You know, young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)

Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I’m a dog, roof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo! (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort me (comfort for me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
We did the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
My diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate (acc)
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

Raindrops, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin’
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me, yah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
Wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
Boy you so fake, like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choosin’, yeah

Raindrops, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)


itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/migos-artist.html”>MIGOS Bad And Boujee lyrics

You know, young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)

Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I’m a dog, roof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo! (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort me (comfort for me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
We did the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
My diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate (acc)
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

Raindrops, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin’
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me, yah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
Wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
Boy you so fake, like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choosin’, yeah

Raindrops, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)


[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top

[Verse 1]
I remember the days when they used to say I wouldn’t be shit
But the tables turn they see me in person and ask for a pic
All of that hatred
All of that doubt
It just made me better
Talking shit about me to that bitch
I hope it make you feel better
I just keep moving that weight
Shipping it state to state
Riding with my AK 47
Cause these boys be fake
Then I keep trapping
Man I keep riding foreigns
All of these bitches
Showing their titties while Stitches be touring
Im in the back of that Rolls Royce
Bitch you know that Im a dope boy
Like Johnny Depp I sell blow boy
I prolly sell coke to your home boy

[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top

[Verse 2]
Bitch I know how it feels
I came up from the bottom
I can upgrade your life and put you in some red apple bottoms
I got some diamonds all up in my mouth
I just fucked your bitch we fucked on your couch
Marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy some molly all I talk about
How does it feel when Im up inside
How does it feel when you on the ride
Im fucking her fast
Im fucking her slow
She say I love you Stitches Im not a hoe

[Verse 3]
I know what you came to my crib for
Take your clothes off put that ass on the floor
You wanna fuck with a drug dealer
Then imma show you what Im bout
Imma put my dick in your mouth
And give you something that you can talk about

[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top


[Intro]
An igloo full of snow man I’m iced out
House full of naked hoes snortin’ blow
Its so lonely at the top, plus its real cold
A house full of hoes and they kickin’ blow
I’m a zone six nigga and you know I’m pourin’

[Verse]
Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert
Its the middle of December she pulled up in her skirt
Santa Claus of the hood I pull up with the work
They call me East Atlanta Santa run up on me get murked
I’m just trappin’ through the snow
Sellin’ nine half a bricks in four ways
Over the hills we go
Got an extendo and an AK
I’m a neighborhood philanthropist
I’m sellin’ bells of cannabis
Preachin’ like and evangelist
But I don’t fuck with amateurs
I drive spiders yea tarantulas
My diamonds are immaculate
I’m not on no romantic shit
But I’m cookin’ cocaine candle lit
I’m so true your hoe can’t handle it
But damn that bitch can suck a dick
Skeeted on her face and lip
Guwop can’t fuck no basic bitch
The teacher teachin’ arithmetic
Show you how to whip a brick
Learn you how you run your clip
And told you how to kill your’s
My young girl she a freaky chick
But damn she on that sneaky shit
Ran off with a half a zip
And now I got to slap a trick
All these record labels broke as shit
Ricky dicky wreckin’ shit
I sell more milk than a Mexican
My dog food yea its excellent
I done started sellin’ Christmas tree I’m tryna jingle bells hoe
Its Christmas time its [?] I’m stompin’ in my shell toes
Christmas in ’96 I asked Santa for twelve goals
But now Guwop got gifts to give but I don’t fuck with twelve though

[Outro]
Santa Claus tryna see a bag full of goodies
I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live
I’m tryna come down the chimney with a 100 mil
I’m the Bricksquad boss I’m like Santa Claus


[Intro]
An igloo full of snow man I’m iced out
House full of naked hoes snortin’ blow
Its so lonely at the top, plus its real cold
A house full of hoes and they kickin’ blow
I’m a zone six nigga and you know I’m pourin’

[Verse]
Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert
Its the middle of December she pulled up in her skirt
Santa Claus of the hood I pull up with the work
They call me East Atlanta Santa run up on me get murked
I’m just trappin’ through the snow
Sellin’ nine half a bricks in four ways
Over the hills we go
Got an extendo and an AK
I’m a neighborhood philanthropist
I’m sellin’ bells of cannabis
Preachin’ like and evangelist
But I don’t fuck with amateurs
I drive spiders yea tarantulas
My diamonds are immaculate
I’m not on no romantic shit
But I’m cookin’ cocaine candle lit
I’m so true your hoe can’t handle it
But damn that bitch can suck a dick
Skeeted on her face and lip
Guwop can’t fuck no basic bitch
The teacher teachin’ arithmetic
Show you how to whip a brick
Learn you how you run your clip
And told you how to kill your’s
My young girl she a freaky chick
But damn she on that sneaky shit
Ran off with a half a zip
And now I got to slap a trick
All these record labels broke as shit
Ricky dicky wreckin’ shit
I sell more milk than a Mexican
My dog food yea its excellent
I done started sellin’ Christmas tree I’m tryna jingle bells hoe
Its Christmas time its [?] I’m stompin’ in my shell toes
Christmas in ’96 I asked Santa for twelve goals
But now Guwop got gifts to give but I don’t fuck with twelve though

[Outro]
Santa Claus tryna see a bag full of goodies
I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live
I’m tryna come down the chimney with a 100 mil
I’m the Bricksquad boss I’m like Santa Claus


[Intro]
Lord Infamous in this hoe
This for you, you and you
You little internet gangsta motherfuckin’ hoes

[Hook: DJ Paul]
I don’t know what you’ve been told
But I ain’t no studio gangsta
I will show up at yo show and show you I ain’t no wanksta
My niggas, they with the shit, and my niggas, they ignorant
My niggas, they will kill when it comes to bullshit

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I keep niggas for the fuck of it
You say you gonna get me first, my nigga good luck with that
If you say somethin’ ’bout me one time, then you stuttered it
Now you (?) lil hoes (?) maybe you should (?)
POW, got the fully automatic with the machine drums
Come to a nigga neighborhood like dumb
My nigga really with the shit
My niggas … shootin’ long guns
Chopper, chopper, nigga, placka, placka, (?) placka
You gon’ end up in a grave, not a hospital nigga
223’s, AK’s, everyday it’s a bullet give-away
I’mma pull it nigga, how you gonna try to pull at me
Any-fuckin’-way?
Now homie, you know that’s a dead end
Survivors … automatics you gon’ end up dead in the end

[Hook: DJ Paul]
I don’t know what you’ve been told
But I ain’t no studio gangsta
I will show up at yo show and show you I ain’t no wanksta
My niggas, they with the shit, and my niggas, they ignorant
My niggas, they will kill when it comes to bullshit

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
There’s always a nigga in back of the club
Actin’ like lil’ bitches callin’ names
Talkin all of that shit all damn night in the club
But them bitches did not do a thang
Talk all of that yak if you want to but boy
You best back all the anna away
Cause Triple Six ready for violence nigga
Triple Six ready for bustin’ shells
Ain’t no use in you showin’ out, damn fool
Cause you will just get your damn fuckin’ head split
Now sit yo lil’ monkey ass down
Cause don’t nobody want your damn bitch or your shit
Now boy your ass better think twice
Before you decide to play with mafia boys
Cause when you wish to play with mafia boys
You best bring you some dangerous toys
Don’t make me pull out the (?)
And fuck up the dance club with your hoe-nigga blood
Scarecrow will unload and go loco
And smoke every joke that approach in this club
Now I came to rap and get paid
I did not come to spray up somebodys damn child
But it always gotta be some niggas
That wanna get too wild
Now niggas can’t just have some fun
They wanna fight, they wanna gun, for some
Thats the only reason that they come
But niggas like that are the ones Lord Infamous ready for
Just listen to the breakdown for the ones who just ignore

[Hook: DJ Paul]
I don’t know what you’ve been told
But I ain’t no studio gangsta
I will show up at yo show and show you I ain’t no wanksta
My niggas, they with the shit, and my niggas, they ignorant
My niggas, they will kill when it comes to bullshit


Hop on the dick like a maniac
Head like a brainiac
Gotta read the sign like a zodiac
I’m a lowkey freak, you don’t know me yet?
Good head, got a little bite to it
Little booty, got a little bounce to it
We could go all damn night to it
Wife that, gon’ throw rice to it

Oh I, oh I don’t wait too long
Oh his dick is way too long
I think I take it all
Oh why? Oh why you acting scared?
Pull that pull up like a chair
Know you see me over here

Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
You just made love to a maniac, maniac

I must, I must, I must, I
Must admit I’m in love with your sex
Every single day, baby give me your best
Every single day, you be gettin’ this neck
I be gettin’ no rest, just took two breaths (ahh, ahh)
Need a vacay
Nigga shot more rounds than a AK
Goin’ ’round ’round ’round like an AA
Got me showin’ up late for the late late

Oh I, oh I don’t wait too long
Oh his dick is way too long
I think I take it all
Oh why? Oh why you acting scared?
Pull that pull up like a chair
Know you see me over here

Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
You just made love to a maniac, maniac
Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?
With a maniac (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make you fall in love with a maniac (with a maniac)

I stay up all night for ya, I’m trooper
Call in a request, I pick up, pull up quick as Uber
Anywhere, everywhere, you turn me to addict
If you love me like you say you do then get it tatted
Do you, do you, do you, I know how to do you
Flip me over then maneuver
As long as a ruler, you the ruler
Don’t tell nobody else, that’s the rule, yeah
Ass in the air, feet in the air
Weed in the air, we in the air, me and you stare
Night shift take the stress away
Then the second round take the rest away

Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
(Have you ever… loved with a maniac, baby)
You just made love to a maniac, maniac
(You just made love to a maniac)
Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?
(Do you wanna… fuck with a… maniac, maniac)
Make you fall in love with a maniac, maniac
(Make you fall in love)

You just fucked around
You just fucked around
You just fucked around
With a maniac, ma-ma-maniac
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
I’m a maniac
I’m a mothafuckin’ maniac
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who love this pussy? You love this pussy
Who love this pussy? You love this pussy
I know that you like it, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know


[Verse 1]
Hop on the dick like a maniac
Head like a brainiac
Gotta read the sign like a zodiac
I’m a lowkey freak, you don’t know me yet?
Good head, got a little bite to it
Little booty, got a little bounce to it
We could go all damn night to it
Wife that, gon’ throw rice to it

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I, oh I don’t wait too long
Oh his dick is way too long
I think I take it all
Oh why? Oh why you acting scared?
Pull that pull up like a chair
Know you see me over here

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
You just made love to a maniac, maniac

[Verse 2]
I must, I must, I must, I
Must admit I’m in love with your sex
Every single day, baby give me your best
Every single day, you be gettin’ this neck
I be gettin’ no rest, just took two breaths (ahh, ahh)
Need a vacay
Nigga shot more rounds than a AK
Goin’ ’round ’round ’round like an AA
Got me showin’ up late for the late late

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I, oh I don’t wait too long
Oh his dick is way too long
I think I take it all
Oh why? Oh why you acting scared?
Pull that pull up like a chair
Know you see me over here

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
You just made love to a maniac, maniac
Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?
With a maniac (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make you fall in love with a maniac (with a maniac)

[Verse 3]
I stay up all night for ya, I’m trooper
Call in a request, I pick up, pull up quick as Uber
Anywhere, everywhere, you turn me to addict
If you love me like you say you do then get it tatted
Do you, do you, do you, I know how to do you
Flip me over then maneuver
As long as a ruler, you the ruler
Don’t tell nobody else, that’s the rule, yeah
Ass in the air, feet in the air
Weed in the air, we in the air, me and you stare
Night shift take the stress away
Then the second round take the rest away

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
(Have you ever… loved with a maniac, baby)
You just made love to a maniac, maniac
(You just made love to a maniac)
Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?
(Do you wanna… fuck with a… maniac, maniac)
Make you fall in love with a maniac, maniac
(Make you fall in love)

[Outro]
You just fucked around
You just fucked around
You just fucked around
With a maniac, ma-ma-maniac
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
I’m a maniac
I’m a mothafuckin’ maniac
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who love this pussy? You love this pussy
Who love this pussy? You love this pussy
I know that you like it, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know


[Intro: Future]
Better hope you die a gangster, gangster, gangsta
Super, out of here, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put them O’s in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah

[Pre-Hook: Future]
I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado, this a motherfuckin’ trip

[Hook: Future]
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playin’, they got spilt
Went I hit the set you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush in a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck, it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the East
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump fakin’ with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smokin’ marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pluto running through the racks

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a Black Card… just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump? I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the Grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talkin’.. too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is.. too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talkin’.. plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
‘Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meetin’ with my shooters, it’s been arranged for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talkin’ gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah


Better hope he die a gangster
Better hope he die a gangster
Super, out of here, yeah

I hope he die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put ’em holes in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah

I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the (?) this a motherfucking trip

Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playing, they got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the east
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump faking with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smoking marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up running through the racks

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Just got a black card just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talking too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talking plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it didn’t arrange for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talking gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah


[Intro: Future]
Better hope he die a gangster
Better hope he die a gangster
Super, out of here, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
I hope he die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put ’em holes in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah

[Pre-Hook]
I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the (?) this a motherfucking trip

[Hook: Future]
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playing, they got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the east
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump faking with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smoking marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up running through the racks

[Hook: Future]
I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a black card just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talking too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talking plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it didn’t arrange for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talking gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

[Hook: Future]
I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah


Better hope he die a gangster
Better hope he die a gangster
Super, out of here, yeah

I hope he die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put ’em holes in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah
What you do to my neck piece? Woah

I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the (?) this a motherfucking trip

Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playing, they got spilt
Went I hit the Tec you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush and a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the east
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump faking with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smoking marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pulled up running through the racks

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Just got a black card just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talking too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talking plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meeting with my shooters it didn’t arrange for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talking gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster
I hope he die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah


[Intro: Offset]
You know young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I’m a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, woah (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come for me (come for me)
I swear these niggas under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
We did the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
My diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low Act’ rate (Act’)
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me your bitch ass wifey and we know she sluttin
Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga duckin
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
How about the suicide with the Uzi? (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’, I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’, I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh, switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Oh, oh, now she won’t fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hot you through the gate
Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)
So much money they use rakes
Count 100,000 in your face (in your face)
Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, oh
She talk to me like she knew me, yah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
Yeah, wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
Yeah, boy you so fake like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)


[Intro]
Nard & B
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook: K Camp]
You so out the loop, you so out the loop
Roll one up like Snoop, suck me and my suit
Can I drop my roof? Can I drop my roof?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your girl is my fan, why that ho get scooped?
I don’t want just one, I’m gon’ fuck the group
Roll it up like Snoop, hitters they gon’ shoot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Just came from Japan, that’s a top floor suite
Shawty on them Xans on that top floor ki
Can I get some head on these Versace sheets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just paid the lawyer just to free my dog
Swear these hoes ain’t loyal she gon’ fuck my dogs
I might hit that once and never ever call
Nah, nah, nah, nah-nah

[Hook: K Camp]
You so out the loop, you so out the loop
Roll one up like Snoop, suck me and my suit
Can I drop my roof? Can I drop my roof?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your girl is my fan, why that ho get scooped?
I don’t want just one, I’m gon’ fuck the group
Roll it up like Snoop, hitters they gon’ shoot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Trouble]
My lil mama shea, dis lil hoe so shea
Fuck ’em in the trap or studio ain’t no hotel
You know I’m chasing loot, girl you got the scoop
She hanging out the roof, blowing same dope as Snoop
Lil 100,000 on coupe bitch ain’t got no juice
(?) bitch now watch your tooth
Yeah I’m at that cash, big bag
AK kept these niggas going out sad

[Hook: K Camp]
You so out the loop, you so out the loop
Roll one up like Snoop, suck me and my suit
Can I drop my roof? Can I drop my roof?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your girl is my fan, why that ho get scooped?
I don’t want just one, I’m gon’ fuck the group
Roll it up like Snoop, hitters they gon’ shoot
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Bridge]
Go, go, go, go, go
Yeah-yeah
T-t-t-t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: K Camp]
You so out the loop, you so out the loop
Roll one up like Snoop, suck me and my suit
Can I drop my roof? Can I drop my roof?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


[Intro]
This is Sarah Darlean
I home schooled all of my sons and daughters before any of them went to any other schools. My last generation never went to public school, period. I didn’t like public schools, lots of death occurred in them. Rape, drugs, lies. Lies for example; Columbus discovered America, not true. God was here first

[Hook]
I never went to no school, no school, no school
Nah no school, no school, no school
Never followed no rules, no rules, no rules
I was up in the slums hanging with the old dudes
Didn’t drop out cause I didn’t drop in man
Lil nigga didn’t fit in man
Y’all don’t understand I was raised different
Way, way way, way, way different
No school, no school, no school
Nah no school, no school, no school
Never followed no rules, no rules, no rules
I was up in the slums hanging with the old dudes
Didn’t drop out cause I didn’t drop in man
Lil nigga didn’t fit in man
Y’all don’t understand I was raised different
Way, way way, way, way different

[Verse 1: Julius]
I grew up with niggas ‘caine slaying
In the same place where shots reign like bang bang
You might see a niggas brain hanging
These niggas don’t play games they stay AK waving
Ain’t no safe haven
Now my mamma found herself with a dilemma
How do I keep my son from gang banging while maintaining
An affordable place to live needless to say that shit for her was painstaking
She thought she keep niggas in line and niggas inside and keep Niggas alive
Sad that the public schools full of thugs and goons, animals that’ll eat niggas alive
And all these teachers teaching niggas lies
History books they need to be revised
Bleaching niggas minds, [?] niggas blind
I appreciate she tried but I leaned on the street to teach me to survive
You got me nigga, I learned to read from my mama nigga
I never got good a punctuation but I might fuck up a comma nigga
I got caught by po-po one time
"Why you not in school do you know what time it is?"
Nah I don’t know what time, this is what I told one time

[Hook]
I never went to no school, no school, no school
Nah no school, no school, no school
Never followed no rules, no rules, no rules
I was up in the slums hanging with the old dudes
Didn’t drop out cause I didn’t drop in man
Lil nigga didn’t fit in man
Y’all don’t understand I was raised different
Way, way way, way, way different
No school, no school, no school
Nah no school, no school, no school
Never followed no rules, no rules, no rules
I was up in the slums hanging with the old dudes
Didn’t drop out cause I didn’t drop in man
Lil nigga didn’t fit in man
Y’all don’t understand I was raised different
Way, way way, way, way different

[Verse 2: Demetrius]
I could barely read well into my early teens
Through the drama, my mama taught me everything she knew But it’s hard to be home tutored when you ain’t got a home to go to so it’s on you to learn better things
Still ain’t got better with my lettering
But my mama taught me how to put letters together better Than any veteran editor you ever seen
She had a king’s back better then Coretta King
That’s why I’m lyrically doper than Methamphetamine
I can put a couple vowels together better than man or woman With wedding rings
So when I was 17 couldn’t win a spelling bee but I could write a Clever scheme
But how in the hell is that gonna help ya?
When you’re living in and out of shelters
That’s when I felt a
Large ammount of pressure to get into this rap game
Damn shame let the rap game sell a dream to us
No plan B, no education so no plan B
No plan B for my whole family
A father, that would come in so handy right now
Wasn’t good with timetables or trying to divide by pi
Or math using triangles
But thanks to my angel disguised as my mama I could solve the problems that life brings ya

[Hook]
I never went to no school, no school, no school
Nah no school, no school, no school
Never followed no rules, no rules, no rules
I was up in the slums hanging with the old dudes
Didn’t drop out cause I didn’t drop in man
Lil nigga didn’t fit in man
Y’all don’t understand I was raised different
Way, way way, way, way different
No school, no school, no school
Nah no school, no school, no school
Never followed no rules, no rules, no rules
I was up in the slums hanging with the old dudes
Didn’t drop out cause I didn’t drop in man
Lil nigga didn’t fit in man
Y’all don’t understand I was raised different
Way, way way, way, way different

[Verse 3: Kenny]
Never been to public school never stumbled in one how
Could I, I was moving every couple of months how
Could I, I was sleeping waking up at the bus stop
Hustling for money just a struggling young child
Never was rich so the fam was strangers
Was mad at everything cause that’s what the pain does
Looking up at God like "damn you should hate us"
[?] ’bout the phrase but the flow was A+
I would walk around with the meanest look
I was pissed off didn’t want it to be mistook
As a kid I could see where a demon stood
I could read people before I could read book
I figured I might as well get it off of my mind
Put it off in a rhyme
Feel like the rest was walking and we were crawling but wanted to be jogging but we were really falling behind
But all in do time I figured out it was all in the mind
Studying shit often because of caution taking losses
Do to a lack of education had mentally exhausted but
Smarter with time
Didn’t want to be in school all of the time
Wanted bars without being involved in a crime
Plus I was on the block like an offensive line
Try hard fight hard life’s hard to survive

[Hook]
No school, no school, no school
Nah no school, no school, no school
Never followed no rules, no rules, no rules
I was up in the slums hanging with the old dudes
Didn’t drop out cause I didn’t drop in man
Lil nigga didn’t fit in man
Y’all don’t understand I was raised different
Way, way way, way, way different


[Hook]

I’m so good, I should have at least 16’s in my waist
If its beef I’ll bust bars in mans face
Like I got revolvers and AK’s
I’m so good, I don’t even write half of this down
Cause ain’t no artist taking my crown
Cause I’m the hardest MC around
I’m so good and if you feel me bust a shot now
No need to tell me nigga, I’m so good
And I rep London town and I lock this down
There ain’t nobody who can stop me now
Since Flava in Canning town
[Verse 1]

Look, I’m a legend in the game already
Fuck that nigga, Elvis Presley
I don’t need no drama I’m cool but these people just have to offend me
I’m a MC, drugs ain’t trendy
Never did like coke like Pepsi
I don’t care if they don’t give me a Brit but this country just has to respect me
You can’t roll when the tanks on empty
They can’t flow without mine it’s like
The guideline, inspiration for MC’s act like I ain’t cause slyer and envy
I ain’t gonna lie though without Wiley, D Double E and me the flow would be
B-F-G scene uh-ba-ba-uh-ba believe
Me I ain’t lying I’m for real
I was on fire got my deal
I’m still on fire but no drill, can put me out cause I’m wild and kill
S-W-8 spitting with an attitude
I don’t lie I spit it with an attitude
But little nigga I ain’t mad at you
I was on stage when you probably had a few battles in the rain in a playground
Haven’t you? Well I ain’t ever battling again
Niggas get addicted to this flow here
So no like Amy stop battling the cave
Cause K ain’t listening, A to the N, O ain’t living in, the past
When I was still spitting in Raw mission and Raw kitchens, killing ’em

[Hook]

I’m so good, I should have at least 16’s in my waist
If its beef I’ll bust bars in mans face
Like I got revolvers and AK’s
I’m so good, I don’t even write half of this down
Cause ain’t no artist taking my crown
Cause I’m the hardest MC around
I’m so good and if you feel me bust a shot now
Cause you ain’t gotta tell me, I’m so good
And I rep London town and I lock this down
There ain’t nobody who can stop me now
Since Flava in Canning town
I was so good


[Verse 1: Don P]
Am I being forward? smell like weed, eyes lowered
Pulled up in a beamer, came up in a concord
Came up in a hand me down, now im in a tom ford
40 in my waist or I got it in the top drawer
Go ahead and talk more, like Hov, im def
What you make in a year, im willin to bet
Plus I probably ran thru hoes than hef
Had to get right, then they gettin left
Dont hold you breath baby… unless your mouth full
Me? I keep a lot of um, probably got a house full
Man its only right that I fuck her in the house pool
Remember when I had nothin? Everybody doubtful
Now my route full, barley pulled up Miami
On my biggie flow, then im goin back to cali
In a 500 Benz, I feel like makaveli
Ridin on rims, low pro, pirelli

[Hook: Don P]
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
[Verse 2: Don P]
Oh talkin bout me? dont give a fuck about you
I be in the same place, with or without you
When you the come up, everybody doubt you
Right when you on, everybody wannna help you
Got they hand out, never gave a hand up
Went and got my bands up, now I got my brand up
Yall mad cut, kool aid to an act cup
Talkin bout ballin, but it dont really add up
Homie, better catch up.. where the money? where the whip?
Why you keep a bummy click? why ur honey, not thick?
Chick got no hips, wouldn’t give her yo dick!
Tell me how you ball if you always hit a brick
Rule number 4.. you ain’t bumpin no big?
Talkin bout me.. then you bumpin real big
Took a big swig, comin at the big wig
I ain’t gotta prove nothin, I already did but

[Hook: Don P]
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do

[Verse 3: Don P]
I be in a foreign, everytime I pull thru
When you kill the game, they gon wanna kill you
Follow everything you do, claimin that they dont feel u
Met you one time, talkin bout the real you
Oh you REALLY knew me, you dont like the new me?
Homie keep it movin, know you canrt move me
Coulda been right here, but you rather be a groupie
100 round clips, hits lookin like a movie
Shout out to my first love, Aka, AR
And I got an AK, in the back of my new car
We done came too far, I dont care who you are
But imma hit the button if my back on the wall
I would takee the fall for my people…
Most of yall wouldn’t take a call from your people
We are not equal, imma ki.. you ain’t nothin but a gram cap
The weight is over, but i dont think you undertsand that

[Hook: Don P]
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do
All the way up, they ain’t got my view
And yeah I hear um talkin but talkin bout who?
Im hit the block, do what I gotta do


[Verse 1]
Watch who you ‘round
Gotta watch they mouth
When them guns come out
And them shots ring out
You know what they about
Watch what they say
Watch what they do
When a hook come around
Them kids come down
They a tell on you
It’s snakes in the grass
Getting trapped by rodents
Potent we smoking
A leave you choking
Hoping you focused
So dog take notice
For a flash of light
Run you off light roaches
Hopping off porches
With chrome 44
Nose long as song
Made by Mike Bolton
Lightning bolts
Rip through your torso
Raining blood
After that thunder
Mommas crying
Children wonder
But this is the life
That we all succumbed to
Make a nigga wanna go
And cut his phone off
Cops killing niggas everyday
Like protocol
Watch the TV
Turn on the news
Make a nigga feel like
He listened to blues
In the hood
Wit that Arm & Hammer
Getting them Pampers
For baby mama
Hood flick us
We in the slammer
Now ya baby raised
By another man bruh
Cure for cancer
Cure for A.I.D.S
Make a nigga
Wanna stay on tour for days
Everywhere you go
Gotta keep that tool
Cause you don’t want end up
Happening to you
So everywhere u go
Gotta keep that tool
Cause you don’t want it end up
Happening to you

[Hook]
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
Today today today
[Verse 2]
Gotta watch these niggas
Better watch these niggas
Cause for a little bit of crumbs
When you trapped in the slums
They a pop you nigga
Watch where you go
Watch where you at
Cause goons on attack
And that’s a fact
You don’t want it like that
Niggas get bodied like everyday
Nigga masked up like masquerade
Bruiser Brigade
Nigga take this fade
Or get marked out
Like crossword game
For a little name
Nigga pop yo chain
Playing no games
Evict arcade
Trade in your life
For a pair of new J’s
A-OK with them AK’s
Broad daylight
Make you do a relay
Duck behind cars
When you hear the tool spray
You don’t want beef
Get simmer soufflé
Sitting in the Bimmer
With ya lightskin bae
Fuck all the tough shit
I’m tryna get paid
You ain’t bout money
Nigga you the same way
End of the day
Nigga jail the new slave
Trust my nigga
You don’t wanna go that way

[Hook]
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I cheated
Today today today
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
I say you never never never know
When ya time to go
So damn right I did it