MAYDAY (feat. Sheck Wes & Young Thug)

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Yo, Chase B!
 I'm going dumb in a moshpit
 If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it
 I can't close my eyelids
 Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it, uh
 I got the message like a prophet (prophet)
 I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
 I got the message like a prophet, yuh
 Last year made a big profit, yuh
 Big bands, put it in my wallet, uh
 Smoking this gas got me coughing (yes, Sir)
 You can talk that bad
 Put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch)
 Bitch, yeah (yeah)
 It's a motherf'ing stick up (bitch)
 Put your hands up or get hit up
 I grew up a bad nigga
 Yeah, Section 8, baby (in the projects)
 I was in the parks with the hittas (hittas)
 Now, I count bands, count figures (check it)
 You above Sheck Wes?
 Get the figure (bitch)
 This done a ho like Mike, yes
 This done a ho like the wizard
 My young heart, cold like December (bitch)
 She's done turn him to a killer (killer)
 The car panoramic, all white coupe and Klan it
 I got her in her panties, I didn't need a kenny
 The new one is Spanish, I hop out the coupe
 Gave her rent to her Granny
 Yeah I don't do the bogus
 I ain't tryin' to expose ya, I didn't mean to tell him
 Your house was for closure, I didn't even know
 I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I thought that you fucked them
 I owe you for life, and you owning the score
 I hop on the jet, I hop on a boat
 I'm smokin' biscotti, it's makin' me choke
 I have out the parties and air out the parties
 I'm drinkin' red, I don't want no Bacardi
 When I get the kids, you look so sorted
 You look like you have a good time with your buddies
 I know that you need it, little break and they fussin'
 When she gets to oaf this, shoot outta the buckey
 We just need a nanny, I go Randy Savage
 I gave 'way to Rollie, the AP is medic
 Got Faytonas brightless, got skeletons added
 The shit don't look average, I like how it setted
 I'm checking the static, I'm checking the settings
 This bitch 'round my neck, he might cook it my Patek
 I'm hungry as fuck, 'bout to eat out the Caddy
 I got the biggest body inside of the valley
 I'm next to John Wall I could throw him an alley
 Rent the plate, boy I'm matchin' this stabbin'
 I put on some ice, now I'm as cool as an addict
 I know how to fold, they took all my cash in
 An' I know how to fish, I know that I'm rich
 I put the eight in a Sierra Mist
 Rent up from Iz, I'm don't need her to lick
 Heard she was gone, I don't see her, bitch
 I'm going dumb in a moshpit (bitch!)
 If I'm out in the crowd, I lost it (l-lost)
 I can't close my eyelids
 Why? 'Cause a young nigga off it, uh
 I got the message like a prophet
 I got the message like a (I got the message like a)
 I got the message like a prophet, yuh
 Last year made a big profit
 Yuh, big bands, put it in my wallet, uh
 Smoking this gas got me coughing (yes, Sir)
 You can talk that bad
 Put you in a casket or a coffin (bitch)
 Bitch, yeah (yeah)
 It's a motherf'ing stick up (bitch)
 Put your hands up or get hit up
 I grew up a bad nigga
 (I grew up a bad nigga)
 

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Duration
02:59
Key
7
Tempo
120 BPM

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