Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty – Who Run It (Freestyle)

[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? 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? 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? 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? 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. 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 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?

Joe Moses – Back Goin Brazy (feat. Future)

they know that they know it
L.A. they know that they know it, L.A. 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’? 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) [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.

Hayley Kiyoko – Curious (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Verse 2]
Calling me up, so late at night
Are we just friends? Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to? I think that you should
What you been up to? 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? I’m just curious, is it serious? [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? 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? Who’s been loving you good? I’m just curious, is it serious? [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? I’m just curious, is it serious? [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? Forget to bring a jacket, wrap up in him cause you wanted to? I’m just curious, is it serious?

Post Malone – Stay (Live)

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 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. Figure it out with no intoxication
We carry on, what is our motivation? Can we have a little conversation? We’re never wrong, how the hell we gonna make it? [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?

ASAP Rocky – A$Ap Forever (feat. Moby)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game! (Game, game, game, game)
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie [Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind"
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

Eric Bellinger – Yikes

(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 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? [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?

NBA YoungBoy – Through The Storm

[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

DJ Esco & Future – Bring It Out (feat. O.T. Genasis)

[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]
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. 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

Now, Now – Az

[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)

Future & Young Thug – Group Home

[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