I’m really dirty with the stroke, yeah
[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the wing one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up
[Bridge: Wizkid & GoldLink]
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)
[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, I’m hella movin’ different
Went from duckin’ coppers, now we duckin’ paparazzi now
Fine lil’ tall black chick with an accent, she a model now
Drinkin’ bubbly liquor while I’m starin’ at her, lookin’ nothin’ like she talk
They remember when I was a youngin’, had the .40 draggin’ when they walk, huh
Blue flaggin’ while I’m parasailin’ with the boys and models out in Italy
Couple months ago, I was in the city on a date with a single ting
You’d prolly know her, and I never show, and she told me how she get security
But I always tell her I’m a hood nigga and this famous shit is new to me
Been down with the leg walk, old Versace for the jeans
I understand how my plug talk, I got Cuban in my genes
Never cubic on my neck, I got diamonds that’ll bling
I got shooters that’ll blitz, and all you’ll hear is dirty screams
Give me neck, give me neck, uh, trade my girl for a jet, uh
Trade her soul for some pocket change
Want the world, nothin’ less
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a nigga for a North Face
And some braggin’ rights and a TEC
[Outro]
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Truth teller, truth teller
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I’m never gon’ let up
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Back, back, back-ity-back, God, get ’em
(Skrrt, skrrt)
New levels, new levels
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah Play this song
[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the wing one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up
[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Yeah, GoldLink is a good example for the assholes and the adolescents
Big dawg with a great smile, look like shark poker, yeah they get aggressive
Skin glossy than a mothafucka, teeth sharper than my lip
So my teeth cut my lip, I put a diamond on that bitch
Jewish star for the set, yeah this summer had us movin’ different
Tat an eagle on my neck, ’cause this winter we was flyin’ different
And my niggas show and prove, still be rappin’ like I’m [broke?]
How a youngin’ this smooth?

I just be popping my shit, on repeat
I just be talking my shit, on repeat
Talking ’bout
Yeah
I just be popping my shit, on repeat (Uh!)
I just be talking my shit, on repeat Uh! Whoa, Kenny! [Verse 1]
I just bought this car, no renting
5%, the windows tinted
F&N, the scope extended
Beat a bitch back, I got her screaming
Pop a Perc 10, I feel like swimming
I keep a tool in my hand like a dentist
Max on the dash, hell nah, I ain’t finished
I hit 200, then throw back the ceiling
Real butterfly doors, look at this Tesla
Three hoes with me, God damn, I’m extra
Sleep on the bitch like my middle name Dexter
The Maybach got 12s, I can hear myself better
Tick-tock, tick-tock, your shit fake
Got four APs, I’m still late
They count me out, I still ate
Blue cheese and ranch on my plate
[Chorus]
Run through a bag every day of the week
I spent your house on my motherfucking teeth
I just be popping my shit, on repeat
I just be talking my shit, on repeat
Run through a bag every day of the week
I spent your house on my motherfucking teeth
I just be popping my shit, on repeat
I just be talking my shit, on repeat
[Verse 2]
I just be talking my shit
Two hoes, and they wanna suck dick
Blue hundreds, and my pockets turned crip
Like a MacBook, niggas get flipped
I just bought two packs then flipped them
Diamonds dancing, look like Christmas
Red beam on the Glock, won’t miss ’em
(Skrt skrt) The coupe go missing
The birds, I sense ’em
I’m too sick, you can tell by the symptoms
I don’t wanna fuck, hoe, gimme that lipton
Sippin’, still whip the pot in the kitchen
Still sippin’ drank, yeah you know I relapsed
She give me neck ’til I sleep and relax
She getting mad ’cause I pull out her tracks
Flew that bitch here, then I flew that bitch back
[Chorus]
Run through a bag every day of the week
I spent your house on my motherfucking teeth
I just be popping my shit, on repeat
I just be talking my shit, on repeat
Run through a bag every day of the week
I spent your house on my motherfucking teeth
I just be popping my shit, on repeat
I just be talking my shit, on repeat (Talk talk)
[Outro]
Yeah! Play this song
[Intro]
Get this motherfucking money, nigga
Dope money, nigga
Coke money, nigga
Dope money, nigga
Uh!

The one I’ve been waiting for
I’d give you the world
If I wasn’t stuck in this store
I’d give you the world
I think this here could start it
Come now, be my girl
[Chorus]
Dance with me in this department
Inside of this supermarket, baby
With me in this department
Inside of this supermarket, baby
Yeah
[Verse]
I’m a weirdo, I’m a freak
I wish I could watch you when you sleep
I knew you before you knew me
Holy shit, I am a creep
I come to your job, just to buy some shit I don’t need
Just to see your pretty face
It’s probably odd I fantasize about your sweet love and embrace
Maybe one day, she’ll be mine
I guess we’ll all know in due time
I’ve got a heavy heart and a lot on my mind
But, beautiful girl, you’re one of a kind
I’m not a stalker, but I go shopping
More than I need to, just to see you
I’m not a stalker, but I go shopping just to see you
(And when I don’t, I say)
[Pre-Chorus]
Where is my girl? The one I’ve been waiting for
I’d give you the world
If I wasn’t stuck in this store
I’d give you the world
I think this here could start it
Come now, be my girl
[Chorus]
Dance with me in this department
Inside of this Supermarket, baby
With me in this department
Inside of this Supermarket, baby
Yeah Play this song
[Pre-Chorus]
Where is my girl?

Not you
Bitch I’m elite, top 2
And not 2, bitch I’m the 1
It’s crazy to think that I barely begun
Already on Forbes, Already in Staples
I still got 4 years ’til my twenties are done
I’m having my fun
My house is a brothel, I’m fucking her bad ’cause her pussy is gospel
Your life is awful, that ain’t my fault
Yell at your mirror, go talk to your god
I’m not letting up
Fuck how you feel
I got my boots laced and I’m out
I threw 20k in my studio; I brought the blue flame to my house
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ back, ah (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle (Yeah) Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah
Ain’t no fucking way I’m going back
Got way too much shit to take care of
And I’m having way too much fun pissing y’all off
It’s starting to look real rough out here for y’all
It’s just the beginning too
Yeah, come on, come on (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle
[Verse 1]
I go way harder than most of y’all
If one of y’all died, wouldn’t toast to y’all
I don’t really care to get close to y’all
I live in a gym, I’m supposed to ball
Mom was applying for the food stamps
Every night studio boot camps
All I had there was a lot of free time
Cheap wine and my mind and my two hands
And the same confidence that I have right now it was more back then to be honest
Before the world got a hold of me and started controlling me
Now I’m more tapped in to the comments, than I should be
I admit that, so fuck y’all, give me my dick back
Middle finger gift wrap, for the chit chat
And to anyone thinkin’ I should quit rap
[Chorus]
I ain’t goin’ back now (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
Splittin’ five on McDoubles
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when there was no Russ, just Russell
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
To when mom cried so much, it left a puddle
I ain’t goin’ back (I ain’t goin’ back)
But I stay tapped in to that hustle
[Verse 2]
Who’s in my league? Not you
Who does your hooks? Not you
Who makes your beats?