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Sister Abigail – Conway The Machine lyrics – Versuri Lyrics

Lyrics Sister Abigail – Conway The Machine

Sister Abigail lyrics
Mind scramblin’, open canvases got me dippin’ the paintin’ brush (What?)
I’m countin’ through these bands, I sprayed an acre up (Uh-huh)
That made her offer up the labia, crazy trachea simultaneous (What?)
You flavorless, these spitters is dangerous in my radius
Look, see, this the tester, I be out the window throwin’ samples
That’ll bring me power like the Sahara covered in solar panels (Come on)
Word to P, I’m keepin’ it thorough down to bone and marrows
On point like archers with bows and arrows, I solar flare you (Talk that talk)
So do your portion, don’t get it contorted like you double-jointed (What?)
I’m gifted, my presence detected like I’m clairvoyant (What?)
I’m blessed, I come anointed
Every track I float, these rappers barely buoyant
Underwhelmin’, they’ll be labeled as disappointments, they couldn’t match me (Nah)
This year, I’m takin’ my account and puttin’ more Ns in it than Cincinnati
Keep it crafty (Let’s get it)
They couldn’t get at me since days denim was fashionably baggy (What?)
They ain’t adequate, this naturally a casualty
You comin’ at me sideways, I’m reactin’ diagonally
Like Bishops when attackin’, see (Come on)
My creator made me her magnum opus, her masterpiece (What?)
Urlacher versus the Packers how I will tackle beats, who after me? (Okay)

[Verse 2: 7xvethegenius]
I’m crazier than y’all for ’bout as far as I can see (Uh)
You seem to be a fraud who didn’t get it out the streets (7xve)
And now, somehow, you feel you should be thought of after me (Nah)
You out it like I was when I ain’t had no s**t to eat
I mean that’s probably why I be gettin’ so caught up as I think (Uh)
On how to stay ahead until you dread tryna compete (Tryna)
Already out of reach, but s**t get sticky ’bout a leech (Uh)
Already out of reach, but can’t just sit up out no beach (Nah)
Look what my mama made, they get offended, I’m a palisade (Uh)
They think my ego from my accolades (7xve)
They used to evil, I be sunnin’ shade
My name’s 7xve, bringin’ boss bitches together, Lady Marmalade (Uh)
They eyes on me like a token blackie in the mall (7xve)
Guess that’s the price of bein’ in charge, so, s**t, I paid it off (Uh)
This clean cut sewin’ some dirty scars
I’m a boss ’cause I’m humble with a win like I am a loss
Goin’ for the GOAT list versuri-lyrics.info
Me, the DrumWork, yeah, smart, dope chick
Took the game and stabbed it where it’s throat is (Uh)
I made up my mind that with this time I would be better than
Expectations of those in the ghettos that I meddle in (Uh)
Seven for the gods, oh God, don’t let the devil in (Haha)
Tryna hide my demons like your medicine
Okay, now that I settled into this new residence it’s evident
You niggas hella bent on how you came and went, well, be a man
I bleed and vent on every beat I get, I’m sicker than a b***h (Uh)
Gettin’ rich, you gettin’ s**t and piss, some geriatric s**t
Tell them snakes in the grass I’m the bad apple
You gon’ try to bite and end up hurt, they gon’ be mad at you
Just go do the work, ain’t even worth how they gon’ laugh at you (Nah)
Your angle too small startin’ off, that s**t mad acute
They never touched what I’ve lost, they never value it’s cost
I get it on and it off, both of ’em start with a cough, 7xve

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
Still in this kitchen, of course, bro, I’m whippin’ this raw dope (Whip)
Christian Dior coats, your b***h and your boss broke (Hahahaha)
You speak to me wrong, you know you gettin’ your jaw broke
Any mix up at all, I’m sayin’ if it’s at all smoke (What’s poppin’, n***a?)
I’m grippin’ this four, missiles is rippin’ your torso (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hit you, your body look inexplicably awful (Hah)
Written these bars ’til they consider your boy a GOAT
They can’t f**k with me at all, they written me off, though (Pssh)
The bricks are from Norfolk, Virginia, and also
The shipment from off-boat, I’m pitchin’ like John Smoltz
I whip ’til my arm broke (Talk to ’em), or at least it feel like it
I rap when I feel like it, still my neck is flooded with real ices (Bling)
Yeah, hit the connect, I get the deal prices (Papi)
Any disrespect, it be a real crisis (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, masterpiece on my wrist, you can’t even speak to my b***h
You rappers is mostly broke pieces of s**t (Hah)
This that street n***a etiquette (Uh-huh)
Most the felons is predicate (Facts)
Evident you don’t have the better intelligence
To kill the body, you just go for the head and you sever it
Melon get shell in it, evidence, never a shred of it
Bezel is mean, bust down President
Tell ’em it’s Machine (Talk to ’em)
And yet you haven’t seen the worst of it
Every beat I get on, I just leave Earth on it, spookyyy

Chris Brown & Young Thug – Go Crazy (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: Chris Brown]
Get me lit (Oh, yeah)
(Oh, is that Kaniel again?)
Go crazy (Oh, yeah)
It’s the remix, remix, remix (Oh, remix)
Go crazy (Oh)
Yeah, baby, I can put you on a flight
(Ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
It’s the remix, remix, remix

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Durkio, take a Perkio and tell me you been hurt before
Stamp check got you livin’ life, but you ain’t workin’ though
Her man said that way long, I’m the first to know
She ain’t in control, she want a birth, can get a Birkin though
Go crazy through the trap and show me love now
Can’t allow one hundred niggas wavin’ her on Clubhouse
Off the ’42 with my dawg, I feel like Dugg now
I done sipped so much pints of red, I think I’m Blood now
I’m from the trenches for sure, for sure
You got my back? Let me know, me know
In Post Oaks homie close, we close
Rolls truck, hit the button just to close the door, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
I know that you miss me ’cause I put it down right
Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
You know that a nigga like me can change your life

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Mulatto]
Oh, baby
Everything you do is amazing
Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy
I got what you need
Everybody think you shy, but I know you a freak, lil’ baby (Oh)
Everything you do is amazing (Yeah)
Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy (Big Latto)
I got what you need
Everybody think you shy, but I know you a freak, lil’ baby

[Verse 2: Mulatto]
I let him hit it once, he went brazy (Brr)
Fucked around and left his old lady (Haha)
Gucci and Prada me if you proud of me (Ah)
Give me brain like psychology (Ah)
Big ‘Latto, he tryna hit the lottery (Lotto)
Wrist and my necklace (Ice), I don’t chill, Netflix (Ice)
I ain’t stuntin’ with no other nigga ’cause he got the best dick
And I got that wet shit (Ooh), he know not to test this (Ah)
If I leave him, he’ll be lookin’ for me in his next bitch, uh
Throat baby, I go throat crazy (Mmh)
He put me in that Corvette, that’s why these hoes hate me (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Fuck they opinion ’cause we grown (Uh)
Turn a one-night-stand into a happy home (Haha), on God

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Trips to your crib in the middle of the night
I know that you miss me ’cause I put it down right
Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight
You know that a nigga like me can change your life

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Oh, baby
Everything you do is amazing (Amazing, oh)
Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy (I got what you need)
I got what you need
Everybody think you shy, but I know you a freak, lil’ baby

[Verse 3: Future & Chris Brown]
I cheat on you, you cheat on me, you ain’t loyal
They think you shy, but you a freak, that’s why I spoil you
I could’ve hit it for the free, Christian Dior you
No sweeping you off of your feet in the space shuttle
I come through, we swimmin’ in the middle of the night
We trending worldwide ’cause, baby, we on fire
Had a threesome with a Muslim and a Christian
I swapped our religions, felt like Jesus Christ when I did it (Oh, ayy, bring it, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
Have you ever went skinny dippin’ on a flight?
PJ came with a bag full of ice, oh, baby
I could change every life
Solitary’s whiter than rice, going crazy
I could have whispered to this bitch on this remix (Oh)
She just came out of [?], I can see it
Like the pussy the enemy, every time gotta kill it
Chandelier baguettes, look like we fuckin’ in the mirror
Break your back, Kelly got you flyer than a kite
Richest nigga she fucked, made her a virgin twice
Don’t block none of these goofies, just curve these guys
Reminisce ’bout you had when you see what I got
You amazing when it come down to showing you mine
You my favorite girl, they all wanna know why
I done changed wardrobes, I done changed your style
I’ma change your life, girl, tell me it’s about time

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Trips to your crib in the middle of the night (Trips to your crib)
I know that you miss me ’cause I put it down right (Down right, baby)
Damn, babe, I can put you on a flight (Oh)
You know that a nigga like me can change your life

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Oh, baby
Everything you do is amazing
Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy (Now)
I got what you need
Everybody think you shy, but I know you a freak, lil’ baby (Yeah, oh)
Everything you do is amazing (Yeah, yesh)
Ain’t nobody watchin’, go crazy
I got what you need
Everybody think you shy, but I know you a freak, lil’ baby

YFN Lucci – Wet (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: YFN Lucci]
(Think it’s a game)
Yeah, look

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Sex, I need some wet shit (Oh, oh)
Neck, I need some becky
Yeah, I’m a lil’ manish, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Kiss on your belly, yeah
She got that wet shit, yeah (Oh yeah)
She got that wet shit, yeah (Oh yeah, she got that wet shit)
She got that wet shit, uh (Wet)
She got that wet shit

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Hey, girl, how you doing? Look, I’m double-R, girl, I’m a star
Just like the ceiling I got on my car
Just like the ceiling, girl, take off your top
Look, I’m with a hottie, so I flew that bitch to New York
I put that bitch in New York, huh
I put on Christian Dior, huh
I pull up Bentley truck, huh
I pull up Bentley truck, huh
I put my trust in her, huh
She know she just like a drug
She come through and wet me up
She my lil’ freak in disguise
Gettin’ head while I’m grippin’ her thigh
She on my head, I don’t even know why
She in the bed, we gon’ need more time
She keep it wet, I don’t need no dry
Fuck me good, I don’t need no lies
Uh, uh, girl, glad I tried
Go’n bend over, you don’t even know how to ride
Love me forever, I don’t need no change
Turn a nigga down when you see me on the train
Couple weeks later, when you see me, I’m your type
Next time you see a young nigga, I’m pipe, yeah
I am not regular, this not a Tesla
I’m with a baddie, ate her like an edible
I’m in a V12 eatin’ vegetables
I’m in the back of this bitch with my leg up
She got that waterfall, she got that wet stuff
She got that wet-wet, I’m tryna bless that, huh
Girl, where you want me to nut at? Yeah
Girl, where you want me to nut at? Yeah
[Chorus: YFN Lucci & Mulatto]
Sex, I need some wet shit (Oh, oh)
Neck, I need some becky
Yeah, I’m a lil’ manish, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Kiss on your belly, yeah
She got that wet shit, yeah (Big ‘Latto)
She got that wet shit, yeah (Oh yeah, she got that wet shit)
She got that wet shit, uh (Wet)
She got that wet shit

[Verse 2: Mulatto]
He got me screamin’, he got me creamin’ (Creamin’)
I just might stay at his house for the weekend (Yeah)
This pussy leakin’, he got me singin’
I ain’t no spitter, I swallow that semen (Yeah)
I grip on them ankles when I get on top (Top)
He like missionary so then we gon’ swap (Swap)
After I’m done, he gon’ need a mop (Wet)
Treat me like a lady, fuck me like a thot (Oh)
When you fuck me, look me in my eyes (Eyes)
Made that pussy grip when he inside (Inside)
Wake up and hit from the side (The side)
He ask me if this pussy mine (Yeah)
Choke me, put it in slowly
Put it on him, make him catch the holy
Pussy smackin’, soundin’ like macaroni
I’ma catch them balls like a fuckin’ goalie
Fuck first night, let me change your life
Man he tryna turn me into a wife (A wife)
We be goin’ crazy, got him tryna make a baby
I’m his lady, fuck it then I just might (I just might)
Ride on that dick like a bike (Bike)
Raw bitch, I spit on that mic’ (Yeah)
He text me “Come see me tonight” (Tonight, hmm)
I’ma fuck him on sight
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Sex, I need some wet shit (Oh, oh)
Neck, I need some becky
Yeah, I’m a lil’ manish, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah)
Kiss on your belly, yeah
She got that wet shit, yeah (Oh yeah)
She got that wet shit, yeah (Oh yeah, she got that wet shit)
She got that wet shit, uh (Wet)
She got that wet shit

Young Dolph – 1 Scale Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Dolph]
(Let the band play)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Dolph & G Herbo]
All I need is one scale, a couple bales, came in this shit by myself
Dolph, why you fuck his girl? Uh, shit, ’cause I’m a player
Quarterback, no NFL (Ayy), drippy in Chanel (Drippy)
Playin’ hide and go seek in the mansion with my lil’ girl (Aria)
Elevator was too crowded, so I took the stairs (Woo)
The whole industry was hatin’, so now I give ’em hell (Ha)
Business man, I invest a whole million in the mail (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I-I-I treat bitches like some shoes, I cop ’em by the pairs (It’s Dolph)
She like when I grab her neck and pull her by her hair (It’s Dolph)
In my city, I’m more important than the fuckin’ mayor (It’s Dolph)
Ten years straight, I set the prices on the kush, I swear (It’s Dolph)
I got your bitch lookin’ for Flippa (Where he at?)
I let her ride like a bicycle (Ah)
I pulled out and bust on her dimples (Ah)
Quarter milli’ for this Richard (Mille)
I had to run up them digits (Run it up)
Niggas know that I’m the sickest (For real)
Bitches know that I’m the littest
Whip my dick out and piss on your feelings (For real)
I heard that lil’ nigga from Memphis (Okay)
I heard he used to trap in Fendi (Okay)
I heard he went to jail in a Bentley (Okay)
Straps with me in New York City (Uh)
Lil’ black nigga with all this fuckin’ paper on me, man
What the fuck they mean, man?
I can’t go out like that (Uh), huh, hold up

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Bangin’ L’s, swangin’ scales (What?)
Shakin’, got residue in my nails (What?)
Started gettin’ real money, we bustin’ bales
Everybody on the floor know the smell, uh
Dropped out of high school
Had to start bringin’ my Glock, couldn’t show and tell, uh (Pussy)
Big bro got life in the feds
Can’t talk on the phone, but he know his will
Walked out the trap with a big ol’ bag
‘Til I pop in the house, I was on the sale (Swerve)
We was sinnin’ on Sunday, that bitch in my hand
But I’m sinnin’ in my head, know I’m gon’ prevail, uh
If I call her house phone, tell her bring that bitch out cocked, then my mama will (Come on)
I was eighteen, my OG seen me hop out the Benz or a Bonneville (Bah)
I bought a mansion, pop in that bitch fresh off a shootout, I’m hot as hell
Shh, you gon’ do some time, niggas probably tell
Fuck it, this lifestyle, know I probably will
I’m in New York with my nigga Dolph, he rockin’ wop, but his neck on Gabbana still (Uh)
I’m rockin’ Christian Dior with a bag full of blues, all black but it’s Prada still (Swerve)
I’m in the ‘Raq, Benihana, don’t eat at Hamada
See opp, he get probably killed (Swerve)
Told lil’ bro come out with me in Bally
Get out the ‘Raq, he might come near, catch a body still (Shh)
I’ll pull up on your home in a Lam’ smokin’ out a sack
Arch her back, disappear, artifact (Skrrt)
I ain’t comin’ with shit but my pipe and a box of mags
Twenty on me, that’s my starter pack
Gettin’ too much money, we ain’t tryna make arch-rivals
You know we spark ride (Bah)
I was outside and that’s the reason we won battles
Nigga, we weren’t part-time
Got a youngin, he only send straight at you (Seen ’em)
You ain’t never heard that snake rap? (Go get ’em)
On a nigga head, then we just can’t catch you
Spin twice, mad as fuck, we went straight past you
Ever tried to kill a nigga just ’cause you had to?
Leanin’ up in the clubhouse like Rascal (Huh?)
Everybody rich as fuck, ain’t nothin’ past due
I could go grab a M from my mama pad too
Let me see what you gon’ do, we could team-tag two
Oh, you ain’t with the shit, have somebody blast you
Kel-Tec on my lap, if God bless you, I tag you
Have you fillin’ the bag with your fast food (Pussy)

Pop Smoke – Yea Yea (Remix) Lyrics

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[Intro: Pop Smoke]
(Yeah) Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Yeah) Uh, uh, uh-huh
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
It’s a whole lotta Glocks (Glocks)
Mops (TECs), TECs (TECs)
Shots (Shots), dots (Dots)
Knots (Mops), rocks (Rocks)
Ooters (Ooters), ooters (Ooters)
Shooters (Shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Let me tell you why the opp niggas hate me (Hate me)
‘Cause I rock the nation, JAY-Z (JAY-Z)
Baby, baby (Baby)
Baby, how the fuck can you play me? Ah (Play me)
Walk with it, never walk without it (Oh)
Shoot a nigga, never talk about it (Shoot)
Sold out shows, yeah we tee’d up (Tee’d up)
Christian Dior for the sneaker (Sneakers)
And it’s 10K for the feature (Feature)
Take your bitch home, I eat her (I eat her)
Wanna play games with the heat and the rockets?
Say the wrong thing, I’ma pop it (Pop it)
I’m a big dog, you ain’t know though (Know though)
Gunshot, forward (Forward)
Headshot, lower (Lower)
I shoot a nigga then roll up (Roll up)
Rollie on my wrist, gun up on my hip (Gun up on my hip)
Please don’t say the wrong thing
You could get (Could get) hit (Hit)
I fuck with the Bloods but I’m Crip, huh (No shit)
I’m big 092, nigga, woo, huh (Woo)
Know I had the guns in the school (In the school)
Lil’ nigga, don’t act like a fool (Fool)
I leave that pussy wet, like a pool (Pool)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
It’s a whole lotta Glocks (And Glocks)
Mops (Mops), TECs (And TECs)
Shots (And shots), dots (Them mops)
Knots (Knots), rocks (Rocks)
Ooters (Ooters), ooters
Shooters (Shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a whole lotta Glocks (And Glocks)
Mops (Mops), TECs (And TECs)
Shots (And shots), dots (Them mops)
Knots (Knots), rocks (Rocks)
Ooters (Ooters), ooters
Shooters (Shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Pop Smoke]
Everything’s signed, it’s sealed
Baby girl, let me know if your love is real
Is it real? Is it real?
‘Cause if it ain’t, I gotta go (Go)
These are things I gotta know (Know)
Walk outside, I keep a pole (Pole)
I’ve been wildin’ on the roads (Yeah, yeah)
Did 20K all in a day (Day)
Put some money in the safe (In the safe)
Gave five to my lawyer (Oh)
Then I went and bagged the Wraith (The Wraith)
Catch a body out the Tesla (Oh)
Know the Woo’s do it better (Ooh)
If I don’t got it, I’ma take it (Take it)
‘Cause a nigga gotta eat (Eat)
This my life, no fakin’ (No)
Yeah, I’m really in the streets (Yeah, I’m really in the streets)
All these pussy niggas hatin’
I sit back and sip a tea (Sip a tea)
I order steak on my lobster (Ooh)
Bon appétit (Bon appétit)
I drop 50K off to Sam (Sam)
Patek Philippe

[Verse 3: Queen Naija]
You know I love that thug shit
You know I love that rough shit
You know I’m a good girl but I just might let touch it
And you can’t seem to stay up out of trouble but I love it
If I’m your ride or die, the baby I want all or nothing
Understand when the streets be calling your name
I’ll be waiting up for you, it’s all part of the game
I know what I signed up for when I tattoed your name
On my heart, still holding you down, like I did from the start

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
It’s a whole lotta Glocks (And Glocks)
Mops (Mops), TECs (And TECs)
Shots (And shots), dots (Them mops)
Knots (Knots), rocks (Rocks)
Ooters (Ooters), ooters
Shooters (Shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pop Smoke – Yea Yea Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Yeah) Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Yeah) Uh, uh, uh-huh
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

[Chorus]
It’s a whole lotta Glocks (Glocks)
Mops (TECs), TECs (TECs)
Shots (Shots), dots (Dots)
Knots (Mops), rocks (Rocks)
Ooters (Ooters), ooters (Ooters)
Shooters (Shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you why the opp niggas hate me (Hate me)
‘Cause I rock the nation, JAY-Z (JAY-Z)
Baby, baby (Baby)
Baby, how the fuck can you play me? Ah (Play me)
Walk with it, never walk without it (Oh)
Shoot a nigga, never talk about it (Shoot)
Sold out shows, yeah we tee’d up (Tee’d up)
Christian Dior for the sneaker (Sneakers)
And it’s 10K for the feature (Feature)
Take your bitch home, I eat her (I eat her)
Wanna play games with the heat and the rockets?
Say the wrong thing, I’ma pop it (Pop it)
I’m a big dog, you ain’t know though (Know though)
Gunshot, forward (Forward)
Headshot, lower (Lower)
I shoot a nigga then roll up (Roll up)
Rollie on my wrist, gun up on my hip (Gun up on my hip)
Please don’t say the wrong thing
You could get (Could get) hit (Hit)
I fuck with the Bloods but I’m Crip, huh (No shit)
I’m big 092, nigga, woo, huh (Woo)
Know I had the guns in the school (In the school)
Lil’ nigga, don’t act like a fool (Fool)
I leave that pussy wet, like a pool (Pool)

[Chorus]
It’s a whole lotta Glocks (And Glocks)
Mops (Mops), TECs (And TECs)
Shots (And shots), dots (Them mops)
Knots (Knots), rocks (Rocks)
Ooters (Ooters), ooters
Shooters (Shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It’s a whole lotta Glocks (And Glocks)
Mops (Mops), TECs (And TECs)
Shots (And shots), dots (Them mops)
Knots (Knots), rocks (Rocks)
Ooters (Ooters), ooters
Shooters (Shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Everything’s signed, it’s sealed
Baby girl, let me know if your love is real
Is it real? Is it real?
‘Cause if it ain’t, I gotta go (Go)
These are things I gotta know (Know)
Walk outside, I keep a pole (Pole)
I’ve been wildin’ on the roads (Yeah, yeah)
Did 20K all in a day (Day)
Put some money in the safe (In the safe)
Gave five to my lawyer (Oh)
Then I went and bagged the Wraith (The Wraith)
Catch a body out the Tesla (Oh)
Know the Woo’s do it better (Ooh)
If I don’t got it, I’ma take it (Take it)
‘Cause a nigga gotta eat (Eat)
This my life, no fakin’ (No)
Yeah, I’m really in the streets (Yeah, I’m really in the streets)
All these pussy niggas hatin’
I sit back and sip a tea (Sip a tea)
I order steak on my lobster (Ooh)
Bon appétit (Bon appétit)
I drop 50K off to Sam (Sam)
Patek Philippe

[Chorus]
It’s a whole lotta Glocks (And Glocks)
Mops (Mops), TECs (And TECs)
Shots (And shots), dots (Them mops)
Knots (Knots), rocks (Rocks)
Ooters (Ooters), ooters
Shooters (Shooters), shooters
Rugers (Rugers), Rugers
Know a nigga cooler than a cooler (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)