(JoJo on that beat) R.I.P. Mookie mane, that’s what I say n***a on my momma, aye 4OE gang n***a, Taliban shit n***a, shut the fuck up n***a that’s on me n***a

(Young Steezy)
Put that lead to his head, make em sing like Mariah
Young n***a, ain’t never gon’ retire
Flexin on these n***as got em shook like Michael Myers
Was finna fuck yo bitch, but her pussy expired
Aye, n***a, I need a meal
Done ran through a bag, got these pockets heavy still
4OE gang slidin’ with that mothafuckin drill
Focus on this paper cuz I need a hunnid bills
They askin’ why you stay flexin, cuz i never had shit
Pull up to the party in my brand new whip
The girl that you love is steady suckin’ on my dick
I’m a dog ass n***a I can’t stick to one bitch

(Dleee)
All my n***as tryna go
OG clutchin’ on that pistol if it’s knockin at that do’
Aye, if it’s knockin at that do’, I got a stick he got a drum we be layin’ bodies low
I’m that n***a with that heat
I be down to shoot a n***a leave em stuckin’ in the street
You be cuffin’ on them hoes, they be tappin in with me
Talkin’ hold on the net, you’s a bitch that’s on the P
Bitch, I gotta eat, I gotta eat, all my n***as tryna feast
Big chop n***a, It’s gon’ take em off his feet
I don’t wanna fuck yo bitch, my n***a had her last week

(RealKi)
Hold on
Now back to that street shit
You n***as ain’t ridin’ y’all the ones playin’ defense
Yo bitch on a n***a and you n***as know the reason
Same young n***a, that bitch stackin’ all season
Talkin’ hot shit, three shots now he leakin’
Good cookie odor, got this Polo jacket wreakin’
I’m a young n***a pullin’ bands out at Neiman’s
That n***a think he wet but his bitch ate my semen
This Glock change my posture, I ain’t really with the leanin’
Gave her dick once now she won’t stop fiendin’
A hunnid bands off a lick, bitch you never seen it
Tom Brady with the slugs, bitch I got a beamin’

(Priest)
Runnin’ to this goal like a track meet
Y’all don’t clap heat, y’all n***as just actin’
I don’t know, but these bitches call me daddy
Sittin’ in the front you n***as in the back seat
Tryna get a big house with a baddie
Snatch yo chain like Talib did Crabtree
I was with yo girl, shit got nasty
She saw the bands and said ‘Fuck bein’ classy’
Uh, lotta shit up on my mind though
It’s alright though Imma stay up on my grind though
You say you catchin’ bodies but we know you lyin’ bro
This a hit lil’ n***a we ain’t tryin’ though