I’m getting tired of rapping this shit is too easy, I probably should go and relax I go in hard when I come, I got government bars if you hit me I’m gon have to tax This shit is fun though I'm bout to let go These niggas babies And I'm feeling prego See the beat you know I’m bout' to feast Stock my prey and calculate its' feet Pounce and chase and grab it with my teeth Rip it limb from limb, unleash and then repeat I am not the 3 I come B 4 the 2 I am the 1, you must outdo you lying if u think you’ll win, a cheater tried and I still caught up to all his moves Lyrically indigenous

  [Intro] Grrt (Come on) [Chorus] Ayy, walk 'em down straight to the ground, we make sure that he don't get up (Damn E, this shit exclusive) Call the reverend and his momma, tell 'em, "Come and pick 'em up" I'ma smack you with this .40, askin', "Is my Glizzy tucked?" [Verse] Only like it sloppy, she gon' beat box when she suckin' me (Come on, come on) Told her, "Bring a friend", if she ever think about fuckin' me Touchin' who? Touchin' me? To God where your ass gon' be (Prr, prr) Leave him stuck and send him up like he fuckin' with Cardi B (Prr, prr, prr) Park thе car before we hit thе street, I'm hoppin' out on feet Get up close so I can see his teeth but I'ma keep it brief Ask do he remember me, then introduced him to my heat Skrrt off the block, you followin' this car, your whip be cream cheese (Come here, prr)

[Intro: Anderson .Paak] Said baby, said baby, said baby [Verse 1: Anderson .Paak] What you doin'? (What you doin'?) Where you at? (Where you at?) Oh, you got plans? (You got plans) Don't say that (Shut your trap) I'm sippin' wine (Sip, sip) in a robe (Drip, drip) I look too good (Look too good) To be alone (Woo, woo) My house clean (House clean), my pool warm (Pool warm) Just shaved, smooth like a newborn We should be dancin', romancin' In the east wing and the west wing Of this mansion, what's happenin'? [Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars] I ain't playin' no games Every word that I say is coming straight from the heart So if you tryna lay in these arms

[Intro] Ayy, woah Ayy, ayy Yeah [Refrain] I'm makin' a change today The liquor been takin' the pain away I heard you was givin' your chain away That's kinda like givin' your fame away What's wrong with you? I sit in a box where the owners do A boss is a role that I've grown into I love you to death but I told you the truth I can't just be with you and only you

 [Verse 1] You worry 'bout leavin' a better planet for our kids How 'bout leavin' better kids for our planet? Entire generation offended at everything Gettin' mad that a human thinks all lives matter We don't need black or white, or left or right All we need is common sense, we need balance We're all in the same boat, why you tryna make holes? If they sink, we sink, this is madness I'm offended that you're offended by me takin' offense Trump can't build a wall, why does your house have a fence? I believe in two genders, I'm not mad at the rest I'm just confused when a dude has a beard and some breasts We won't always agree, nope, I don't hate all police, nope I don't think that the system's racist, I just think the system hates people

  [Intro] (Hardbody) (Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose) [Chorus: Fredo Bang] Mama, I'm a stepper, I can't walk by fate Every day, I wake up to some brand new hate Every nigga opps, every nigga want some, it's on everybody top All these storms that I weathered, most couldn't take I got problems with some niggas 'cause I won't be fake Every nigga opps, every nigga want some, it's on everybody top [Verse 1: Fredo Bang] I beat a case 'cause I wouldn't talk You heard that side of thе story, but that shit was false (False) The only onеs that want revenge is the ones that lost (That lost) I got niggas mad at me 'cause I wouldn't cross (Cross) Solid as they come You niggas ain't bust shit, how long you had that gun? Why I'm getting so much hate? I ain't mad at them Fuck they feelings, now it's up, I throw a bag at them Damn, had to turn my thug up, had to put my love up 'Cause I don't know who hate no mo...

  Saweetie - Best Friend (feat. Doja Cat) [Chorus: Doja Cat & Saweetie] That my best friend, she a real bad bitch Got her own money, she don't need no nig' On the dance floor, she had two, three drinks Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in That's my best friend, she a real bad bitch Drive her own car, she don't need no Lyft In the strip club, know my girl gon' tip Now she twerkin', she throw it out and come back in [Verse 1: Saweetie] Beep beep, is that my bestie in a Tessie? Fresh blow out, skin on tan, ooh, she ready Bitch, you look goodt, with a T at the end I'ma hype her every time, that my motherfuckin' friend Shе been down since the jelliеs and the bobos Got me steppin' out the Jeep in Manolo's When we pull up to the scene, they be filled with jealousy If a bitch get finicky, she gon' bring that energy (Pop-pop-pop) I hit her phone with the tea, like, "Bitch, guess what? All the rich ass boys wanna fuck on us!...

  [Intro] Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Mm, look like DJ Chose [Chorus] Mama, I'm a stepper (I'm a stepper), I can't walk by faith Every day I wake up to some brand new hate Every nigga opps, every nigga want some, it's on everybody top All these storms that I weathered (That I weathered), most couldn't take I got problems with some niggas 'cause I won't be fake Every nigga opps, every nigga want some, it's on everybody top