J'ai vendu la tonne, tu sais, mais dis-moi comment tu l'sais? Ils font les fous devant les folles, on fait les sommes comme des hommes J'suis rentré tard le soir, j'combats le mal par le mal Leur CA, j'le fais dans l'mois Sept cents chevaux sous le capot, j'suis dans l'bolide allemand J'vais la ramener dans une bête de suite, elle veut qu'j'sois son médicament J'suis parti dès qu'j'l'ai ken, t'es chelou, tu nous fais des scènes J'sais même plus choisir laquelle, rue Marbeuf, avenue Montaigne (Avenue Montaigne) J'ai plus d'vingt balles en habits sur moi et plus d'vingt ans d'amitié sournoise Tu parles de Werenoi mais dis-moi, tu t'es basé sur quoi? Faut du diamant et de l'or, un Beretta près du corps C'est soit la rue ou la mort, donc j'ai vendu la mort J'arrive en RS4 mais c'est plus une location On a sorti les gamos, on fait la rotation Toi, t'as posé la caution, moi, c'est plus une location Ils m'font les ches-ri du coin, mais ils touchent les allocations J'arrive en RS4 mais c'est plus une location On a sorti les gamos, on fait la rotation Toi, t'as posé la caution, moi, c'est plus une location Ils m'font les ches-ri du coin, mais ils touchent les allocations Il faut savoir que dix grammes détaillés vaut pas le prix d'ma chaussure Il faut savoir que le prix d'ma chaussure vaut pas le prix d'ton loyer J'vous aime, je vous regarde pas de haut, j'suis pas arrogant Mais j'suis plus proche du ciel que du sol, un peu comme un hélico' Mais j'suis plus proche de l'enfer que du paradis comme un Zippo Anciens amis devenus ennemis, c'est des hypo' J'vois plus les jours de pluie, on gère la météo Et j'sais qu'ils veulent me ster-pi quand j'arrive en STO J'ai plus d'vingt balles en habits sur moi et plus d'vingt ans d'amitié sournoise Tu parles de Werenoi mais dis-moi, tu t'es basé sur quoi? Faut du diamant et de l'or, un Beretta près du corps C'est soit la rue ou la mort, donc j'ai vendu la mort J'arrive en RS4 mais c'est plus une location On a sorti les gamos, on fait la rotation Toi, t'as posé la caution, moi, c'est plus une location Ils m'font les ches-ri du coin, mais ils touchent les allocations J'arrive en RS4 mais c'est plus une location On a sorti les gamos, on fait la rotation Toi, t'as posé la caution, moi, c'est plus une location Ils m'font les ches-ri du coin, mais ils touchent les allocations J'ai plus d'vingt balles en habits sur moi et plus d'vingt ans d'amitié sournoise Tu parles de Werenoi mais dis-moi, tu t'es basé sur quoi? Faut du diamant et de l'or, un Beretta près du corps C'est soit la rue ou la mort, donc j'ai vendu la mort

In Atlanta with some organic Pussy man I smoke that organic Fendi down I'm smoking organic Die Lit F&N I'm smokin' F&N, I'm smoking organic She bent down, she need some more breath I got smoke all in the air Fuck this up and you get left, yeah AP on my fucking left Stack it up right on the shelf Your bitch look familiar I got drip, I let it walk I got cash, I let it walk I'ma do this by myself On that jet by-by myself I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh yeah I touch down and get my fingers wet My bitch getting G.O.A.T. head (hold up) Riding 'round on moped My bitch off the Percocet Pop that bean and count them dead, uh Yeah she suck me, I can't feel my legs My bih yucky, she don't use no hands (hold up) Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing That why you can't buy them bags In L.A. I smoke that gas In L.A. I link with slatt That bitch wit' you, she gave you back I fucked that bitch then gave her back I nut on her she make me 'lax That gun on me I cannot lack Your bitch right, she got it clapped You can die for yours boy, you get clapped I took that lil' boy right off of the map We killed that boy right here, right in the trap I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed I fucked that bih, she running 'round in laps You touch down in my city, you better tap That bih right here, she know she gotta tap I've seen that bitch run round in Nudy's 'Cat That bitch with me and now she on that pad I'm in southside, and I'm weighing the crack I'm in southside, and I got the gat I'm in southside, and I hang with blatt I'm in southside, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Too much lean, too much ice (hold up) One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint

Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those She a spoiled lil' bitch, I bought her all her clothes You know I treat you good, I don't wanna meet your hoes I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes You changin' mood swings, you got me, I don't know We gettin' back in, walked through the back door You had some surgeries, but it's still fat, though You like the cash, girl, you helped the cash grow You drive a Lambo' with some leg room Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She don't play with bitches, she don't play with hoes Yeah, she with the shits, she might kill a ho, yeah If it's 'bout Yung Carti, yeah, my bitch on go When she on that molly, anything goes She was in Miami on a fuckin' boat With some ball players, she left them niggas broke She just text my phone, told me, "I'm alone" I respond back, "When you comin' home?" She respond back, "I was in my zone" The money counter on, the money counter on Uh, hold up, what you talkin' 'bout? Come here Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Ayy, turn me all the way up (I'm in this motherfucker) Turn that, take the Auto-Tune off I don't need no fuckin' Auto-Tune Fuck the Auto-Tune (Fuck that Auto-Tune shit) Beep (What?) Beep (Yeah) Beep (Talk to 'em, Yung Carti) Beep, beep, beep What? Yeah, yeah And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit," uh Got these niggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit," ooh, uh Suckin' on my dick like she new to this, yeah, ooh Blowin' through the check, yeah, we new to this I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Beep) I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (What?) Got them bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit," ooh, ooh Suckin' on my dick like she new to this, uh, what? Blowin' through the check, yeah, I'm new to this, uh, what? Runnin' shit back like a frisbee, bitch, uh, uh Bring that shit back like a frisbee, bitch, uh I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd rather not talk about it, just live this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd rather not talk about it, just shoot the shit, yeah, ooh Got these niggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" He'd rather go talk about it than do this shit Pull up on your block and we shootin' shit (Ayy Pi'erre) Pull up on your bitch and I'm hittin' it (Oh yeah) Hittin' on your bitch, yeah, I'm killin' it (On your bitch, yeah) I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd rather not talk about it, just do it (Lil' talkin' bitch) Hit a lil' nigga with the Ruger (Watch me shoot a bitch) Hit a lil' nigga with the Ruger (What? What? What?) Lil' nigga, I'm that nigga, yeah (What? What?) I'm fuckin' on your lil' biddie, yeah (What? What?) I wear Raf Simons, never Hilfiger, yeah (At all, what?) South Atlanta, yeah, we comin' up, uh, ooh, ooh Put your middle fingers up, ooh, ooh Pour it in my double cup (Lean, lean) Extendo clip, double up (Beep) I'd rather not talk about it just shoot it up (What? What?) Fuck that lil' nigga, fuck a nigga up (Yeah) Fuck the cash up, fuck the cash up (I fuck the cash up) Fuck the cash up, get the math up (Get the math up) (What? What? What? What?) Oh yeah, yeah, hey (What? What?) Pi'erre, hold up (What?) Oh yeah, yeah, hold up (What?) Pi'erre (What?), cash Oh yeah, yeah (What?) Pi'erre (What?) Oh yeah, yeah (What?) Pi'erre (What? What?) And I'd rather not talk about it, nigga, uh (Beep, what?) And I'd rather not talk about it, just do this shit (Yeah) And I'd rather not talk about it Got these niggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (What?) Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (What? What?) Got these niggas sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit) Got these bitches sayin', "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit) Got these, uh (What? What? Oh yeah, do that shit) And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit Carti do that shit (What? What? What?) Carti do that shit (What?) Let's do this shit Yo, Pi'erre

That be Maaly Raw (Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat) Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (whole lotta, slatt) Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (slatt, slatt) Young nigga got swag, hol' up (got swag) Gotta wave my flag, hol' up (wave my flag) Got a bitch in the back, yeah (bitch in the back) Play with them racks, yeah (cash) Iced-out plaque, yeah (plaque) Heart attack, yeah (heart attack) Clapped his bitch, hol' up (hold up) AP wrist, hol' up (tell 'em) Too much gas, hol' up (tell 'em) Take this pic, yeah (pic) Swag for days, hol' up (days, plays) Plays on plays, hol' up (hold up) Js on Js, hol' up (hold up) Bag full of haze, hol' up (blatt, blatt) In the back with your bitch, hol' up (back with your bitch) In a drop-top Benz, hold up (drop-top Benz) Gotta let shawty in (slatt, slatt) Make shawty top-ten, hol' up I made a bitch count ten, hol' up (what?) I met a bitch through a DM (slatt, slatt) On the block with thе D on (D on, D on) Hellcat look neon (Hellcat) Tryna see what wе on (hold up, yeah) Told that bitch to put the V on (V on) Dripped down, got the flee on I got these hoes on VLONE (VLONE, slatt) Got a girl with the neon (VLONE, Tech) Everything all neon (yeah, yeah) And she rockin' all neon (slatt, slime) And she wearin' all neon (slatt, pic) Run it up like Deion (take this pic) Sippin' Tech, eat key lime (Tech, Tech) And my swag so beyond Put a bag on a peon (slatt, slime) (Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat) Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (whole lotta, slatt) Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (slatt, slatt) Young nigga got swag, hol' up (got swag) Gotta wave my flag, hol' up (wave my flag) Got a bitch in the back, yeah (back) Play with them racks, yeah Iced-out plaque, yeah (plaque) Heart attack, yeah (heart attack) Clapped his bitch, hol' up (hold up) AP wrist, hol' up (hol up) Too much gas, hol' up (too much gas) Take this pic, yeah (take this pic)

Wake up, F1lthy Breathin' (hey, yeah) Breathin' (what? Uh) Breathin' (haha) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (ayy) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (yeah) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Yeah, what?) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Yeah, what?) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (ayy) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (what? What? What?) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (yeah, ayy, yeah) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (what? What? What?) Ha, ha, ha, ha (slatt, ayy) Ha, ha (yeah), ha, ha (ayy) Ha, ha (yeah), ha (oh my), ha (yeah) Ha, ha (what?), ha (what?), ha (what? Damn) Ever since my brother died (what? What? Died, what?) Ever since my brother died (died, what? What?) I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide (what? What? What? What?) I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide (what? What? What? What?) Free Lil Tip (what?), free Migo Bliff (what? Ah) Free all my guys (what?), free Problem Child (what?) I been with Lil Demon and Lil Beno and R5 (Demon) Ridin' in a tank on 285 (five) On the way to Front Street, who say we ain't outside? (Yeah) Smokin' on the Henchmen (what?), got a nigga fried (facts) I'm hangin' with the Pirus (what?), hangin' with the Fives (yeah) I got mob ties, I got fuckin' mob ties (yeah) I got niggas in chain gang on my side (what? What? What? What?) I got niggas in chain gang on my side (what? What? What? What?) I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (what? What? What? What?) I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (what? What? What? What?) I'm on demon time (what? What?), I'm on demon time (what? What?) Bitch, I'm out my body (what? What?), I done lost my mind (what? What?) I'm a young bitch (what? What? Bitch), but I'm in my prime (what? What?) I'm a young bitch (what? What? Bitch), but I'm in my prime (what? What? Yeah) Pussy-ass niggas can't hang 'round me (what? What?) All these pussy-ass niggas liabilities (what?) I'm so shiesty, I ain't got a OG (what?) I keep the blicky, blicky just in case they try me (what? Blicky, blicky, what?) Kill me a opp (what?), kill me a opp (what? Okay) Carry 'em out (yeah, what?), carry 'em out (yeah, what?) This choppa won't stop (choppa, choppa, what?) This choppa won't stop (choppa, choppa, what?) I fuck on your thot (choppa, choppa, what?) I fuck on your thot (no, what?) You fuck with my opps? (Opps, woo) You fuck with my opps? (Yeah, what?) You fuck with my opps? (What? Yeah) You fuck with the cops (what? What?) Brand new 'Ventador, I drove that bitch right to the moon (what?) I just hit a lick with a mask, MF DOOM (yeah, woo, what?) I just rocked the show on some motherfuckin' shrooms (what?) I fucked my biggest fan in the fuckin' green room (uh) I gave that ho a band and told her, "Go and buy some shoes" (ah, what?) I've been winnin' all day, bitch, I can't lose (what?) I got the people goin' crazy, watchin' all my moves (yeah) My bitch said I dress real nice, dress cool (ayy) If Rick don't cut you a check, you better sue What? What? (Yeah) What? What? Ha (Whole Lotta Red, you dig?), ha, what? (Yeah, yeah) Ha (tilt, yeah), ha, what? (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, yeah (what?), yeah (what?), yeah (what? Yeah) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (ayy) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Whole Lotta Red) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Red) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Whole Lotta Red) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (ayy) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (what? What?) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (what?) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (ayy, what? What?)