[Verse 1]
Look, I ain’t never had shit
I always wanted more, though
I was a little badass
Nappy roots with the cornrows
Papa used to work his ass off
So he could buy me more clothes
All my friends into high fashion
We could barely afford those
Mama said it’ll all come
If we leave it up in God’s hands
But the thing about God’s plans
They don’t work like Raj’s plans
Raj move like a NASCAR
Raj move like an earthquake
Lately I’ve been on one
I’m on one ’till the wheels break
[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
I ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
‘Cause we ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
[Verse 2]
Look, ay
We swing cars and hands where I’m from
If he don’t swing back he might have guns
Drink that whiskey like I’m OD
I’m just my grandpappy’s grandson
Nowadays we gon’ hoop in Jordans
We came a long way from And 1’s
Nowadays everybody brainwashed
Dress like they all shop at PacSun
Bless my mom ’cause every Christmas
She made sure we always had some
She make sure there’s food on my plate
My fat ass ate every last crumb
My pops gave me game about life
In hopes it would protect his black son
Fill my ears with all of that truth
Before I knew what the truth was
Oh, everything he said was right
Said a lot of your friends would be dead or in jail
But it didn’t make sense ’till Devon died
Then they gave Funk 25 years to life
Bow my head in hopes that I’m living right
I pick it up, then I pick it up
We’ve been through too much
We ain’t giving up
[Hook]
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
I ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
Forgive me, I been doin’ bad shit
‘Cause we ain’t never had shit
We ain’t never had shit
___FEELS___
(Ey)
When I talk da phone
He keep telling me
Kill these niggas off (ey)
He been tellin me I should probably lay off that adderall (all)
Moxie Java got the city poppin but it pissed my daddy off (huh)
Soon you’ll understand
Pops you made a man
Now im making hits see me blasing off higher than i did feel im fallin off
Where is the love when i need it
I feel the fake in the handshake
Stop saying things when you dont really mean it
Lately its all talk,I, dont really see it (eh)
Ive been out the way staying to myself, saying to myself
I just need to feel something, feel something new
Just need to feel something, feel something new
Just need to feel something, feel something new
Just need to feel something, feel something for real
Feel something, feel something for real

[Verse 1: Sabrina Claudio]
Do you feel me here
Giving you love
Do you see me here
Opening up
[Pre-Chorus: Sabrina Claudio]
No one’s ever gotten to this point
Where we go from here is all your choice
[Chorus: Sabrina Claudio]
Don’t let me down aseme un petardo mamarrachon
I told you things about me
Don’t let me down
I let you put your arms around me
‘Cause love is a waste of time if you and I don’t do this right
Don’t let me down
And I’ll keep you around
[Verse 2: Khalid]
Can I trust in you
If I give you myself
You’re the first to know
And I’ve had much to tell
[Pre-Chorus: Both & Sabrina Claudio]
No one’s ever gotten to this point (No one’s ever gotten, no one’s ever gotten)
Where we go from here is all your choice
[Chorus: Both & Sabrina Claudio]
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)
I told you things about me
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)
I let you put your arms around me
‘Cause love is a waste of time if you and I don’t do this right
Don’t let me down (don’t let me down)
And I’ll keep you around (hey, yeah yeah)
[Outro: Sabrina Claudio & Khalid]
Don’t let me down, no
Don’t let me (yeah)
Don’t let me down, no
Don’t let me (hey, yeah yeah)

[Chorus]
I know you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
Lost in Paris
I hope you warm and safe
[Verse]
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
It was over in day
All the things I used to say
You’ve kept the same
All the place we would go
All the songs we got know
You [?]
[Chorus]
I know that I need you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
I hope you warm and safe
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Young young, all in love in a lost place
[?] down, got run round in a [?]
[?]
Thought I fall in love with a small [?]
Let me start, left right ahh
[?] shorty had my heart in a [?]
[?]
[Chorus]
I know that I need you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
I hope you warm and safe
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
I know that I need you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
I hope you warm and safe
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
[Outro]
I know that I need you now
The key that I won’t forget
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)
I hope you warm and safe
The memory I can’t replace
You’re lost in Paris
(You’re lost in Paris)

We jumpin’ niggas
We got the strap, nigga, fuck it, we stompin’ niggas
I’m just as rich as your favorite rapper, nigga, might be richer
Hit the pent like I’m Derek Fisher
Fuck the bitch right, then I kiss her
Ride around town, you the one that licked her
Ha, real player like my pops (pops)
Thirty round in my Glock
We run it, not opps
Ten toes on my sole, niggas wouldn’t double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah)
Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a [?] coat (yeah)
Pull up deep, wide body nigga
Feel like Jeremy Shockey, cold as Minnesota
Bought my moms a Rover but I ain’t BlocBoy
But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (doot-doot-doot)
[Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd]
Lil Boat (who else?)
14
Gang or somethin’
Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin’
Call a few bitches, chill with some hoes or somethin’
Niggas be flexin’, they bold or somethin’
They don’t want that war, go home or somethin’
Internet flexin’ with the phone or somethin’
You a lil’ pup, nigga, fetch a bone or somethin’
Niggas male strippers when them poles bummin’
[Bridge: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Gang (uh), gang (uh), huh, gang (uh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
Lil’ nigga talkin’ down, we gon’ snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Hold on (Lil Boat)
Ayy, who you think you ahead of? [Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Huh, Big 14 Bitch
1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah
1400/800 lil’ nigga, flexin’ paper nigga
You know what the fuck goin’ on
Yeah, ayy, hold on, ayy
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Real niggas live by the code
Catch a nigga lack on my fuckin’ bros
I don’t fuck with opps, all y’all niggas’ hoes
Met a few of ’em, y’all could get exposed
With my nigga too, head off the pole
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
Do a trill, catch another body though
Like, that’s my fuckin’ hobby, yo
I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
Lil’ nigga let them lullas fly, leave a young nigga so traumatized
Totin’ gats jit, all my niggas ride
Don’t make me make another mama cry
Doin’ trill, catch another homicide
Fix your face, nigga, you got butterflies? Nigga, that’s weird
Cop a new Lamb, cop a new ‘Rari
Just to go and switch gears (skrt)
Burn out, burn out
Every time we turn out, make a big scene (yeah)
2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (skrt skrt skrt)
Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (facts)
Y’all don’t even know how a nigga live
Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts)
Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting nigga
Throwing gang signs, call it [?] nigga
Can’t nobody at QC get punked, nigga
What is a one-on-one, nigga? Not us
And these niggas they mad ’cause I’m richer than them
Stay ganged up, I ain’t clickin’ with them
You can get shot, Terry Richardson and them
Nigga, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh)
Fuck around, you come up missin’ like them (yeah)
You the type run to the sheriff (hah)
Act like you hard and you careless (yeah)
Nigga, I’m a real ass nigga, ain’t fake a nigga
Free my big brother out the prison cell
QC [?] told ’em give ’em hell
Ridin’ ’round in a Maybach with my nigga Pellz
Glock out, running we empty 12
Bitch on my dick, that’s a love spell (yeah)
Bitch with the shits call her Annabelle (yeah)
If they won’t call, I don’t gotta yell (yeah)
Hundreds [?] like a pack of [?]
Fuckin’ her jewels with my nigga Jack
Crotched up, all of my brothers sack
Gotta run up them Ricky Racks
In the safe in the [?], we got hella plaques
Got more pops on my watch than your brother teeth
Boy you young, where your Similac? Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
Big 14, fuck the other side
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry
Man, this shit ain’t new to me
Your bitch new to you, she ain’t new to me
I ain’t really with the fucking foolery
Glistenin’ in these fucking diamonds
Bad bitch and I’m fucking shining
I got a bad bitch from the fucking islands
Taking trips to the fucking islands
Guess these guys don’t realize
When they talking fly, man it’s suicide
Don’t talk, do a nigga do or die
Nobody else, nigga, you and I
Big chopper, I’ma let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
I don’t play, pussy, wish a nigga try
‘Cause that’d be the night niggas die
Niggas act like I ain’t G.O.A.T. Buyin’ whips, yeah, we into that
Fuckin’ hoes, yeah, we into that
Loving hoes, yeah no nigga
Got a .223 inside the Hellcat
Keep it all in the pack, huh
Hundred niggas in your section
Hmm, where the hoes?

[Intro: Joe Moses & Future]
Shoot up your set, the K’s out, niggas they shoot, but never kill
Moses, he known for the drug deal, heavy be pushin’, that’s so fo’ real
My niggas raw and they so fo’ real, you niggas soft and you hoe fo’ real
All of my dawgs, they ’bout it, ’bout it (I’m goin’ too brazy)
[Chorus: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi
[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
I’m back with the shooters, we [?] like Cuban
Stop actin’ stupid, my niggas they foolish (what?!)
Them niggas know, we shoot and you don’t (what?!)
Margiela and Louis, ya hoe is a groupie (what?!)
I put the that B on everything, married to us is a gang gang
Too much diamonds it’s chain gang, all of my bitches’ throwback
Blacking the track with a codine, all of my bitches’ is slouchy
More like a [?] man, Twist, my nigga forever
Smilely and P.T forever, B, he gonna get the cheddar
[?] my nigga he killin’, free all my niggas they illin’
NWB in the building, fuck it I’ll sign for a million
Fuck it I’ll sign for a bird (Prrr), throw it on caption and post it
Ain’t no more fuckin’ with Jody, L.A. 400 clips in the wagon
These racks on me, I got the bracks on me, I got the racks on me, I got the bracks
I got the bracks on bracks, the bales, the bales, they come to get taxed
I got the braps, the braps, the braps, 100 a nigga get wacked
Shout out to OG Wacko, holdin’ it down on the West Boast
Smokin’ on gas by the pound from the West Boast
I pulled a bitch from the West Boast, I came back with the nitro
She want pink roses, I put diamonds on her toes
I put the B diamonds all on my neck and my wrist and then all on my ring, ring
[?] where them youngings at who gon’ make the bottle go ring, ring
Bzzz all on your head like a bee be
[Chorus: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back with a three piece, (back with a three piece, back with a three piece) they know that they know it
[Chorus: Future]
Back goin’ brazy (Yey), I whip the Mercedes (Yey yey)
I’m back goin’ brazy (Yey yey), I whip the Mercedes (Skrr Skrr)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy), I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back goin’ brazy)
I’m back goin’ brazy (I’m back, I’m back), I’m back goin’ brazy
I’m back on the bullshit, I’m back on that Pucci
I’m back on the Gucci, I’m back and she wet like jacuzzi
I’m back with a three piece, I’m back with the Uzi
[Verse 3: Future]
My man kickin’ shit like he Bruce Lee
She bad, she on duty, I’m back makin’ movies
Kick back and boolin’, what’s brackin’? they know that they know it
L.A. they know that they know it, L.A.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m just on the floor, I’m like a model
Been looking through the texts and all the photos
But don’t you worry, I can handle it
No, don’t you worry, I can handle it
[Chorus]
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)
The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica? Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to? Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to? [Verse 1]
Yeah
I need a drink, whiskey ain’t my thing
But shit is all good
I can handle things- like I wish that you would
You’ve been out of reach, could you explain? Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to? Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to? I’m just curious, is it serious? I’m just curious, is it serious? I’m just curious, is it serious? I’m just curious, is it serious? Who’s been loving you good? You say you wanted me, but you’re sleeping with him
You think of me, I’m what you see
When you look at the sky
I don’t believe you
You ain’t been loving me right (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m just on the floor, I’m like a model
Been looking through the texts and all the photos
But don’t you worry I can handle it
No, don’t you worry I can handle it
[Chorus]
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)
The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica? I’m just curious, is it serious? I’m just curious, is it serious? [Verse 2]
Calling me up, so late at night
Are we just friends? I think that you should
What you been up to? [Bridge]
I’m just on the floor, I’m like a model
Been looking through the texts and all the photos
But don’t you worry I can handle it
No, don’t you worry I can handle it
If you let him, if you let him
[Chorus]
If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)
The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica? If you let him touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya, touch ya (yeah)
The way I used to, used to, used to, used to, used to, used to (yeah)
Did you take him to the pier in Santa Monica?

Can we have a little conversation? Andrew Watt, ladies and gentlemen
[Chorus]
Tell me that it’s all okay (tell me that it’s all okay)
I’ve been waitin’ on this all damn day (waitin’ on this all damn day)
Call me in the mornin’, tell me how last night went
I’m here, but don’t count on me to stay [Verse 1]
It’s true that all that you know is all that you are
You said that it’s all that you want and more
Fuck off and pour another drink
And tell me what you think
You know that I’m too drunk to talk right now
You put your cigarette out on my face
So beautiful, please woman
[Refrain]
Don’t break your back for me
I’ll put you out of your misery
[Chorus]
Tell me that it’s all okay (tell me that it’s all okay)
I’ve been waitin’ on this all damn day (waitin’ on this all damn day)
Call me in the mornin’, tell me how last night went
I’m here, but don’t count on me to…
[Verse 2]
Stay a little longer if you convince me
You tell me all the things that you have against me
Every time we make up, the truth is faded
Everybody’s blind when the view’s amazin’
Damn, who are we right now? Figure it out with no intoxication
We carry on, what is our motivation? Maybe we’re used to this
Tell me, what are we to do
It’s like we only play to lose
Chasin’ pain with an excuse
I love that shit and so do you
[Refrain]
But don’t break your back for me
I’ll put you out of your misery
[Chorus]
Tell me that it’s all okay (tell me that it’s all okay)
I’ve been waitin’ on this all damn day (waitin’ on this all damn day)
Call me in the mornin’, tell me how last night went
I’m here, but don’t count on me to stay
[Guitar Solo]
Mr. We’re never wrong, how the hell we gonna make it?

[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song
[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man? First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop? (To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)
[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a f—, stole from all you…)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy
[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes
[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

[Chorus]
Through the night when it be stormin’
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
Niggas tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for to tell it, you know that I’ma run it
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him
[Verse 1]
Today Friday so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo
I got black and white bitches knockin’ at my door though
I’m in the middle of the room posted with a .44
I got it out in case a nigga wanna take a photo
Remember me and 3Three we used to ride up in a stolo
Now I’m in a two-door coupe, it used to be a four-door
Don’t pay for cable, he want static, tell him let me know though
I’m quick to let a nigga have it, you know I’ma blow though
Late at night I used to sneak out my grandfather window
And I was coolin’ on a flight, and I was hittin’ them licks though
Wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be shit, so I ain’t gotta trip though
Ten thousand dollars, that ain’t shit, I gave him that times three though
[Chorus]
Through the night when it be stormin’
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
Niggas tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I’ma run it
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him
[Verse 2]
Can’t tote no gun but got that Glock when I’m up in the yo’ though
Plus my PO and the police knockin’ at my door though
I get creative, lace the track just like a blunt of dope though
I told Nini I’m comin’ back, she think I’m with a hoe though
Hundred grand in my pocket when I wanna flex
Back in the day them niggas laughed when I said I’m next
Up with the choppa ‘case that boy try reach for my neck
You know how I pop, fuck that shit, I put his ass to rest
[Chorus]
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him

Genesis]
Whip that soda, ice like polar
Double on motor on the motorola
Got your main thing, took her to boa
Took her to the crib, made her do yoga
I got bitches I know that you ain’t seen yet
Got the 4488 you ain’t see yet
These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain
I’m back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game
I’m killin’ niggas GYG, I put ’em in the hearse
My bitch killin’ you hoes, you know she had it first
I got ’em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast
I could’ve got the wraith, but it can’t fit my hoes
I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key
I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key
I’ll shoot it out with all these niggas I don’t give a fuck
I got a hundred niggas with me, I don’t give a fuck
[Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
[Verse 2: O.T. [Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
[Post-Chorus: Future]
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
[Verse 1: O.T. Genesis]
Big face rollie, still rock
Air 15, leave a nigga hold up
Got a lotta cash, still move fast
Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash
I’m addicted to the pace, I’m a trap nigga
Why you talk behind my back you should act nigga
Make the money come back like a lap nigga
Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas
I got shooters on deck and its real fun
Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one
Couple days in a month I hit a million
I done had too much to drink I done fell on her
Had a threesome with my bitch, put Chanel on her
I’m still married to the game, got my ring, yeah
Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out
[Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
[Post-Chorus: Future]
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah

[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Oh holy figure at the edge of my bed
She leaned in closely and said nothing to me
Repeating image of you, when I’m alone
I see you calling to me
Then I see nothing at all
[Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
[Verse 2]
Oh holy vision at the end of my bed
She leaned in closely and said nothing to me
I was young, with the sun
I had no reason to run
I see you calling to me
Then I see nothing at all
[Pre-Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
[Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
[Instrumental]
[Pre-Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
[Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all (back to the heart of it all)
[Outro]
(Back to the heart of it all)
(Back to the heart of it all)

[Intro: Young Thug]
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah
[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t mint
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
[Verse 1: Future]
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him everyday
All my littles wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby
Yeah, he don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I sold so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins
[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I’m too wrong
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
Fuck these niggas, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loop, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the shits in Cali (Cali!)
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My bitches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
Yeah
[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home