Gangsta Art Album Lyrics

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Gangsta Art

(Yo Gotti & Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label & 42 Dugg & EST Gee & Mozzy & Lehla Samia & Blac Youngsta)

(feat. 42 Dugg & EST Gee & Mozzy & Lehla Samia & Blac Youngsta)

Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this much money with no issues
Know what I'm sayin'?
You never seen this many big dawgs come together, nigga
Yeah

Extortion still exists (yeah)
Orchestrate the blitz
When we was kids, I thought that corner'll make me rich
It's forfeit 'til I'm torched 'cause that mean more to me than this bitch
Give a f*ck about your hustle, that don't mean more to me than these skits (yeah)
Scorin' up with these sticks, if you don't pour enough, I ain't sippin'
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be subbin' me in yo' mentions
Bitch, you givin' the feds assistance
They be givin' the feds descriptions
I'm bangin' the red division
My brother ain't here to sip with me
So, I'm pourin' out red prescription
These niggas ain't get no chicken
They scared of jail, they scared of riskin'
These niggas ain't sendin' no hits
They sendin' attempteds, that's the difference

Yeah
You niggas got me bent
Thinkin' that I'm goin', like I ever went (thinkin' that I'm goin' or somethin')
On the phone with Chase, locked my account, I'm like, the hell I spend?
One thing I ain't know is how it'd go when the feds hit (I ain't know that)
Same feelings yo' man get
Chop' hit his top and his dreads twist (you know that)
Playin' cool, they playin' you like a fool
I learned my lesson (I learned my lesson)
No to tellin'
No luck bein' in these streets without yo' weapon
PJ trailin', ridin' through my section
I better not feel threatened
He was pussy, wet him, I'm protected
That's my contraceptive
Nigga, what you tryna do?
It's already come down to
When they huddled up against us
Draco knock they crowd loose
All these trials never break me down
These the last two yerks, I chewed them first before I found dude
Ridin' through, yeeky on my lap, cars back to back
Nigga run up, he heard, "Blatt"
He gon' die if he don't shoot back
And there's so many niggas whacked
He must not wanna get me back
My opps so pussy, nigga might not do nothin' to me if I left

Day's been cold, just like my wrist
(Every picture I paint must be vivid) I'll be used to, I
Paint these words just like my whips
(Blood, sweat and tears on the canvas)
What you know 'bout gangsta's art? (Go)

Never got nowhere bein' the nice guy (nah)
Yeah I got it, but just know the price high (up)
Prada model, I came out the house fly
Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (frrt)
Diamonds sluggin', I'm back to my old ways (ayy)
Tinted Phantom gettin' chauffeured by Jose (skrrt)
Book me out the states, they gotta translate
How could niggas think we on the same page? (Huh)
Everybody gon' shine together
We grind together
Get caught, do the time together (gang)
Bitch, I'm a rebel, this a fraternity
Throwin' up signs, I be with the steppers
Millionaire at a early age
This the lifestyle of the young and paid
I done took my talent to the global stage
Look at him pourin' drank at the VMAS
Stickin' to the same rules (what's that?)
No new friends, same old dudes
Got no receiver, paid all dues
Should've went diamond, I dropped jewels
Underneath my pillow where the AR be
Paint a ugly picture, gangsta A-R-T
In a SRT with a H-O-E
In a AUG (three letter), CMG

Day's been cold, just like my wrist
(Hello, this is a pre-paid collect call from) I'll be used to, I
(An inmate at) paint these words just like my whips
(This call is subject to recording, and monitoring)
What you know 'bout gangsta's art? (To accept charges, press one)

Judge just gave my young nigga a gnat, hope I ain't next
Prosecutor been readin' my messages, she got me stressed and shit
Run off, I better not catch the bitch
Fell out with my bestest mans
I done dodged a few broad days, shout out that F&N
"Dugg, did what?" Bitch, guess again
Prices drop, I'm taxin' still
Why you rat, I'm askin' Will?
Why you rat, I'm askin' G?
Youngin' turned me G, and Drezz
Stack my money and have some kids
Gotti did just what it is
Cmg a hundred years

Day's been cold, just like my wrist
I'll be used to, I (it was another dangerous night in Memphis)
Paint these words just like my whips
(With police responding to multiple shootings across the city)
What you know 'bout gangsta's art? (Community activists tried to make the city safe)

Feds wanna know my whereabouts
You get a headshot
Go against this, ya leg shot
Young nigga pulled up in a Demon with that choppa
He a demon, you get a red dot
Real gangster outta Memphis
Book me for a show, I'm doin' every slot
Mama told me she can picture me
on the front row of the Grammys with my legs propped (yeah)
2015, I was burnin' lights in the Hellcat (Hellcat)
Bought my dog a Scatpack
He crossed me out, so I fell back (facts)
When the bum land, he say it didn't land
But, you know I smell that (what's that?)
He sold his soul to the devil when he tried to sell that (I want your soul)

Day's been cold, just like my wrist
I'll be used to, I
Paint these words just like my whips
What you know 'bout gangsta's art?

Label full of feelings, all our entourage gellin' (real shit)
I'll give a pack to my niggas if they ain't sellin' (woo)
And, I'll risk it all with my niggas 'cause they ain't tellin' (they ain't tellin')
First, you get the money, then I mail it
First, you roll the Trufflez then inhale it
My bitch like Keisha off a Belly (Belly)
Vacuum seal the pack, you can't smell it (woo)
That's a ton in the truck, you can't mail it
I been eatin' spaghetti with the lobster (lobster)
Nigga, I'm a motherf*ckin' mobster
CEO that's runnin' with the robbers
We get paid on time, they don't want no problems
Platinum plaques and choppers (choppers)
They made the news and the charts
Who turned this gangsta shit into a art? Us
CMG

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Steppers

(Yo Gotti & Moneybagg Yo & 42 Dugg & EST Gee & Mozzy & Blac Youngsta & CMG The Label)

(feat. EST Gee & Mozzy & Blac Youngsta & CMG The Label)

(30 on me, I'ma cut a fool)
Callin' all the steppers to the front
Get ready for the show, ayy, it's on (now, get ready for the show)
We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always on the one, I'm at the front)
They ain't think Ric was comin' home (now, no one has to know)
Callin' all the ragers to the front (come on)
Now, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)
I'm always number one, I'm at the front (bitch)
Now, no one has to know

Ah, ugh, ugh, go
Step how you want me to step for you, don't be no crash dummy
I ain't gon' tell you do nun' I wouldn't do (nope), I'm just bein' a hunnid
Push for me the same way I push for you
In the streets your credit good until it ain't (facts)
No snitchin', won't tell the truth
Sky blue coupe, I drop the roof (stretch)
Bought a lil' puppy for my boo (nah)
You can see my shit through the tint
Ask Johnny, five thousand a tooth
Spanish bitch call me, "Papi chu"
Free my lil' doggy, cut 'em loose
While they at it, free Shiesty Pooh
Heavy steppin' on shit like boots (Bagg)

Yeah, ain't nobody know nothin' but niggas still told
Yola, real snow, put half on it and it's still strong
Stressin' searchin' through my dresser drawer, all my pills gone
You did it first, I came through, did it worse so I don't feel wrong
Rico tried to warn me 'bout a cross over the jail phone
Sprayin' Magic on the envelope, we put his mail on
Shirt off when I skrrt off, need the Lamb' rose
Brodie was my friend since we was kids, we was sharin' clothes
Still give 'em a head stone, nigga

Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch sum'n)
Now, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)
I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah, duh)
Now, no one has to know (free Budd)
Callin' all the steppers to the front (step for me)
Now, get ready for the show (stretch sum'n, stretch sum')
We always number one when shit get thumped (ah, duh)
Now, no one has to know (free Budd)

Ayy, I'm back, bitch, and I still like to smack shit
Whack shit, might leave a couple up in Saks Fifth
F*ck 'em if he ain't with me, not the West, I'm from the East
Stretch sum'n and get up with me, you know that we pay our tabs
On the dash, still droppin' fives, one of one, I cop 'em fast
Track' or 'Cat, I'm speedin', nigga, kill me 'fore I need a nigga
Who said we was even, nigga? '09, I was readin', nigga
'010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga

Diamonds crazy, niggas fugazi, I ain't never been lazy
Count up the million, hand for hand, band for band or gram for gram
I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'
I can go mansion for mansion, I can go acres in land
I just bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta
Pull up in the valet in a lemonhead Phantom
Yeah, I'm big Gotti, never sleepin' on the business (wake up)
Callin' all the gangsters to the front, perfect attendance
Yup, big (Gotti)

Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch sum'n)
Now, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)
I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah, duh)
Now, no one has to know (free Budd)
Callin' all the steppers to the front (step for me)
Now, get ready for the show (stretch sum'n, stretch sum')
We always number one when shit get thumped (ah, duh)
Now, no one has to know (free Budd)

Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)
Yo' niggas couldn't tote you too much baggage they backdoor you
Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? I ho you (blow your brains)
I take out your whole bloodline like I'm supposed to, I don't know you (gang, gang)
Spin the block, knock the fans out the window, you hear the chop' (woo)
That's the mop, set you up with a bitch, look like Vivica Fox (pussy)
He went for the plot so she took him down for a AP watch (ice)
Sliced him with a blade, in his own crib, make the neighbors watch

Drop a ten, we gon' box him in soon as she drop a pin
You know my money good, tell lil' bruh, "Lock that in" (lock that in)
Gotta hand the 'migos passes, you is not my kin
It's either death or jail with us, this shit is not gon' end
We steppin', modify the weapons
Idolized the steppers willin' to die behind their sections
Catch him, that's a blessin' 'cause niggas ain't outside
You calculatin' attempteds, you must be out your mind, free all the guys, yeah

Callin' all the steppers to the front (callin' all the rangers to the front)
Now, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)
I'm always number one, I'm at the front
Now, no one has to know

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Paparazzi

(Yo Gotti & EST Gee & CMG The Label & Blac Youngsta)

(feat. Blac Youngsta)

Yeah
(FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

He must thought this shit was sweet, but it's a sour patch (sour patch)
Yankin' all through Tennessee, lost police like a hour back
He gon' get found hit up, if he diss us, that's how I'll react
AR out the window, make this trigger clap like jumpin' jacks
It's gon' be a killin' if we found out that you f*ck wit' that
Get low, I shoot this pole, tryna make him limbo, no hittin' back (ain't no hittin' back)
You heard somethin' 'bout it, I can take you where they do it at (take you where they do it at)
They don't want no Zaza, this where snorters and them shooters at
Raw, I mean, I started wit' a ball and flipped to two, three zaps
Silly fool, kickin' it wit' dude like you ain't know he rat (you ain't know he told?)
You got picks and choose, I ain't got no picks, all of 'em get this clip (all of 'em get this gun)
I up this blick and I shoot, I ain't gon' miss now when he talk he spit (when he talk he spit)
Playin' tough, nigga, you been a bitch like when he walk he switch (like when he walk his switch)

(Yeah boy, I heard you been a bitch, you probably take 'em)
Ayy, this that slidin' music (yeah)
Grab yo' blick, go hit the switch, somebody dyin' to it
Some of these niggas ain't killers, they actually murderers, they really in fifth (fifth)
I seen a nigga poppin' ecstasy (what?), blame the body on a pill (damn)
Bitch tried to hurt me (hurt me)
I popped a perky (perky), bitch, I'm good (I'm good)
Numb to the pain (I am), my feelings don't even exist (at all)
Really if it's 'bout a bitch nigga (yuh), why it's all the rich niggas?
Executive drug dealer, who the f*ck raise you niggas? (Who that)
You ain't never watch 48 Hours? (Huh?)
You don't understand the law of power? (Do you?)
I cherish this thing of ours
Let me go and give my niggas they flowers (lets get it)
Rollie, Rollie, Richard, AP, can't buy time in these streets
Don't put time in these freaks, everybody shine, just not me
Who you ever help, nigga? (Who?)
You only 'bout yourself, nigga (facts)
You ain't a boss, you ain't got a trait
You ain't a boss, you ain't got the vision
You seen this shit when I was in the kitchen
Turned around then I went and did it

Walkin' out of each state, wit' a choppa on me (choppa on me)
Damn, first it was the feds, now paparazzi on me (paparazzi on me)
(Yeah, first it was the feds, now paparazzi on me)

Headshot, bury him, dug him up, turn around, do it again (gang, gang, gang, gang)
I'm too consistent wit' murder, my shotters gon' do him in (baow, baow, baow)
When I up this .5, niggas gon' sing just like a violin
Bitch, you cross yo' head, yo' mammy, she gon' miss her chile then (pussy)
I could go retarded wit' the Draco, I put you to shame (pussy)
Nigga play wit' me one time, I swear that lil' shit cost his brain (pussy)
Walk 'em down, certified, streets'll tell you 'fore I got the fame
Switches on my Glock, all my young niggas, shit, I ain't got no aim
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Walkin' out of each state, wit' a choppa on me (choppa on me)
Damn, first it was the feds, now paparazzi on me (paparazzi on me)
(Yeah, first it was the feds, now paparazzi on me)

That's crazy
First it was the feds, now paparazzi on me
That's crazy G, yerr
They still takin' pictures though

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Rocky Road

(Moneybagg Yo & Kodak Black & CMG The Label)

Over and out
Talk to 'em

I'm lookin' at my watch, I think it's time for me to go
I been posted on this block too long somebody gon' call the 'trols
Swallowin' all the dope, think I'm on four
Tryna get to my ho, but the Perkies got me froze
Been doin' my baby mama wrong and leavin' her at home
I can not leave you on your own, we made this child together
Nina in my pocket goin' down this rocky road
Runnin' out of options you the only one that rode

I'm the one that didn't fold, all them other niggas hoes
Out there standin' by the pole, sellin' dope to buy some clothes
'Cause I knew that attract the hoes, until one left my heart so cold
I just didn't know no better, made me hard on the next one (forever)
Ari want another baby but I'm too busy chasin' paper
Well, maybe, not right now perfect timin' might come later
If that's yo' nigga push 'bout him, shouldn't be no favor for a favor
"Stand on business, leave no witness," told them members that verbatim (word for word)

Feel like we trapped
We in the trap, we on parole
How the hell we not gone tote this Glock when y'all be tryna kill us?
In the back of the Maybach, I'm tryna dodge the killers
Down here the killers the cops, I can handle my opps

Don't know who killed Nuski, we just know it's a opp
Every nigga claimin' the body just want clout and some props (stripes)
Found out where they been put up tryna put 'em on FOX (news)
Dosed off and had a dream I paid an M for the drop (snooze)
I been all around the world but still my ear to the streets (still there)
Put restrainin' orders on me, that ain't P that's police (12)
Hard to get from out that water when you dive in too deep (swim)
I been runnin' with some gremlins yellin' KTB
Glee

I f*ck with CMG, them boys like family to me
When I'm in Tennessee I ain't even gotta call Bagg for the weed
Shit so flaky, hold on now everybody solid you and me
This generation so f*cked up they go off envy and greed
You for yourself ain't 'bout yo' team, I already know what it be
I'm on dope and lean, sometimes I mix the slow with the speed
I self reflect and think 'bout life as a teen
I hit the meth when we had ran out of E
Man, I just got shot but the flock came
Think in 2014, I was wearin' a block chain
None of my niggas dead they just in the feds (free the guys)
None of my niggas died, we the ones slayin' eyes (spin and slide)

I'm grievin' a lil' different, been on nothin' but bullshit lately (lately)
I ain't felt no love in months, my heart been runnin' off of hatred (f*ck you)
In touch with higher, power prayin' Lil A beat these cases (amen)
Ain't goin' for extortion want some' from me come and take it (bitch)
I'm eight hours ahead, you niggas eight figures behind
If this shit come down to it I know lil' bruh gone shoot that iron
Always told them what was up can't say I left them in the blind (nope)
You cap, you lyin' I'm scrapped I'm firin', you dyin' (bah)
Comin' down from off of six, Wockesha make me so mean
Puttin' work in behind the scenes tryna keep my face clean (clean)
I been hangin' with blue hunnids 'cause these niggas too green
I tote the city on my back, it put a strain on my spleen (hurt)
I put the city on my back, it put a strain on my spleen

Mmm, I been sippin' on my sins, I'm right back drinkin' this lean

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G Code

(Mozzy & CMG The Label)

(Let the beat ride out, Leo)
OG told me real is rare, nigga, I ain't never forgot it
What's poppin'?
Yeah
Child of the trenches, nigga
G-O-D, niggas can't stand next to me, nigga
Not with them shit stains on your jacket, nigga
Uh
You ain't kill nothin'
I'ma pour this anesthesia so I don't feel nothin'
Pebble Beach
Yeah

When Zoe died you ain't get out here and kill nothin'
I'ma pour this anesthesia so I don't feel nothin'
Overprotective about E Mozzy, that's my lil' bousin
They can't control the hate within 'em but they still love us
Train ain't wanna sell me zips 'cause I was still a youth
And Auntie Nita kicked me out behind that .22
Baby J and Mac June, now it's me and Truth
Was buyin' bubbles 'fore I ever got to see a booth
Before twin turned informant, he had niggas spooked
And after Snailz went to jail, it was just me and Good
You ain't from the P that I bang if you don't 'member Jules
Fat Dave and Fat James, that's when shit was bool
We start acceptin' goofy niggas and they switched the rules
Deezie boy, Manny man slash gutta dude
Ja'll never be forgotten, you know I love you, fool
Went to the wall behind that .45 he brung to school
First year in Sac High, I was done with school
We was on Daray every day, Tyesh'll vouch for that
We was shootin' house parties up, ain't never counter back
We was jumpin' out throwin' yeekies, they never found the strap
When Freddie tucked the thing in the lo', Hus went down for that
And he ain't say who it was, we was proud of that
Me and Scheme tootin' Peruvian, real powder pack
And I'm in tears about that shit, I want my partner back
I just wanna put my scraper up to mama Fatz
Her door was always open, that was all we had
Grandma Lina lived on fourth, that's what we called the ave'
I know some niggas bangin' Fourth, that never walked the ave'
I know some niggas bangin' Treys, ain't never played the market
They in the club with all the suckers 'cause they ain't a target
This nigga baby mama told him, I'm her favorite artist
Like he don't know I used to f*ck her at my granny house
Lil' Bran need a blammy, through him hand me down
They say that fire pen'll frrt if you set it down
Ayy, I'm a product of the slums 'cause wasn't a man around
And you need structure when you young, I understand it now
They want me dead so I can never put this cannon down
As far as snitchin' it's niggas takin' the stand aloud

I ain't think so, violated G-code
It's a handful of real niggas we gon' need more
It's a handful of real niggas but we need more
It's a handful of real niggas but we need- (ah)
I ain't think so, violated G-code
It's a handful of real niggas but we need more

When Zoe died you ain't get out here and kill nothin'
I'ma pour this anesthesia so I don't feel nothin'
Overprotective 'bout E Mozzy, that's my lil' bousin
They can't control the hate within 'em but they still love us
Train ain't wanna sell me zips 'cause I was still a youth
And Auntie Nita kicked me out behind that twenty-two
Baby J and Mac June, now it's me and Truth
Was buyin' bubbles 'fore I ever got to see a booth
Was buyin' bubbles 'fore I ever got to see a booth
Baby J and Mac June, now it's me and Truth
Was buyin' bubbles 'fore I ever got to see a booth

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See Wat I'm Sayin

(Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label)

(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)

See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
First they want smoke (who?)
Now they just playin'
Nigga real hoes (you)
Know what I'm sayin'? (That's what I'm sayin')
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
Tryna f*ck me soon as I land (uh)
Turn her out, she rep' my brand (go)

Four bitches can fit in the Phantom
I be with Baby when I'm in Atlanta
Since I got money, they callin' me handsome
I fell in love with this girl, she a dancer (uh, who?)
I think her name was Brianna (ow)
I get mad at the ho, blocked her number
Head was trash, so I had to dump her (dump her)
Left her assed out like Madona (go)
Get it in by the load, break it down, sell it whole
Either way, I'm doin' numbers (real shit)
Twenty Ms to the good, I need some more
Tryna bust the clock for a hunnid (Ms)
Smashin' this nasty lil' bitch
I hit from the back, pullin' her frontal
Every day, I can give it, I'm really too humble
F*ck it, I'm shirt and top off for the summer (gave it)
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin' (visual)
Hoppin' off the jet with them bands (typical)
Load up the Drac', leave a man (critical)
Glock with a switch in your hand (finish 'em)
I know a bitch got more money than her baby dad, nigga just sad, pitiful
I know a clique that got more reppers than steppers
One gon' shoot some (maybe), out of ten of 'em

See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
First they want smoke (who?)
Now they just playin'
Nigga real hoes (you)
Know what I'm sayin'? (That's what I'm sayin')
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
Tryna f*ck me soon as I land (uh)
Turn her out, she rep' my brand (go)

What should I go get next? (Hmm)
Paint job wet on a new blue 'Vette
Cup full of purple, I f*ck with the set
Countin' pink fifties on the all-black jet
Orange Hellcat when I wanna stand out (yup)
Red-black Rolls when I wanna kick back
Five rings on, never got a handout
Snuck Percs on the plane in a pack of Tic-Tacs (I skated)
One thing about dude, he gon' give it and his bag too deep
Put this shit together like Chinese letters
Sauce on the walk up, ooh-wee
Know she get around, she think I'm green
Talkin' 'bout she fallin' too deep
Your time has expired, fourteen days
Bitch, your gang too weak (what?)
Why they feel like they can play with you, Bagg?
Niggas want smoke 'til that fire on they ass (bah)
Tell 'em pop out with they put up ass (please)
Want some get back, I'm more mad than sad
Talk your ass off (speak)
Ain't no nigga done when they say when they facin' me (never)
Or see me and get little, run a four flat
Takin' off like they racin' me (pyoom, gone)

See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
First they want smoke (who?)
Now they just playin'
Nigga real hoes (you)
Know what I'm sayin'? (That's what I'm sayin')
See what I'm sayin'? (Sayin')
I'ma make 'em see what I'm sayin'
Tryna f*ck me soon as I land (uh)
Turn her out, she rep' my brand (woah)

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1st of Jan

(Yo Gotti & EST Gee & CMG The Label & Mozzy)

(feat. Mozzy)

(FOREVEROLLING)
Ayy, this that cocaine music
Homie, don't you come-
Nah, let's get on some gangster shit

Yeah, it's EST, the big OG, O for obituary
I made some old nigga step up and shoot, he Jason Terry
They all hype, he had ten chikes, but one of they niggas got buried
I'll get you hit on through a flip phone, I just call Lil' Scary
They know Lil' 30 shoot from anywhere, he Stephen Curry
I swing my chopper like Osama, but my vision blurry
So don't stand nowhere near me
Or f*ck around catch a stray
Locals want me catch a case, but I'ma catch a play
Bust it down, make sure my niggas straight
Bitches chase, f*ck 'em, I escape
Hit the lights and tap the brakes
I go right, heard they on the left, I disco on the jakes
Pull over and switch the plates
Poppin' since my demo tape
Quarter jewelry, quarter million whips and that's why niggas hate
Quarter brick, whole one if it's fit, fix it, get it straight
Two, three zips, yoly behind tint, get your nigga scraped
Shit intense, pop up like a zit, dots all on his face
I get that call that this nigga gone, I'm happier than Christmas day

Yeah, this shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my niggas day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (yeah, yeah)

I'm the type of nigga build a house with two, three kitchens in it (I am)
I decided we don't tote no Glocks with no extensions in it (I am)
Ex back on my line, I had her blocked, she like, "It's been a minute"
Niggas tellin' me slow down for what? Nigga, f*ck your opinion (f*ck 'em)
I just blew a fifty in the Bal Harbor
Lil' bruh got a million, he a cold robber
I don't like no problems, let the- solve 'em (yeah, yeah)
Don't become a threat or you'll be gone tomorrow (brrt)
Man, we slide in Amiri (yeah)
Walk-in closet got a million dollar worth of jewelry (pew, pew, yeah)
Put him on his cycle, leakin' like on he his period (brrt, yeah)
Pussy-ass nigga know not to play with me, period

Yeah, this shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my niggas day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary (yeah, yeah)

Don't take no trip, but all my gangster niggas sign me up
Them .223s over the .45, nigga, fire it up
Can't politic without my presence, I'm the higher-up
The information you possess suggests you wired up
These niggas known for tellin'
We known felons, we rebellions, tryna blow your melon
Free all the thugs, we throw a shell before we throw a sub
Confirmed murders over attempteds, niggas know what's up
These niggas know it's us
Ayy, this shit slimy, nigga
I put a chain around the neck of all my grimy niggas
F*ck all that rappin', known for blappin', I just psyched a nigga
She put her facials in my lap, plus she got line on niggas
I told her, "Line him up"

This shit legendary
Whole room full of shooters, is that necessary?
All my niggas day ones, first of January
I won't accept your loyalty, I know it's temporary

---

Pole

(Yo Gotti & Lil Poppa & CMG The Label)

Pole on me like I'm a stripper (stripper)
Mama 'nem know I'm a hitter (hitter)
They say I'm a gangster, they think I'm a killer (killer)
They gon' pray for me 'cause I need some healin'

Any day can be the day
Convicted felon, got it anyway
Switches on it, it's touch and spray
Catch a case, nothin' to say

Pole on me like I'm a stripper
Mama 'nem know I'm a hitter
They say I'm a gangster, they think I'm a killer
They gon' pray for me 'cause I need some healin'

My favorite room is the kitchen (kitchen)
Pole on me like I been fishin' (I'm fishin')
Gotti still feedin' them trenches (I am)
Don't act up, get put on detention
And I put a ho on suspension (suspension)
I'm on an opp like his grandma 'nem hit him with switches
I buy a bitch a Richard like this shit ain't expensive (yeah)
And take this shit back when the bitch stop listenin' (yeah)
Pole on me daily
Lately, I been feelin' sedated
Feel like the streets want me crazy
Two-hundred and eighty, that's a Patek for my lady
I gotta step for my babies
I gotta step for the gangstas
Lead be example, all of my shit done got handled
Pole on me like I'm in Magic City, in Atlanta
But I'm in the back of a Phantom

Pole on me like I'm a stripper (stripper)
Mama 'nem know I'm a hitter (hitter)
They say I'm a gangster, they think I'm a killer (a killer)
They gon' pray for me 'cause I need some healin'

And this codeine ain't no liquor (no liquor)
Double cup, sippin', thinkin' 'bout my niggas (my niggas)
And double tape the clip at the bottom of the Drac' (Drac')
We been ridin' all day, tryna to find his vic' (this vic')
And she don't wanna wake up, I done f*cked her face up
Now, I got makeup all on my pillow
You know everythin' fully, we back on our bully
Youngins put switches on all of them pistols (switches on all of 'em)
Bag on my head, we gon' call it a big one (a big one)
Lightin' shit up, we been callin' it Christmas (it's Christmas)
This the shit I live, they just rappin' about it (they rappin' about it)
Pole on me like junior bachelor party (bachelor party)
Know some niggas made jack and a half (and a half)
Still, five star hotel, sell crack in the lobby (crack in the lobby)
Catch a body, don't tell nobody (don't tell nobody)
Sit quiet, don't tell nobody (nobody)

Pole on me like I'm a stripper (stripper)
Mama 'nem know I'm a hitter (a hitter)
They say I'm a gangster, they think I'm a killer (killer)
They gon' pray for me 'cause I need some healin'

Any day can be the day
Convicted felon, got it anyway
Switches on it, it's touch and spray
Catch a case, nothin' to say

---

Pledge

(Lil Poppa & CMG The Label)

(Scotty just caught him a body)
Scotty just caught him a motherf*ckin' body
Scotty just caught him a motherf*ckin', uh
Scotty just caught him a motherf*ckin' body
Caught him a

When you said you love me, did you lie? Just be honest
Baby, I can't make no promise, I need hydros, I be on it
Got a line that I ain't pour up yet, flight that I ain't board yet
Couple cities I ain't toured yet, Amiri's I ain't worn yet
I think I've seen all fifty states, I just ain't went foreign yet
Brother got a phone under his doormat, son rich and he ain't even born yet
When I f*ck her, I record that, come here, lil' bitch, throw it back
Nigga say he tryna dodge his death, I say, "You can't avoid that"
I told him send me where the war's at (where the war's at)
'Cause I'm a war vet, advice, I gave my boys that (I gave my boys that)
Give me my heart, I gave you yours back (I gave you yours back)
That's your loss, so sad, but that's too bad

And they say I got my K with me, got back, you know I love that sound
Spent 30K in 'bout a day on me, I ain't trippin', we can afford that now
Is you gon' wait on me? 'Cause I need you to hold a nigga down
Just stay away from me, no, I don't want none of them niggas 'round
One in the head and he ain't scared to lay a nigga down
Life on the edge, pistol by the bed if they come get me now
Stand on what I said, know I made a pledge to hold my niggas down

Tryna get somethin' dead, them niggas scared when I'm ever in town
On heavy meds when I'm with Quez, pourin' red on the ground
Them youngins been slidin' all day, better not come out that mouth
We been outside all day screamin', "1200 bound"
Bruh gettin' them lows out the way, chargin' twelve for a pound
Never thought I'd be this way when I was at RL Brown
A weak nigga can sink a ship and that same ship'll make you drunk
I wanna leave this bitch and take a trip, go missin' and they never found me
It's all or nothin', ain't no way around it
Left me with nothin', and nigga, I allowed it
My vision blurry and my mind cloudy
They gon' plan to murk me, but I really doubt it

And they say I got my K with me, got back, you know I love that sound
Spent 30K in 'bout a day on me, I ain't trippin', we can afford that now
Is you gon' wait on me? 'Cause I need you to hold a nigga down
Just stay away from me, no, I don't want none of them niggas 'round
One in the head and he ain't scared to lay a nigga down
Life on the edge, pistol by the bed if they come get me now
Stand on what I said, know I made a pledge to hold my niggas down

---

Hood Rich

(Lehla Samia & EST Gee & CMG The Label)

Every bitch need a nigga that's gon' boss her up
Walked inside the club lookin' for the plug
Gotta be street if you wanna touch
Yeah, they know we with the shits, man, they know what's up
Boss nigga, you gon' need more than just six figures
Gotta put me in position to go get richer
Brooklyn niggas pop shit, you don't want smoke
Memphis niggas get the bag, they ain't never broke

I like my nigga hood rich, I need him with the bands
He just bossed me up, now I got the upper hand
Broke nigga thinkin' he can f*ck me, but he can't
If you ain't from the streets, then you would never understand
Shiesty nigga, but he got some pearly teeth
Whip stay clean, he in that SRT (skrrt)
Hood niggas want a pretty bitch like me
I don't want a lil' boy, I need a real OG (yeah)

LA niggas got the best smoke
That's why I'm f*ckin' with them niggas on the West Coast
Heard them niggas out in Philly keep it thorough
I heard about them big steppers from Chicago
Take me to Lenox for shoppin', take me to Wafi for diamonds
Houston niggas be poppin', sittin' courtside with the Rockets
His card don't got no limit, if I want it, he spend it
If he street, then I'm with it, so if you 'bout it, come get it

I like my nigga hood rich, I need him with the bands
He just bossed me up, now I got the upper hand
Broke nigga thinking he can f*ck me, but he can't
If you ain't from the streets, then you would never understand
Shiesty nigga, but he got some pearly teeth
Whip stay clean, he in that SRT (skrrt)
Hood niggas want a pretty bitch like me
I don't want a lil' boy, I need a real OG (yeah)

Yeah, he told her he did more shit out here than me, can't be serious
This bitch so bad, I got so high and f*cked her on her period
My brodie told me she a ho, but you know I wasn't hearin' it
Nobody got more bodies than us in the city, period
We the realest out here with no asterisk
Build a bitch like magic, project bitch turned to a baddie
Well, poke it out while I smack it from the back, bae, call me daddy
She f*ck with me, I touch down in DC and we get nasty, mwah

I like my nigga hood rich, I need him with the bands
He just bossed me up, now I got the upper hand
Broke nigga thinking he can f*ck me, but he can't
If you ain't from the streets, then you would never understand
Shiesty nigga, but he got some pearly teeth
Whip stay clean, he in that SRT (skrrt)
Hood niggas want a pretty bitch like me
I don't want a lil' boy, I need a real OG (yeah)

---

Tomorrow

(GloRilla & CMG The Label)

(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
They say they don't f*ck wit' me (Cheese)
But I say they can't f*ck wit' me
Just like the air, I'm everywhere
How you say it's up with' me?

Poppin' shit, you would think I went to school for chiropractin' (poppin')
Lookin' good as hell today, just sent my nigga five attachments (look at this)
Why did you confront me 'bout a nigga? Man, you bitches backwards (stupid ass)
They come at me 'bout niggas who I don't even find attractive (ugh)
I don't know the nigga, I just seened him on the town before
I can't be up her face, I took her nigga down before (nah)
When I lose a nigga, I just pop out and go find some mo' (easy)
Soon as I feel like my time get waisted, then it's time to go (deuces)

They say they don't f*ck with' me
But I say they can't f*ck with' me (on cunt)
Just like the air, I'm everywhere
How you say it's up with' me (huh?)
Them bitches should've stayed down
They could've been up wit' me (too bad)
But all they doin' is talkin' down
'Cause they can't get up wit' me (lame ass)

My ex f*ckin' on my old friend, both they ass some f*ckin' clowns (haha)
Thinkin' that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (lame ass ho)
He thought wasn't gon' have to stand on shit, like he was handicap (thought it was)
Make that nigga stand on that, now his ass can't stand me now
High as f*ck, I'm lit, yuh, I don't smoke no swishers (nope)
Slidin' with' my gang and them, look at them like sisters (that's gang)
These bitches be lovin' to go out sad about these niggas (ugh)
I don't wanna hang with' them, they don't handle business (they can't hang with' us)
They be goin' for anything, but I can't go for none of that (none of that)
Why would I go chase you? If I know you gon' come runnin' back (f*ck 'em up)
Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (f*ck 'em)
They really got me f*cked up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (none of that)
She the type, the nigga make her mad she go tweet somethin' (ugh)
Me, I'm kinda ratchet still so I'm the type to beat somethin' (beat 'em up)
I can't love you, baby, like yo' bitch do, so don't leave her (keep that bitch)
He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper to keep her (hahaha)
Can't say yo' name up in my songs, might not f*ck wit' you tomorrow (nah)
Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a f*ck tomorrow (that's just me)
Ain't f*cked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as f*ck tomorrow (duh)
Everyday the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrow

Aight, lemme hear that

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Buss Down

(Yo Gotti & Big Boogie & CMG The Label)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, you know when it come to these hoes, man, I'm a- (I-I-I-I am)
Different type of nigga (I am)
And I mean that respectfully, not disrespectfully, you know what I'm sayin'? (I am)
And I like different type of bitches too, you know what I'm sayin'? (yeah, yeah)
You know how we do it, CMG, baby, know what I mean? (What's happenin'?)
Pink Richards and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (What's happenin'?)
Pink Cullinans and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Hustle with you, invest in you, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Let's get it

I just bust my wrist down (bust my wrist down, woo)
Bust my bitch down (bust my bitch down, yeah)
Boo, grrt, boo, grrt, boo, grrt, boo
Yeah, I'm up now (yeah, I'm up now)
Yeah, I'm up now
Yeah, I can't come down (boo, boo)
I'm too far up now, yeah (yeah)

Big boss nigga in a Phantom with a bitch in the backseat (woo, woo, woo)
Real street nigga, ball seven days a week like an athlete (I am, I am)
Cut off one bitch, more hoes comin' like a track meet (phew, phew, phew)
Yeah, she a ratchet ho, nigga, ratchet attract me (lil' gangster)
Got a boutique, gave her two-fifty, she ain't have to ask me
All in the pussy, no rubber, I just hope she took a Plan B (on God)
Stand up nigga, need a stand up bitch, ain't no playin' me (ain't no playin' me)
I'm in the end zone, never in the friendzone, bitch can't fan me (touchdown)
And her ex can't stand me (and he shouldn't)
'Cause I'll make his bitch do somethin' that he couldn't
Yeah, I know that pussy is power (power)
She know that pussy is ours (ours)
Get her wet, she gon' run like a shower (swish)
Lay in that pussy for hours, yeah

I just bust my wrist down (bust my wrist down, woo)
Bust my bitch down (bust my bitch down, yeah)
Boo, grrt, boo, grrt, boo, grrt, boo
Yeah, I'm up now (yeah, I'm up now)
Yeah, I'm up now
Yeah, I can't come down (boo, boo)
I'm too far up now, yeah

Big dude, baby (him), CMG nigga, I'm pressure (dude)
She ain't ever seen no nigga like this (no, no)
Cartier white face bezel (bling)
Rich young nigga, they hate it
I love it, got stars in my black Tesla (skrrt)
Lil' mama say that she feelin' a nigga (ooh)
I spoil her, then don't text her (ooh, ayy, ayy)
Pussy power, pussy cream, it flower
She gon' bounce that ass for big dude even though she ours
Money flyin', you know we here, CMG got power (gang, gang)
Get wrong, you gon' die here (grr), we shoot down twin towers (bah)
Make that pussy pop (ayy), bitch, I'm freaky (ayy), let me see somethin' (pussy)
Don't grab on my dick in public (watch out, watch out)
If you ain't gon' eat nothin' (suck somethin')
She sent me a message like, "I miss you, bae, come be somethin'" (ayy)
CMG the gang, bitch (gang, gang)
We so high that we can't see nothin' (gang, gang, gang, gang)

I just (big dude) bust my wrist down (grrt, grrt, bust my wrist down)
Bust my bitch down (big dude, bust my bitch down, yeah)
Boo, boo, boo, boo
Yeah, I'm up now (yeah, I'm up now, big dude)
Yeah, I'm up now
Yeah, I can't come down
I'm too far up now, yeah (gang, gang)

Ha, ha, ha
Gang, gang
CMG, brr, gang, gang

---

KeKe

(Big Boogie & CMG The Label)

Big Dude
(Run that up EJ)
I want KeKe
Bitch, I'm Big Dude (grrt)

My lil' bitch get money, pop her shit, they call her KeKe (KeKe)
I ain't never met no bitch like this, she like to lick me
She gon' bounce that ass on FaceTime if she can't come see me
Pussy water, Fiji, she got comeback, her shit repeat (ugh)
Pull up in that Trackhawk, knock her ass out, 'cause she miss me (skrrt, skrrt)
She call me her Pitbull, doggy, back shots freaky
Keke love Boog, I'm her chocolate drop and Reese's (Reese's)
And she got on pieces, diamonds in her teeth-es (ice)
Keke brownskin, hustler and she dance
She don't like new friends, drive her big body a Benz
She ain't friendly but she f*ck wit' bro'nem, shake they hand
She got money too, she FaceTime daddy wit' them bands
Fly her to Jamaica, or somewhere she never been
I ain't trippin' baby, I got money, bring yo' friends
But I don't got friends, I got brothers, bitch we like kin
My lil' bitch, she pressure, man, better f*ck no fan
Love to spoil my bitch when I'm in town, I'm her man
She gon' take my soul if I pull up, wit' no hands
Yeen never seen a pretty bitch, that sexy dance
My lil' bitch like Ari, she gon' buy Big Daddy land (pressure)
Soon as she buy that land, I'ma drop thousands on her hand
Soon as her ex complain, I'ma drop thousands on that man
F*ck her stomach up, I just be poundin', grabbin' hands
Shawty grab my dick, she said, "Somethin' growlin' in yo' pants" (hold up, ooh)

Keke, KeKe
Damn, KeKe, KeKe
I want KeKe, KeKe
Damn, KeKe, KeKe
Come here KeKe, KeKe
Damn, KeKe, KeKe
I want KeKe, KeKe
Damn, KeKe
F*ck her, I want KeKe, KeKe
Damn, KeKe, KeKe
Come here KeKe, KeKe
Damn, KeKe, KeKe presuure
Keke, KeKe
Damn, KeKe
Pussy bald, KeKe, KeKe
Damn, KeKe, come here

Keke work the pole (raw)
Keke like it slow (raw)
Keke get her money, she ain't worried 'bout no ho
Keke like to slide (skrrt)
Keke ass fine
Keke, she gon' eat the dick and look me in my eyes
Keke like it raw (raw)
I'm in KeKe draws
Keke want a thug nigga, one that break the law
Keke want a nigga that's gon' give it to her raw (raw)
I f*ck wit' KeKe, she independent, she a boss

Keke, KeKe (ooh)
Damn, KeKe, KeKe,
I want KeKe, KeK
Damn, KeKe, KeKe
Come here KeKe, KeKe
Damn, KeKe, KeKe
I want KeKe, KeKe
Damn, KeKe (that's my boo wit' me)
F*ck her, I want KeKe (my lil' boo wit' me)

What's up KeKe (my lil' boo wit' me)
Ha (some here KeKe)
(My lil' boo wit' me)
I see you KeKe
I'm Big Dude

---

OK

(BlocBoy JB & Lil Migo & CMG The Label)

Hmm
Ha
Ha, ha, ha
Word
Word
Word, word
My set

Okay, you wanna play? (Play)
You think you know where I-
Naw, you don't know where I stay (stay)
I call Migo, we got two or three traps in The Bay (The Bay)
And it's CMG or nothin', don't catch a slap to the face (slap)

Get you gone off a call, I got hitters in my circle (circle)
Got two straps like I'm Urkel, nigga play me, it's a murder (murder)
These niggas fertile, I know these niggas pussy (pussy)
Same niggas said it's smoke, but when they see me, overlook me (overlook me)
Throw them C's up like I'm Tookie 'cause that's how I play (Crip)
I can't help it, I got Grape Street in my DNA (Crip, Crip)
Tell me how the f*ck you gangster? You a CNA (CNA)
Talkin' 'bout you ballin', got the Gucci up on layaway, broke motherf*cker

Okay, you wanna play? (Play)
You think you know where I-
Naw, you don't know where I stay (stay)
I call Migo, we got two or three traps in The Bay (The Bay)
And it's CMG or nothin', don't catch a slap to the face (slap)
Okay, you wanna play? (Play)
You think you know where I-
Naw, you don't know where I stay (stay)
I call Migo, we got two or three traps in The Bay (The Bay)
And it's CMG or nothin', don't catch a slap to the face (slap)

Ayy, sellin' bags of loud, neighbors say that I'm disturbin' ('sturbin')
Money counter loud, it count this cash up in a hurry (beep)
I don't go to sleep, I punch the block very early (punch)
When I'm in the game (game), startin' player, put on a jersey (nigga)
Now I got this money, bitches say I'm hard to handle (handle)
Way I treat a bitch, they say I'm losin' all my manners (goddamn)
Way I pour up dirty Sprite, fillin' up the Fanta (lean)
Way I back the truck in, I'm havin' loads like I'm Santa (skrrt)
Cold gang (cold, ice)
AR-15 with scope like a snipe, that's a long range (long)
Acres of grass, didn't touch no white, that's the wrong change (no)
Thinkin' 'bout touchin', you lose your life, that's the wrong chain
Don't talk on phones, you gotta Skype (brrt)

Okay, you wanna play? (Play)
You think you know where I-
Naw, you don't know where I stay (stay)
I call Migo, we got two or three traps in The Bay (The Bay)
And it's CMG or nothin', don't catch a slap to the face (slap)
Okay, you wanna play? (Play)
You think you know where I-
Naw, you don't know where I stay (stay)
I call Migo, we got two or three traps in The Bay (The Bay)
And it's CMG or nothin', don't catch a slap to the face
Okay

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Major Payne

(10Percent & Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label)

Step
Step (right, left, right, left, right, left)
Step (right there, right there)
Step (right there, right there)
Step (right there, right there, right there)
Step (right there, right there) (Castro)
(Right there, right there, right there)

Step right, left, right left (right, left)
Gotta step over there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)
Them boys don't play 'bout 10 (bang)
They'll buss a brain (bang, bang)
Bitch, I'm Major Payne
Step right, left, right, left
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)

I got steppers from Memphis to NY (bitch)
I say, "Get 'em', they don't even ask why (ho)
This thick lil' bitch my alibi (ten)
You could ask her, I was blowin' her back out (damn)
I was hittin' from the back with' the strap out (damn)
I was hittin' from the back with' the MAC out
Got to feelin' myself, then she tapped out (f*ck)
I got steppers on right and the left of me (steppers)
Them my partners, so don't pay security fee
Most the niggas I be with from Tennessee (yeah)
They gon' step 'til the death, you ain't hearin' me
Watch out, don't get near me (watch out)
Respect me, you ain't gotta fear me
Lately I been so on point with' this shit
I'm from Memphis, I feel like the pyramid

Step right, left, right left (right, left)
Gotta step over there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)
Them boys don't play 'bout 10 (bang)
They'll buss a brain (bang, bang)
Bitch, I'm Major Payne
Step right, left, right, left
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)
(Go)

When I step on the beat, call it boot camp (yeah)
My AP light up like the bright sun (shine)
It's crazy I used to get food stamps (remember)
I set the bitch off like a pipe bomb (boom)
Got more muscle than you on my right arm (flex)
Hit yo' bitch from the back with that third leg (uh)
She so pretty, I left all the lights on (next)
Broke niggas and bitches my pet peeve
Poppin' out fifty deep with' my step team (gang)
Hitters fight over bodies like, "Let me" (please)
He ain't worth it, I told lil' bro, "At ease" (freeze)
When it's up, ain't no sleep like the bed broke (war)
Stay on track, I ain't tryna get railroad (hell no)
Can't clock me though, I duckin' the feds folk (watchin')
Neighbors told me I dress like I sell dope (put it on)
When bitches ain't right, they get left alone (gone)
When you with' me don't pull out your camera phone
See a opp, better crash on him head on (damn)
Got a choice, either step or be stepped on (pick one)
CMG, the army (what?), we push when necessary (go)
In the field with troops (right now), we active military (get down)

Step right, left, right left (right, left)
Gotta step over there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (right there)
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)
Them boys don't play 'bout 10 (bang)
They'll buss a brain (bang, bang)
Bitch, I'm major pain
Step right, left, right, left
Right there, right there, right there (oh yeah)

---

Strong

(EST Gee & Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label)

Yeah, Percocets and Adderall together make me feel better
Kiss her in her mouth last time I hit her, make her feel special (FOREVEROLLING)
I ain't one of them niggas out here wishin' that he did better
Although it's still opps who need to go, you know we killed several
I smoke niggas back to back, I can't even tell which pack is better
'Fore I had a rap dream, I had pounds of cheap and vacuum sealers
See me pop out fly, but ain't even notice me, a caterpillar
I can look him in his eyes and tell that he is not a killer
niggas know we knock shit out the socket off of Poplar Level
Oxy' help a nigga get a body off his conscience quicker
That line ain't for you, you ain't like me, you ain't never shot a nigga
Stay out for three days buttered of jiggas, I'm tryna cash a ticket
I'ma get up close, f*ck from a distance , I got foggy vision
Way that AR hit him, he won't survive, it must've been God decision

Only the strong survive
Can't run or hide
My nigga, you gon' slide or die ?
Four nick' hit him, had him spinnin' like the Jackson 5
I'm talkin' dance, nigga
don't do no playin' with 'em
Walk through the land, chop stuffed down in my pants 'cealing
I'm on some bad shit
I'm talkin' all hits
I'm on some bad shit
Who you think you're playin' with?
I'm on some bad shit
Watch who you playin' with
Yeah (Go)

I wanna say, "Only the strong survive"
But in Memphis, even strong niggas die (No lie)
I remember times when shots only came from the other side
Be your niggas doin' the snakin' now, everybody swear they slime (Slatt)
If they sweep, gon' be the first to tell 'bout crimes to cut his time (Rat)
That's a goddamn shame (Facts)
Bloody money, dirty pistol in the all white Range (Skrrt)
Nuski watchin', so today, I put on all my chains (Living)
Purple drank in my cup, I feel like Kurt Cobain
Nothin' I can do 'bout the past ( At all)
Put all my focus on now (This moment)
Due to my level of trust, some of my niggas can't come to my house
Go catch you a body, go stand on that business
Pick you a side, gotta make a decision
You know them switches gon' shoot with no limit (Frrt)
Swipin' them left to right, switchin' these bitches (Uh)
I been like this for a minute
Bagg

Only the strong survive
Can't run or hide
My nigga, you gon' slide or die?
Four nick' hit him, had him spinnin' like the Jackson 5
I'm talkin' dance, nigga
don't do no playin' with 'em
Walk through the land, chop stuffed down in my pants 'cealing
I'm on some bad shit
I'm talkin' all hits
I'm on some bad shit
Who you think you playin' with?
I'm on some bad shit
Watch who you playin' with
Yeah

---

Brick or Sum

(Tripstar & Yo Gotti & CMG The Label & Tay Keith)

(feat. Tay Keith)

Woah (woah)
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up) woah
Tripstar (huh?)
You already know
What? Woah

Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (yeah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (what?)
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (what?)

Adios my friends, I be shoppin' with' my Vato (my Vato)
Too many shells comin' out that choppa, like some tacos (tacos)
Every time I pull off, hear them killers, they gon' follow me (follow me)
But they ain't no followers (nah), frontline with' my partners (brrt)
I'm on road riches (yeah), ain't no f*ckin' stoppin' me (ain't no f*ckin' stoppin' me)
Told 'em, "Send a brick or somethin'," you must think you slick or somethin'
Give the game away for free, I told you that I'm one of one (what)
Hit another lick, after lick, after lick (woah)

Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (yeah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (what?)
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (what?)

Yeah, another stick, another switch (switches)
Sign another gangster, rob a label, that's a lick (yeah)
Ayy, Bagg triple walkin' on this shit, so this a hit
I just blew a forty in Amiri, that's a brick (beep)
My watch a household
One thing 'bout Gotti, he don't house hoes (nah)
Once I get the mouth, let's roll (let's roll)
I owe my future to the stove and God
If you don't take security to ya shows, you robbed
I be on pay-cation
Ya bitch blowin' my phone up, I told that ho, "Be patient" (slow down, slow down)
Disrespectful nigga have a bad bitch waitin'
You want smoke? I'm a fireman
Told my plug, "F*ck you mean, I'm in retirement"
He better send another brick or somethin' (yeah)

Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (what?)
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin'
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (woah, what?)
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah, send another brick or somethin' (woah, woah)
Yeah, send another brick or somethin'

---

Dog House

(Yo Gotti & 42 Dugg & CMG The Label & DaBoyDame)

(feat. DaBoyDame)

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

F*ck the judge, f*ck the lawyer, bring my niggas home
Write the plug, tell him I miss him, think I'm comin' home
Dog out if my bitch say I'm in the dog house
Dog drought if my lil' niggas movin' dog out

My bitch pissed off, she say I'm in the dog house (dog house)
Keep fightin' that shit until they let your dog out (dog out)
A pill after pill, already blew a mill' (uh)
Go broke for my dog, that's how real niggas live (beep)
I'm on the east side ridin' in the Rolls truck with two FNs (two FNs)
Richard Mille, that's worth two Hellcats and a CL Benz (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I see y'all haters, I'm lookin' at you niggas through Cartier lens (Cartier lens)
I DM bitches, like, "F*ck somethin', ho, I don't need no friends"
Cuban (Cuban) two-tone (two)
Money (money) too long (frrt)
Team (team) too strong (I am)
Way at the top where I belong (belong)
Dope boy rockin' that VLONE
big bruh smokin' on strong (woo)
Spendin' my time tryna free holmes
'til my lil' nigga come home ('til my lil' nigga come home)
I say this shit 'cause I mean it (I do, I really do)
I had your bitch in a Demon (I really did)
I had her suckin' up semen (what she do?)
You was at home dreamin' (damn, ho)
I'm in the trap and I'm schemin' (I am, I am)
You in the trap and you fiendin' (you is, you was)
I keep a strap in my jeans and (yeah)
Your bitch in the back and she screamin'

F*ck the judge, f*ck the lawyer, bring my niggas home
Write the plug, tell him I miss him, think I'm comin' home
Dog out if my bitch say I'm in the dog house
Dog drought if my lil' niggas movin' dog out

Dog house (dog), dog house
Bitch, I'm movin' dog out (dog), dog out
Bitch, I'm in the dog house (dog), dog house (phew)
And bitch, I'm movin' dog out (dog), dog out

Ayy, two-tone
Bust AP off two phones
That's dog and weed
They scam for us, send 'em all the beans
They fam to us, don't call them fiends
I'm hustlin', nigga, better know my grind
Don't f*ck with niggas, don't call my line
Yellin', "Free the youngin," doin' all that time
Lookin' through his pictures, wish he saw them signs
Can't blame my nigga, we livin'
Yellin', "Not guilty," and I did it
Still ten toes in that kitchen
Did six straight without bitchin'
Tool saucin' and I'm willin'
Truck cost ten and I'm peelin'
I lost friends and feelings
Over lawyer fees and pictures
Ayy, I told my nigga I got him
You ain't did shit, to my knowledge
Straight curb servin' like college
Yeah, I graduated, niggas animated
All the bitches love me, niggas gotta hate it
Got the city turnt, thinkin' I done made it
I ain't did shit
Nigga, Lou gone, I'm still sick
Hope he feel this

Dog house (dog), dog house
Bitch, I'm movin' dog out (dog), dog out
Bitch, I'm in the dog house (dog), dog house
And bitch, I'm movin' dog out (dog), dog out (I am)

Frrt
On everything I love, nigga, for real, yeah
Y'all know me, real street nigga
East side Wyburn in the road trip with doggy
From the beginnin', nigga
Who jumpin' off jets, pullin' up in the projects, in real life? (Frrt)
Me, that's who
I am
Shit ain't gon' never stop

---

Hold Me Down

(42 Dugg & Coi Leray & CMG The Label)

(Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Me and Mozz' gon' ride to the
Me and Mozz' gon' ride (yeah)
Me and Mozz' gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
Don't be doin' too good, niggas stealin' my sauce
Told my bitch, "It don't get no better than this"
Forty for a verse, I want fifty for a brick
I know, I know
I ain't stoppin' shit 'til my niggas all home

Still keep it on me, put a nigga on a shirt quick
And you'll never hear the truth of my hurt, bitch
First off, f*ck what I'm doin' for mine
How much that purse cost?
F*ck who I put in that house, how much you worth, dawg?
It's a couple Ms around this bitch
And I got enough water to drown this bitch
Youngin' from the bottom, got it poppin'
Kept it solid, he the one now
Came from bein' stressed out, I'm havin' fun now
Right knee, bro ain't had a license, he was nineteen
And I gotta take the blame for it
I was thinkin' Hellcats, they thinkin' Range Rovers
And I ain't gotta sell weight, bitch, 'cause my name hold it
Doggy, doggy, Demon and the Lamb'
Just me and Ardie talkin'
Can't look me in my face and tell me hoes ain't sick
Realest shit I ever heard, "Hoes ain't shit"

For all my niggas I miss lookin' down on me proud
Still throwin' Fours for my bros 'til I die
And all these niggas actin' like they still f*ckin' with the work
I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse
Baby, ride wit' me
Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me
Still get 'em through the mail, half of girl for nineteen
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Baby, hold me down
When I was f*cked up, wouldn't help me out
Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house

Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I don't trust nobody
Ridin' with that stick, yeah, gotta keep it by me
Top floor, big penthouse, can't find me
It's a couple killers in this section, we wildin'
They try to hold me back, keep tryin'
Shout out to them niggas who ain't tell, stay solid
Pull up in that all black, bitch, we slidin'
Only hang with tens, pretty bitches, we vibin'
Yeah, first off, when my brother went down, had to get that work off
Twenty bands on deposit, that's what the purse cost
Forty-two for a pound, that's what that work cost
Yeah, bitches don't stop
We was gettin' money off of hard rock
'Member you ain't front me, now, I'm on right now
Bitch, I'm in the booth, got it on me right now

For all my niggas I miss lookin' down on me proud
Still throwin' Fours for my bros 'til I die
And all these niggas actin' like they still f*ckin' with the work
I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse
Baby, ride wit' me
Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me
Still get 'em through the mail, half of girl for nineteen
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Baby, hold me down
When I was f*cked up, wouldn't help me out
Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house

---

Top Dolla

(Tripstar & Moneybagg Yo & EST Gee & CMG The Label)

(feat. CMG The Label)

(E-E-E-Enrgy made this one)
(Woah, what)

Penthouse suite, top floor
Prices got cheap, we should let him go (woah)
Watch my nigga spend 100K on a plain watch
Told him, "Give me ten more days, I'ma get me one"

Two hunnid occasions (what you do?), I gave it (gave it)
Thumbin' through the payment in a rental car from AVIS (backend)
Withdrawal on that Wocky, I shrivel up like a raisin (real)
My nigga Trip black as hell, but he sell Caucasian (jungle fever)

White dope I sell it to my white folks
I ain't racist 'bout that paper, I ain't goin' broke
Pint of Hi-Tek red, I put this shit up on yo' head
I got bad bitches textin' me like, "Where you at?"
Walkin' out of St. Regis with fifty in my britches
Get the drink dirt cheap, when I go cross the bridge
Count a hundred-fifty bucks out, it got me dizzy

Spendin' (how?), I f*cked off a eighty ball with Izzy (necklace)
Let her wear my chain, got my pendant on her titties (look)
Off the yacht, to the jet, just to see the Grizzlies (booked)
Jason said, "You cuttin' it close, you gotta show you trippin'" (woah)
I'm not missin' that cornbread, be there in a jiffy (go)

They said that it gotta be in you, it can't be on you
But I got it in me and it's on me, what you want? (Woah)
Poker face, when I see the plug, we talkin' business
Plain Richard Mille, so them white folks take me serious
In a meetin' wit' 'em, legs crossed, hand on my chin (grin)
Tryna negotiate me a label deal for ten
I want in, I won't drop the ball I bet we win
They be like, "Trip, is you sellin' Fent'?" nah
Five red bitches, that's a- (take ya time, hold up) (hold up, hold up)
Five red bitches, that's a fan, ball

Two bricks of soft in the loft
Hit it and you winnin', in the kitchen like it's golf (kitchen like it's golf)
Was tryna get it off, so I front him what he bought
I don't talk numbers wit' runners, shit, nigga, I'm a boss
And we gon' drop you off, talkin' 'bout you ain't tryna spin
I'm throwed, I be thinkin' 'bout a soul when I grin
Niggas hoes, I had bows way before it was a trend (soft ass nigga)
Only rap beef I had died before it ever began
Real street nigga trappin', gettin' high and smokin' cigs
Could turn it back to drop, blow it up and make it big

---

Moral Of Da Story

(Yo Gotti & EST Gee & CMG The Label)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
For real (yeah)
True story
I'm just talkin' shit (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Look, look, look

Young shiner, body full of diamonds
Plug sent the pack, I'm like, "That shit was perfect timin'" (for real)
Bust AP, plain Richard Mille
Crib run like twenty mil', swear to God that bitch silly
Between me and you (what?), I can still get you a load
Between me and you (what?), I be strapped at the shows
Between me and you, when I be talkin' to Hov
I be havin' flashbacks of me in front of a stove
That first million was challenging, I got that shit off the O's
Second million was alright, I got that shit off the road
Then that third and fourth and that fifth and sixth
Next thing you know, I'm at ten, I'm like, "It came too quick"
Quarter mil' in the hood, a nigga buyin' them sticks
Half a mil' to my man, he's bendin', playin' with bricks
Bought a purse for a ho, bought a house for my bitch
Just got a fifty from Interscope, nigga, that was a lick

Moral of the story, I made it out, but I was still with the shits
Moral of the story, you play with me, I'm divin' straight in your shit
More to the story, we ain't just rappin', we be thuggin' and shit
Moral of the story, we some gangsters and we havin' this shit

I gave my soul to the streets and it came with a brick
I can't see, I might miss, nine came with a switch
They keep sayin', "You stiff," I'm just not as convinced
Know my 'migo and them sick, he raise the prices, I quit
Get in the studio, have flashbacks of drivin' them 'bows
All them extras gettin' fronted, the first hundred get sold
They caught the smoke and missed the snow, the shit right under they nose
You better get off, knock your shit off, you slow uppin' your pole
It ain't gon' change, it's still the same thing
And I'm still trappin', gettin' active, and I gangbang
Soon as we find out where they hang, spin through like Beyblades
2021, I got my gun, I ain't tryna catch a fade
I had my bae renew the rental car two extra days
Probably got the drop, tryna send a opp up to a better place
Niggas know they hoes, you make a post whenever you feel a way
They want me yolked, still piecin' coke, back in my grittin' days
'Fore I go broke, I'ma mask up and take my biggest play

Moral of the story, I made it out, but I was still with the shits
Moral of the story, you play with me, I'm divin' straight in your shit
More to the story, we ain't just rappin', we be thuggin' and shit
Moral of the story, we some gangsters and we havin' this shit

And every day, I live my life by the street principles
Wow
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I don't make a decision
I don't accept nothing that don't align with my principles and morals
I think that's how I got here because I were to lose some
Or not get some if it's a sucker move

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Wait In Line

(Yo Gotti & Blac Youngsta & CMG The Label)

(Turn me up, YC)

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Screamin' rest in peace to my dog
I pray he restin' in his grave (restin' in his grave)
When the pastor told me come to church every Sunday
So he get saved (tell him come get saved)
They was sendin' death threats
He ain't take it serious, so he in his grave (yeah)
These young niggas out here steady dyin' (dyin')
Steady dyin' (steady dyin')
Gotta pay attention, gotta read the signs (signs)
Walkin' blind (yeah)
You play with me, them bullets flyin'
And I'm dyin' 'bout mines (frrt)
And I told my opps go wait in line (yeah)
Wait in line (wait in line)
I'ma kill them niggas one at a time

Lethal flow (lethal flow)
Blac Youngsta can't keep a ho
Drop her off quick
I give no f*ck 'bout no ho, ho, hit the door (pyoom)
Me and my gang, we creepin', though (yeah)
On the low, we tossed the ho
He low-key, then lost the ho
F*ck that ho, I'm claustrophobic
Usin' that lil' bitch to get in, I'm tryna split his wig
He the one took my dog, can't wait to hit him with this SIG (pussy)
Nigga play with co, I'm puttin' a hit on Mr. Big (on God)
We takin' your top, I swear to god we splittin' your wig (bitch)
Last nigga lied to me, boy, I swear I took his tongue (why?)
They took Lil Woo, it's my job to be there for his mom (no lie)
We took a few, but this shit don't still feel like we won (my opps gotta die)
No matter how far I go, I can't forget the slums (even if I try)

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Screamin' rest in peace to my dog
I pray he restin' in his grave (restin' in his grave)
When the pastor told me come to church every Sunday
So he get saved (tell him come get saved)
They was sendin' death threats
He ain't take it serious, so he in his grave (yeah)
These young niggas out here steady dyin' (dyin')
Steady dyin' (steady dyin')
Gotta pay attention, gotta read the signs (signs)
Walkin' blind (yeah)
You play with me, them bullets flyin'
And I'm dyin' 'bout mines (frrt)
And I told my opps go wait in line (yeah)
Wait in line (wait in line)
I'ma kill them niggas one at a time

I lost real hitters to real pussies, that don't sit well with me (trippin')
But I guess slipper goals until I get back, that's an L for me (aight)
I come from that culture, I'm a soldier and a general
Four hundred shots of switches in one car
I ain't lied in one bar (for real)
I'm really a gangster, they think I'm a star
I ran up these millions and chopper-proofed my car, nigga (yeah)
Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy)
Oh, they wet up your man? You say you was hurt
You pop you a Perc', that shit ain't gon' work
Go put in some work, nigga (put in some work, nigga)
I be on my knees prayin' to my chopper like it's church, nigga (like it's church, nigga)
Stay on point before they turn your foreign whip to a hearse, nigga

Ayy (ayy), ayy (ayy), ayy
Screamin' rest in peace to my dog
I pray he restin' in his grave (restin' in his grave)
When the pastor told me come to church every Sunday
So he get saved (tell him come get saved)
They was sendin' death threats
He ain't take it serious, so he in his grave (yeah)
These young niggas out here steady dyin' (dyin')
Steady dyin' (steady dyin')
Gotta pay attention, gotta read the signs (signs)
Walkin' blind (yeah)
You play with me, them bullets flyin'
And I'm dyin' 'bout mines (frrt)
And I told my opps go wait in line (yeah)
Wait in line (wait in line)
I'ma kill them niggas one at a time

---

Really

(Yo Gotti & BIG30 & CMG The Label)

Frrt
Yeah
Lock in
(KJ let the beat knock)
Yeah

Lock in
Come get a job with them three letters, never gotta clock in (beep)
Tote two Glocks, you locked in
If we talkin' gangsters, I'm top ten (baow)
Earrings Chanel, two-fifty
Condo, Miami, four million
I don't give a f*ck about no bitches (no bitches)
I don't give a f*ck about no snitches (rats)
Ask about me, I don't play no games (I am)
Real big gangster, drop no names (no names)
Ask about me from the dope game (dope game)
Or don't ask about me at all
All I ever wanted to do was ball (whew)
If I ever make a call (hello?)
Shit start to fall, niggas start to call the laws
Why f*ck with me at all?
Pressure (pressure)
Hate a bitch that's too extra (extra)
Got her gone 'fore I blessed her (outta here)
F*ck around, bought her friend a Tesla (facts)
I'm on some other shit
I'm on some, "Yeah, I really, really like you
But I want you to really, really bring another bitch"
And if you f*ck with me, you'd really do the shit

I'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)
I really need a plug (really need you)
Really seekin' love (seekin' for it)
F*ck you thinkin' of?
Really, I really don't judge at all
Really, I really don't budge at all
Really, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)
I really don't f*ck with y'all
Really, really

I'm really too big for titles (I am)
I'm really my own idol (I am)
I really only like FNs
'Cause them handguns, but they like rifles
I really got too many cars
I really be schoolin' my broads (baby)
I really like all my own stretch marks
I told 'em to stay out the gym (really?)
They like me, I be givin' 'em gems (that's game)
Then I come through and I free 'em (from lames)
They be like, "Gotti, you genuine
We really into you, you not the same" (really?)
I might buy my bitch a lil' Patek, uh
I sign more shit than Atlantic, uh
If I find a leak on my boat, he ghost (what's happenin'?)
This shit is not the Titanic, uh
Hundred-some shots, I didn't panic
These niggas more pussy than bitches
They softer than tissue, wet they lil' panties
Yeah, I learned this shit from my granny

I'm what Jesus love (Jesus love)
I really need a plug (really need you)
Really seekin' love (seekin' for it)
F*ck you thinkin' of?
Really, I really don't judge at all (at all)
Really, I really don't budge at all (at all)
Really, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)
I really don't f*ck with y'all
Really, really

I really be posted all day, ski mask on
Stuffin' K clips, tryna catch me a skud (blrrrd)
And I don't really f*ck with nobody
E-C-T-A-S, everybody catch them a slug (everybody)
And pussy boy, everybody 'round me a thug (everybody)
I hope we know everybody strapped in the club (we strapped)
Choppa gang, CMG, call it marijuana, it gone
Free Shiesty and 42 Dugg (free 'em, free Dugg)
This shit in my pores, a nigga a thug (a thug)
I'm really a gangster, I ain't goin' for nothin' (for nothin')
I really got big nuts, really gon' go for it
Fourth and thirty-one, I ain't doin' no puntin' (no puntin')
I drink too much syrup, I do too much f*ckin'
I know I'm out of shape, I ain't doin' no runnin'
We caught him down bad, seven shots from the four-five-six
And them bullets hit him in the stomach
The other one missed him, that nigga was blessed (was blessed)
Six shots was critical, 'posed to been dead (been dead)
The shot that we missed 'posed to hit the boy head (his head)
And them six stomach shots should've been in the chest (in the chest)
I never stand down, so I always get off (on God)
We make them chopper bullets break his jaw (his jaw)
Whole lotta bodies droppin', lotta choppers poppin'
Lotta fast guns, no sawed-off (no sawed-off, blrrrd)

I'm what Jesus love (love)
I really need a plug (need a plug)
Really seekin' love (seekin' love)
F*ck you thinkin' of? (Thinkin' of, blrrrd)
Really, I really don't judge at all (at all)
Really, I really don't budge at all (at all)
Really, I'm really too stiff, I'm never gon' shift (really)
I really don't f*ck with y'all (on God)
Really, really

---

Blac Ball

(Blac Youngsta & Lil Migo & CMG The Label)

Free Thugger, yeah (Tahj Money)
Uh, uh, uh

My lil' nigga, he real mighty, he say big player (fent' ball)
He been playin' with them blocks and he got fishscale, yeah (yeah)
I jumped in the game with no remorse, hopped over a fence (fence)
Put the work in a pot, took it out, now it's time to rinse (time to rinse)
Talked to god, I repent, he done took my soul to flint (swear to god)
Gave my boy twenty years, now he talkin' through a vent (missin' my dog)
He pledge allegiance to the set, gangbangin' to this day (gangbangin')
Load up this chopper, went and copped the rental car and dark the tint (gun slangin')
No need for a charge partner unless he gon' work in your defense
Found the codefendant body in a ditch, killed him off the strength
I'm really blessed (gang), and highly favored, this here a test (gang, gang)
I became a target (yeah), a few people want me to rest (want me to rest)
I laid some eggs, turned to birds and they built they nest (they built a nest)
My life was cursed, lately, I been feelin' kinda blessed (yes)
My mama hurt, lost her son, she kinda stressed (I'm sorry, mama)
I feel the pain, boy, I wish I can feel it less
Took up the slack, told my grandma I got the rest (I got the rest)
We gon' be good, I know God put me through the test
How you rap on songs about that gangster shit? I'm not impressed (wear your vest)
How I gun you down, how that shit there lead to my arrest? (Not impressed)
I'm too real for this hip-hop shit, I know shit I can't confess
Gotta watch out for the niggas who play chess, 'cause they move the best (move the best)
Dear father God, I'm breakin' the load down, must I confess? (Dear father)
F*ckin' on a thick bad bitch, I'm burnin' her head, not impressed
My opps runnin' scared, duckin' they head, I'm not impressed (bah-bah-bah)
I shoot out your dreads, turn you bald head, I'm not impressed

Prayin' on my downfall, they know I stand tall
Shaq or Zach Randolph, me and my niggas, we ball
They try to block me, they tryna blackball
I'm tryna catch y'all playin' some golf, come through and whack y'all

Ayy, I'm tryna whack y'all (where he at?)
I gotta catch y'all (come here)
I'm tryna snatch off (skrrt)
Scatpack Hellcat, Trackhawks (skrrt, skrrt)
I'm tryna take off
Makin' it rappin', no days off (no)
Hard work pays off (hey)
Still need a scale, think the weight off (gang)
Came in the game really havin' money, other niggas really basic (basic)
Never hated on another nigga, always sat back and I waited (waited)
Never waited on another nigga, if I want it, go out and I take it (goddamn)
Same people who done doubted me, they ain't expect a nigga go and make it (f*ck 'em)
Always had some leverage, knew I wasn't ready
Cuban big baguettey (Cuban big baguettey)
Niggas steady bitin', tell 'em eat it up, give a nigga credit (give a nigga credit)
Never gave up, read between the lines, open up the message (open up the message)
I done lost some niggas, I done lost some paper
Still ain't learn my lesson, damn (still ain't learn my lesson)

Prayin' on my downfall (gang), they know I stand tall (gang, gang)
Shaq or Zach Randolph (pussy), me and my niggas, we ball (for real)
They try to block me (block), they tryna blackball (me)
I'm tryna catch y'all playin' some golf, come through and whack y'all (yeah)

Prayin' on my downfall (yeah), they know I stand tall (what?)
Shaq or Zach Randolph (Randolph), me and my niggas, we ball (we ball)
They try to block me (block me), they tryna blackball (blackball)
I'm tryna catch y'all playin' some golf, come through and whack y'all (let's go)

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Meant Dat

(Big Boogie & CMG The Label)

Boo' (yeah)
(Damn, Mario, stop playin')
Big Dude (Big Dude, Big Dude, baby, Big Dude)
I run this shit, you know?
Frrt
(Ayy, Carter Z, you goin' too crazy)

Check this bitch
Bitch, I'm a rich nigga, right now (bitch, I'm a rich nigga)
I'm thankin' my haters for keepin' (ooh), my name hot (ooh)
Big Dude livin' it right now (enlightenin')
Bad bitch' toxic, gon' give enough backshots, had it drillin' it right now (oh-oh)
She told me she love me, I told her "You movin' too fast"
You killin' me right now (hol' up, hol' up)
Bitch, I'm the hottest nigga in the country
I got 'em feelin' me right now
Not friendly with niggas, I'm friendly with triggers
Don't mean you can't get this shit right now
I'm talkin' 'bout literally right now (right now)
Kung-fu chopsticks, fight now
Backwood' airplane, kite now (gone)
I'm swingin' my chains, no lights now (ice)
I'm throwin' the meeting to tell all my nigga' to chill out, we hot as tamales
My Haitian, he hungry, but don't want no food, my lil' homie want him a body (roo)
These nigga's brag about what they done did
Bitch, he ain't shot nobody (bitch, he ain't shot nobody)
How you gon' rat on your nigga, he shot for you nigga (how?)
You know that ain't solid (how? How?)
Ain't no pressure on shit on earth, them facts
Bitch, check out my pockets (check out them)
Smokin' on dead'nem profit, I ain't all star, serve 'sace (ooh)
Big Dude, baby, no cocky (ooh)
Ten millimeter, big beam, shoot rockets (grrah-grrah)
Internet killer be sloppy, how you gon' win against me and I'm poppin'? (I'm Boo')
CMG, that's how I'm rockin'
Niggas don't like me, they know I'm the topic (know I'm the topic)
They wanna be me
They look at my pictures and stare, they just ready to copy (see boo, look at 'em)
Bitches be groupied by all these rappers
They really f*ck with who poppin' (go look at 'em)
These whack ass niggas be floppin'
Rush hour bullets be choppin' (frrt)
Lambo', ridin' with extendo
Dread head murder niggas hangin' out the window (window)
Mimi slide in a sprinter (skrrt-skrrt)
It's Aunty Mimi, jump out the rental
Murder, forever on go, who wanna know? We got the info (info)
We got the work like a stove, we got them bowls, trap out the bando
Slide in the city with Drac's and choppas, we tryna slide (gone)
We tryna catch us a opp, they be talkin' on Facebook, pussy gon' die
My nigga dump out whatever, they drivin' whatever, just long as it drives
Them niggas killed my lil' brother, he's cool on murder, don't think that you sly
Niggas bitches, they ain't gon' slide treat a opp, pool water, we a dive
Catch him at the weddin', pussy nigga sweatin'
F*cked 'em, we knocked off the bride (cool)
Burner jammin', Q f*cked up my head
Long nights still cryin' (damn)
Soon as I get out the road
I'm visitin' a t-shirt, them niggas dyin' (frrt)
They got me f*cked up (f*cked up)
Draco or rabbit, it jump up
Murder like clippers, get touched up (touched)
Toxic lil' mama, I'm f*ckin' her guts up (ooh-ooh)
I act like a fool, dumb
Pockets they Crip, got blue hunnids (it got blue hunnids)
Bitch, I'm a shoes junky
Prada my kicks, a few hundreds (a few hundreds)

Big Boogie
See my young niggas gon' slide, you understand?
You feel me?
But the true part about this shit
My sister's gon' slide just as hard, you understand? F*ck it
All these suckers
I've been seein you hatin' for a long time man (blrrd)
But this shit ain't gon' stop nothin' man
Ayy, man, we big dog steppin' nigga

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SOON

(42 Dugg & CMG The Label & Arabian)

(feat. Arabian)

Tell me you love me
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Tell me you miss me
I been trippin', bein' in a box

Tell me you love me, you need me
Nothing can change your mind neither
On my way to Drekka to beat, jet 25-seater
Can't find her in Louis or Saks, shit, not Revive neither
Care enough to rub on her back might put a son in her
F*ckin' her, she f*ckin' me back, I'm havin' fun
Where was y'all when I was distressed? Gon' put my head up
Seventy-five drivin' my best, I'm gettin' fed up
All these niggas wanna get blessed, every night, handout
Dissin' me to five different bitches, oh, you my mans now?
Really made a way for the trenches, that's why I stand out
Nashville all in the kitchen, like where was you?
Pressin' down on Fetty with cuts still on the spoon

Soon, I'll be back to myself
Soon, I won't need nobody else
Who gon' be there for me when I need?
Help me live, fulfill my dreams
Soon, I'll be back to myself
Soon, I won't need nobody else
Who gon' be there for me when I need?
Help me live, fulfill my dreams

Know it's crazy, since I made it, feel like niggas been hatin'
Runnin' my paper, and too much focused on datin'
I just had a baby, feel like it's drivin' me crazy
Mama out the hood, grandma doin' good
Soon, I'll be back to my myself
Ooh, you know I spent five thousand on belts
Mama, look how you laugh at me, down bad, and stressed
I need not more than ever, that money they could've kept
You don't know how much I been missin' you, Neff, Reese and Lil Roz
Insted of yo' life, I wish they would've took mine
Caught him by surprise, I'm tellin' you, I know I'ma die

Soon, I'll be back to myself
Soon, I won't need nobody else
Who gon' be there for me when I need?
Help me live, fulfill my dreams
Soon, I'ma be back to myself
Soon, I won't need nobody else
Who gon' be there for me when I need?
Help me live, fulfill my dreams

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Big League

(Yo Gotti & Moneybagg Yo & CMG The Label & Mozzy & Lil Poppa)

(feat. Mozzy & Lil Poppa)

Ayy, if you don't make it, you just don't make it
Everybody ain't champions
But I am, haha
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)

Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (phew)

Perfect release from the top of the key (three)
Step back, pull up, swish cheese (swish cheese)
Slam (ooh), got the crowd out they seats (up)
One step closer to the big ring

Court-side seats so close, I could triple-referee (haha)
Send to drop the fire, and one, that's three (go)
The reason y'all losin', you don't speak no D (no)
So we ain't gotta play team ball, that's Keith (sure)
Been won a championship in the trap
This Rollie a trophy, I hold it up (got me one)
They let us get up with no points, it's a wrap
Gon' shine every time, it's an open look (over with)

Ah, ah, shake 'em up, cross 'em up, post-move
Defence lock 'em up, fah, fah
Ain't nobody hot as us (pump fake)
Shooter gettin' added up
Twenty-four pointers and the AP shot-clock
Damn, what them rocks in your ear cost? (A lot)
On the grind, don't stop, one day it's gon' pay off (pay off)
Made it from the bottom to the play-offs

Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (phew)

Perfect release from the top of the key (three)
Step back, pull up, swish cheese (swish cheese)
Slam (ooh), got the crowd out they seats (up)
One step closer to the big ring

Court-side seats, this the big bag
Hit a Ja Morant shot, get 'em big mad
Real hustle knew one day it was gon' pay off, pay off
Yeah, now I'm ballin' in the play-offs, play-offs
Mansion in Miami, ball at the Celtics
"Gotti, you the MVP," yeah, I nailed it
Bought a Rolls Royce online, they mailed it
No look, pass to the Bagg, how you fail that?

Ah, ah, shake 'em up, cross 'em up, post-move
Defence lock 'em up, fah, fah
Ain't nobody hot as us (pump fake)
Shooter gettin' added up, ah, ah
Shot-clock, buzzer beater, Lambo
Two-seater, we don't do new people (fah, fah)
Feds break, takin' off, lose one
Shake it off, bounce back, then defeat 'em

Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (phew)

Like the '02 Lakers, I three-peat (I three-peat)
Mean we don't ever lose, we repeat (what's that?)
Yeah, they hate, but they really wanna be me (wanna be us)
Bet they do a no-look when they see me (when they see us)
Grab the .12 like Ja, I'm a Grizzly (I'm a Grizzly)
Think I'ma fall when I ball, you silly (you crazy)
I might trade all my pendants, ayy (what?)
Ayy, last name James, but my first name Mike (first name Mike)

Playtime over, this the tip-off
They tried to cross me and spit ball
No longer team, he got kicked off
Threw up the alley and watch how I lift off
We got 'em pissed off, look at the score
No Michael Jordans, we in Dior
Bet on the Warriors when they hit the floor
Yeah, get your ligaments torn

Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (go)
Playtime over, this the big league (phew)

Perfect release from the top of the key (three)
Step back, pull up, swish cheese (swish cheese)
Slam (ooh), got the crowd out they seats (up)
One step closer to the big ring

Playtime over, this the big ring (go)
Playtime over, need a big ring (go)
Playtime over, need a big ring (go)
Playtime over, this the big wing (go)