Gassed Up lyrics - Kid Ink

Okay

One big chain but it feel like 2 doe

Big ass whip, they don't make it in a two-door

Two big blunts to the head like a tumor

Steady laughing to the bank

Bitch I got a lot of humor

See you gassed up, don't be a hype beast

I look around, niggas dressed just like me

I pull the same hoes in a white tee

Shine bright, diamonds need a fucking ice tray

Eyesight gone, I'm a fuckin' liability

Life's been a bitch since I took that ho's virginity

I lost my emotions, can't find sympathy

High off life and can't nobody intervene

Bitch I'm blowing up like AP Chemistry

Feels like a menace since I went in on my enemies

Never gave a fuck 'bout a sucka nigga anyway

That heater on the dresser, still trynna find my inner peace

Now you don't wanna see me unleash my inner beast

R.I.P. the club in loving memory

Wake up in the morning and I can't remember anything

Probably shouldn't have drank with my stomach so empty

Shit I'm wilding, see it in my face

See the keys if it drop you should get up out the way

Man I'm sitting on the world looking into outer space

Sitting around you squares got me feeling outta shape

It's Alumni bitch, know I repping to the grave

ATM pull the pin out like the grenade

And money rain all on that ass like a bidet

This Bat Gang bang, got them throwing up that OK

All up in your face, in your face like olé

I'm just getting started but the game is fucking OV

Hit you with that fire baby, right off up the stove top

Meet me at the Shell, Mobil or the Chevron, bitch I

See you gassed up, don't be a hype beast

I look around, niggas dressed just like me

I pull the same hoes in a white tee

Shine bright, diamonds need a fucking ice tray

I said it's Rocketshipshawty, Kid Ink baby, K.I

Call me by my name but don't call me in the daytime

I don't really skate but I got these bitches in line

Know you niggas thought I would've changed when the deal signed

Up all night, take a look into my pale eyes

Gotta keep it G till my mothafuckin' demise

Whip it, whip it hard, can't park this ho

'Bout to buy a crib big as a department store

I ain't scared of nobody and I don't know no other way

Them dudes you with is nobody's, we shutting down the VIP

Table full of baddies bunch of Rihannas and Beyonces

Nigga played his cards right, all I got is ace of spades

'Bout to hit a homerun, bases loaded, safe to say

I been fuckin' on one, you just finally seen today

Gassed up, gassed gassed up

Get The Fuck Out lyrics - Kid Ink

Out, said I'ma need you to get the fuck up

Or, so don't sit around

Ay, what you came for?

Know I came with my niggas and the bank roll

Sorry I ain't tryna sound like an A-hole

But I don't need you acting like a stank ho, ay ho

Straight up tryna figure out your angle

It could be the heels fucking up your ankles

Now ain't nobody mad at you but

Just wanna see that ass on you go

Up, bust it back and forth

With your attitude don't take it personal

Cash up face down with your purse on the floor

V.I.P. player I'm the person to know

I said

Why you even, out, with an attitude

You know I'm tryna wild, so don't sit around

Don't sit around, or I'ma need you to get out

So don't sit around or I'ma need you to get the fuck out

And quit it with the bullshit

Always tryna play it cool whip

When, a nigga wetter than a pool dip

Almost done with the full fifth

You was good at first and then you full flip

I'ma need you to get out

Club going up I don't need you to sit down

Tryna get high go on pass that shit round

Be, careful when you hit it

And you should drink lesser of that Henney

Let me get champagne for the champions

You ain't gotta worry about a damn thing

When, you fucking with a nigga

Heavy now she fucking with a nigga

Check my wrist it's a Rollie on mine

And you could be doing something better with your time

I said

Why you even, out, with an attitude

You know I'm tryna wild, so don't sit around

Don't sit around, or I'ma need you to get out

So don't sit around or I'ma need you to get the fuck out

Hear Them Talk (Freestyle) lyrics - Kid Ink

You people have been chosen

To reveal our existence to the world

You will witness what happens here today, and you will tell of it later

Yeah, Uh, Weed in the blunt, bitch in my lap

I can hear them talk, we ain't worried bout that, though (no)

No, you ain't gotta front (front), had the time of your life

You know how that go (yeah), do it just how I like

You-you-you know what it is on sight: Alumni batgang; up all night

Niggas smell like pussies, act like dykes

Better watch yo hand cause I just might bite (Uh)

Beat up the beat

Hook to the left, uppercut to the right

I'm the shit, better get a wet wipe

And cuff yo chick, lock down yo wife, now what?

Shoe box money, I don't need a bank

Got a 9 millimeter, I don't need a safe

Bitch it's Up and Away, I don't need a cape

But I'm ready for the rapture like Anita Baker

Molly got my face turned

Feeling like a bad boy right before Mase turn

Bitch I'm goin' in, cutting lines, I don't wait turns

Smoking on that Kill Bill, make her sign a waiver, then I give that ho the vapors

Now you will receive us

We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry

We do not want your tired and sick

It is your corrupt

It is your evil that will be sucked by us

Yeah, Uh, Weed in the blunt, bitch in my lap

I can hear them talk, we ain't worried bout that, though (no)

No, you ain't gotta front (front), had the time of your life

You know how that go (yeah), do it just how I like

I got a bitch in the back, got a ho in the front

Two at the same damn time, both rolling a blunt

Their red eyes looking like that time of the month

Said money talking and these motherfuckers sound like monks

Tell them, they ain't saying much

Up late, but it's looking like lunch

I make in a week, in a month, in a day, what you motherfuckers make in a lifetime

Got your girl in my eyesight, and I'm all in her iPod

Say, she see me on HotNewHipHop "You is a motherfucking icon"

Hold up shawty

These are not polite suggestions. These are

Roll up

Cause of behavior

And those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost

There are varying degrees of evil

Up and Away yeah!

Filth

Not to push the bounds and cross

Woo

Into true corruption, into our domain

June 12th

But if you do

One day you will look

I said

You will see we three

HotNewHipHop what up

We will send you towards ever god, you wish

Bitch!

His & Hers lyrics - Kid Ink

Might just trip

Is she had enough

Then take your side

And fight one for you

We like the strip

Slay the blunt

Made of mine

Now she loyal

Hang around all my fokes'

Cool with my all bro's

She got all the codes

Sing how I get my dough

She know they board

Said my probs

So I ain't never gotta share mine

Ain't no prob' let it show

With my chain, let it glow

And shine

Cop that his and hers for the time (ahh)

Don't gotta keep no tabs

Send her to get the bags

I just got to ask

Is that your girl?

That's your chick

She don't hold me I might just trip

Hold shit down

That's so chill

Know the story, I'm not gon' tell

Might fuck up and wants you to fail

She don't want you to write no poems

Get her to the room and write them all

Might just trip

Is she had enough

Then take your side

And fight one for you

We like the strip

Slay the blunt

Made of mine

Now she loyal

Yeah

Gotta show you some respect

Celebrating with my whip

I pull up and hit the deck

Yeah

Give me more and nothing less

Ain't no question know what's next

I roll up she pass the test

Made of mine (ya)

Help turn me from a k9

Hit the Molly tell her lose her mind

Chanel just came out with that new design

I said

That's just what she has for me

Shawty ride or die me

Remind me of my Chevrolet

Ain't never been scared

Might kick a bitch like Kevin gates (ahh)

Don't gotta keep no tabs

Send her to get the bags

I just got to ask

Is that your girl?

That's your chick

She don't hold me I might just trip

Hold shit down

That's so chill

Know the story, I'm not gon' tell

Might fuck up and wants you to fail

She don't want you to write no poems

Get her to the room and write them all

Might just trip

Is she had enough

Then take your side

And fight one for you

We like the strip

Slay the blunt

Made of mine

Now she loyal

Holy Grail lyrics - Kid Ink

Sippin' from this holy grail

I get motivated by myself

The hustle made it hard to fail

Everybody rolling gon' prevail

I just made another sell

Product falling off the scale

Money got me on the spell

Follow me I lead the trail

Can't nobody help me back

Back against the wall, 'bout to make it crack

Numbers never lyin', I got all the facts

I been on the grind like I popped a X

Talking to God, he said it's all a test

Give it some time and I handle all the rest

I been going through some problems, I could tell all the press

But I need more than a minute to get it off my chest, yeah

Well need no help from y'all

Been a minute since you hit me with a text or a call, wait

Now I'm on here I got the beam on the target

I promise that you niggas never see me cold hearted

Get it before now watch me take it to ten

I had a milli in hand before the label was in

Just got to stick to the plan and keep it real with the fans

I took a hit on the chin, they'll never get me again

Sippin' from this holy grail

I get motivated by myself

The hustle made it hard to fail

Everybody rolling gon' prevail

I just made another sell

Product falling off the scale

Money got me on the spell

Follow me I lead the trail

I don't need no GPS

'Cause now I'm seeing shit clearer than VVS

Still on my way to the top and I seen the best fall

I never left just had to clean up the mess, oh yeah yeah

Nigga just read 'em, I'm about to feed 'em

Feeling like a slave, I been fighting for my freedom

They be throwin' curves, watch me hit the shit like Jeter

Tryna get that cape, but revenge is even sweeter

Don't trip I got it

Man losing is not a topic

I know that I got the product

They let me go, where's the problem?

We made this shit from the bottom

But quit it baby I'm not him

The way that I came up out here

Was never gon' be forgotten

Sippin' from this holy grail

I get motivated by myself

The hustle made it hard to fail

Everybody rolling gon' prevail

I just made another sell

Product falling off the scale

Money got me on the spell

Follow me I lead the trail

How Would You Like It lyrics - Kid Ink

How would you like it if I spent some time?

If I made you mine, if I eased your mind?

How would you like it?

How would you like it?

How would you like if I spent some time?

Made you mine? Ease your mind?

How would you like it

How would you like it

I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah

Do you need me sittin' on the phone, girl?

Company when you all alone, girl

You wanna leave, we could get flown

I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah

You the type like takin' chances

Hit the mall when you gettin' fancy

New diamonds are break dancin' (Ay)

Just let me know how you like it

Can't read your mind, not a psychic

Let me know how to walk in the night, yeah

Big energy, charged up like a Titan

Big fish, no Pisces

We could take a trip somewhere on a private

Fuckin' on a island, can't stay silent

Casa and the zaza for your highness

How would you like it if I spent some time?

If I made you mine, if I eased your mind?

How would you like it?

How would you like it? (Let's go)

How would you like if I spent some time?

Made you mine? (Yeah) Ease your mind

How would you like it

How would you like it (Hey)

I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah

If you tryna do this forever

Girl you looking into something better

Never know till that shit gone (Gone)

I wanna know, I wanna know, yeah

Can we turn nothing into something? (Yeah)

One touch turn into fuckin' (Oh yeah)

Say your friends that she gotta go

Quick fast, whip splash, big tabs, hit Hermes

Eenie-miny-moe when she pick her bags (Yeah)

I just did a show and I picked up cash

Tell her ain't no limit like Hershey

Belle Route when you thirsty

Just let me know if you worth it

I can put my name on it like a jersey

How would you like it if I spent some time?

If I made you mine, if I eased your mind?

How would you like it?

How would you like it?

How would you like if I spent some time

Made you mine? Ease your mind

Insane lyrics - Kid Ink

Yo, First off haters fuck em

No bedtime stories but you know somebody tuckin'

As my dough gets nice they just come by the dozen

But them hoes still love me like my name John Tucker

'Bout to serve these niggas

But I ain't the butler

They just look like food

So I treat em like supper

What it is..whats up

We're talking slick like butter

Cause my name my ring bells, let me in bzz..buzzer

For I kick in the door like the late B.I

If it ain't about B.I. then I will not respond

Nine o'clock tea time

No I never punched out so I don't got free time

Takin' straight shots at niggas think that I need ..?

Gotta list fulla haters get behind the line

With my middle fingers up and its an obvious sign

That I ain't even transform in my optimus prime

What I do they gon' do like bin laden is high

When I come through you know it's going down bitch sly

We rollin' up that sticky icky

Feel like my shit slime

Everywhere we go we smell like prime

I'm fly yah two z's from heaven

When you see me in the club its 2k11

And how dare a muthafucker say my flow is elementary

I could really give two f's like fendi

We ain't goin' nowhere

Nigga see you in a century

Yeah I been in the hood please go all the way to century

I'm a real muthafucker and you just a mirage

Three blunts in the air you could call it a minage

On my passport swag, bookin' shows in mulan

And I ain't even got a deal but my hand is lookin' strong

And I ain't done tryin' to write more songs than songs

Thank God that I'm alive

Praise 'em up they long crash landed in the game bout to call 'em out home

Can't nobody tell me what I did wrong

But they say that I'm insane

A little crazy, bitch I'm gettin' paid

Money never change me, I put that on the range and that mercedes jukin? in my lane

But you chase me

Baby I'm insane

A little crazy bitch I'm gettin' paid

Money never change me, I put that on the range and that mercedes jukin? in my lane

But you chase me if you wanna

But I'm a goner

Yeah, I said I'm a goner

Just Chill lyrics - Kid Ink

Just Chill

Party gackin, roller backin, just chill

Fuck her, everybody acting, just chill

You keep trackin what I'm packin, just chill

Girl I know you want some action, just chill

Baby just wait till we solo, just chill

J' try to keep it on the low low, just chill

Cuz we got time all night, just chill

I know whats going through your mind

I know exactly what you thinkin bout, babe

It's gona be a minute before we leavin now, jus wait

You talkin dirty dirty like the south

I said you better watch the next thing comin out your mouth

Using all your little movements grab on my Ksubis, that ain't no illusion

This just ain't the time baby, I and I refusin

Everybody looking like they'll get a room n', wait

Girl just hit the blunt, we don't roll no runs

We like Jay and B always on the run

I see all the signs, later I'ma make you mine

You so fuckin fine but don't get out of line

Just Chill

Party gackin, roller backin, just chill

Fuck her, everybody acting, just chill

You keep trackin what I'm packin, just chill

Girl I know you want some action, just chill

Baby just wait till we solo, just chill

J' try to keep it on the low low, just chill

Cuz we got time all night, just chill

I know whats going through your mind

I know whats going through it

We been going through it

Might just let her do it

She lives the fast life

My little bad vibe

Her louie off white

Bikram keep that ass tight

Gave her that magic stick

Her mouth do magic tricks

Shawty a sex addict

But she the best at it

Girl you a real savage

Dancin just like Megan thee Stallion

Watch you hit the challenge

Rockin my medallion

Said I'm almost in the mood

Sippin on this bel-la-roo

Tryin to shoot we can salute

Thats some shit I can't refuse, oouu

Girl you know I got some work to do

How you think I bought those birkin and those merkin shoes

Girl don't give me no ultimatums, girl it hurt to choose

I already know the problems this could turn into, so

Just Chill

Party gackin, roller backin, just chill

Fuck her, everybody acting, just chill

You keep trackin what I'm packin, just chill

Girl I know you want some action, just chill

Baby just wait till we solo, just chill

J' try to keep it on the low low, just chill

Cuz we got time all night, just chill

I know whats going through your mind

I know whats going through it

You been going through it

Might just let her do it (yeah yeah)

(Rocketship shawty)

Keep It Rollin Pt. 2 lyrics - Kid Ink

Rocketship shawty

Don't you hesitate to light it up lil' mama

Woohoo

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Girl I love it when you roll me one

Pack the bag lil' baby know what's up

I got my queen and play the royal flush

Just look up in the sky, yeah, you know what's up

Ridin' in that rocket feelin' like the jets

Topless let your hair blow out the 911, woah

Every time I swerve baby grab the cup

One hand on the wheel, one hand on her butt

That's the way we slidin', that's my ride or die bi'

We been on some high shit, don't know where the time went

I'm your push up baby which you want and I supply it

Don't get too excited (Oh yeah)

Just

Go and take another hit and hold it

Baby she's just like one of the homies

Let it out your mouth but do it slowly

Girl we never stop, just keep it rollin'

Lipstick all over the blunt, aye (All over the blunt, aye)

Don't you hesitate to light it up, lil' mama

Looking like the playmate of the month, aye

Ridin' in a hotbox, feelin' like a sauna

Blow it fast, so we don't slow dance

We hit the strip club

She help me throw bands

Don't waste your time tryna take me

You got no chance

Shawty got my name tatted on a flower plant (Shawty)

Let's leave, somewhere we can Jetski

Sittin' by the palm trees, smoking on the best weed

When I get you home, let her show ya how I test weeds

Baby love it OG, no [?]

We keep it roooooll-roooll (Go ahead)

Aye, said every time we get together think I might OD?

In the whip hands free, you're my backseat freak (Freak)

That's the way we slidin', that's my ride or die bi'

We been on some high shit, don't know where the time went

I'm your push up baby which you want and I supply it

Don't get too excited (Oh yeah)

Just

Go and take another hit and hold it

Baby she's just like one of the homies

Let it out your mouth but do it slowly

Girl we never stop, just keep it rollin'

Lipstick all over the blunt, aye (All over the blunt, aye)

Don't you hesitate to light it up, lil' mama

Looking like the playmate of the month, aye

Ridin' in a hotbox, feelin' like a sauna

Ohhhohh

Girl I love it when you roll me one

Woohoo

Lipstick all over the blunt, aye

What you doing lil' mama?

Kiss The Sky lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Hit Wxnder)

[Kid Ink:]

Ah, yeah

Ah, yeah

Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt

Hop inside the leather, soft as fur

Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)

Go 'head push the button, baby

Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss

Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is

Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip

The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip (Yeah)

Ring on the fist (Fist)

Look like we won us a championship (Yeah)

I never switch (No), some niggas flip

Really ain't know how to handle this shit

Shootin' my shot, They see the skirt

Took over risk. tryna get rich

Rockstar livin', was signing them tits (Ayy)

Rappin' this shit, I was blessed with a gift (Ayy)

Put on my haters, the city is back

Live by the code, die by the flags

Stop with the chat, all of it's cap

Keep throwin' jabs, I'ma react

I got a girl but you all on my dick

You wouldn't know how to handle my bitch

I get her Chanel like it's Christmas, got everything on her wish list

That Porsche Gold, two double O

Watch out, I run 'em over

Fake niggas, they come and go

Real ones, they run low, woah

Everything covered in gold

Me and the money don't fold

This shit'll never get old (No)

Game will forever be told (Aw yeah)

Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt (Yeah)

Hop inside the leather, soft as fur

Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)

Go 'head push the button, baby

Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss

Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is

Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip

The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip

[Hit Wxnder:]

I never switch up, never switch up on my brodies

Your girl tryna be my one and only

Why you all in the club actin' like you know me? (Know me)

Just 'cause I got a check, now all these lil' bitches, they on me (That's facts)

But I cannot fuck with a fake (That's facts)

Bitch, get out of my face (That's facts)

I do not want you, I'm straight (Ooh ooh)

You want me back, it's too late (Late)

My wrist is wet like a lake

I don't care, I let 'em hate (Ooh ooh)

I pulled up with a clique and you know we won't stop, lil' bitch (Pulled up with a clique)

Started from the bottom like Drake but I'm headed to the top, lil' bitch

Every since I got rich, these hoes all on my dick (On my dick, yeah)

He tried to take my girl but nobody could take my bitch (Can't take my bitch, yeah)

[Kid Ink:]

Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt

Hop inside the leather, soft as fur

Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)

Go 'head push the button, baby

Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss

Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is

Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip

The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip

Let It Go lyrics - Kid Ink

I let go, but I cling

To a love I've never seen

Give me faith

It feels like I've just opened the doors

I steal although nothing ever comes for free

This world is watching me

But I wake up in the morning thinking fuck it all

Fucking raw

I feel so fucking tall

That they just look like ants and I can crush 'em all

I'm a beast with a bark like a dozen dogs

Only time I see the sun is when the money call

Who's in charge? You can put that on my credit card

Money over bitches I don't need 4 hoes to set it off

But there's a couple things that's on my chest I need to get em off

I'm just being honest niggas can't touch me like granny old china

I'm the tyrant, baby T-Rex

Fuck walking I can run this shit in three steps

I let go, but I cling

To a love I've never seen

Give me faith

It feels like I've just opened the doors

I steal although nothing ever comes for free

This world is watching me

Crazy world, full of fame addicts

I spent a couple hundred on a straight jacket

Trying to get high, each and every day

Hit this and a nigga might fly away

I think I'm Bruce Wayne, Batman

On these niggas heads, like a CAT scan

Dominate like Pac-Man

You in a hole, where Shaq stand

I'm a madman, fucking smiley face

Only thing I know, is to annihilate

All competition, I'm at a steady pace

In this human race it's nothing new to take

I let go, but I cling

To a love I've never seen

Give me faith

It feels like I've just opened the doors

I steal although nothing ever comes for free

This world is watching me

Yeah

So I'mma just roll up another one

And let time fly

Oh yeah

Fuck you haters!

Look up

See me?

I let go, but I cling

To a love I've never seen

Give me faith

It feels like I've just opened the doors

I steal although nothing ever comes for free

This world is watching me

Live Forever lyrics - Kid Ink

Through the storm and the weather

I wish I could live forever

Ever and ever, they ain't no stoppin'

Know that my name is gon' live forever

Forever and ever, we here forever

Forever and ever, we here forever

Through the storm and the weather

Now this shit can't get no better

I wish I could live forever

We put all this together

Ain't no game they can sell us

We been doin' this forever

Livin' proof, ain't a spoof

Told me "Lace my boots", they look better loose

'Bout to go to war, got some new recruits

Limit is the sky, we went though the roof

Lookin' at the moon runnin' through the plan

Niggas thought they knew my moves, I just switched the hands

Gotta stay ready when this shit hit the fan

Givin' them pressure, I'm on my shit again

Many men, try but they can't come against me

Seen them niggas make history, but now they history

Live they life, paint the picture like Da Vinci

Ain't no hype, I be ridin' 'til the tank is empty

Through the storm and the weather

Now this shit can't get no better

I wish I could live forever

We put all this together

Ain't no game they can sell us

We been doin' this forever

Forever and ever

They ain't no stoppin' this shit

Know that my name is gon' live forever

Forever and ever, we here forever

Forever and ever, we here forever

Like diamonds

Promise the shit we doin' is timeless

The time is no better to put the grind in

You signed up, now all you doin' is whinin'

Findin' that most of these niggas fake, the fuck

They must have drank the cup

But I been wake as fuck

A nigga breaks is stuck

I'm 'bout to go and get it

'Cause they ain't givin' it to us, but baby don't let it

Don't let it, don't let it, don't let it

Don't let it, don't let it, don't let it

Don't let it, don't let it, don't let it

Don't let it, don't let it, don't let it

Ayy, don't let it get to your head

Misery accompanying, man that shit almost spread

I had to stay away from niggas, quarantine at the crib

Still wake up in the morning like this life is a trip

Through the storm and the weather

Now this shit can't get no better

I wish I could live forever

We put all this together

Ain't no game they can sell us

We been doin' this forever

Forever and ever

They ain't no stoppin' this shit

Know that my name is gon' live forever

Forever and ever, we here forever

Forever and ever, we here forever

Main Chick (Chris Brown & Tyga Remix) lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Chris Brown & Tyga)

[Chris Brown:]

I told her "fuck that nigga"

(Mustard on the beat ho)

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

[Kid Ink:]

We sitting in the back of the club

Table got a rope in the front (I don't know ya)

Uhh you looking real familiar, I could just be a lil' drunk

I don't know your name, it's a goddamn shame

I don't know how to explain it for ya

But, girl, I'm just saying

If you got a man back home, I don't know him

What, just keep it on the hush

Pocket full of trees, don't beat around the bush

Walk on green, I can even hear the putt

K.O shawty when I hit her with a punchline

Get a couple shots when it's crunch time

Ducking from my ex like a one time

Throw a sign when you really tryn' go

Got the car parked right at the door

[Chris Brown:]

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

[Tyga:]

AHHH

A-all on my line with the same text

Fresh off the P.Jet trynna get your pussy wet

You super ready, shawty I know that

If homie got a problem, we address him, tell him hold that

Toat that

All my niggas flame up the yoda

We could leave in the roaster

Doing shit you ain't suppose ta

Rozzay, rolex, sex in your new Lex

Got a lot of condos I could put you in one

Ahhh

T-raw I'm something like your papi now, she getting use to me

She happy now, watching bridesmaids, think she got it made now

Ass up, face down, puff, pass the weed around

Young hitter, she just wanna doggy style

Pumping snoop album now, balling on the balcony

What's your name.. Natalie

I ain't even asking ya, I just know you bad as fuck

BUT I DON'T

[Chris Brown:]

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

[Kid Ink:]

Nah, and you don't know my name, no

Just in case you' the feds, I don't know ya

Uh I might'a poured you a drink

But don't let it go to your head

I know why you... came

Tryna be my main chick (yeah)

Passenger side when I lane switch

Top back, two seats only

Ain't no room for your friends, I don't know them

We just seizing the moment

Up all night, throw a deuce to the morning (wait)

Fly mo'fucka, everything is imported (wait)

Don't try to act too important

I know your game

You got a gang of niggas, all over you

But you all over here, on me (on me)

Girl, I ain't tryna dog ya (nope)

Bad bitch only thing I'll call you

[Chris Brown:]

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

Baby, why you playin'? You heard my name

I know why you came

She gon' gimme that brain so we can do our thang

Let's do that thang

What you thinking 'bout me taking you down, yeah

I can be your man when he's not around, yeah

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

Main Chick (Remix) lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Chris Brown, French Montana, Yo Gotti, Tyga & Lil Bibby)

[Chris Brown:]

I told her "fuck that nigga"

(Mustard on the beat ho)

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came...

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

[Kid Ink:]

Said, "I don't know you" playing

But I know you came all the way to the bus so you more than a fan

Tryna get a picture, I'm just saying

Need a photobomb for that Instagram

Woah, went to get high, got a blunt rolled

I know I see you in the front row, tryna get all my attention

Throwing your back got me reminiscing

Hotel right around the corner, no mission

Hoes tell real freaks play they position

Straight to the benches, get too foul

Just make a decision, is you down?

Lights out, I had way too much to drink

All these girls look like the same chick

But I don't know one thing

[Chris Brown:]

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came...

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

[French Montana:]

You know he's a lame, come around with the game

Slick Rick chain, shawty wanna be my main

Plane to the boat then the boat to the plane

26 on a ride fill up both lanes

Talk, go outside, we be sitting in the paint

Shawty wanna know my name, but you know my name

Montana what they call me, champagne, caviar

Doors up, panites off, and you know I put my city up

You know my name, Montana

(Mustard on the beat ho)

[Chris Brown:]

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came...

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

[Tyga:]

All on my line with the same text

Fresh off the P.Jet trynna get your pussy wet

You super ready, shawty I know that

If homie got a problem, we address him, tell him hold that

Tote that, all my niggas flame up the yoda

We could leave in the roaster

Doing shit you ain't suppose ta

Rozzay, rolex, sex in your new Lex

Got a lot of condos I could put you in one

T-raw I'm something like your papi now, she getting use to me

She happy now, watching bridesmaids, think she got it made now

Ass up, face down, puff, pass the weed around

Young hitter, she just wanna doggy style

Pumping snoop album now, balling on the balcony

What's your name, Natalie

I ain't even asking ya, I just know you bad as fuck

But I don't...

[Chris Brown:]

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came...

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

[Yo Gotti:]

She want the bad, want the Cad

Want the key to the pad, want the lab now that's a yellow flag

Black and white jet, shit look like an oreo

Shawty met your homie, so you know how the story go

Gunned it, ooh kill em, talkin' Terio

I'm a street nigga, so you know the scenario

I can't trust these hoes, I can't do it

Shawty she a thot, already done been through it

I want a real chick, I can chill with, count a mil with

His and her's rollies and Glocks, that's that real shit

I don't want your IG or your Twitter

Just want you for the night but don't be bitter

[Chris Brown:]

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came...

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

[Lil Bibby:]

Shawty see a young nigga gettin' money

She don't even know me and she talkin' 'bout she love me

Laughin' to the bank, man that shit so funny

She know I'm a big dog, nigga, you a little puppy

Man, hoes all in my section, you a man, she said it to her best friend

Mess around you will get a ten, get back 'fore you meet my Smith and Wesson

Ay, like shawty what it is though? Shout to the spot, I'mma text you the info

I'm with my niggas so make sure you bring some friends ho

I call her nanny how she pick up on her kids though

[Chris Brown:]

I don't know your name, but you've heard my name

I know why you came...

Tryna get that name, but you've heard my name

Girl I know you wanna be my main chick, my main chick

I said fuck whoever you came with, who you came with

I told her "Fuck that nigga"

(I don't know ya)

Make Some Friends lyrics - Kid Ink

I-I-ISM

Yeah

Let's make some friends (Woo)

Switch up your plans tonight (Tonight, night, night, night)

Lift up my hands (Yeah)

Forgive my sins tonight (Tonight, night, night, night)

I'm just tryna find the one that hold me down just like some kryptonite (Hey)

Light or dark, I'm mixin' liquors (Woo), give me fuckin' right

Can barely stand, lift up my hands, forgive my sins tonight

This here one night to remember ('member)

All that shit that I be doin' probably gon forget 'em

Nah, this ain't no gimmick

Room spinnin' like a fidget

Call me inker too, man tailor any time you need your fix

I got one screw loose

Doin' loops in a coupe

Blueberry soda, I mix with a deuce

Nigga, no cappin' unless it's the shrooms

Way that we eatin', ain't missing no fools

Sittin' up high with a incredible views

I had to grab it and pass my boo

She call me daddy, it's pappy to you

Let's make some friends (Woo)

Switch up your plans tonight (Yeaaah, yeahhh)

Lift up my hands (Eh eh eh eh)

Forgive my sins tonight tonight (Woo, ooo, ooo, ooo)

I'm just tryna find the one that hold me down just like some kryptonite (Krypt!)

Light or dark, I'm mixin' liquors (Woo), give me fuckin' right

Can barely stand, lift up my hands, forgive my sins tonight

You know what we on

All the lights lookin' neon

Everything gon' be free, oh

Sucka shit, what I'm free on

Might blackout in this party

And wake up in a Bugatti (Yeah)

Mixin' water with molly (Yeah)

Got me feelin' so godly (Yeah)

Said I know the liquor ain't even to blame

Minute I thought I was feeling like Bane

We gettin' high like it's drown the pain

She want that sugar that's straight from cane

I knew the play 'fore they drew it up

She needs a chaser to chew it up

Girl, we can split it, the two of us

Who with us?

Let's make some friends (Yeah)

I brought my kin (Yeah)

Based on my limbs (Yeah)

It's kickin' in (Yeah)

Let's make some friends (Yeah)

Baby, I'm him (Yeah)

Could barely attend (Yeah)

Who want a ten (Yeah)

Let's make some friends (Go!)

Switch up your plans tonight (Yeahh yeaa )

Lift up my hands (Aye eh eh eh girl!)

Forgive my sins tonight (Woo, ooo, ooo, ooo)

I'm just tryna find the one that hold me down just like some kryptonite (Krypt!)

Light or dark, I'm mixin' liquors (Woo), give me fuckin' right

Can barely stand, lift up my hands, forgive my sins tonight

Miami lyrics - Kid Ink

Neezy

I took a molly in Miami, that's a wet dream (Wet dream)

Rippin' through the water on the jetski, yeah (Jetski)

Spent the night at Tootsies, got the best sleep, yeah

While I watch you politic an' with a bestie, yeah

I just got back to LA up on a jet stream

Hear the money talking through the chest piece

Wish they'd free my dawg, that's a pet peeve

I'mma still be here where you left me

(Where you left)

Catch me speedin' through the city like I'm runnin' late (Runnin' late)

If they pull me over, tell' em don't spray

Tryna make a play, it's been a slow day

(Slow day)

Fell in love with money, that's my soulmate

Duckin' through the melee

M-I-A on vay-cay

Drink so much need AA

Friday just like day-day

Niggas try hop on the wave, get your durag

Made this money, still the same

Thought you knew that, baby

I got all them hoes loose, on the cloud like Goku

Tell me how you runnin' shit when I'm the one you go through

Niggas fake as tofu

Hunnids I just count through

We can get it poppin' babe, just make sure that you don't chew up

I took a molly in Miami, that's a wet dream (Wet dream)

Rippin' through the water on the jetski, yeah (Jetski)

Spent the night at Tootsies, got the best sleep, yeah

While I watch you politic an' with a bestie, yeah

I just got back to LA up on a jet stream

Hear the money talking through the chest piece

Wish they'd free my dawg, that's a pet peeve

I'mma still be here where you left me

(Where you left)

Yeah, with the city on lock

Fuck them all, I'm tryna rocket for that shit, leave 'em dry

We see the stars every night in the back seat of the Rolls

Lately I've been gettin' high just tryna balance the lows

Fresh OZ of that OG

Baby, sit right here and roll some

Vibin' still the same and we ain't takin' shit from no one

Water by the ocean, we've been Michael Dosha

Energy is faultin', molly got her open

Throw that back up, let it slow spin

Ayy, drippin' wet, I just dove in

Ayy, I ain't never been one to nag

Its more than rap, ain't no cap

If I said that shit on wax

It's a fact

I took a molly in Miami, that's a wet dream (Wet dream)

Rippin' through the water on the jetski, yeah (Jetski)

Spent the night at Tootsies got the best sleep, yeah

While I watch you politic an' with a bestie, yeah

I just got back to LA up on a jet stream

Hear the money talking through the chest piece

Wish they'd free my dawg, that's a pet peave

I'mma still be here where you left me

(Wish they'd free my dawg)

My City lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Killa Kyleon, Red Cafe & Machine Gun Kelly)

[Kid Ink:]

Yeah, uh

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city

We can get this whole block shut down

When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty

I apologize if it gets wild

But we gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

When you come to my City

Welcome to my city

Palm trees, find me; High as a hippie

20 for the chucks, 'nother 20 for the dickies

If you see them Boys in the Hood like Kenny better run like Ricky

Snapback, hat back, quick tell 'em that we run LA; Track practice

Now, you know where I'm at you ain't gotta mapquest

Ridin' down Hollywood, lookin' for a Actress

Tell 'em that it goes

Thursday, eat in, Friday, my house, Saturday, Crenshaw, Sunday back at my house

Rollin' in a 64, somewhere down, 64

Headed to the Jungles to the Don, See my nigga?

Oh

Born and Raised, I am no pretender

Niggas know I came from the gutter like Splinter

And I got Nina on my hip like a side chick

Anybody ask tell 'em that it's Westside bitch!

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city

We can get this whole block shut down

When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty

I apologize if it gets wild

But we gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

When you come to my City

[Killa Kyleon:]

H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S

Am I trill bet they say yes, I'm that cat that they say next

HNIC I keep it G, just like that V I'm at they neck

I'm a creature not Aretha but I do get my respect

Run these tracks, lace up my Nikes; So I can go chase these checks

When I get mine I'mma thank my grind, walk in that bank, give Chase my check

Cash my shit, due self I split it

Hop in that slab better brace yo neck, All eyes on me includin' yo bitch

If you want that ho keep yo ho checked

Paint so wet that I gotta rock trunks

We roll slabs and we don't do dunks

Shoes be four's and they don't be pumps

We smoke Kush and we don't do bump

FN cocked and we don't do pumps

One false move that'll get you slumped

City of the Syrup where we sip that lean

Put a 4 in that 20 and we on that punch

[Kid Ink:]

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city

We can get this whole block shut down

When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty

I apologize if it gets wild

But we gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

When you come to my City

[Red Cafe:]

Cadillac 24's, smoke tint, stash box

Timberland, Pelle Pelle, Gucci Belt, strap slot

New York, I said it New York

Better show respect when you come to my city take yo shoes off

I am at the toll booth, collectin' my payment

Hottest in the hood got my name carved on the pavement

My niggas is A-List, in the corner office, somethin' like royalty, princess in my crosses

Hoes got 'em lined up, bitch take a number

These lames layin' paper on 'em I be layin' lumber

In the Rotten Apple, ballin' like a Knickerbocker

Now you can meet the Fockers; or you can meet the choppas

Rat-A-Tat-Tat-Tat

Tat, Tat, all my niggas in the 'Rack

Drop that oil in that water, whip it up it's right back

In the Coup bulletproof, Ah, boy hood approved

No limit money, they hollerin' Hooty-Hoo

[Kid Ink:]

When you come to my town, see we do it big in my city

We can get this whole block shut down

When you come to my town, see a couple things that ain't pretty

I apologize if it gets wild

But we gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

We gotta represent ours

When you come to my City

[Machine Gun Kelly:]

Kells, from the city where, outta towners get jumped no Nike Airs

Buyin' a bottle in the club and throwin' off another because a motherfucker plottin' over my chair

And it's my year, this my day, me and all the boys all Smokey like Friday

Hit the Eastside turn in the driveway, but I got power in the West, Kanye

My city taught me to speak that talk

How to crack that stove when that heat turned off

How to rock my Chucks till my feet fall off

What to do when the lights in the streets went off

I'll D-I-E for the Orange and Brown

LeBron left, I took that crown!

Everyday on tour, but the 7-1 North tattooed let me know I'm Cleveland bound

I'mma Midwest boy, salute my team, EST over everything

THC up in all my green, lit it up for the people in the middle of the

HOLD UP!

Lace up bitch, Lace up bitch

Anybody hate come taste it bitch

Two white balls and a head above yo neck, that's called a facial BIATCH!

[Kid Ink:]

See we do it big in my city, we can get this whole block shut down

My Name lyrics - K1NG & Kid Ink

(Crumz on the beat)

Won't you talk to me?

Your silence is so loud, it's got me going crazy

In my head

You need honesty

For me it's not that easy, girl, it's complicated

Girl, I swear

That living without you is bringing me down

Bring me down, oh yeah

I need you ringing me down

I need you ringing me down, oh yeah

Ringing me down

All the way down

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Girl, why don't you ring my phone?

I need to hear the ringtone, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

You know I need you, baby

You know I need you, baby, oh

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Kid Ink

You know I need you

Everyday when we rolling up the reefer

Baby so LA like the Lakers

How you just disappear like eureka?

I know I give you reasons

But we both got problems trying to keep it even

You know sometimes you been switching with the seasons

Maybe we should take a trip before it's serious

But you ain't got to move away

Ain't hard, I can see you in a mood today

Put your 90's on and let the music play

Let me know what to do to get you to stay

Just try to cut me up a lil slack

Ain't Keenan, ain't no need for all that

All the homies saying I need to fall back

Can't lie, I been waiting for you to call back

Girl, why don't you ring my phone?

I need to hear that ringtone, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

You know I need you, baby

You know I need you, baby, oh

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Girl, why don't you ring my phone?

I need to hear that ringtone, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

You know I need you, baby

You know I need you, baby, oh

Calling my name, oh yeah

Calling my name, oh yeah

Girl, why don't you ring my phone?

I need to hear that ringtone

Girl, why don't you ring my phone?

I need to hear that ringtone

Mykonos Flow lyrics - Kid Ink

Ayo, Boss, it's time to get this money

Ayy

Mykonos flow outside on a boat

Got the Caesar with the waves

Seaside with your ho

B-side on the record, I'm the man where I go

No plan, just know I bring sand where I go

Don't smoke 'til I rolled, and they all want smoke

Better watch who close 'cause they all my folks

Just sand on the Rick, girl, I'm the man where I go

New plan, when I dropped a couple bands on the floor (Ooh, ooh)

Okay, okay, in this bitch

Middle fingers twisted up all day (West side), in the pictures

How the hell they really let a couple villains in the villas? (Wait)

Made it out the slums and I brought the whole village (Let's go)

From the window to the wall (Wall)

From the floor to the ceiling

With your ratchet ass friends, let's go, GloRilla (Let's go)

See me lookin' like Meek when I'm on the four-wheeler (Ha, argh)

Bodied up a bag, I'm a contract killer

And I know you got a few bikinis (Ooh)

We can dip to Santorini (Yeah)

Some ride sippin' on Bellinis (Yeah)

Hookah smoke, it lookin' like a genie (Hol' up)

K-I 3, call plays on the PG

Everything you need, baby, don't be greedy (No, no)

I'ma keep it straight with you, no misleadin' (Woah)

Probably need less champagne, more Fiji (Yee, yee)

Money talkin' to the dead, no ouija (Ouija)

Mykonos flow outside on a boat

Got the Caesar with the waves

Seaside with your ho

B-side on the record, I'm the man where I go

No plan, just know I bring sand where I go

Don't smoke 'til I rolled, and they all want smoke

Better watch who close 'cause they all my folks

Just sand on the Rick, girl, I'm the man where I go

New plan, when I dropped a couple bands on the floor (Ooh, ooh)

Well, perfect timin' (Timin')

Tryna be in Greece this summer like Giannis (Yeah)

Put it on God, got everything he promised (Amen)

I ain't even flex yet, just bein' modest (Ooh, ooh)

Put you in first class, sittin' with the finest

Redeye (Yeah), paid for a ticket with the mileage (Wait)

Pack when I land, bro did me a solid (Ayy)

Don Julio in new Tommy

Got me waved up (Ooh)

Kid Cudi, on my rager (Oh, yeah)

Ain't one story made up (Uh)

Playin' with the majors, everything guaranteed

We don't take no pay cuts

Pay up, I'm runnin' out of patience (West side)

Ooh, ha, ha, ha (Boat, boat)

Ha, ha (Ayy)

Ayy, ho, ho

Ha, ha, ha (Ayy, how I go, woah)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (See, I)

Go, go

Go, go (They all want smoke), ah, ooh

Go, go, go, go-go (Ooh)

Go, go, go, go (Yeah, land where I go), ah, ooh

Go, go, go

Nasty lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Jeremih & Spice)

[Kid Ink:]

Diamond Cartier, got a blang on my fist

Lighter in my hand, colored strain in my swish

Niggas be like "damn, boy you get it and you flex"

I just be like "nah, I just get it how I live" (Ah yeah, yeah)

Pull up real fast, on my curb (SKKRT)

0 to 100 when I swang and I swerve

See them niggas hate

But they never say a word

If I play her to the left

Bet I make her wanna flirt (oh yeah, yeah)

You know just how to move that little derrière

Slim thick, gon' throw it to me like a hail mary

Hell yeah, I love it when you nasty

And staring at that ass whenever you pass me

[Kid Ink & Jeremih:]

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

[Jeremih:]

Yeah

I like you when you nasty

Like some of my girls ghetto and classy

Hit you from the back in back of the backseat

Hydraulics how we tippin' the wagon (Aw yeah)

I'm with a freak in the sheets

Big booty, tip drill like the Jam of The Week

She always wanna ride til she fallin' asleep

808 pounding it like I'm makin' a beat (Ooh)

So I swear I can't control when I hit it

Whip it cake batter in the bowl how I lick it

Like cheerleader on the pole when she split it

If she throw that ass I'ma throw that ass some digits (yeah yeah oh yeah)

[Kid Ink & Jeremih:]

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

[Kid Ink:]

I see you on the sideline, workin' on your game

I could put you in the zone, I could help you make a play

It's something 'bout that champagne get you in a state

LA attitude and Atlanta in the waist, (aww nah nah)

Don't waste nothin' in yo' cup

Class just started and we movin' to the sub

It's a movie, check IMDb for the cast

I talk with my money and you talkin' out your ass

Blah, blah, blah

Said you could tell them other bitches bye-bye

Lemme get you city high, brown eyes, 5'5"

5'7" in them heels, go on get them thangs on

Freak of the week, we all singing the same song

[Kid Ink & Jeremih:]

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

[Spice:]

I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty

Ass a shake up so you like when me twerk it

I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty

Ass a shake up so you like when me twerk it

I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty

Ass a shake up

I saw you like it when me gwan bout and get nasty

Ass a shake (ooooooooooh)

[Kid Ink & Jeremih:]

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Ooooooooo Oooooooo

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

I like you when you nasty

Neat lyrics - Kid Ink

Yeah

Do it for the gang (Yeah, yeah)

What I'm sayin' (Yeah, yeah)

Neat (Yeah)

Fill up my glass with 42 (Neat)

I got the cash stacked up to my knee

Don't need to pass, I'm good with my feet

I been a stepper, no steppin' on me

Fill up my glass with 42 (Neat)

Where did I pour up, my niggas look weak

You got a Grammy 'cause nigga you shee-

[?] they give me a milli, feliz

Now you ain't see me, the show is in Greece

Took a day game, he go right to the piece

You wanna talk to the boss or just me?

I don't be talkin' to niggas, capiche?

No, I ain't playin' a lesson for keeps

You need a hook and I go Korean

I know what I gotta do for the team

I come from Cali, it's more than a dream

Neat (Yeah)

Fill up my glass with 42 (Neat)

I got the cash stacked up to my knee

Don't need to pass, I'm good with my feet

I been a stepper, no steppin' on me

Quick off the Flash

I'm runnin' the math

Countin' the cash

I'm stackin' it (Neat)

I got a grabber

I tell my lil baby to roll up a blunt and make sure it's neat

I brought some sand with me to the beach

She got it waxed, the pussy is neat

Neat, like I'm OCD (Aye, wait)

Nigga, who let 'em in

Hoodie on vitamins

Put some respect on my name like a veteran

Baby, I'm just gettin' back in my element

How all this life finna feel like a ketamine?

Born out the posers, man they just pretend it

I got these tattoos all over my body

The show where I come from, I never forget it (Uh)

Started this shit at sixteen (Uh)

Got 'em touched up, now they neat (Uh)

Tell 'em I can't stop and I won't stop for my young cousin Nee

Feel like my life is complete

I find that beauty got love over a beast

Only thing left that I need is the tree

Smokin' on Calius more than them

Neat (Yeah)

Fill up my glass with 42 (Neat)

I got the cash stacked up to my knee

Don't need to pass, I'm good with my feet

I been a stepper, no steppin' on me

Neva Eva lyrics - Kid Ink

I said you're the one that I want

And I'll neva eva leave you alone

Neva leave you lone,

Girl I won't

So I neva eva,

I'll neva baby

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

I'll be right back babe

I'll be right back, Oooh.

Yeah, you ain't gotta worry

Girl, Ima always hold you down like merece

I know I'll be in and out like service

But I ain't neva give you reasons to be nervous

Talkin bout' you heard this

You believe that?

Your mind's runnin' girl, I think you need to relax

I know that chu miss me

I'm tryna handle bussiness

I'm not tryna be a mistery

So why you acting like Sherlock Holmes

girl I mean it when I tell you I'll be coming back home

So don't wake up now,

you be extra good without your makeup, yeah

And you can put it on my tag

And when I get there Ima put it on that ass

You can have anything you want

I swear this is more than a hunch

I said you're the one that I want

And I'll neva eva leave you alone

Neva leave you lone,

Girl I won't

So I neva eva,

I'll neva baby

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

I'll be right back babe

I'll be right back, Oooh.

Yeah, god is my witness

I'm sure that chu don't think I could tell the difference

but believe me girl I do pay attention

And I will not compare you to any other bitches, naww

It's obvious you better

And I appreciate it

That other shit don't matter

The plan gotta go

It's accordedly

it sound like you thinkin' bout them bitches,

more than me

Only thing I'm cuttin' down is the money tree

Girl we gotta stick together

hunny bee

You got the smile of a sunny D

And I'm a packrat

I won't throw it away

So before you get all fed up,

Do like 2pac said, try to keep yo head up

Think about everything we've been through

Where's all the trust

I need you to adjust it

you're the one that I want

And I'll neva eva leave you alone

Neva leave you lone,

Girl I won't

So I neva eva,

I'll neva baby

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

you ain't gotta worry bout' a thing, no

I'll be right back babe

I'll be right back, Oooh.

No Stones lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. Casey Veggies)

[Intro:]

CashMoneyAP

[Kid Ink:]

Ooh

Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)

All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)

One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)

You say, "It's gettin' late", but we see time different

I ain't puttin' no stones in my Patek

Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)

Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex)

We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning

Yeah, that's a flex (That's a flex)

Papi got them flockin' out the nest (Brr, oh)

You can tell the vibe from how I dress (How I dress)

Most these niggas copies in the flesh (God damn, ayy)

Hundred shots like Dolph

Quarter pound on deck

Break bread with' my dawg

Told the nigga, "You next" (You next)

I flooded the Rollie (Rollie), but not the Patek

Heard you been running your mouth

Watch how I run up a check (Check)

Took my baby shoppin', I might do a lil' too

Gave her a stack of hundreds and said, "Do what you do"

We started from the bottom, now she grew, grew, grew

Finally caught my groove, forever this the move

Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)

All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)

One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)

You say, "It's gettin' late", but we see time different

I ain't puttin' no stones in my Patek

Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)

Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex)

We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning

[Casey Veggies:]

Yeah

I need hunnids on top of hunnids, ahh, yeah

I can tell they really don't love me, ahh, yeah

I done ran my bag up, now she love it, ahh, yeah

These niggas mad, ain't gettin' no money, ahh, yeah (Sad)

They lookin' sad while I laugh to the bank

You see a bad one but I make her faint

I got some rain like we came in the tank (For real)

I stayed down up in this game

I done seen real niggas go insane

I can tell they don't feel my pain

I get the cash in a whole 'nother lane

I got the money and said, "Fuck the fame"

Might cop the foreign and blow out the brain

Lil' shawty want me to make her my main

Baby so different, I'm feelin' insane

I might just plain Jane that Patek

When I touch, she gon' get wet

When I leave, she get upset

When I get back, she know what's next

Ain't no flex

[Kid Ink:]

Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey)

All these bitches tryna get our attention (They do)

One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)

You say, "It's gettin' late", but we see time different

I ain't puttin' no stones in my Patek (In my Patek)

Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh)

Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex, sex)

We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning (Uh)

Now It's Personal lyrics - Kid Ink

No, this ain't nothing we ain't seen before

I knew it wouldn't be no easy road

Ear Drummers

And all they wanna do is see me fold

I can't let it go

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

I can't let it go

Go

Thought it was over but I'm back again

They tried to hold me down and back me in

I gotta, keep all my enemies as close as friends

So close I can taste (taste)

That's that sweet revenge

This gon' be the end

But you won't see the end

I know you seen the scars (tatted)

Deep beneath the skin

I'm gon' make you feel it (feel it)

I can't find my feelings

War made me a killer

The war made me a villain

No, this ain't nothing we ain't seen before

I knew it wouldn't be no easy road

And all they wanna do is see me fold

I can't let it go

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

I can't let it go

Go

Said, any day could be that time

Better watch your back

Un-til the day that I flat-line

Can you see my new moves

You ain't seen my bad side

You don't wanna cross that line

I'ma loose my last mind

I'm tryna get in my zone

All of your energy wrong

I know at the end of the day

I'ma be sittin' alone

You ain't wanna run into me

You shouldn't have sit at the throne

No, this ain't nothing we ain't seen before

I knew it wouldn't be no easy road

And all they wanna do is see me fold

I can't let it go

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

Now it's personal

I can't let it go

Go

Nympho (Issues Remix) lyrics - Kid Ink

[Kid Ink:]

I got room in the back seat

If you really wanna get freaky

You already know I don't care

We can do it anywhere like 1-12

Still sitting in the valet

Skip all of the foreplay

I'm fiending for it, I need a fix

I got a problem, I'm addicted (oh yeah)

And you don't judge me

'Cause if you did baby, I would judge you too

And no one rides me the way you do

You remind me of my coupe

'Cause I got issues and you got 'em too

So give em all to me and I'll give mine to you

Different positions all around the room

I know I try to keep my cool but I'ma lose

'Cause I got issues and I wanna have sex every time that I see you

I see you working (oh yeah)

Know just how to drop low-key

Bring it back up, whine slow (ooh)

You're perfect, your body's perfect

So glad that you came through

It ain't a position you can't do (hey)

And you don't judge me

'Cause if you did baby, I would judge you too

And no one rides me the way you do

You remind me of my coupe

'Cause I got issue and you got em too

So give me all of yours and I'll give mine to you

Different positions all around the room

I know I try to keep my cool but I'ma lose

'Cause I got issues and I wanna have sex every time that I see you

Just trust me, ain't nobody gonna come into this room

Drop them panties down, and hop upon me

She got them moves, Janet Jackson with them moves

[Julia Michaels:]

'Cause I got issues, but you got 'em too

So give 'em all to me and I'll give mine to you

Bask in the glory, of all our problems

'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve 'em

Yeah, I got issues

And one of them is how bad I need you

Yeah, I got issues

And one of them is how bad I need you

Yeah, I got issues

And one of them is how bad I need you

Oh Okay (Gunna Remix) lyrics - Kid Ink

[Kid Ink:]

Aye, oh yeah

Run that back turbo

(Woo) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

[Gunna:]

Audemar wrist, count it then spend it

Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted

Chop off the top, headed to Lenox

I got some cash, I wanna spend it

New paper tag, didn't wanna rent it

Too many bags, too many bitches

Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard

Ready to slide, you will get slithered

Hey, we ain't got ties, yeen gon' ride

Yeen my slime, yeen my slime

Young Gunna Gunna, I'm in my prime

Hey, so authentic, not tellin' you lies

When it comes to business I'm handling mine

Yeah, I'ma kingface Patek my time

[Kid Ink:]

Kid Ink

Run through the lobby with all of my niggas (Okay)

Say you the bro, but you more like a sister (Okay)

Most of these rappers is cool, only in pictures (Okay)

Swear when I walk out the room, these niggas be dissin' (Okay)

Wait, I tried to play like a fool, watch how my enemies move

Ain't got a clue, it could get poppin' like fool

Don't let these pop-records fool (Oh yeah)

Came from the hood, know that the money don't make it no different (Okay)

We could take it to back in the day and start reminiscing (Okay)

I can read back on the mission, whipping that shit with a venegance

All of my windows is tinted, 'Rari look blacker than Venom

Only got clue on a denim

All over money I spent it (Wait)

It's only real gold on your lil' chain

Still I ain't never saw no chain

'Member when I brought you on stage

Back when you niggas had no name (Okay)

Rollin' up all of my Backwoods

Tell me now when did your mood change? (Okay)

You niggas be going through mood swings (Wait)

And it start runnin' like Usain (Hey)

You need to be worried 'bout your boo thang (yeah)

I got her in the pocket like loose change, woah, woah

Now you think that this your summer

Most you niggas one-hit wonders, don't let that shit go right to your head (Oh yeah)

Why they trynna put me under, now I'm back to get revenge on everybody that left me for dead

[Gunna:]

Audemar wrist, count it then spend it

Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted

Chop off the top, headed to Lenox

I got some cash, I wanna spend it

New paper tag, didn't wanna rent it

Too many bags, too many bitches

Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard

Ready to slide, you will get slithered

Hey, we ain't got ties, yeen gon' ride

Yeen my slime, yeen my slime

Young Gunna Gunna, I'm in my prime

Hey, so authentic, not tellin' you lies

When it comes to business I'm handling mine

Yeah, I'ma kingface Patek my time

On Demand lyrics - Kid Ink

Uhhh

It's Tha Alumni

Uhhh

That be Maaly Raw

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

Okay, let's go

The zip, don't close

The flip you chose

I pick and roll

The whip, you so gross

The girl, with the fo'

Just doubled up my O's

And tripled up my dough

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

Yah, yah, think somebody high, yah

Drop down, dunk on you like Zion, oh

We them young niggas with no guidance

Roll one, face up, tatted like the Mayans

Don't fuck with me 'cause my family feel

Dirty ghetto kids came up of that can of food

Now I cop the bag, party pack, you can't refuse

Tryna keep my shit together, can't stop breakin' rules and makin' moves

I'm in this bitch on my Damien Wayne

That mean more money and major pay

I can't sit and watch you eating, I go get a plate, nah

These niggas did it for themselves, I do it for steak

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

Okay, let's go

The zip, don't close

The flip you chose

I pick and roll

The whip, you so gross

The girl, with the fo'

Just doubled up my O's

And tripled up my dough

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

I'm back again, its what it looks

Might switch up the style, still with the crooks

Got that Dirty Harry on me, need to hit the suds

You so fogi, actin' phony, swear you niggas sus

I finally got the plug, it came out the mud

Don't believe in love, way hoes don't believe in love

Got my stripes, same way that Adidas does

In this Lambo, really feel like I could beat the fuzz

Slip and slide, it's one a time

You never seen this shit before, it's one a' kind

Do it, Biggie, hypnotizer

I can get into it, shawty, dead on arrival

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

Okay, let's go

The zip, don't close

The flip you chose

I pick and roll

The whip, you so gross

The girl, with the fo'

Just doubled up my O's

And tripled up my dough

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

Yah, yah, yah yah, yah

(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

Oooo

Oooo

Uhhh, uhhh

One Time lyrics - Kid Ink

Aw yeah, aw yeah

What's that? Woo

Aw yeah, aw yeah

Let me see you put your fingers high

One time 'cause we made it

One time for the greatest

One time for the haters

Gon' put your fingers high

One time if you ballin'

The game keep on callin'

They wanna see us fallin'

But we gon' put 'em high

(One time)

One, ain't no missin', on my mission

Oh my, did my shit with no permission

No, I hate to wait, uh, take your place

Uh, uh, make a break, uh, uh, made a play

Woo, put 'em high, I get fly, can feel the sky

Ain't no stoppin', feel the drive, in my way, you feel the fight

From the side, yo, they said we was a vibe

No, tell 'em out the side, no

Let me see you put your fingers high

One time 'cause we made it

One time for the greatest

One time for the haters

Gon' put your fingers high

One time if you ballin'

The game keep on callin'

They wanna see us fallin'

But we gon' put 'em high

One time 'cause we made it

One time for the greatest

One time fort the haters

Gon' put your fingers high

One time if you ballin'

The game keep on callin'

They wanna see us fallin'

But we gon' put 'em high

(One time)

Uh, (one time)

Uh, (one time)

Play to win, see the J's I'm in

Tryna box me out, uh, you can't cage me in

Woah, they can't tell me no, I been straight the goal

Still got love to show, for the ones that came before

Yeah, we might take a loss, don't you write us off

Wait

Let me see you put your fingers high

One time 'cause we made it

One time for the greatest

One time for the haters

Gon' put your fingers high

One time if you ballin'

The game keep on callin'

They wanna see us fallin'

But we gon' put 'em high

We gon' put 'em high

We gon' put 'em high

Aw yeah, aw yeah

Woo

Aw yeah, aw yeah

We gon' put 'em high

Party lyrics - Kid Ink (feat. RMR)

(Do Better)

[RMR:]

You can catch me in the Lamborghini mercy, uh

These bitches thirsty (These bitches thirsty)

Fuckin' with her 'cause she young and reckless, uh

Fuck her up, you in the fast lane

She's wild (Wild)

And she only smokin' on the fire biscotti (Biscotti)

Take your time (Time)

And even you gon' be able to walk in the party (Oh, oh)

[RMR {Kid Ink}:]

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that (Crash with that)

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax (Oh, oh)

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax {Kid Ink}

[Kid Ink:]

Let's ride the set on the west side (Yeah)

Brodie said it is the best time to get up out here (Uh)

Vuitton, the dress on, you fit nice (Fit nice)

Later on, I can't wait to get you out it (Can't wait to get you out it)

Now, what's up? (Oh)

Before we leave, I gotta roll it up (Oh)

Bet you want my chain with the logo (Logo)

Money only filtered on the photos (Woah)

Let's take some more though

[Kid Ink {RMR}:]

We wild (Wild)

Act a fool when we smokin' on that Lodi Dodi (Lodi Dodi)

But she's mine (Mine)

Now you see us when we stumblin' inside of the party {Oh, oh}

[RMR {Kid Ink}:]

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that (Crash with that)

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax (Oh, oh)

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that {Boat with that}

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax {Won't relax}

[Kid Ink:]

She pull up with me in that Bentayga (Skrr, let's go)

And she rockin' that Bottega (Hoo)

Damn, that ass so fat, major (Aye)

I'ma put in that work, labor (Hoo)

And baby, we could do things

Throw a couple racks, rich nigga, loose change (Hoo, hoo)

And you don't need a plus one, bring the whole crew

Go and show that ass, make 'em say you actin' brand new (Uh)

Fuck it up, get racks, make it clap (Aye)

Don't pay 'em attention, make a nigga pay for that 'cause

[RMR {Kid Ink}:]

She's wild (Wild)

And she only smokin' on the fire biscotti (Biscotti)

{But she's mine (Mine)}

{Now you see us when we stumblin' inside of the party} (Oh, oh)

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that {Yeah}

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax {Oh yeah, oh, oh}

Where the party at? (Party at)

1942, she drive the boat with that {Ooh}

Lil' more Hennessy, she might crash with that

Hollywood to visit, so she won't relax {Won't relax}

Pause lyrics - Kid Ink

Yup

You said

Said it's the same shit, different day

These niggas talk, like the fucking gay

I don't care, I only talk to bitches

But if they come and ask just tell them that I mentioned

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Yea, I said it's Kid Ink baby, taking shots with your lady

Body like a Mercedes, ass think as grandma's gravy

Give a fuck about your feelings nigga, save that shit for debbie

Uh, all I smoke is that fire, and bitch all I spit is that (kensing?)

About to barbecue you niggas well, you know with out no drama

Taking shots at your head till you look like Ronald McDonald

And, full stereo nigga, it's no mono y mono

Bars kicking like I'm Ryu, feel that 16 hit combo

When it comes to smelling that money, got a nose like I'm Ganzo

And my bitch yea she bad, got her hair like Rapunzel

Talk that shit if you want, I got ears like I'm Dumbo

I don't care if you whispering, nigga I can hear you mumble it ain't nothing

Said it's the same shit, different day

These niggas talk, like the fucking gay

I don't care. I only talk to bitches

But if they come and ask just tell them that I mentioned

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um fuck 'um, pause

Put On (Am I Wrong) lyrics - Kid Ink

(WillMajor, this the one)

Yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy

(Ayy, Bonk, turn it up)

Put on a vibe, put on the guys, we on the rise, yeah

Put on the city all over the world, put in the time, yeah

Put on my Louis and all of my jewelry, then put on a movie, yeah

Put on my baby to all of the latest, she want a Porsche and not a Mercedes

Fully loaded, sport mode, I hope you ready to race

Ain't even put on the plates, uh, I do whatever it takes

I need the whole Kit-Kat, I ain't been takin' no breaks

Look at the sky, click-clack, shootin' my shot into space

Baby, am I wrong? I wanna put all my mans on

Mama live up in mansion, I gotta eat 'til the last crumb

Queen, she needed a soldier, so I put it all on my shoulders

Bet, tellin' the story, it's far from over, ayy

Put on a vibe, put on the guys, we on the rise, yeah

Put on the city all over the world, put in the time, yeah

Put on my Louis and all of my jewelry, then put on a movie, yeah

Put on my baby to all of the latest, she want a Porsche and not a Mercedes

Wanna do it, gotta go get it, uh

You could too, I did it

All this light, can't dim it, uh

AP waste no minutes, uh

100K look like pennies, wait

I need a billion before I'm finished

When I was broke, I ain't know how to spend it

But I got better at mindin' my business

And that mean I can't go wrong

To the bag right, can't go home

Roll up quick when I get that jones

Keepin' it real, nigga been ready to drill, no one is tellin' me chill

You know the deal, oh, ayy

Put on a vibe, put on the guys, we on the rise, yeah

Put on the city all over the world, put in the time, yeah

Put on my Louis and all of my jewelry, then put on a movie, yeah

Put on my baby to all of the latest, she want a Porsche and not a Mercedes

Randy Mo$$ lyrics - Kid Ink

Run that shit already

Yeah

O-kay, watch how I kick this shit off, ayy

Watch I got, needed to frost, ayy

Wait, I just came back from a loss

Wait, back to business like a boss

See me spilling with the sauce, ayy

Keep my head up, can't be soft

Wait, bands, wearin' down the [?]

Wait, run it up, Randy Moss, ayy

Oh my god

Two W's, I'm tossin' up

Can't double me, they fradulent

Evil Knievel, it's all a stunt though

Got my ears to the street like Dumbo

Is that your hoe, man I don't know

She been mixin' it up like Gumbo

Shit, trippy, nigga, Dark Knight Dummo

Boy, I pop that shit, smell the gun smoke (Wait)

Take anything you give me, I've been ready

Know the whole clique been ready

On set, fire, fresh out the fryer

I can't deny, I'm a motherfuckin' rider

Made it from nothing, it made my attire

I don't get tired

Let me get higher

Life is so sweet like that pussy, papaya

That's all me, nigga, back off

Just run away

This ain't the day, for all of the play, play

Look in my face

Move to [?], don't talk to you guys, no

Fuck, is you saying?

If it ain't 'bout dough, you only act like the bro when it's for sure

Everything glitter ain't gold

Ayy, switch up the tone (Woah)

Still OG, ain't switch up cologne (Ayy)

Numbers ain't saved, I don't pick up the phone

Got mines, nigga, you can pick up your own

Re-up, might sneak up, hit you with the slip up

Big dawg with me lookin' like Bautista

Make a nigga disappear like Eureka

Gotta watch my back like see saw

Pee how they creep (Creep)

I can't go back to the streets (No)

[?] got me back on my feet

O-kay, watch how I kick this shit off, ayy

Watch I got, needed to frost, ayy

Wait, I just came back from a loss

Wait, back to business like a boss

See me spilling with the sauce, ayy

Keep my head up, can't be soft

Wait, bands, wearin' down the [?]

Wait, run it up, Randy Moss, ayy

Oh my god

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Ready 4 War lyrics - Kid Ink

Now I been waitin' for somebody

To try and come make a move

All the bullshit to the side, side

Attitude like I got nothin' to lose

Bout to put it all on the line, line

Keep talkin' that smack

I ain't really worried bout that

Like it's a AK on my back, now you could

See that I'm ready 4 war

Know we came through here so deep

I brought me a army

See that I'm ready 4 war

Feelin' better than before

Been through it all, but I'm ready for more

Never settle for less, but we could settle the score

It's no limit, soldier to the core

I hope you locked, and loaded

Gon take everything you got

You tryna stop, the show man

I gave everything I got

These haters said I was a fool

Now they tryna stand by but the flight's too full, damn

Fresh off the Boeing, we been takin' it too far

Tell me where the fuck is we goin'?

This is just a warning, red eye alert

Whole team here, bout to go bezerk

Now I been waitin' for somebody

To try and come make a move

All the bullshit to the side, side

Attitude like I got nothin' to lose

Bout to put it all on the line, line

Keep talkin' that smack

I ain't really worried bout that

Like it's a AK on my back, now you could

See that I'm ready 4 war

Know we came through here so deep

I brought me a army

See that I'm ready 4 war

Who ever thought that this could happen

Even more than I imagined

Took a gift and started rappin'

It's a movie tell 'em action

Bitch, I'm all about that action

Been at war, all my life

Now they salute me like a captain

Man of my home, just came from lyon

Please excuse my French, but bitch Alumni, we on

And my homies still, goin' pecan

All these rocks on my neck

And niggas still throwin' stones, damn

Patron I'm pourin'

Keep it goin' til you feel it in your system like the low-end

Livin' in the moment, gone with the wind

Feel like I could never lose, yeah we goin' for the win

Now I been waitin' for somebody

To try and come make a move

All the bullshit to the side, side

Attitude like I got nothin' to lose

Bout to put it all on the line, line

Keep talkin' that smack

I ain't really worried bout that

Like it's a AK on my back, now you could

See that I'm ready 4 war

Know we came through here so deep

I brought me a army

See that I'm ready 4 war

And you could send anyone you want

I never run, tell 'em that I'm ready for it

Feel like I been fightin' all my life

And the war is never done

Tell 'em that I'm ready for it

You could send anyone you want

I never run, tell 'em that I'm ready for it

Tell 'em I'ma never stop

Til they know that I'm the one

Tell 'em that

Now I been waitin' for somebody

To try and come make a move

All the bullshit to the side, side

Attitude like I got nothin' to lose

Bout to put it all on the line, line

Keep talkin' that smack

I ain't really worried bout that

Like it's a AK on my back, now you could

See that I'm ready 4 war

Know we came through here so deep

I brought me a army

See that I'm ready 4 war