Days Before Rodeo
Tracklist
Days Before Rodeo: The Prayer
Mamacita (Ft. Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)
Quintana Pt. 2
Drugs You Should Try It
Don’t Play (Ft. The 1975 & Big Sean)
Skyfall (Ft. Young Thug)
Zombies
Sloppy Toppy (Ft. Migos & PeeWee Longway)
Basement Freestyle
Backyard
Grey
BACC
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Days Before Rodeo Lyric Page
Days Before Rodeo: The Prayer
Midnight awakin', hyperventilatin'
Drunk laps runnin' 'round the globe wild goose chasin'
After three number one albums would've thought I'd feel amazin'
Still impatient, still sippin' on liquor
Still rollin' up swishers
Now it's Beamers double parking, fuck payin' the meter
In your club, on your couch, just got paid to be here
On your girl, rubbin' on my favorite features
How could they tease us, only wanted of Ben Franklins and Mona Lisas
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Around 3 AM dog
I was gettin' busy in the bathroom stall
Bad mamacita, Miami heater
Put it in a two seater, too bad I couldn't three-peat her
Need a whole lotta vida 'fore I see the reaper
House full of snow bunnies, puttin' trees up like it's Christmas Easter
With more stamps than a skinny N**** got tats on my Visa
I know the kids in La Flame, they don't trust, they believe it
I mean, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus, I mean, Jesus, Jesus
Man, I might fuck 'round, lose my mind, I gotta break out
I'm on a stake out, on a farm or your lake house
Jesus, Jesus, I mean, Jesus, Jesus
I might fuck 'round, lose my mind
Jesus
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Mamacita (Ft. Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug)
Mamacita, cita, cita (oh, oh oh)
Mamacita, cita, cita (oh, oh oh)
This the last days to the rodeo, last night
Had me down in the back, comatose, don't think
Sun shades and a pill gon' help
Once I'm gone, can't tame myself, myself, myself
Mamacita, cita, cita
You know I really need yah
Need yah, need yah, right now
She get freaky when the, light's down
The shit's crack, no way N***** could pipe down
With the head first, got her straight out of the night gown
Nothin' like the light-skinned mamacitas in H-Town
Got them pornstar big booties
Let me film it, then shoot it
3-D money, no illusion
Pendant if I'm feelin' bougie
Might hit your line bitch
Had to cut my phone off, bitch
Got it vibratin' on me like a beeper
Boy I'm in Colorado
Smokin' California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad
Call her ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey and I ain't kin to Wayne but there my mamacita, hey (Mamacita mamacita wha' what)
Mamacita, mama, mamacita (Mamacita, cita, cita)
That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita
That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita (Mamacita, cita, cita)
That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita
That's my
Mothafuckin' girl, I love her
I'ma give her the world
Aye fuck her, I wanna fuck a mother
I just might give her my little girl
No, no I won't let go
Broke down oh
She love to dance with a fro
Natural, knat, that don't go down
Quan, turn on the stove
Whip it 'til I have a stroke
I do not fuck with America
I get it straight off the boat
Oh damn
The kush it'll never makeme choke
Slow down
I'm speedin' and I got a trunk full of wham
Now, 25 thousand on an old school pound
Assess me, the bitches wanna molest me
Damn don't sex me, she a lesbi'
She want chicken like sesame
And she tryin' to address me, test me
Give her hotel keys like Cassidy, ya dig
Had to cut my phone off, bitch
Got it vibratin' on me like a beeper
Boy I'm in Colorado
Smokin' California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad
Call her ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey and I ain't kin to Wayne but there my mamacita, hey (Mamacita mamacita wha' what)
Mamacita, mama, mamacita (Mamacita, cita, cita)
That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita
That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita (Mamacita, cita, cita)
That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita
That's my
Bad little college ho
That I got on the east skirts of Decatur
Best believe that she cover Rich Homie Quan like a blazer
I smoke a lot of weed, keep my music turned up for my neighbors
I fuck a N**** bitch then turn her like a table
I'm still praying to senior so you know I'm gettin' greater (I swear to God)
Still wearin' long soccer shorts like Fabio
He was hatin' at first, now he tryna make the payroll
Got a stupid bitch who do whatever I say so
Money on my head like a Jesus piece
Blunt, now I'm higher than Khalifa be
Bad bitch lookin' like a Philippine
Ohh, you're killin' me, ooh
Remember me, you
Finna be
Deceased if you keep callin' me
Therefore I had to cut my phone off bi'
Got it vibratin' on me like a beeper
Boy I'm in Colorado
Smokin' California reefer
Hey, the bitch so bad
Call her ticket 'cause I really wanna meet her (Really wanna meet her, wanna meet her)
Hey and I ain't kin to Wayne but there my mamacita, hey (Mamacita mamacita wha' what)
Mamacita, mama, mama my mamacita (Mamacita, cita, cita)
That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita
That's my mama, mamacita, that's my mama, mamacita (Mamacita, cita, cita)
That's my that's my mama, mamacita, that's my that's my mama, mamacita
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Quintana Pt. 2
I'm finessin', finessin' (straight up)
I came up a hunnid bands a week, straight up finessin'
La Flame
Walked in this bitch, I just got through finessin' designer (straight up)
Oh my God it's no rental, gold plated, no need to remind you
Robbed my plug, that N**** wasn't getting me high (that dope)
Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no (skrt)
Stack on black as True Religion (straight up)
This that shit that keep you geekin' (that dope)
I done fucked me 'round 5 bad bitches this morning (La Flame)
And I ain't goin' back unless they horny (oh no)
Oh no no, oh no no no no no no no (skrt)
Finessin', finessin' (Straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin' (Bando)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up finessin' (straight up, straight up)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up finessin'
Been on that weed, with my team
Rolling with my team, yeah they all finessin'
Man, here it go
Fishcale, A1 perico
Fill PJ's up with kilos
Then sell it like it's legal, yeah
Everybody he know
Could've got hit with the RICO
Caught a couple of charges, they were weak though
Feds had to let him go in a week or so
Still, still need the key to blow
Whole heap of dough, ran the streets for so long
Man, the team was so on
Damn it seem like so long ago
We had 'em in Mexico
He tryna' make it back, three bricks more
The people always run up on us in Texas though
Only by the grace of God they ain't catch us though
Some lil' young N**** with some big dreams
Almost on the verge of doing some big things
Tryna' get a bird since he was sixteen
And now he playin' around with fifteen or more, ayy
You know a N**** love nice things (nice things)
And the price in the hood is too frightening
Them N***** ain't gon' do the right thing
It's time for me to do my thing (hey)
Finessin', finessin' (straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin' (bando)
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up finessin' (straight up, straight up)
Finessin', finessin' (straight up)
I can't go one day without finessin' (La Flame)
Finessin', finessin'
I came up a hundred bands a week straight up finessin' (straight up)
How high?
Tell me why she wanna leave me?
She used me to get high
Oh, she used me to get higher, higher, higher
So tell me why she wanna leave me?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
As the days go on
In the southern region of our national anthem
The quest for La Flame
This journey
It's the last days
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Drugs You Should Try It
I try it if it feels right
This feels nice
I've been down and lost for days
Glad I found you on the way
When the day gets better, the night gets nighter
I always feel this way
Through the hills
I hear you callin', miles and miles away
We up all night, from dawn to dusk it's always poppin'
I fell in love, fell outta love, we both had options
I played the drums, she rolled the drugs
I rocked the club, we both throw up
We was the band you never heard before
You got that tat above your crack
And on your cat, you be right back
Your momma never know
We were rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' stones
When I'm all alone I wish you had a clone
I take that puff, you take that puff
You know we never care to overdose
I try it if it feels right (ohh)
This feels nice
I've been down and lost for days
Glad I found you on the way
When the day gets better, the night gets nighter
I always feel this way
Through the hills
I hear you callin', miles and miles away
Shit, I try it if it feels nice
Shit, this kinda feels nice
Mm-mhm, mhm, ay
Miles and miles away
When you're home alone in the mood
I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance
I know you gettin' ready to
Take the night away
When you're home alone in the mood
I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance
I know you're gettin' ready to
Chase the night away (ooh)
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Don’t Play (Ft. The 1975 & Big Sean)
Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown
Has he got enough money to spend?
Leave? No. He's to and from, he doesn't like it when the girls go
Has he got enough money to spend?
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
Know I need my dollars
Know a N**** need my commas
She was down when I dropped out of college
Down, she was down when I rode Impalas
Played with her pussy in the jeep
Yeah, she was down with the foreplay drivin'
Jumped in the car when she hit my digits
Don't want nothin', just to pull up at the projects
Easy to me my N****
Build it with a seam, youngin always seen with a killer
Hand stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen, what you mean Margiela?
She even got the 'scripts for the cough
In the H gotta hit Johnny for the frost, swirved off
It ain't been a minute seen they seen a weird N****
From the corner put it on for the south
On my momma, know a N**** be coasting
Go N**** grab my bottles, go N**** grab my Chronic
Keep ya head up in the air my N****
N***** know gon be billionaires my N****
Fuck how much time that shit might take
N***** ain't playin' with em!
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
Bitch don't you play me, don't you try me
I need the exact amount
Look at my face ho, eye to eye me
I'm a boss Make sure you and your homies dress up, tie attire
When you see me ho, or I'll take that white tee and tie-dye dye it
I mean, god damn N****!
You forgot where I came from? I'm from where you ain't from
Where you can't come, where it ain't none
Where these bitches is bitches and they ain't nuns
Where they hate from
But as soon as you blow they act like they been down since day one
Where there's fucking tank guns
N****'s never join the Army, like it ain't one
If I ain't got it then I'm huntin', I'm either countin' or I'm cummin'
Swear I just done bought that mansion, treat that shit like it's a dungeon
Up at 5AM still workin', but I treat it like it's 1
I'm never actin' like I got it
Bitch I'm actin' like I want it on these N*****!
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these N*****
I ain't playing with these N*****
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Skyfall (Ft. Young Thug)
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ooh, ah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunkin', look at all of these hunnids
Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy
Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs I keep callin'
They keep pickin' up for me, they love me
I don't wanna buy, oh no
It won't get me high, oh no
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hunnids
Hit up the hood pharmacist, he serve all the muddy
Might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep on callin'
Yeah, that's that loud shit, yeah
I been out on my latest trip
I've been drunk in my latest whip (yeah)
So I might crash and I asked for it (for real)
Hit the club for the cougars
I never got down with the morals of Martin Luther
I'm just tryna ball, why these N***** want me neutered?
Got her down to her drawers, tryna get a little nuder
They just wanna hang like my N**** Mr. Cooper
I'm so 'head of my time, could I show up any sooner?
They said I fucked the roommates so you know that just a rumor
Have you ever got stoned with your motherfuckin' jeweler? (Jeweler)
Scott La Flame, no Rick the Ruler (Ruler)
Yeah
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hunnids
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs keep- I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hunnids
Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy
I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
Where's the love if you love me?
And the sky keep on callin', the drugs I keep callin'
They keep pickin' up for me, they love me
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hunnids
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
The drugs keep on callin'
The sky keep on fallin', the drugs keep on callin'
The sky keep on fallin', woo
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
The sky keep on fallin'
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
The sky keep on fallin', ooh
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
Look me inside of my eyes
All of this pain, but I'm tryna disguise
I'm it, like a game that get played by a kid
Pussy boy, I'm on your head like a wig
Diamonds water like I bought 'em from a squid
A1's what she get when she want dick
Black diamonds like I'm Akon kid
Whippin' I can turn a two to a six
Real talk, on Blood you dead
And I still want that head like a lid
Hit the school, make it rain on a principal
I will leave a N**** smokin' like an Optimo
All my bitches they on gringo
They riding with heat, ready to sting bro
I got three hunnid bitches like I'm Sosa ho
My jewelry shinin' like some Mop & Glo
Inside her pants is a camel toe
I swear I fell in love with all those
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hunnids
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs kee- I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hunnids
Might jump with no bungee, get lost in the muddy
I might shoot at your buddy who shot at my buddy
Where's the love if you love me?
And the sky keep on callin', the drugs I keep callin'
They keep pickin' up for me, they love me
I don't wanna buy no more
Your shit ain't gettin' me high no more
I'm trapped in my conscious
My trap is still bunky, look at all of these hunnids
Might jump with no bungee, I'm gone off that muddy
The drugs keep on callin', the sky keep on fallin'
Metro Boomin want some more, N****
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Zombies
And the kids sing
Oh
Yeah, I like that, I like that
Yeah, kids sing
We will understand if they don't (louder)
We don't want they bullshit no more (yeah, louder)
We will understand if they don't (yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (yeah)
Alright, alright
You take too many martinis
she slip straight out bikini (straight up)
She let me grand slam outside the Denny's (straight up)
How we gone get Oscar proud if they pay us pennies? (La Flame)
I'ma need my dollars now, stack it 'til they envy
You feel me? (Skrr!)
The kids they need that
I get that feedback, sit back, relax (that dope)
I'm on that relapse
Yo' ass gone die if you blow my high
I been over Coastin' just was beatin' in my Lotus (straight up)
All that loud talk like your dope we never notice (La Flame)
You ain't feelin' it, N****, 'cause you sober (straight up)
I'm ballin' in the game with players, you behind the coaches
Come take a trip on my lair by the Third Coast
Come floatin'
La di, da, di, da, di, all the kids shout at the party (and the kids sing)
We will understand if they don't (yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (yeah I like that, I like that, yeah, kids sing)
We will understand if they don't (yeah, louder. yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (yeah, louder, yeah)
You know, when I was fourteen
I wanted to do a lot of kick ass shit
Yeah, uh
Pornographic, so dramatic, cinematic
Diamond flashes, so Jurassic, dress so classic
Roll that cabbage, get put in casket, you dope fanatic
You the baddest, I'm sarcastic, we both laughin'
I'm the baddest, I'm out in traffic, four engine backin'
Stuffed in Suburban, twelve bitches straight out the beauty pageant
You know Reebok keep La feet hot, they be shipping package
Gl 600 or the Palace, that collab with Classics
Tell me what you need, I got everything green
Money, money, money trees, I buy everything
That bitch need no wedding ring, she need a bean
Uh, that boy walked in mall, that boy he need a beam
I done fucked her twice you bought her Fendi things
I done sipped the Act' now I'ma leany fiend
I can do this by myself, don't need no team
No, I got all these kids and all these kids gon' sing
We will understand if they don't (yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (yeah, uh)
We will understand if they don't (yeah, yeah)
We don't want they bullshit no more (yeah)
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Sloppy Toppy (Ft. Migos & PeeWee Longway)
Darling, when the moon is bright
I want you to be holding me tight
Migo!
She see me pull up in that 'Rari
I'm thinkin' 'bout choppin' the toppy (chop the top, skrt)
Got bitches on bitches, they run 'round the lobby
They know that I got it (ooh, go)
I got too much money signs, sorry can't fit in my wallet (woah)
Sloppy toppy, you can't touch my wallet (sloppy top)
Sloppy toppy, know the bitches got it (woo, oh)
Know that she got it (know that she got it), know that she got it (what she got, huh?)
Sloppy toppy (ooh, ooh, ah), sloppy toppy, huh (nasty)
Know that she got it (know, oh), know that she got it (I know)
Sloppy toppy, bet the bitch has got it (huh)
Sloppy toppy, bet that bitch has got
(Brrt, hello?)
Migos they know that I got it (oh, straight up)
Know that my wristwatch is sloppy
Now they want a double dutch in my pockets (straight up)
Tell me one thing, is you 'bout it? (is you 'bout it?)
Girl, is you 'bout it? (is you 'bout it)
Gotta know before we let you tiptoe and run through the lobby (fuck is you sayin'?)
But the little bitty told me sloppy toppy was a hobby (damn, damn, straight up)
So she gave me sloppy toppy like the sloppy toppy goddess (like the sloppy toppy goddess)
Over the garden, over the garden, oh what a goddess
On my province, we don't do massages (straight up), just ménages
She like to talk shit when we fuck, after she claims she forgot it (straight up)
She don't tap out, no tap out, she rather just black out
Then we take trips to her trap house
We been pullin' them stacks out
Call over your friends, bend over, they poppin' for bands
Can't stop if I can, no I do not do beer cans, fuck is this a frat house?
I know that she got it, Quavo know that she got it
Know that she got it
I know that she got it, I know that she got it (Quavo!)
I pull up and pick her up (get her bruh, go)
I know that she bad (bad)
And I know that the head is so good when she got around (oh)
I know that we call her the sloppy toppy (sloppy top, woo)
My pockets so sloppy (sloppy top, woo)
I pull out the Whopper (rra), the chopper
Just know that's who shot ya (uh, who)
Me (woo, uh), pull up in that 'Rari I don't have a key (who got the key, huh?)
She hop in the whip, disappear like a genie (go)
She got the sloppy toppy (ugh), bitches want my broccoli
She after my money, Monopoly (huh?)
Them twitter bitches wanna follow me
I make 'em swallow me then kick 'em off of my property
Paparazzi keep on stalkin' me (flash)
Feel like the Federali's keep on watchin' me (12)
Worth a hunnid mill', N***** can't talk to me (hunnid mill')
Get sloppy toppy, but you givin' currency (egh)
I make your bitch work for me, she at the Doubletree (bitch)
Chopping strong, OG gas bags of that Hercules (bag)
I'm whipping the top off the Audi, do surgery (ayy, ayy)
Red on the bottom, my shoes it's a murder scene
I don't want your bitch she a nat nat (nat)
Pull up in the Audi, it's a hatchback (hatchback)
Kickin', pimpin' and I'm luxury livin'
Makin' it disappear, I'm a magician (yeah)
Oh, know that the bad bitch got it (know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (know)
Know that the bad bitch got it (know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (oh)
Sloppy in the wrist and all my pockets (bands)
Come here lil' bitch, I want sloppy toppy (bitch)
Butt naked, fuckin' in Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Her pussy wet, I call it Fiji water (Fiji)
I know she got it, I'ma beat it for her (beat it for her)
Then I dismiss the bitch and ignore her (get the fuck out)
They know I got it, I'm at the top list of Forbes (top list of Forbes)
Blue Benjamins on me, no dubs (blue Benjis)
Duffel bag filled up like I'm Money Mayweather
Boogers in my Rollie, Pikachu yellow (brr, ugh)
Pick a shoe, Balenci, Maison Margiela
Pick a big bezel, which bezel is better? (which bezel is better?)
My jeweler know I got big cheddar (bag)
Double Lambo', double parking wherever (ooh)
Double R ghost jump out with an umbrella (skrt)
Come with me, we take off like space shuttles
Longway, Longway (bitch)
Oh, know that the bad bitch got it (know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (know)
Know that the bad bitch got it (know that she got it)
Know that she got it (Offset), I know that she got it, I know that she got it (oh)
Sloppy toppy in the Maserati (sloppy top)
She gon' get on top me, ride me like a Harley (vroom)
I don't fuck with the molly, look at her body (body)
She a hottie like a bag of Takis (hottie)
Beat the pussy like I'm Pacquiao (beat it up!)
Squeeze the nipples like you milk a cow (wah)
Pull up in the car that she can't pronounce (skrt)
Dick in her mouth, you'd think she got a root canal (ah)
30 thousand for her Birkin (30k)
Fat booty, shawty perfect (perfect)
She gag on the dick and she burpin' (ah)
She swallow my kids like a Slurpee (woah)
Good brains, she nerdy (ooh)
I'm wonderin' what is her purpose (what is it?)
When I get around her I get nervous (huh)
Little momma, she clean, like detergent (clean!)
Oh, know that the bad bitch got it (know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it (know)
Know that the bad bitch got it (know that she got it)
Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it
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Basement Freestyle
Yo, uh
Got my N**** Easy in this motherfucker
Deadstock sixes and shit
Got my N**** Metro in this motherfucker, yeah, ooh
Uh, by the bar, buy the bar
Bitches on my table everywhere (where)
On the floor, condoms on my dresser (straight up)
On my business, never plannin'
Never sober (La Flame) thinkin' blew me up
Body shots took on your bitches titties
Slow it down, pick it up, fuck a third
Speed the fourth gear grindin' up
On everything, it's my year (straight up)
I got it now, everything I ever asked for
We gettin' it, far from mama's Jeep
She never tinted it
She frozed up, I unfrozed her
Now come a little closer (straight up)
Get your ass up off that wall
And go roll up that doja (that dough)
Tell your boyfriend bust that key
Go 'head and fill ya nose up (La Flame)
'Til it's over, we ain't lookin' for the hoes where the trophies
Grab a glass go ahead get throwed up (straight up)
She feelin' it, don't spill the shit
Ahh, she crazy, she goin', she goin'
Gone!
Ayy, all this money on the table, ooh
We don't want relations
We don't want no conversations
Fuck around and change the weather (straight up)
Damn, I'm with my main bitch (main bih)
Ayy, and I don't love her no mo' (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
Drinkin', fuck our limitations
I done made it out the basement
Fuck around and change the weather (straight up)
Ayy
I'm off a bean, I'm off a bean
See this lean, it's in my dreams (that dope)
Off this dope, don't wanna smoke (oh no)
Off this roll, I might just roll (straight up, straight up)
Let's get throwed
Out in Houston they know my name (oh)
In MO city they know the gang (oh)
Young La Flame ain't nothin' changed
But the chains and diamond rings
Diamond rings, I lost my brains
Me and Ye Ye, out in broad day
I'm on the Third coast
Eatin' perlo with Merlot (straight up)
I got my shirt off
Kickin' dirt off, out in Bergdorf (La Flame)
She like what you doin'? (doin')
It took a path just to get me here
Don't give a damn if that's ruined (ruined)
Later on got a "ring, ring, ring"
She at my doorbell "ding, ding, ding, ding"
Let the bitch in, the bitch seen
Bang out, bang out
On the couch, on the floor, in her mouth
Camera's out (camera's out)
Once my dick's in, no pulling out (no pulling out)
That's my baby (straight up)
Bitch been doing coke since the 80's (that dope)
I'm a 90's baby (La Flame)
Young La Flame, you know he crazy
Ayy (straight up, straight up)
All this money on the table, ooh
We don't want relations
We don't want no conversations
Fuck around and change the weather
Damn, I'm with my main bitch
Ayy, and I don't love her no mo'
Drinkin', fuck our limitations
I done made it out the basement
Fuck around and change the weather
Ayy
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Backyard
Aight, play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth, grab what you need
Blow that dope, don't get too high
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come, take this ride
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Over one lost trip to the sky
Let me tell the tale 'cause you told the tale
When you said I could make it this high
Who knew?
Goddammit, who knew?
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
You ready to ride, that's true
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
How Scotty entired that juice, had my back against that wall
Every summer felt so cold, my daddy ain't comin' home 'til Fall
That's why my pimp game so moist, had that du-rag and all
Had a 20-year-old bitch in high school
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
On the south side of that H-O-U...
Hol' up, let's take it back to that room, no car but still had drive
Just a hundred N***** standin' outside
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
I'ma ride for all of my N*****, they forever here by my side
It was just eight N***** in a two bedroom, no leg room, that was last June, yeah, yeah, for real
Yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, N****
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
We them N***** everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real, yeah, for real
Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high
Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Back-backyard, we gettin' high, backyard, we chillin'
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin', homie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we gettin' high, back-backyard, we chillin'
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin', back-backyard, we gettin' high
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
Now, my show's packed out like churches
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it
That's for certain, I deserve it
Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby
Mama worked for AT&T, and we still ain't get that service
She stayed in-out the hospital, you know that made me nervous
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens
And bitch, you can keep them herpes, go alert me
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey
You heard me, you heard me, now, swervin', hittin' curbs
And my N****, my N**** came home so it just got real
Yeah, yeah, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, N****
Let it be known, yeah, it's that real, yeah, yeah, for real, for real
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
We them N***** everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real, yeah, for real
Backyard, we chillin', backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
Homie brought out the liquor, backyard, we gettin' high
Back-backyard, we chillin', back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
Back-backyard, we gettin' high, backyard, we chillin'
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin', homie brought out the liquor
Backyard, we gettin' high, back-backyard, we chillin'
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin', back-backyard, we gettin' high
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Grey
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell's too loud
Riding in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight's my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh
Around this time, was starving, no Ramadan
Yeah, mighta robbed you blind
You, you, you, your dad and moms
Yeah, keep that in mind
Fear two things: being broke and dying
Yeah, jump your ass inside, LSD come take this ride
No A-C-I-D, how you get your ass inside
Yeah, take one peek at me, you might get lost in my mind
Yeah, fuck that college shit, that scholarship, let's hypnotize
Yeah, ooh
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell's too loud
Riding in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight's my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey (no matter what time)
No matter what time, the skies are grey
Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh
Grey! Yeah-yeah
Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh (uhuh)
Grey! The sky is grey
Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
Grey! The sky is grey (uhuh)
Woah-ooh-oh
Grey! Yeah, yeah
Grey! Woah-ooh-oh
Grey! Yeah, yeah (uhuh)
The sky is grey, yuh
Yeah, the sky is grey, mmm-oh
Grey!
Might be the last time I trip
I know I said this shit last time
But damn, I never had a trip like this
Who knew a threeway on freeway can trip
With three hoes to a six-way?
Ain't gotta finesse out the midway
So Bird can wrap birds in that Ben-Gay
No more, goddamn
And pops never gave me shit
But pops ain't raised no bitch
I swung, I missed, he swung, he hit, then I hit that ditch
Raised in a town where it looked so good outside
Like it ain't that serious
My N**** got dumb years doing dumb shit
Locked up in the car, had to pull a gun quick
Killa tatted on his face, leaked to his conscious
Now he stuck in a cell, know he feeling nauseous
The N**** so good, he was so cold
Another lost kid, Mo City soul
The sky is grey, ooh-oh
Mmm-mm-mm, yeah
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BACC
Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollars
Metro Boomin want some more N****
Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (straight up)
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (that dope)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (straight up)
Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (La Flame)
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (straight up)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her
Blackout N****, deeper than a frat house N****
Doper than the crack house N**** (dtraight up)
20/20 Lambo, new edition
Gotta hit two gears just to back out, N**** (La Flame)
Been a hell of a night, but hell of a dykes cost a hell of a price (straight up)
With a devil in a new dress on the 35th floor, N****
Goddamn, that's a hell of a sight (oh no)
Damn right that is, damn right she drowned my kids
Damn right, don't doubt, damn right
Damn right I hit it, anything I said, I did it
Damn right, only roll that gas don't pass that mid
Treat a pint like a handle (straight up)
When I'm with your girl, I hit your girl in the bando (La Flame)
Know I go commando
Know I need my cheese, know my cheese, know the nachos (skrr)
Fall back, back, back, when you see me
You could fall back when you see me tweakin' (straight up)
Throw that ass back, back, back, back, know a N**** might throw that ticket (La Flame)
Feds hit my block, it got hot (woo)
But I'm back up in this bitch and I can't stop (straight up)
Back hitting licks (woo), back on that dirty
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (that dope)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (straight up)
Back hitting licks, back on that dirty (oh no)
Cuzzo back on the block, he back servin' birdies (La Flame)
Plug hit my switch, damn he woke me up early (oh no)
If that bitch smell like Swiss, oh, no, no, no, don't serve her (straight up)
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