[Intro: Offset & Future]
You know, young rich n***as
You know somethin', we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
G-Mix!
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Hey
[Chorus: Offset]
Raindrop (Drip), drop-top (Drop-top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (Cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (Pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin', n***a (Hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (Nobody)
Call up the gang and they come and get ya (Gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (Hey)
My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow)
My n***as is savage, ruthless (Savage)
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Grrah)
My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope)
My n***as is savage, ruthless (Hey)
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Glah)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Rackaids on rackaids (Racks), got back-ends on back-ends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (Coupe)
I take your bih' right from you (You)
Bitch, I'm a dog, roof (Grr)
Beat the ho walls loose (Hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (Skrrt)
I tell that bih' to come comfort me (Comfort me)
I swear these n***as is under me (Hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (Jumpin' me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (Cash)
Ayy, we do the most (Most)
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (Woo)
Yeah, my diamond's a choker (Glah)
Holdin' the fire with no holster (Blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (Cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (Hey)
Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (Dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (Magic)
Courtside with a bad bitch (Bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (Go)
I'm young and rich and plus I'm bougie (Hey)
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (Rrah)
Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin' my back ache (Aagh)
You n***as got a low Act rate (Act)
We from the Nawf, yeah, Dat Way (Nawf)
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (Cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (Smash)
Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race (Skrrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bae (Brr)
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Yeah, I got a check on me now, I got the check on me now
I got the check on me now, watch it rain down
I got your bitch on me now, I got your bitch on me now
She say she diggin' my style, picked the money off the ground
All of my n***as around, loud, smokin' the clouds
N***as be talkin' that shit but these n***as not what they say they be 'bout
All of my bitches be down, all of you n***as is clowns
Ha ha ha ha ha, son to these n***as, I swear I'm their father
They call me dada, she treat my dick like a baba
Yeah, I get around yeah, like a shell in a revolver
Yeah, these bitches love me, sayin' I'm the shit, Huggie, diaper, Pamper
I put my name on the pussy, swear to God I'm a stamper
She give me head in the Benz behind the tent like a camper
She blow me off for the friend, stay so cool, love my fans bruh
Yeah, that way, she give me butt like a ashtray
Give me her now what she ask Trey, buss on the butt when she ask Trey
[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
This that "your career's over" flow, for real
This ain't four-wheelin', roll with coke, heroin, 'caine
Bone chilling, cold with no feelings
Bangin dope-dealin-Hov and No-Ceilings Wayne
Started out like Nas, shoot gun
Heavy is the head with the crown
Slaughterhouse, my mind's two tons
Hardest out like John Q's son
And everything you say greasy
And made up like a piece of cheesesteak
And everything I say come natural
In this thing of beauty, like Alicia Keys face
How can I be hated in the streets
When I'm on even on my off day
I'm creative when it's beef, while you throw salt
I'm your baby mama and them new salt bae
I'll assault they, a la carte tray
Molotov through your restaurant window
Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Ricky Grimes
I'm Sylvester Mindbender
I spark fours, that'll arch floors
That'll have whoever acting hardcore
Doing parkour, I'ma dog Porter
Brought the dog for, recording harsh thoughts for the art form
Taking me to your leader is like
Showing Chuck Norris where a glass door is
While I'm just tryna stay outta jail
Last war I stay strapped for it
Y'all can run while the gats blowing
And if I miss your ass, then I guess
You saved by the bell, like Zack Morris
I'm on bando time when I ride through cities
Before my time R.I.P. Bobby Krissy
Or Bobby, Whitney, flow K-Ci, JoJo
Let the Tech N9ne go KC, MO., bro
I don't stand my ground, I just demolish n***as
Simple you against me you ain't ridin' with me
Bitch not only do I kiss and tell
I'm Orlando Brown when I describe them titties
I'm the rubberband man, but I do more than count bands
Fuck sipping 40 ounces, I'm sober out here
Fucking hoes like 40-ounce Van
N***a I'm Pusha T doing quiet numbers
Getting silent money, I'll retire from it
I don't dress loud, I throw the flyness on it
Let the labels talk and Desiigner mumble like Donald Trump
Throwing money hitting everybody and they auntie up
Trying to find someone to come perform for me 'fore I fuck the whole entire country up
I'm the first one gunnin', last one runnin'
Too enlightened for a check
Any rapper that want it, I'm Wack 100
Invite 'em to a scrap
I narrow down shit the Farrakhan way
You can find me anywhere the crime wave
I'm Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner
And your favorite rapper act like Eric Andre
Ryan's still alive, played nice 'cause the drama still flies
Even when you shoot your little Uzi vertical in broad day
Like you still tryna kill God
I'm French kissing with a "bitch you" mentality
Voodoo and como talle vous
While I'm hula hoopin' dollars for that snarly tooth
My future look like juju in a body suit
When you n***as gon' admit it?
That I'm better than the youngins
That I'm better than the legends
Never did I dumb it down or did I settle
I'm Rick the Ruler in every different measure
I ain't just the R, I'm every different letter
I can give your chick eleven inches if she let me get the leverage
I can be president if hip-hop would just let me switch endeavors
And I'm just having an open workout in Heaven
Tryna get me a good sweat
I'm Jae Millz looking up at the sky like, "Ayo B.I.G, am I good yet?"
[Verse 4: Dax]
Upset Wo Wo Wo Wo Wo!
Voted, got mad, went to Canada,(mad) had to come back cause I heard of round 2. (Two)
I had to see if true, (true)
Boy that’s some fraud, Proof (grhhh)
Investigate get to the root (hey)
If it’s true then it’s back to the booth (skrt)
I told my friends that this cannot be (cannot be)
Cheating to win is just blasphemy (hey)
If its true man this shit is a tragedy (tragedy)
Cuz hilly hilly was a masterpiece (beautiful)
Ayyy hacking for votes (votes)
Yuh, he did the most, (woo)
Ay I hope it’s a joke bruh (waaa)
Praying I’m losing all hope bruh ( glah)
Watched the news I bet they fooled ya (fooled ya)
Picking sides they never neutral (hey)
What they feeding is us crucial (dang)
And we eating on the usual (eating)
Force fed like a bad kid (kid)
Brainwashed like a student (yup)
My prezi bad and plus he boujee (hey)
The system April but can't fool me (rahhhh)
Hacking on hackings, the safety is lacking
I bet that be making they brains ache (ayy)
Well not if its part of a scheme ay (scheme)
Making us think ya that way (think)
Foreign ties tight like a shoelace (tight)
Like Nikes on right during pregame (nikes)
Hop in the booth, have a new race (skrrrt)
If they cheated it has go that way (heyy)
Pour up for straight justice, politics, can't trust it
Introduce ya to a party democratic, republican
Broke it all down, bout da money, why they acting funny
Don't vote too fast, I might shoot ya (huh?)
Super bad and boujee (super)
Why can’t we all be just neutral (love)
Stead of fighting becoming secluded (alone)
They told me im living in wonderland, call me Nwosu in a movie
Told me can’t happen I'm stupid (can’t happen)
Laughed and I told I'm cupid (funny)
Change on my mind it’s a movement (change)
Uniting people through this type of music
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up, I hop out with all of the love they just mop up (skrrt)
I’m cooking, I’m cooking, I’m whipping, I’m whipping
Won’t stop, till da badies get locked up (lock up)
I told em relax, I come with no violence, no need to call all the cops up, (chill)
These people they lie, and they slick, and busting for money man getting caught up
Ya that way, swaying the votes like Beyoncé
Ya that way, Can’t even vote cause my birthplace
Ya that way, young man just trying to make headway
Ya that way, won't stop till I get the whole world say
[Verse 5: Tobe Nwigwe]
Yeah, yeah
Off top, get guap
The hood got heavy metal like Slipknot
I hustle for my change like a pit stop
I used to wanna grip grain 'till my wrist locked, ouu
Now I want a BMW I3
It's little, but it's on point like Kyrie
My momma taught me never let a sucker try me
But if he do draw blood like an IV
I'm a lover, not a fighter, dawg
But I done earned more stripes than a tiger claw
Low-key Fat can't fight at all
But she got a CHL if you tryna brawl
All peace, no war
I need bank like a backboard
I'm tryna get my momma out that RAV 4
I just feel like she look better in a black Porsche (Skrrt skrrt)
Peel off, I could ride this beat 'till the wheels off
Head on my pillow only time I feel soft
Prego with the flow, spit real sauce
Boy, that's straight out the jar
Ask around my hood, they know who we are
If they don't then they probably a mark
I might be with Jeff up at Amity park
In the swat or the west
Every bar I spit is for people oppressed
I need every penny, won't settle for less
Trash on the radio really keep me abreast
Of what the current tool for manipulation is in my community
Astronomical coonery
Fancy cars and jewelry don't influence me
I think every hood need an annuity
Or at least a solid year of jubilee
That's why I spit tips like gratuity
In hopes to slow the rates of eulogies
Hell, I wish it was two of me
Truthfully, every label need some scrutiny
'Cause musically they foolishly push buffoonery into the schools
And we let 'em
I tell countless people that I don't rap for pesos
My partners tell me that I need chips and queso
They see the flow is fuego so alfredo
Is what they think I'm after with the draco
"Get it how you live", is how the phrase go
I tell them that I move when Yahweh say so
Hopefully, they all attain a halo
Jeff is really 'bout to go to Lagos
I'm tryna get young journ up on the payroll
If I'm Aristotle, E is Plato
I do this for the culture like I'm Quavo
Push it push it just like OG Maco
But don't forget to slow it down and ponder
Why every hood be on divide and conquer
Swear we could all ball, Sinead O' Connor
Shoutout Migos for "Bad and Boujee"
In '05 I was baggin' groupies
I was so live, just a savage student
I had soul ties with the baddest hoochies
Look, please excuse me, I get mesmerized
When I think about just how far I came
Elohim scooped me, I got exorcised
All them demons died, now the flow is flames
I'm gone
[Chorus: Offset]
Raindrop (Drip), drop-top (Drop-top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (Cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (Pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin', n***a (Hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (Nobody)
Call up the gang and they come and get ya (Gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (Hey)
My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow)
My n***as is savage, ruthless (Savage)
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Grrah)
My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope)
My n***as is savage, ruthless (Hey)
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Glah)
[Pre-Verse: Dababy]
I be tryna tell n***as, man, you know
My bitch is Bad and Boujee
DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
Tear 'em!
[Verse 6: Dababy]
Fly hoes, get one (Ayy)
My hoes, which one? (Turn up)
I need some help, it's hard to pick one (Yeah)
Have a threesome, tell my bitch to lick one (Ayy)
And she Bad and Boujee like she J-Lo (J-Lo)
She gon' suck my dick while I play Halo (Halo)
Take your sister, put her on my payroll (Yeah)
I'm a handsome n***a with a bankroll
'Fore I started rapping, I was hood rich
Used to send my package to a hood bitch
All I had to do was get her toes done
She gon' suck my dick until her nose run
I don't want your plug, I got my own work
You ain't heard about me? Do your homework
Sending Boujee bitches to the voicemail (Brr)
Got them bitches asking do my phone work
And I just got me a new bitch (Oh yeah)
She bad and boujee and she lit (She lit)
She fly as hell, look at her fit (Just look at her)
Whenever I fuck, I nut quick (Ayy)
Get some bread from your bitch and go ball (Yeah)
Get some head from your bitch, I'm a dog (Rr)
Let the seat back and roll up the window (Hey!)
Get some head from your bitch at the mall
Nah, nah, for real though
I'm talkin' bout with the shopping bags in the back seat and all that
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
You better tell 'em
[Verse 7: Quavo]
Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy, outer space, Kid Cudi (Drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin' (Bitch)
Broke a brick down, Nutty Buddy, now that n***a duckin' (Phew)
Don't move too fast, I might shoot ya (Huh?)
Draco bad and bougie (Draco)
I'm always hangin' with shooters (Brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (Private)
Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille (Cook it up)
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (Run with it)
When I'm on stage, show me boobies (Ayy)
Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (Ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (Pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (Skrrt)
I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin'
I'm whippin' until it rock up, let it lock up (Lock up)
I gave her ten racks
I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up (Ten)
These bitches, they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin' for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, that way (Yeah)
Float on the track like a Segway (Go)
Yeah, that way (Dat way)
I used to trap by the Subway (Trappin', trappin')
Yeah, that way (Go)
Young n***a trap with the AK (Rrah, uh)
Yeah, that way (Yeah)
Big dyke ho, get the door, Macy Gray (Hey)
[Verse 8: Fabolous]
Yeah, you cannot check for me now
'Less you got a check for me now
Hol' up, let me go check my account
Hol' up, these fakes n***as checks always bounce
Your bitch be checkin' me out
Watchin' and checkin' my routes
Bitches be robbin' n***as
You better check at the house
I'm tryna be the hoe dentist
I'm tryna check on her mouth
Do the sound check on the couch
Get out, I'm chuckin' 'em out
Ratchet chick thinkin' she boujee
'Cause we went out to eat sushi
I know that she on my dick though
She Angela Yee and I'm Gucci
In Hollywood rockin' hoodies
With a baddy smokin' goody
My money tall, 7 footy
That's why the Kid get the Cudi
Nine milli, that's my buddy
Turn your face to silly putty
I'm sauchin' on 'em 'til it smother
I'm drippin' on 'em 'til it's flooded, woo
My new name is Damn You Killed That, Lay
You love me but I don't feel that way
Don't play 'bout my money 'cause that's bae
Hate what you want, get rich that way
Found somethin' you can do that pay
They call me Oggie and that's Trey
We levelled up n***a, dat way
[Verse 9: Takeoff]
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[Verse 10: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch, she bad to the bone (She what?)
Ayy, wait, these n***as watchin'
I swear to God they be my clones (They watchin')
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin' my hoes like my flows (What?)
Switchin' my flows like my clothes (Like what?)
Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload (Damn)
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew (My crew)
'Cause the money come all out the roof (Damn, damn)
Drive the 'Rari, that bitch got no roof (Skrrt)
Wait, what kind of 'Rari? (Wait) 458 (Damn)
All of these n***as, they hate (They hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate (Wow)
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money they use rakes (They use rakes)
Count a hundred thousand in your face (In your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe (Yeah)
Met her today, yeah (Ooh)
She talk to me like she knew me, yeah (Ooh)
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah (Yeah)
Wakin' up right to a two-piece, yeah
Countin' that paper like loose-leaf, yeah
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
Boy, you so fake, like my collar, you snakin'
I swear to God that be that Gucci (Ayy)
And you know we winnin' (Winnin')
Yeah, we is not losin'
Try to play your song, it ain't move me (What?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin', yeah (Hey!)
[Chorus: Offset & Lil Uzi Vert]
Raindrop (Drip), drop-top (Drop-top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (Cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot (Thot, yeah)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (Pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin', n***a (Hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (Nobody, yeah)
Call up the gang and they come and get ya (Gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (Hey, Lil Uzi)
My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad, she bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Blaow, cookin' up, cookin' up)
My n***as is savage, ruthless (Savage, they savage)
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Grrah)
My bitch is bad and bougie (Bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (Dope, what?)
My n***as is savage, ruthless (Hey, yeah)
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too (Lil Uzi)
[Outro: Royce Da 5'9', Dax & Tobe Nwigwe]
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Mr. Porter don't trust you, I'm gon' bust you, n***a
That thang pop, pop pop
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Ya knooww...
I went all the way to Canada
But had to come back because Somebody told me their might be a round two in the election
So all i gotta say is
If they cheated boy we need a round 2
Hey!
Yeah, Get Twisted Sundays
Bad and Boujee