1.Go Get It Remix
I be rollin round in that town, town
Smoking on that loud, loud,
Hoes know I be down, down,
Down to smoke a whole pound, pound,
Flexing hard and they hate it, hate it,
Pulling up and im faded, faded,
Got money, Im bankin,
And i got some hoes and they cakin
Wakin n baking,
I roll it tight, aint no spaces
These haters talking I hate it,
But I just rise like a facelift,
Now ain't it,
That type of shit that make me so much better then ya'll, ya'll,
When I hit the mall, mall,
You know them hundreds gon fall, fall, (YEP)
Motherfuck all of yall, yall,
You aint shit, shit,
I'm a real rapper,
And you on some fake shit, shit,
I'm here to stay, stay,
And you makeshift, shift,
You only here for days,
I'll be here til im ancient, ancient,
Fuck with that,
Yeah come and fuck with that,
I got the world in my hands,
And imma running back,
Imma run it back,
Fuck with that,
JP23, man that's a fucking rap,
Shoutout to tevin 2x,
That's my partner through crime,
I don't give a fuck about any of you other motherfuckers,
Who be claiming that they making new rhymes,
That shits weak as fuck,
Call the janitor sweep it up,
Sweep it over to me,
And I'll kill it, yeah imma beat it up, up
Discrete as fuck, fuck
That's my style hoe, hoe
If you cant hang with that,
Then you shouldn't follow,
2.I Got That Sack
Bitch I explain'm Sacked up
Bitch I'm Racked up
Bitch I'm Stacked up
I say now big gold look like big bottle of ace
So when looking for the girlfriend, bitch they spraying me
She said bitch want to chill, girl that's just that nigga chain
Won't you sit back and chill, and watch that nigga do his thang
Said I'm flaked up shining, bitch I'm looking like a brick
Hit Gollie on the side phone like boy you gotta hit
Got a sem hundred thousand lambo in the lot
Leave straight about the bitch and whip a lambo in the pot
Going hard turnt up I'm blowing bands up in this bitch
Man I'm bout to start throwing rubber bands up in this bitch
Man you see me out shining nigga know I got that 4
All you niggas here hating know I'm leaving with your hoe
Taking blunts to the head, I'm dj callie in this bitch
All you niggasput the address on that shit
Yeah it's 29 yeah them niggas know I got that pack
All my all yeah, bitches know I got set
In the club goin' hard, niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack
I Rock Gucci, LouisExplain, Prada
Niggas know I shop at Saks
Fuck they know I shop at
Fuck the money don't make you real
Bitch I'm racked up, shawty buy my cars off the lot
To the bed before I show her to the 54 block
On myself about my deal, yeah that's a half of mill
Half of mill 500 yeah that's a half of crib
Bitch I'm million dollar living, chilling, cooling by the pool
In the club going hard, throwing money like a fool
And the main hard, so I know what she gonna do
Suck the skin off the dick, she be wetter than a pool
Right on, right on the club
My iPhone shawty got some tight on
And if she call me, she gone for the night, hoe
on her ass, pulling her from the back
She want it she can get it
Cause she know I got that sex
They call me nascar got it nigga all you
Yeah I'm scrapped up shawty, nigga all you hear is boom
In the club goin' hard, niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack
Racks, sacks, racks, sacks, racks
Me you know I got it
Racks, sacks, racks, sacks, racks
You know I got it
Got sick racks and big sacks
I'm filled up with big ghetts
We will fuck you try us
Them hoes won't deny us
My swag get me erythang
Guess money can't buy
I'm the truth jehova allahja
I'm where you wanna be, can't dodge the G
Running with a crew nigga hard as me
12 years in the game no robbery
Hey nigga talk that shit I do for real
About maybachs for real
My drankdeal
Chuchi, I'm still paid,
This music it will weight
100 they still hate
twice and I'm still straight
Got old money and a new bank
Feels the rich nigga who ain't
I'm moving maine what you can't
Am I sacked up, what you thank？
In the club goin' hard, niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack
In this bitch goin hard, niggas know I got them racks
In the kitchen whippin' hard, niggas know I got that sack
3.Pull Up
4.Million Dollar Misfits
5.Bitches Bottles Remix
6.I Don't Like
7.Bury Me A G
They told me it's never too late for prayer
Well Lord! Pray for us niggas
Cause we ready to die for this shit
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
I look to my left, I look to my right
All I see is my blood, all I see is my life
If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma
Been robbing my whole life, I gotta look out for karma
Selling them white squares I swear I'm well prepared
Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell
Chopper still heat seeking, block getting hotter
When them niggas go to beefing, slide me til we got 'em
Machine gun man, seen him on the news
Every gun I had was one the home invaders couldn't use
Had a nigga catch me slipping, I refuse, not a chance
Listen dude, Tip can use any tool known to man
And don't think that I can't hit you just cause it ain't in my
hand
Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand？
Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to
Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor
Should I die, lay me next to my daughter Lelah and my partner
Rap your ass off somethin' proper with that blacka, blacka,
blacka
Did just what I gotta do, it's me or you and boy I'm saying
Know that ATF listening, I'm just playing, I'm just playing
8.In The Jungle
Every year's toll had leaves, they were pinstriped
At 12 I had a knife for your wind pipe
At 13 it's the stash house I spent nights
Could be wrong but at 15 I've been right
At 17 I ain't care what my friends like
19 was mean I mean I had hunts at night
Airs 21 became my money year
23 I could have been facing 220 years
Yeah, so let's celebrate, elevate,
Roll hella case
Man you sweeter than cream savers my team's major
as a teenager
That's where I'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle
That's where I'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle
The animal that I grew up with it
Well they extinct nigga, it'a a few of us left will leave you
stink nigga
Stink nigga, wash up, you funky fresh
Dirty jeans, whack kicks, no cake, with rap
face, dummy stress, 100 k
20 steps like the way I'm impressed
One year, one arrest, gun charge, another mess
Homicide, another death
Another mother's son at rest
Mother made a motherfucker from a lounging breath
You did it, do it man, you ain't done nothing yet
I could become a threat, Calico 100 wet
Wanna bet, when I make it rain, your whole sun is set
Wanna show, no prob, I put before
He ain't one to work, good I take you for
I cook you for them
I make you rich or famous
Act Vado,
That's where I'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle
That's where I'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle
I'm from where the strong prey upon the weak
Where lions teach they babies bite before they grow they teeth
They saw the world dawg eat y'all huh
Well we're I'm from we all eat dwags
Come from the jungle, learn how to hustle from hunger
Keep my money in bundles, keep a gun that's humongous
among us, oldest dad to the youngest
Be hunting hope to be stunting
For turning nothing into something
jakels throw a lot of rounds
Get your paper straight, be like
That's where I'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle
That's where I'm from yo, in the jungle the might jungle.
9.Murda Bizness
Hit the club, with bad bitches, stacking hunneds, bunch of
fifty's
super clean, shout get them,
hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness
i kill pride, i hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the
murda bizness
my outfit, i murk bitches, click clack bang bang we in the murda
bizness
biggy, do it biggy, tell them keep sending bottles on my 50
these other bitches think they hot, not really
she a broke hoe, that's how you know, she not with me
keep my heels on high, riding 76 riding fly
i'm the guys honest truth, they decide to lie
they just divide they legs, i divide the pie
and nah, nah, nah, nobody digging hoes
when iggy in the spot, they be hoes
i'm cold, get in that thang
kill bitches dead, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness
hit the club, with bad bitches, stacking hunneds, bunch of
fifty's
super clean, shout get them,
hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness
i kill pride, i hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the
murda bizness
my outfit, i murk bitches, click clack bang bang we in the murda
bizness
peasy, we got them quizy, hit these hoes a hard time, make it
look easy
i'm the first of my kind, you seen any？
we gonna eat this bread cause we make plenty
stacks piled high, like the hunneds fly
you ain't gotta do a shit but stay broke and die
while i keep making hits with these coco lines
shitting my max you poster
and nah, nah, nah, they ain't feeling y'all hoes
if you was on fire, i would piss on y'all hoes
i'm cold, get in that thang
kill bitches dead, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness
hit the club, with bad bitches, stacking hunneds, bunch of
fifty's
super clean, shout get them,
hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness
i kill pride, i hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the
murda bizness
my outfit, i murk bitches, click clack bang bang we in the murda
bizness
outfit perfect, hit the scene,
in the 9 11 holocaust, genocide, killing ego, any pride
in the hating, it's a murda in the making
i'm taking out shine on top, buying all bottles from the bar
let pop champagne, let them niggas die of thirst man we ain't by
when the light hit the chain you will see a firework
mute niggas turnt up all the way
shoot nigg with the swag got
i'm steady blowing loud, broke niggas ain't allowed
click clack bang bang pow pow it's the murda bizness
hit the club, with bad bitches, stacking hunneds, bunch of
fifty's
super clean, shout get them,
hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness
i kill pride, i hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the
murda bizness
my outfit, i murk bitches, click clack bang bang we in the murda
bizness.
10.I Do This
11.I Need Dollas
If I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me
(Hey hey)
Well I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need (Hey
hey)
Said I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need (Hey
hey)
And I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need
And if I share with you my story would you share you dollar with
me
You know what it is
Bitch still none other than the King
Need green just to occupy my rubberbands
Hundred grand at a time, keep it coming
When I started I was trapping
Woke up ballin like 'what happened？'
It's gonna be hell to the captain
Let's just smoke up in this city
Let me get a 100 milli and focus on a billi
What's the muthafuckin dilly nigga？ You already know
Profits at a steady flow, cheddar, paper, you already know
Stay a step ahead of whoever when niggas say he go
We never should've let him go to movies, television shows
And who we foolin？ He ain't stupid
His bankroll just meet his ego
No less than seven zeroes, stimulate bitches libido
So crazy just like Danger Mouse and Cee-lo
From a kilo to a yacht in Cabo
Chillin like December in Toledo
He's so hungry for the money like he's still selling dimes
Got a mill on his mind, dollar bill at a time
Ain't no vacation, working like a Jamaican
Mixed with a Hatian
Several different occupations, no exaggeration
18-20 hour days while you sleeping I'm making money
Patient I ain't tracin' money, 'less the conversation money
What you saying dunny？ Why you talking to me huh？
Hundred bound vs a quarter mill a show, a mill a movie
PRPS, Gucci, Louis, got my head as big as stewy
20 mills the answer if you ask mw how our crew are doing
Now I keep it moving, no exception, no conclusion
If we racing to the top, no competition, I'm a shoe-in
And you in my way, don't ruin my faith
'Fore I pay a 100K for them to boo you off stage
I'm way up front, stop playing, don't prank
Used to want dough like Jay-Z but now I'm thinking Donald Trump
Bob Johnson, Warren Buffett, fuck it, ain't that tough
Hundred mils stacked up, dollar bills add up
12.What's Happening
Ay what's happening, all you haters can get at me cus i hear ya
and im watching but I'm serious haters so all I gotta say is...
cus i hear ya and im watching but im still here i ain't stoppin
ay so whatup whats happening all you haters should get at me cus
i hear ya and im watching but i'm serious haters so all I gotta
say is whatup
What it do mayne？
Still the man from Japan to the blue flame.
Still hittin dough and make it rain with the loose chain
I'll bet thats what he get a show, now thats a damn shame.
I guess thats what he hatin for, boy you so damn lame. Ya click
the same a dusted bunch a walking shit stains.
Disgrace the A you give the city such a bad name.
You way back in my rear view mirror i'm in the fast lane.
Still I hear ya loud and clear on ya lil song, go on bitches
dissin on while the KING gone...
Ya self esteem gone, cus im back now
Lets see if we can't teach these niggas how to act now.
Ya kissin ass then.... Ya jumpin back now
I check ya ass then.... I shut ya ass down
And i deliver front and center never back down.
Who get the last laugh now sucka nigga...
i hear ya and im watching but i'm still here I aint stoppin hey
so whatup what happening all you haters should get at me cus i
hear ya and im watching but i'm serious haters so all i got to
say is whatup
Center hill Cedar Ave. thats where I be suckaa
South Grand church street the first with the work but we could
get into commercial if ya need something chirp me hey what i
care about who you asking saying they aint heard of me
I'm certified certainly them videos ain't hurting me. I still
ride with the window rolled down all around the A town like it's
finna GO DOWN!!!
if it was every any questions niggas finna know now wont retire
my throne or surrender no crown
I never bow down, and never say doubt
To whom it may concern and whom so ever may try
i'm forever westside and the feather-weight dies
Tell em take ya best shot gon get yourself hot
cus I yelled bankhead and you felt left out
I ain't mention yo name thats what all this bout
i hear ya and im watching but im still here i aint stopping ay
so what up whats happening all you haters should get at me cus i
hear ya and im watching but im serious haters so all i gotta say
is what up
A house full getting to it you know how we do it
where we smoke great, and we drink good Then we ball hard, just
like g's should.
buy what we want, drive what we want
g4 up, up and away we go we fly where we want
Haters smile like they like it when they really don't. wish they
could just wish me away thats what they really want.
I really hate his ass, I don't like him either
We'll do a song together maybe then we could beat him.
Somehow he must be stopped, something must be done
If we can't knock him off lets just try him when he get caught
with guns.
Then he'll be really done, and we really won
Any more ideas？ Suggestions anyone？
How about we stay up all night？ on the blog site. spread vicious
lies and nasty rumors we could all write.
But thats all right.
let the nerds hate.
Cus in my face though, the words get ate. And hatins hard
work...
when i just bounce back
This god work tell all the haters i'm back
cus i hear ya and im watching but im still here i aint stopping
so what up whats happening all you haters should get at me cus i
hear ya and im watching but im serious haters so all i got to
say is whatuuuuuuuuuup
13.We In This Bitch
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on
Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping
on？
Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it
We in this bitch, we in this ho
I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico
Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow
You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow
Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer？
You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman？
What about a nine on the gas grill？
Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill
So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn
Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm
And this bad bitch with me from another planet
Stay on the satellite phone -- man, I can't stand it
Hey baby girl, hang the phone up
No talking with your mouth full -- you's a grown-up
What the fuck？ Who the hell？
Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale
You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous
Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs
I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution
though
Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know
Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though
Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo
It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes
Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so
Excuse me -- who is he？ I don't do this usually
But I'm too fresh to fight -- somebody go and get security
I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet
Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that？
American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy
Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy
Hoes jocking, on Twitter trending topic
Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama
Tip say, let's go get it popping
I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks
Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch
Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes
VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl
Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it
You been in more laps than the Indy 500
Conjure's what we drinking, faded til the world end
Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend
Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game
Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine
My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more
My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore
On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots
Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box
You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish
But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch
14.Harry Potter
(with D.O.P.E.)
(Go) Bricks stacked up in a high pile G-4 flying, No Sky-miles
Get it, whip it, give it to whoever in the city
Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions, Decisions
All I can do is in-vision all this dough I been gettin'
And just a day back a quarter key was the mission
And now I'm weighing fish scale on a big scale
Hopin' I can invade the law and stay outta jail
My relative gave me work, I made it disappear
Like Harry Potter got that chopper in the window
seal My cousin wanna a brick
Listen here you better bring my money back quick
And he replied like this
Right hand get tied I just whip it wit my other hand
If I can't make that brick Bitch I bet my brother can
Off in my trap junkies bitin' like piranha man
If the brick game droppa
Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter
Got the whip game proper
My clique aim choppers
Make 'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man
(Flya) Straight drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin
Young boys got them racks in the sideline clutchin'
G's on ya head now you a fan of the packers
Phone ringing, Its about to have a ticket calling
Get off of work, we all gone be joined in pimpin' ballin'
Yeah, cause I'mma whip it til it lock
I need guack
My only friends is God Almighty and snake cock
Some of my niggas hustlin' and the other got
knocked Many quit the game and the other was in the box
FLYA
UGH You try me you disappear, we call it Harry Potter
Just gotta ho, I tell her come sit on this Terry
Carter I get my bitches like a bird I'm for the swan though
And I be fresh everyday, Bitch I'm non-spoke
I mix the coke with the water like I'm chemist
I'm smoking until I'm finished
I'm focused and independent You locals is my apprentice
Ugh, A lot of haters want my campaign to end
I fucked a nigga bitch and I champagned her
friend And I just acquired another a fan, I'm truly swag
If yo boyfriend get wrong, I'mma shoot his ass
I'mma young boss playa, make a thick game holla
If this rap shit fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee
(Yeah) Black magic for you whack faggots
Y'all niggas trash and its tragic
Look, I got what you lacking, I'm full blood attacking
With all this money I'm stacking, I'm on another track and
If you ready for me, I'mma get it cracking
I'mma send ya ass packing
Jamaican Magician
I got the power! Y'all keep wishing
Fuck with me wrong and I leave ya missing
Forgive me Jah for I am sinning
Undefeated and I'mma keep winning
Some much money like I won the lotto
Keep it just in case like rocko
The greatest artist, they should call me Picasso
Make you disappear like Harry Potter cause I always keep my auto
My fist will leave you red and my Glock will leave you dead
No choice but to follow
I'm all about my bread, and I ain't frontin' I meant what I said
No I wasn't playing, Y'all killed Dolla so I don't care who I'm
slaying
You can keep hatin' while I'm Bill Gatin'
Hope you understand what I'm saying
You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that rover
But that photo panamera probably be a lil' collet, yeah
The trap hop, skip, jumpin'
Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers pumpin'
Bricks, no rocks that's the ma fucking fuck shit
Finger licking delicious, check it lil' nigga got brickes
fucking Italian
Dookie Gold Rope like the ma fucking medallion
Bird flappin' It's the home of the falcons
They got me in the middle of the trap like Malcolm
Whip transforming like the yellow camaro
Blockin' the skellos smokin the rellos
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