Uploaded June 2020 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
Instagram: @e.x.t.c
Lyrics:
am the one, don't weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates
Great, eliminate like ElimiDate
Hey, young boy had to penetrate
Face, young boy done caught a case
Bang, now his mama living with the pain
Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay
Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate
Now a nigga harder than the head of the state
Denzel Curry is the new candidate
Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
Stop this shit, chop your esophagus
Bitches be bopping it, bow down and popping it
Dropping it in her esophagus
She get so nasty, in public she classy
Perhaps she is able to swallow it
Girl, I can make you a star
Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch
Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
Narcissist, part time an arsonist
Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch
Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus
Dearly departed, it's done when it started
So now that I'm living so harmoniously
Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate
I am the best, there's no politics, bitch, I'm ultimate
I am the one, don't weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates
Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium
Open the internet, photosynthesis
Put up parentheses, temporary
Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry
Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life
But yet the question is, is he fake, is he real
What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up
I'mma sever it when I sever shit
I kill 'em, no Kony, these nibbas ain't homies
Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly
Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic
Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic
Flow like a foreigner, I'm the torturer
Out of South Florida, call the coroner
Killed in the corridor, I'm the overlord
Rhymes like a sorcerer, I'm an animorph
Bitch, I'm a beast
Nigga, you tell me who fucking with me
K to the I to the N to the G
Claim you the hottest, but I disagree
Better love something than get a degree
This for Lord Infamous so R.I.P
Arrivederci, bitches looking thirsty, riding through the dirty
Like it's mandatory, ending of the story
I am the one, don't weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates
Instagram: @e.x.t.c
Lyrics:
am the one, don't weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates
Great, eliminate like ElimiDate
Hey, young boy had to penetrate
Face, young boy done caught a case
Bang, now his mama living with the pain
Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay
Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate
Now a nigga harder than the head of the state
Denzel Curry is the new candidate
Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
Stop this shit, chop your esophagus
Bitches be bopping it, bow down and popping it
Dropping it in her esophagus
She get so nasty, in public she classy
Perhaps she is able to swallow it
Girl, I can make you a star
Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch
Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
Narcissist, part time an arsonist
Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch
Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus
Dearly departed, it's done when it started
So now that I'm living so harmoniously
Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate
I am the best, there's no politics, bitch, I'm ultimate
I am the one, don't weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates
Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium
Open the internet, photosynthesis
Put up parentheses, temporary
Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry
Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life
But yet the question is, is he fake, is he real
What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up
I'mma sever it when I sever shit
I kill 'em, no Kony, these nibbas ain't homies
Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly
Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic
Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic
Flow like a foreigner, I'm the torturer
Out of South Florida, call the coroner
Killed in the corridor, I'm the overlord
Rhymes like a sorcerer, I'm an animorph
Bitch, I'm a beast
Nigga, you tell me who fucking with me
K to the I to the N to the G
Claim you the hottest, but I disagree
Better love something than get a degree
This for Lord Infamous so R.I.P
Arrivederci, bitches looking thirsty, riding through the dirty
Like it's mandatory, ending of the story
I am the one, don't weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates

![Moneybagg Yo – Style Aint Free feat. Offset (BASS BOOST)
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/e.x.t.c/
Discord Server: https://discord.gg/ZXCy9MgdYX
Lyrics:
Yeah, open up, hey
Mane, look, stop it (Stop)
Always got my name in some gossip (Hot topic)
White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi (Ice)
Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi (Baguetti)
That redbone you crushin, she want me to fuck her
Im three hours late, sippin Tussin (Ready)
She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin
And that what you call a concussion (Head gone, hey)
Went hard fore I ever made a rap check
Gettin money out the streets (Gettin money off the pavement)
Ducked off, I was servin on the Southside
But I stayed in the East (But I stayed in the East)
Told the bitch cook some hot wings and Ro-Tel
We dont go out to eat (Hell nah, we dont do that)
What you doin? Gon mob a nigga up then (Up)
Wipe the dick off neat (Wipe the dick off good)
Give a fuck about a ring but Im smokin wedding cake
Hood still in my jeans, I was eatin a hot plate
Tryna reach a new level, these niggas too content
Big homie might snap, he gon do it off the strength
She just got it sewed in, but Im pullin every inch
Used to get a hotel, now we fuck behind tint
Had to get a nigga hit, cause he tried to go against
Pulled up in his yard, left his ass on the fence (Uh)
It aint no end to this trend (Endless)
Double our truck, aint no 4MATIC Benz
They like, He at it again (How?)
I just put me a new whip in the wind (Skrrt)
Im having way too much money (Way too much)
Make a bitch dizzy the way that I spend
Im havin way too much money (It too much)
Count up and repeat it again (Like a replay)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Offset]
Mane, look, stop it (Stop)
Always got my name in some gossip (Hot topic)
White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi (Look)
Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi (Baguetti)
That redbone you crushin, she want me to fuck her
Im three hours late, sippin Tussin (Woo, woo, woo, ready)
She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin (Woo)
And that what you call a concussion (Offset)
Lil buddy got the fye but dont pop it (Lil buddy)
Audemars came from the faucet (A.P.)
Lamborghini, Forgiato wet, mop it (Forgiato)
Glock 40, shoot his shoulder out his socket (Bow, bow)
Big dick, you could whip it like hibachi (Big)
Walkin in my robes, its Versace, Versace (Sace)
69 shooters and they nothin like Tekashi (Ha)
Keep one in the head, tryna cock it, they done shot ya (Bow)
Switch it, the Maybach, the Lambo, the Rari (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Sorry, pardon, my drip retarded, huh (Drip)
Outer space, Marvin the Martian, huh (Huh)
Better get your bitch up off the market, huh (Huh)
Young Vince Carter with the carbon (Bow)
I can paint a picture in your head, Im a artist (Artist)
Richard Mille wet, and it got my wrist soggy (Wet)
Hit it from the back, style doggy, yeah (Uh)
Maison Margiela my coat, ho (Margiela)
Where was you at? I was broke, no hope (Broke)
I put the plug in the yolk and I go
Death or dishonor, I live by the oath (Hey)
Yeah, gotta get the money bag, yo (Yeah)
Fifteen a hunnid two, three times, then four (Yeah)
Nigga, bet Ill cross that line, we gon blow
Its a bust down, cant even see the time in this ho (Ice)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Offset]
Mane, look, stop it (Stop)
Always got my name in some gossip (Hot topic)
White diamonds, triple K like a Nazi (Look)
Big BreadGang chain came from Wafi (Baguetti)
That redbone you crushin, she want me to fuck her
Im three hours late, sippin Tussin (Ready)
She drop off the head just to stop me from fussin
And that what you call a concussion (Head gone)
Let me see your wrists (Haha)
This aint it, I just spoke with the chief (I just spoke with your boss)
Comin straight off the top, Chanel bandana
This style aint free (Shit cost a fee)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, style aint free
Gotta pay for this here Moneybagg Yo – Style Aint Free feat. Offset (BASS BOOST)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/UbF1ngxJyXQ/mqdefault.jpg)








