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[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 1: Future]
Got guns, we gettin it, got shoes, we gettin it
Got racks we ain’t even spent
I got 4 jets waiting for me to get it
I got Gucci, Raf and shit
Young rich nigga really don’t care, Mexico, my nigga don’t even play fare
Bitches livin in the world I got, swag on space a lot
Gang through my bloodline, yeah
Hit up Bari, take it out there
Put it in a body, take it to the trap
Got them bags, split it
Three bitches there, you know they there
Dropped 40K on a whip, don’t even care
She wanna fuck in the limo on the low lo
My plug got that good dope
That good smoke, check my mojo
Me and Casino high off that Pludo
I’m in space, never on Earth
Got them diamonds hanging on my shirt
All them pretty bitches wanna flirt
All these hoes goin twerk

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 2: Stuey Rock]
He’s Future, I’m Stuey Rock
Got them hoes whippin up the pot
Posted in the club till they call the cops
Lil nigga I call the shots
Do whatever that get me payed
I do shots when I’m in the shade
So many whips in my new place
Which one should I drive today
And that bitch be tossin bricks, got too many bitches, how I do this
Flexin hard, you sware you rich
Now I run it back, that’s my bitch
Now we big, we poppin off
All of ya’ll keep falling off
You niggas be so fake, them niggas be stylin for show
In the club, get all the brauds
Go home, get all the brauds
I’m FDU, that mean I’m fresher than you
So nigga, what you goin do
Fuck with Future, fuck with Rock, choose

[Chorus: Future]
I done it first, before you were even in
I saw trends fore they were even in
I’m ridin in something forin
Got cars that ain’t even in
Plug give me 10
Drink Rosay, ain’t even out yet

[Verse 1]
It’s been seven minutes now since I’ve lost my way
It doesn’t seem that long but my whole world has changed
It’s in all the little things, when you smile, now it stings
It’s been seven minutes since I’ve lost the girl of my dreams
It’s been half an hour now since I dropped you home
And I’m driving past the places we both know
Past the bar where we first kissed
And that movie that we missed
‘Cause we were hanging out in the parking lot
Now I sink a little deeper, think a little clearer
Looking at myself through these newfound eyes

[Pre-Chorus]
Is it too late to turn around?
I’m already halfway out of town
Now I know how I let you down
Oh, I finally figured it out

[Chorus]
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you

[Verse 2]
Radio’s playing songs for me and you
“Chasing Cars” reminds me of nights in your room
Drinking wine under your window, back when love was so damn simple
How the hell did I end up losing you? Mmm

[Pre-Chorus]
Is it too late to turn around?
I’m already halfway out of town
Now I know how I let you down
Oh, I finally figured it out

[Chorus]
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you

[Bridge]
If I came back now would you still be there?
If I come around would you even care?
If I came back now would you still be there?
If I come around would you even care?

[Pre-Chorus]
Is it too late to turn around?
I’m already halfway out of town
Now I know how I let you down
Oh, I finally figured it out

[Chorus]
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you
I forgot to love you, love you, love you

[Intro: Yung Pinch]
Beach boy in this ho
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’ (This how we living, no actin’)
I got her wet in her dreams (I got her wet in her dreams)
I think she ready for action
Think she ready for

[Chorus: Yung Pinch]
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’
Got her wet in her dreams
I think she ready for action
Ain’t no lock on the door
She drop the top to the floor
There ain’t no stopping us now
If somebody knock let me know
I’m taking you down
Slaying you now
She say she want me
She love to taunt me, yeah

[Verse 1: Yung Pinch]
Nightmares of you and I still haunt me
Long nights and a lotta spilled coffee (I don’t miss it)
Yeah, I’m kissin’ all those good days bye bye
Forget my name, forget the code to my wifi
Woah, [?] to the dance with a bag in my pants
Yeah, you had your last chance, yeah
Yeah
Now you sad ’cause I’m gone
Mad ’cause I’m on
And I’m glad to be fearless, of course it had to be me
It’s scientifically proven, you took a toll on me (Took a toll on me)
I can’t believe my homies fuckin’ told on me (Fuckin’ told on me)
Oh yeah, I did it, you knew it
Go ‘head and cry about that (Go ‘head and cry about that)
I admit it, I’m stupid
And I won’t lie about that
But after all this
I’m okay, though
No way to stop me when you’re this far gone
Catch a plane and find me, I’m the next flight on

[Chorus: Yung Pinch]
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’
Got her wet in her dreams
I think she ready for action
Ain’t no lock on the door
She drop the top to the floor
There ain’t no stopping us now
If somebody knock let me know
I’m taking you down
Slaying you now
She say she want me
She love to taunt me, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
I never post what I do
I really live what I’m rapping
She gon’ tell me to wait
For me it’s lights, camera, action
I hop right off the plane
I stash my racks in the mattress
I came in through the back and I still leave with my backend
Shawty turned this dream to a nightmare
You see me bossed up and you think it’s not fair
I don’t wanna hear your side ’cause I don’t care
You jealous ’cause I went and felt the tension in the air
All the times I lost I could never get back
I will never tell lies, I shall only speak facts
Man, you said that you would ride but you left me on the flat
I stayed by your side even when I’m ‘cross the map
Don’t put blame on me
A lotta people hatin’ on me
But you know I’m strong
I’m built for this shit
Step on the scene fly
It’s Skies and Yung Pinch, you lil’ bitch

[Chorus: Yung Pinch]
Watch as I step on the scene
This how we living, no actin’
Got her wet in her dreams
I think she ready for action
Ain’t no lock on the door
She drop the top to the floor
There ain’t no stopping us now
If somebody knock let me know
I’m taking you down
Slaying you now
She say she want me
She love to taunt me, yeah

[Intro]
I’m lovin’ it
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I’ma tell you some shit
Yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done fucked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin’ it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)

[Verse]
I wrapped in saran (I wrapped in saran)
I fucked it, I’m payin’ (Fucked it, I’m payin’)
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a 4-4
Strapped up, goin’ loco (Cuckoo)
Makin’ over the Richard Mille
Gettin’ fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon’ mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, don’t tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done fucked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)

[Outro]
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)

[Intro]
Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah

[Verse 1]
Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin’ this shit for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin’ this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her?
How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out
I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out
I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it
Here done came Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that shit just like a party
I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

[Verse 2]
Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let’s go, let’s go)

[Pre-Chorus]
I was lettin’ the shit I can’t control destroy me
Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate

[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so fuckin’ hurt)
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
​iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary

[Intro]
Hey, hey
You know the mountains and the sun forever rise and go
How high the diamonds shinin’ on him
I don’t wanna go
Yeah the VVS’, oh
Thumb through the racks
Thumbin’ through the racks and a nigga gotta get right back
Gotta get right, gotta get right, right, right back
Gotta get right

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (Dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud)
Aroma is inside the air (Inside the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (Lookin’ at us)
My demon told me it was unfair (No, no)

[Verse 1]
Gotta get racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Gotta go cop that Porsche (Cop that Porsche)
Got that bitch shakin’ ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t tryna die no time soon, they say life too short
That’s only if you lose faith, we gotta get it today (Yeah)
Pop you a Molly or somethin’ else, Hennessy, get you some money and get it (Get it)
She wanna fuck on me, she suck a lil’ somethin’
She swallowin’ all of my niggas (For nothin’)
Ain’t droppin’ no dime
I swear to God, bitch I’ll do the time for all of my niggas (My Slimes)
Okay way down, paint it, okay, hair trigger

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud, lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (You can smell it)
When they was lookin’ at us (Why you lookin’ at us?)
My demon told me it was unfair (Unfair)

[Verse 2]
Oh, baby, what you mean? Gotta get to this green
I don’t wanna do no more of that codeine
I’ll ho-o-old the Glock, I gotta get a bean
Oh, what you want is sex, she say she want Rolaids
Got a hundred round drum on that TEC
Don’t play with us, this shit get disrespectful
Beat the bitch one time, if I did it, then I bet I left her (I see you)
She wanna get it, she wanna fuck, I wanna go (I wanna go)
To a place that me and the lil’ bitch ain’t never been before (‘Fore)
Uh, I gotta get lil’ ho from Idaho, and
I don’t know what the fuck she got goin’ on, this shit so potent (So potent)
I’m rollin’, rollin’, I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, locomotion (‘Motion)
I got a 40, I’ll hold this bitch and shoot it at you people (You people)

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (In the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair

[Outro]
You gon’ get fucked from the dick by the back and go get you them Rolaids (Rolaids)
She want the Rolaids (Roll)
She want a Rolex (Go)
She on the wave, yeah
Young Nigga World, young nigga wavy
World, young nigga wavy

[Intro]
I’ma run this one all way down
Non-stop, you know what I’m sayin’?
See how I’m comin’?
(I just told Richie we rich)

[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (D boy)

[Verse 1]
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast car (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt in a fast toy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, cook the yay’ up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt, got my weight up (Yee)
Gold-wrapped ten stack, got a nigga geeked (Skrrt)
I go shoppin’ in Europe, nigga, I ain’t cheap (Skrrt)
Lost count, put up all the profit ten weeks (Skrrt)
Just in one week, it sold a thousand pounds on one street
Gold on my teeth, put some red bottoms on my feet
I fuck with freaks, one, two, three, keep it a G
Motherfuck them hoes, we treat ’em like the police
Motherfuckin’ throwed, my niggas tryna OD, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah, yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (D boy)

[Verse 2]
Skrrt, skrrt, that’s my wrist talkin’ (That’s talkin’)
Skrrt, skrrt, the pot moonwalkin’ (Moonwalkin’)
Skrrt, skrrt, that that new forty (That new forty)
Skrrt, skrrt, they goin’ 730 (730)
Since we made it out the swamp, it must be hell (730)
I’m Young Pluto, bitch, I’m trappin’ out Chanel (730)
One thousand dollars for all my shoes, I’m very rare (True story)
Ayy, fuck a dog collar, nigga, I’m a bear (Dog)
Ain’t gon’ front, I brought out the egg beater (Huh)
Rich nigga but I’m seein’ dead people (Ain’t gon’ front)
Lordy, all these models all head eaters (Yeah, yeah)
Half of these bitches sleepin’ with the Grim Reaper (Woo)
Rich nigga, put eight in on one liter (Woo)
Had to buy some extra diamonds to make my arms even (Woo)
You not upper echelon, you not a don neither
We gettin’ the same money as Illuminati (‘Luminati)
He wanna prove a point and try to catch a body (Catch a body)
They gon’ double up the money for the faceshot (For the faceshot)
They gon’ kidnap his wife for the safe spot (For that safe spot)
Tell ’em shoot her in the face, bitch, I hate thots (Yeah, I hate thots)

[Chorus]
Yeah, playin’ with the girl out in Fresno (Yeah)
I like to get hyphy for a kilo (Yeah)
I fuck with lil’ shawty, she got deep throat (Yeah)
Get your ass hit for a C-note (Yeah)
Push start, big foreign (Big foreign)
In the nick trap with the big 40 (Big 40)
Stuffed the M inside the Goyard (Million dollars)
My natural job dope boy (Dope boy, dope boy, dope boy)

[Part I]

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Fuck around, parked the ‘Vette and didn’t even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Verse]
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go’n head, pour up, roll a few O’s up, let’s go
Four by four, that tall shit, let’s go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let’s go
I told ’em to get out and bag that, let’s go
I’m Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let’s go
I’m high from yesterday
Put ’em on bean, yeah, put ’em on all the schemes, yeah
Put ’em on lean, yeah, they whippin’ them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Hit ’em with that chopper first, Ray J
I’m a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc’, then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that’s a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don’t trust him, we gon’ dust him, that’s some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it’s lift up like an avalanche
I’ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin’ me, no, no
Put a lil’ hit on your head, they comin’ to get you, they slicin’ your throat
Put a lil’ bitch in the bed, we goin’ digital, wipin’ her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil’ boat
Got dog food and it’s for the low
I’m with thoroughbred standin’ at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin’ shit ’cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors

[Part II]

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)

[Verse]
Homocide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don’t entertain no police
I’m certified with my dodie
They would catch hell ’bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder’s on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it’s longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I’m a heavyweight
I ain’t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don’t approach us, fuck bein’ famous
Long as I got my…
Let’s go

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin’ through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon’ ‘head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Verse 1]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin’ that dick in her stomach
I can’t be beefin’ bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin’ old
Knowin’ that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin’ me that these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon’ squeal (Gon’ squeal)
These bitches ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real)
Keep playin’, your ass fuck ’round and get killed
What’s goin’ on, bro, I heard you been trippin’ (Was trippin’)
I thought you kept it real from beginnin’
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can’t believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin’

[Bridge]
Yeah, you turned cold, I can’t fuck with you
It’s like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that’s truth, this… ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
And look, they be snapped, but this fuck nigga ain’t my dawg
That ain’t my dawg no more
That ain’t my dawg (No)
That ain’t my dawg no more (Nah)

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with—”

[Verse 2]
I can’t be fuckin’ with none of these niggas
‘Cause all of these niggas be actin’ like bitches
You know that I’m straight out of Indian River
I don’t give no fuck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothafuckin’ skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what’s up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can’t go like that)
Can’t believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain’t got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don’t give a fuck, nigga (What?)
‘Cause you’re still a fuck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should’ve bucked you, nigga
But now I’m feelin’ like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it’s hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin’
All of these bitches, they wasn’t even missin’ me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Outro]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid

[Verse 1]
I thought I might be better dead, but I was wrong
I thought everything could fade, but I was wrong
I thought I’d never find my place, but I was wrong
And where I least wanted to look, it came along

[Pre-Chorus]
I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong
I thought it mattered more I’d say, but I was wrong
I thought you were second place to every song
I thought you’d overstayed your welcome
I was wrong, power on, power on

[Chorus]
Have you ever coexisted (Power on)
So easily?
Let’s go home and talk shit about everyone
Let’s go home, finally

[Post-Chorus]
Will the waters ever still? That’s what I want
And with every inhalation I’m further up
‘Til I can only see the outline of the storm
From space I can see that I was wrong
Power on, power on
Power on
Power on
Power on

[Verse 2]
I thought I’d always have my way to come along
I thought the table’d still be laid, but you were strong (You were strong)
I thought that I could hide my face, but I was wrong
And where I least want you to look, you carry on, carry on

[Pre-Chorus]
I thought sex was at my pace, but I was wrong
I thought it mattered more I’d say, but I was wrong
I thought you were second place to every song
I thought you’d overstayed your welcome
I was wrong, power on, power on

[Chorus]
Have you ever coexisted (Power on)
So easily?
(Power on)
Let’s go home and talk shit about everyone
(Power on)
Let’s go home, finally

[Bridge]
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
Drop the pen on the mood that you’re in
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on, power on, power on
Power, power on
Power on, power on, power on
If it feels like a home
Power on