[Chorus]
And I drank, and she smoke
And I drank, and she smoke
And I drank, and she smoke
And I drank, and she smoke

[Verse 1]
Poppin tags at the mall like I’m tryna break a record
Man all we light is fire ain’t nobody in the section
Aye when we ride byyy, I’m goin menace
I don’t wanna fuck wit them, cuz I don’t fuckk wit bitch niggas

Yea we in the trends, we some fuckin trend setters
Everything is sweet, sweet like a love letter
Got me flossin on yo hoe, make my teeth hurt
Now she twerkin so hard it make her feet hurt

Back to the money like my name is Mr. lotto
Run up on a nigga like we playin Grand Theft Auto
I can’t feel my face cuz my drank too cold
Ex bitch just called, put that bitch on hold

Yea you know I love to mix the grape with the codeine
Jesus piece on me prayin that i don’t OD
Heater on me we don’t stay with the drammy
I’m a muthafuckin zombie

[Chorus]
And I drank, and she smoke
And I drank, and she smoke
And I drank, and she smoke
And I drank, and she smoke

[Verse 2]
Yea I mix it up, mix it up like Vegeto
Yea I over did it please call me king veto
Flip it, buy it back thats how you sell a kilo
Yea I’ma get her tho, keep it on the D-lo

Yea we in the trends, we some fuckin trend setters
Now I’m light headed, light somethin like a feather
D-S-Ervy certified nuthin better
Got that prime on me you can see it sparkin when i step up

Please, I don’t need a hoe on the payroll
Plug in the south, I can get it for da lay low
Gotta fit the pieces to the puzzle like a lego
All i see is colors, yea somethin like a rainbow

Uhh, the sky is the limit
I’m starin at the clouds like im bout to die in it
Copped a new whip just to sit high in it
Got a foreign chick and she bout to get high in it

[Chorus]
And I drank, and she smoke
And I drank, and she smoke
And I drank, and she smoke
And I drank, and she smoke






You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I’ve been [?] 40 deep
Hundred thou blowin’ that in the OD
And that’s why I’m the best, fuck with me
‘Cause a nigga flip flop like he standin’ on the beach
Hoppin’ up stage, got my diamonds, dirty dancing
You know I work dirty, got ’em higher than [?]
Tell my other bitch I’m on my other bitch, yeah
I just do that shit to make my other bitch jealous
40 in that kush and then he whippin’ up the [?]
Every time you call, I be like, look, hold on, don’t stress
You want it? You can get it if you wanna learn your lesson

[Hook: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 2: Future]
Became friends with a dope head
To be inside the mind of a dope head
How many crimes in a dope head?
I got that one time for the dope heads
The people love the streets vs. the feds, yeah
Countin’ till your thumb numb, hell yeah
Printin’ like a money presser, hell yeah
You can smell the fragrance in the air, yeah
Put you in the loop, I make my own laws
Last six summers, we had no falls
And we still stashin’ hundreds in the brick walls
Made my dog commissary [?], no cost

[Hook: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 3: French Montana & Future]
Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin’ for me
Ain’t gon’ say no names, probably lookin’ for me
Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin’ for me
Ain’t gon’ say no names, probably lookin’ for me
Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too
Ain’t gon’ say no names, he a robber, too
Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too
Ain’t gon’ say no names, he a robber, too

[Hook: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure

(You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure…)


[Intro: Future]
Choppa Choppa blang, he a coppa two
Ain’t gonna see no ? He a rapper too

[Hook: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Hopping out foreign cars 40 deep
Hundred thou blowin’ that in the OD
And that’s why I’m the best, fuck with me
‘Cause a nigga flip flop like he standin’ on the beach
Hoppin’ up stage, got my diamonds, dirty dancing
You know I work dirty, got ’em higher than [?]
Tell my other bitch I’m on my other bitch, yeah
I just do that shit to make my other bitch jealous
40 in that kush and then he whippin’ up the [?]
Every time you call, I be like, look, hold on, don’t stress me
You know ????
You want it? You can get it if you wanna learn your lesson

[Hook: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 2: Future]
Became friends with a dope head (dope head)
To be inside the mind of a dope head
How many crimes in a dope head?
I got that one time for the dope heads
The people love the streets vs. the feds, yeah
Countin’ till your thumb numb, hell yeah
Printin’ like a money presser, hell yeah
You can smell the fragrance in the air, yeah
Put you in the loop, I make my own laws
Last six summers, we had no falls
And we still stashin’ hundreds in the brick walls
Paid my dog commissary almost no cost

[Hook: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 3: French Montana & Future]
Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin’ for me
Ain’t gon’ say no names, probably lookin’ for me
Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin’ for me
Ain’t gon’ say no names, probably lookin’ for me
Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too
Ain’t gon’ say no names, he a robber, too
Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too
Ain’t gon’ say no names, he a robber, too

[Hook: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure


[Intro]
Yeah (wake up, wake up)
Free your mind (I said wake up)
Good morning Amerikkka
Good morning Amerikkka (I said wake up)
Good morning Amerikkka
Good morning Amerikkka

[Verse]
Now, what’s freedom to you?
Let’s talk about it, take a minute, think it through
I’m all about it, but the concept seems new
The coppers still shoot us down on Channel 5 news
Lock us up for anythin’ we do to pay dues
Some of us woke while some stay snoozed
Zombies walkin’ around trippin’ over issues
The knowledge is official but it’s often misused
America my masseuse, massagin’ my back
Tryna act like, she ain’t gonna do me like Pratt
Geronimo, take a leap and lay flat
I’m down to go for my message to spread across the map
Holy cross on my back got a bullseye on it
I gotta get stoned to fulfill my moment
Oppress my oppressor, suppress the opponent
Channel my ancestor, he wouldn’t condone it
In search of the healin’ component
Said you would notice
If you took notice, but you too nosey
Time to wake up
Won’t you come and smell the hot coffee?
Stick your nose in the wrong places, one day you’ll OD
I swear the whole world owe me
I’m nothin’ close to the old me
If you never knew me, then it’s too late to be homies
Homie, say fuck what you told me
I’m ridin’ out by my lonely
Waitin’ for the day the big homie take these chains off me

[Outro]
I came from
A dream
That the black man dreamed… long ago
I’m actually a present sent to you
By your ancestors


Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this

Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’m a never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
[?], I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
You made me a hustler


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Six of Hi tech in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
Me and bro ‘nem too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea


[Intro: Kat Dahlia]
War war war war war war warning fear one
War war war war war war warning fear one
War war war war war war warning fear one

[Hook: Kat Dahlia]
Warning warning when we die they wonder what if
When we die it makes vultures
Warning pick a side you’re supposed to
In exchange and I’m surviving the vultures

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
So much coke you young boys won’t believe it
Hopping off J E T S I’m Revis
Island stylin minks to the floor
(Remy Ma: To the floor? nigga what you need a stylist for?)
Before the red carpets I was into narcotics
Beat bad bitches rats and all charges
Black Gucci flip flops steppin off teak
Gotta get from round you niggas you all leech
Robbin guess it’s just my lifestyle
I know I’m wrong but the Rollie got the right dial
I mean I gotta be the greatest shot the G O D
You can’t believe how many fiends my eyes seen OD
My West coast shorty throw DUB with four fingers
Ma you a pleasant surprise like Paul Zingers
Been just wave one button like a vato
My niggas used to run through the tunnel like El Chapo

[Hook: Kat Dahlia]
Warning warning when we die they wonder what if
When we die it makes vultures
Warning pick a side you’re supposed to
In exchange and I’m surviving the vultures

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
How dare you allow people to compare you
Better be careful cause I don’t care you
Tried to be my friend but I didn’t care to
Bob and weave ya’ll hoes like hairdos
I’m from the Boogie man why would I fear you
When you scared to death and your flunkies is scared too
Felt your heart trembling when I came near you
Beatin outta your chest I thought it would tear through
What’s your war plan they should of prepared you
I’m ready to ride on bitches or ready on gear too
They said for me to blow that I had to air you
Could of ended your career but I spared you
Seen you a frenemy I had a clear view
Now they behind me them hoes in my rear-view
Yeah they fallin on deaf ears they can’t hear you
I’m shittin on bitches where the fuck is the bathroom

[Hook: Kat Dahlia]
Warning warning when we die they wonder what if
When we die it makes vultures
Warning pick a side you’re supposed to
In exchange and I’m surviving the vultures

[Outro: Kat Dahlia]
War war war war war war warning fear one
War war war war war war warning fear one


It’s gon’ get nasty
…yes

[Hook]
Meme machine
Meme machine
I’m a motherfucking meme machine
Meme machine
Meme machine
Without memes, I will die

[Chorus]
Give me the memes
I need the memes
I smell the memes
I need all the memes, the memes to survive
I need the memes
I breathe the memes
I smell the memes
I need all the memes, the memes to survive

[Verse]
They call me the meme machine
I catch the memes, I spread the memes
I eat the memes, I shit the memes
Without memes, I will die
Inhale the memes
Exhale the memes
Inject the memes into my bloodstream
There are good memes, and there are bad memes
Why has God abandoned us? (help me)
Smoke the memes, snort the memes
Take the memes until you OD
If you borrowed my memes then you owe me
A new fresh pair of memes

[Hook]
Meme machine
Meme machine
I’m a motherfucking meme machine
Meme machine
Meme machine
Without memes, I will die

[Chorus]
Give me the memes
I need the memes
I smell the memes
I need all the memes, the memes to survive
I need the memes
I breathe the memes
I smell the memes
I need all the memes, the memes to survive


(Intro – Lil Durk)
You gotta watch out
You gotta watch out

(Chorus – Lil Durk & YFN Lucci)
Ay, trapping off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was poor
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kicking in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these ni**as hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them ni**as who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

(Verse 1 – Johnny Cinco)
You better watch out
I just bought a new…so watch it
Go ahead and watch it, I’mma pop it
I’m in that new thing, coulda went about private
This is binoculars, we gotta
I got my doors up, I walked down and poured up
I’m shooting with the gang….with the fame, I’m a lil solider
I used to ride on the bus now I got chauffeurs
Now I got chauffeurs, pop out the poster
I used to trap with my daddy, used to get racks with my daddy
We went to Raq for away, all day
We got that pack riding 99
A pair of good you can count on em, at the door

(Chorus – Lil Durk & YFN Lucci)
Ay, trapping off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was poor
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kicking in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these ni**as hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bi**hes
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them ni**as who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

(Verse 2 – Hypno Carlito)
They be watching
All these diamonds got me frosty I be whipping like a holly
Bi**h I’m sorry but I can’t go after nobody
In that Rari got a barbie give me sloppy til she grinding
I’m just watching while she top me
Ni**as hating let em hate
OTF everyway, we do this on a day to day
They got you hoes like a layaway
Michael Jordan with the double fadaway
Fly ni**a, rich ni**a, I made the ways
Still catch a body if a ni**a play
Ain’t contemplating since Soldier died ain’t been the same
Get more bread, more cocaine, help that ni**a with no name
I was that ni**a with no fame
Carlito baby ain’t s**t changed
I be getting money like 10 ways
All different hustles ni**a get paid
Ni**a yeah yeah yeah

(Chorus – Lil Durk & YFN Lucci)
Ay, trapping off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was poor
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kicking in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these ni**as hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bi**hes
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them ni**as who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

(Verse 3 – YRN Trae)
Playing with the gang, we bring them pipes out
Yeah, tryna ride the wave you gong get wiped out
Yeah that s**t that you running it’s on me right now
You know you might just catch a clip for acting
And you know we play with pistols, we don’t fight fair
Huh call me ghetto man I’m asleep like it’s a nightmare
Clair is what I might wear
Got a ni**a car in my right ear
Now I jumped off the porshe
7.6 who can take down the horse
Yeah plug in Miami, get them bricks off the port
And I might just count a 100 thousand when I’m bored
I’m a boss they know it huh they know it

(Chorus – Lil Durk & YFN Lucci)
Ay, trapping off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was poor
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kicking in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these ni**as hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them frauds and them ni**as who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah hey uh


[Intro: Lil Durk]
You gotta watch out
You gotta watch out

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
Ay, trappin’ off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was pourin’
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kickin’ in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these niggas hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them niggas who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

[Verse 1: Johnny Cinco]
You better watch out
I just bought a new (?) so watch it
Go ahead and watch it, I’mma pop it
I’m in that new thing, coulda went about private
This is binoculars, we gotta (?)
I got my doors up, I walked down and poured up
I’m shootin’ with the gang, (?) with the fame, I’m a lil’ solider
I used to ride on the bus now I got chauffeurs
Now I got chauffeurs, pop out the poster
I used to trap with my daddy, used to get racks with my daddy
We went to ‘Raq for away, all day
We got that pack ridin’ 99
A pair of good you can count on ’em, at the door

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
Ay, trappin’ off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was pourin’
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kickin’ in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these niggas hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them niggas who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

[Verse 2: Johnny Cinco & Hypno Carlito]
They be watchin’
All these diamonds got me frosty I be whipping like a holly
Bitch I’m sorry but I can’t go after nobody
In that ‘Rari got a barbie give me sloppy ’til she grindin’
I’m just watchin’ while she top me
Niggas hatin’ let ’em hate
OTF everyway, we do this on a day to day
They got you hoes like a layaway
Michael Jordan with the double fadaway
Fly nigga, rich nigga, I made the ways
Still catch a body if a nigga play
Ain’t contemplatin’ since Soldier died ain’t been the same
Get more bread, more cocaine, help that nigga with no name
I was that nigga with no fame
Carlito baby ain’t shit changed
I be gettin’ money like 10 ways
All different hustles nigga get paid
Nigga yeah yeah yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
Ay, trappin’ off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was pourin’
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kickin’ in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these niggas hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them niggas who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

[Verse 3: YRN Trae]
Playin’ with the gang, we bring them pipes out
Yeah, tryna ride the wave you gon’ get wiped out
Yeah that shit that you runnin’ it’s on me right now
You know you might just catch a clip for actin’ (?)
And you know we play with pistols, we don’t fight fair
Huh call me ghetto man I’m asleep like it’s a nightmare
(?) clair is what I might wear
Got a nigga car in my right ear
Now I jumped off the porshe
7.6 who can take down the horse
Yeah plug in Miami, get them bricks off the port
And I might just count a 100 thousand when I’m bored
I’m a boss they know it huh they know it

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
Ay, trappin’ off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was pourin’
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kickin’ in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these niggas hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them frauds and them niggas who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah hey uh


[Intro: Tory Lanez]
New York City
We got another one
Tory Lanez the don
Whole Umbrella in here
‘Casso baby
Nyce B

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She better know that we fuckin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the cuffin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the buggin’ when I come through
She know I’m straight thuggin’ when I come through
Tell me what’s love, when I need that
Pull it down for me shawty, lemme see that
Do that thang thang, yeah you fucking right
Leave your nigga back, I’m tryna fuck tonight
You still on the down low
Still creep on your boy, still freak on the down low
You know what I’m round for
I done came round to see you drop down on me
Do it slowly
Buss it all open like you got a slow leak
I’ve been in the streets with three or four freaks
She is so bad might need a police
Stomach on flat, ass obese
Walk oh how the fuck you got in those jeans
I just wanna touch ya, fuck ya OD
Know you got a man but this is lowkey

[Hook: Ashanti & (Tory Lanez)]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

[Verse 2: Nyce]
And I got two different girls on me
It ain’t easy, to get em off me
‘Cause I pull up in that light foreign
Shawty you see me, you can’t ignore it
I ain’t fucking with you dumb broads, got my dawgs, get em off
There’s a lot of bad bitches I done pissed off, did wrong, dipped off
Still a nigga mean with the wrist
She gon’ take it off, course she ain’t with the shits
That’s your girlfriend but she ain’t give a shit
Clean in this bitch and the watch on my wrist cost a key and a brick
What’s love got to do with it
I could show you just what to do with it
Come through, I’ma let you get it
And you know what I do with..

[Hook: Ashanti & (Tory Lanez)]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)


[Intro: Tory Lanez]
New York City
We got another one
Tory Lanez the don
Whole Umbrella in here
Coscto baby
Nyce B

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She better know that we fuckin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the cuffin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the buggin’ when I come through
She know I’m straight thuggin’ when I come through
Tell me what’s love, when I need that
Pull it down for me shawty, lemme see that
Do that thang thang, yeah you fucking right
Leave your nigga back, I’m tryna fuck tonight
You still on the down low
Still creep on your boy, still freak on the down low
You know what I’m round for
I done came round to see you drop down on me
Do it slowly
Buss it all open like you got a slow leak
I’ve been in the streets with three or four freaks
She is so bad might need a police
Stomach on flat, ass obese
Walk oh how the fuck you got in those jeans
I just wanna touch ya, fuck ya OD
Know you got a man but this is lowkey

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

[Verse 2: Nyce]
And I got two different girls on me
It ain’t easy, to get em off me
‘Cause I pull up in that light foreign
Shawty you see me, you can’t ignore it
I ain’t fucking with you dumb broads, got my dawgs, get em off
There’s a lot of bad bitches I done pissed off, did wrong, dipped off
Still a nigga mean with the wrist
She gon’ take it off, course she ain’t with the shits
That’s your girlfriend but she ain’t give a shit
Clean in this bitch and the watch on my wrist cost a key and a brick
What’s love got to do with it
I could show you just what to do with it
Come through, I’ma let you get it
And you know what I do with..

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)


itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/rae-sremmurd-artist.html”>RAE SREMMURD Now That I Know lyrics

Don’t do
EarDrummers
Don’t do
(Mike WILL Made It)

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ the world that I deal with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

I don’t know what it is about these bitches
Maybe it’s me listenin’ to the radio
Kickin’ it with this good dope
That I chose to roll with these bad hoes
And I can’t complain
I came up, came up on y’all hoes and I’m not ashamed

Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ the world that I deal with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

Two middle fingers
It ain’t nothin’ to forget you
I blocked your number, can’t call my phone
And I’m with some other bitches
She a player like me
Try to leave a nigga on E
Had to keep trippin’, OD
Bounce back to the old me
I shoulda listened to the homies
Hit it then quit it then went about my fuckin’ business
But I was fuckin’ with lil momma, that was my decision
And I don’t really listen to nobody else opinion
You tell your girls you done with me
But I know you fuck with me
Cause these other niggas inconsistent
And these other niggas ain’t Jxmmi

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ the world that I deal with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong

Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know
(Haha, Swae Lee)
I can’t love you
I can’t love you


Don’t do
EarDrummers
Don’t do
(Mike WILL Made It)

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ the world that I deal with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

I don’t know what it is about these bitches
Maybe it’s me listenin’ to the radio
Kickin’ it with this good dope
That I chose to roll with these bad hoes
And I can’t complain
I came up, came up on y’all hoes and I’m not ashamed

Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ the world that I deal with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

Two middle fingers
It ain’t nothin’ to forget you
I blocked your number, can’t call my phone
And I’m with some other bitches
She a player like me
Try to leave a nigga on E
Had to keep trippin’, OD
Bounce back to the old me
I shoulda listened to the homies
Hit it then quit it then went about my fuckin’ business
But I was fuckin’ with lil momma, that was my decision
And don’t really listen to nobody else opinion
You tell your girls you’re done with me
But I know you fuck with me
‘Cause these other niggas inconsistent
And these other niggas ain’t Jxmmi

Of course I want to lie and say I don’t miss you
My bitch on the side just told me to forget you
Quit tellin’ them hoes, that I chill with you
That’s what niggas do, that’s what niggas do
So much for a dream come true
So this is what we’ve come to?
If you want to go, fuck you

Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, somethin’ went wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong
Somethin’ went wrong, terribly wrong

Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know
Now that I know, now that I know


[Intro:]
Nodding like the stereotypist, man

[Hook:]
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
(Bitch I do my own thang)

[Verse 1:]
Mobbed out lookin’ like a G
See me comin’, make you wanna cross the street
Crooks lookin’ odd by the police
Throw peace, buddy, probably gold teeth
All red, I’m yelling "Go Chiefs"
Cross that, all black, no priest
I can tell you ain’t had no ass, like cold seats
Uptight, so sleek, no sheep
For all this ink I got in my skin, I see you hatin’
Tryin’ to read it to see if it’s gang related
Must be linked in, questionin’ me "Where Mary J at?"
Oh you need it? I probably can navigate it
That’s beside the point, I’m with the team, nigga we made it
Pop the bottle, they wanna know where we play at
That ain’t [?], like what I see and hate to say it
Is you with it, the shit, or you need a payment?
Got my..

[Hook:]
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang

[Verse 2:]
Mobbed out, fifty peeps deep
From 25th and 56th Street
Now with J’s on, bitches get deep
Tell homie don’t bring a chick he can’t keep
Got my shades on in the town low-key
Fuckin’ dope, you fuck around and OD
Oh your name gone? Don’t look around and blame me
I be coolin’ [in the RDV?]
Offend your or something? You hatin’ as if I got a beef
The image assumption you made, I take a label, you see
Woah now, slow down, Joe Brown, Judge Judy
Take your top off if you not a cop off duty
I-I-I’m a wanted man, I’m a wanted man
I am what I am, I do what I can
Guessin’ I’m a boss by the way I stand
Want a pic and a boss? I’ma get a thang

[Hook:]
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin’ like I’m bad news
All black, as uzh
Baby we don’t have roofs
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I’m in the dope gang
So heat, so flame
Bitch I do my own thang
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang (Bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang


[Chorus (x7)]
It’s Futuristic or die, nigga

[Verse 1]
Futuristic or die, no lie
Nigga fuck with the gang or get hanged by your own tie
Skydive with no parachute
I dare a nigga or his crew to ever say he so fly
Did it by myself, know why?
Independent nigga with a really cold mind
Hit the goal line
When it’s showtime I show out, it’s sold out
Lyrics, everybody knows mine
Snow White don’t kiss hoes just bros
Niggas couldn’t see me even if they on they tiptoes
Crisp flow so cold that my lips froze
Never took shortcuts, niggas using CliffsNotes
Been broke for a minute should forget it
I’m living off of this music, I swear to God I’m a young Sean
WTF gang apparel had a Rocawear so I said I’m never sporting Sean John
Get it, got it, good
I ain’t in the hood
I’m riding around and I’m getting it with white friends
They see the kid, reckon that’s what I did
I swear that I get it in til the motherfucking night end
5’5 but I’m 9’6
Kids looking up to me because they see how I rhyme with it
I took my time perfected my only passion
No spazzing when I be rapping man I’m so out of my mind with it
I be going berzerk
Ya’ll suck, I bet your knees hurt
Like teen mom’s you’re so dumb
I’ve seen your ass with [?]
Could you get any weaker?
I kill shit and don’t try
It’s Futuristic or bungee jump with dental floss and die

[Chorus (x7)]
It’s Futuristic or die, nigga

[Verse 2]
It’s Futuristic or OD
I am not your homie, nigga
The one and only so please don’t act like you know me
I’m the truth you ain’t nothing but a phony nigga
You say you cold bro show me, nigga
Your chick wanna blow me, nigga
I’ve been rising from the bottom I got ‘em
I be the hottest on top you below me, nigga
Ya’ll cracking me up
I try not to say shit
All I do is let my damn talent show
You on stage with a whole bunch of lames cuffing the mic looking like a high school talent show
Let my talent grow
I’m the one taking these hits ain’t that a bitch
Fuck the nigga who made it, most underrated
No debating, I’m slaying your operation
You so famous and I ain’t even made it, nigga
I’m not hating or maybe I am
There’s some things I just don’t understand
Elementary lyrics that you be spitting I’m not really feeling
So please tell me how the fuck you got fans
I was in the band crowd surfing in the stands
You rapping about the liquor and moving a couple grams
But I’m rapping about my life on this mic
How I do so nice so I can take care of all of my fam, nigga
Futuristic that young dude that’s making moves without a thing to lose
Pay my dues and I bang a thing or two in this fucking booth
That’s all I do
Ask about it in the future that’s all I knew
See the benefits but I do it all for you
Or die be the line and all that’s true

[Chorus (x7)]
It’s Futuristic or die, nigga


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang! Gang!
We started this shit nigga, they know
Niggas cross me, they know
Talkin’ I ain’t did shit for ’em, they know
Pussy niggas, I cut ’em off, bitch
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
Mini chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
Randy give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bitch Nigga
And I gave ’em cash, I’m a rich nigga
Before I got this fame I kept a stick nigga
And I fuck his bitch, I give her dick nigga
Now tell ’em every reason why you sick nigga
And I’m the reason why you got them bricks nigga
Sneak dissin’, catch him by himself, ain’t got a stick with him
100 thousand jewels, I call my lil’ bitch a [?] nigga
Would say I hope you OD but I don’t jinx
Pussy boy, telling everything to the pigs nigga
Talkin’ ’bout I don’t do shit for the fam, bitch I’m from the Lam
100 here, 100 thou’
Free my niggas out the jail
I’ll never rat
50K, I drop it out the sac
Bike life
Slide on that Banchee, on lil’ Meek’s ass
Nightlife
Slide to his crib, I’ma creep his ass
Left, right
3, 4 times, I’ma beat his ass
If came with us, I swear to God we’ll leave his ass

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
Mini chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
Randy give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Niggas in Chicago [?], them niggas is lyin’
Think about fuckin’ with mine, them niggas dyin’
Bitch got me poppin’ a Perc, I took a few a slime
Free the guys doin’ real time, 22 and 9
Even though they want 1,000 pennies, niggas won’t drop a dime
They know we fuckin’ hoes in the city
Fuck with us and never call a bitch back
I’m the nigga, follow who?
Only time I follow niggas are for Twitter
Watch this shit, go and get my own
With no asking shit
Past this shit, classic shit
I might fuck a ratchet bitch
Bitch I’m me, I can fuck for free
30K to see
Bitches mad, got ’em mad at me
People hated me
Super sauce, I’m a super boss
Killas super off
Niggas hoes, niggas super salty
And I got designer, Loubs and all
Niggas straight snitches, just to lose ’em all
Nigga what, nigga who is y’all
Bernie take ’em off!
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
Mini chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
Randy give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang! Gang!
We started this shit nigga, they know
Niggas cross me, they know
Talkin’ I ain’t did shit for ’em, they know
Pussy niggas, I cut ’em off, bitch
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
[?] chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
[?] give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bitch Nigga
And I gave ’em cash, I’m a rich nigga
Before I got this fame I kept a stick nigga
And I fuck his bitch, I give her dick nigga
Now tell ’em every reason why you sick nigga
And I’m the reason why you got them bricks nigga
Sneak dissin’, catch him by himself, ain’t got a stick with him
100 thousand jewels, I call my lil’ bitch a [?] nigga
Would say I hope you OD but I don’t [?]
Pussy boy, telling everything to the pigs nigga
Talkin’ ’bout I don’t do shit for the fam, bitch I’m from the [?]
100 [?], 100 thou’
Free my niggas out the jail
I’ll never rat
50K, I drop it out the sac
Bike life
Slide on that Banchee, on lil’ Meek’s ass
Nightlife
Slide to his crib, I’ma creep his ass
Left, right
3, 4 times, I’ma beat his ass
If came with us, I swear to God we’ll leave his ass

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
[?] chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
[?] give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Niggas in Chicago [?], them niggas is lyin’
Think about fuckin’ with [?], them niggas dyin’
Bitch got me poppin’ a Perc, I took a few a slime
Free the guys doin’ real time, 22 and 9
Even though they won 1,000 pennies, niggas won’t drop a dime
They know we fuckin’ hoes in the city
Fuck with us and never call a bitch back
I’m the nigga, follow who?
Only time I follow niggas are for Twitter
Watch this shit, go and get my own
With no asks and shit
[?] this shit, [?] this shit
I might fuck a ratchet bitch
Bitch I’m me, I get fuck for free
30K to see
Bitches mad, got ’em mad at me
People [?]
Super sauce, I’m a super boss
Killas super off
Niggas hoes, niggas super salty
And I got designer, Loubs and all
Niggas straight snitches, just to lose ’em all
Nigga what, nigga who is y’all
Bernie take ’em off!
Gang! Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
Had to blow a bag on designer, I’m in the fashion scene
[?] chopper that draco catchin’ me lackin’ me
[?] give him two shots to his face, ’cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain’t no street nigga
You ain’t no street nigga


[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

[Verse 1]
Baby momma actin’ evil
Uncle still playin’ wit them needles
New car gas diesel
New money cash Visa
Nuski died what they believin’
Brotha muslim to my pops too
Tell ’em people (?) needy
We ain’t tryna talk no agreements
Beat my case wit the best lawyer
Told my sister I want the best for ya
Fuck a strippa go invest money
IG hoes that’s a test for ya
Devil workin’ want the best of ya
Street niggas make a mess of ya
Lil niggas put stress on ya
Yea yea yea
Start them killas off of guns, start the traphouse off of pounds
Bitch you know I love my son, broke my back was on the ground
Who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

[Verse 2]
Close homie tried to kill me
I’m just givin’ y’all that’s the real me
Real niggas gotta feel me
Station tryna they tryna wheel me
Couple big niggas tried to lift me
I got my pops so don’t try me
I got missed call from my granny
Gotta get back wit the family
Streets say I need old me
Nappy dreads off the codeine
Block niggas sellin’ dope fiend
Gold rollies to a trophy
Fuck a deal I got street money
Keep money plug keep comin’
Comin’ strong nothin’ weak to me
Nick Cannon Glocks keep drummin’
In the streets wit me it ain’t nowhere
Got all of these money I’mma show it
So who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care

[Hook]
Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I’mma drink ’em I ain’t worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I’mma think ’em I ain’t worried
Can’t trust none of these niggas
Don’t love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people


[Verse 1]
Have we OD’d on a good thing?
Have we run against the wall?
Is the devil in the routine?
And we don’t even know
Wanna be like in the movies
Where they run wild and free
But the devil in routine won’t let us be

[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes we make it
Only to break it
But then we let it go
[Chorus]
Cause baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love
Baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love

[Verse 2]
Can we hold on to a good thing?
Can we tear down this walls?
Beat the devil in the routine
Change what we know

[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes we make it
Only to break it
But then we let it go

[Chorus]
Cause baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love
Baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love

[Post-Chorus]
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love

[Bridge]
And the way it comes will carry us over
Leaps and folds, but we’re still holding on
Cause at the break of every wave there is power
And every time I feel unsure
I breathe in through your lungs and I know

[Chorus]
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love
Baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love, yeah

[Chorus]
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love
Baby, you
You’re giving me higher love
Keep giving me higher love
You’re giving me higher love, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love
Giving me higher love


Intro: Styles P (Talking)

Real MC shit you know
Jedi’s on deck pay attention
Fuck y’all niggas talkin’ bout?
Verse 1: Styles P

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva
Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it
You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier
He’s hot headed, he’ll leave you as masses on fire
I’m the ghost rider that’ll kill your ghost writer
Make him OD on heroin, he’s a dope writer
If you had it written don’t you tell me that you spittin’
Imma say you bullshittin’ and go suck a dick
And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin’
Yeah, I’m 41 but you ain’t got to act dumb nigga
I ain’t got a problem killing 41 young niggas
14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga
I was movin’ work at like 41 slums nigga
Told my nigga Budden we don’t always get along
But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion
We know we got bars and these little niggas don’t
Let’s lock ’em up, just slaughter ’em, make it look disgusting
Cut from a cloth that God made
Waring in the devils’ land when I want to war knockin’ ‘I Pray’
Could kill MC’s for like 5 days
I’m talkin’ Monday through Friday
Go and pick up then dump ’em on the highway
Yeah, you should know that the ghost here
Space ghost, kill ’em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

Verse 2: Joe Budden

A nigga vision is so clear
Even through the mystici , keep the pope near
Was big out in L.E.S., this ain’t Joe clear
Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe’s ear
So the venom is caged, I’m underpaid
I can only give ’em minimum rage
I came up when all they respected is violence
If you know, it’s something to be said in my silence
Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands
Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling
Got football numbers when the squad was pinched
Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went
Listen, the fame you can keep
Some niggas became sheep
But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech
All I hear is niggas talkin’ bout Game and Meek
I’m in the crib thinkin’ this entire game is meek
This shit has changed Ghost
They lowered the understanding
Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion
But you and ‘Kiss told me we gon’ make it
Say whatever you want about him he don’t fake it
You rarely see me out, I don’t be most places
In bars it’s still shit that real G’s hold sacred, yeah
That’s probably why they adore me though
Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo


[Verse: Playboi Carti]
No ventilation, hoes stimulating on this novacane I’m making
Still searching for the one we in the Martrix
Words from the sea ?
Never gave a fuck about the ?
Muscle arms, muscle arms cooking up with baking soda
God never let my enemies get between insanity and Hova
Turning clouds into castles ? slow cameras roll
These bitches listen to us like we got mind control
Overdose my high nigga, I’m flying
By the jets shout out the sky nigga, I’m dying
I take a pound and break it down into a baby bud
Roll up a spliff, then I light it up, now take a puff
It takes concentration when I’m blazing on this elevation
Now treat your hate with my herbal medication
Yeah nigga, ?

[Outro: Sample from Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story]
You smoking reefers?
Yeah of course we are, can’t you smell it?
No Sam. I can’t
Come on Dewey! Join the party!
No Dewey! You don’t want this. Get outta here!
You know what I don’t want no hangover, I can’t get no hangover
It doesn’t give you a hangover!
Well, I get addicted to it or something?
Its not habit forming
I don’t wanna, overdose on it
You can’t OD on it!
It’s not gonna make me wanna have sex is it?
It makes sex even better
Sounds kinda expensive
Its the cheapest drug there is