Playlist Desiigner

desiigner - panda

This what they all been waiting for
I guess so
They been waiting for this shit for a long time, didn?t they?
I'ma give it everything I got
Ayo Dougie park that X6 around the corner
Aye I'm just feeling my vibe right now
I'm feeling myself

Panda, panda
Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda

I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, Lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I?m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me

I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, Lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I?m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the mocho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me

Hey
Panda, panda
Panda, panda, panda, panda
Panda, panda, panda, panda

I got broads in Atlanta
Twistin' dope, Lean, and shit, sippin' Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace shit, life Desiigner
Whole bunch of lavish shit
They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit
I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I drive this shit
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, killin' on camera
Pop a Perc, I can't stand up
Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas
Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom
Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera
Big Rollie, it dancin' bigger than a Pandie
Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up your panty
Fill up I'ma flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it
I got niggas that's countin' for digits
Say you make you a lot of new money
Know some killers pull off and they in the Wraith
CDG, they pull off and they kill the Bape
Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank
Niggas up in the bank, we gon' drill the bank
Fuck we gon' kill the bank, get it
I got broads, yea I get it
I get cards yea I shitted
This how I live it
Did it all for a ticket
Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it
And Bobby gon' trend it
Jeff The Don doin' business
Zana Ray fuckin' up shit and she doin' her bidnezz
I be gettin' to the chicken
Countin' to the chicken
And all of my niggas gon' split it

Panda, panda
Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda

I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, Lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I?m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me

I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, Lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a panda
Going out like I?m Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
Hope you killas understand me

Panda, panda
Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda

desiigner - tiimmy turner

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brraght
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Vador)
Little Timmy Turner
Git, git, git, git

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He been wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Fuck bitch on Bet
Have her walkin', she fuckin' on Bet, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He be wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Fuck bitch on Bet, Have her walkin',
she fuckin' on Bet, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse 1]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
Young boy walkin', wishin' for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on 'em
Ten niggas with 'em, Ten clappin' on 'em
Dead niggas with 'em, dead niggas, get 'em
Four-five's rip 'em, four-five's zip 'em
You talk money, young niggas with 'em
Young niggas get 'em, beluga, beluga, beluga
I fell in love with the Ruger
I been in love with my jeweler
I been in love with the mula
Banana clips is going through ya
it's all about the rule
it's about the move
it's about the rules

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He been wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Fuck bitch on Bet
Have her walkin', she fuckin' on Bet, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He be wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Fuck bitch on Bet, Have her walkin',
she fuckin' on Bet, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Verse 2]
Tiimmy (Git, git, git)
Tiimmy Turner (Git, git, git)
eh, Yeah he wish had a burner
Young nigga move and he kill with confirma
You get hit nigga, leaft with earner
Choppa move nigga both want it
You get hit down in both Summers
I got niggas rollin' dat would dead be with it
Choppa move, nigga roll him with it
You choke down roll,load and get
Hit a nigga up, reload the semi
Gotta flow over demon
Thinking all about Tiimmy
Just the thought of them with me
All my killas said they with me

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He been wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Fuck bitch on Bet
Have her walkin', she fuckin' on Bet, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He be wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Fuck bitch on Bet, Have her walkin',
she fuckin' on Bet, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Beat Switch]

[Hook]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He been wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Fuck bitch on Bet
Have her walkin', she fuckin' on Bet, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He be wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Fuck bitch on Bet, Have her walkin',
she fuckin' on Bet, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He been wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Fuck bitch on Bet
Have her walkin', she fuckin' on Bet, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He be wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Fuck bitch on Bet, Have her walkin',
she fuckin' on Bet, wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul's in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

desiigner - overnight

[Intro]
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Street, slums

[Hook]
Oh, watching that overnight, overnight
overnight, overnight, overnight
I'm in the club with some real niggas
Sadness around me, how many niggas, they real shit
All of us make it out
Had them killers outside who won't make it out
Had them killers outside, they'll tell you how
I been rollin' the swishers and I want the lord to
Overnight, overnight, overnight, overnight, overnight
I'm in the club with some real niggas
Sadness around me, how many niggas, they real true
All of us make it out
Had them killers outside who won't make it out
Had them killers outside, they'll tell you how
I been rollin' the swishers and I want the lord to help me

[Verse 1]
I want to the Lord to help me
I want the Lord to take care me
I wanna stack with my niggas
I want my money get bigger
You talking shit like you made it
Young nigga rich and I'm famous
Balling hard like a Laker
I been riding in a Matrix
Going ride and I'm faded
Going ride and I'm racing
Sipping lean but I'm drinking
So Sprite got me wasted
I don't get it, I don't get it
Diamonds all around me drippin'
You were talking like you want it
So my niggas gonna give it

[Hook]
Oh, watching that overnight, overnight
overnight, overnight, overnight
I'm in the club with some real niggas
Sadness around me, how many niggas, they real shit
All of us make it out
Had them killers outside who won't make it out
Had them killers outside, they'll tell you how
I been rollin' the swishers and I want the lord to
Overnight, overnight, overnight, overnight, overnight
I'm in the club with some real niggas
Sadness around me, how many niggas, they real true
All of us make it out
Had them killers outside who won't make it out
Had them killers outside, they'll tell you how
I been rollin' the swishers and I want the lord to help me

[Interlude]
Countin'
That foreign in here a Phantom
I'ma show who the rapper
Young nigga had manners
Fuck nigga who lyin'
Told 'em I'm real sorry
Give a fuck, nigga, I'm sorry

[Hook]
Oh, watching that overnight, overnight
overnight, overnight, overnight
I'm in the club with some real niggas
Sadness around me, how many niggas, they real shit
All of us make it out
Had them killers outside who won't make it out
Had them killers outside, they'll tell you how
I been rollin' the swishers and I want the lord to
Overnight, overnight, overnight, overnight, overnight
I'm in the club with some real niggas
Sadness around me, how many niggas, they real true
All of us make it out
Had them killers outside who won't make it out
Had them killers outside, they'll tell you how
I been rollin' the swishers and I want the lord to help me

desiigner - shooters

[intro]
Shooters, pull up with the shooters
Young nigga finna pull up with the shooters
Finna, finna, finna pull up, up, pull up
Hey!

[hook]
I'm finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
I'm finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, Knock your head off
Fall off with the ruger
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, Knock your head off
Fall off with the ruger
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, Knock your head off
Fall off with the ruger
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, Knock your head off
Fall off with the ruger

[verse]
I'm been ridin' with a couple hittas
And a couple hittas come and do ya
I be ridin' through the garvey block
And tellin' mike & boss to come and shoot ya
All about mula
Turn that 40 to the ruger
Turn the 40 to the 50
Turn the 60 to a shooter
You a 6 and you a loser
Droppin' ls for the loser
Heard them l niggas snitchin'
Free nick, he the shooter
Ivo you a bitch, you a loser
So when we catch you ass, we gon' snooze ya
Turnin'. 44 into the ruger

[hook]
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
I'm finna pull up with the shooters
40, Knock your head off
Fall off with the ruger
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, Knock your head off
Fall off with the ruger
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, Knock your head off
Fall off with the ruger

desiigner - zombie walk

[Intro: Desiigner]
Get out my way
Fuck nigga talk, get the fuck out my face
Chopper been loaded, the drum in our way
Drum on the K

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
I?m not letting no nigga g-get in my way
Fuck nigga talk, he get hit with the K
The chopper been loaded, the drum on the K
Thought I went crazy, but back in my way
You could get hit up, just watch what you say
Don't fuck with the 12, but got 12 in the gauge
Niggas getting hit up, bodies getting zipped up
Niggas start feelin' a couple of ways
Damian Lillard, blaze
Smoking on dope, haze
Flex on the bitch, Johnny Cage
Got infrared beam on the stage
The coco, the chronic, cocaine
Feelin? like I?m Lil Wayne
Lot of codeine, hid it from the from the gang
Hit it, hit it, hey
Chill in the trap for the winter
Pockets full of that dead nigga
Niggas be talking that wigga
I'ma keep stackin' my jigga
Lot of killers in the West
Young nigga tryna get up
Pick up, fall, get up
Pussy, fall get up
And I got bad bitch, she with me
Twisting my weed and she rolling my swisher
I got her mom in the kitchen
Bout to go in the back room with her sister
I?m the man, I?m the nigga
Niggas didn't know I?m that nigga
Some niggas not them real niggas
Got to watch out for them niggas

[Hook: Desiigner]
Zombiie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk
Zombiie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk

[Verse 2: King Savage]
I?m just smoking on dope and it's fucking my brains
I?m sipping on Henny, it got me enraged
I?m riding ?round town in them Rari?s and Range
Your bitch on my dick and she giving me play
Savage nigga, like to play with them things
He got a big missile, and he aiming for brains
I don?t trust niggas, all them niggas fugazi
I don?t shop on a budget, I?m just getting the cake
My niggas fucked up the cake
They do anything, they switching them lanes
I stay with Scottie Pippen
Leave your body limpin? when I find that you fucked with the Jakes
Pass me the K, bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
Bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
I?m sipping on Actavis
I call that doctor-drink
Nick Cannon, got the drum
I think that that the beat
I keep that thing on me
No you can?t hang with me
The chopper go bang with me
Them niggas can?t hang with me

[Hook: Desiigner]
Zombiie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk
Zombiie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombiie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombiie walk

desiigner - outlet

Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Oooooaahhhhhhh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Ooooo all the way it go
Oooooaahhhhhhh

Got that Ruger on me, jeweler on me
Mula on me, who the homie
You be talking shit, got that boss bitch
Boss bitch, hold on, I crashed the whip
Choppa gon' lay down a nigga
That's that O shit, boss shit
Ready to switch up
Got that new money
Blue money, ready to pick up
Like ooooooo, choppa gon' bury a nigga
I go get it how I live it
Talk shit, yeah nigga, talk is all a memory
The choppa hit, chalk shit, walk quick
Yeah niggas beefin' is all a memory
I let 'em hate, talk shit, talk shit
Yeah, nigga, this is all it did to me
More bottles, more bitches, more gold
More hoes, this is all a victory

Ballin' hard in my i8
Watch it swerve, keep my mind straight
Dip and dash, hit ya guy gate
Dip and dash, hit ya guy face
I be talking like I got a Rays Charles choppa
Yeah that's my blind date
You be talking like you B.I.G
You'll get crossed out, you ain't got faith
That's that guy snake
Watch out for that guy snake
Big bullets with the U-Haul truck
So we move his ass 'round my place
Move his ass over there and over there
Take his ass around (THLLLLLAH)
That's what happens when it's my state
Whip the glass 'til the pot break
Whip the glass, gotta watch snakes
Whip the glass, gotta watch jakes
Niggas coming fast, choppa whip his ass
Everybody gotta tryna buy plate
Everybody tryna whip the coke up
Get it back to the Tri-State
Get it back to the Tri-State
Get it back to the Tri-State
That's the rocket launcher or that golden Smithen
Smith and Wesson, it'll eject ya, golden hit ya
That them black and white, the pandas go and get ya
Got that gold watch
....with me, getting more liquor
She be paparazzin' with her tits out, getting more liquor
I be countin' money, gettin' cash
Yeah gettin' more jigga
Let me find out that you riding 'round with them broke niggas
Everybody riding town, yeah niggas gon' get ya
And they gon' hit ya
Fill you with holes, nigga

I done get it how I get it
Talk shit, yeah nigga, talk is all a memory
Smith and Wesson, it'll eject ya
Golden hit ya
That's the black and white, pandas gon' get ya

Got gold bottle with that stripper with me
Getting more liquor, more pigeons, more cash
More chicken
Dead niggas come through, gon' flip 'em
Old niggas own niggas, I'm my own nigga
I'm a king, welcome to the throne, nigga
Barreled up, hit you with the stones, nigga
Knock you out, Mr. Larry Holmes, nigga
Switch it up, clap you with the chrome, nigga
On the camera, hit you with the drones, nigga
Hot97 turn to Mac 11
Everybody worried 'bout me, get ya own, nigga

Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, fall out champion
Ball out champion, fall out champion
The war not never done
Ayy, ayy, ayy, true
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion
Ball like a champion, fall like a champion
Ball like a champion

desiigner - up

[Intro: Juicy J]
Shutthefuckup!

[Bridge: Three 6 Mafia]
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I been riding through the city
They tryna fuck my night up
A lot of shit that I hold down
It's time that I bring right up
I'ma get rich, get rich
And I'ma live it right up
It's a lot of shit that I hold down
I'ma bring it right up
They tryna fuck ya night up, I live it right up
I get it right up, I Iive it right up
I hold shit down, but pick it right up
Cause I live right up, I get it night up
I'ma get rich, get rich
Cause niggas living like us
I said, "Time to hold shit down"
But they gon' fuck the night up

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
Right up, right up
Pipe up, pipes up
Skype's up, sky's up
I see starts at no limit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm moving right up
Hold on, they can't stop us

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I been riding through the city
They tryna fuck my night up
A lot of shit that I hold down
It's time that I bring right up
I'ma get rich, get rich
And I'ma live it right up
It's a lot of shit that I hold down
I'ma bring it right up
They tryna fuck ya night up, I live it right up
I get it right up, I Iive it right up
I hold shit down, but pick it right up
Cause I live right up, I get it night up
I'ma get rich, get rich
Cause niggas living like us
I said, "Time to hold shit down"
But they gon' fuck the night up

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
I roll different
I stroll different
I keep it on me different
Yeah I pose different
My time lavish, my time lavish
Ms. Jackson, Tom Braxton
Super savage, super savage
Champion, I was there again
Time is one, living fun
Number 1

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I been riding through the city
They tryna fuck my night up
A lot of shit that I hold down
It's time that I bring right up
I'ma get rich, get rich
And I'ma live it right up
It's a lot of shit that I hold down
I'ma bring it right up
They tryna fuck ya night up, I live it right up
I get it right up, I Iive it right up
I hold shit down, but pick it right up
Cause I live right up, I get it night up
I'ma get rich, get rich
Cause niggas living like us
I said, "Time to hold shit down"
But they gon' fuck the night up

[Outro: Three 6 Mafia]
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up

desiigner - hood

desiigner - overseas

Ay, turn the music up for me, Chris
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Git, giti fucked your bitch, she a freak, huh
Nigga, I'm trapping all week, huh
I do a pill and can't eat, oh
I let a bitch rub my feet, ooh (Brrt)
I made a mill in a week, yeah (Yeah)
I bring the pints overseas, ooh
I spilled some lean on my sheets, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
Yeah

I fucked your bitch, she a freak, huh
Nigga, I'm trapping all week
I do a, I do a pill and can't eat (Ooh)
I let a bitch rub my feet, ooh
I made a mill in a week, yeah (Yeah)
I bring the pints overseas (Ooh, ooh)
I spilled some lean on my sheets, ooh (Brrt)

I fucked your bitch, call me Pablo, huh
Fucked me for a Instagram follow, huh
Demon, I drop the diablo, hmm (Damn, whoa)
I nut in her mouth and she swallow, huh (Huh?)
Trappin', I'm feeling like Pablo, huh
Choppers, they fill you with hollows (Ooh)
Bitch, I'm in Europe sipping on syrup
Look at my bust down, this baller alert (Damn)
I took her credit card out of her purse (Wow)
Bitch, I'm in Portugal off of a Perc (Ooh)
Ooh, damn, ooh, damn, ooh (Damn)
I got your mama on flats (Brrt)
Ooh, damn, ooh, damn (Huh?)
I took your bitch and you can't get her back (Nope)

I fucked your bitch, she a freak, huh
Nigga, I'm trappin' all week, huh
I do a pill and can't eat, oh
I let a bitch rub my feet, ooh (Brrt)
I made a mill in a week, yeah (Yeah)
I bring the pints overseas, ooh
I spilled some lean on my sheets, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
Yeah

I fucked your bitch, she a freak, huh
Nigga, I'm trappin' all week
I do a, I do a pill and can't eat (Ooh)
I let a bitch rub my feet, ooh
I made a mill in a week, yeah (Yeah)
I bring the pints overseas (Ooh, ooh)
I spilled some lean on my sheets, ooh

I just fucked your bitch
Fucked your bitch, now what up? (Git, git)
Diamonds on my wrist
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up (Yeah, nice, yeah)
If you ain't getting money
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up (Nuh-uh, huh)
Got your broad in the back
And the bitch getting fucked up (Yeah)
Fuck my P. O. (Fuck her)
And I'm still screaming out, "Free Greedo"
Auntie shipping out packs to Puerto Rico (Git)
Pull up in a all white Gucci tuxedo (Goddamn)
D. Rose, D. Rose, D. Rose
A. R. got a red dot like Cheetos (Grrah)
And I'm in a Pj, and I'm in a Pj
With five strippers and five kilos (No cap)

I fucked your bitch, she a freak, huh
Nigga, I'm trappin' all week, huh
I do a pill and can't eat, oh
I let a bitch rub my feet, ooh (Brrt)
I made a mill in a week, yeah (Yeah)
I bring the pints overseas, ooh
I spilled some lean on my sheets, ooh (Ooh, ooh)
Yeah

I fucked your bitch, she a freak, huh
Nigga, I'm trappin' all week
I do a, I do a pill and can't eat (Ooh)
I let a bitch rub my feet, ooh
I made a mill in a week, yeah (Yeah)
I bring the pints overseas (Ooh, ooh)
I spilled some lean on my sheets, ooh

desiigner - amen

Yeah
(Arnie Woods)
Yeah
Amen

Diamonds dance on me, hop in the [?] while I'm talkin' (I'm talkin') , huh
I got niggas in the clear, niggas trap with the trap walk in (Trap walk in) , huh
I know hitters that'll air a nigga block when the opps walk in (Opps walk in) , huh
Now I just ride in the Wraith, gotta thank God, amen (Amen) , huh
Try to fuck with me and my gang, nigga, no we not them (No we not them) , huh
Can't turn my back on my gang, huh yeah, I got them (Yeah, I got them) , huh
And all in my clique, huh, someone shot him (Someone shot him)
Seven niggas in my clique, huh, always got them (Thraah) , huh

Diamonds on me dancin', yeah, I'm from the bottom (From the bottom) , huh, huh
Every place I go, th? bitches know who I am (Know who I am) , huh, huh
Every fuckin' place I go, th? shooters know where I am (Know where I am) , huh, huh
Tried to run up on me, nigga, no I got them (Thraah) , huh, huh
Pillow in that Lamb', pillow in the [?] (Pillow in the [?] ) , huh, huh
Niggas say I sound like Future, huh, no, I'm not him (No, I'm not him)
Nigga, I am the future, huh, no more top ten (No more top ten) , huh
Nigga, I'm from New York where we get it poppin' (Get it poppin')
I got niggas in New York, yeah, my niggas grindin' (Niggas grindin')
Nigga go and state my humble shit, they're not tryin' (They're not tryin')
Young nigga gettin' that money too, know I've been gettin' that dollar (Gettin' that dollar)
I've been in and out of stores everyday, I've been dripped in Prada (Drip, drip)

Diamonds dance on me, hop in the [?] while I'm talkin' (I'm talkin') , huh
I got niggas in the clear, niggas trap with the trap walk in (Trap walk in) , huh
I know hitters that'll air a nigga block when the opps walk in (Opps walk in) , huh
Now I just ride in the Wraith, gotta thank God, amen (God, amen) , huh
Try to fuck with me and my gang, nigga, no we not them (No we not them) , huh
Can't turn my back on my gang, huh yeah, I got them (Yeah, I got them) , huh
And all in my clique, huh, someone shot him (Someone shot him)
Seven niggas in my clique, huh, always got them (Thraah)

The evil always tryna take my soul, I swear (Soul, I swear)
I made it out the trenches, thank the lord, amen (Lord, amen)
To be at the top, you gotta put days in (Days in)
They want me to fall off, it's no stoppin' (No stop)
I get it and I split it, yeah, that's no option (No option)
Niggas, they be switchin' up like seasons (Like seasons)
I'ma keep it real just for one reason (One reason)
Amen killed all my demons (Woah)

Diamonds dance on me, hop in the [?] while I'm talkin' (I'm talkin') , huh
I got niggas in the clear, niggas trap with the trap walk in (Trap walk in) , huh
I know hitters that'll air a nigga block when the opps walk in (Opps walk in) , huh
Now I just ride in the Wraith, gotta thank God, amen (God, amen) , huh
Try to fuck with me and my gang, nigga, no we not them (No we not them) , huh
Can't turn my back on my gang, huh yeah, I got them (Yeah, I got them) , huh
And all in my clique, huh, someone shot him (Someone shot him)
Seven niggas in my clique, huh, always got them (Thraah)

desiigner - molly

Huh?
Ooh, Bighead on the beat
Aye, Lil Pump, Lil Pump, Lil Pump, Aye
Ronny J, bitch

I got designer from head to my toe
I'm on a Xan and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I'm off that X and I just poured a 4
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean

Lil Pump rich, he finna get richer
I pop a bean, and fuck on your sister
Nut on her lip, and then you'll kiss her
Ice on my neck, it lookin' like glitter (brr brr)
I got designer from head to my feet (ooh)
I pop a X, so you know I be geek (damn)
Rocking Balmains and they all on my jeans (ooh)
I'm off the xans and I pour me some lean (Lil Pump)
I sell your mama some crack, she a fiend (huh?)
I crash the Porsche and I just left the scene (brr)
Dripping designer, Burberry my sweater
Lil Pump pull up (brr brr) , he changin' the weather
I pop a molly, I pop a bean
I fuck your bitch 'cause she down for the team
Jump in a car and hit you with the beam (huh)
I chug a pint and I just go to sleep

I got designer from head to my toe
I'm on a Xan and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I'm off that X and I just poured a 4
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I got designer from head to my toe
I'm on a Xan and my bitch on that coke
I got Givenchy all over my coat
I'm off that X and I just poured a 4
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean
I'm on the molly, I'm on the bean

desiigner - survivor

Survivor through the day
We gon' survive this, on the gang
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Baby, I ain't worried 'bout a thing
I've been through fire, fire, flame
Now I'm icy, Krispy Kreme
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Baby, I ain't worried 'bout a thing

I survived through the bottom
then I made it to the top (Top)
Now I got the white Wraith
with the cherry top (Cherry top)
And my boo, she get everything I got
(Thing I got)
The carnival, like basketball season, we ball out
They try to divide us like Biggie and Pac (Pac)
Nowaday the media
be tryna call the shots (Call the shots)
That fast scoop
yeah that demon I bring out (Skrrt, skrrt)
That mask too, if you act out, I spazz out

Numb to the way, I been through fire, flame
Gone again and gone through all that pain (Pain)
I had some niggas put some dirt up on my name
Baby, we can't separate (No)
I'm a Lambo driver, babe
I'm a stone cold survivor, babe
I wanna be free and fly miles away (Way)
Baby, we could fly far away (Way)

Survivor through the day
We gon' survive this, on the gang (Gang)
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Baby, I ain't worried 'bout a thing (No, no)
I've been through fire, fire, flame
Now I'm icy, Krispy Kreme (Ice)
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Baby, I ain't worried 'bout a thing

I see stores, they runnin' out of food
I been stayin' in the house
We say hospitals runnin' out of beds
The world is goin' in a drought (In a drought)
I just wanna make it out
And you know everything I do, yeah
ain't for clout
I just wanna make it out
We are the survivors, no we can't be stopped
(Stopped)
Praise out to them people up in Italy
on God (Praise on God)
We notice you, I give every prayer
I got (Prayer I got)
These prayers on you, we know family or we die
We see Trump on the news goin' crazy (Crazy)
Usa people goin' crazy (Crazy)
We just all 'tryna see another day
From this world, no, we ain't 'tryna separate

I just got me a Rari, babe
A house for us to party, babe
We gon' go out, we gon' celebrate
After this we gon' fly away (Fly away)

Survivor through the day
We gon' survive this, on the gang (Gang)
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Baby, I ain't worried 'bout a thing (No, no)
I've been through fire, fire, flame
Now I'm icy, Krispy Kreme (Ice)
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Baby, I ain't worried 'bout a thing

'Bout a thing
No, no

desiigner - diva

Cosmos

I'm ridin' late night with a bad ass diva, oh
She make a lot of money, I'ma keep her, oh
She keep me high as fuck like I smoke reefer, oh
A bad bitch and that money, I both need ya, oh
I'm ridin' late night with a bad ass diva, oh
She make a lot of money, I'ma keep her, oh
She keep me high as fuck like I smoke reefer, oh
A bad bitch and that money, I both need ya

We see the moonlight come, my roof, no ceiling, oh (Git)
We havin' good times and we catchin' feelings, oh (Git)
We 'bout to make out for no f'in reasons, oh (Hey)
You take your clothes off and you can't stop teasin' me (Woo)
In my drop-top Lambo', you just wanna be (Woo)
This a different lifestyle that I let you see (Git)
I can give you Chanel, give you double G's (Drip)
I can give you diamonds if you come with me (Ice)
We get freaky, we can do a little E (Git)
You can feel me even when I'm in your dreams, dreams
Ridin' with a diva overseas, seas
I put her in a Porsche, them brand new keys (Woo)

I'm ridin' late night with a bad ass diva, oh
She make a lot of money, I'ma keep her, oh (Git)
She keep me high as fuck like I smoke reefer, oh (Ayy)
A bad bitch and that money, I both need ya, oh (Oh, git)
I'm ridin' late night with a bad ass diva, oh (Woo)
She make a lot of money, I'ma keep her, oh (Git)
She keep me high as fuck like I smoke reefer, oh
A bad bitch and that money, I both need ya, oh

desiigner - slutty

(Ayy yo, 23slaughter)
Ooh

That's my, that's my slutty, yeah
She give, she give me cudi, yeah (that wet-wet)
That's my, that's my buddy, yeah
I be, ooh, into underwear (she take it off)
With my troops, we go anywhere
In that coupe, we dip out of here
Like I'm Houdini, make you disappear
Diamonds Fiji, make your bitches stare (she looking at me)

This shirt a stain on me
Really go out then she playing with me
I'm in the spot with the gang if you wanna get the thing on me
Nigga, you not with the gang, nigga, you not what you claiming with me

You better stay in your lane, bullshit staying with
That's my, that's my slutty, yeah
My dick, ooh, my dick her buddy, yeah
We on, ooh, that shit no funny, yeah
Pretty girl, we want no ugly, yeah (Hell no)

That's my, that's my slutty, yeah
She give, she give me cudi, yeah (that wet-wet)
That's my, that's my buddy, yeah
I be, ooh, into underwear (she take it off)
With my troops, we go anywhere
In that coupe, we dip out of here
Like I'm Houdini, make you disappear
Diamonds Fiji, make your bitches stare (she looking at me)

desiigner - hate me now

Ayy (Feelin' myself, ayy)
So this what they've been waiting for?
Waiting a long time for this shit (Thraah)

You gon' hate me now 'cause your bitch love my style (Style)
You gon' hate me now 'cause my niggas livin' wild (Wild)
You gon' hate me now, I see an opp and I go "Bow" (Thraah, git)
You gon' hate me now, I make your bitch keep goin' down (Goin' down)
We goin' crazy now because they tryna take us out (Take us out)
Shorty a wetty, keepin' it ready, you know I gotta dig her out (Wait)
We goin' crazy now because there's money around (All around)
We got the broads bouncin' that ass like they tryna break the ground (Git)

You gon' hate me now because you're fuckin' with the sound (Sound)
We had to get it, go through the bottom, then the top got found (Uh-huh)
You know my niggas like no pigs, we don't like them around ('Round)
I like me an eater, I do not keep her, she just bust shit down (Down)
I got demons, I got angels 'round my town (My town)
She wanna be on that demon time every time
I just fuck with Instagram 'cause it gave me clout (Clout)
And I gotta watch out for the opps 'cause they tried to take me out (Thraah)

You gon' hate me now 'cause your bitch love my style (Style)
You gon' hate me now 'cause my niggas livin' wild (Wild)
You gon' hate me now, I see an opp and I go "Bow" (Thraah, git)
You gon' hate me now, I make your bitch keep goin' down (Goin' down)
We goin' crazy now because they tryna take us out (Take us out)
Shorty a wetty, keepin' it ready, you know I gotta dig her out (Wait)
We goin' crazy now because there's money around (All around)
We got the broads bouncin' that ass like they tryna break the ground (Git)

desiigner