Central Cee – Loading Lyrics

[Intro]
HARGO Production

[Chorus]
Cee don't be on the road too tough
But I still cut through with the local tugs (Tugs)
Could've ran off the plug
But I kept it real and I showed him love (Showed him love)
Li-Lil' bro got the poker tucked
Where we grow up, it's so corrupt
Fans see me on the block, go nuts
I'm not in my bag, I'm Loading Loading
Back then it was hand to hand
Nowadays I don't have no involvement
In the trap, I stay on my own
I'm home alone, Macaulay Culkin
WhyJay no commented it
It's complicated 'cause the case still open
The boys in blue tryna find them clues
In the station, problem-solving (Solving)

[Verse 1]
Bro just jumped out the ride
With a mask on facе like he dodging Covid (Bup)
Jumped off thе porch I'm with my O-way
No way, I don't owe no olders (No way)
Free all the guys and rest in peace
To all of the fallen soldiers
The world full up of impactive distractions
So we all lose focus (Haha)
I think out loud, what comes out my mouth
I can't control it
Live Yours on the chain, I'm so lit
Soon come out with the custom clothing
f*ck sake, you must be joking?
CIDs outside of the cut patrolling
How did they know bout the ins and outs?
Somebody must have told them
[Chorus]
Cee don't be on the road too tough
But I still cut through with the local tugs (Tugs)
Could've ran off the plug
But I kept it real and I showed him love (Showed him love)
Li-Lil' bro got the poker tucked
Where we grow up, it's so corrupt (So corrupt)
Fans see me on the block, go nuts
I'm not in my bag, I'm Loading Loading
Back then it was hand to hand

Nowadays I don't have no involvement
In the trap, I stay on my own
I'm home alone, Macaulay Culkin
WhyJay no commented it
It's complicated cause the case still open
The boys in blue tryna find them clues
In the station, problem-solving (Solving)

[Verse 2]
Cee don't do no field, I trap
Say "Yo" to the local cat (Yo)
See me me on the road all black
My foot on the gas and I won't fall back
Bro been in jail and he won't go back
I f*cked bare hoes it ain't all that
I'm missing their call and I won't phone back
It's time that I find me a wife
More time I don't have no type
But I wouldn't mind me a Liyah Mai (Okay, okay)
Treat her right I try (Alright, alright)
Finer things in life I'd buy (Okay, okay)
Wanna wine and dine? That's fine
And if we go uptime gotta hold that (Whoosh, whoosh)
Wanna fly Dubai tonight?
Lastminute.com I'll book that flight
[Chorus]
Cee don't be on the road too tough
But I still cut through with the local tugs (Tugs)
Could've ran off the plug
But I kept it real and I showed him love (Showed him love)
Li-Lil' bro got the poker tucked
Where we grow up, it's so corrupt (So corrupt)
Fans see me on the block, go nuts
I'm not in my bag, I'm Loading Loading
Back then it was hand to hand
Nowadays I don't have no involvement
In the trap, I stay on my own
I'm home alone, Macaulay Culkin
WhyJay no commented it
It's complicated cause the case still open
The boys in blue tryna find them clues
In the station, problem-solving (Solving)

[Outro]
HARGO Production

Kekra – Osms Lyrics

[Intro]
Boumidjal X on the track, bitch
Ouais

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Couplet 1]
J’vois des ânes en psychiatrie, sur le crâne grosse cicatrice
Flow semi-auto-toto-matique, la misère fait d’moi un artiste
Le reste dehors veut voir ma bite
Suce ma pipe a crack, nigga
J’sors d’la giga trap nigga
f**k ton bric-à-brac, nigga
Tout le monde à terre sauve qui peut
Le million, est à milles lieues
De comprendre la guigne que nous vivions
Que l’excellence j’suis pas fils de…
Ou frère d’un, tel…
Ne rappes pas frérot fais-le
Si tu parles de ta maille on t’fait le
J’vois le reste qu’est jealous

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Couplet 2]
Regarde les, sur leur te-tê couronne de barbelés
J’suis là pour la monnaie, épargnez-moi tous vos hip-hop hurray
Tu l’as critiqué, imité, avant mais maintenant tu l’es
J’ai raté l’avion maman j’suis Macaulay Culkin, Jordan immaculées
Gucci sur le dos, iens-cli sur le dos
Lunettes Versace placées sur le nez
Veulent m’étouffer mais la misère renait
Motivation de la mif sur l’épaule
Impossible d’changer le fusil d’épaule
Y’a d’ja le RPG sur l’épaule gauche
La concu’ frôle la ménopause
Donc faut que j’dose

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Outro]
Bouh bouh
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Tha cash
La monnaie

Skooly – My Brother Had Dope Before He Left Lyrics

[Verse]
Bitch I’m fresh out of the slums, somewhere you can’t come, I come in this bitch to act dumb
Your partners can come if they want, my cousins got guns, you niggas can run if you want
It ain’t no love homie, all type of drugs homie, I had a blood homie
Told me he’d kill whoever I want, and he from the land of the funk, that’s love homie
Roll me a spliff of that shit and hop in the whip, go get me something to sip
And I don’t be trusting no act, and them is just facts, I know that shit don’t exist
And I do not use my arithmetics, my brother taught me how to whip
Before he died, I still be crying inside, and I still be crying inside
But I still try, ’cause I know without him it’s fake
This shit is fake, it’s a lie
And I cannot trust you for shit, and I put my life in a letter, ’cause ain’t nothin’ safer than I
And I put my life in a metal, you better do better, ’cause nobody safe if I cry
Ridin’ in a Wraith with my guy, came from the south of the sky, sky
He wanna see me with it so I try
You try to stop my living, you will die
You know who shot my nigga, why lie?
I cannot talk about it, I cry
You better not come around me, I’ll fire
You better not come around me outside
You better listen homie, I ain’t trippin’ homie
Reminiscing homie, on the real
Ain’t no use to dissing on me, I hate niggas only
Better tell a nigga how you feel
Go watch the interviews, then go listen to my interludes
Boy I been a fool
And you niggas living a lie, and you know I been the truth
And they tryna sentence dudes
And I’ll never squeal, before that it’s Mortal Kombat, I’ll finish you
And this go for any dude, this go for any crew
’til I reach my pinnacle, give you a physical
I’m not shootin’ at any school, shit could get critical
Summertime rapper talk with that water on, I pull up at any pool
I’m not leaving any jewels, and boy I got plenty jewels
Your bitch ain’t feeling you, show you what pimpin’ do
Show you what that pimpin’ do
That shit ain’t in to you, only gon’ warn you once
Don’t try to harm the don, I’m armed like tentacles
Yeah bitch I ball like testicles
Pause, Rawling, Spalding
I got your bitch here right next to me, uh
Yeah bitch I’m ballin’, ballin’
She say she home alone, uh
I be Macaulay Culkin
But don’t you keep callin’ my phone, uh
I’ll leave you heartless, stalkin’
And you niggas knowin’ who’s poppin’
Young direct deposit, lil kid, I got ’em
My Cosa Nostra the hottest
You niggas gon’ have a problem
Chainz told me get ’em, I got ’em, uh
I didn’t only hit ’em, I dropped ’em, uh
I do this shit for my brother, uh
I still do this shit for my partner
Still coming out of my shell, uh
Feel like I’m out of myself, uh
Still sipping lean by the brick, uh
Still smoking weed by the bale, uh
Cartier boss, they were twelve
Still get the bump for my nails, uh
My life was rough on a player
These bitches tough on a player, uh
That’s why I’m so dope, you can tell
That’s why I got hope, you can tell
I could’ve sold dope anywhere
My brother had dope before he left (shit, RIP)
My brother had dope before he left

[Outro]
It sounds like you’ve had to explain that a lot, that’s too bad
Nah, I really…see you, you’re nice, I don’t mind
It’s just real, so
I don’t mind explaining over here but I haven’t had to explain it because I don’t care

Gers Pardoel – De Money & De Faam Lyrics

De money & de faam, de money & de faam
De money & de faam, de money & de faam

We kunnen zwemmen in de money
Een file en een barry, want ik was al die jaren lang broke
Ik wilde roem en een faam
En een overdosis lobby, dus doe mij maar die money met blow

Ze wilde nooit niet met me chillen, nooit niet met me hangen
Nu bellen ze me daily, nu hang ik met me mannen
En vragen naar m’n plannen en vragen waar ik hang
Ze willen weten welke kant, elke kant van dit land bitch!
Chill’m in die Jimmy, […], het dak erop en flex klappen we wat lijnen

Ik zal altijd blijven rijmen en altijd blijven stijlen
En altijd mezelf blijven en faken, ze ontwijken
Ik hou teveel van mezelf om mezelf te verliezen
Me ex nam de biezen, kreeg ‘t voor de kiezen
Alle bitchen laten me deze dagen niezen
En het mooiste van alles is dat mij dus niet verzieken
Ik focus op m’n doel, de money en de faam
Doe altijd wat ik voel, ik voel alles aan
Niemand kan me stoppen, niet nadat ik dropte
En niet na de tattoo op me arm met me naam voor d’r

De money & de faam, de money & de faam
De money & de faam, de money & de faam

We kunnen zwemmen in de money
Een file en een barry, want ik was al die jaren lang broke
Ik wilde roem en een faam
En een overdosis lobby, dus doe mij maar die money met blow

Soms belde ik zo’n chickie en duurde het een week
Voordat ik eindelijk een sms’je terug kreeg
En nu krijg ik zelf antwoord voordat ik vragen stel
Omdat ze denken dat ik straks dikke knaken tel
Door de money en de faam raken pipo’s in de war
Doe mij maar een beat met twee of drie keer zestien bass
Het is niet wat ik kies, dit is die artiest, die diep van binnen zit en niet denkt alleen maar aan wat bier
Ik denk aan mijn plezier en doe alles wat ik voel
What ells fool, dit is Gers Pardoel met een bek vol met info en
Plaats voor de poen, plaats voor de roem en plaats voor die miljoen
Ik voel me soms als Macaulay Culkin uit Home Alone
Staren naar m’n phone, zit ik in me zone
Soms kijk ik in de spiegel naar m’n vader z’n zoon
En denk ik joh dit leven, het leven moet toch gewoon worden

De money & de faam, de money & de faam
De money & de faam, de money & de faam

We kunnen zwemmen in de money
Een file en een barry, want ik was al die jaren lang broke
Ik wilde roem en een faam
En een overdosis lobby, dus doe mij maar die money met blow

Frat rules – Asap Mob feat. Asap Rocky lyrics

Lyrics Asap Mob – Frat rules

B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we stunting
Pull up and we stunting
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming.(frat rules)

All the h**s that you call are not coming
She know if she not f*cking, she truckin’
All of the bitches I f*ck are not common
Guaranteed if I f*ck her she cumming
If I’m in the room please don’t come in
I beat the pus*y like it need production
All she want from me is reproduction
Gotta ask “Why’d she leave her husband?”
Heard he called up yelling, tweaking, fussing
Talkin’ ’bout “it’s gon’ be repercussions!”
I remember last, last nigga, nigga tried to run up
Got like three concussions
Do you know what you in for?
They copy copy like 10-4
Keep the money ’cause I been poor
All your jewelry like tin foil
Please don’t tell your friends where we shopping at,
I swear this s**t gon’ turn into an in-store (straight up)
f*ck you need another man for, talking to her like a mentor
Talking to her like a nigga Yoda and she say “I love you”
I’m like “hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up” Hit her, hit her with the
Back up, back up, coldest shoulder.

B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we stunting
Pull up and we stunting
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming.

Now every time we in this b***h, you acting like you owe me favors
Acting like you with the shits, but fronting on the homies later
Look, I could tell you’re under pressure
Baby time to ease up versuri-lyrics.info
Young and living single, like your room was Khadijah’s
My apologies, why I gotta be misogynistic every time we kick it
Every time I visit something’s different and every time I leave you know you miss it
Don’t be crying on my shoulder every time I’m coming over
Talking ’bout a popcorn and soda, Netflix and chill
When you home alone with no Macaulay Culkin
S*x game had her going crazy, now I gotta ask, calling all the time
And I wish I never met her, Carl Thom’
Driving down my street like it’s the Autobahn
Getting loud, setting off the car alarms
Here put on my chain, baby you need to chill
Give it some time, baby, let it rebuild
Quit running your nose through the Beverly Hills.

B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not coming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we drumming
Pull up and we stunting
Pull up and we stunting
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
B*tches not f*cking not coming
These h**s not f*cking, not cominggg.(frat rules)
Asap Mob lyrics
Video rules

Kodak Black – Corrlinks And Jpay (Painting Pictures Album)

[Intro]
Ear Dummers
Sniper gang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1]
I’m like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin’
No homie, this ain’t lean, I’m drinkin’ lemonade
I ain’t talkin’ Blige but I’m blowin’ Mary J
You would think I’m blind ’cause I be rockin’ heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, I’m gon’ let it rain
‘Cause I be walkin’ round with a big scary chain
On when I’m posted up, I’m sellin’ candy cane
Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope lock up
I drop the 5 in the Duce like I’m Hurt Locker
Don’t make me run up in your gig ’cause I’m a show stopper
I got 99 bands, I ain’t got no problems
Ayy, repeat what you just said, you don’t want no problems
I’m patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
I keep a pep in my step like I’m pimp walkin’
I run up in your home like I’m a Macaulay Culkin
I got lil shawty, on that reefer now she Kodak boppin’
When I jump up in that beamer, I be thot hoppin’
All this Perc’ in the lean got me sleep walkin’
I’m booted up, Molly Jolly, I don’t need coffee
I’m tryna blow the fuck up, those crackers lock me down
They got me on the seventh floor, I’m tryna hit the ground
I’m tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

[Verse 2]
For all my niggas waitin’ on some pictures through the Corrlink I know your people ain’t keep it real like they supposed to be
Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
I just hit my cousin one today, do it like e-mail
I know that feelin’ that you feelin’ and I love you, fam
Just like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
This for them niggas eatin’ Zoom Zoom’s and Wam Wam’s
And your girl got a new nigga but she gon’ leave when you release
Feel like everybody shakin’, they be loyal for a week
That boy a Jimmy told me Black you a profit, nigga
Cause when you, spit that real shit that be like God sent you

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

Travi$ Scott – Pick Up The Phone

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up…
(Like Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like , pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
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’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it, like sonny listen
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wan’ be a star
Please believe every motherfucker around here wanna be a part (real shit, real shit)
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l 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’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the 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
Young nigga make it right back tonight
Girl you’re so cute and your ass is nice
Drinkin’ on 4 and I’m shootin’ dice
Wrist polar bear, Klondike
And I’m loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If i ever call your phone baby
Best believe its only one time

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Like, Pick up the phone, baby (brrrrr)
Like, I know you’re home, baby (brrrrr, it’s lit!)
Like, I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l 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’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone
I’m in the zone

Young Thug & Travis Scott – Pick Up The Phone lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Starrah]
Yaaah, oh yaaah
Ooooh, Thugger
Yeah, Travis Scott
Thugger, Thugger baby
Yaah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
I pour a four up
I call your hoe up
Just to fuck her and show her
I just went, got my dough up
Pullin’ off and I’m gone!
Then I go and pour four up
Then I roll up that roll up
Then I’m callin’ your hoe up
(Like Brrrrr)
[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Travis Scott & Young Thug]
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’
Throwing that Rollie on you
I like the way it be freezin’
(Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Pour up a four of that Actavis
Lean like my mothafuckin’ granny did
Super Bowl ring with big body Benz
I stack it up now I’m just better livin’
Got screws in my mouth, I’m just preppin’ it
I’m fucking this cash up, I’m not celibate
I’m packin’ it up like a reverend
I need all this cash, I got hella kids
I’ma play dumb and get left in the middle
Back the fuck up, you too little
Hit ’em with three like I’m Miller
I don’t talk to no man in the middle
I don’t talk to no man, I’m just kiddin’
But I did pay my sister’s tuition
I feel lucky, I should play the lottery
Walkin’ off with it like Sonny Liston
Mama told me I’m her brightest star
Mama told me don’t hate on the law
Because everybody got a job
Because everybody wanna be a star (real shit, real shit)
Please believe every motherfucker around here wan’ be a part
She gon’ do anything in her power to be with ya’ boy
(Brrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four, baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l 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’

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Pick up the phone
Macaulay Culkin’ baby, Home Alone
I thought I was right
Then I had to man up, I was wrong
I hate when we fight
She in love with the 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 Céline
So I bought it twice
Young nigga 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 loving all races, hell nah don’t discriminize
Drinkin’ on clean, sanitize
Ostritch seats with the frog eyes
If I ever call your phone baby
Best believe it’s only one time
(Brrrrrr)

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Pick up the phone, baby (Like brrrrr)
I know you’re home, baby (It’s lit!)
I’m in the zone, baby (Straight up!)
I just poured up a four baby (Yeah, yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Never will l 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’

[Outro]
Pick up the phone (Pick up the phone)
I’m in the zone, pick up the phone, baby
I’m in the zone