Tag: XO

The Weeknd – I Don’t Need Love Lyrics

It’s time to go
I’m ready for love

This time it’s love
I’m ready for her

Everybody there wants you
Ready for love

And I’ll decide that you need me (I’ll decide that you need to)
I’m ready for touch (oh yeah)

No, no, XO
No, ooh, oooh, eeeehe

Why would you wanna bring something between us?
There’s nothing between us
Chill, stop, let it fall

And I walk with the Nina

And its late they ain’t seen us (oh yeah)

And I don’t stay till the morning
I’ve been gone
I-
And I can’t be what you wanna see
I’m giving up (on love)

No, no, XO
No, ooh, oooh, eeeehe
Nooo, non, not gonna be

I don’t need love
I don’t get high
I don’t need love
I don’t need that
And I don’t need love
And I don’t give timе
And I don’t need love
And I don’t get high
And I don’t need love
And I don’t need that
And I don’t need lovе
And I don’t need that
And I don’t need love
And I don’t need that

Won’t let it be love
Won’t let her get that

I don’t need love
I don’t need that
(repeat)

Rowdy Rebel – Jesse Owens Lyrics

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[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
Uh, haha, yes, grr, haha, woah
Ah, boom, ah-ah, ha, come on, boom, ayy
Ayo, NAV, what’s up, bro? Backed in my zone
And, yeah, I’ll put some more nigga shit, ah-ah-ah (Gang, brr, huh?)

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’

[Verse 1: NAV & Rowdy Rebel]
Gotta drop on an opp, where is he? (Where is he?)
Slide in that corner, get busy (Get busy)
Look at my chain, shit get frisky
I’m rockin’ Elliot diamonds, no kizzy (No cap)
All my shooters givin’ out head taps
I ain’t goin’ inside no club with no blicky
Got your girl backstage at my show
And I signed three letters on her titty (That’s “NAV”)
GS9, XO, pushin’ your wig back
4-5-6, get a head crack
Drivin’ inside the foreign
Watch everybody move every time I back, back
Most of these people gon’ fold under pressure
Your big homie turned to a rat, rat (Rat)
Gettin’ free bands, I’m gettin’ to the guap
Like Tarantino, I got racks, racks (Racks)
Two-tone dollar, got a two-tone Glock
Got a yellow-bone bitch with a two-door drop
Do it for the thrill, my shooters do drill
In a Hellcat and they get away from the cops
Run into me, I’m a rebel like Rowdy
When I’m in my city, I feel like John Gotti
Put some respect on my body
So much money, think I joined ‘Luminati (Yeah)

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
I’m off the Addy, I’m geekin’ (I’m geekin’)
I’m in the spot, I’m tweakin’ (I’m tweakin’)
We might just up for no reason (No reason)
All of my diamonds is freezin’ (Freezin’)
All of my diamonds from Eric the Jeweler, he make my shit cooler
My diamonds is wet like a sewer
I told him to bust up my shooters
‘Cause all of my shooters, they gon’ take care of the mula (Woo)
Slide through your block with a MAC (With a MAC)
I ain’t talkin’ bout no sleeze (No sleeze)
I’m talkin’ ’bout this .30, attached (Attached)
Check this MAC, I got in the V (Woah)
I’m in the back of the Bach with a MAC
I’m tryna clear off the scene (Off the scene)
I got my bitch in the car, she drivin’
She ain’t gon’ tell what she see (See, woah)
I make her bust off a Perc’ (Off a Perc’)
Then make her get down on her knees (On her knees)
I put my Glock in her purse (Her purse)
‘Cause it show in my Amiri jeans (Jeans)
I got a bitch that’s a nurse (A nurse)
She always take care of my needs (My needs)
All of my hot boys on go (On go)
They all gon’ put on for the team (For the team)
Bet you they cover they mouth (They mouth)
They ain’t gon’ talk or speak (Shh)
They gon’ just drip when you park (What?)
And run up that shmoney machine

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’ (Grrah)

[Outro: Rowdy Rebel]
Showin’, showin’, showin’

Mike Jones – I Got It Lyrics

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[Chorus: Mike Jones]
You need some dro in your life? Holla at me, I got it
XO to get you right, holla at me, I got it
Codeine in your cup? Holla at me, I got it
Whatever you need, holla at me, I got it
You need some dro in your life? Holla at me, I got it
XO to get you right, holla at me, I got it
Codeine in your cup? Holla at me, I got it
Whatever you need, holla at me, I got it

[Verse 1: Mike Jones]
Mike Jones!
If you need the drank, if you need the dro
If you need the pills, if you need the smoke
I can get it for the low, I can get it for cheep
Purple [?] that’ll put you on your feet
Got dick for the hoes, yeah put hoes to sleep
Give them the dick, they come 3 times a week
Might be your baby mama, yeah I get hoes to creep
I ain’t never been a trick, but she can come get the treat
When it come to moving weed, holla at me, I got it
Anything that you need, holla at me, I got it
As long as you got the paper, I make the profit
You ain’t gotta look no mo, if you need it, I said

[Chorus: Mike Jones]
You need some dro in your life? Holla at me, I got it
XO to get you right, holla at me, I got it
Codeine in your cup? Holla at me, I got it
Whatever you need, holla at me, I got it
You need some dro in your life? Holla at me, I got it
XO to get you right, holla at me, I got it
Codeine in your cup? Holla at me, I got it
Whatever you need, holla at me, I got it

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Bun B the street mogle, and H Town [?]
Drug, I got the plug like an AC socket
[?] the neighborhood handy man
Say my name 3 times, I pop up like the Candy Man
Riding on candy man, grippin the wood
Respected cause I’m connected with the work and the good
Got a new batch of [?] you better try
Cause if not, then my cliantell [?]
Got that OG Kush in, fresh out the rap
Squeeze [?] THC [?]
Slap yourself, make sure you’re woke
Cause if you ain’t breaking bread with Bun, you broke
I’m a hustler on the mean grind
And when it’s green time, I go hard in the paint like [?] and [?]
You ain’t never seen mine, homeboy you trippin
That blunt you been blowin, and that drink you been sippin
I got it

[Chorus: Mike Jones]
You need some dro in your life? Holla at me, I got it
XO to get you right, holla at me, I got it
Codeine in your cup? Holla at me, I got it
Whatever you need, holla at me, I got it
You need some dro in your life? Holla at me, I got it
XO to get you right, holla at me, I got it
Codeine in your cup? Holla at me, I got it
Whatever you need, holla at me, I got it

[Verse 3: Pimp C]
[?] Tony Snow
Sweet Jones, I got the work for the low
[?] nigga fuck that shit
12 right now, got them hot off the pitch
I’m fucking with that [?]
George Clinton come through so he [?]
If the rap game died, could you sell cocaine?
Would you still have a whip? Would you still have a chain?
If I wasn’t a rapper, I’d still be a high capper
Black tar in my lap, playing dead for [?]
I know DJ Screw, the real DJ Screw
If you was down, why the fuck I never seen you?
I seen Fat Pat, I seen 3 2
I seen Keke at the house, nigga, but where was you?
Where was you?
Missing in action when I ride bye
Nigga watch the bitch reaction
I got it

[Chorus: Mike Jones]
You need some dro in your life? Holla at me, I got it
XO to get you right, holla at me, I got it
Codeine in your cup? Holla at me, I got it
Whatever you need, holla at me, I got it
You need some dro in your life? Holla at me, I got it
XO to get you right, holla at me, I got it
Codeine in your cup? Holla at me, I got it
Whatever you need, holla at me, I got it

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Big Bankroll Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah
I’m full of drugs and I’m still turnt up, nigga
I’m still in love and I’m and I’m and I’m muggin’, nigga
I’ll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah, look

[Chorus]
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let’s go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of ’em all
And I still ain’t never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain’t talkin’ no money, man, I’m done with that
Told my youngin’ he better not stop spinnin’ on him ’til we done with that
I’m walkin’ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain’t gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass

[Verse 1]
I say murder, we gon’ the blow the curb up
I’m talkin’ to thе point where they can’t еven serve nothin’
I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on ’em
You better be on point, we pull up shootin’ tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body, four
Five bodies, now we knockin’ at your door
Been in that ‘Raq for ’bout a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down with them poles
Bending curves with my lit bros
Out at night, get your life stole
Harbor freight, don’t use no stove
Mold the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the code
I take that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could make my own
We call it Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin’ for me now my baby mamas used to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I’m the reason they ain’t there
I’m the founder of the killing season, every month I pay that fare
Nigga know I’m in that car most time tryna see if they out here, bitch

[Chorus]
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let’s go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of ’em all
And I still ain’t never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain’t talkin’ no money, man, I’m done with that
Told my youngin’ he better not stop spinnin’ on him ’til we done with that
I’m walkin’ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain’t gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass

[Verse 2]
Do she love me or do she love me not?
I don’t know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I’m like is I’m gon’ kill him or he gon’ kill me?
But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself ’cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I’m doped up and I’m fucked up, fuck that pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside ’em, so I’m bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain’t go two months without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk that shit for Insta
God’ll tell you I’m a bloody nigga, lil’ bitch
Two books I split between two niggas, ain’t get it back
Officer, when you talk ’bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
‘Cause that’s the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y’all paint me like I’m made of violence
Any case on me refer to shootin’ back
They can’t pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like back to back
Make ’em come and draw the chalk, who next?
I want another hat like motherfuck that
I tell my twin, “You better not motherfuckin’ touch that”
Every time we see you up that, bitch, you know you gettin’ bust at

[Chorus]
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let’s go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of ’em all
And I still ain’t never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain’t talkin’ no money, man, I’m done with that
Told my youngin’ he better not stop spinnin’ on him ’til we done with that
I’m walkin’ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain’t gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass

[Outro]
Murder, we gon’ throw the curveball
Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can’t say nothin’
(Drell On The Track) We gon’ pile up, drill ’em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon’ spray ’em down, yeah

NAV – She Hurtin Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh, yeah

[Verse 1]
I know you got some insecurities, your last man left you scarred
I wouldn’t change a thing about you, girl, I like you just the way you are (Just the way you are)
Gotta move precise, do you got what it takes to be with a star? (With a star)
Tried to make her take a Range Rover, said she’d rather have a regular car (Car, oh)
Took you from a small town out to L.A
Now everything feel bizarre (Bizarre)
At the wrong time at the right place
Hear the camera go “flash,” they gon’ know who you are (Yeah)
You be passin’ every time when I test your morals
Just to see what kind of person you are
I don’t got no bad intentions, I don’t cap about shit
When I tell you how perfect you are (You’re perfect)

[Chorus]
Bought you four different color Birkins (Yeah)
The way you make me feel, it’s worth it
Have me really fucked up in person
All these drugs that I’m takin’ make her nervous (Nervous)
Postin’ on your story, baby, work it (Yeah)
Make it better if my ex-bitch lurkin’ (Lurkin’)
It’s workin’, if you tryna make her mad, it’s workin’ (It’s workin’)

[Post-Chorus]
She hurtin’, you try to make her sad, she hurtin’ (Hurtin’)
Version, you like her but a lil’ better version (Version)
Swervin’, put the top down, we swervin’ (Skrrt)
Searchin’ for a girl like you, I’ve been searchin’
Curved it, my friend in your DM, you curved it
Purchase, you point at anything, I’ma purchase (Purchase)
On purpose, I act a certain way on purpose (On purpose)
Surface, I’m more than what you see on the surface (Yeah, surface)

[Verse 2]
Got a lot on my plate, girl, I don’t got no time for games
I know I look like a heartbreaker with these fast cars and these chains
Lately, I’ve been heartless, I got XO runnin’ through my veins (XO)
But we got a lot in common, almost everything that we do is the same (Same)
I can bring the drugs, baby, bring your pain
Take a game changer, everything gon’ change
5 A.M., we still up, drivin’, sippin’ drink
Almost hit the car beside me changin’ lanes
Lots of new rappers comin’ out with my sound
If I had a bad year, would you hold me down?
Gave you my code to my safe, girl, I trust you with any amount

[Chorus]
Bought you four different color Birkins (Yeah)
The way you make me feel, it’s worth it
Have me really fucked up in person
All these drugs that I’m takin’ make her nervous (Nervous)
Postin’ on your story, baby, work it (Yeah)
Make it better if my ex-bitch lurkin’ (Lurkin’)
It’s workin’, if you tryna make her mad, it’s workin’ (It’s workin’)

[Post-Chorus]
She hurtin’, you tryna make her sad, she hurtin’ (She hurtin’)
Version, you like her but a lil’ better version (Version)
Swervin’, put the top down, we swervin’ (Skrrt)
Searchin’ for a girl like you, I’ve been searchin’
Curved it, my friend in your DM, you curved it
Purchase, you point at anything, I’ma purchase (Purchase)
On purpose, I act a certain way on purpose (On purpose)
Surface, I’m more than what you see on the surface (Yeah)

NAV – Frequently Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
It’s scary at night where I grew up at (Woah)
We was takin’ fronts, tryna double up the sack (Woah)
Plug said he lookin’ for us, gotta pay him back (Woah)
Couldn’t re-up, never made it to a pack (Yeah)
Now I’m gettin’ racks, my problems in the past (Racks)
Yeah I got drip-drop, get a lil’ splash
Pinky ring, big rocks, cost a lil’ bag (Woah)
Can’t go a day without poppin’ off tags (Yeah)
Me and other rappers not relating (No)
I got the most skills, no debating (No cap)
Your diamonds look cloudy, your stones rainy
Say they blowin’ up, they deflatin’
Wanna play with me? You must be crazy
I been tryna take out stress lately
Ain’t no evidence, yeah it’s all gravy
Shell catch you hangin’ out the three-eighty

[Chorus]
Have you ever made five hunnid racks overseas? (Overseas)
Yeah, if I ain’t doin’ shows then I’m doin’ whatever I please (What I please)
Yeah, hit the gas, hit the gas, car smoke, go for speed (Hmm, skrrt)
Yeah, all my pockets full but I feel like I’m on E
Yeah, I just realized why they hate ’cause they wanna be me
Yeah, my left hand, like a hunnid fifty racks at least
Yeah, I’m first artist signed to XO, who would’ve thought it’d be me?
Yeah, I’ma stack another backend, comin’ in frequently

[Verse 2]
I’m at the top, to the bottom I’m sendin’ my best regards (At the top)
Yeah, playin’ all sports but I’m ballin’ like an All-Star (All-Star)
Yeah, quarterback throwin’ these ones, feel like Brett Farve (Brett Farve)
Yeah, shoppin’ at Barneys, I don’t know where to start (Yeah)
Yeah, plaques all over my place like works of art (Plaques)
Yeah, 2015 told the gang the world is ours (It’s ours)
Yeah, she a thotty, thought it was love right from the start (She a lil’ thot)
Yeah, left him backstage at a show he broke his heart (And she broke is heart)
Yeah, bought my first car cash, only one payment, that’s it (Cash)
Yeah, could’ve left it stock but it look a lil’ better with a kit (Yeah)
Yeah, I don’t wanna buy no bag if my stick can’t fit (Yeah)
Yeah, paranoid, I ain’t stoppin’ at the light on the exit (No I can’t stop, yeah)

[Chorus]
Have you ever made five hunnid racks overseas?
Yeah, if I ain’t doin’ shows then I’m doin’ whatever I please
Yeah, hit the gas, hit the gas, car smoke, go for speed
Yeah, all my pockets full but I feel like I’m on E
Yeah, I just realized why they hate ’cause they wanna be me
Yeah, my left hand, like a hunnid fifty racks at least
Yeah, I’m first artist signed to XO, who would’ve thought it’d be me?
Yeah, I’ma stack another backend, comin’ in frequently

NAV – Extra Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Brown boy from the block, yeah, I turned into a big deal (Brown boy)
I got foreign toys, I put Forgis on my Hot Wheels
Met my favorite rappers and I found out that they not real
All my enemies are gone, I’m riding with my Glock still
Vibes at the telly, they so bad, yeah, they deli
Rubbin’ on my lean belly, fucking with twins and they friendly
It ain’t tricking if I got and I still ain’t pay a penny, yeah
Drunk inside an XO party, unlimited Remy, yeah (Yeah)
Got me a bad bitch and I put her on her back (On her back)
Slime love all the time, we saying, “Slatt” (Slatt)
Aventador SV, the roof detach
I got designer in every color, I don’t gotta match

[Chorus]
Porsche GT3 got frog eyes, yeah
When I’m out in Houston, I got lots of mob ties, yeah
Cartier with diamonds in the face, I’m killing time, yeah
She said she an artist, now she starting to kill my high, yeah (Shut up)
Said she want a threesome when she sexual, what, she bi? Yeah
I can teach you how to float, got pills for you to try, yeah
All these other rappers cap, I know that I’m the highest
When it come to brown boys, ain’t no question, I’m the flyest

[Verse 2]
Don’t care about the price, if I like it, I’ma buy it
Said she never sucked a dick before, I made her try it
Gas inside my tank, I’m smoking nothing but the finest
When it come to XO, everything I say is biased
All my shooters dropping bodies, they don’t do it tensely
If it don’t make dollars for me, it don’t make no sense, yeah
I was rolling but I still meant everything I said, yeah
For my opps, I’m dropping bags until all of them dead, yeah
Stacking up my chips, I’m getting extra guap (Guap, guap)
Thirty clip reloaded, I put extra shots (Pop, pop)
On my birthday, Cash got me an extra watch
Invited all the vibes, now we got extra thots (Thotties)

[Chorus]
Porsche GT3 got frog eyes, yeah
When I’m out in Houston, I got lots of mob ties, yeah
Cartier with diamonds in the face, I’m killing time, yeah
She said she an artist, now she starting to kill my high, yeah (Shut up)
Said she want a threesome when she sexual, what, she bi? Yeah
I can teach you how to float, got pills for you to try, yeah
All these other rappers cap, I know that I’m the highest
When it come to brown boys, ain’t no question, I’m the flyest

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rough Ryder Lyrics

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[Intro]
(Adam Slide made the beat slide)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

[Refrain]
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin’ bag, gettin’ it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin’ down or another nigga think he fuckin’ with me
Dirty game, fuckin’ shame, kiss me ’cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon’ stay the same, your friends gon’ change, slide with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don’t play no games, we quick to peel him, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Pistol packin’ in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I’m down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I’m down to push the button on y’all, I give my brothers one call
And while I’m singin’ all my pain, they plan on tearin’ me down

[Chorus]
I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I’m a fuckin’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game, let’s play it

[Verse 1]
On top my shit, these pussy niggas hatin’, face me, nigga
Ridin’ ’round in my Rolls-Royce screamin’, “Gang,” I know you hate me, nigga
We gon’ forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna break me, nigga
Bitch, I’m twenty, I done spent four million and dropped a half just for to zip ’em
Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (Ooh, yeah)
Pallbearer runnin’ with the fuckin’ gravediggers, yeah
Public figure ridin’ with the fuckin’ K’s with him
Don’t give a fuck ’bout how I turn out once his mans with him
I’m quick to jump out with my gun out, they gon’ slang with him

[Pre-Chorus]
Pistol packin’ in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I’m down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I’m down to push the button on y’all, I give my brothers one call
And while I’m singin’ all my pain, they plan on tearin’ me down

[Chorus]
I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I’m a fuckin’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game, let’s play it

[Verse 2]
AI pull up, all these hoes, they wanna know where Top at
Motherfuck a show, I dropped my tape, now where my fuckin’ guap at?
Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my Glock at
They know I’m strapped up in this bitch, I shoot and you can’t stop that
I’m thuggin’

[Chorus]
I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I’m a fuckin’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game, let’s play it

[Refrain]
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin’ bag, gettin’ it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin’ down or another nigga think he fuckin’ with me
Dirty game, fuckin’ shame, kiss me ’cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon’ stay the same, your friends gon’ change, slide with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don’t play no games, we quick to peel him

[Outro]
XO