
On that, on that, on that money
On that money
On that money

[Verse]
On that money that's a fact, since I pulled up in a back
I've been really off the pack, really rolling off the pack
Hollow tips all in my MAC, I'll leave a nigga flat
If he tweakin think it's stack, let 'em know, no this ain't that
What you talkin' it ain't facts, I don't wanna hear that shit
I just hit another lick, I just caught another vic'
And if y'all diamonds do not gliss, I don't wanna see that shit
Growin' up I can't resist, had to be the man and shit
Had to make some plans and shit, had to get them bands and shit
Clap you and your mans for this, I ain't with that fans shit
But I love my fans for this, pullin' up with extra clips
In case they got some extra lips, I'mma make them extra dip
We don't dummy, we don't dummy, we don't dummy that's a fact
I got niggas, bitches on my land
You can get 'em back and we don't fall, hoe, we pass rock
You can get a back and if you hear somethin' about me ask me
I'll tell you the facts, ain't with that cappin' shit get back
Put a cap up in your cab, young as fuck my graze was big
I couldn't go to mama house, so I went to grandma house
Knowin' grans would whoop my ass, had to get up off my ass
Had to come up for some cash, so I came up brought some cash
Ran that shit up real fast, niggas gon' run real fast if they tweak they just says that
And I was raised in the jungle so a snake can only hiss
Yea I was made in a jungle I mean the snake ain't really shit
[Outro]
Haha, I said I was raised in a jungle so a snake can only hiss (Hisss)
I was raised in a jungle so a snake ain't really shit man
I mean y'all get me man, Lamron, 300 man we in the fuckin' buildin'
It's a fucking drillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Ain’t Witchu 4sho[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
(Get up, go get that money every second)
This is how the shit go
(Get up, go get that money every second)
This is how the shit go
This is how the shit go
(Get up, go get that money every second)
This is how the shit go
This is how the shit—

[Chorus]
This is how the shit go
Niggas gon' switch up, ain't with you fo' sho
Bitches gon' fuck, man, a hoe is a ho
I be focused on the money, I don't need me a ho
'Cause at the end of the day, at the end of the road
I just wanna know why most of my niggas had to go
I just wanna know why most of my brothers had to go
So I'ma keep my head high, I'ma focus fo' sho

[Post-Chorus]
Is this how the shit go? (Is this how the shit go?)
Is this how the shit go? (Is this how the shit go?)
Is this how the shit go? (Is this how the shit go?)
Niggas gon' switch up, ain't with you fo' sho
[Verse]
Is this how the shit go? Is this how the shit go?
I shouldn't have to tell you really how the shit go
You should already know
That should be some shit that you already know
Keep folks an' them with me, they my brothers fo' sho
And if you got a problem, nigga, let me know
I be really on go, yeah that's how it go
I ain't showin' out or flexin' for a ho
In Miami, I fucked her on a floor, though
I just made fifty thou', but I want more, though
So many hundreds, you would think I did a tour show
Fuck his bitch and gave her back, I'm like, "Here, though"
Can't fuck that bitch, that bitch a lame, a weirdo

[Chorus]
This is how the shit go
Niggas gon' switch up, ain't with you fo' sho
Bitches gon' fuck, man, a hoe is a ho
I be focused on the money, I don't need me a ho
'Cause at the end of the day, at the end of the road
I just wanna know why most of my niggas had to go
I just wanna know why most of my brothers had to go
So I'ma keep my head high, I'ma focus fo' sho

[Outro]
RIP them guys, man
Free them guys, man
GetBackGang part two
You know what the fuck it isEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Around Me[Chorus]
We really did this shit that we really rap about it
We really did the shit that we cannot rap about
We been up in this shit, it ain't nothin' to brag about
Slide through the hood, you can even ask about me
And if them niggas trickin, you ain't never seen them 'round me
Most niggas bitches, I don't even want them 'round me
And I ain't with the fake shit, so I don't be around it
Had to separate myself, so I don't be around it
The killers and the hustlers, best believe they around me
Got some day one niggas, best believe they around me
And we don't play that shit, we gon kill all about it
And they don't play that shit, they gon kill all about me

[Verse]
Know a couple of Haitians, like to spray shit
Yeah, you can miss me with the hate shit
Gettin' money, back then used to take shit
Nowadays, everybody with the fake shit
And I don't wanna fuck the bitch if she basic
And if I made it, then that mean we all made it
Gettin' high, Reese Money so faded
Just rolled me a blunt and I'ma face it
Drinkin' Remy out the bottle, no chaser (nah)
And I ain't never had to fake it to make it
Most niggas gon fake it to make it
Face shot, let's see if he can take it
Ambulance ain't come, he ain't make it
And if he holdin' the low, we'll take it (we need that)
Just to show the fuck nigga we ain't fakin' (nah)
And we'll show the fuck nigga we ain't fakin'
Shoot his brains out, fuck what you thinkin'
Shoot his brains out, fuck what you thinkin'
[Chorus]
We really did this shit that we really rap about it
We really did the shit that we cannot rap about
We been up in this shit, it ain't nothin' to brag about
Slide through the hood, you can even ask about me
And if them niggas trickin, you ain't never seen them 'round me
Most niggas bitches, I don't even want them 'round me
And I ain't with the fake shit, so I don't be around it
Had to separate myself, so I don't be around it
The killers and the hustlers, best believe they around me
Got some day one niggas, best believe they around me
And we don't play that shit, we gon kill all about it
And they don't play that shit, they gon kill all about meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Some Out Nun[Intro] Lil Reese
300 DegreZz
300

[Hook] Lil Reese
You can’t make nothing out of nothing (out of nothing)
So I had to make something out of something (out of something)
Get off my ass (get off my ass)
Gotta get some cash (gotta get some cash)
Don’t need no n*gga for shit ain’t even gonna ask (ain’t even gonna ask)
Cuz a n*gga will leave you broke down on your last (down on your last)
Thought that’s your man (thought that’s your man)
Thought he was your man (thought he was your man)
My n*ggas my n*ggas my n*ggas ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask)
My n*ggas with me they shoot ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask)
Them n*ggas ain’t true ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask)

[Verse 1] Lil Reese
My n*ggas with me they shoot
You ain’t even gotta ask (you ain’t even gotta ask)
And if you’re tricking with a n*gga like me I’m gonna get on your ass
Pull up for the cash
You only want the bags (you only want the bags)
You can’t be sweet
They’ll rob your ass (they’ll rob your ass)
These n*ggas with me they’ll rob your ass (they’ll rob your ass)
Yeah so fast (yeah so fast)
Pull off so fast (pull off so fast)
Folks no door had n*gga got sad
I don’t know nothin if the police grab my ass
I bet he knows something if the police grab his ass (yep)
Must need some ass
You don’t get no pass
Can’t come in my hood
Fuck n*gga you won’t get no pass
[Hook] Lil Reese
You can’t make nothing out of nothing (out of nothing)
So I had to make something out of something (out of something)
Get off my ass (get off my ass)
Gotta get some cash (gotta get some cash)
Don’t need no n*gga for shit ain’t even gonna ask (ain’t even gonna ask)
Cuz a n*gga will leave you broke down on your last (down on your last)
Thought that’s your man (thought that’s your man)
Thought he was your man (thought he was your man)
My n*ggas my n*ggas my n*ggas ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask)
My n*ggas with me they shoot ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask)

[Verse 2] Jadakiss
Can’t make nothing out of nothing
So I had to make something out of something
Yeah I had my young n*ggas pumping
Soon as we see them fuck n*ggas we dumping
Ain’t about no money keep it moving (gone)
They keep them sticks on them and they love to use them
Yeah all points already proven
Yeah all the joints came from the Cubans
Broad day he ain’t even have a mass
It was for my n*gga he ain’t even have to ask
Y’all might need a better staff
Yeah I tried to split his head in half (war)
[Hook] Lil Reese
You can’t make nothing out of nothing (out of nothing)
So I had to make something out of something (out of something)
Get off my ass (get off my ass)
Gotta get some cash (gotta get some cash)
Don’t need no n*gga for shit ain’t even gonna ask (ain’t even gonna ask)
Cuz a n*gga will leave you broke down on your last (down on your last)
Thought that’s your man (thought that’s your man)
Thought he was your man (thought he was your man)
My n*ggas my n*ggas my n*ggas ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask)
My n*ggas with me they shoot ain’t even gotta ask (ain’t even gotta ask)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Mo Weed[Intro]
Well if you wanna leave what’s the hold up
You talking about you got weed roll up

[Hook]
Roll up roll up Roll up roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up

[Verse 1]
Uh just start my day off high as fuck
Uh who got more weed roll up nigga
Talking about he going on me I’m like
Hold up that ain’t true that ain’t true
That ain’t true nigga show up ain’t no
Going on me in the club no ID in the
Club VIP my niggas with me they they
Going to shoot for free and they going
To shoot for me so it’s all good this way
And it’s just ain’t sweeted ain’t sweeted
Swich it all my niggas get you your issue
Got our issue you think this is sweet these
Niggas they as soft as tissues hold up bring
It back a lot of fuck niggas they ain't known that
You see these bitches I’ll be on that got a lot of
Cause I don’t wanna push this shit back and hold up
[Hook]
Roll up roll up Roll up roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up

[Verse 2]
Uh I’m by myself just rolled up
In a spot where me and my niggas rolled up
See the police we ain't going to hold up
They know there no controlling us yes stop
Nigga I don’t know nothing can’t trust a fuck
Nigga he might tell or something did that nigga
Really can’t really make bail or something don’t
Know man that nigga might tell something don’t
Trust that nigga I don’t fuck with that nigga
Can I see a fuck nigga don’t [?] nigga’s
Still with my niggas,them day one niggas

[Hook]
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up
Roll up roll up Roll up roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll up
Who got more weed roll up
We got more weed roll upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Tucked[Intro: Oj300]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Y'all know what that mean
Warheads in this bitch
Yeah, we back

[Chorus: Oj300 & JI300]
.40 on me tucked, better be ready, give it up
Ask no question, I'ma bust
Yeah, you know what's up
SRT challenger, yeah, you know what's up
Left his ass dead, now they callin' us
Why they callin' us? We never gave a fuck
I pop a Perc', for my feelings I don't give a fuck
And when I let this .50 go, bitch, you better duck
I'ma chase you down, I'ma hit you up

[Verse 1: Oj300 &  JI300]
Bro gon' gun you down, bro gon' hit you up
Bro gon' lap around, bro don't give a fuck
I smoke him 'cause he dead, pour me up a cup
Now we out in traffic, catch him posted up
Ridin' in some' fast and it's tinted up
Comin' down ya block and we fifttеd it up
I let bro out and he hit the cut
With that .50 bеst believe he leave a massacre
[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
It's a massacre, very scary sight
I told that bitch that I only want one night, high as a kite
Nigga get clapped tonight for thinkin' we fightin'
Flip the block, lost fifty twice
He bit the cheese like 6ix9ine, he a mice
If you fuck up once, I ain't lettin' you fuck up twice
And I'ma give you advice, this street shit ain't right
I'ma tell you only one time, this shit ain't right

[Chorus: Oj300 & JI300]
.40 on me tucked, better be ready, give it up
Ask no question, I'ma bust
Yeah, you know what's up
SRT challenger, yeah, you know what's up
Left his ass dead, now they callin' us
Why they callin' us? We never gave a fuck
I pop a Perc', for my feelings I don't give a fuck
And when I let this .50 go, bitch, you better duck
I'ma chase you down, I'ma hit you up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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What It Do[Intro: Fredo Santana]
What it do? What it do?
What it do, what it do? (Squad)
What it do?
What it do, what it do?
Fuck niggas, fuck niggas, fuck
What, what?

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Got Xanax and lean for the whole damn crew (What?)
Got a thirty Ruger shot for my motherfuckin' tool (Bang, bang)
Brand new chopper and that bitch shoot smooth (Grra, grra)
Got a hundred niggas with me and they all gon' shoot (What?)
What it do? (Damn)
What it do? What it do? (Smoking that gas)
Heard that it's a problem, you wanna make the news? (Make the news)
What it do? What it do? (Do)
Chasing all this money, I ain't worried 'bout you

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Aye, Fredo what it do?
I ain't gonna say too much
But you know I miss you, fool
For you we act a fool
For you I pack a tool
Got that call about you and you know I lost my cool
Sosa miss you too, Caper, all us miss you, fool
I remember we ain't had shit, fucked up don't know what to do
Every time I'm out in Cali, boy I always hit you
Now I don't know what to do
Now I don't know what to do
[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Got Xanax and lean for the whole damn crew (What?)
Got a thirty Ruger shot for my motherfuckin' tool (Bang, bang)
Brand new chopper and that bitch shoot smooth (Grra, grra)
Got a hundred niggas with me and they all gon' shoot (What?)
What it do? (Damn)
What it do? What it do? (Smoking that gas)
Heard that it's a problem, you wanna make the news? (Make the news)
What it do? What it do? (Do)
Chasing all this money, I ain't worried 'bout you

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
What it do? (What it do?)
What it do?
I'ma continue chasing money, can't forget about that, too
All this shit we learned on our own, man
We ain't get it from no nigga
Y'all been my niggas since lil' niggas
I can't forget about my niggas
Why would I switch on my niggas?
Why would I quit on my niggas?
I cannot quit on my niggas
I'm yelling, "Fuck all these niggas"

[Chorus: Fredo Santana]
Got Xanax and lean for the whole damn crew (What?)
Got a thirty Ruger shot for my motherfuckin' tool (Bang, bang)
Brand new chopper and that bitch shoot smooth (Grra, grra)
Got a hundred niggas with me and they all gon' shoot (What?)
What it do? (Damn)
What it do? What it do? (Smoking that gas)
Heard that it's a problem, you wanna make the news? (Make the news)
What it do? What it do? (Do)
Chasing all this money, I ain't worried 'bout youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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LudacrisMan down

[Chorus]
This shit Ludacris
On the road with some bricks
Hop out shootin' shit
Pull up, pull up shootin’ shit
They don't know who this is
I could be anybody
Fuck around, catch a body
Robbin' is my hobby
Back then when Sosa had the Audi
Smoking so much loud, it’s cloudy
And me and Durk was on the block like shoppers
And back then we wasn't gettin' no munna
On the block, rest in peach J Munna
Better know it if you see me, it's a gun tucked
Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon up

[Verse]
Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon up
Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon bust
Better know it if you see me it's a gun tucked
Better know it if you see me then they gon bust
Fuck around, young nigga, we gon fuck it up
Brand new check, I’ma fuck it up
Get the money back, I’ma double up
Two for ten on the dope, shop with us
Hypes say yo' dope ain’t strong enough
Say you gettin' money, but the shit ain't long enough
This another nigga bitch, she don't belong to us
I don’t know who she is
She could be anybody
Probably fucked her, probably (probably)
Fuck with niggas, hardly (hardly)
Most of these niggas sorry (sorry)
I don't fuck with niggas, they sorry (sorry)
When you see me, know I got it on me (on me)
That mean I ain't by my lonely (my lonely)
I was raised to get that money
You was raised to be a dummy (dummy)
These niggas is actin' funny (funny)
Get the money and stack it, dummy (dummy)
Get the money and stack it, dummy (dummy)
[Chorus]
This shit Ludacris
On the road with some bricks
Hop out shootin' shit
Pull up, pull up shootin' shit
They don't know who this is
I could be anybody
Fuck around, catch a body
Robbin' is my hobby
Back then when Sosa had the Audi
Smoking so much loud, it's cloudy
And me and Durk was on the block like shoppers
And back then we wasn't gettin' no munna
On the block, rest in peach J Munna
Better know it if you see me, it's a gun tucked
Fuck around, young nigga, then I'm gon upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Seen or Saw (Remix)[Hook: Lil Reese]
I promise niggas bitches man, they gone tell it all
I promise to keep it real and still fuck with my dawgs
I always burn up, I can't change at all
I always burn up, i can't change at all
And when they switch up, I can't change at all
And when it go up, I don't know nothing, seen or saw
And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw
And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
I don't know nothing, seen or saw, Who talkin' to the law
Got a gun on me, don't test it
This bitch here it go off
Tryin' to stack my money up and buy a big ass crib
So I can build me a motherfuckin' golf, course
On the back of my shit, killas in the back of the whip
Flip by once, Flip by twice
I can't get no action for shit
Im'a go back to the script, and a nigga like me, me knowin' me
Im'a just stick to the script, im'a just stick to the script
Fuck a bitch and dip off the rip, R.I.P to my niggas not here
I'ma ride for my niggas that's here
War time with my niggas right here
It's going down with my niggas right here
[Hook: Lil Reese]
I promise niggas bitches man, they gone tell it all
I promise to keep it real and still fuck with my dawgs
I always burn up, I can't change at all
I always burn up, i can't change at all
And when they switch up, I can't change at all
And when it go up, I don't know nothing, seen or saw
And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw
And when it go down, I don't know nothing, seen or saw

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Young nigga fuck what ya seen, now they say you a witness
Never speakin' no evil so I just pray for forgiveness
We may trip and may stumble but never fall in these trenches
Once you're labeled a snitch, you may get wiped on suspicion
Never stand on the same [?] exercise my potential
Miss me with them Twitter rants and come and get this extended
I'm mighty might, [?]
I be down at the lot, European four door
Infatuated by the tales of the older dope boys
Years later look at me, I'm on my fourteenth Rolls Royce
Fairy tales is what they call it, I can tell you what I got
I really came up from the bottom so I take it off the top

[Hook: Lil Reese]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Small Talk[Chorus]
Small talk, save the convo
No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo
Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto
That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga
How the fuck you rockin' nigga?
You know how we rockin' nigga
I heard some funny shit about you
So I ain't fuckin' with you

[Verse 1]
Fuck the small talk, let's get money
'Lot of my shooters, boy, they on dummy
'Lot of my niggas, boy, they on dummy
That's why I all I think about is money
Boy, I'ma get it
Fuck niggas if they ain't with it
All my niggas, yeah they been with it
Cause a lot of niggas really bitches
Ain't came up where I came from
That's like me forgetting where I came from
Rolled up, go back where I came from
I won't switch up on my day ones

[Chorus]
Small talk, save the convo
No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo
Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto
That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga
How the fuck you rockin' nigga?
You know how we rockin' nigga
I heard some funny shit about you
So I ain't fuckin' with you
[Verse 2]
Know your role, no flexin' though
It's 300 just to let you know
With Lamron, they get everything whole
We erase a nigga just let you know
Chasing money, I ain't chasing hoes
24/7, yeah we on go
Yeah, we on go
Ain't playing roles
Niggas getting exposed
Most niggas hoe's
That's how it go
But I'm from the foe
I can't go, ask lil bro
He tote poles, we tote poles
He kick doors, we kick doors
On Lil Mo
Free Slick though
Homie ain't switch up for shit though
Fu niggas do fu shit though
Police grab me, what's this though?
Better know my mouth zipped though

[Chorus]
Small talk, save the convo
No, I ain't with the fuckin' convo
Keep talking, we gon pull up pronto
That's ASAP boy, like Rocky nigga
How the fuck you rockin' nigga?
You know how we rockin' nigga
I heard some funny shit about you
So I ain't fuckin' with youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sacrifices[Intro]
I put my life on the line for these streets
When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach
Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep
Yeah, hey

[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
I put my life on the line for these streets
When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach
Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep
When you have nothing at all, I let you eat
How you gon' say that you ain't never need us?
How you gon' change up on us with no reasons?
My brothers ain't the same, man I need 'em
This Bloodas shit forever, I can't leave them

[Verse 1: Lil Zay Osama]
We lost some brothers to the streets, 'member nights I couldn't sleep
'Member nights I let you in, and I ain't ask my OG
Nigga, I fed you, them niggas scared you
You came running to my crib for a pole, and I ain't trip, I sparred you
I wasn't out here just for me, I ride foreigns to get flee
Snatch and running out of stores, using steamers from the T
Me and Skud from the mud, he don't keep secrets from me
All them goals, I sacrificed my life for us to get some heat
I put my life on the line too many times
I went to jail, my [?], he dropped a dime
You take down me, I took you back too many times
When you ain't got no one to call, don't hit my line
[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
I put my life on the line for these streets
When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach
Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep
When you have nothing at all, I let you eat
How you gon' say that you ain't never need us?
How you gon' change up on us with no reasons?
My brothers ain't the same, man I need 'em
This Bloodas shit forever, I can't leave them

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
I don't fuck around in these streets
I don't fuck around in these streets
I don't fuck around in these streets, cause you know me
I don't fuck around in these streets, you know me
Running 'round in these streets (You know me)
You know me, I be running around in these streets
Still riding around, totin' heat
I don't fuck around in these streets
Came from the Jungle, so I be low-key
Niggas too police, watch how I be (Watch how I be)
When you don't see me (When you don't see me)
I'm still doin' me (I'm still doin' me) That's how I be
Tell my brothers watch over me, you know how I be
I don't fuck with a nigga if they don't fuck with me
Snake shit, boy, yeah I could see
How you change up me and blame me?
You changed up on me, and blamed me
Never been a goofy, nah that ain't me
Too many sacrifices in these streets
Niggas out here lost, thinking shit sweet
These the streets, ain't shit sweet
One call away when you need me
Acting like you ain't never had to call up me
[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
I put my life on the line for these streets
When you have ain't nobody to call, I was in reach
Too many sacrifices involved, I still creep
When you have nothing at all, I let you eat
How you gon' say that you ain't never need us?
How you gon' change up on us with no reasons?
My brothers ain't the same, man I need 'em
This Bloodas shit forever, I can't leave themEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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However[Intro]
How you want it anytime any place man
Just let me know huh huh
Huh huh that nigga don’t know
I said let nigga know some
That nigga know some

[Hook]
Anytime any place however you want it (want it)
Call the killers now push up on it (push up on it)
Call my killers now push up on it
Anytime any place however you want it (want it)
However you want it however you want it
However you want it however you want it
Anytime any place i said however you want it
Anytime any place i said however you want it
However you want it however you want it
However you want it however you want it
Anytime any place however you want it (want it)

[Verse 1]
Call my killers from the lamb let them get up on it
How you want it (how you want it) tell me how you
Want it how you want it I really pull up on you get
Up on it (get up on it) catch a nigga snoozing now
Watch me get up on it though I need some nigga
I don’t want it I don’t need nothin nigga I don’t
Want it (I don’t want it) how my homies pull up
With 30 packets now you need 30 doctors that’s
30 shots Wayne Vix Mad Max now all this ain’t
No movie but we go like that I said we know this
Ain’t no movie but we go like that
[Hook]
Anytime any place however you want it (want it)
Call the killers now push up on it (push up on it)
Call my killers now push up on it
Anytime any place however you want it (want it)
However you want it however you want it
However you want it however you want it
Anytime any place i said however you want it
Anytime any place i said however you want it
However you want it however you want it
However you want it however you want it
Anytime any place however you want it (want it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Fired Up(Intro)
Fired up, fired up, fired up
Fired up, fired up

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Send me a pic, stupid bitch, so I can see what I miss
And when I up this bitch and shoot, I ain't gon' miss
Like a jump shot and that, nothin' but swish
These niggas faker than these bitches, I don't take a risk
You met that bitch the first day, and you gave her a kiss
Ain't no tellin' where her mouth been, probably on dick
Seen that nigga in the hood, he jumped right on my dick
Now I can't say you out here, boy, you ain't with the shits
Got young niggas, young niggas that will up and shit
Niggas get to duckin', niggas get to flinchin' and shit
Niggas really ain't your mans, he on that frenemy shit
Hangin' with the opps, I ain't with that friendly ass shit
And if it ain't about the money you can miss me with it
Off the drink, high'd up, and it's my party, don't come through
You might get, fired up
You might get, fired up
Dead opps up in the woods, fat woods, fired up
Fired up
Please don't come through my block you might get, fired up
Fired up
Please don't slide down my block you might get, fired up
Fired up, fired up, fired up
Dumb bitch all up on my line got me, fired up
Fired up, fired up, fired up
Please don't serve down my block you might get, fired up
Fired up
Ten grams up in a backwood watch my nigga, fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
(Outro)
You feel me?
Slide down my block shit get very dangerous
Shit get very scary
Make shit very scary
Foe nemEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Dizzle Flex[Intro]
Free them guys, free them guys man (switch up)
Let's get it

[Chorus]
I don't fuck with niggas, you don't see me with 'em, don't ask nigga
I get my shit, I'm cool nigga, I ain't gon' brag nigga
Stay with the shit, still to get up on your ass nigga
Everyday I wake up, my main focus is cash nigga
Can't be like that nigga, run around like he that nigga
Knowing damn well he ain't that nigga
If he getting money then flex nigga
Flex, flex, flex, then flex nigga

[Verse]
I won't fuckin' stop until I get a jet nigga
Lookin' at my mans like where we at nigga
I popped a X nigga, I'm off a flat nigga
Floatin' I might take flight just like that jet nigga
And that bitch thought I was like her next nigga
Well I fucked her and passed her like the next nigga
Gettin' money all I know is fuckin' flex nigga
You want war, we want beef, what is that nigga?
Can't trust the police cause they ride around, they wack niggas
Got me thinking 24/7, stay strapped nigga
What the fuck is that, I thought they serve and protect niggas
I thought they serve and protect niggas
[Chorus]
I don't fuck with niggas, you don't see me with 'em, don't ask nigga
I get my shit, I'm cool nigga, I ain't gon' brag nigga
Stay with the shit, still to get up on your ass nigga
Everyday I wake up, my main focus is cash nigga
Can't be like that nigga, run around like he that nigga
Knowing damn well he ain't that nigga
If he getting money then flex nigga
Flex, flex, flex, then flex nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Depend on Me[Producer Tag]

Zen Beats

[Chorus]
I gotta depend on me
Can't ask bruh, that's me
That fame where I wanna be
I'ma do whatever for me, but I ain't fucked up in these streets
Gotta maintain, that's how I be
In my own lane, that's me
Keep a few niggas with me
No switchin' up, that's me
I don't know how you be
The bullshit they talkin, doesn't even come to my knee
I'm like a linebacker, don't run that shit by me
Where would I really be?
If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be?
If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be?
If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be?
If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be?
I gotta depend on me
I gotta depend on me

[Verse]
How would it really be, if I ain't depend on me?
You only know what you done heard
That means you ain't really see (nah)
Tellin' stories like you was in the streets
In my Glory, got a big ass heat
With me (with me)
Right up on my seat (my seat)
And they'll ride, nigga with me
And they'll slide, nigga for me
I'm gettin' money, all I see, and these hoes fuckin' for free
And these hoes fuckin' for me, for me (for me)
Just spent a cool band on a sneaks (some sneaks) for me
Put on a show, show me you a freak (you a freak)
Show me what I need to see
Make me forget about these hoes
People tryna stress me in these streets
So I could show you how I'm comin'
So I could show you the real me
Sit back and count all this money
Sit back and kill all these beats
Sit back and kill all these beats
So I could show you how I'm comin'
Kill all these beats
[Chorus]
Can't ask bruh, that's me
That fame where I wanna be
I'ma do whatever for me, but I ain't fucked up in these streets
Gotta maintain, that's how I be
In my own lane, that's me
Keep a few niggas with me
No switchin' up, that's me
I don't know how you be
The bullshit they talkin, doesn't even come to my knee
I'm like a linebacker, don't run that shit by me
Where would I really be?
If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be?
If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be?
If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be?
If I ain't depend on me, how would it really be?
I gotta depend on me
I gotta depend on meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Problems[Intro]
Got 30 for these problems
These fucking niggas don’t know no problems
These fucking niggas don’t know no problems

[Hook]
We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems
Heard that voice said he want this problems
He acting man that boy don’t want these problems
My niggas that run in and assault them
We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems
Heard that voice said he want this problems
He acting man that boy don’t want these problems
My niggas that run in and assault them

[Verse 1]
Herad that boy said he want these problems
He acting man that boy don’t want these problems
And we robbers and we gobblers he acting
Man that boy don’t want these problems
It’s a problem and we going to solve start
Run but I know a fuck nigga that’s your problem
Too busy worrying about the money now the
Bitches they are the problem and when it’s war
Time that’s when we load up top for all them ops
Who claim they ops fuck nigga I got like a sweet
Then I go hard pull out with a mad phone nigga
We spray sparkles sparkles
[Hook]
We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems
Heard that voice said he want this problems
He acting man that boy don’t want these problems
My niggas that run in and assault them
We got 30’s we got choppers for these problems
Heard that voice said he want this problems
He acting man that boy don’t want these problems
My niggas that run in and assault themEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Throwin Sum[Intro]
It ain't nun
It ain't nun (they throwin' sum)
They throwin' sum (they throwin' sum)
It ain't nun (they throwin' sum)
They throwin' sum

[Verse 1]
It ain't nun (it ain't nun)
They throwin' sum
All that talking man
I done heard too much
But that shit don't mean nothin'
Only my kids man
Yeah that shit that mean some
Got niggas actin' tough
Say they locked but he ain't did enough
Like you can't be touched
(What) Anybody can get touched

[Hook]
FTT I might just wear
Fuck realtion, fuck the gear
It ain't a nigga that I fear
Must be drunk off that damn beer
Like the reggie ain't seen yeah
I don't give a fuck about what you hear
Better not tweak
Don't come near
Up that heat if you come near
[Bridge]
Since a lil one I've been like this
Then I make this shit again
Then when imma go for the win
Seen Fredo leave he ain't coming back again

[Verse 2]
Seen too many leave
They ain't coming back again
Big guns like we in Pakistan
Heard he got booked why he out again
You speed to tell if a nigga ain't your mans
Gotta respect 'em
If you wanna win
Can't show nun but respect if you wanna win
Come through leave no witness
Seen sumn ain't of your business
You better not get in it
All my niggas with it
Make that call you finished
Tool in his mouth (in his mouth)
Like we the dentist (like we the dentist)
Why you think I'm in it
To fuckin' win it
We been on his ass
For a minute
[Outro]
(Tell that nigga stop it man. We been on his ass for like, a minute. Tell that for this nigga man, tell that bitchass nigga come outside man. Skrrt. Bop bow. Bitchass nigga. You know what the fuck it is man. Tell on david.)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Sets Droppin[Hook]
Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin'
These niggas get to actin'
Watch my nigga get to poppin'
Get to poppin', my niggas get to poppin'
Fingers up in the air and sets droppin'
Sets droppin', sets droppin'
Fingers up in the air and sets droppin'
Sets droppin', sets droppin'
Sets droppin', sets droppin'

[Verse 1]
A nigga trick with you, tell them act a fool, tell me what you gon' do
Go on, stand up be a pussy, nigga tell me what you gon' do
Bitch of course stand up nigga, tell me what u gon' do
Tuck u tellin' foe like a pussy nigga, man whats the use
Matter of fact, who is you
How you get up in this biz boy, you not with the 300 Crew
300 crew will blow at you
Free folks nem, move like them too
Can’t forget them, they was out here too
Fuck my bitch think I need two
Sets droppin' we pull up too
He gon' run and he is too
Play for keeps, not playin' with you
Got those bitches gon' spray you too
In this shit I’m stuck like glue
Rest in peace to Lil Mo too
You know I can’t forget my dude, and my other niggas too
L's
[Hook]
Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin'
These niggas get to actin'
Watch my nigga get to poppin'
Get to poppin', my niggas get to poppin'
Fingers up in the air and sets droppin'
Sets droppin', sets droppin'
Fingers up in the air and sets droppin'
Sets droppin', sets droppin'
Sets droppin', sets droppin'

[Verse 2]
I want some white trues I’m tee'd up on my block
A lot of niggas, a lot of thots, but I just love selling rocks
I just pulled up in that drop, my youngin' got that mop
Tryin' to rob, you get shot, 300 greases too hot
We got glizzies and them FNs, but them bitches got mops
Niggas thinking they on something, they gon' end up on fox
I don’t fuck with no opps, cause they always droppin'
Got a new chop call it Young Chop cause it’s always choppin'
But that 4-5 knockin', ain’t no boxes that we rockin'
Cookin' game we the hottest, we just found out what you coppin'
Now we all in your closet, we want it all ain't no stoppin'
And we with that gang shit that’s why we always The topic
L's
[Hook]
Fingers up in the air and sets get to droppin'
These nigga get to actin'
Watch my niggas get to poppin'
Get to poppin', my niggas get to poppin'
Fingers up in the air and sets droppin'
Sets droppin', sets droppin'
Fingers up in the air and sets droppin'
Sets droppin', sets droppin'
Sets droppin', sets droppin'EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Elementary[Chorus: Jusblow]
Been doing this shit since elementary
You ain't a ten year nigga then you ain't shit to me
I ain't yo homie I ain't yo bro you ain't kin to me
A lot of niggas they snake they call them frienemies
I be getting to the money man fuck my enemies
I only roll backwoods when I smoke my enemies
Stay busting off a flat, bitch I love that ecstasy
We been doing this shit since elementary

[Verse 1]
300
Just ask about me, bitch I'm really in the skreets (huh)
We been doing this shit since elementary (elementary bitch)
You ain't no fifteen year nigga you ain't shit to me (you ain't shit to me bitch)
Neck shot, headshot I leave his brains up in the skreets
Niggas be acting so crazy, although niggas ain't really so crazy
Who that lil bitch I then fucked yo o'lady
You don't work then yo dumb ass must be lazy
Rolling off 5th with bro nem we going crazy
All that hatin' shit that shit don't faze me
Fuck is you crazy her head amazing
But I would not chase bitch is so basic (huh)
And it's ten grams in the wood when I smoke my enemy (dead nigga)
All these niggas so fu, man I call 'em frienemies (fu nigga)
Who you, you just got up in the skreets (300)
Most niggas they bitches they ain't really in the skreets (nah)
[Chorus: Jusblow]
Been doing this shit since elementary
You ain't a ten year nigga then you ain't shit to me
I ain't yo homie I ain't yo bro you ain't kin to me
A lot of niggas they snake they call them frienemies
I be getting to the money man fuck my enemies
I only roll backwoods when I smoke my enemies
Stay busting off a flat, bitch I love that ecstasy
We been doing this shit since elementary

[Verse 2: Jusblow]
Been toting that forty since I was a shorty
When I was fifteen had a clip that was twice my age
Had a different gun for a different day
Shoot his block up different ways
I'm 100 x 6 ain't switching ways
In a foreign with yo bitch u be switching lanes
Smoked a new pack yo homie got cooked today
Keep a backwood when I roll I stay off my enemies
Want a feature from blow it's gone be about a key
When I was down on my ass man you wasn't friends with me
One shot headshot took him out like Kennedy
Baby these niggas ain't crazy
30 on me like I was born in the 80's
Racks in my pocket I know that they hate it
Telling mama I know I'ma make it
Way I was raised, they know I was gone take it
Alot of these rappers they lying, they faking
Loving that bitch but to me she so basic
Black on black crime so my Glock is so racist
[Chorus: Jusblow]
Been doing this shit since elementary
You ain't a ten year nigga then you ain't shit to me
I ain't yo homie I ain't yo bro you ain't kin to me
A lot of niggas they snake they call them frienemies
I be getting to the money man fuck my enemies
I only roll backwoods when I smoke my enemies
Stay busting off a flat, bitch I love that ecstasy
We been doing this shit since elementaryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Letz Do A Drill[Chorus:]
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill

[Verse 1:]
4 5 cocked back
Bullets flying like snapbacks
My niggas they round cats
Broski push his top back
That Irene that loud pack
Weed got my pockets fat
We posted up
We on that
We ridin' round, we getting that
Quick stain we hittin' that
64th and Normal be the block you can't miss that
Shooters we don't point
Bitch we ballin and we ain't miss shots
Fucked her, passed her to my dawgs
Whole team hit that
Little niggas they lying
They ain't drilling
They ain't shooting shit
Catch his ass lose a leg
Nike I'm the 30 back
Finna put my team on my back
I'm a running back
And I'll put my last up
That 300 ain't having that
We drilling shit
We drilling shit
Period
[Chorus :]
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill

[Verse 2:]
Just lost Dart so you know I'm going ludacris
Everybody strapped and they thirsty just to drill some shit
White Remy
No chasing
That's how I'mma do this shit
Bankroll shorty and your bitches wanna do my dick
Playing both sides
That's a bitch, where they do that at?
Kenn on the beat
Man I told him how I kill this shit
Gotta get respect just to get it
I'mma take this shit
I'mma play my part
You gone talk just to fuck the bitch
Saying fuck Lil Reesy
His mind must be off the shit
I ain't gotta talk
Broski smoke him cuz he's easy shit
L's up for Lil Mo'
Disrespect it we a do you quick
300 the movement bitch
L's up
Period
[Chorus: ]
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Exhausted[Intro]
Are we fuckin' through it yet?
I'm exhausted
I didn't get in the crib 'til six in the mornin', man
Shit, I ain't even wake up 'til six in the afternoon, man
Perc had me high as fuck, man
Damn

[Chorus]
That Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted
My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted
That loud got me exhausted, exhausted
Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted
That drink got me exhausted, exhausted
Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it
Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it
Exhausted, exhausted

[Verse]
Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it, can't call it
All these hoes keep calling (Callin') they lost it, get off me (Get off me)
Young nigga, I been ballin' (Ballin'), fuck niggas think I lost it (Lost it)
Fifty block down, Halsted (Skrrt)
Swaggin' up, and I'm saucin' (Saucin')
High as fuck, I be off it (Off it)
Got some real brothers that'll off you (Off you)
Supreme hoodie, shirt Off-White (Off-White)
I remember back then, had to sell white (Sell White)
Just so a nigga could stay right (Stay right)
Exhausted early, it's still daylight (Daylight)
She only wanna come around for the hype (Hype)
Get head and put it out for the night
[Chorus]
That Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted
My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted
That loud got me exhausted, exhausted
Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted
That drink got me exhausted, exhausted
Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it
Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it
Exhausted, exhausted

[Refrain]
Run up on me, best be cautious

[Verse 2]
Run up on me, best be cautious
Blow that bitch, no conscience
Fuck twelve and fuck your honor
Snitch niggas'll put you under
That's why I don't fuck with none of 'em
On point like Russ with that thunder
High as fuck off of ganja
That Tooka just put me under
Shoot it us, we don't stop 'til you honor
Hit a nigga all in his stomach
Perc 30 turned me to a monster
Might whack a nigga at my concert
[Chorus]
Perc got me exhausted, lean got me exhausted
My bitch got me exhausted, exhausted
That loud got me exhausted, exhausted
Can't pick up, I'm exhausted, exhausted
That drink got me exhausted, exhausted
Blowin' my phone up, this bitch lost it, she lost it
Too much shit got me exhausted, I'm off it
Exhausted, exhaustedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Kill Don’t Hurt[Intro]
Unh Unh Ohh yeah Ohh yeah
That's my word, that's my word, that's my word

[Hook]
I say something, that's my word
Catch your ass, we gon do your ass the worst
Calboy pulled out, he thirst
If he look fishy, imma shoot first
Imma hit the fuck nigga really where it hurts
You ain't from it boy, I'm really from the dirt
When I was fucked up, probably hit you for the work
I ain't had shit, I really had to work
Put the police on me, but it didn't work
Then tried to go against me, it really won't work
Tried to go against us, it really won't work
Somebody getting hurt, you better think first
You better think first, like this ain't gon work
These guns kill , they don't hurt (that's on david, aye)
Now these guns kill, boy they don't hurt

[Verse]
Stick to what I know, that's what I know
Most these niggas bitches, they gon fu
Reese boy I still ride around with that pole
In case these fuck niggas acting like they want smoke (let's go)
Act like you really about it, bitch you ain't gon blow
Nigga you know, that I know
All these dirty bitches, they gon go
Acting like you really about it, but you a hoe
Now we ain't putting in front, for these hoes (for them hoes)
Gotta get that money, I need them rolls
Man you different, You need them hoes
I was dolo ,since niggas don't know
Say they opps, they don't do shit, Cause them niggas they hoes
Ain't tell my telephone , they wanna see me fell off fool
Ain't gon go, I promise that's my word
Man that's my word
[Hook]
I say something, that's my word
Catch your ass, we gon do your ass the worst
Call boy pulled out, he thirst
If he look fishy, imma shoot first
Imma hit the fuck nigga really where it hurts
You ain't from it boy, I'm really from the dirt
When I was fucked up, probably hit you for the work
I ain't had shit, I really had to work
Put the police on me, but it didn't work
Then tried to go against me, it really won't work
Tried to go against us, it really won't work
Somebody getting hurt, you better think first
You better think first, like this ain't gon work
These guns kill , they don't hurt (that's on david, aye)
Now these guns kill, boy they don't hurtEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Not Gone Play[Intro]
Chopsquad
Lil bro shot in the crowd
I think he painted a nigga
The nigga came through with the tape
I think he wasted a nigga
Damn
Hold up, ay

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I ain't gone play with you niggas
I ain't gone play with you niggas
I'm not gone play with you niggas
Ain't finna play with you niggas
You know the niggas that's dying
I know the niggas that did it
I know the niggas that's solid
You know the niggas that's snitching
I ain't gone play with you niggas
I'm not finna play with you niggas
I ain't bout to play with you niggas
I ain't gone play with you niggas
Them niggas got you with you pussy
These niggas I got with me with it
It ain't no point in you hiding
I want you, I'ma come get you
I ain't gone play with you niggas
[Verse: Tee Grizzley]
I ain't gone play with you niggas
You know not to play with me, nigga
You know I been waitin' on niggas
You know where I'm takin' it, nigga
You upped a hoe on the gram (I'm on it)
I hope you ain't takin' her serious
We see em, we takin' them bitches
Took me some molly and slayed me a nigga
You know Gang-Gang dropped him
You ain't gone do shit about it
I got that K in my closet
Niggas don't want no drama
Not finna play with nobody
Not finna sit in no County
Call up a good bail bondsman
Know he got money in property

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I ain't gone play with you niggas
I ain't gone play with you niggas
I'm not gone play with you niggas
Ain't finna play with you niggas
You know the niggas that's dying
I know the niggas that did it
I know the niggas that's solid
You know the niggas that's snitching
I ain't gone play with you niggas
I'm not finna play with you niggas
I ain't bout to play with you niggas
I ain't gone play with you niggas
Them niggas got you with you pussy
These niggas I got with me with it
It ain't no point in you hiding
I want you, I'ma come get you
I ain't gone play with you niggas
[Verse: Lil Reese]
Creep up and lay on a nigga
I ain't finna play with you niggas
Have lil bro nem sprayin' at niggas
Your best bet just keepin' your distance cause me and my niggas we stay with them pistols
See you with them niggas that's hiding and I'm with them niggas sliding and riding
And when it's that time to ride, them niggas ain't gone be nowhere by your side
Never had a 9 to 5, I always hustled and got on my grind
And when it come to mine, nigga ain't taking none of mine
I ain't finna play with you niggas, I'ma shoot this bitch like 100 times

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I ain't gone play with you niggas
I ain't gone play with you niggas
I'm not gone play with you niggas
Ain't finna play with you niggas
You know the niggas that's dying
I know the niggas that did it
I know the niggas that's solid
You know the niggas that's snitching
I ain't gone play with you niggas
I'm not finna play with you niggas
I ain't bout to play with you niggas
I ain't gone play with you niggas
Them niggas got you with you pussy
These niggas I got with me with it
It ain't no point in you hiding
I want you, I'ma come get you
I ain't gone play with you niggasEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Crash[Intro: Don Q]
I smoke at least a zip before I, before I crash
Yeah, Don
I smoke at least a zip before I crash, before I crash
Yeah, yeah (yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Don Q]
I smoke at least a zip before I crash
We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax
Runnin' up them things my only task
Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass
Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad
Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed
I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash
But I chose to work up off my clip into my craft

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Thеse niggas greedy and envious
That's something I see from еxperience
I gotta compete through appearances
They thinking you weak when you generous
Can't no shit, can't blame with us
We gotta keep FN with us
Shit getting real tricky
We had just got to LA when they killed Nipsey
My body is still chilly
You can spread love and they still envy
Can't trust a soul, so no we ain't never friendly
You know we play with the drugs, know I ain't feel any, uh
I'm playin' with the drugs
Fuck the fame with the love
Hurricane in the club
I see hate in your blood
I see staines on the glove
Preachers because I got angels above, yeah
[Chorus: Don Q]
I smoke at least a zip before I crash
We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax
Runnin' up them things my only task
Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass
Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad
Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed
I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash
But I chose to work up off my clip into my craft

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
Everytime when I'm in the hood, 12 harassin' my ass
I want lots of cash
Ridin' around with the Glock, fuck a stash
12 get on me, high speed they ass
Going fast, na I ain't gon crash
Niggas police, I think they feds
You made your bed, lay in that bed
Niggas talkin' bout they really hate
That's old shit, we ain't going off that
That's some black and white, we got them facts
My nigga, what the fuck is that?
Knowing damb well I can't fuck with a rat
Knowing damb well it don't go like that
When I talk some shit, Imma speak the facts
Niggas out here on the corner with that
I need a lot of money for my daughters
That's facts
Rollin' up a lot of that exotic, back to back
Bitch we just smoke like so many zips
Brought like so many clips
In case a fuck nigga trip
[Chorus: Don Q]
I smoke at least a zip before I crash
We pitchin' on the strip like fuck the tax
Runnin' up them things my only task
Gotta lease them for my kids before I pass
Got a 9 year old that depend on her dad
Pulled over by patrol, I'm used to gettin' harassed
I'm dolo with that work, like I don't need a stash
But I chose to work up off my clip into my craftEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Welcome To the Get Back (Intro)Got my nigga Chase Davis on the beat
Welcome to the EP, feel me?
The Get-Back, Gang, you know?
I'm doin' this shit for my brothers
All my niggas I lost
My momma, my sisters, I'm doin' this shit for everybody
Can't forget nobody
I ain't leavin' nobody behind
But if you left me behind, that's on you
Or thought you left me behind, feel me?
The EP, The Get-Back, Gang
The Get-Back, Gang
The Get-Back, Gang
Get back, get back, get back, get back
Gang, gang, gangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Neck of da Woods[Intro]
Drum Dealers
All my niggas, we good
If it's an issue, get to it
Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it
Don't do it
Spvnk on the beat, hahahaha

[Chorus]
All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it
Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it
All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it
We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it
In my neck of the woods they be up to no good
All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it
Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could
I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good

[Verse 1]
Think it's good? (Think it's good?) Think it's good? (It ain't good)
It ain't good (It ain't good), I'm too hood (I'm too hood)
In the streets (In these streets) niggas not (Niggas not)
In my pocket (In my pocket) that's a knot (That's a knot)
Fuck these hoes (Fuck these hoes), fuck these thots (Fuck these thots)
Gotta focus (Gotta focus) on the guap (On the guap)
Where you been? I ain't seen you on the block
Is they fans? I don't know, or they opps
[Chorus]
All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it
Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it
All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it
We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it
In my neck of the woods they be up to no good
All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it
Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could
I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good

[Verse 2]
A nigga got killed on the nine, what happened?
That's them goofy ass opps, they be out there just cappin'
And me, I be snappin', gettin' to it and trappin'
They better not think it's that like they can't get caught in traffic
Like we don't love that gun play, on my grandma, they cappin'
The bitch took off her clothes without me havin' to ask her
I was playin' with them rolls, I was, totin' the poles
I was fuckin' them hoes, gettin' money, that's all I know

[Chorus]
All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it
Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, don't do it
All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it
We 'bout that issue, get to it (Get to it), get to it
In my neck of the woods they be up to no good
All my niggas, we good, if it's a issue, get to it
Don't leave, you'll wish you don't do it, a fuck nigga wish they could
I wish a fuck nigga would try something and think it's good1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Flex[Chorus]
Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin')
When you hot, all them hoes want somethin'
Flex (Flex, flex), get that check (Get that check)
Flex (Flex, flex), might fuck up my TEC (Might fuck up my TEC)
Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin')
When you hot, all them hoes want somethin'
Flex (Flex, flex, flex, flex), get that check (Get that check)
Flex (Flex), might fuck up that TEC (Might fuck up that TEC)

[Verse]
Back then a nigga ain't had none, boy, I come from nothin' (I come from nothin')
Hit a nigga in the head or the arm or the leg if he think we bluffin' (If he think we bluffin')
Doubted me for the last time, well, lil' bitch, I'ma show you somethin' (I'ma show you somethin')
I count about my long, no fake friends, no nothin' (No nothin')
When the shit get tough, when the shit get rough, who gon' be there for you? (Who gon' be there for you?)
Who gon' watch your back? I'm speakin' facts, who gon' be there for you? (Who gon' be there for you?)
Kill 'em, quick-fast in a hurry (In a hurry)
Drop thirty on a nigga like Curry (Like Curry)
If you think I'm sweet, show no mercy (Show no mercy)
Hit a lick, I mighta been thirsty (Thirsty)
'Cause, you know, back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin')
Bust some shells so we kept a nigga runnin' (Runnin')
Turned nothin' to somethin' (To somethin')
Hit a nigga in the dice game for forty thou' like it ain't nothin'
[Chorus]
Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin')
When you hot, all them hoes want somethin'
Flex (Flex, flex), get that check (Get that check)
Flex (Flex, flex), might fuck up my TEC (Might fuck up my TEC)
Back then a nigga ain't had nothin' (Nothin')
When you hot, all them hoes want somethin'
Flex (Flex, flex, flex, flex), get that check (Get that check)
Flex (Flex), might fuck up that TEC (Might fuck up that TEC)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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L’s Bitch[Intro Talking: Lil Reese and Lil Durk]

Johnnyjuliano.com
Say Reese, whats crackin broski? What is is B?
And tell these niggas how u finna get up on this track
Bang Bang Stupid Lamron the Movement, Man what's really good?
R.I.P Moski Broski niggas already know what it is man
220 300 shit man ya dig L’s crazy you bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Reese Money over hitta Lamron killas in the whip
Spitting Game to ya main bitch yeah im all in her ear
Swag jumpin out the gym so you know I got hella gear
And if that nigga talking slick go grab the 40 knock his brim
And that bitch know we be ballin Lamron Thuggin over here
Shooting bangers every angle yeah you know my shit is pure
R.I.P to Moski Broski folks ain't even see us here
Sold out cuz imma boss and just like he was here
Fifty of that kushy kushy Mary Jane im lookin where?
You should call yourself LeBron James cause it just ain't ya year
Try to play me like a stain my chain is like a chandelier
Two up in his face rearranged his fucking whole appeal

[Dialogue: Lil Reese & Lil Durk]
Johnnyjuliano.com
And Durk man how you finna do this shit man
You gotta do that shit like I just did
I ain’t even going to lie to you broski I gotta do it on some 300 shit
300 Man straight 300 man we real 300 real nigga shit
It's only one way to do it man BBG 220 shit ya dig
220 shit man reall nigga shit man L's Bitch (echo)
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Nigga yeah I heard of him word around I be that man
BBG 220 shit keep the green like Peter Pan
Hate it when I reap the land Flyer than an eagle's span
Keep the rims on daily inch, keep the regal aiming 10
Reese Money ride with me don't no groupies ride with me
All the roofies tired of me cuz I dont let them ride wit me
This money boy I gotta see you ain't seen what I done seen
Police try to beat on me beamer black like Rodney King
Swagger on now we the best fuck wit me i'll leave em left
They said that I stole his life so his people call me death
Can't jack im 079 burden law upon the grind
And my nigga Pooh Pooh repping that 069 Bitch!
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Team ( Supa Savage )( Hook )
Who got that drink, I need that drink (that drink)
Who got that smoke, I need that stink (that stink)
Oh that's your bitch? That girl fucking the team (the team)
Oh that's your girl? That bitch fucking the team (the whole team) (X2)

( Verse 1 )
Who got that drink, who got that drink?
That shit that you stir up and it turn pink
I'm on my block and bitch I do my thing
Catch a opp in traffic we gone do our thing
Catch me off in traffic bitch I got that nen, that dean
Pull up on your block fucking lay the scene
Pull up on your block and make a bitch sing
300 shit and OTF, bitch thats the team, what you mean?
Hit a nigga with the macs, we don't really give a fuck
We out here on the grind and we'll stick yo' ass up
Your ass a stain boy, you ain't nothing to us
You might as well give it up when we running up

( Hook )

( Verse 2 )
Ride around with 30's, them my favorite things
Fuck that drink we out here and we ain't playing the same
Better make it count, don't shoot if you ain't got aim
My niggas on your ass and best believe they got aim
We ain't playing fair, that mean that ain't the same
Different leader, different league, that's a different gang
OTF and 300 that's what I claim
GBE and 300 that's what I claim, you a lame
Get banged, where I'm from we got aim
Shoot a nigga with that thing and run up in his thing
You a stain, my niggas they no fucking lames
We don't play no games, we only aim for the brain
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Let’s Do A Drill (Remix)[Chorus: Lil Reese]
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
4 5 cocked back
Bullets flying like snapbacks
My niggas they round cats
Broski push his top back
That Irene that loud pack
Weed got my pockets fat
We posted up
We on that
We ridin' round, we getting that
Quick stain we hittin' that
64th and Normal be the block you can't miss that
Shooters we don't point
Bitch we ballin and we ain't miss shots
Fucked her, passed her to my dawgs
Whole team hit that
Little niggas they lying
They ain't drilling
They ain't shooting shit
Catch his ass lose a leg
Nike I'm the 30 back
Finna put my team on my back
I'm a running back
And I'll put my last up
That 300 ain't having that
We drilling shit
We drilling shit
Period
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Lil Durk, why these niggas despret?
Back to put them in a strecher
I gotta [?]
[?] bullets [?]
Watch the chains look like a freezer
Your bitch gone, she an eater
[?] diva [?]
[?]
Kush so strong [?]
Do a drill, I call up Reese
300 we hit a [?]
Killing shit, drilling shit, if you saying you with the shit
Killing shit, with the shit, I'm in this shit
Lamron, crazy bitch, tryna put the team on
Dropping bombs on the opps, [?]
30 from a block away, tryna [?] hoe
[?]
I'm killing shit, I'm killing shit
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drill
Let's do a drill
Let's do a drill, let's do a drill, let's do a drillEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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OutroWrap this shit up
The GetBackGang
GetBackGang shit, you know how we rockin'
Y'all know how we comin', man
Just, shit, been pushin' myself to go a little harder, you feel me?
I been in the streets
I can't relate to a lot of niggas
Feel me?
Lost a lot of niggas to this street shit
Got to get that get-back, no matter what the situation is
That get-back, be the best part about everything
I love me some get-back
When a nigga think it's over with, and you come right back (haha)
That's that fuckin' get-back for him, man
GetBack, GANG!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Thats that shit we on (Lil reese verse only)Lil Reese verse:

300 shit i'm with that shit thats that shit we on if you nah really with that shit get the fuck gone
My youngins boss crowns, my youngins at your door, home invasion hitting liks we been in your home
Nah Thats that shit we on, nah Thats that shit we on, only thing i blow is loud bitch i love strong
Your bitch she give me dong, your bitch she give me dong,300 shit i'm with the shit and i get you gone
And you wanna see that holmes, 300 yeah that my homies, i'm walking on the block with this fucking crown
Crown. on the block shooting dice (?)
And is that maffia shit we sin it thats that shit we onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Trip[Intro: Lil Reese]
Cash Money AP
Shit
I couldn't even fuck these hoes
[Unknown]
I ain't had the rolls, I ain't had shit
I ain't had the rolls

[Chorus: Lil Reese]
I remember niggas had it, I ain't had shit (I ain't had shit)
Couldn't even fuck these hoes, couldn't even hit a bitch (hit a bitch)
But that's just how it goes, so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip)
I had to make it back so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip)
Took a trip to Arizona had to take a trip (had to take a trip)
Took a trip to Cali had to make a trip (had to make a trip)
Made my money back, double double, made it flip (flip!)
Made my money back, triple triple, made it flip (flip!)

[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Fuck that bitch kickеd her out over herе
All my niggas gon' ride over here
That's a hundred shots, fired over here (brrap!)
Out south everyday, outside over here
I be with my kind (my kind!)
We don't tote nines (nah!)
Extendo that's my kind
Since I fucked her she said I been on her mind
Yeah we still on our grind
Killing these niggas tryna take my shine
Bust a lick, make a move, now we out of town
I'ma make a lotta money bitch that's on my mind (my mind)
All that fu shit, miss me, ain't got time (nah!)
Shoutout to the real niggas who ain't [unknown] just did they time (they time)
I knew a lot of niggas that switched up actin' like they bang
Okay that's cool, that's fine (that's fine)
[unknown] that'll drop a dime (snitch)
They gone switch up for the fame (fame)
See a dollar switch up every time (every time)
[Chorus: Lil Reese]
I remember niggas had it, I ain't had shit (I ain't had shit)
Couldn't even fuck these hoes, couldn't even hit a bitch (hit a bitch)
But that's just how it goes, so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip)
I had to make it back so I ain't even trip (I ain't even trip)
Took a trip to Arizona had to take a trip (had to take a trip)
Took a trip to Cali had to make a trip (had to make a trip)
Made my money back, double double, made it flip (flip!)
Made my money back, triple triple, made it flip (flip!)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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Kids In The Ghetto[Intro]
Since a kid in the ghetto
I don't care about that
That's a well-known fact, That's a well-known fact
If you're a fucking rat, don't talk to me
Even if I know you since a kid in the ghetto
I don't care about that
That's a well-known fact, That's a well-known fact
Alright

[Hook]
Goofy stop playing, you gon get your dumbass stretched
It's too much acting, I ain't with that, leave your dumbass stretched
She off X, make her give me neck, fuck that sex
Fuck that sex, I want neck, while counting up a check
My bro in line, bitch he say he next
Talks they facts, I don't fuck with a rat
Even if you know us since kids in the ghetto, I don't care about that
That's a well-known fact, nigga
That's a well-known fact

[Verse]
Where you from, you don't get respect
Where I'm from, bitch I got too much respect
Ride down the block, put the shit on flet
I was shooting 2-2-3, that bitch was big as shit
That's how I mess, shorty all on my face
Trynna give me a kiss, but I don't kiss on a bitch
We kick doors, we hit licks
If i'm on my last, I don't ask for shit
Imma get it out the mood, that's how I get
Ain't see em in two years, and I still ain't switch
Heard a lot of niggas talkin, and I still ain’t hear shit
Put my trust in me, cause I’m as real as it gets
He look like he be talkin, he might tell on some shit
12 hit the spot, he was out so quick
Real Nigga and a snitch, nah that shit don’t mix
But nowadays they actin like that shit exist
Might take me a flight, don't come back for shit
You know i'm landing out with a band dip
Still with my niggas 4-4 across the town
I'm trynna win the trip
[Hook]
Goofy stop playing, you gon get your dumbass stretched
It's too much acting, I ain't with that, leave your dumbass stretched
She off X, make her give me neck, fuck that sex
Fuck that sex, I want neck, while counting up a check
My bro in line, bitch he say he next
Talks they facts, I don't fuck with a rat
Even if you know us since kids in the ghetto, I don't care about that
That's a well-known fact, nigga
That's a well-known fact1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy