XXL Freshmen 2019 Cypher - Part 1

[Verse 1: Lil Mosey & YK Osiris] Goddamn, I feel like the man Freshman of the year, I woke up like the man Never poppin' Xans, 'cause they killin' me, damn When you got the money, they be tryin' be your friend Okay, this a lame ass beat Walk up on your bitch, my dick eight feet deep Why he talking out his lip? He know ain't shit sweet Ayy, ayy, your block I'm gon' see Ayy, ayy, bussdown, not regular face (What?) Ayy, chasin' blues like DaBaby (What?) Ayy, swervin 'round with Kate (What?) Ayy, dropped out, no I didn't graduate man [Interlude 1: Megan Thee Stallion] Real hot girl shit, aah [Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion] Bitch, I'm with your man, tryna see what the hit for Post a new pic for a bitch I'ma shit on Big bag talk, make that little money get gone I love cash, I be in the back, tryna get it on I'm gettin' money, I ain't even mad atcha' Rich bitch shit, I'm might throw a bag atcha' Speakin' on my name only make it sound better Your nigga in my DM, and he write love-letters Say that booty looking softer than Hawaiian rolls I be in the gym, I'm your girls' body-goals Flexin' on the gram do it for the mad hoes Everything I do they watchin' me like I'm on parole Couple of these bitches niggas on my block list Drop a screenshot if I wanna start shit I ain't fucked your man, that ain't how I rock sis' I just took him to the bank to make a deposit, aah [Interlude 2: YK Osiris] Mmm-mmm, yeah-yeah, mmm [Verse 3: YK Osiris] She see body, when she lookin' at a young nigga I fuck her good, now she talk about a young nigga And I don't understand these bitches, why they like me I put it in, now she wanna act so feisty Now she say she worth it, but she ain't worth it I put them diamonds on my wrist, and now she want me I swear you niggas always lookin' like y'all know me I put them diamonds on my neck, and now they want it And now she wanna get it right now And I'ma let her go for right now And when she talkin' 'bout she 'bout it, she ain't 'bout it And when I'm 'bout it, she ain't 'bout it, mmm, 'bout it [Verse 4: DaBaby] Everybody know my name Ringin' bell, ringin' bell like the hallway I ain't gotta cap in no motherfucking rap I whip out and air it out broad day I got in with the stick, and I'm with that Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat I been tryna' be positive mama They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama Who you know put they motherfuckin' self on the map And now they ain't on nobody shit I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off You get laid on the floor by a jit Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket The police they know I'm legit The police they know I got sticks They be worried about me, they know I'ma click These niggas they know I'm a dawg, I ain't worried about him I know he a bitch The next nigga that come play with me I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic They say I'm the hottest new nigga Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick Nigga must have a fever or somethin' Heard he was born up on Cleveland or somethin' Let me give you a history lesson We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 I ain't sayin that none of that matter If somebody touch me, then somebody die Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? How you make him rewind and replay that? Who you know get a fade once a week And they try make it wave, fuck a motherfuckin' wave-cap Everytime that the DJ play "Suge" Niggas throw up they arm like a motherfuckin' racetrack Everytime that my babygirl see me, she run And say "Daddy", I love when she say that Everytime I hit one of my moves, all the bitches go crazy They like how I do that I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch Fuck around, and walked down in a trenchcoat They gon' have to put me with the greats Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait Only yacht, would mean me and the kids There's four of us, we're on the sea eatin' steak I ain't goin' ooh-ooh on a bitch I ain't goin out sad 'bout no hoe, I'm a pimp He keep bumpin' his motherfuckin' gun We gon put his ass up like a motherfuckin' blimp Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes' that's gon' get him Exposed, he a muhfuckin simp You know he keep that thang on him baby Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp I 'on't care bout this motherfuckin' chain But I still bust your motherfuckin' brain Just got head on a motherfucking plane Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth And then fuckin' yo' hoe from the back I knew hoe for a day, she won't ghost, she the swoup And these niggas ain't livin like this, why he talkin' so gangsta? Your boy, he a fluke They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb They know Baby was just in Miami Now he in LA, nigga think he LeBron They know Baby go baby on baby But five years ago, niggas say he was John I touch down at the front of the plane And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton While he drive me around, I be blowin' that pressure I'm chillin' backseat with the iron