"April 3rd" lyrics
[Stank]
(We in this—, ro-ro—) Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
(Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick) Say what?
EMOTIONS (EMOTIONS)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS
Please don't call my phone with that fuckin' bullshit (Say what?)
Please don't call my phone with that fuckin' bullshit (Say what?)
He can't pull up to the studio, he on some fan shit
If you call my phone again (Woo), pussy, get banned, bitch (Say what?)
Don't call my phone again (I don't know), you'll get banned, bitch (EMOTIONS)
(What? Say what?)
Got a brand-new V8, they said this Shaq old car
I cheated on my main bitch 'cause I got a cold heart (Woo, say what?)
Smokin' on this fuckin' dope (Say what?), I walk in, yeah, it smell like fart
Damn, it stank (Woo, woo)
It stank, it stank (Woo), it stank, it stank (What?)
Took two shots of Vodka, bitch, I'm lit, I just drunk some drank (Eugh)
I don't give a fuck 'bout opps, kill my opps, get they ass out the paint
I don't give a fuck 'bout opps, kill my opps, get they ass out the paint (Ra-ra-racks, what?)
My shooter stay in the Florida, jit, yeah (Ra-ra-racks)
I done went up and got rich, yeah (What? Woo)
I'm fuckin' that bitch, yeah, I'm slick, yeah
I got me a thot, I got me a thot, after I fuck, take a pic, yeah (Eugh)
You chopped down on my motherfuckin' bro (What?), you were lit, no, you ain't lit, yeah (Motherfuckin' lit)
Motherfuckin' lit, nigga? (Motherfuckin' lit, one)
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Motherfuckin' lit, what? Let's go)
(Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
Please don't call my phone with that fuckin' bullshit (Say what?)
He can't pull up to the studio, he on some fan shit
If you call my phone again, pussy, get banned, bitch (Say what?)
Don't call my phone again (I don't know), you'll get banned, bitch (EMOTIONS)
I'm finna get so rich and make my baby a nepo baby (On God)
I love my Jewish ho, but, oh my God, she drive me crazy (On God)
I been smokin' dope (Say what? What? What?), all these 3.5's to the face, now I'm lazy (What? Woo)
I just gave my lil' bro 50K, on God, bitch, I'm payin'
That lil' bitch pull up to the crib, I told this ho it ain't gon' stand (What?)
Shawty pulled up to the studio, like I said, these niggas be fans (Be fans)
Boy, you a fan (Boy, you a fan), fanned out
If I get your bitch to my crib, that ho turned out (On God)
I just did a fuckin' donut, black truck, shit, I burned out (Say what?)
Black truck, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt, YSL (Slatt), YSL (Slatt)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, woah, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt, woah, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt, woah, slatt, slatt, slatt
Woah, woah, woah, woah (YSL)
[West Coast]
(Haha, niggas crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
I feel like DeWayne Carter how I hop on this shit
They already know I'm the GOAT, they can't take that from me (Nigga, what?)
I moved to the West Coast, I ain't even had no money (Had no money)
I put that fire on bro, make a nigga run (What? What? What? What?)
And I don't give a fuck 'bout no plug, nigga, I'll take your racks (I don't give a fuck)
Hold on, why the hell you cuffin'? Just like Pac, I get around (Get around)
Niggas gettin' signed off my motherfuckin' sound (On God)
It's gon' be a homicide if you play around (Homicide, homicide)
I'm in Atlanta with them Fives, with them Bloods, bitch
I got Mob ties with the Fives, they gon' hunt shit (Blitt)
I had to lay low, realized I was gettin' extorted (Blitt)
I seen a nigga rob a opp and now you're poor, bitch (You're poor, bitch)
Hold on (You's poor, you's poor)
Hold on (You's poor), niggas be ridin', woah (You's poor)
Woah (You's poor), woah, woah (You's poor)
Woah (You's poor), woah (Say what?), woah
They already know I'm the GOAT, they can't take that from me (Nigga, what?)
I moved to the West Coast, I ain't even had no money (Had no money)
I put that fire on bro, make a nigga run (What? What? What? What?)
And I don't give a fuck 'bout no plug, nigga, I'll take your racks (I don't give a fuck)
Take your racks, they'll take your racks (They'll take your racks)
Take your racks, they'll take your racks (They'll take your fuckin')
Take your racks (Woo-hoo), they'll take your racks (Ah)
They'll take your racks (Ah)
And like— (Ah)
This that EMOTIONS shit, bruh, I done came a long way
Listen (Ha)
I done came a long way (Ha)
I had to move from Hephzibah, to Conyers
Then back to Atlanta and to the West Coast
I had to go up (Ah), I had to go up
Yeah, these niggas rattin', they move the goalpost (Ah), ooh
Niggas be jokes, niggas be jokes
Niggas be jokes, niggas be hoes
Can't go for that, no (What?)
I came up from nothin' (Ah)
I came up from nothin' (Nigga, what?)
(We in this—, ro-ro—) Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
(Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick) Say what?
EMOTIONS (EMOTIONS)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS
Please don't call my phone with that fuckin' bullshit (Say what?)
Please don't call my phone with that fuckin' bullshit (Say what?)
He can't pull up to the studio, he on some fan shit
If you call my phone again (Woo), pussy, get banned, bitch (Say what?)
Don't call my phone again (I don't know), you'll get banned, bitch (EMOTIONS)
(What? Say what?)
Got a brand-new V8, they said this Shaq old car
I cheated on my main bitch 'cause I got a cold heart (Woo, say what?)
Smokin' on this fuckin' dope (Say what?), I walk in, yeah, it smell like fart
Damn, it stank (Woo, woo)
It stank, it stank (Woo), it stank, it stank (What?)
Took two shots of Vodka, bitch, I'm lit, I just drunk some drank (Eugh)
I don't give a fuck 'bout opps, kill my opps, get they ass out the paint
I don't give a fuck 'bout opps, kill my opps, get they ass out the paint (Ra-ra-racks, what?)
My shooter stay in the Florida, jit, yeah (Ra-ra-racks)
I done went up and got rich, yeah (What? Woo)
I'm fuckin' that bitch, yeah, I'm slick, yeah
I got me a thot, I got me a thot, after I fuck, take a pic, yeah (Eugh)
You chopped down on my motherfuckin' bro (What?), you were lit, no, you ain't lit, yeah (Motherfuckin' lit)
Motherfuckin' lit, nigga? (Motherfuckin' lit, one)
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Motherfuckin' lit, what? Let's go)
(Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Boop-boop-boop-boop)
Please don't call my phone with that fuckin' bullshit (Say what?)
He can't pull up to the studio, he on some fan shit
If you call my phone again, pussy, get banned, bitch (Say what?)
Don't call my phone again (I don't know), you'll get banned, bitch (EMOTIONS)
I'm finna get so rich and make my baby a nepo baby (On God)
I love my Jewish ho, but, oh my God, she drive me crazy (On God)
I been smokin' dope (Say what? What? What?), all these 3.5's to the face, now I'm lazy (What? Woo)
I just gave my lil' bro 50K, on God, bitch, I'm payin'
That lil' bitch pull up to the crib, I told this ho it ain't gon' stand (What?)
Shawty pulled up to the studio, like I said, these niggas be fans (Be fans)
Boy, you a fan (Boy, you a fan), fanned out
If I get your bitch to my crib, that ho turned out (On God)
I just did a fuckin' donut, black truck, shit, I burned out (Say what?)
Black truck, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt, YSL (Slatt), YSL (Slatt)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, woah, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt, woah, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatt, slatt, slatt, woah, slatt, slatt, slatt
Woah, woah, woah, woah (YSL)
[West Coast]
(Haha, niggas crazy)
(I'm with yo—, yeah)
(I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
I feel like DeWayne Carter how I hop on this shit
They already know I'm the GOAT, they can't take that from me (Nigga, what?)
I moved to the West Coast, I ain't even had no money (Had no money)
I put that fire on bro, make a nigga run (What? What? What? What?)
And I don't give a fuck 'bout no plug, nigga, I'll take your racks (I don't give a fuck)
Hold on, why the hell you cuffin'? Just like Pac, I get around (Get around)
Niggas gettin' signed off my motherfuckin' sound (On God)
It's gon' be a homicide if you play around (Homicide, homicide)
I'm in Atlanta with them Fives, with them Bloods, bitch
I got Mob ties with the Fives, they gon' hunt shit (Blitt)
I had to lay low, realized I was gettin' extorted (Blitt)
I seen a nigga rob a opp and now you're poor, bitch (You're poor, bitch)
Hold on (You's poor, you's poor)
Hold on (You's poor), niggas be ridin', woah (You's poor)
Woah (You's poor), woah, woah (You's poor)
Woah (You's poor), woah (Say what?), woah
They already know I'm the GOAT, they can't take that from me (Nigga, what?)
I moved to the West Coast, I ain't even had no money (Had no money)
I put that fire on bro, make a nigga run (What? What? What? What?)
And I don't give a fuck 'bout no plug, nigga, I'll take your racks (I don't give a fuck)
Take your racks, they'll take your racks (They'll take your racks)
Take your racks, they'll take your racks (They'll take your fuckin')
Take your racks (Woo-hoo), they'll take your racks (Ah)
They'll take your racks (Ah)
And like— (Ah)
This that EMOTIONS shit, bruh, I done came a long way
Listen (Ha)
I done came a long way (Ha)
I had to move from Hephzibah, to Conyers
Then back to Atlanta and to the West Coast
I had to go up (Ah), I had to go up
Yeah, these niggas rattin', they move the goalpost (Ah), ooh
Niggas be jokes, niggas be jokes
Niggas be jokes, niggas be hoes
Can't go for that, no (What?)
I came up from nothin' (Ah)
I came up from nothin' (Nigga, what?)
