Birds In The Trap
Sing McKnight
Tracklist
the ends (Ft. André 3000)
way back
coordinate (Ft. Blac Youngsta)
through the late night (Ft. Kid Cudi)
beibs in the trap (Ft. NAV)
sdp interlude
sweet sweet
outside (Ft. 21 Savage)
goosebumps (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)
first take (Ft. Bryson Tiller)
pick up the phone (Ft. Young Thug, Travis Scott & Quavo)
lose
guidance
wonderful (Ft. The Weeknd)
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Birds In The Trap Sing McKnight Lyric Page
the ends
Two AM hollerin' outside
Lookin' but I cannot find
Don't you fall asleep this time
I been all alone on a long way drive
Only you can stand my mind
Only you can fix inside
So if I make it out tonight
Let's make it a badass time
Okay, I got it, copy
20/20, but I can't see nobody
One eye open, Illuminati
This might be the verse that make 'em drop me
Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies
Know they want my girl, that was just a hobby
Call her 50, tell 'em load up the lobby
Elevate her up, no need to find me
Yeah yeah
X-ray vision, see through you N*****
Newspaper stand, we press the issue
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles
Right up at your hood up north
Checkin' third ward, I'm goin' mental
Fuckin' out my room, I been rackin' up incidentals
Cookin' on a tune, I been cheffin' up instrumentals
Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the
When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat
Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet
Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these N***** at me
All black in a Benz when I pull up on you
They don't want to see me in the end
In the end
Let me catch you creepin', here past ten, in the ends
From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (hey!)
I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh
I gave up on the Bible long time ago
I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know
I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids
And dumped them in the creek up from where I live
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around
We runnin' through the sprinkler looking around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza
And said he had a label recruitin' people
Put that on my grandma and everythin'
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me, it could've been you too
But what a memory in me, it may need interludes
What's gon' patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too
Oh yeah, the flame with the nappy fro now
In the ends, I'ma kick your door down
Oh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now
(Oh, yeah) keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya Homepage
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way back
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Woah, yeah boy
Don't wet no more
I need fake N***** to get way back
James Harden with the range on me N**** way back
Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back
I can't get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a TEC (rack)
Stashin' all the pills in my desk (rack)
Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house)
I can't get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a TEC (champ)
Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em)
Woah, wait
It's summer time, why they tryna throw shade?
All these wins I can never go state (yeah)
Ufc I'm tapping to my old ways (alright)
I'm addressing shit like I'm on Waze
Showed ya love, ain't show it back in OK
Like the girl that she go both ways
Dropped the Rodeo, I dodged a bull like olé
Hopped in the Bronco, skrrt off like OJ (yeah)
Flew with that sound, N****, got that Coldplay
I be (yeah) makin' mils, made it to a hobby (It's lit!)
Don't bring that to the crib, keep that in the lobby
You never seen the city unless you land at Hobby
I'm so loaded off the pills, so don't ever try me
So if you see me solo dolo, you know what that mean
I need fake N***** to get way back
James Harden with the range on me N**** way back
Homie start switchin' lanes, I thought we went way back
I can't get no rest (we in the house)
I fall asleep with a TEC (rack)
If I take a sip, take the rest
Wearin' every chain on my neck (we in the house)
I can't get no rest (come on)
I ride around with a TEC (champ)
Stashin' all the pills in my desk (champ)
Wearin' every chain on my neck (go crazy on 'em)
(We in the house)
Look boy, boy don't believe what's on your TV
Look boy, don't you sit close to the TV
Look boy, seeing is believing
Look boy, look boy (yeah)
Would it be unlawful (yeah)
To spend a Sunday moon in a brothel
And share pics from the camera?
But they'll be quick to turn that into a scandal
I'm down in the Meadows
Slidin' down the waterfall, creep to the ghetto
Need my Rio de Janeiro
And I'm swimmin' out that bitch
Michael Phelps with the medals
So visit me (yeah)
I just built a castle deep (yeah-yeah)
In them trees (yeah)
That's how I get them Backwoods free (yeah-yeah)
This right here some savagery (yeah-yeah)
Bend it back for me (yeah-yeah)
Way-way back for me (yeah-yeah)
Way-way back for me
Way-way back for me
Way-way back for me Homepage
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coordinate (Ft. Blac Youngsta)
Hey Travis Scott, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey, Trav
You know what the fuck up, N****?
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
N****, N****, one thing for sure
Two things for certain, N****
We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, N****
And wearin' these motherfuckin' Rockstar jeans, N****
They want what a N**** can't stand
I know what they can't stand
I know why they mad, N****
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? But we don't give a fuck, yeah
We gon' keep this big ass MAC-11 on deck
If any fuck N**** get out of line
If any fuck N**** want do somethin'
N****, we can do it, N****, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more, if I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I have to
Make that money back if I have to
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (straight up!)
Coordinate the xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Highway, dip in traffic
2 gears, automatic
Leave the strip club tragic
Two broads going at it (it's lit!)
Me and Jacques going brazy
Me and Chase going brazy (straight up!)
Smashin' off your old lady (yeah!)
Everythin' goin' crazy (yeah!)
Coordinate the tan in the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (it's lit!)
Pour a little more if you really wanna feel it (straight up!)
Foreign little broad and I really wanna hit it
I'ma take her to the back, rah rah rah
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I have to (yeah!)
Make that money back if I had you (it's lit!)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies (straight up!)
Coordinate the Xan with the lean in my Rockstar skinnies (straight up!)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya
Outchea goin' hard for ya
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya
You've been goin' hard for ya
You might fit my ideas
When it's time to pop pills and pop seals (it's lit!)
When I run a fire drill, you're right here
Every time we drop by, we drop chills (straight up!)
Tryna tell ya
Ain't nobody outchea goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah)
Outchea goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah)
You've been workin' out, you're goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah)
You've been goin' hard for ya (yeah, yeah)
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
I'ma need some more, need some more if I really wanna feel it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Spend that money fast if I have to
Make that money back if I had you
Coordinate the tan with the beans in my Rockstar skinnies
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Homepage
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through the late night (Ft. Kid Cudi)
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh, meh
Hmm, hmm, meh, meh
Mmm, meh, meh, meh, meh
Then we sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S'il vous plaît, don't you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
I'm soarin', how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin', how did I get in this place?
Oh it don't matter, got smoke, drink, and I'm runnin' this space
Done contemplatin', I'ma take it in and groove in this case
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and Lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
When we gon' play, gon' play, gon' play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play, then we'll sleep all through the day
And do it again
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S'il vous plaît, don't you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
Day and night, I toss and turn
I keep stressin' my mind, mind
I seek the peace, sometimes I can't restrain
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play
Balance, find your balance
God said it's my talent
Sprinkle a little season on the salad
Relieve my heart of malice, hit my palace
Stroke my cactus, ohh, don't wait
Don't play (Yea, yea)
Play no games like the NBA
Throwin' checks like the NBA
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin' shots like the NRA
Ahh, she jammin' Travis and Kid Cudi
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B
Yeah, shawty, on the scene, pull up on the scene
Sip my tea, lean no Hennessy
Ah, save all, take it right
Ah, take it all, never light
Ah, had a ball, had a night
Ah, after all, sleep good
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S'il vous plaît , don't you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night Homepage
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beibs in the trap (Ft. NAV)
That coca
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes I'm with a white hoe
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real N***** in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there's shit on your nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'ma get more
Yeah I'ma get more
Bitch close the door, there's shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'ma get more
Yeah I'ma get more
I just poured a 8th in a liter
With a white bitch sniffin' on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons?
Bitch, looking for her phone I ain't seen it
Told Frost bring the water, no Fiji
Free Stix I'm poured up and I'm leanin'
I got a couple pussy N***** in their feelings
'Cause their main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go
She fucked on my bros, shes snorting the snow
Now she touchin' her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door we gon' get locked for sure
She said she want more
(Fuck it) I'ma get more
Nightmare, high-life, sleepy, night-night (yeah!)
Flashes spotlight, pull up, nice guy
Help it, peace, peace, peace to– (yeah!)
Bite me, ride me, strike me
Indict me, snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper
I'm lit, lightning, white bitch, she thick
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
Crazy girls got it poppin', AOD got it poppin'
Tryna' text my accountant
Ain't no service in the mountains (Straight up!)
Won't you come to the bottom?
Know you heard a lot about 'em
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring
I watched them take that then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in make it sweeter
Versace my clothes I'm with a white hoe
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real N***** in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there's shit on your nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'ma get more
Yeah I'ma get more
Bitch close the door, there's shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I'ma get more
Yeah I'ma get more Homepage
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sdp interlude
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (yeah)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop
One
Yeah, yeah
So smoke some, drink some, pop one (lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (lit)
Smoke some, drink some, pop one (lit), yeah
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one) yeah
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one) yeah
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
(Smoke some, drink some, pop one)
Mama never let you guys outside
She probably still beat yo' ass
Man, what the- you a virgin? You a virgin, huh?
Your lil' small, your lil' skinny-ass can't even take it
What you doin' with that weed?
Where you get that, huh?
I'ma tell your mama Homepage
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sweet sweet
'Cause you're sweet
Sak pase? (Wah yuah seh?)
Run it up, all this cake
Bag it up, then come right away
'Cause you're sweet, what's your status?
Might hit your address, if I'm on them Addys
Jet right to you, I can't do no traffic (skrrt, skrrt)
I can't do no lacking (skrrt, skrrt)
'Cause you're sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
Yeah, yeah, straight up
'Cause you're sweet (sweet, sweet) like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco (sweet, sweet)
Hangin' out with you is a no go (sweet, sweet, sweet)
'Cause you're sweet
Like my time, like my juice (sweet)
We been downstairs in the basement with the moves (sweet, yeah)
Shout my town, shout my troops
Shout my jeweler, made my chain look like fruit loops (yeah, it's lit!)
Come get a taste, come get a scoop
I done made it out the hood through all the hoops (hula hoops)
I done finally found a way to make the loot
Link up all my N***** and my jewels
Link up, link up, yeah, link up, pour my syrup
Bad bitch, yeah they link up, link up
Go beserk, do some shit you think of (yeah, yeah)
Lean, lean, lean, all this lean, lean, lean
We might lean, lean, lean
Smoke all my shit, stop it, start again (yeah)
'Cause you're sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
'Cause you're sweet
Sak pasé? (Yeah) wah yeah seh? (Yeah, yeah)
Run it up (yeah), all this cake (yeah)
Bag it up (Bag it up), then come right away
When I ask who bigger
Ain't tryna argue with ya
I'm tryna figure (straight up!)
Who you with, who your team?
What your side?
How you, how you, how you ride? (How you ride?)
How you use me to survive? (Straight up!)
Yeah, 'cause we up, lit at five
At the crib goin' live, oh so live (yeah)
Eric keep the strippers, yeah, order V Live
Order wings, told em' hold it
'Cause you're sweet like cocoa (it's lit)
But all you wanna do is the coco (yeah, yeah)
Hangin' out with you is a no go, yeah, yeah, (straight up)
'Cause you're sweet like cocoa
But all you wanna do is the coco
Hangin' out with you is a no go
'Cause you're sweet Homepage
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outside (Ft. 21 Savage)
All my N***** outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah automatic
Yeah always got it on me baby, automatic, yeah
Where I'm at is static, but it ain't got traffic, yeah
Push up on me, them boys make you do a backflip
Balance on the beam, yeah balance on the beam, yeah
Do some shit I've never seen
Won't you come out with the team, yeah
Yeah, you might just win a ring, yeah
While they home on they homescreens
And all my N***** outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside, goin' in
Outside not goin' in
Pull up in a lambo' or just with the Benz
Checkin' out, never checkin' in
We been outside, not goin' in
Hope you had a mattress when you sleepin' on me
Hope you got some backup if you creepin' on me
'Cause just last week I rest in peace'd a homie
Why you do it? Why you switch up?
Was it for the image or for the pictures?
You always seem to show up when I'm at the mixes
Cause you know I'm not myself when I'm off the liquor
Off the lean, it's always better off the lean
All my N***** outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
All my N***** outside
(21, 21, 21, 21)
All my N***** outside, pillow talkin' sneak dissin'
Get a N**** jaw wired
Beat you baby mama throat so long she say her jaw's tired
Young Savage get a N**** whacked 'cause I got mob ties, I'm a wise guy
All my N***** in the field
I'm draped in Avianne, I ain't got a deal
Slaughter Gang and PDE, we killin' shit for real
Ten bad bitches, suckin' dick and eatin' pills
And I keep that Tommy N****, and I ain't talkin' Hil'
And I be on mud, I get mad if it spill
Bitch, I know your baby daddy probably wanna kill
I'm a real N****, fuck N***** can't feel
Plus I get inside that bowl and skrt, skrt, skrt
Hit it from the back pull up and skrt
I just copped that Bentley truck I skrt, skrt, skrt
Bitch, I'm outside on the Percs, Percs, Percs (21, 21, 21)
All my N***** outside
Ain't goin' in
We been hangin' outside
Ain't goin' in
All my N***** outside Homepage
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goosebumps (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)
Yeah
7:30 in the night, yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments, I'm way too numb, yeah
It's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you're not around (straight up)
When you throw that to the side, yeah (it's lit)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
7-1-3 through the 2-8-1, yeah I'm ridin'
Why they on me?
Why they on me? I'm flyin', sippin' low-key
I be sippin' low-key in Onyx, rider, rider
When I'm pullin' up right beside ya
Pop star, lil' Mariah
When I text, kick game, knowledge
Throw a stack on the Bible
Never Snapchat or took molly
She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah
We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah
Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all, yeah
When I'm with my squad I cannot do no wrong, yeah
Saucin' in the city, don't get misinformed, yeah
They gon' pull up on you (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Yeah, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate
Yeah, 'cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay
Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know
Oh, back the fuck up off me (brrt, brrt, brrt)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments, I'm way too numb, yeah
It's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you're not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time
Uh, I wanna press my like, yeah, I wanna press my
I want a green light, I wanna be like
I wanna press my line, yeah
I wanna to take that ride, yeah
I'm gonna press my line
I want a green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my
Mama, dear, spare your feelings
I'm relivin' moments, peelin' more residual
I can buy the building, burn the building, take your bitch
Rebuild the building just to fuck some more
I can justify my love for you
And touch the sky for God to stop debatin' war
Put the pussy on a pedestal (ayy)
Put the pussy on a high horse
That pussy to die for
That pussy to die for
Peter Piper, picked a pepper
So I could pick your brain and put your heart together
We depart the shady parts and party hard, the diamonds yours
The coupe forever
My best shot, just might shoot forever like (brrt)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments, I'm way too numb, yeah
It's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, when you're not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time Homepage
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first take (Ft. Bryson Tiller)
Don't like what I saw
This life without yours
Despite I was lost
Despite you got flaws
Just let our love play its course
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
All the signs I ignored
I play love like a sport
Yeah, first take
You ain't on time, you were late
When you around me, you're safe (lit)
You can't go off of a hearsay
I know that look on your face
You think you winnin' a race
You think all I do is play (yeah)
I didn't put you in your place
Then why you still here in my place?
Yeah, thought so
Yeah, and also
You think too much, we all know
You think too much, we all know
I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals (yeah)
You can't kill the vibe, it's immortal (straight up)
I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford ya
'Cause I know
Don't like what I saw
This life without yours
Despite I was lost
Despite you got flaws
Just let our love play its course
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
All the signs I ignored
I play love like a sport
Yeah!
This love won't grow 'less we find growth
Wipe down your nose girl, won't you come over?
Let's both find hoes
Let's fuck them both
But you think too hard, we all know
You think too hard, we all know
So say nothin', nothin'
'Cause you think too hard, we all know
Yeah, you know I'd rather lead than to follow
You and me, mano y mano, baby
'Cause I know, I know
Don't like what I saw (yeah)
This life without yours (yeah, yeah)
Despite I was lost (ayy)
Despite you got flaws (ayy)
Just let our love play its course (oh)
Let you tell it
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours
(All is yours)
All the signs I ignored (uh, huh)
I play love like a sport
(Like a sport, no, yeah)
Okay, lil mama I still ain't heard from lil mama
We go back to Angliana
When you was studying in college
But I called you and brought you
Out to Santa Monica
Believed in you, I was your sponsor
I got love for you, but I'm not in love
Gave me affection
Girl I was lost, you gave me direction
Went through fuckin' you with no protection
All my blessings, girl you of of all my blessings
You think I don't care about you
Girl you better call my best friend
I got time to waste
Girl I got time to waste
Girl I cancelled everything
Just to get back on the same page
To finish the story
But you would rather ignore me
Your mama called to check on me
But you won't even pick up the phone
Shit, goddamn you feelin' yourself
Out in Hollywood, you got a N**** with some wealth
You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else
Tryna tell you I'm the last real N**** left
You can hit me if you need help
With your love problems, with your money problems
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em
I just might solve 'em
Just call me
Or you could just pick up the phone, baby
I know, I know you're home, baby
Baby, I know, I know Homepage
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pick up the phone (Ft. Young Thug, Travis Scott & Quavo)
Yeah, oh, yeah
Ooh, Thugger, yeah
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yeah
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up (yeah)
Just to fuck her and show her (just to fuck her)
I just went, got my dough up (I just went got my dough up)
Pullin' off and I'm gone (skrrt, skrrt)
Then I go and pour four up (then I go and up a four)
Then I roll up that roll up (roll up, roll up)
Then I'm callin' your hoe up (callin' your hoe up)
(Like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you (yeah)
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you (yeah)
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2 (ooh, yeah)
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin' (brr)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Pour up a four of that Actavis (Act')
Lean like my mothafuckin' granny did (woo)
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz (hey)
I stacked it up, now I'm just better livin' (cash)
Got screws in my mouth, I'm just preppin' it (ha)
I'm fuckin' this cash, I'm not celibate (ha)
I'm packin' it up like a reverend (whoa)
I need all this cash, I got hella kids (woo)
I'ma play dumb and get left in the middle (yeah, yeah)
Back the fuck up, you too little (whoa, whoa)
Hit 'em with three like I'm Miller (yeah, yeah)
I don't talk to no man in the middle (uh-uh)
I don't talk to no man, I'm just kiddin' (I swear)
But I did pay my sister's tuition (woo)
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery (yeah)
Walkin' off with it like Sonny Liston (whoa)
Mama told me I'm her brightest star (yeah)
Mama told me don't hate on the law (ow)
Because everybody got a job (what?)
Because everybody won't be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan' be a part (swear, swear, swear)
She gon' do anything in her power to be with ya' boy (like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up MR2
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you (ayy, ayy)
I like the way you be freezin' (Quavo)
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin' baby, Home Alone (home Alone)
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong (I was wrong)
I hate when we fight (hate)
She in love with the pipe (pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
Percocet and Codeine please don't take my life
She had a dream with Celine
So I bought it twice (Celine)
Young N**** make it right back tonight
Girl you're so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin' on four and I'm shootin' dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I'm lovin' all races (all races)
Hell nah, don't discriminize (no)
Drinkin' on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes (skrrt)
If I ever call your phone, baby
Best believe it's only one time (brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby, ooh (like, brrt)
I know you're home, baby, ooh (it's lit)
I'm in the zone, baby (zoned out, straight up)
I just poured up a four, baby (pour it up, yeah, yeah)
Never will I cheat on you
Never will I commit treason
Blowin' a bag on you
Do all of that for no reason
I'ma pull up and murk too
Hittin' the block and I'm bleedin'
Throwin' that Rollie on you
I like the way you be freezin' (like, brrt)
Pick up the phone, baby (like, brrt)
(Like, brrt)
I'm in the zone, baby
Pick up the phone, baby (like, brrt)
(Like, brrt)
I'm in the zone, baby Homepage
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lose
My Lambo gon' skrr, my crib ain't got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold the weight, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
My Lambo gon' skrr, my crib ain't got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold the weight, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
You know what, we grew on
We go back like futons and coupons
We too bad, we too wild, we too young
Shake some, my N***** gon' shake some
Fall through and break somethin'
Broad day, and take somethin'
Backwards, I've been livin' backwards
On my mattress, orgies on my mattress
Flashes, dreamin', havin' flashes
Dashin', hopin' I don't crash it
My Lambo gon' skrr, my crib ain't got service
I got shit to lose, that shit make me nervous
I got shit to lose, gotta keep my cool
Gotta watch the dupes, can't let them come through
I got shit to lose
Hold the weight, more to gain, more at stake
I got shit to do
Had to move, with the crew, away from you
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And I never liked it, and I never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them
Steady with the crew, steady with the crew
And you never liked it, and you never liked them Homepage
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guidance
And I found out that you're bad for me
I found out that you had someone
Every time I get this drunk
I hope I wake up in another place
I roll up behind it, I wanna try it
Grip on your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin'
You're from the islands, you stay wildin'
I guide, I guide you, like a pilot
Haven't been around this year
I like to see you change your gears
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe
Come through, follow me
Rumble, follow me
Rollin', follow me
Opt to, follow me
Do you like that? Follow me
Nicest, follow me
Backwoods, follow me
Practice, follow me, yeah
Hop up, it's time for a switch
Lightskinned girls like the hair, man, it come with a twist
Badmon, badmon, yeah you know it come with a risk
Ain't a bouncer, but the way you bouncin'
I might just frisk
I roll up behind it, I wanna try it
Grip up your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin'
You need some guidance, you stay wildin'
I'ma guide you like a pilot
Haven't been around this year
I like to see you change your gears
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe
I found out that you're bad for me
I found out that you had someone
Every time I get this drunk
I hope I wake up in another place
(Roll up, roll up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah oh, oh
You silent, you quiet
What happened to the loud talkin'?
All that noise, you done?
Are you finished? Or are you done?
How you been wit your workout business?
Got my subscription
Got my attention
You know my intentions
You know that nobody know our business
God's our witness
Lit like my wrist is
Only like it when you're at your littest
I roll up behind it, I wanna try it
Grip up your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin'
You need some guidance, you stay wildin'
I'ma guide you like a pilot
Haven't been around this year
I like to see you change your gears
To a motion that's more faster, babe
I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch up, babe
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop!
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrah!
I roll up, I roll up Homepage
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wonderful (Ft. The Weeknd)
Yeah, yeah
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, you do that every time
Oh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with ya, yeah
Work that nine to five with ya, yeah
After smoke a pound with ya
Oh my, on a vibe, what a wonderful time
Hundred deep all my N***** outside
Valet park when I pull up in the ride
Hoe, it's late you might have to spend the night, yeah
Oh, I love my city late at night, yeah
Oh, I love my bitches when they bite, yeah
Oh, let's call some up and let's get right, yeah
Ohh (yeah)
We just landed in your city, go time
Driving to the venue, like she's seeing no signs
She got all the passes, she don't ever do lines
Bust it like she's single, she ain't wasting no time
You cannot record, that's for the show now
Leave your phone, you get that later on now
Pour that special drink that's for my throat now
And take a sip
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful time
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, we do that every time
Ooh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with ya, yeah
Work that nine to five with ya, yeah
After smoke a pound with ya
Oh me, oh my
Why they wonderin' who the kid sleeping side?
I been up sleepless late nights
Override yeah, overdrive yeah
(Oh) bag it, bag it up, just bag it up
Yeah, we gon' try this one more again
I been on the edge
Scoping through the lens
These thoughts is on my mind
Got me on the drive
Got me on the ride
To a wonderful time
Oh my, what a wonderful time
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, we do that every time
Ooh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah
Oh my, what a wonderful time
Been a minute since I pulled up outside
Shut it down, yeah, we do that every time
Ooh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah
Work it like a stripper, yeah
But you not a stripper, yeah
Dog her down with ya, yeah
Work that nine to five with ya, yeah
After smoke a pound with ya, oh Homepage
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