Categories
Lyrics

BROCKHAMPTON – Follow

[Video Intro: Zack Beitel, Nick Guilmette, Romil Hemnani & Robert Ontenient]
And now you in Hollywood, baby
I know, isn’t that crazy?
I saw Will Ferrell last night
Where? (where?)
And Woody Harrelson. (where?)
Just in a restaurant, (what?) I was walking down the street on La Brea
Will Ferrell and Woody Harrelson are-
They looked old. He had a shaved head
Well, yeah, he looks old. What movie was he in?
I forget
Me Ilamo Roberto, y este es el primer single de Saturacíon tres

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
Nineteen, I got my first boyfriend
Nineteen, I almost signed to Def Jam
I remember being younger watching Space Jam
Told my mama that I wanna be the bold man
Got older, goals changed, needed God’s plan
Got older, got a chain, nigga, god-damn
Shit is gold and it hurt me when I walk man
And I ain’t got it but I just got my advance
So I might cop it, yeah, nigga that’s my energy
I might tell these niggas that they ain’t no friends to me
‘Cause I’m tired of these niggas sucking clout up
Like a motherfuckin’ ‘squito in the trough, bruh

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I got dirty money, minutes on my tracfone
I just bought a scale, now err’where a traphouse
I got on TV, then I turned into an asshole
‘Cause I ain’t selling dope or running with them bad folk
I’m eating shrimp and lobster, sitting next to white folk
Now I’m in Trader Joes with Birkenstock of iPhone
My agent called said they want me in the movies now
They used to call me ugly, turned ’em into groupies now
Now I’m on Melrose, I’m ready for my closeup
They call me pretty, need to put me on the poster
I write my name, then I buy a Testarossa
I kill my haters then I leave ’em for the vultures

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
God-damn, man, I think I need a therapist
Feel like a goldfish in the bowl with
Twenty other goldfish with the bowl switched
Bowl-cut or the mullet ’til I shaved it
Barely made it but I’m still here on my kickstand
Did the same shit that duffed Whitney Houston
They was boostin’ while I’m slurping from my sippy cup (sippy cup)
Need blue jeans, pulling out the pocket fluff (the pocket fluff)
Took it to myself like I hear my best friend (hello, hello, hello)
When I walk, see the arrogance flushing (hello, hello, hello)
Make the front page like Paris in the sex tape (oh)
Barely late to my first date with my therapist

[Verse 4: Merlyn Wood]
Trusty press, wear the colors of the ocean
Skeetin’ sad in my Supreme clothing
Hit my line if you ever need an OZ
Don’t hit my line if you think you know the old me
Have gassed-ass plans in the e-class
And I’m still getting head on public transit
And I’m still really sad about my last chick
And I’m still ’bout to cry outta both heads

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I’m an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check my credit score, shit was lookin’ hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Categories
Lyrics

Mario – Let Me Help You

[Hook: Maxo Kream]
Hella’ barred out, you can barely understand me
Popped eight xans, chew them just like candy
I been going through bullshit with my family
On the bullshit, got the Glock 9 handy
In some bullshit everyday like a plumber
Pulled ol’ girl off, I got the whole number
Tryna’ fuck seventy-five hoes by the summer
I just want the neck like the Stone Cold Stunner
Can’t see nothing but the Bathing Ape stars
Eight double G’s I’ve been walking on Mars
Space Jam money, busting juggs’ in the car
Always lose something when I’m tripping on the bars
Lost a lot of niggas, yeah the pain I remember
Fucked a new ho, next day I forget her
Hella barred out you can barely understand me
Eight Vic’ bars chewed ’em just like candy

[Verse 1: Maxo Kream]
Two milligram pill pressed Alprazolam
No Hi-Tech so we sip Alpharma
Rolls Royce Wraith presidential, Obama
Rolex Rollie iced out, Obama
Tryna’ get both that’s my mother fucking problem
No ski mask, I’m about to go rob them
Hold up, wait, make a U-turn around
Left the damn gun at the trap on the couch
Serving lil’ niggas getting off the school bus
G37s and the yellow school bus
Murder rate high cause we had a crazy summer
Ten-one-ten murder block always do numbers
Brain on dummy, pills in my tummy
Living half dead, slow-mo like a zombie
Trapping out my Granny’s, Momma can’t stand me
Tryna’ get away so I’m popping all these Xannies
[Hook: Maxo Kream]
Hella’ barred out, you can barely understand me
Popped eight xans, chew them just like candy
I been going through bullshit with my family
On the bullshit, got the Glock 9 handy
In some bullshit everyday like a plumber
Pulled ol’ girl off, I got the whole number
Tryna’ fuck seventy-five hoes by the summer
I just want the neck like the Stone Cold Stunna
Can’t see nothing but the Bathing Ape stars
Eight double G’s I been walking on Mars
Space Jam money, busting juggs in the car
Always lose something when I’m tripping on the bars
Lost a lot of niggas, yeah the pain I remember
Fucked a new ho, next day I forget her
Hella’ barred out you can barely understand me
Eight Vic’ bars chewed ’em just like candy

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Bitch I’m on the green S ninety-three
Broke them bitches down and took all three
Almost trip and stumble, when I talk I mumble
Thirties keep a couple, I don’t worry or rumble
RIP to Bo, they shot and killed my Uncle
He was fifty years old out there jugging bundles
Handle bars but no bicycle
Popping benzy’, raise my mental
Talking slow, my speech is slurrin’
Losing sight, my vision blurry

[Hook: Maxo Kream]
Hella’ barred out, you can barely understand me
Popped eight xans, chew them just like candy
I been going through bullshit with my family
On the bullshit, got the Glock 9 handy
In some bullshit everyday like a plumber
Pulled ol’ girl off, I got the whole number
Tryna’ fuck seventy-five hoes by the summer
I just want the neck like the Stone Cold Stunna
Can’t see nothing but the Bathing Ape stars
Eight double G’s I been walking on Mars
Space Jam money, busting juggs in the car
Always lose something when I’m tripping on the bars
Lost a lot of niggas, yeah the pain I remember
Fucked a new ho, next day I forget her
Hella’ barred out you can barely understand me
Eight Vic’ bars chewed ’em just like candy