(Intro)
(Ahh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (ahh)

(Hook)
Lemme show the world to you, baby —
Lemme ice you out.
Let’s go make the whole world go crazy.

What you laughin’ ’bout?
You been actin’ real close to me lately.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complainin’.
You used to duck my every hit —
Now my songs on yo playlist.

Nah, I can’t lie, I fuck with this.
Now we outside, new coupe, lane switch.
Diamonds on froze when the flashlight hit.
Pearls on your neck — yeah, that’s my gift.
Take you out the state, you can see new shit.

(Verse)
Hold me down, don’t fold, don’t trip.
Even through the hate, we gon’ shine — don’t trip.
Living too fast, but the vibe still lit.
If it ain’t about us, I don’t care one bit.

Don’t play me, ain’t no hoe I miss.
Can’t none of these hoes make me feel bliss (bliss).
I can’t even lie, had you on my list —
Type bitch make me wanna spend a band on her fit.

(Hook — Outro)
(Ahh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (ahh)

Lemme show the world to you, baby —
Lemme ice you out.
Let’s go make the whole world go crazy.

What you laughin’ ’bout?
You been actin’ real close to me lately.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complainin’.
You used to duck my every hit —
Now my songs on yo playlist.

Nah, I can’t lie, I fuck with this.
Now we outside, new coupe, lane switch.
Diamonds on froze when the flashlight hit.
Pearls on your neck — yeah, that’s my gift.
Take you out the state, you can see new shit.

Playlist

(Hook)
Shut it down, shut it down, shut it down.
Choppa got Ks and it came with fifty rounds.
Since he wanna play, we gon’ lay that nigga down.
That boy been evadin’ us since we been in the town.

Oh yeah — and it’s goin’ down.
Crew know that it’s goin’ down.
You know that it’s goin’ down.
556 — fuck up the crowd.

You know I been smokin’ that loud.
Lean got me leanin’ — oh yeah, oh wow.
Bad bih be creamin’ — ain’t gettin’ no towel.
Bih give me a reason not to blow you down.

(Verse)
Big 556 — shootin’ shit in the air.
Lil freaky, ahh — bih told me, “Pull her hair.”
Wanna meet lil’ bih? We can pull up right there.
Never thought a nigga spend a hunnid bands with no care.

Never thought a nigga take all these flights with no fare.
Type of nigga make a bad ahh bih have affairs.
These pop-outs is limited — shit gettin’ scarce.
When niggas blow up, you won’t see me out there.

“Twin, what’s up? Go head, pass a nigga info.”
Got the drop on two fuck niggas — we can bend both.
Got the drop on two bad bitches — we can bend both.
Finna pour a double cup up — pass the xan, bro.

In person, he don’t want no issues;
Online, same nigga act like he wanna kill you.
I send my lil’ thirteen-year-old shooter to peel you;
Lil niggas will cook you like you on the menu.

(Hook — Repeat)
Shut it down, shut it down, shut it down.
Choppa got Ks and it came with fifty rounds.
Since he wanna play, we gon’ lay that nigga down.
That boy been evadin’ us since we been in the town.

Oh yeah — and it’s goin’ down.
Crew know that it’s goin’ down.
You know that it’s goin’ down.
556 — fuck up the crowd.

You know I been smokin’ that loud.
Lean got me leanin’ — oh yeah, oh wow.
Bad bih be creamin’ — ain’t gettin’ no towel.
Bih give me a reason not to blow you down.

Shut it down

(Hook)
Hold on —
This got my brain firin’ a different way.
We can lock down, take it to a new place.
On my watch now — it’s a whole different face.
And my life just changed now — off music.
Hoes don’t act the same now.
Sometimes they don’t know what to say now.
Pullin’ up in a brand new Wraith now.
Pullin’ up from the three — got the range now.

Never had no book cap, cape gown.
I can throw a hunnid bands in your face — wow.
I can show you all the fans that I made all night.
Rather show you all the plans that I made — come slide.
Shorty wanna act rich, but I got some slight.
Take a ride in this shit — gon’ change yo’ life.

(Verse)
Take a hit of this shit.
We can roll up, do some quick.
Grab the covers and roll in the bed now.
Have our fun — you can give me some head now.
Have some fun.

I got the choppas — they came with the tons.
Walk by me, roll that boy like a blunt.
I got some Gucci, stepped in Saint Laurent.
And yo’ hoe give the coochie whenever I want.

Every time I hop out, I stunt.
Every time I see you, I want it.
You got some problems — leave that at the front.
I got some purple, mixed it with the crunch.

Nowadays I’m just tryna hunch, hunch.
All about bread — I been stackin’ my funds.
Y’all niggas lame —
Promise y’all we not in the same lane.
Chop a nigga down with a brand new gang.

(Hook — Repeat)
Hold on —
This got my brain firin’ a different way.
We can lock down, take it to a new place.
On my watch now — it’s a whole different face.
And my life just changed now — off music.
Hoes don’t act the same now.
Sometimes they don’t know what to say now.
Pullin’ up in a brand new Wraith now.
Pullin’ up from the three — got the range now.

Never had no book cap, cape gown.
I can throw a hunnid bands in your face — wow.
I can show you all the fans that I made all night.
Rather show you all the plans that I made — come slide.
Shorty wanna act rich, but I got some slight.
Take a ride in this shit — gon’ change yo’ life.

Different Face

(Hook)
All in all, I’m glad that you came with me.
We can go and clear out the whole city.
Me and twin, we geeked up — we rollin’ four deep.
Ain’t no hoes up in my phone, baby, it’s you and me.

These hoes interrupt peace — I’m focused on cheese, cheese.
I’m focused on green, green — money steady follow me.
Y’all niggas better watch yo’ hoes,
’Cause they steady follow me.

Got racks on racks on top of me,
Got fiends on the phone tryna cop from me.
Bad bih on my phone tryna boss on me,
Me and bro spin down on they block with ease.

(Verse)
Lil’ fine shit, do what I please.
Hop on the dark web, order a piece.
Hop in a black Cat, slidin’ on beats —
None of you niggas can do it like me.

Go let the hoes know I’m comin’ in,
Bust down — I’m shinin’, man.
Hoes too fine up in Japan,
Too bad I’m a better man.

I’m focused up on better plans,
Ignoring distractions.
He pull up — I let him have it,
He ain’t see me shoot that shit like magic.

In the club, she let me tap it, tap it.
Bih too bad — had to break her back in.
Oh, too bad, we done caught you lackin’ —
Can’t even tell you I ain’t know that’d happen.

(Hook — Repeat)
We can go and clear out the whole city.
Me and twin, we geeked up — we rollin’ four deep.
Ain’t no hoes up in my phone, baby, it’s you and me.
These hoes interrupt peace — I’m focused on cheese, cheese.

I’m focused on green, green — money steady follow me.
Y’all niggas better watch yo’ hoes,
’Cause they steady follow me.
Got racks on racks on top of me,
Got fiends on the phone tryna cop from me.

Bad bih on my phone tryna boss on me,
Me and bro spin down on they block with ease.

COTWC

(Hook)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Stick, stick with rubber bands.
Stick, stick with rubber bands.
Stick, stick might rob a bank.
Lil nigga tryna run up on us — like, no you ain’t.
Tryna pull up on you — need gas up in my tank.
Been smokin’ these woods too much, I just might faint.
Stupid gas — uhh, stank.
Shootin’ at niggas like it’s the range.
Yo breath stank — need Listerine.
High as the fuck — still sippin’ on drank.

(Verse 1)
And the opps know where I am.
I’m tryna see if I’m gettin’ this right.
Bad-ass bih tryna give me this pipe.
Rollin’ up woods, make the night feel right.
Rollin’ up woods — what’s good?
Bro hit a right, let’s slide to his hood.
He ain’t on nothin’ — let’s show ’em what’s good.
He — he ain’t on nothin’ — let’s show ’em what’s good.

Hit up twin, said, “I’ll see you in a minute.”
Whip so fast, lil’ bitches wanna come get in it.
Five percent on the windows — yeah, it’s tinted.
Fi-fi — five percent on the windows — yeah, it’s tinted.

On that road, I can see myself goin’ up.
Got shows — I can see me doin’ a bunch.
Got hoes — I can see me doin’ a bunch.
But I’m in that mode — I’m just stackin’ up my funds.

(Hook — Repeat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Stick, stick with rubber bands.
Stick, stick with rubber bands.
Stick, stick might rob a bank.
Lil nigga tryna run up on us — like, no you ain’t.
Tryna pull up on you — need gas up in my tank.
Been smokin’ these woods too much, I just might faint.
Stupid gas — uhh, stank.
Shootin’ at niggas like it’s the range.
Yo breath stank — need Listerine.
High as the fuck — still sippin’ on drank.

Drank

(Hook)
Walk in the back, nigga — give me the loot.
Know you got blick, nigga — give me that too.
Walk in with shooters — start stickin’ the room.
Brodie a rookie — he didn’t mean to shoot.

Aha — caught him, go head, poof.
Aha — caught him, smokin’ in boof.
Aha — shot him, got stick in the club.
Pop bottles and bottles with hoes and the thugs.

Pull on bro, leavin’ holes with a slug.
Pull up on bro — he won’t go there, unt, uhh.
Know a nigga sittin’ on they head till the cops come.
Niggas tryna play with my mans — he not one.

I don’t even know what’s the issue.
Broad day — it ain’t nun to get you.
762 — it ain’t nun to hit you.
Rip through his skull — it’s removin’ his mental.

I’m upscore — wanna switch that, yeah.
I’m tryna roll me a swish pack, yeah.
Bend that bih back — pull her hair.
Nigga want smoke? Then say sum.

(Verse)
Nigga tryna run when the Jakes come.
Movin’ too quick — Brodie almost faced one.
Booty too thick — I might have to make one.
Send a hunnid bands — it ain’t nun to take one.

I just make a whole song — take one.
Movin’ these packs — took a bowl to the face once.
Arps loud like a NASA space launch.
Rockin’ out shows — have ’em singin’ the lyrics.

Bih blowin’ my phone — man, she cannot be serious.
She send me a text — I responded with Siri.
She send me the addy — the house lookin’ eerie.
Bih pull up to me ’cause you not even near me.

I’m steppin’ out cold — rockin’ all new Amiri.
I’m comin’ with bro on a ride to yo’ city.
I’m grabbin’ that pack — that’s with no interferin’.
Told bro, “Hit the gas — leave five O in the mirror.”

(Hook — Repeat)
Walk in the back, nigga — give me the loot.
Know you got blick, nigga — give me that too.
Walk in with shooters — start stickin’ the room.
Brodie a rookie — he didn’t mean to shoot.

Aha — caught him, go head, poof.
Aha — caught him, smokin’ in boof.
Aha — shot him, got stick in the club.
Pop bottles and bottles with hoes and the thugs.

Pull on bro, leavin’ holes with a slug.
Pull up on bro — he won’t go there, unt, uhh.
Know a nigga sittin’ on they head till the cops come.
Niggas tryna play with my mans — he not one.

I don’t even know what’s the issue.
Broad day — it ain’t nun to get you.
762 — it ain’t nun to hit you.
Rip through his skull — it’s removin’ his mental.

I’m upscore — wanna switch that, yeah.
I’m tryna roll me a swish pack, yeah.
Bend that bih back — pull her hair.
Nigga want smoke? Then say sum.

Breakin Bad

711.WAV

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