"In My Feelings"

Every time I get a hold of you
Whoa Kenny

In my feelings, mmh
Every time I get a hold of you
Feet touchin' the ceiling
Told you I would get close to you, yeah, yeah
In my feelings
Every time I get a hold of you, yeah
Feet touchin' the ceiling
Told you I would get close to you, yeah, yeah

Look what you think made me want link
We'll have some drinks and we can, yeah
We can get freaky, I'm just thinkin'
I was speakin' again, ayy
She fuck me through the weekend, and I ain't talkin' the singer
She wanna fuck me to SZA, I wanna cut her like scissors, yeah
I fuck her every time I take her to dinner
She look like something you can eat
You want to fuck me, better hear please
Wanna fuck her every week
I might get caught up in my sleep

In my feelings, mmh
Every time I get a hold of you
Feet touchin' the ceiling
Told you I would get close to you, yeah, yeah
In my feelings
Every time I get a hold of you, yeah
Feet touchin' the ceiling
Told you I would get close to you, yeah, yeah

"Lay A Nigga Down"

03
Purple Summer
Ron-Ron do that shit
We ridin', we ridin', we ridin', we ridin'

I'ma lay a nigga down, four hundred pounds
Straight up out the Jordan Downs, I got a hundred rounds
Drummer Gang, a hundred shell cases hit the ground
There go the peoples at the door, be quiet, don't make a sound

Throw your hood up for who put up and who restin' in peace
Sellin' water to the Mexicans, we don't have a beef
Marijuana, I been blessing niggas with OT
And when you sellin' kilos, gotta stay lowkey
I got homies sharin' baby mamas, rollin' the weed
Purple Summer, 03 the new 400 Degreez
I feel like Ron-Ron the Producer just like Manny to me
Fuck them evil ass bitches steady passin' the weed
What you need bitch? you need a project nigga
Drummer Gang shit, everybody pullin' triggers
Enemies might fuck your bitch and lock up with your sister
I'ma be the first real nigga with a Fisker
Don't trust her, don't trust shit
He swear he mafia but he be on some fuck shit
I might shoot you from a rental or a bucket
Hate on niggas, when you see 'em, switch the subject
Tired of rappers tryna hit the hood and take a pic
Wanna come out to the jungle and not get bit
The other day I hit sweet lady with that donkey dick
Don't you pop it bitch, fuck it, pop that pussy
Fuck it, smokin' cookies, fuck central booking
When 03 be in the projects, everybody looking
Never nook it, they can't wait 'til nigga's life get tooken
I'm from where my peoples crazy and the cops is crooked

I'ma lay a nigga down, four hundred pounds
Straight up out the Jordan Downs, I got a hundred rounds
Drummer Gang, a hundred shell cases hit the ground
There go the peoples at the door, be quiet, don't make a sound

Be quiet, tonight is the night that we ride
Pull up in the hood and see choppers inside
You need a project nigga
Be quiet, tonight is the night that we ride
Pull up in the hood and see choppers inside
Be quiet, all of my Drummers, they be firin'

I'ma lay a nigga down, four hundred pounds
Straight up out the Jordan Downs, I got a hundred rounds
Drummer Gang, a hundred shell cases hit the ground
There go the peoples at the door, be quiet, don't make a sound

"Like A Nigga"

[Kacy Hill:]
I was in an empty space
Avoiding your love, never gave me grace
Spending all my time away
Better to want you in retrograde

[Kacy Hill & 03 Greedo:]
And how do you love?
How do you love?
How do you love?
How do you love?

[03 Greedo:]
What makes you make me feel like a nigga?
Are you just here 'cause I'm a drug dealer?
What makes you make me feel like a nigga?
I know you need the protection of a hitter
I'ma leave the dank out
Gucci'd down, molly'd up
Say she love the way I sauce
Let me serve her out of town
She be beggin' for the clout
Baby have to join down
We been through some ups and downs
But she gon' always be around
Kept it right out of the doubt

[Kacy Hill:]
I was in an empty space
Avoiding your love, never gave me grace
Spending all my time away
Better to want you in retrograde

[Kacy Hill & 03 Greedo:]
And how do you love?
How do you love?
How do you love?
How do you love?

[03 Greedo:]
Go snort a line to Kacy Hill
That's how this dick gon' make you feel
I'm off a percocet pill
I'll fuck you 'til my syrup spills
I put two cups on her booty
I wanna fuck on her groovy
We finna make us a movie
Love is rage like Lil Uzi
Love and hate like The-Dream
Purple kisses, our beauty
Only one on my team
Only one like 03
We too tight, I can't lose it
It's too tight, I can loosen
Feel me up when she do me
When we hardly be coolin'
This a hotbox, just use it

[Kacy Hill:]
I was in an empty space
Avoiding your love, never gave me grace
Spending all my time away
Better to want you in retrograde

And how do you love?
How do you love?
How do you love?
How do you love?

[Kacy Hill & 03 Greedo:]
What makes you make me feel like a woman? (What makes you make me feel like a nigga?)
I'm saying things that I thought that I wouldn't (What makes me make you feel like a woman?)
And now you caught me, remind me of my beating heart (Yeah)
I'll be your Venus if you are my Mars, yeah (Yeah)
What makes you make me feel like a woman? (Like a woman)
Like a nigga

"Mafia Business"

You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin' 'bout my work but its not your business
You ain't about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain't part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon' give my niggas the business

I don't have a dime I just keep it look
Bitch I'm broke why you mad?
Get that money out your ass
Open your eyes you is not her
I won't give a bitch a bag
Got a go call [?]
'Cause I'm walking with a limp that don't mean I pimp
Man I hope she ain't mad I am not him

Ray, hes my nigga he say we ain't shit
Tryna do it for a nigga that we can't forget

Run my life up in the sack don't feel the same without my nigga here
We jump in the same gang for a 100 years
Man I swear I haven't cried in 100 years
Last night a nigga cried about 100 tears
Tell the hoes I need 40
Tell them all I want 40
You can be broke like you Nike boomer Jordan
Man I swear without my Ray, my life's boring

Got a gold bank, got a gold check
Gotta keep it mafia with all the hoes

I was about to hit my Ricky
Pulling up in the 50
I was swerving through the traffic
Rollin' but then I had to pass it
We been breaking down that backwood
I've been into selling that good
If you with me then you're that good
Yeah yeah

You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin' 'bout my work but its not your business
You ain't about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain't part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon' give my my nigga the buisness

You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin' 'bout my work but its not your business
You ain't about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain't part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon' give my nigga the buisness

"Mei Mei"

Oh, Mei Mei, ooh, ooh
Mei Mei, hey, ayy, ayy ayy
Mei Mei
Beat Boy taught me

This for my daughter, listen to the shit I taught you
They don't like to see a black person win
If I go down when I end up out of town
Just understand that I just wanted to live
'Cause when you young and tryna make it where I'm from
They don't want to let you raise your own kids
Fuck what these scary peoples always talkin' 'bout
You gotta get out there and take you a risk
You done seen what I did, you done seen what I did
Street nigga, you done seen what I did
You done seen what I did, you done seen what I did
Street nigga, you done seen what I did, you done

2005 blessed me with my only child
I changed my life 'cause all her life went in and out
Since my eighteenth she been my baby so she know I'm wild
Since she been my baby so she know I'm wild
Used to visit me in jail so she could see me smile
Keep her in Jordan, she say kids be tryna take my style
So fuck it, time for Gucci, ain't think we would make it out
Can't be from Drummer Gang if your kids say you ain't around
Can't be from Drummer Gang if you ain't finna lay shit down
Ho least against us, these hoes disrespectful
I told my daughter never be like her, just run your check up
Stay by my side when I got shot, that's how I know you special
These bad ass kids are not your peers so don't go fold to pressure
This ain't 'bout tough or weak no more, this shit 'bout thinkin' better
Me and my daughter bang the hood, Jordan Downs reppers
And I got metal for a shin, still ain't no half steppin'
You know it ain't nothin' changin' but our addresses

This for my daughter, listen to the shit I taught you
They don't like to see a black person win
If I go down when I end up out of town
Just understand that I just wanted to live
'Cause when you young and tryna make it where I'm from
They don't want to let you raise your own kids
Fuck what these scary peoples always talkin' 'bout
You gotta get out there and take you a risk
You done seen what I did, you done seen what I did
Street nigga, you done seen what I did
You done seen what I did, you done seen what I did
Street nigga, you done seen what I did, you done seen how I live

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
They don't wanna let me raise my own kid
Yeah, yeah
Mei Mei, ayy ayy
Mei Mei, ayy ayy
Mei Mei, ooh, ayy ayy
Mei Mei, ooh

"Mr. Clean"

I just got married to marijuana, I fell in love with the lean
Me and the powder a power couple, I'm feelin' like Mr. Clean
I'm in the kitchen, ayy
I'm in the kitchen, I'm fuckin' with dishes and I'm in the kitchen
I got the water and you know I'm whippin', yeah I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen, ayy

Make her wonder like white bread
More cap than a bald head
I was livin' in the kitchen, whippin'
Ooh, damn, baby just look at my wrist hit, ayy
Baby I'm takin' them risks, ayy
Baby you know we official
If they knock on my door then I'm itching
Baseball, downin' baseball, talkin' baseball, keep it quiet
God level, I'm like Pastor Mase, I was just preachin' to the choir
Hell yeah I'm gettin' high, hell yeah I'm on fire
Just like Richard Pryor, but I hope I won't die
Bitch you know I'm facin' life, Jordan Downs where it's trife
I can't even trust my wife, knife knife
She'll stab me in my side, homie stabbed me in my back
I was tryna get the racks, now a nigga get the packs, yeah
What goes around comes around
We don't play games

I just got married to marijuana, I fell in love with the lean
Me and the powder a power couple, I'm feelin' like Mr. Clean
I'm in the kitchen, ayy
I'm in the kitchen, I'm fuckin' with dishes and I'm in the kitchen
I got the water and you know I'm whippin', yeah I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen, ayy

Walk out the county
Right next to the money counter
Microwave and a hundred thousand
I got the money piling
I think I might just buy an island
Told my label I don't need a stylist, ooh
And I'm shoppin' up in fifths closet
You ain't gotta doubt it
Put that fur around my collar, I will never call her
She just want a baller, prayin' for my daughter
I can't get her pregnant, she gon' want the dollars
And that bitch a negative (yeah)
I got pictures of you naked bitch, don't make me expose you

I just got married to marijuana, I fell in love with the lean
Me and the powder a power couple, I'm feelin' like Mr. Clean
I'm in the kitchen, ayy
I'm in the kitchen, I'm fuckin' with dishes and I'm in the kitchen
I got the water and you know I'm whippin', yeah I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen
I'm in the kitchen, I'm in the kitchen, ayy

Drummer Gang in this thing
Life from EA
Met her in Buckhead
Do you fuck for a prayer?
Whoa, get over just to get the head
Ayy, they gonna play a game
So you gotta play a game, god level
God level, god level, god level, god level
Ayy that's what my god-mama used to say
God level, every time she'd talk, on Grape
Auntie Gil, that's my god-mama, on crip

"Never Bend"

Yeah
You lil bitch ass niggas steady speaking up on the low
If these project walls could talk
They'll be just like 03, you dig?
03

If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
In this game play your cards right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star and I had it too hard
Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again
I'm thanking God, could have died in the pen
You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never bend

I remember robbin' Pisas every other Friday
I remember money house, I'm selling out of molly
I remember in Atlanta talking pounds at Follies
I remember laying down bullets in my body
If you know you finna fold then get the fuck from by me
If you ain't finna hold it down then you can't be my crimey
Greedy get the guap and play the game but keep it grimey
I've been shot by who I love and told on by my family
I've been double crossed and bird fed
One time they sucker punched a nigga
Yeah they knocked me out like Ronda Rousey
Blindside you with this bullet if you come around me
Seen you at this party, was gon' hit you, you was fucking outie

If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
In this game play your cards right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star and I had it too hard
Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again
I'm thanking God, could have died in the pen
You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never bend

Sim-simmer, who got the keys to the Beamer?
Who put that lean in two liters?
Dreadlocks like Beanie Man, I'ma red beam you
Hit your white whip up, you know I'm gon' cream you
Act in Lime-A-Rito's, it's no Lime-A-Rita
Really sell killos and plugged in with migos
My dog Dark Jack, he stretch just like a regal
We get thumbs up when we ride past your people

If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
In this game play your cards right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star and I had it too hard
Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again
I'm thanking God, could have died in the pen
You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never bend
If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
In this game play your cards right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star and I had it too hard
Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again
I'm thanking God, could have died in the pen
You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never bend

And we do it for Lil Money, yeah
Long live Lil Money, oh
Money changes everything
I could never give a bitch a wedding ring, ooh, yeah
Rest in peace to all my niggas
GIP to all my killers, woo

"Onna Way To The Paper"
(feat. Yhung T.O)

[03 Greedo:]
I'm on my way
I'm on my way

Please stop buggin' me, baby
I be on the way to the paper
I got that blower on my hip like a pager
I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater
Fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour
I made my bitch serve shit like a waiter
I run my motherfuckin' city like the mayor
Hitstick with the grip, keep it player

Call me Greedy 'cause I came in with the flavor
Whip it, whip it like a slave, I'm a baker
House nigga in the kitchen with the white folks
I got high and started to think this was Jamaica
Smoke a nigga, send him off to meet his maker
Whole team wearin' purple like the Lakers
Lonzo the way I ball, step your game up
Gonzo, long nose make you wake up
Chopper for the shake up
I was in the Bay, smokin' K with the gangster
Crack in the streets, we from the were the Earth quakes, bitch
Tell these pussy rappers stop playin', I'ma pull up
If they keep on buggin', nigga, we don't have to play tough
We don't even play fair either, you can get sprayed up
I am not a sniper, but I'm quick to hold the K up
I got all this fuckin' triple like a fuckin' lay up
I'ma get the key and get some pussy then we lay up

Please stop buggin' me, baby
I be on the way to the paper
I got that blower on my hip like a pager
I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater
Fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour
I made my bitch serve shit like a waiter
I run my motherfuckin' city like the mayor
Hitstick with the grip, keep it player

[Yhung T.O.:]
Please stop beggin' me, baby
I'm off these drugs, my mind crazy
All this shit I been through is what made me
This Glock on my hip just for safety
I can't let these niggas faze me
I will not stop 'til I'm JAY-Z
Oh, and my wifey Beyoncé
We send your bitch on a blind date
I was in LA, totin' straps with the gangsters
Ferragamo cuffs, used to be on the ankle
Free all of my niggas out the cell, give 'em [?]
Smokin' all this dope 'til my chest feelin' strangled
I can't rewind with you
Wish I wouldn't waste time with you
I got my love from my moms
But I got my pain from you
All the shit that you do

[03 Greedo:]
Please stop buggin' me, baby
I be on the way to the paper
I got that blower on my hip like a pager
I'm on my tip, I might flip like a skater
Fuck around and sell a brick to your neighbour
I made my bitch serve shit like a waiter
I run my motherfuckin' city like the mayor
Hitstick with the grip, keep it player

"Paranoid"

We could kill it, yeah
We could, we could, we could

We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid
We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid

I could be on Billboard, we'll get to that
Gotta do it for the streets, so I remember that
I'ma let 'em see me struggle, let 'em see me hustle
I be in the field tryna ball and you ain't in my huddle
I'ma put on pieces, meet your pieces, leave your peoples puzzles
I went from that Polo puff to Moncler, you see me bubble
Greedy tryna eat Ruffles, all over the seat, rushin'
Tryna leave the scene, I'm Mr. Clean in the kitchen
Wipe me down off the muscle
Paint the perfect picture, we be totin' and we don't tussle
Drop single after single, tryna get up there to platinum
Double times, hustle grind, drugs and lines
Chopper jump like Busta Rhymes with suppressors, uh

We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid
We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid

Lil bitch, I'ma let you trip, right here front your peoples
If you really was a threat I'd have my peoples come and meet you
Got guns when we greet you, done drums when we beat you
I be creepin', I'm a creature, fold you up, gon' do a feature
Like it's nothin', buck buck, blowers buckin'
Got the rock, smashing pumpkins, got the blow if you be bumpin'
Got the glass but I don't touch it like I'm fresh out of the car wash
Like bitch don't push my buttons, like the window, blow the AC
Gotta get gone, time for her replacement
Young nigga started from the motherfucking basements
Stacks off a pack, bring it back, re-up and I put up
Then I go and blow the rest at Saks, I got stacks off a pack

We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid
We could kill the radio but we make killer music
We make drug dealer songs but we gon' still abuse it
Ain't that what keep these niggas paranoid?
I like to keep these niggas paranoid

"Paranoid, Pt. 2"

Paranoid, hearin' voices
Seein' things, makin' choices
You need a nigga with some felonies
And baby if they ask you I'm just sellin' weed
Hearin' voices
Seein' things, makin' choices
You need a nigga with some felonies
And baby if they ask you I'm just sellin' weed

When I'm OT and I'm breaking down boulders
I gotta look over my shoulder
I put the juice in my soda
To stay calm when I'm touching that yola
Me and J feel like G-Boy and Yola
Can't believe that our dog's life is over
Mercy me, worry me
Put them snakes around my collar when they bury me
'Cause it kept it G, they still hated me
Who enemigos wanna be in that two plane and see
Just got a room but in the lobby was emergency
Bullets in me but they wasn't tryna murder me
And that's the part that worry me
'Cause I can't let these niggas bury me

Paranoid, hearin' voices
Seein' things, makin' choices
You need a nigga with some felonies
And baby if they ask you I'm just sellin' weed
Hearin' voices
Seein' things, makin' choices
You need a nigga with some felonies
And baby if they ask you I'm just sellin' weed

I feel like every other second I have something at my window
I feel like a serpent ridin' with me in the Benzo
Mind playin' tricks on me, I feel like the Getto Boyz
Coca like I'm Scarface, throwin' D like Rich Boy
Come and get your bitch boy, I admit I get 'nnoyed
When she spend the night and I get in it like a hemmroid
I know it hurt, I hit that ass, I'm talkin' shit boy
Me and Scars 'em, Lil Money, Ray, and Big Boy
Who else would think
I'm asking God to wake me up from this nightmare and dream
I swear my life so bittersweet, it feel like both things
I got one foot in industry and one foot in the streets
I got some people bangin' grape but way in Tennessee
New York, Atlanta, Texas, Carolina
Call and see, private callers callin' me
I took a flight later that night and end up in the D
Was way in Phoenix when they tried to get a hold of me

Paranoid, hearin' voices
Seein' things, makin' choices
You need a nigga with some felonies
And baby if they ask you I'm just sellin' weed
Hearin' voices
Seein' things, makin' choices
You need a nigga with some felonies
And baby if they ask you I'm just sellin' weed

Sellin' weed, yeah yeah
Got keys, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, and lean, and lean