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" Under The Influence "
Kido, Kido
K-Kiddominant on the beat, better run it back
Fuckin' Robitussin
I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah
Can't do Percocets or Molly
I'm turnin' one, tryna live it up here right, right, right
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh yeah
Bring it over to my place
And you be like
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
You don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight, speaks to me
I don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight, speaks to me
Yeah
Yeah
I can make it hurricane on it
Hunnid bands, make it rain on it
Tie it up, put a chain on it
Make you tattoo my name on it, oh
Make you cry like a baby, yeah
Let's Go Pro and make a video, yeah
Make you cry like a baby, yeah
Let's Go Pro and make a video
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh yeah
Bring it over to my place
And you be like
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
You don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight, speaks to me
I don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight, speaks to me
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh yeah
And you be like
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
" Stutter "
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
When it's both of us, want your body up on mine
I wanna hold you up (Up), closer every night
'Cause you're one of a kind, I ain't gon' lie 'bout you, baby
Let's do a little dance and cut a rug up, I know you got moves, yeah, yeah
'Cause I been fantasizing (On you)
About you, shawty (Just a little)
You know I been vibing (Just for a little)
You got me
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Stutterin'), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Stutterin'), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah, stutterin')
Losing all control when you get close, yeah
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings (Yeah)
Trippin' on my words all night
And you know that's a first for me
Can't take it like you take my soul
'Cause you got me outta body
Apply the pressure, baby, don't you let up (Ooh)
You showin' I matter (Matter)
Got me trippin' 'cause you really fuck my head up
'Cause I been fantasizing (On you)
About you, shawty (Just a little)
You know I been vibing (Just for a little)
You got me
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Stutterin'), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Stutterin'), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah, stutterin')
Losing all control when you get close, yeah
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings (Yeah)
All of the signs that lead to you
I'm doing things I never do now
You turned a heart I thought was
Made for one into two, yeah
And now I'm tired of the games, yeah
And I'm hoping you feel the same
You got me
Stutterin' (Stutterin', yeah), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stutterin', stutter-stutter (Stutterin')
You got me in my feelings (No, woah)
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah)
Losing all control when you get close, yeah
Stutterin' (Ooh, yeah), stutter-stutter
You got me in my feelings
Stu-stu-stutterin'
" Snapbacks Back "
Uh (Uh)
Uh (Uh)
W-w-w-well done, well done (muahahaha)
Finish him
Snapbacks back (Yeah), snapbacks back (Ha)
That's all these niggas sayin' (Ha, ha), I brought snapbacks back (Ha ha)
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches know I'm the shit
25 for my belt, nigga, get off my dick (Hermès, nigga)
I brought the snapbacks back (Yeah), snapbacks back (Uh)
That's all these niggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back (Ha)
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches know I'm the shit
25 for my belt, nigga, get off my dick
I brought the snapback back (Back), snapback back (Back)
Man, all these niggas foul like Hack-a-Shaq (Shaq)
Nigga, racks on racks, my bitch ass so fat
Yo' bitch booty like a pancake, flat flapjack
I make your dollars collapse (Collapse), trail low in the strap
Shells big as a turtle, Master Splinter to rap
Sus-sus-suspend you like Urkel, your body hangin' from fat
Thought you was sharper than tacks, get you thrown like some jacks (Jacks)
A-All these bitches with these tassels on they titties tryna tax
I don't give a fuck if none of y'all don't rap
I could pull a bitch just turnin' my back
W-Who do that? (Who do that?) Venus trap (Venus trap)
Flyest nigga in the class
Goyard bag, see that tag?
I could pay your rent all year, boy
Yo' mama know
Your cousin, sister, brother and your mama know (Mama know)
Your cousin, sister, brother and your mama know (Mama know)
Your cousin, sister, brother and your mama know
Bitch, your granny know, nigga
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches know I'm the shit
25 for my belt, nigga, get off my dick
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga (Hahaha), bitches know I'm the shit (What's hatnin'?)
25 for my belt (Ayy), nigga, get off my dick (Leggo)
Snapback back, put V.A. on the map
I'm a young nigga, heartthrob, girls cardiac
I got your girls all on my dick
Yeah, them chickens givin' me neck
Nigga, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Fuck your city, press eject
Too busy coughin' up them hairballs
Fur coat, bear dog
Spray these niggas like aerosol
And fuck them old niggas, Geritol
Hol' up, snapback on
Champagne MCM backpack on
Lucky that my situation in this probation
Won't even let me strap that tome
My condo ain't no hotter, I be right at home
What you mean, nigga, I'm coherent?
Steez out with my D out
And you wonder why your shorty be disappearin'
Ha ha, I brought the snapback back
Last Kings and them Ti$as, yeah, they sell like crack
You got no car insurance, no Ray-Bans (Uh)
This GEICO caveman (Uh)
First of the month you do a praise dance
Like I'm movin' on up, ayy, man (Blow!)
Stop that, drop a hat in the club (Oh shit)
They gon' be like, "That nigga on drugs"
Get more respect in L.A. than you do (Hahaha)
But you're welcome for the pub'
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches know I'm the shit
25 for my belt, nigga, get off my dick
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches know I'm the shit
25 for my belt, nigga, get off my dick
I brought the—
" G Shit "
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
C-C-Cuff yo' chick
Haha, you know
A lot of girls say a lot of things to me
Sayin' they this and that, but I ain't listen though
DJ Ill Will
'Cause I'm on some G shit
Ha, Young Money
D-D-DJ Rockstar
Uh, I'm in this bitch 'til my eyes white
They say I'm all hype, miss me if you blink twice
If your hair pussy right, I'ma fuck you all night
The rockstar, young Beatle, tell 'em good night
Kiss dada, momma love 'em, about my dollars
Space comma, bills up in Benihanas
Ice water, cash make my dick larger
I sex harder, make you sweat, sauna
Haha, dope nigga fuck dope bitches
From the city where Locs on and those Dickies
B-side with the Barbie, dash 250
Let her kiss on my neck but no hickies (No hickies?)
Driveway like Sin City
Make a movie with a star, let the lights hit ya
Haha, she think I ain't gon' get
But I'm a fly nigga, I ain't trippin', shawty so
It really don't matter to me
I'm loving all these girls 'cause all these girls love me
Under the sheets
Private party with ya body, I'm a freak
Money ain't a thang, thang
And I'ma do my thang, thang
I'm on some G shit, baby
On some G shit, baby
(Haha, yeah)
Look, Louboutin red bottoms 'cause she that nice
Her body stack right, miss her if you blink twice
And never compare her to the rest 'cause she so far
She got security with her, I call her Lonestar
YSL, fly as hell with them French tips
Let's hit the water, set sail, give me French kisses
People flashin' everywhere that we go
Ice cold nigga, but the chain still rocky road
Ice cream, I'm fuckin' with them ice queens
Long hair, pretty yellow bone lightnin'
'Cause she's excitin', I take her clothes off
I kiss it three times and then I doze off, haha
'Cause I'm the best whoever did it, ha
And she's the best 'cause she with me, ha
She think I ain't gon' hit it
But I'm a fly nigga, I ain't trippin', shawty, so
It really don't matter to me (Yeah)
I'm loving all these girls 'cause all these girls love me (All these girls)
Under the sheets
Private party with ya body, I'm a freak
Money ain't a thang, thang (No)
And I'ma do my thang, thang (Yeah)
I'm on some G shit, baby
On some G shit, baby
DJ Rockstar
Fresh planes, driver to my jetway
First class, yeah, that's where my chef stay
I'm ahead of you niggas, I skip one grade
On islands and yachts with my Louis shades
Uh, yeah, but like Gucci Mane
Baby, have some lemonade
Umbrella in your drunk, dessert, soufflé
Patrón shots straight, turn a nigga two-face
Hot, drunk girls say they love my baby face
Uh, but I'ma still keep it G though (Yeah)
Captain of my ship and I ain't never wearin' Speedos (Nah)
My herringbone on (Yeah)
She let me bone on (Yeah)
Poked her, now chauffeur take her home
Put it on my camera phone, I know I'm wrong
But I'm in too deep, uh, Nia Long
She fall in love with every love song
She wanna be in love, uh
But shit
It really don't matter to me (Hey, hey)
I'm loving all these girls 'cause all these girls love me
Under the sheets (Whoa-oh)
Private party with ya body, I'm a freak
Money ain't a thang, thang (No, it ain't)
And I'ma do my thang, thang (Yeah)
I'm on some G shit, baby
On some G shit, baby
" Compadre "
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
Yeah, all these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way, yeah
Olé, olé, olé, I just found out the play
Got my bitch all on his line sendin' his location
You must think you slick, huh
Pull up with the stick
Revolver, hollow shells, so you won't find out who did it
Disappear like Houdini
Drop the top, that's a magic trick
Three Lamborghinis, you fuck niggas on that rentin' shit
Cool as shit, through with all the foolish shit
You know, got the Rugers, with the toolies with
Get, that's a .30 clip, yeah
All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre (My compadre)
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day (Out in broad day)
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way (Yeah)
Wakin' up, I'm feelin' like I'm Pablo (Pablo)
I got some partners with the duffle like I'm Ralo (Damu)
I got some partners who gon' pull up with them hollows (Skrrt)
Your bitch gon' send me your location from your iPhone (Ayy)
Pull up in the trenches (Pull up in the trenches)
Uh, nigga, pull up with the stenches (Pull up with the stenches)
Uh, I keep pulling out of them bitches (Yuh)
I got the sauce and I'm drippin' (Woo)
I'm dripped in designer, call me Big Tymin, I'm just being honest
We got it on us, we pull up in Hondas
You don't want the drama, you talk to your Honor, yeah
All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin' (Kap G)
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way
All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way