So Help Me God! (2020)

 

• Lambo Wrist
• Grey Area
• Save Me
• Money Maker
• Can't Go For That
• Feel A Way
• Quarantine Thick
• Ziploc
• Free Lighter
• Toni
• Southside Hov
• Vampire
• YRB
• Wait For You To Die
• 55 Times

Lambo Wrist lyrics - 2 Chainz

Respect it!

From the tipper

Jefe shit

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it

2 Chainz

I'm with whatever you with

You ain't the only one out here getting rich

You ain't the only one that got young niggas you can go pay to do dumb shit (Toni)

Hold up (Roll up, ba), tell 'em roll up (Roll up, hold up)

I'm in a Rolls Royce (I'm in), got 'bout 4 em (4 em)

I got baguettes, on my forearm (Forearm, forearm)

Aren't we living no stress (Aren't we living no stress)

Park the Lambo on my bezel (Park the lambo)

Cuban Link lay on my dresser (Yeah)

My pockets fat, yours anorexic (Facts)

Spent a foreign car all on my necklace

See me shining from the other section

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Yeah)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Huh)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist

Done got rich, don't give no shit

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Yeah)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Ayy)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Uh)

Done got rich, don't give no shit (Done right)

350 cash (Fo' sho), didn't even do the dash (Pew)

Room full of bosses, nigga (Boom), you looking like staff (You)

I'm on a war path (Fye), I go homicidal on the beat (Beat)

Lil' bitch you ain't nothing to me, my partner spin your block like Uber Eats (Ga-ga-ga-ga, brr)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (ayy)

Stand on this pound, I be 6'8

Keep the fire on me like big hate

Might buy your building, I hope your rent paid

Millionaire frames (Millionaire frames)

Championship rings (Championship rings)

No, I can't sing (What you finna do?)

But I got more hits than the Braves, yeah (Toni)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Yeah)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Huh)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist

Done got rich, don't give no shit (Yeah)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Yeah)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Ayy)

I done put a Lambo on my wrist (Uh)

Done got rich, don't give no shit

Chatting and chairs moving

Gavel

Grey Area lyrics - 2 Chainz

Jay The Great, Bass Kickin Like A Body In Da Trunk

Toni

Aw man, aw

Ooh, wow

I just sat up on the stand, told a lie straight to the honor

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama

All this shit that I have done, I can not believe in karma (Yeah)

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama (Boom, boom, boom!)

Young enough to fuck your sister, young enough to fuck your auntie

I ain't messing with your Grannie, I just juuged her out them Xannies (True!)

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, y'all don't motherfucking at it

Nigga, tell 'em pull em up, drop the motherfucking addy

Take my shot just like Marcus Camby, I'm so hot they fannin'

I got mills out of Def Jam, I got mills out Atlantic

Niggas know (Yeah), my flow like my crib, this shit full of Grammies

Strip club clothes, get her OnlyFans, lil' bitch don't you panic

Got a yard that's so damn big I ordered 30 hammocks (Got it)

Niggas claimed they got a tool but never used the hammer

Gonna set the standard, I done repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana

Dolce & Gabbana, Louis V bandana (Do it)

I just sat up on the stand, told a lie straight to the honor

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama

All this shit that I have done, I can not believe in karma (Yeah)

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama (Boom, boom, boom!)

Young enough to fuck your sister, young enough to fuck your auntie

I ain't messing with your Grannie, I just juuged her out them Xannies (True!)

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, y'all don't motherfucking at it

Nigga, tell 'em pull em up, drop the motherfucking addy

Old enough to son you niggas, young enough to fuck your ex

Old enough to be your landlord and sign your fucking checks

I take care of IRS, excuse me, sir, am I arrested?

Fell in love with VVS, my cuz a blood, PMS (Boom!)

Oh you thick? Oh you sexy? What you doing later, go and text me

Got my heart on Wayne Gretzky, you don't fuck with me and that's a blessing

I smoke weed out the plants, I sold and rapped about this shit (Yeah)

Put her on track, had her runnin laps 'round this dick (Ooh)

I just sat up on the stand, told a lie straight to the honor

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama

All this shit that I have done, I can not believe in karma (Yeah)

Old enough to be your Daddy, young enough to fuck your Mama (Boom, boom, boom!)

Young enough to fuck your sister, young enough to fuck your auntie

I ain't messing with your Grannie, I just juuged her out them Xannies (True!)

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, y'all don't motherfucking at it

Nigga, tell 'em pull em up, drop the motherfucking addy

I done set the standard, I been repped Atlanta

Rep-rep-rep Atlanta

Step-step-step the standards

I done rep'd Atlanta, slept in a cabana

Set the standard, I been repped Atlanta

Rep-rep-rep Atlanta

Step-step-step the standards

I done repped Atlanta, slept in a cabana

Save Me lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Yeah, we don't wanna do anything to scare the children

That's the last thing we wanna do

We don't wanna scare anybody

You are my, my eve—, my everything

It's so hard to choose, but somehow, I chose you

I love you

Sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff

Baby, you are my everything

[2 Chainz:]

Yeah, when people ask me for some money, I tell 'em get in line (Line)

Another funeral, I done paid for all my niggas dying

I got that PTSD syndrome so all I hear is sirens

I text my nigga but I guess he ain't, he ain't replyin'

Smile in your face, and when you turn your back, they stab your spine

I wear shades and carry sticks like I'm legally blind

A tall nigga in the coupe, so I'm easy to find

She want Versace so I flew her straight out to Milan

It ain't no cappin' in my rap, you know you pussy need a peppin'

From the Southside, off Old Nat, I'm in my bag, I gotta say

Grown niggas get upset if I don't give 'em no money

But you ain't do nothin' to them niggas when they slid on your homies

I ain't savin' nobody unless she's here to stay

You know the thighs match the ass, ass match the waist (Woo)

You know the tires match the rims, rims match the Wraith (Yeah)

And if she loyal, then she spoiled, nigga, that's my babe

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again {2 Chainz}:]

Oh yeah, you saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Nobody else, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Oh, come on, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Nobody else, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Oh, come on now)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Now let me tell you 'bout that youngin' who fresh outta prison (Out of prison)

Say he misguided, he be wildin', he just want attention (He want attention)

That nation business, I stand tall, so when you talk, I listen (I listen)

Then money talk, so I'm just hopin' I'm the one they mention (The one they mention)

Upgraded my swag, I walk on stage and still got case suspended (Case suspended, uh)

Roll with some hitters out Savannah, bangin' Rollin 60's (Neighborhood)

Look, my lil' niggas tote that hammer, no such thing as missin' (Bom-bah)

And plus, I'm fresh up out that slammer, I go hard, no quittin'

I bought that work, don't need no clout (Don't need no clout)

Bandana wrapped 'round that Glock, I'm posted on the block (I'm on the block)

Can't love nobody if I don't love myself, put all my feelings on the shelf

And I just need my niggas, I feel I don't need nobody else

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again {2 Chainz}:]

Oh yeah, you saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Nobody else, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Oh, come on, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Nobody else, {you saved me})

You saved me from myself

I don't need nobody else (Oh, come on now)

[2 Chainz {YoungBoy Never Broke Again}:]

It's so hard to choose, but somehow, I chose you

(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

I love you

Sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff, sho' 'nuff

Baby, you are my everything

Respect it

It's so hard to choose, but somehow, I chose you

I love you

{Oh, yeah}

Money Maker lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Wayne)

[2 Chainz:]

(I've been, just goin' crazy)

Southern University

(What's up with y'all?)

Alabama State

(Yeah, we back, I'm back)

FAMU

(Shit, you know)

Clark Atlanta

(It feel good to be back)

Uh

Now shake your money-maker

Don't let that money make ya

I shake that money-maker (Uh)

Don't let that money make ya

Oh, shake your money-maker (Yeah)

Don't let that money make ya

Oh, shake that money-maker (Tony)

Don't let that money make ya, baby

(Let's go)

Yeah, now shake that money-maker (Money)

Don't let that money make ya

You know I come to date you, and I'll accommodate ya

I'll make you cum, I ate you, I know your home lately

I turn your curly hair into that bone straightener

I make you moan, baby (Moan)

It feel right, don't it? I know I'm wrong, baby (Wrong)

That pheromone fragrance, can't miss no car payments (No)

I kiss her earlobe, like, "What you doin' later?" ("What you doin'?")

The Birkin alligator, them lames agitate her

I'm talkin' natural beauty, no make-up applicator (No need)

She say I killed the pussy (Kill it), I seen the affidavit

She blew my cap off (Blew it) like I had graduated (Tell 'em)

The roof decapitated, the booth contaminated (Damn)

Ayy, check my face card, I bet it's laminated (True)

My jewelry carbonated, my yard a hundred acres (A hunnid)

I'd like to nominate you to roll my dice in Vegas

[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]

(Yeah) Now shake your money-maker

Don't let that money make ya

I shake that money-maker (Uh)

Don't let that money make ya (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, shake your money-maker (Yeah)

Don't let that money make ya

Oh, shake your money-maker (Collegrove)

Don't let that money make ya, baby (Collegrove)

(Let's go)

[Lil Wayne:]

(Yeah)

You can have a piece of my love

Collegrove

I's waiting for you

Collegrove

Girl, it's true

Uh, yeah, uh

I don't do cap (No), I don't do cap (No)

I don't do yap (Yeah), I make it hap' (Yeah)

I don't wan' rap (Yeah), I just wan' tap

Bitch, make it clap, blapp-blapp-blapp-blapp

Work that ass back, back-back-back-back

And now that ass fat, it used to be flat

What happened to that? Then she made it blatt

She say, "How it feel?" I say, "It feel like facts"

Then she start twerkin' (Yeah), this life a circus

You can ask Barnum, you can ask Bailey (Woah)

We don't need love, we just need favors

Put that on repeat and don't change the station (Woah)

Daddy ain't cheap, and mama ain't basic

And mama agree that daddy the greatest

And all I could see is ass-ass, ass-ass-ass, I'm in the matrix

This dick a tummy acher (Yeah), this dick a jumper cable (Uh)

Girl, let my tongue invade you, then let that cum escape you (Yeah)

Shake that money-maker, shake it lemon pepper

Like a salt shaker, give me high blood pressure, yeah (Woah)

[2 Chainz (Lil Wayne):]

Now shake your money-maker (Shake that money-maker)

Don't let that money make ya (Don't let that money make ya)

Now shake that money-maker (Now shake that money-maker)

Don't let the money make ya (Don't let that money make ya)

Oh, shake your money-maker (Shake your money-maker)

Shoutout to all the HBCUs out there

Don't let that money make ya (Don't let that money)

Oh, shake your money-maker (Shake that money)

Don't let that money make ya, baby (Don't let that money)

(Let's go, yeah)

You know, A&M, Alcorn, Jackson State (Shake that money)

Grambling, you kno'what I'm sayin', Texas Southern

'Skegee, Morehouse, TSU, Fort Valley

Kno'what I'm sayin', we Black

Can't Go For That lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Duval)

[Hall & Oates (2 Chainz):]

Easy ready willing overtime (Turn that light down for me)

When does it stop, where do you dare me to draw the line?

You got the body now you want my soul (Light that burner, Number 9, Camel)

Don't even think about it, say no go, yeah, ayy

(Yeah)

(We vibin' now)

(Back and back and forth, forth)

(Back and back and forth, forth)

We vibin' now

Back and back and forth, forth

Back and back and forth, forth

[2 Chainz:]

Doin' such a good job, I pat myself on the back

Flight confirmation, I cash through the app

Ain't nobody robbin' me, I answer doors with a strap

Anywhere I go, I put Southside on the map

Shawty said she love me, I said, "I love me back" (Back)

Try to cuss me out, I ain't goin' for that (Bitch)

A nigga said he want my plugs so they can order the packs

But I'm addicted to the trap, you never know I relapse so

[Hall & Oates (2 Chainz):]

I can't go for that, no, no (Haha)

(No can do, nigga)

I can't go for that, no, no

(No can do, oh)

I can't go for that, no, no

(No can do)

I can't go for that, can't go for that (Not me)

I can't go for that, I can't go for that (Yeah)

[2 Chainz:]

I call your phone, you ain't answer yours

I ain't goin' for the bull like a matador (Hmm)

Text me, if I don't reply quick, you trip (Trip)

I'm Jefe, I'm the highest on the list (List)

Kick it like Judo, the numero uno, yes I'm the highness

My house so far back in the woods that can't nobody find us

A driveway so long that you can run out of gas

Keep askin' me for money, you need to get off your ass

[Hall & Oates, Ty Dolla $ign (Ty Dolla $ign) {2 Chainz}:]

I can't go for that, no, no (No can't do)

{No can do, nigga}

I can't go for that, no, no

{No can do, oh}

I can't go for that, no, no (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

(No can do)

I can't go for that, can't go for that {Not me}

I can't go for that, I can't go for that {Yeah}

[2 Chainz:]

I beat a charge then I bounce back (Oh)

Drop 125 and brought a ounce back (Skrr)

Got the Cognac color on the inside (Inside)

And the Forgiatos covered with the big tires (Big tires)

When your friend come make sure she keep quiet (Shh)

Or the next time I see her I'll be senile (Ooh)

Look around like this must be a mixup (Mixup)

I can't fuck with you if you gonna switch up (Yeah)

[Hall & Oates, Ty Dolla $ign (Ty Dolla $ign) {2 Chainz}:]

I can't go for that, no, no (No can't do)

{No can do, nigga}

I can't go for that, no, no (I can't go for that)

{No can do, oh}

I can't go for that, no, no (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

No can do (No I can't go for that)

I can't go for that, can't go for that {Not me}

I can't go for that, I can't go for that (Ooh, wee)

I can't go for that, no, no (No can't do)

{No can do, nigga}

I can't go for that, no, no (I can't go for that)

{No can do, oh}

I can't go for that, no, no (No can do)

I can't go for that, I can't go for that

I can't go for that, I can't go for that (Ooh, wee)

Feel A Way lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Kanye West & Brent Faiyaz)

[2 Chainz:]

Okay

Alright

[Brent Faiyaz (2 Chainz):]

A nigga never learned to save

I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' any)

God don't make no mistakes

God don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom)

A nigga never learned to save

I be ballin' anyway (Yeah, swish)

God don't make no mistakes

This life is give-and-take

[2 Chainz:]

Needed somethin' wavy to get my point across (Yeah)

I work for myself so I guess I work for a boss

Look up at the scoreboard and tell you who took the loss

Aim it at your Adam's apple, turn it to apple sauce

El captain turned Peter's street into a Motorcross (Skrrt)

Last one with Def Jam but I'm still goin' off (I'm still goin' off)

And it ain't about my masters, I've been ownin' mine

Had a white friend mad at me 'cause I know Farrakhan (Boom)

And you know this is a hit, Barry Bonds

And my shawty gonna ride me like a Peloton (Ride)

Sophomore year I sold more crack than a windshield (Shit)

Dunk contest, jump over Lam' and did a windmill (Jump)

They ask me how I feel, I told 'em, "Never better" (Better)

Smokin' on opp, I roll more L's than Peli Peli

I stay fly, yes I'm fly, land on Mike Pence

I do some stupid shit, don't let 'em dawg me like Mike Vick

[Brent Faiyaz (2 Chainz):]

A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh)

I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway)

God don't make no mistakes (Respect it)

This life is give-and-take (Boom, boom)

(Southside)

[Kanye West {2 Chainz} *Both*:]

Don't let 'em make you feel a way

Could've freed more

If they only knew that they was slaves (Slaves, slaves, slaves)

Man, we gotta get away

Man, your boy done caught a wave

You should hear the way I say *Southside*

{Talk, talk, talk to them people}

Man, y'all don't even know the language

{Man, I ain't finna do no lame shit}

{This a yacht and that's a long way from a slave ship}

How they control our mind? {Mind}

How they control us though? {What?}

How they get us so, what? So emotional?

{You think you Nat Turner, what you want the folks to know?}

When Larry Jackson called, they let Frank Ocean go

Middle name Mandela {Me and momma sold dope together}

I can't hear you, Helen Keller {Since fifteen, I've been a felon}

{A felon can vote, spread the message, exhale accapella}

I still throw my diamond up, {oh you still reppin'} *Roc-A-Fella?*

Me and Dame in the studio, diamond up {What up Dame?}

Me and Biggs in the studio, time is up {What up Biggs?}

Woo, and I bet they feel a way

Thirteen thousand acres, I don't know where to stay *Southside*

[Brent Faiyaz (2 Chainz):]

A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh)

I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' any)

God don't make no mistakes (Respect it)

God don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom)

A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh)

I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway)

God don't make no mistakes

This life is give-and-take (Boom, boom)

(Southside)

MWA Music

Quarantine Thick lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Mulatto)

Lan, this beat so crazy

[2 Chainz:]

Okay, my day was amazin', her booty shots graze me

She said, "All the gyms closed", so she been feelin' lazy

She been late night snackin', but shawty still my baby (Pop, poppin', chill)

Several watches later, I still rock a Rollie (Rock a Rollie)

I'm prayin' for the dead, I'm prayin' for my homies (Rest in peace)

I sleep by a scale and everybody know it (Know it)

I hate it when a pretty girl start snorin' (Stop that shit)

Lookin' in the mirror like, "You a lucky man" (Lucky man)

How you gon' forget you spent a hunnid grand? (Spend that shit)

Life must be good, it must be great as fuck (Great as fuck)

I'm from where a nut'll cost you eighty bucks (Southside)

Mask on in the club, I make 'em rake it up (Rake it up)

He came outside, he thought mosquitoes ate him up (Grrah, grrah)

This is for A-Town, make 'em take a bow (Take a bow)

Can't fuck with you bitches, used to date a clown (Date a clown)

Yeah, I want my cake and wanna eat it too, spend it too

I get what you get just for an interlude (A interview?)

I might cop a yacht just to post a pic (Poppin' champ')

Sleepers spin your block 'til he get motion sickness (Rrahh)

Nigga, cocaine with my co-defendant (True)

I had that pussy pissin' once I hit that kidney (Hit it, hit it, uh)

[2 Chainz {Mulatto} *Both*:]

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty thick (Thick, thick)

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty thick (Thick ain't ya? Woo)

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty hips wider (Wider)

Got my right hand on the Draco like a Bible (Ayy, ayy, hand to God)

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it fast (Shake it fast)

No matter what you do, don't let 'em judge your past *Fuck the past*

I broke my wrist off in the bowl, I need a cast {Big Latto, skrrt, skrrt}

It ain't no stash if you ain't got nothin' in the stash

[Mulatto {2 Chainz}:]

Quarantine thick, he tryna get me lipo (Ooh)

Pussy Holy water, put that on the Bible (Ooh)

I might hit your nigga and run, bitch, you gon' need GEICO (Doo-doo, doo-doo)

Rap bitch but when he hit it, I might hit that high note (Oh)

Clayco raised me (Hmm), fuck that, Clayco made me

Bitch, you ain't gon' shoot shit if you ride with it on safety

Got your favorite rapper in my DMs tryna taste me (On God)

But I got my own bands, so shit like that don't phase me (Straight up)

Big Latto ain't goin' for none of that (No)

No panties on with that sundress (Oh)

Put the pussy right where that tongue at (Ooh)

Yeah, your nigga love that

Big Birkin bag, ho, me and my nigga got

Stop callin' my phone, askin' where your nigga at (What?)

Sonning these bitches, no Similac

Bitches ain't seein' me, cataracts (Oh)

Gotta get the backend 'fore I walk in the black truck, countin' racks (Oh, oh, oh, oh, {yeah, yeah})

[2 Chainz {2 Chainz & Mulatto}:]

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty thick (Thick, thick)

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty thick (Thick ain't ya? Woo)

She been quarantine, now lil' shawty hips wider (Wider)

Got my right hand on the Draco like a Bible (Ayy, ayy, hand to God)

{Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it fast} (Shake it fast)

No matter what you do, don't let 'em judge your past {Fuck the past}

I broke my wrist off in the bowl, I need a cast (Skrrt, skrrt)

It ain't no stash if you ain't got nothin' in the stash

Ziploc lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Kevin Gates)

[2 Chainz:]

Respected!

(Mondo on the beat, what's poppin'?)

Tony, yeah

[2 Chainz {Kevin Gates}:]

Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock}

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock} (Tony)

[2 Chainz:]

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

Ridin' with my dawgs, that's a pit stop (Pit stop)

Droppin' chicken off, that's a Wingstop (Wingstop)

Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah (Ooh)

Got the Draco in the headlock

Tryna dodge a cell block, nigga full of bedrock (Bedrock)

Got the whole look off the catwalk, uh

Got it out the mud, out the asphalt (Asphalt)

Shorty you so fine, have the look in your eyes

With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (Ass fault)

Told a nigga I know your kind, if you came on my side

Would've robbed you with the mask off (Mask off)

Told my young niggas don't crash out (Crash out)

Never let him know where the stash house (Stash house)

Millionaire friends with the blacked-out mirror

With the racks out, make his scale tap out (Tap out)

Turkey bag on top of turkey bags (Turkey bags)

Digit scale on top of digit scale (Digit scale)

Glock .40 on Glock .40 (Baow)

All while I had a record deal (Yeah)

Why a nigga stayed in Riverdale? (True)

Heard them niggas try and kiss and tell (Damn)

Tried to charge nephew with a body

Somebody OD'd on Fentanyl

[2 Chainz {Kevin Gates}:]

Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock}

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock} (Tony)

[Kevin Gates:]

Shaking back off a juice fast

Gorilla diet, went vegan

Diamond link chain bling in the coupe fast

Killers flyin' down seekin'

Fifteen spread, two or three bad, losing (Shhh)

Ten grams, tryna jump even

Cooked 'em in Sprite, vanilla extract, still tick

We ain't been speakin'

Plug, I'm really one of them (Yeah)

The nigga you braggin' on, I probably fronted him

Your family put up for collateral

You go to rat & the passenger punish him

Eight million dollars for a metric ton load

Thirty-three M's when you get the clip goin'

Boat hit the dock, it was already sold

Real street nigga with a mouth full of gold (Bah-bah)

If I get arrested, my bail paid (Yeah)

Projects, I stayed by the railway (Yeah)

I stood on the block, then I got me a spot

Now my daughter go shop for Chanel frames (Yeah)

Tracking device on the back of the car

But I'm thuggin', I know how to sell weight (Yeah)

Acquirin' my cut, I'm controllin' the gutter

Bitch, I'm from the slum where they sell H

[2 Chainz {Kevin Gates}:]

Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock}

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Add an extra gram for the Ziploc} (Ziploc)

Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc)

{Graduated, I can make a brick lock} (Tony)

[Desi Banks:]

Let me tell y'all somethin'

Boy these niggas right, boy these niggas really cap

I'll run through the god damn apartment

Beating the block down, I'm talkin' 'bout stupid

Had them fifteens in the muhfucka

That esé said I'm gon' fold, nigga I ain't

Niggas talking 'bout, "Who the fuck that is?

Boy that nigga ain't gettin' money"

I said boy, fuck you boy

I been gettin' money, hell is you doin' boy?

You the lame ass fuck nigga everybody been talking about

Swear you was gettin' money, you are not gettin' money

Yeah, I know your sister, she always callin me, talkin bout

"Where he gettin' money? He really not gettin no money like that"

Yeah, yeah, I really told you the truth

Yeah I been hitting her

Free Lighter lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Chief Keef)

[2 Chainz:]

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Toni

Fuckin' with me, that's a bad move

Use .762 for shampoo

Cartier frame that bamboo

Still doin' shit that you can't do

No GMOs, no canned foods

Like a pretty girl with tattoos

Walk in the club make a typhoon

Put him on a plate, lookin' like food

I'ma disrespect my rival

I'ma disrespect my rival

Niggas don't call me killer for nothing

Better respect that title (Fire)

Nigga better check they vital

Hit him with a hand held rifle

Right now I'm on that dad shit

'Cause I'm at my daughter recital (Cool)

I-I can't see my idol, dope came with a lighter

Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter

Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter (Yeah)

Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter

[Chief Keef:]

Dope came with a lighter

Hi, my name Almighty (Almighty)

Told me to buy her body (Body)

Bitch better ask God Almighty (Almighty)

Nigga get checked, no Nike

My neck and my wrist on party

My neck and my wrist so icy

But Chicago, the police is ikey

Nigga ain't straight, he ikey

My wrist is swole, she like me

I smell so fishy, no pisces

We ain't playin' fair, no taxi (Nah)

The shots, they kung fu fightin' (Brr)

Bitch, you a rats, you micin' (Bitch)

Beat a nigga ass like Mikey (Uh)

Tell DeJ Loaf, "Come try me" (Uh)

Real dope came with a lighter

Married to the money, throw the rice up

Pockets full of dead presidents

I told her, "Go wake up Michael"

Lil' bitty boy get a tricycle

Me and gang probably took your bicycle

Walkin' 'round L.A. like an icicle

You'll hear the engine when we ridin' through

[2 Chainz:]

I-I can't see my idol, dope came with a lighter

Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter

Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter (Yeah)

Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter

Brought some weed, came with some grabba (What?)

Big house came with a Bible (Wow)

Lambo came with a Tahoe (Yeah), double sided broad, a diablo

We got cheese, lettuce, and shells (Ayy), nigga better duck his taco

I just spend 150 like Messi (Whoa), tote that fifty like Mali (Whoa)

Know I can make it hot though, I was on the phone with Kyro (Yeah)

That lil' bitch, she a thot though (Yeah), that lil' bitch, she a block ho

Every time she call my phone, yeah, she on block, bro (Yeah)

Talk to the plug, he named Paco

The parking lot swoll man, I swear that's a lotto

Ice chip dip, no nachos (Dip)

Lookin' like a nigga won the lotto (Whoa)

Your bitch came home doin' the eye roll (Yeah)

She only came home 'cause vamos

Stand on my money, I'm taller than 2 Chainz

Three hundred thousand, I spent that on two rings (Whoa)

I fucked your bitch in an old body Mulsanne

[2 Chainz:]

I-I can't see my idol, dope came with a lighter

Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter

Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter (Yeah)

Dope came with a lighter, dope came with a lighter

Toni lyrics - 2 Chainz

Toni!

Got a million dollars in my memory bank

I can get some money, I don't even think

Ahh! Goddamn, bro you ill

8

Damn bitch, you ill, damn bitch, you real (Real)

Damn bitch, you raw (Raw) damn bitch, you ill, uh

Damn bitch, you get it (Get it) damn bitch, you got it (Got it)

Damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it) damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it)

Damn bitch, you ballin', damn, damn, bitch you ballin' (Ballin')

Damn Tit, you ballin', damn, damn Tit, you ballin' (Ballin')

Damn bitch, you get it, uh, damn Tit, you flippin' (Flippin')

Damn bitch, you spendin', you can't take it with you

Toni like to drink, Toni like to smoke

Toni like to wear a diamond chain inside his coat

Toni got the stove with the Pyrex and the fork

Toni like to mix the Arm & Hammer with the coke

Toni never care, Toni like to pay it

Niggas just to pull up on your set and bust your head

Toni used to buy the lean by the fuckin' keg

Toni used to use a triple beam like a fridge

"You don't eat, you don't sleep", that's what Toni said

Toni said before he buy it, he gon' have to weigh it

Toni 'bout to turn you into prey and bow his head

Toni gotta own it, Toni take it to the head

Damn bitch, you ill, damn bitch, you real (Real)

Damn bitch, you raw (Raw) damn bitch, you ill, uh

Damn bitch, you get it (Get it) damn bitch, you got it (Got it)

Damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it) damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it)

Damn bitch, you ballin', damn, damn, bitch you ballin' (Ballin')

Damn Tit, you ballin', damn, damn Tit, you ballin' (Ballin')

Damn bitch, you get it, uh, damn Tit, you flippin' (Flippin')

Damn bitch, you spendin', you can't take it with you

Toni motivate, Toni know they hatin'

Toni put the deuces on foreign roller skates

Toni used the same stove for the turkey bacon

Toni seen the same hoes out there booty shakin'

Toni got connects, Toni rock Pateks

Gucci know if Toni don't get it first then that's a threat

Toni know he raw, Toni at they neck

Toni goin' hard, Toni momma named Jeanette

Toni from the block, Toni got respect

Toni starin' at her, I think Toni want that bitch

Toni from the 'partment, the shadow of the bricks

Toni got his girl a double deuce, he got a stick

Damn bitch, you ill, damn bitch, you real (Real)

Damn bitch, you raw (Raw) damn bitch, you ill, uh

Damn bitch, you get it (Get it) damn bitch, you got it (Got it)

Damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it) damn bitch, you rock it (Rock it)

Damn bitch, you ballin', damn, damn, bitch you ballin' (Ballin')

Damn Tit, you ballin', damn, damn Tit, you ballin' (Ballin')

Damn bitch, you get it, uh, damn Tit, you flippin' (Flippin')

Damn bitch, you spendin', you can't take it with you

Southside Hov lyrics - 2 Chainz

[Sevyn Streeter:]

Feel high that you get from the lye

If you feel it, wave your L in the sky

Feel it, wave your L in the sky

L in the sky

[2 Chainz:]

I'm from the Southside where it's lukewarm

Where niggas set you up for robbery and help you look for 'em

I've been a stepper, I walk around with my own shoe horn

This type of flow, I give the opposition goosebumps

I saw my dad die and told that nigga, "Wake up"

My momma woke me up and asked me for a wake-up

You playin' checkers, I play chess like an eight-cup

I sold pounds, I ain't never have a paystub, uh

I'm from the gutter, diamonds studded, I am too for real

Name another rapper that got a Versace shoe deal

The turkey bags next to the digit scales

I act a donkey, they just don't know where to pin the tail

I'm sick for real ever since Enfamil

Tiffany colored blicker shells the size of zinfandels

Got Riverdale in my fingernails

I got the suit from Miguel, I know it fit me well, uh

Lentil soup, I'm on my health kick

I'm 'bout to sell Most Expensivest to Netflix

I put slapping pussy niggas on my checklist

I think they think I'm soft ever since I had kids

It take me everything not to throw it all away

You did some stupid shit and left your chick with all the babies

And when I call just to ask her if she need somethin'

She said, "Yeah, me and my friend want a threesome"

So Help Me God

[2 Chainz & Sevyn Streeter:]

L in the sky

Give 'em, if you feel it, wave your L in the sky

Don't bite the hand that feed you

Don't talk behind his back, they won't believe you

Wave your L in the sky

Whether it's legal or illegal

If you feel it, wave your L in the

Whether you valet or a boss, we born equal

If you feel it, wave your L in the sky

You know the root of all evil

They say it's money, but money help people

L in the sky

If, if, if, if, if, if you feel it, wave your L in the sky

Feel high that you get from the lye

If you feel it, wave your L in the sky

They say it's money, but the money help people

Feel it, wave your L in the sky

They say it's money, but the money help people

L in the sky

Feel it, wave your L in the sky

Vampire lyrics - 2 Chainz

But do you promise to tell the truth, the whole truth

And nothing but the truth?

So help me God

Ooh, ooh, this is, this is

Really you fuckin' with it? (Hell yeah)

Alright, yeah (Ooh, ooh)

Slick you fuckin' with it? (I'm in my bag)

Alright, I see you know

Blicky on the seat, my dawg, rest in peace (My dawg, rest in peace)

It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (Like I don't ever sleep)

Jealousy gon' 'cause a death or felony (Death or felony)

The babies out here bangin' B's or they throwin' C's

Bleach can't even get the stains up out the street (Streets)

Smilin' on the outside, but inside bleedin' (Uh)

Hemorrhagin', they just tryna drain my energy

Vampire, up all night like fangs on my teeth (Toni)

How you wanna go and kill yo partner? You ain't got no beef

Been sittin' at the table, even when I ain't had no seat (Uh)

If your lights and water never been cut off, don't judge me (Please)

If it ain't no real love, please don't try to hug me

Place no one above me (Me), underground like Bun B (Yeah)

I can tell you're just gettin' money, your first baby mama was ugly (True)

Yes, I'm blessed not lucky (Lucky), got a load on bunky (Bunky)

She suck me up on her monthly, I hope my past don't haunt me (Uh)

I'm covered in the blood, that's my armor (Armor)

If you have done what I did, you wouldn't believe in karma

I should be ashamed for what I said to my mama

Paranoid at night, pistol on me like pajamas (Yeah)

Blicky on the seat, my dawg, rest in peace (My dawg, rest in peace)

It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (Like I don't ever sleep)

Jealousy gon' 'cause a death or felony (Death or felony)

The babies out here bangin' B's or they throwin' C's

Police can't even get the stains up out the street (Streets)

Smilin' on the outside, but inside bleedin' (Uh)

Hemorrhagin', they just tryna drain my energy

Vampire, up all night like fangs on my teeth (Toni)

You think somethin' sweet? Insulin

Save money talk, I hope you a great listener (Listener)

Pull the partition up (Oh), this a private convo (Oh)

Clap on him, block spin again for an encore (Bah)

New one on revenge mode, blood on his front porch

Oh, you gonna play it like that? They must want war

Strikin' through the city on the Vicodins and Henny

Anything to feel numb, far as love, don't want any

Like a penny with a hole in it, then I put my soul in it

First I pop the trunk, then I put some bowls in it

Rest in peace Richie, know your pop heart broken (Broken)

Never get a chance to hear another word spoken (Spoken)

Gettin' cancer and bein' there, another way of copin' (Damn)

Certain circumstances make you care less about votin' (What?)

When company come through, I leave the stick out in the open (The stick)

I ain't playin' about this shit, it be the one that's the closest (Yeah)

Blicky on the seat, my dawg, rest in peace (My dawg, rest in peace)

It's hard for me to sleep, like I don't ever sleep (Like I don't ever sleep)

Jealousy gon' 'cause a death or felony (Death or felony)

The babies out here bangin' B's or they throwin' C's

Police can't even get the stains up out the street (Streets)

Smilin' on the outside, but inside bleedin' (Uh)

Hemorrhagin', they just tryna drain my energy

Vampire, up all night like fangs on my teeth (Toni)

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

YRB lyrics - 2 Chainz (feat. Rick Ross & Skooly)

[Rick Ross:]

God is the greatest but I'm hearing Illuminati doing favors

2 Chainz, six watches, hundred million, two pockets (Huh)

Double M (M-M-M-M)

Ricky Renzel A.K.A Lemon Pepper (Hahahaha)

Been the biggest, still the biggest (Biggest, M-M)

A.K.A up in your baby mama, nigga, haha

[2 Chainz:]

Toni!

Beat up and battered the block (Yeah) came from not having a lot (Uh)

Want my American pie (Pie) rich like arrogant guys (Guys)

Burn you then play with the fire (Fire) know you get buried alive

Can't walk a day in these shoes, these don't come in your size (Yeah)

You hot, apparently not, woke up wearing a watch

Two Cuban links, trapping like cheetahs, got various spots

From weed to powder, powder to rock

Been having masks and gloves in my car (Car)

I take a 'shroom and stare at a star (Woo)

Shit I own this motherfucker, I stand on the bar

You always posting cars and never post your home décor

Versace robe to the floor (Uh) the dead bolt on the door (Dead)

I pray for Italy, spent my honeymoon on the water

Got cribs in Cali and Florida (Yeah) I love her, so I support her

I got a scale and a Ziploc, may I take your order? (Alright)

The hustle in my aorta, I dodge another reporter (Skrrt)

Before the pandemic, still wouldn't fuck with Corona

[Skooly:]

Look, that paper callin' and I reply

Spread that money like disease, I, why?

My wrist cost 100 Gs, I, I

I handle my B-I, I'm, young, rich and Black

Bitch, I'm, young, rich and Black

Uh, I'm, young, rich and Black

Mm, get ya, get ya, mm, young, rich and Black

Mm, uh, I'm young, rich and Black

[Big Rube:]

I'm living proof when you real, you see the truth as it is

The hardest spirit's age cannot be gauged by the counting of years

And it don't matter what amounts in your account, you ain't rich

Without the grace of God's blessing, money don't mean shit

Might work the best on planet Earth, so I never abuse it

Can't drink, smoke or sniff it, gotta listen to use it

Shit's so fire, I get a million people high when I move it

And when the cosmos collapse, I'll still have passion for music

Young, rich and Black (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Rick Ross:]

Twin Phantoms in the city, niggas know who's really winning

Why you tell us what you spending? 40 karats on my finger

Way I'm living, money linger, time to get another Bimmer

I could count a million cash, at three mil', my hands'd tingle (Boss)

Kilo after kilo, blow my winnings out in Reno (Boss)

Candied out the Chevy, new motor, I got the beat on (Huh)

Trapping out in Tampa, Tom Brady face on the C-note

Autograph my jersey, on Thursday the hoes get peed on (Woo)

Bitches on the furlough, let her come back if she's fertile (Fertile)

She just a surrogate, I told her name her son Lil Birdo

When you're on a money team, you gotta hit 'em where you hurt 'em

Offers for my catalogue, I guess it's just the way I word 'em (Boss)

Cyntoia Brown back, I pray she living with a purpose (Yes)

Contacting her mans overnight, her ass so perky (Huh)

Man, Polo out in Soho, go for dolo on these verses

In the Phantom on the phone, I blow one then I pull the curtains

[Skooly {Rick Ross}:]

Look, that paper callin' and I reply

Spread that money like disease, I, why? {Huh}

My wrist cost 100 Gs, I, I (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

I handle my B-I, I'm, young, rich and Black

Bitch, I'm, young, rich and Black

Uh, I'm, young, rich and Black

Mmm, get ya, get ya, mm, young, rich and Black

Mmm, uh, I'm young, rich and Black

MWA Music

Wait For You To Die lyrics - 2 Chainz

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

So Help Me God, alright

Uh, uh

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah

Before all these people lost jobs, Kari couldn't find one

He ain't really ask me for nothin', it's time to rob somethin' (It's time)

People more in tune with their senses than in the Bible

'Round here you sold dope or pussy, it's called survival (True)

Middle finger to pigs, 12, Feds and 5-0 (Fuck 'em)

Niggas call you when they want somethin' just like a side hoe

My mind blown, when I was down, niggas was blindfold

Grind mode, still sellin' bags when I was signed though

That's a sign though, I'm on wine mode (Mode), I'm in Cabo (Cabo)

Mike Amiri, Dior like I'm Pop Smoke

On the top floor, listen carefully, this the top floor (Top)

I've been poppin' over people head like July 4th (Poppin')

Partner died, I didn't cry, guess my tears is dried up

When I was winnin', you weren't clappin' for me, your hands was tied up (Tied)

And I'm tired of it, all this pain that's inside of me (Inside)

Talkin' to my demons and they told me that they were proud of me (Proud of me, proud, proud)

They wait for you to die

They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)

They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)

They wait for you to die

Takin' drugs not prescribed, tryna mask what's inside

Be the first one to say, I'm the last of my kind

Yeah, it's two-step aside, not the one, I'm a vibe

All the rage that's inside, durin' a plague I survive

I'm God's favorite (Yeah) and when it come to the drip

I'm a navy ship (Boom, boom, boom, boom), I'm still up in this bitch

Ain't no baby steps (Nah) I jumped over the fence

They wait for you to die, so they can sit, reminisce (Reminisce, reminisce)

Yeah, I mean you got, some people out here

Waitin' on you to die so they can take your girl (Uh, uh)

They wait for you to die

The labels waitin' on you to die (Yeah)

So they can sit reminisce about you

Some people waitin' on you to die

They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)

So they can sit and talk shit about you (About you, about you)

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

They waitin' on you to die so they can get some materialistic things

They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)

Oh, you know, you know grandma left me the house, you know

She left me the car

They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)

You know (Uh)

Did they have life insurance? (Uh)

Who gon' pay for the funeral? (Uh)

They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)

What you mean you been doin' all that hustlin'

And ain't got nothin' saved up, so when you die

You leave that responsibility to someone else? (Damn)

They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)

You gotta get a GoFundMe account, or, or some shit like that

They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)

You gotta raise money

But see if, see if I don't pay for the funeral

They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)

I ain't, I ain't a real nigga no more

You ain't real no more, man, come on with that shit

They wait for you to die (Die, die, die, die)

55 Times lyrics - 2 Chainz

Speak

I can't

You must, it's our only hope

Folks, I'm here to tell you, we lost our way

Greed has poisoned our souls

Contaminated the world with hate

We have never been more miserable

And the black men, victims of a system that lies in torture

Yeah

Incoming

God keep on blessin' me, I'm doin' somethin' right

God keep on blessin' me, I'm doin' somethin' right

God keep on blessin' me, I'm doin' somethin' right

My neighbor that stay next to me wanna go to war at night

Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guys

He tried to call us a gang, 'cause we were organized

Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes

Somethin' wrong, I had missed calls, 55 times

When they told me Johnny died, I couldn't believe that shit

My whole studio off the net, I had to leave that shit

They said "Cuz, send him through", so Big must've knew

See where I'm from, your heart will turn into an igloo

See they resent you, simply because they ain't you

Didn't even have can openers for canned food

Anger issues, goin' cashews

Sellin' packs and ashews so hence the attitude

Goin' animal, gettin' treated like one

Over 21, black and livin', you an icon

Pay for a funeral, find out he snitched, want a refund

If you get robbed more than once, that's a rerun

Shoot out at East Point, Escobar and eat lunch

You know what kind of home I came from, I got free lunch

Free Baby and I'm sorry I ain't kept in touch

There's so many people I take care of every month, Lord

God keep on blessin' me, I'm doin' somethin' right

God keep on blessin' me, I'm doin' somethin' right

God keep on blessin' me, I'm doin' somethin' right

My neighbor that stay next to me wanna go to war at night

Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guys

He tried to call us a gang, 'cause we were organized

Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes

Somethin' wrong, I had missed calls, 55 times

I'm in that black on black, black on black crime zone

Please don't let them take your life about them rhinestones

I'm from where you sell a brick, that's a milestone

If you got some good dope, the line's a mile long

Gotta be in ya, not on ya like a chromosome

My best friend when I was trappin' was the mobile phone

(Hello, blrt, blrt!) Hello, Hello, where you at?

I need more, then say less, uh

The mink I got, pet detective mad 'bout this shit

Gotta brag 'bout this shit

'Cause me and mama had a sofa that we had to split

Before I left, I heard Banks say, "Pass the stick"

Now if we talkin' magazines, It's a lot of issues

But if you see it in black and white, it is so official

And the bro sent me a gift, along with a scripture

It said, "When you shoot your shot, make sure you're the pistol" (Bow!)

God keep on blessin' me, I'm doin' somethin' right

God keep on blessin' me, I'm doin' somethin' right

God keep on blessin' me, I'm doin' somethin' right

My neighbor that stay next to me wanna go to war at night

Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my guys

He tried to call us a gang, 'cause we were organized

Shawty fire, she the flame, pretty brown eyes

Somethin' wrong, I had missed calls, 55 times

No Face No Case (2020) - 2 Chainz (with T.R.U.)

• Shoot It Out
• Virgil Discount
• Pop Off
• Woo
• Rock Out
• Brick On My Face
• G-Wagon
• Georgia
• New Levels New Devils
• What's Going On
• Reliable
• How I Feel (Remix)
• Fake Beef
• Jefe Shit
• Vote 

Shoot It Out lyrics - T.R.U., 2 Chainz & Sleepy Rose (feat. Worl & Hott LockedN, Drake)

[Drake:]

Tay Keith this too hard

[Sleepy Rose:]

Let's shoot it out, nigga

Yeah, shoot it out

Automatic rifle, we can shoot it out

Automatic rifle, we can shoot it out, nigga (Hitmaka)

Automatic stick, we can shoot it out, nigga

T.R.U. shit, not no fu' shit, know what I'm sayin'?

Automatic rifle, we can shoot it out nigga

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Grr)

Automatic stick, better shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Automatic stick, better shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Automatic rifle, better shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Grr)

Shoot it out, gun him down (Gun him down)

Walkin' 'round, rollin' out (Yeah)

Dick her down (Dick her down), kick her out (Kick her out)

Bankroll (Bankroll), large amounts (Large amounts)

Audemars (Yeah), bustdown (Yeah)

'Xtendo (Yeah), stickin' out (Stickin' out)

Condo (Condo), scrap it out (Scrap it out)

Old school, back it out

Yeah, stick (Stick), air it out

Give it up (Give it up), we gon' wet it out (Bitch)

Break the bitch down, gotta wear her out (Break her down)

Glock don't jam if you wear it out

Glock never jam, block never fold

Nigga never told, stay ten toes

Nigga gettin' exposed, trappin' for these hoes

Nigga know the game

[2 Chainz:]

Tony

Born with a triple beam, you born with a silver spoon

Hm, I seen your lil' drip, kiddie pool

Fear of God tennis shoes all in my livin' room (Yeah)

Yeah, kickin' shit like Liverpool (Kick)

Told my partner that he gotta get a job

Shawty wore a Glock to his interview, uh (Bang)

Ooh, you're listenin' to a different individual

Block been hot since middle school (Hot)

'Bout to hit a lick, envelope (Ha)

Yeah, goin' down, ski slope, uh

What's around my neck? Ski slope, uh

What's in my pocket? Meatloaf, yeah

'Bout to blow it up, C4, uh (Boom)

American dream, kilo, uh

Tryna get a brick, Shaq free throw

Walkin' out the jungle in a mothafuckin' mink coat

[Sleepy Rose:]

Automatic rifle, we can shoot it out nigga (Bang)

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Brr)

Automatic stick, better shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Brr-ah)

Automatic stick, better shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Automatic rifle, better shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Grr)

Shoot it out, gun him down (Gun him down)

Walkin' 'round, rollin' out (Yeah)

Dick her down (Dick her down), kick her out (Kick her out)

Bankroll (Bankroll), large amounts (Large amounts)

Audemars (Yeah), bustdown (Yeah)

'Xtendo (Yeah), stickin' out (Stickin' out)

Condo (Condo), scrap it out (Scrap it out)

Old school, back it out

[Worl:]

(The general)

Born in the crack house, choppa knock your back out (Back out)

I see you want attention, chasin' clout

YSL tennis shoes all in my ho house (My ho house)

I've been drinkin' lean, pour the fours out (Fours out)

Glock in my coat when it cold out (Cold out)

Diamond VV, what you know 'bout? (Bling)

I used to be kickin' in doors (Yeah)

Shoot-out with niggas, might take your whole hope out

Playin' with the sticks, Harry Potter (Harry Potter)

7.62 in my chopper (In my chopper)

I really do kick it with shottas

.44 revolver, hot like some lava (Hot)

[Hott LockedN:]

.30 on me, what you don't know? (.30)

I got niggas outside of your front door (Front)

Baby Joker, Lil Quay pullin' kick doors (Kick)

Yeah, they comin' straight out of the back door

Trap spot on the flat, nigga (Flat)

Hot-hot-hotbox on a nat, nigga (Nat)

L-l-last nigga went down the backstreet (Backstreet)

Heard his ass got whacked, nigga (Doot-doot)

Went on the block, found a cheat code (Cheat code)

Fuck the weather man, went, bought a mink coat (Doot)

Fuck the weather man, went, bought a mink coat (Doot)

They say Hott done went beast mode (Doot-doot)

[Sleepy Rose:]

Automatic rifle, we can shoot it out nigga

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Grr)

Automatic stick, better shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Automatic stick, better shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Automatic rifle, better shoot it out nigga (Shoot it out)

Aimin' this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (Grr)

Shoot it out, gun him down (Gun him down)

Walkin' 'round, rollin' out (Yeah)

Dick her down (Dick her down), kick her out (Kick her out)

Bankroll (Bankroll), large amounts (Large amounts)

Audemars (Yeah), bustdown (Yeah)

'Xtendo (Yeah), stickin' out (Stickin' out)

Condo (Condo), scrap it out (Scrap it out)

Old school, back it out (Yeah)

Virgil Discount lyrics - T.R.U., 2 Chainz & Skooly

[2 Chainz:]

Check me out now, Tony

(June, you're a genius), yeah

Walked out of Louis lookin' like a Virgil discount (Discount)

If it ain't a hundred, it's a miscount (Miscount)

Seven days a week, I smoke six ounces (Six ounces)

If a chick with me, she like big houses (Big houses)

If a chick with me, she like foreign cars (Foreign cars)

If a chick with me, she like Goyard (Goyard)

If a chick with me, she like protein (Protein)

Make her suck a rich nigga clothes off (Clothes off)

Pull up to the Flame with my doors off (Skrrt)

Try to count a million and I dozed off (Skrrt)

And I got my fingers in the air, yeah (Bang)

Hanging with Paul Bearer, yeah

Turn you to lawncare, uh

Racks in my Moncler, yeah

This just a small share

Hold up, make sure it's all there, uh

I go to sleep in designer, psych

I go to sleep in vagina, yikes

Tellin' your honor a lie, right

Soon as I left, I got right

This here precision and detail

See, life is a beach, seashell

I sold the bags for retail

I'm from the block, no email

Walked out of Louis lookin' like a Virgil discount (Discount)

If it ain't a hundred, it's a miscount (Miscount)

Seven days a week, I smoke six ounces (Six ounces)

If a chick with me, she like big houses (Big houses)

If a chick with me, she like foreign cars (Foreign cars)

If a chick with me, she like Goyard (Goyard)

If a chick with me, she like protein (Protein)

Make her suck a rich nigga clothes off (Clothes off)

[Skooly:]

I'm cool, yo

I'm startin' to think no one told y'all

Designer my clothes, dawg

How much you think my coat cost?

Uh, I'm spittin' like Mozart

This pistol I got'll flip Noah's Ark

New Lamborghini, the doors off

Fell asleep in the 'ghini, the doze off, get it?

My diamonds and stones water (What?)

I teach these niggas like Coach Carter, huh

Ain't talkin' 'bout no damn soda

White girl with me, want some coke products

I pull up, I'm turning heads

I close the curtain while she turn her nose

This shit Off-White, I be rockin' Virgil clothes

[2 Chainz:]

Walked out of Louis lookin' like a Virgil discount (Discount)

If it ain't a hundred, it's a miscount (Miscount)

Seven days a week, I smoke six ounces (Six ounces)

If a chick with me, she like big houses (Big houses)

If a chick with me, she like foreign cars (Foreign cars)

If a chick with me, she like Goyard (Goyard)

If a chick with me, she like protein (Protein)

Make her suck a rich nigga clothes off (Clothes off)

Pop Off lyrics - T.R.U. & Skooly

Savages, savages

Bad bitches standing all around me

Savages is gone surround me

What you gone do with them?

What you gone do with me?

Pop off, yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah yeah

Pop off

I got Louis V clothes

I got ice cream stones

Talkin to me wrong

Bout to send these bitches home

I wish you would

Pop off, yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah, yeah, yeah (I wish you would)

Pop off, yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah, yeah, yeah (I wish you would)

Pop off, yeah, yeah (I wish you would)

Oh girl you soda pop

Your body Cola bottle

Oh girl I'm so excited

It's gone be on and popping

Hot like I'm on your body

Hot like the solar stopping

You been on your job

And I can't do no complaining

You don't tell me stop

When I'm busy being famous

I'm not basic

Mind gone crazy

My lil baby

Take it how you take it, uh

Life is what you make it, uh

Sometimes I wanna take it, uh

Times get crazy

It's time to get crazy

Shit, it's time to get crazy, uh

Life been amazing, uh

Bitches tryna rape me, uh

I won't let them rape me, uh

Give it to them, take it, uh

Let them have my baby, uh

Tryna be my baby momma

Why you lookin at me crazy, huh?

Took his old lady, huh

Streets still pay me, huh

Since I was just a baby, huh

They know how to play it, uh

Streets ain't gone play with him

But if they do

What you gone do with me?

Pop off, (If they do) yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah, yeah

Pop off

I got Louis V clothes

I got ice cream stones (Turn up)

Talkin to me wrong

Bout to send these bitches home

I wish you would

Pop off, yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah, yeah, yeah (I wish you would)

Pop off, yeah, yeah (Turn up)

Pop off, yeah, yeah

Pop off, yeah, yeah, yeah (Turn up)

(I wish you would) Pop off, yeah, yeah (I wish you would)

Turn up

Hahaha

Turn Up, yeah

Woo lyrics - T.R.U. & Sleepy Rose

Yeah

Yeah, you ain't havin' drip, you gotta dip, jack, you know what I'm sayin'?

(27 the block, that lifestyle there)

Big blood come through your block hangin' out the roof

And I got the fire, that's on God I will shoot

And if I put you down, that's no cap, I tell the truth, yeah

Sweep that baby block, sweep that bitch down with the broom

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo)

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo)

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo, put you down)

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo, tellin' you), woo (Woo, told you)

Man down, yeah, I'll never stand down

Slidin' through the block 'til it's sundown

Whip out the fire, get manned down

Whip out the fire then you rollin'

Nigga, I'm posted on Boulder

I got the K on my shoulder

Walk in this bitch like I'm Spodee

Nigga a ho, I expose him

Walk in this bitch with the fire, fire

Yeah, fuck nigga get manned down

Fuck nigga better move around

Fuck nigga better not play

Fuck nigga get shot in his face

Fuck nigga better not even play with that boy

He better not even play

Fuck nigga better not even play with that boy

He better not even play, yeah

Big blood come through your block hangin' out the roof

And I got the fire, that's on God I will shoot

And if I put you down, that's no cap, I tell the truth, yeah

Sweep that baby block, sweep that bitch down with the broom

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo)

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo)

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo, put you down)

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo, tellin' you), woo (Woo, told you)

Yeah, tellin' you, told you (I'm tellin' you)

Up with the stick and expose you (Up with the stick)

Up with the stick and expose you

I got a stick and it foldable

Don't fuck with that ho, that ho old news

Two-three Glock, it's old school

Twenty-three Glock with a motherfuckin' C on it

Slash that, nigga, put a big B on it

Can't say that, put an R.I.P. on it

Glock with a D-I-C-K in it

Matte black double R, spin the block in it

Draco matte black, get a nigga finished

Yeah, Drac' with the monkey nuts

Walk in this bitch and go monkey nuts

Strapped in this bitch with a woo

Drac' go kaboom, woo

Big blood come through your block hangin' out the roof

And I got the fire, that's on God I will shoot

And if I put you down, that's no cap, I tell the truth, yeah

Sweep that baby block, sweep that bitch down with the broom

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo)

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo)

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo, put you down)

Woo (Woo), woo (Woo), woo (Woo, tellin' you), woo (Woo, told you)

Rock Out lyrics - T.R.U. & Hott LockedN (feat. NLE Choppa)

[Hott LockedN:]

All these hoes

We gon' give these hoes one song

Worried 'bout none of these hoes

All them Instagram posts, nigga, you ain't gon' drop nothin' (Drop)

All that pistol totin' shit, nigga, you ain't gon' pop nothin' (Pop)

What you got on a mask for, nigga? You ain't gon' rob nothin' (Rob)

In the middle of the club, don't give no fucks, nigga, we gon' knock somethin' (Grrah)

And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)

In the middle of the club, nigga, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)

We don't give no fucks, nigga, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)

Got the sticks in the trunk, nigga, what? Bring the block out (That block, nigga)

Now she all in her feelings, bitch, what? Keep on callin' me (She callin')

And she get on my nerves, bitch, block, you can't follow me (Can't follow me)

And that ho Alicia from the Westside, nigga been had that (Been had that)

And that ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, nigga been smashed that (Been smashed that)

And that ho be brazy from the Southside, the whole gang had that (Been had that)

I got an athlete named Musu, he ain't never had that (Hell nah, nigga)

And I walk in the deal with it on me, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these hoes (Fuck 'em)

And I'ma go fuck up the money, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these loads (Fuck it)

Just got another show, nigga just fucked another ho

Just poured another four, nigga, inside another four

These niggas be hoes, and act like I don't know (Okay)

Lil' nigga, it's sure, have them young niggas kick in your door

[Hott LockedN {NLE Choppa}:]

And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)

In the middle of the club, nigga, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)

We don't give no fucks, nigga, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)

Got the sticks in the trunk, nigga, what? Bring the block out (Block out)

And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout)

In the middle of the club, nigga, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)

We don't give no fucks, nigga, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)

Got the sticks in the trunk, nigga, what? Bring the block out {Ayy}

[NLE Choppa:]

We ain't thinkin' 'bout this shit, we just gon' get into it (On God)

That nigga say he wanna kill me, bitch, come and do it (Come do it, bitch)

And put that thirty to his mouth if he ain't speakin' fluent (Hrrt)

I got some Grape Street niggas Crippin' in Cali and Newark (Yeah, yeah)

I put a Curry on my Rondo, but I shoot like Harden (On God)

Bitch, I was spitting on the teachers up in kindergarten (Bitch)

I earned my rank up in my gang like a fuckin' sergeant (Real streets, yeah, yeah)

I caught him lackin' up at Walmart, bet I hit my target (Yeah)

I put a nigga in the sky, give him jet lag (Jet lag)

Shooting fetish with this chopper, get a toe tag (Yeah)

A nigga heartless, they be asking where my soul at (It's nowhere)

A nigga play, then I'ma put him in a bodybag (Yeah, yeah)

[Hott LockedN:]

And I got that thirty on me, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? (You talkin' 'bout)

In the middle of the club, nigga, what? We gon' rock out (Gon' rock out)

We don't give no fucks, nigga, what? Bring them cocks out (Them cocks out)

Got the sticks in the trunk, nigga, what? Bring the block out (Block out)

Now she all in her feelings, bitch, what? (Keep on callin' me)

And she get on my nerves, bitch, block (You can't follow me)

And that ho Alicia from the Westside, nigga been had that

That ho lil' Heidi from the Eastside, nigga been smashed that

Brick On My Face lyrics - T.R.U. & Worl (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Worl:]

It's Worl

My swag got me big lit (Yeah), big Worl, on my big shit (Yeah, 808 Mafia)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face

Come out the gutter, I meant that (I meant that)

Gucci with Louis, I mix-match (Bandana)

Fuck your big homie, he a big rat (He a big rat)

I had to work with no slack (No slack)

Four-five shootin' like get back (Like get back)

Just pulled up where your bitch at, oh (Skrrt)

Big general, get them bales on the load (Yeah)

Cookin' up baby, Quality Control (No Cap)

I might just cash out with 'migos (With 'migos)

Tell the ese send it pronto (Send it now)

Hit the booth, takeoff like Quavo (like Takeoff)

I'm Offset, my bitch look like J-Lo (Like J-Lo)

He stackin' that money like Legos (Like Legos)

He might be lookin' like Play-Doh (Like Play-Doh)

They gun you down if I say so (They do)

My diamonds dancing like Fabo, yeah

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face

[2 Chainz:]

(Tony)

Head to toe in Dapper Dan (Dan)

Hitman, Sammy Sam (Sam)

If I trapped on the beach (Beach)

I could sell a nigga sand (Ooh)

Fill a ziplock up (Up)

I can make it look crown (Crown)

I'm out the hood, God's plan (Plan)

I'm from the jungle, Tarzan (Tell 'em)

I get a brick on the house

Still got a stick in the couch

I got 'em listening now

Still got codeine in my body

And I'm still pissin' it out

Watch how I pitch from the mound

I throw a change-up (Change-up)

Southside nigga fuck the game up (Game up)

Shoot a nigga plane up (Baow)

Bustdown Rollie and a plain one

[Worl:]

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face

We be servin', by the way (By the way)

Cocaine, dressed in Bape (In Bape)

Never stoppin' for the jakes (Never stoppin')

Extortin' niggas, yeah, they pay (Yeah)

They ain't real as they say (They ain't real)

Finessing niggas and we take (We take)

Sheetrock a whole brick (Sheetrock)

In his face, it was fake (It was fake, woah)

4 Seasons, yeah, we Loccin'

Post up with it like I'm Kobe

Dog food, Beethoven (Beethoven)

Neighborhood Crip, I'm rollin' (I'm rollin')

I got the drank with the soda (With the soda)

They can hate on me, can't hold me (Can't hold me)

Young nigga walkin' in YSL (YSL)

Young nigga havin' the clientele (Clientele)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face (Yeah, yeah)

Come out the gutter, I meant that

Gucci with Louis, I mix-match

Fuck your big homie, he a big rat

Young nigga walkin' in YSL

Young nigga havin' the clientele, yeah, uh

I get a brick on my face, I get a brick on my face

G-Wagon lyrics - T.R.U. & Hott LockedN

(Yeah) Doo-doo

Doo-doo (Yeah)

Doo (Yeah)

Doo-doo

New hotbox, it's a G-Wagen (Skkrt)

2019, niggas still doin' dick ridin'

I ain't got time for the clit, so I...

Pull up to the block, it's a drop, get this bitch hot

Nigga act real, now he fake today? (Fake)

He was just my dawg, now he hate today? (Doo-doo)

Caught him slippin' so we put him on a plate today (Plate)

Switch the VINs on the coupe, brand new plate today (Plate today)

Run up in his spot, then we get him out (Get him out)

Tryna talk it out? Nigga, drop the dot (Where? Drop)

How you gon' take somethin' and give it back? (What? Give it back)

Real nigga, know I can't relate to that (Doo-doo, what?)

Pussy nigga called, cryin' 'bout a ho ('Bout a ho)

Pull that nigga card, why that pussy show? (Show)

Four niggas ridin' in a hotbox (Four, hotbox)

We gon' pull up to the scene, make the block hot (Block hot)

Young trap nigga, know how to make the wrist lock (Wrist)

Young brick nigga, know how to make a brick rock (Brick)

Ain't arguin' with no nigga, bring the sticks out (Sticks out)

If I catch him in the streets, nigga bitch out (Doo-doo, bitch out)

New hotbox, it's a G-Wagen (Skrrt)

2019, niggas still doin' dick ridin'

I ain't got time for the clit, so I... (Clit)

Pull up to the block, it's a drop, get this bitch hot

Nigga act real, now he fake today? (Fake)

He was just my dawg, now he hate today? (Doo-doo, hate)

Caught him slippin' so we put him on a plate today (Plate)

Switch the VINs on the coupe, brand new plate today (Doo)

Switch the VINs on the coupe, brand new plate today (Doo-doo)

Made it out the hood, now they wanna hate (Yeah)

No niggas in the way, get 'em out the way (Yeah)

Get 'em out my face, I ain't got time today (Yeah)

Been seen a flaw, been seen a fake (Yeah)

Middle of the night, we door-lockin' (Lockin')

I think I just did like four robberies (Doo-doo, robberies)

Young rude nigga, got no conscience

Can't blame me, I don't know nothin' (Doo-doo)

Young hot nigga bring the block out (Doo, block out)

Take 'em on a move, better not cop out (Cop out)

Middle of the club, whip the Glock out (Glock)

Nobody make it in, make it outside (Doo-doo, outside)

New hotbox, it's a G-Wagen (Skrrt)

2019, niggas still doin' dick ridin'

I ain't got time for the clit, so I... (Clit)

Pull up to the block, it's a drop, get this bitch hot (Doo-doo)

New hotbox, it's a G-Wagen (Skrrt)

2019, niggas still doin' dick ridin'

I ain't got time for the clit, so I... (Clit)

Pull up to the block, it's a drop, get this bitch hot

Nigga act real, now he fake today? (Fake)

He was just my dawg, now he hate today? (Doo-doo, hate)

Caught him slippin' so we put him on a plate today (Plate)

Switch the VINs on the coupe, brand new plate today (Doo)

Switch the VINs on the coupe, brand new plate today (Doo-doo)

Made it out the hood, now they wanna hate (Yeah)

Georgia lyrics - T.R.U. & Sleepy Rose (feat. 2 Chainz)

Womatic

Bizzy

[Sleepy Rose:]

Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks

Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low

Can't be falling off, I can't be falling for no ho

Tryna make it on the Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go

Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner, by the U-G-L-Y corner (Yeah)

A-T-L-A-N-T-A (Yeah)

678, 404, bed made

I get my bed made, nigga, now I'm straight

I ain't even gotta starve, I ain't hungry, I done ate

Got me feeling like a star when I walk up in the place

I ain't got time to play, put them hundreds in your face

Put them hundred in your face, okay, okay

Put 'em in your bae face, okay, oh yay

We smokin' on gas, they smokin' hay

And I'm ride down the Nat in a drop-top Wraith, shout out to Chainz

Shout out to my mama, yes, I love her like no other

Shout out to my brother, we rose up out that gutter

And shout out to my sister, I miss you, you know I love you

And shout out to my glizzy for never jamming up on me

Shout out to the East Side, West Side, South Side

Shouts out to the young niggas thuggin' that's outside

Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks

Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low

Can't be falling off, I can't be falling for no ho

Tryna make it on the Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go

Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner, by the U-G-L-Y corner (Yeah)

A-T-L-A-N-T-A (Yeah)

678, 404, bed made

[2 Chainz:]

I'm from where the rent kinda low and you sleep on the floor

And the stick in the crib and the pit by the door

Long johns with the shorts even when it ain't cold

Seen a lot of shit that no one ever told

In Georgia, Ray Charles (Ray Charles)

On the corner (On the corner), eight ball (Eight ball)

Fifteen (Fifteen), AR (AR)

I'm from the 'partments, never held a rake at all (Nah)

We used to put the paper cups in the dish water

Trap jumpin' like Vince Carter

Ride MARTA

Shit, every Friday, Chris Tucker

I treat the streets like my big brother (True)

ATL (L), barbecue sauce in my fingernail (Yeah)

We gon' set it off to the right, to the left (Left)

And I'ma rep the state 'til I run out of breath, yeah

[Sleepy Rose:]

Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks

Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low

Can't be falling off, I can't be falling for no ho

Tryna make it on the Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go

Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner, by the U-G-L-Y corner (Yeah)

A-T-L-A-N-T-A (Yeah)

678, 404, bed made

My girl hair layed, now she looking straight

Food stamps back, ain't no fast food today

Tryna get big, need a home-cooked steak

Rice with the beans, greens falling off the plate

Said I was born in Georgia, grandma spoil ya

Where the Falcons never win, but they loyal

Everybody banging with a whole different gang

But we stick together, gotta make it through the rain

A-T-L-A-N-T-A

Hardball baby, we ball, cancer patient

678, rent due, Section 8

First you got respect, get from my plate

School shoes never dirty, mama didn't play

Smoke a blunt at the bus stop, bitch, always late

Skippin' class, in the hallway catchin' a play

I'm tryna make it to the top, I ain't got time to wait

Said I'm tryna make it, tryna make it for my folks

Gotta stay down, keep my business on the low

Can't be falling off, I can't be falling for no ho

Tryna make it on the Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go

Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner, by the U-G-L-Y corner (Yeah)

A-T-L-A-N-T-A (Yeah)

678, 404, bed made

Put your hands up if you from Savannah

Put your hands up if you from Atlanta

Put your lighters up if you from Augusta

Hand 'round your girl if you know you love her

Hand 'round your man if you know you love him

Salute to Macon and I fuck with Columbus

229, showing love to Albany

I'm from the Peach State, I ain't stuntin' no Applebee's, tea

New Levels New Devils lyrics - T.R.U. & Worl

Yeah

So, bitch, I'ma give you my all and you still gon' walk away?

Man, I'm so sick of being around these fake ass niggas (Winners Circle)

When we used to steal out the store, you went home, devil

It's Worl

At the bottom looking up, the top feeling closer

Remember the times we used to steal out Krogers

Can't drive that Phantom, boy, without the chauffeur

Stayed down and I really showed 'em, yeah

New levels, new devils

Rosary, new bezels

Bitch treat me like treasures

I never made you feel special

Yeah, new levels, new devils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tryna provide for my daughter and 'dem (For my daughter and 'dem)

These niggas fake, I see the flaw in them, yeah (I see the flaw in them)

Straight shooter with that raw and 'dem, woo (With that raw and 'dem)

Amiri jeans, I got them blues in here, yeah (I got them blues in here)

It's blood in my eyes (Blood), I can barely see (I can barely see)

Nigga, look me in my face when you greet a G (When you see a G)

Packs on back street (Yeah), backend count last week (No cap)

I'm a hustler for real, no Cassidy (No Cassidy)

Them niggas tried you like a bitch, the audacity (The audacity)

No cap, on 808s, I give y'all half of me (I give you half of me)

I drop the top in my lane, ain't no passin' me (Yeah, yeah)

At the bottom looking up, the top feeling closer

Remember the times we used to steal out Krogers

Can't drive that Phantom, boy, without the chauffeur

Stayed down and I really showed 'em, yeah

New levels, new devils

Rosary, new bezels

Bitch treat me like treasures

I never made you feel special

Yeah, new levels, new devils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You know me, certified, nigga, all I slang is crack (Crack)

Doors off the Jeep, me and Skinny on the ave (Skinny)

Went back to the 3 (Woah), yeah, we kill a rat (4 Seasons)

I'ma feed the whole 4 with this rap, that's a fact (Yeah)

Free my homeboy Crack, got Glock cocked in the back (Nah)

Put 4 Seasons on my back, that shit you talk all cap (Cap)

Might just pop at your cap, I'm talkin' letter with the caps (Cap)

Ratchet ho with me lookin' like B.A.P.S. (No cap), okay (No cap)

Them niggas tried you like a bitch, the audacity

No cap, on 808s, I give y'all half of me

I drop the top in my lane, ain't no passin' me (Yeah, yeah)

At the bottom looking up, the top feeling closer

Remember the times we used to steal out Krogers

Can't drive that Phantom, boy, without the chauffeur

Stayed down and I really showed 'em, yeah

New levels, new devils

Rosary, new bezels

Bitch treat me like treasures

I never made you feel special

Yeah, new levels, new devils

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What's Going On lyrics - T.R.U. & Worl (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Worl:]

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Shout out Papito, yeah (Big Papito), SL the god

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Baby girl, can we spend time? (Baby girl, can we spend time?)

I ain't tryna waste your time (I ain't tryna waste your time)

Can I hold you from the waistline? (Can I hold you from the waistline?)

I'ma make it good every time (Yeah, yeah)

What's going, what's going—

What's going on, girl? Yeah (What's going on?)

I need you all in my world (I need you all in my world)

Black girl with some nice curves

I mean what's going, what's going—

What's going on, girl? Yeah (What's going on, girl?)

I need you all in my world (I need you all in my world)

What's going on, girl?

Said she done with the fake shit (Done with the fake shit)

All them lies what she hatin' (All them lies what she hatin')

Pretty girl get real lit (Real lit)

Go to school, work her day shift (Work her day shift)

What's going— I see you (I see you)

And I got you on dial when I need you (When I need you)

We gon' ball at the mall when you want to (When you want to)

Do what I got to just to spoil you (Just to spoil you)

What's going— She a goddess (She a goddess)

Instagram model, she the topic (She the topic)

Slidin' down the pole, I love the way she drop it (Love the way she drop it)

Yeah, yo

Baby girl, can we spend time? (Baby girl, can we spend time?)

I ain't tryna waste your time (I ain't tryna waste your time)

Can I hold you from the waistline? (Can I hold you from the waistline?)

I'ma make it good every time (Yeah, yeah)

What's going, what's going—

What's going on, girl? Yeah (What's going on?)

I need you all in my world (I need you all in my world)

Black girl with some nice curves

I mean what's going, what's going—

What's going on, girl? Yeah (What's going on, girl?)

I need you all in my world (I need you all in my world)

What's going on, girl? (2 Chainz)

[2 Chainz:]

You know the song, so what's going on? (What's going on?)

We like to work out in the early morn (Early morn)

I got the foreigns parked catty-corner (Skrrt)

Got bedrooms Georgia, Florida, California

I know you sneaky but you freaky (But you freaky)

I'm sure somewhere you can meet me (You can meet me)

Like the way you look back when you peepin' (When you peepin')

She know I'ma eat it 'til I'm sleepin', yeah

From the sunset (Yeah), to the sunrise (Uh)

Brown skin, brown eyes, cup of brown, no ice

Two people together for life (For life)

Break it down, lemme see you slow grind

[Worl (2 Chainz):]

What's going— I see you (Yeah)

And I got you on dial when I need you (Uh, yeah)

What's going— I see you

And I got you on dial when I need you

Reliable lyrics - T.R.U. & Skooly (feat. Quavo & 2 Chainz)

[Intro:]

I can't lie (Mondo on the beat, what's poppin'?), yeah, yeah

Mondo, okay, shit

We do this shit right quick, real quick, it don't take all day to do nothin'

[Skooly:]

I can't lie, yeah, I'm high, my bitch fly and so am I

I'm richer than all my opps, your life ain't more reliable than mine

I can't lie, yeah, I'm high, my bitch fly and so am I

I'm richer than all my opps, your life ain't more reliable than mine

All of my niggas reliable, my bitches undeniable

These niggas lyin', I'm tired of it, 'bout to expose they diary

Most of my niggas is violent, these the niggas I'll slide for

Big dawg when I size up, you ain't got nobody to size up

Hop out with cake and surprise cuz, don't fuck with nobody besides us

Can't even fuckin' decide, I'll probably start a riot

My money runnin', I pace it, flow cold like glaciers

Smoke slow like Jason, I walked in here smellin' like Maison

AP as big as a tanker

I can't lie, yeah, I'm high, my bitch fly and so am I

I'm richer than all my opps, your life ain't more reliable than mine

I can't lie, yeah, I'm high, my bitch fly and so am I

I'm richer than all my opps, your life ain't more reliable than mine

[Quavo:]

(Quavo)

All of my niggas reliable (Yeah)

Sit at the trap, you can drive through (Trap)

Tell a lil' main bitch to slide through (Skrrt)

I told her put the hand on the bible

Gotta keep it real with me

Come to the shows, I fill the seats (Real)

Gotta keep it real with me

Come to the shows, I fill the seats (Hey)

Eat it up, feed the beast

Tip-toeing, designer the feet (Tip-toe)

Iced my Jesus piece (Ice)

Gotta stay blessed, nigga, life ain't cheap (Blessed)

Money on the string like a yo-yo (String)

From the backdoor to the bando (Bando)

My niggas real life commando ('Mando)

One call, they reliable, pronto (Brrt)

[Skooly:]

I can't lie, yeah, I'm high, my bitch fly and so am I

I'm richer than all my opps, your life ain't more reliable than mine

I can't lie, yeah, I'm high, my bitch fly and so am I

I'm richer than all my opps, your life ain't more reliable than mine

[2 Chainz:]

All of my niggas reliable (Yeah), I used to serve a survivor (Yeah)

All of my bitches my side hoes (True), I sneak 'em in through the side door (True)

I am allergic to five-o (True), married the game, no bridal (No)

I draw down on my rival, see you in my lane, so drive slow

I play the bitch like a vinyl, I scrape the Bent' like a vinyl (Skrrt)

I'm on a wave, lil' tidal (Yeah), all of my partners reliable (Right)

I stack the shoes on the counter, now I cannot see the balance (Cannot)

When they open the rest, I flood it with cash, it look like a salad

[Skooly:]

I can't lie, yeah, I'm high, my bitch fly and so am I

I'm richer than all my opps, your life ain't more reliable than mine

I can't lie, yeah, I'm high, my bitch fly and so am I

I'm richer than all my opps, your life ain't more reliable than mine