Cold, hard, hard love And this is what we 'bout to do It don't take a lot to keep it unpredictable As long as you let me love your heart and touch your soul And when you give it up to me, you give your all 'Cause all that I give in return is So you took

Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot you niggas is pussy All you niggas is broke I know these niggas is not really doin' what they pretendin' be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear She'll put on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, do I look all right? And I say, yes, you look wonderful tonight We go to a party and everyone turns to see

I just wanna know what's on your mind I used to say I wanna die before I'm old But because of you I might think twice I need to know That when I fail you'll still be here 'Cause if you stick around, I'll sing you pretty sounds And we'll make money

Black and yellow Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything I put it down from my whip to my diamonds I'm in Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Everything I do, I do it big What I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin' Yeah, uh huh screamin' that's

This time I ain't gonna lose Well, enough is enough There's a pain in my mind And baby, we both know why Think it over and over It adds up to one big lie You may not know it, baby But you've been leavin' lots of blues I hear what you're sayin'

Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice Whoa, Joyner, Joyner, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I done did a lot of things in my day, I admit it I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I

I am not afraid The outsiders are gathering, a new day is born Drawing patterns with a cork on the tablecloth Promising volcanic change of plot When you told me what you knew Lost in the moment The day that the music stopped And I do remember you Where

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it

Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills