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Isaiah Rashad – All Herb Lyrics

[Intro: Amindi]
Fuck it, I’ma get it off my chest though
Made a nigga perfect for his next hoe
Fuck it, I’ma get it off my chest though
Made a nigga perfect for his next hoe
Knew you would tryna bait me like a set
If I give ten percent, I’ma need it back tenfold

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Screamin’ at home, and no phones, we all hurtin’
Freakin’ ya soul, like the pack, we all herb
Pay me to feel, what the fuck, we all need ya
Mixin’ the feel with the facts, we all hurt
Play in the dirt, we are at the sunseekеr
If I’ma die, make it big, we all hurtin’
Tеll me it’s real, like the front, we all need ya
Lay in the field, burn it down, we all herb

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
And if you dead, tell me somethin’
Like, what’s ya life and how you livin’?
Did you slide it, did you build it?
Did you find it, did you grab it, did you ride it?
Like on the TV, tell me off on the marathon
Oh, you greedy, catch you, now don’t embarrass some
You can’t see me, John Cena in camouflage
And they see me, cashin’ out on a Megatron
And the VV, lookin’ just like it
Is Steve in the back? Is you broke? It’s all perfect
Sleep on the cash, it was life, it’s all real
Laid on the floor, I was broke, it’s all worth it
Land on your tail, break it down, it’s all word
Laid on the floor, is you drunk? We all stupid
Fuck you to sleep, it was love, it’s all good
How many days have I died? We all losers
Laid in the streets, said “Five”, it’s call cap

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Screamin’ at home, and no phones, we all hurtin’
Freakin’ ya soul, like the pack, we all herb
Pay me to feel, what the fuck, we all need ya
Mixin’ the feel with the facts, we all hurt
Play in the dirt, we are at the sunseeker
If I’ma die, make it big, we all hurtin’
Tell me it’s real, like the front, we all need ya
Lay in the field, burn it down, we all herb

[Verse 2: Amindi]
I can call this face out
The breakup with a breakdown
Been tryna find a way out
I’m waitin’ for the catch
Maybe call you up soon
But Jake, got me like “Just cool”
What I want and must do
They don’t always match
Runnin’ for the hills when it gets rough
Show me, sure is feelin’ like a setup
I’ma be a isolated mess
Just to look as good as it gets
Nothin’ less when I mess up

[Bridge: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah, who on the edge, it’s the funds, it’s all Ubers
Starvin’ a child, it’s a check, it’s all hers
We could’ve died, there was shots, they don’t know it
Sparin’ a child goin’ wild
Yeah, AMG in the dark, it’s all motor
Crashin’ the Jeep, it’s fine, it’s all hers
Fuck it, it’s robbers, who shot us all posted
Spillin’ the drink, goin’ wild

[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Screamin’ at home, and no phones, we all hurtin’
Freakin’ ya soul, like the pack, we all herb
Pay me to feel, what the fuck, we all need ya
Mixin’ the feel with the facts, we all hurt
Play in the dirt, we are at the sunseeker
If I’ma die, make it big, we all hurtin’
Tell me it’s real, like the front, we all need ya
Lay in the field, burn it down, we all herb

[Outro: Amindi]
Fuck it, I’ma get it off my chest though
Made a nigga perfect for his next hoe
Knew you would tryna bait me like a set
If I give ten percent, I’ma need it back tenfold
Fuck it, I’ma get it off my chest though
Made a nigga perfect for his next hoe
Knew you would tryna bait me like a set
If I give ten percent, I’ma need it back

Sleepy Hallow – Basketball Dreams (Intro) Lyrics

[Intro]
Great John on the beat, by the way
Look, huh

[Chorus]
Remember I had basketball dreams, uh
I hit the block and shot a different type of three, huh
Said they love me, I don’t know what that mean, huh
Started ballin’, now these bitches playing D, huh
Smokin’ gas so my pockets never E
I’m in somethin’ fast, and it’s probably AMG, huh
Fear no man, I know everybody bleed, huh
Stuck up in my ways, I’m a different type of breed, huh

[Verse]
I’m the wave, I hope everybody see, huh
Ocean on my neck, I pull up smoking out the B, huh
But she want me to fuck and make her famous
She think I made it
That’s the reason when I pull up she be naked

[Bridge]
She gon’ throw it to me, never take it
And my pockets full of dead niggas’ faces
(She gon’ throw it to me, never take it)
(And my pockets full of dead niggas’ faces) Look

[Chorus]
Remember I had basketball dreams, uh
I hit the block and shot a different type of three, huh
Said they love me, I don’t know what that mean, huh
Started ballin’, now these bitches playing D, huh
Smokin’ gas so my pockets never E
I’m in somethin’ fast, and it’s probably AMG, huh
Fear no man, I know everybody bleed, huh
Stuck up in my ways, I’m a different type of breed, huh

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I Ain’t Scared Lyrics

[Intro]
(Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon’ cook up, he mix the ingredients)
I wanna see another vision
(Mama know who Cub$kout is)
All I picture , in that stolo spinning
They want me down, I can’t shake this feeling

[Verse 1]
Think what you want I don’t even gotta say that I’m a real nigga
Since sixteen, I been knocking shit off and you talk ’bout deal with ’em
I can’t live my life a certain way, no
Drive that rolls all out at night
If a shootout gon’ go down in this bitch, can’t say it won’t
‘Cause my life is crazy, left my old girl ’cause she play me
Got at it since I been a baby, but these niggas still won’t slay me
I can’t get my mind blown, now on Xans my mind gone
Two girls five lil’ boys, I gotta make it home

[Chorus]
I’m alright, don’t worry, don’t cry
And it ain’t nothing no one could do to save my life
Ma, just know I’m your flying angel if I leave through the night
And I ain’t scared

[Verse 2]
I ain’t scared, every time it was up I never ran
Living life on the edge but I’m seeming to constantly hold on from the strength of Xans
Come from doing shows in a sprinter van
Since sixteen, man had a tat
But these niggas, they still ain’t kill me
Back to back, got them young niggas still spinning
Feds on my trail, got a case still pending
Take it off my mind, flood my bitch with pendants
At my grandma grave talking how I be here in a minute, got grandaddy real estate
Bought sis the AMG, know you seen I copped that Bentley
Kendell got a Hellcat, mom got a Trackhawk with the red seats in it
You ain’t gotta worry ’bout me sharing shit

[Chorus]
I’m alright, don’t worry, don’t cry
And it ain’t nothing no one could do to save my life
Ma, just know I’m your flying angel if I leave through the night
And I ain’t scared

[Verse 3]
Post I wanna kill myself, they bring me down
And they think I’m sad, when they think I’m hurt when I just wanna be left alone
Ain’t worried ’bout niggas, I’m that nigga in this bitch, been standing tall
She wanna be with me, but I can’t, might be the reason that I fall
Titanic watch, I cannot sink
They watch my bank they want it gone
I’m in the Northside and I ain’t got my vest on
Feeling like my close friends ain’t on the same thing I’m on
Plenty times they came and tried to kill me, it don’t take that long

[Outro]
I’m alright
I wanna see another vision
I’ll be in that stolo spinning
They want me down, I can’t shake this feeling

Don Toliver – Large Amount (Cash) Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, that probably Tago
T-T-T-TnT on the beat

[Chorus]
I got large amounts in a bag
She got Louis, she got Gucci on her ass
She gon’ get it out the bank and she don’t ask
I don’t like to give her love, I give her cash (Cash)
I got large amounts in a bag
She got Louis, she got Gucci on her ass
She gon’ get it out the bank and she don’t ask
I don’t like to give her love, I give her cash (Cash)

[Verse]
She was with me, I was down on my last (Woah)
Now I’m whippin’ up that AMG in Jax (Woo)
I’m out in Dallas, yeah, I’m ballin’ with the man (Shoot)
Now she love to give me head in the cab (Ugh)
I told the driver grab the wheel and don’t look back (Don’t do it)
Cause I’m finna pull this lil’ hoe tracks (Ugh)
When I threw a wrapper up it’s in the bag
Now she came in the box with the glass

[Chorus]
I got large amounts in a bag
She got Louis, she got Gucci on her ass
She gon’ get it out the bank and she don’t ask
I don’t like to give her love, I give her cash (Cash)
I got large amounts in a bag
She got Louis, she got Gucci on her ass
She gon’ get it out the bank and she don’t ask
I don’t like to give her love, I give her cash (Cash)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
I got large amounts in a bag
She got Louis, she got Gucci on her ass
She gon’ get it out the bank and she don’t ask
I don’t like to give her love, I give her cash (Cash)
I got large amounts in a bag
She got Louis, she got Gucci on her ass
She gon’ get it out the bank and she don’t ask
I don’t like to give her love, I give her cash (Cash)

Tory Lanez – Friends Become Strangers Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Fuck them other niggas, you see me all in your day shift
Money on me lookin’ like it went and got a facelift
You been trippin’, I been trippin’, still ain’t on the same shit
You still in my kitchen, arguin’ about the same shit
Who and what and why and why I don’t call you my main bitch
Everything is changin’
Friends turn to strangers, friends turn to dangers
Friends ain’t your friends if they givin’ ultimatums
Flippin’ all the pages, dip off in the Range, oh
I done been through all these stages
You just act so different now, ain’t nothin’ that amazes
Me when you be trippin’, how you speak when you be trippin’
I can see that you be slippin’, that’s tequila that you sippin’, I know
Yes, that I was trippin’, I envisioned somethin’ different from the situation
You was my bitch, not only that, you was my nigga
Got me through when all these niggas hated
You started takin’ me too serious and that’s when all this desolated (Damn)
You yourself don’t even know the full story
Why you lettin’ people escalate it?
And I know you got them people in yo’ ear
But we both know the situation, niggas hate it
Fuck all that for now, we’ll talk about it when it’s time
It feel like my lil’ baby been confiscated
Taken away from me, I was makin’ a way for us
We was trippin’ off them couples, tryna do it how they do it
We was up and she was up and I was up, we PJ flew it
It was fluent, had us movin’ like it’s water to the fluid
I’m your water, you’re the cruise, I had it movin’ how you movin’, woo
Out of mind and out of sight, I been gettin’ right
I slid with the crodies, I been on the flight
Nine bands in my pocket, .19 on my right
I been outta pocket, I had to get right
I pray to the Lord, yeah, I had to get right
Lord, please give me patience when I see them lie
I hope one day me and you see eye to eye
I hope one day me and you see eye to—
[Bridge]
We both know what happened (We)
What happened to passion
Doin’ the most and you know that it’s takin’ me back in
Hidin’ emotions and stories, but you know it don’t work

[Verse 2]
A couple things won’t ever change
The common propaganda around my name is never strange
But when does it get strange?
When you start lyin’ to your best friend ’bout us doin’ things
And hopin’ she ain’t entertain?
Or is it strange when the lovin’ come with secrets and the games?
When the world unveil your curtains and all they laughin’ at’s your pain
But does it change when we both reveal that both our mothers died?
And we still dealin’ with some pain and need someone to entertain
Or does it change when you break down in my arms and start cryin’?
And feelin’ like you alone and I tell you, “Everything’s okay”
And I know I ain’t runnin’ game, even Munchie know my aims
But will you ever know my name and not just Tory from this fame?
Will we ever talk about this? Will we ever console again?
Or will we keep on actin’ like I put you in danger and some pain?
And when you hop back in the car with me, you knew everything was safe
Pshht, please don’t let these niggas make you change
We both know what happened that night and what I did
But it ain’t what they sayin’
But when the feeling’s change, the pain start oozin’ from the heart
And start cruisin’ through the vein
Start leakin’ out your mouth when you hop on the live and talk live
It’s oozin’ through your brain, listen
We watched them animes, still granted from my player phase
Potentials of bein’ Bey and Jay, just watchin’ for my fan base
I’m just tryna get back to the days when you would hop back on the jet
Land in Miami for a span of days and stay with me
Or back when I would do the same, Atlanta plane from A to Z
And pull up in your driveway in the AMG
When four would run up out the door and you would come outside, lookin’ gracefully
And I’d step out the car and see your two arms embracin’ me
We both playin’ games with money, powers and fames
But just tell me how it changed, have your feelings rearranged?
Or deep down, are they the same? ‘Cause I just wanna reconcile with ya
Spend a while with ya, send some flowers, watch a smile hit ya
After Kellen do your hair, you send a wild picture
Then you callin’ me to come step out with ya
Type of shit I like to do, type of ways I like to move
All directions in my view, still pointin’ right to you, damn

Tori Kelly – Time Flies Lyrics

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[Intro]
1,2,3,4

[Chorus]
Yeah I’m outside in an AMG
Right outside, TT
Too turnt, baby, yeah you know me
Still with the ones that I grew beside
All the people ’round me ride or they die
Gotta watch the time ’cause it’s flyin’ right by
I’m outside in an AMG, yeah
Right outside, TT
Too turnt, baby, yeah you know me
Who am I? All the people ’round me ride or they die
Gotta watch the time ’cause it’s flyin’ right by
Too turnt, baby, yeah you know me

[Verse 1]
I just hit up shorty off a finsta
Just threw on a hoodie, it’s a Crenshaw
Way that I been livin’ unconventional
I’m just tryna make it to the end, ya know
Certain things just started gettin’ tenser
Think we need to have us an adventure
I could be your girl but maybe down the road
Right now I would rather see my heart turn to chrome
Rather see my heart turn crystal
I can’t even front like I don’t miss ya
Right now I’m just stuck inside the crib on my own
Soon as I free up, I’m ’bout to pop up on your phone like

[Chorus]
I’m outside in an AMG
Right outside, TT
Too turnt, baby , yeah you know me, yeah
Who am I? All the people ’round me ride or they die
Gotta watch the time ’cause it’s flyin’ right by
Too turnt, baby, yeah you know me
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Heart’s still on javelin, baby
Too turnt, baby, yeah you know me
I was pullin’ off ‘fore they knew me
Sometimes I wish there was two of me or three of me
When it was you and me yeah
I feel like I love you too much to change you
You believe in angles more than angels
Feel like I’ve been going through too much to explain to you
But I’m still the same way I was when I came to you
Everything I have, what I had to exchange for you
Everything I’ve been through, I can’t even complain to you
Wish it stayed the same for you, sorry
Uh-uh I’m sorry oh

[Outro]
And-and-and-and—
I’m outside in a—
I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m— (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—, I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—)
I’m outside in a—
I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m— (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—, I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—)
I’m outside in a—
And-and-and-and I’m outside in a—
I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m— (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—, I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—)
I’m outside in a—
Woi-oi, woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi

Meek Mill – Otherside Of America Lyrics

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[Intro: Donald Trump]
What do you have to lose?
You’re living in poverty
Your schools are no good
You have no jobs
58% of your youth is unemployed
What the hell do you have to lose?

[Refrain: Meek Mill]
Reportin’ live from the other side of America

[Verse 1]
Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (Damn)
Then I started spittin’ godly, then they said ‘record me’
I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (Facts)
Yeah, uh
Jumped off the porch
I got a Porsche, won’t take it back
I’m on the block with the killers and holdin’ my own, of course (Yeah, check, check)
I seen my mom and dad separate, ain’t talkin’ divorce (Talkin’ divorce)
Said daddy was livin’ by the fire, and he died by the torch (Check, check)
I’m where the AKs is, we like the Bébé’s Kids
Ain’t have a daddy, I listened to suckas the same way that Ray Ray did
I’m totin’ Smith &’s and HKs and I just was a grade A kid
Ain’t have no guidance, we grew up with hitters and did everything they said
Point out the block, we spinnin’ that (Spinnin’)
Run in the spot, we gettin’ that (Get it)
Give us some work, we flippin’ that (Flippin’)
I’m hittin’ from jail, they ain’t hittin’ back
I need a lawyer, money for commissary, and nobody ain’t sendin’ that
I’m in my cell like, “When I get out, I’m makin’ a movie, no Cinemax” (Woo)
Yeah, back home and I’m fresh on bail
Phone chirpin’, it was next to Tell
Block popppin’, it was extra sales
Big dogs, they ain’t showin’ remorse
I was beggin’ just to catch a sale
Same block, we was goin’ to war
I was prayin’ I ain’t catch a shell (Check)

[Chorus]
Uh, we was starvin’ for a thousand nights
Livin’ like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was fuckin’ up my cop money
Sellin’ soap like it’s China white
OG’s said, “You fuckin’ the block up”
I was mad, I was tryna fight
Nigga, we hungry
Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
Stomach growlin’ like a AMG, goin’ to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin’ live from the other side of America

[Verse 2]
Reportin’ live from the other side (Yeah)
Same corner where my brothers died (Yeah)
Livin’ life, we ain’t got a care
Told my mama I ain’t dyin’ here (No)
.40 on me, I ain’t buyin’ beer (No)
Ain’t have a will, now I’m flyin’ Lear
Bunch of felons on the jet with me
Make a movie like it’s Con Air
Started off in the basement
Now it’s rooftops and LeBron there
Still fightin’ open cases
Out on bail, nigga, but it’s my year
Summertime, it get cold out
Heater on me like a Moncler
Closet bigger than my old house
Thinkin’ ’bout it, I was fine there
Came out the dirt (Dirt)
Dedicated, I was makin’ it work
Medicated, I was takin’ them Percs
Devastated when my niggas got murked
Educated, had to get to it first
I knew trappin’, it would get me in jail
Playin’ with pistols, it would get me a hearse
But I ain’t give a fuck, send me to church (Woo)
Yeah, they gotta catch me in traffic (Traffic)
I ain’t with none of this rap shit (Rap shit)
I’ve been tryna run from these caskets
All this pain built in me, nigga
You don’t want none of this action
Go get some money and feed your fam
‘Cause this is a fuckin’ disaster, yeah

[Chorus]
Uh, we was starvin’ for a thousand nights
Livin’ like we tryna die tonight
Glock .40 sound like dynamite
I was fuckin’ up my cop money
Sellin’ soap like it’s China white
OG’s said, “You fuckin’ the block up”
I was mad, I was tryna fight
Nigga, we hungry
Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely
Stomach growlin’ like a AMG, goin’ to bed, we hungry
Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely
Reportin’ live from the other side of America

[Outro: Meek Mill & Michael Smercornish]
I always dreamed too, of being like, on like CNN and being able to like express myself
And, and, and speak for like the voiceless young men of America (Do it)
The first step, I would say, I grew up in American in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police, uh
We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up around murder, you see murder
You see seven people die a week, I think you would probably carry a gun yourself
Would you?
Uh, yeah, I probably would

NAV – Relax Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah
Woah
Yeah
Woah

[Verse 1]
You got tears droppin’ all over my Lambo’ seat (Yeah)
When it come to stickin’ around, you can’t depend on me
Diamonds stuck inside the Cartier frames on me (Yeah)
All I want is brain, you fuckin’ with a Xanny zombie (Woah)
Presidential Rollie and it keep me up to date
Every day feel like my birthday, blow the candles on the cake
Came up from the streets, we broke the pounds down to zips (Yeah)
Keep on throwin’ these ones, they keep on bouncin’ it on the kid (Woah)
Fuck a money counter, countin’ these hundreds with your bitch (Bitch)
Wrap it up with ice, you would think I hurt my wrist (Ice, ice)
AMG alright, GT 63 is it (Skrrt)
Carbon fiber, I paid twenty racks just for the kit (Racks)

[Chorus]
Said she wanna see me, told that girl she gotta relax, yeah (Woah)
Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back, yeah
Lambo’ purple, but my new shit matte black, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, you fly, but, girl, I ain’t fuckin’ with no nats, yeah
That ass is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah (Yeah)
Ran off on the plug, he still ain’t see a pack, yeah
Every month, I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah (Yeah)
She gave up on me one time, she can’t get me back, yeah

[Verse 2]
Bring a commitment, you gon’ see me fade away (Yeah)
I ain’t tryna answer to no bitch stayin’ at my place (No)
Got a lot goin’ on, I get these racks to keep me ‘sane
When you finally get outside the trap, they say you changed (Trap)
I know they can’t stand it, got these haters startin’ to panic
Diamonds iceberg, I can sink the Titanic (Ice)
Don’t need no jeweler, yeah, all of this water on my neck (Neck)
Why would I fish for bitches when I know that I’m the catch? (Catch)
Say she don’t wanna fuck with me no more, it’s all love (It’s all love)
I know when the bills start comin’ in, I’m the one she call up (Brrt)
You get money, then you get the bitches with the power
I won’t buy you roses, but I smoke expensive flower

[Chorus]
Said she wanna see me, told that girl she gotta relax, yeah (Woah)
Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back, yeah
Lambo’ purple, but my new shit matte black, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, you fly, but, girl, I ain’t fuckin’ with no nats, yeah
That ass is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah (Yeah)
Ran off on the plug, he still ain’t see a pack, yeah
Every month, I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah (Yeah)
She gave up on me one time, she can’t get me back, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah
Woah
Yeah

Lil’ Baby & Rylo Rodriquez – Forget That Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Baby & Quavo]
My diamonds hit harder when the light off
I ride private to my shows, just a write-off
This beat from Murda (Murda)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Got a thousand pounds for a thousand, buy them bitches now
First they tried to steal my style, now they tryna steal my sound
Thank God, I ain’t been broke in a while
Do what I do to a T, you my child
I left the bitch in the field and she sour
Move like a ghost in my town, I got power
Reach for a chain on my neck, hear a boaw
I’m hittin’ ’em hard, make ’em throw in the towel
Don’t get ’em started, if you ask me, I’m the hardest
Ain’t come to play with these boys, I ain’t Carti
AMG big body, sound like it farted
I hurt they feelings, ain’t telling’ ’em sorry
These niggas boring, I’m on some more shit
Hundred racks spent on my teeth, I like flossin’
Ran up ten million and still ain’t get cocky
f**k your opinion, don’t need it, I’m poppin’
Told all the bros catch an opp, then he droppin’
Everyone hot on my label, got options
Send your deposit, we come to rock shit
Breakin’ in cars, my lil’ bro like a locksmith
That nigga throw it up, he on them Roxies
Why you keep buyin’ these chains and these watches?
How can I not? Every day I get profit
Upped all my drip ’cause my Crips be watchin’
I really go from these projects to projects
They gotta take it with ease, they can’t stop it
f**k it, ain’t letting’ ’em breathe, they can die
Think ’bout the bros every time I get high
Free the guys
Baby

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
My diamonds hit harder, I ain’t in no competition
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer, can’t forget that (Nah)
Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered)
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter
Naw, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that
This the get-back, yeah

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Had a lil’ ten bands, I spent that shit on denim
I pull up Usain Bolt Trackhawk, this is not no rental, yeah
Project runner, I came up playin’ cops and robbers
You the guy with the badge, and I’m the nigga with the chopper
My niggas catch bodies in the daytime (Yeah, yeah)
VLONE Runtz, this shit won’t make it past a canine
I know real trappers that stay on the block, but they don’t play lines
But if they see 12, they know to run, though, like they Rajon
I stack that shit up to the ceiling, no more sharin’ clothes
I bought a pendant, came from Watson, but I ain’t proposed
Ridin’ with an AR, but he got murked with a revolver
I sent the crackhead in the pharmacy for cough syrup
No, she can’t play me, but if she try, I’ma dog her
They been askin’ questions crazy, “Is you ’bout to drop a tape yet?”
“Is you tryna go independent? Rylo did you sign with Baby?”
Rolex like G-Shock to us, that’s ’cause we finally made it

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
My diamonds hit harder, I ain’t in no competition
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer, can’t forget that (Nah)
Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered)
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter
Naw, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that
This the get-back
My diamonds hit harder, I ain’t in no competition
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer, can’t forget that (Nah)
Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered)
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter
Naw, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that
This the get-back, yeah

[Outro: Rylo Rodriguez]
Had a lil’ ten bands, I spent that shit on denim