Huddy Pays Homage to Bowie

Twenty years ago, Markus Klinko photographed David Bowie for the late rock legend’s 2002 album, Heathen, imagining him as different characters across hundreds of dramatic portraits. At the time, Bowie described the release as “deeply questioning,” which was reflected through Klinko’s lens: in one shot, Bowie walks a massive wolf and in another he cradles a newborn baby — strange Bowie twists, given the stylized, high-gloss treatment that Klinko became famous for in the early 2000s (he also shot Mariah Carey’s The Emancipation of Mimi and Beyoncé’s Dangerously in Love).

Now, Klinko is looking at the next generation of music — and celebrating two decades since his Bowie collaboration — by tapping into TikTok’s breakout star Huddy. Fresh off the release of his 2021 debut album, Teenage Heartbreak, Huddy has been evolving what it means to embrace rock for the internet age, between songs like “America’s Sweetheart” and “21st Century Vampire.” To Klinko, Huddy “has true rock star charisma,” and amplified that in a special shoot paying tribute to the Starman himself (glitter, jewels and a smokey eye, included).

This shoot is David Bowie-inspired. In what ways are you inspired by the late rock legend?

Huddy: I love seeing the influence he had on other people’s lives. He’s an iconic person that I see people dressed up as every Halloween. The impact that he had through music, through photos and through the way he carried himself is inspiring to me.

In what ways do you strive to challenge the conventions of rock music, in the way Bowie once did?

Huddy: I just want to inspire people with my music the same way that people were inspired by Bowie during his era. I want people to listen to my music and have it inspire them in a different way than other rock artists. I want to unlock another part of their brains and open up their imaginations to all the possibilities, and paint a visual picture the same way that reading a book does.

“You can’t deny the face of a rock star when you see one.” –Huddy

What was it like working with such an iconic photographer like Markus Klinko? Did you learn anything from being on set with him?

Huddy: I learned that even when there are few shots, each shot is important. Each angle is important. Each side of your face is important. Each expression is important. I learned that no matter what age you are, rock can make you feel like a kid again. He said that he was inspired by my music and my aesthetic, and that you can’t deny the face of a rock star when you see one. That stuck with me.

How do you personally connect to glam rock style?

Huddy: I connect with the importance of and attention to detail. I love the art-like, expressive visuals that are a large part of glam rock. That is something that inspires lots of people’s music videos today, and their stages and sets when they perform. It’s something that really stands out.

What inspires you about Huddy and how was it working with him on set?

Markus Klinko: Huddy impressed me. He has true rock star charisma, which goes way beyond just great looks. He is a passionate artist, who takes his craft extremely seriously, and is in it for the long run. I think we are just seeing the tip of the iceberg when it comes to his career.

Having shot so many music iconics, including David Bowie, how do you think music culture has changed over the years?

Markus Klinko: I started working with labels a lot in the early 2000s. At that time, there was really just one way for a music artist to release their work: by working with the recording companies. For me as a photographer, that meant to approach a lot of these bigger album shoots almost like a major ad campaign. I loved that. Today, artists must mark themselves first and foremost, which is why the importance of social media is dominant. The label’s roles have changed therefore. But I think we are starting to see a comeback of high-end photography, as people are getting bored with the Instagram type of visuals. Brands and labels are looking again for a more substantial way to work with music artists.

“[Huddy] has true rock star charisma, which goes way beyond just great looks.” –Markus Klinko

How did you decide to connect the dots between David Bowie and Huddy?

Markus Klinko: Having worked with Bowie on his last big production shoot for the cover of Heathen, and seeing the enormous success of that work in the art gallery world, I was interested to find a new, current artist to collaborate with, as an homage to Bowie’s 75th birthday, as well as my own 20 years anniversary of working with Bowie. I felt that Huddy had all the right aspects for doing this glam rock tribute. I didn’t want to do a straight Bowie reference, more so a glam rock focus. I was thinking of Brian Ferry as well, for example.

I used projected red light stripes for the glitter close up shots, which I felt were a great way to update and modernize the concepts seen in typical glam rock photos from that time. But I couldn’t resist getting inspiration from an old image of Bowie in the back of a chauffeured limousine, with paparazzi chasing him. I had an old Rolls Royce sent to set and re-interpreted that idea to suit Huddy. I had so much fun with it.

What’s your favorite memory of working with David Bowie?

Markus Klinko: There were many, but I love to remember the day he came to my Soho studio while I was doing this big sexy GQ shoot with half naked models running around the set, with nothing but towels around them. David looked around, smiled and said this reminded him of the ’70s. Then he added, “Not that I can remember anything from the 70s.”

Photography: Markus Klinko

Styling: Marta Del Rio
Hair: Johnny Stuntz
Makeup: Bex Marie
Production: Jonathan Heit


Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Need double mercy Marty
Should’ve never got it started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

Open Mike Eagle – Brick Body Complex

[Hook]
Don’t call me nigga or rapper
My motherfucking name is Michael Eagle, I’m sovereign
I’m from a line of ghetto superheroes, I holla
I got something to bring to your attention, attention, attention, attention, attention
I promise you I will never fit in your descriptions, I’m giant
Don’t let nobody tell you nothing different, they lyin’
A giant and my body is a building, a building, a building, a building

[Verse 1]
No surfaces underground
No sound, but I’m calling home
City broke in my brother’s town
Now I’m standing here all alone
Some weather my monochrome
And my hollow bones David Bowie told me
I’m not alone, and I’m overgrown
But these model homes
Still here, feels hot-‘n-cold
Still here, feel my body move
Still standing on Cottage Grove
Still do what I gotta do
Stone tablet on stone tablet
I’m old granite, I’m not a tomb
Y’all can move this whole planet
I’ll hold fast and I follow through
I promise you

[Chorus]
There because the shelters, basement, hallways
Early morning Sunday, midnight, all day
Do what the adults say, don’t engage in horseplay
People speak in tongues

[Hook]
Don’t call me nigga or rapper
My motherfucking name is Michael Eagle, I’m sovereign
I’m from a line of ghetto superheroes, I holla
I got something to bring to your attention, attention, attention, attention, attention
I promise you I will never fit in your descriptions, I’m giant
Don’t let nobody tell you nothing different, they lyin’
A giant and my body is a building, a building, a building, a building

[Verse 2]
My under name is 3-9-2-5
Make sure that my story’s told
Sixteen is so stories high
Constructed fifty five years ago
Winter weather yeah here we go
Shy Town and my building cold
Stood here for ten million snows
Wind chilled is all in my bones
Indivisible, indivisible
Kids and criminals young and old
No radiator my dungeon coal
Done the hump, but use something slow
Twenty down and just one to go
City say they gonna knock me down
Still wearing my iron hood
Told ya’ll won’t stop me now

[Hook]
Don’t call me nigga or rapper
My motherfucking name is Michael Eagle, I’m sovereign
I’m from a line of ghetto superheroes, I holla
I got something to bring to your attention, attention, attention, attention, attention
I promise you I will never fit in your descriptions, I’m giant
Don’t let nobody tell you nothing different, they lyin’
A giant and my body is a building, a building, a building, a building

[Chorus]
There because the shelters, basement, hallways
Early morning Sunday, midnight, all day
Do what the adults say, don’t engage in horseplay
People speak in tongues

Momma’s in the basement smokin’ something
We grew up in hazes, ride checks, dungeons
Graduation lunches, tried to make us something
See what we’ve become

[Hook]
Don’t call me nigga or rapper
My motherfucking name is Michael Eagle, I’m sovereign
I’m from a line of ghetto superheroes, I holla
I got something to bring to your attention, attention, attention, attention, attention
I promise you I will never fit in your descriptions, I’m giant
Don’t let nobody tell you nothing different, they lyin’
A giant and my body is a building, a building, a building, a building

Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers – Flowerin’ lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m laughin’ on a rooftop, tears in my eyes.
In every birth I’m born again with every sunrise.
I see the colors start their glowin’. Roosters start their crowin’
And the grasses grow so the mowers mow, and the going’s on so the goers
Get goin’, yeah.

I ain’t worried ‘bout what Jesus may be thinkin’ of my soul.
I’m barefoot on a silver string. My faith is rock ‘n roll.
Some say our paths may intersect. Some say he walks beside me.
Though I appreciate that kindly sir, still I miss David Bowie.

Now the shadows keep on cowerin’. The towers keep on towerin’ and the
Flowers keep on…

[Chorus]
Flowers keep on flowerin’, yeah, yeah yeah yeeaah!
Flowers keep on flowerin’, yeah, yeah yeah yeeeaaah!

[Verse 2]
Midnight on a rooftop, tears in my eyes.
I laugh at myself. I wax and wane with the moonrise.
I hear the people fill the darkness up with silly love songs.
Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. There’s nothin’ wrong with that.

So, you candles get to glowin’. Stars you get to showin’.
Trumpets get to blowin’. Dancers get to to-and-fro’in’ and
The dog comes on and the colors glow. Hens strut. Roosters crow and
The grasses grow so the mowers mow, and the going’s on so the goers get
Goin’.
And the shadows keep on cowerin’. The towers keep on towerin’ and the
Flowers keep on…

[Chorus]
Flowers keep on flowerin’, yeah, yeah yeah yeeaah!
Flowers keep on flowerin’, yeah, yeah yeah yeeeaaah!

Everythin’ is comin’ together. Everythin’ is goin’ together too.
Everythin’ is comin’ together. Everythin’ is goin’ together too.
Hey hey (hey hey). Alright (alright).
Every day (every day). Every night (every night).
Hey hey (hey hey). Alright (alright).
Every day (every day). Every night (every night).
Everythin’ is comin’ together. Everythin’ is goin’ together too.
Everythin’ is comin’ together. Everythin’ is goin’ together too.

CHANCE THE RAPPER – I Shoulda Left You lyrics

Zaytoven
Ah! What? Why you followin’ me?
Where you think…?
Ain’t you…? Ugh

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Niggas been hatin’ since 2014
‘Cause they ain’t wanna see a youngin’ on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bitch yet say she done with me
Bitch keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she under me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a GoLo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Fuck 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got ’bout 20 16s
We gon’ leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must suck to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, actin’ like she 16
Leave that fake flexin’ up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your baby
Slidin’ in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jammin’, swear I got ’bout six rings

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin’ ’bout, “We go back”
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a fuck, go ‘way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass workin’ that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in ’08?
Now I’m ’bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw ‘way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim..?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
[?], no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Jeremih & Chance The Rapper feat. Lud Foe – I Shoulda Left You Lyrics

(Intro – Chance The Rapper)
IGH! What? Why you following me?
Where you think
Ain’t you Ugh

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still are talkin bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

(Verse 1 – Lud Foe)
Ni**as been hating since 2014
Cause they ain’t wanna see a younging on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bi**h yet say she done with me
Bi**h keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she honor me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a GoLo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A ni**a diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still are tahm bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

(Verse 2 – Jeremih)
F**k 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got bout 20 16s
We gon leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must s**k to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, acting like she 16
Leave that fake flexing up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your baby, sliding in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jamming, swear I got bout six rings

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still are tahm bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

(Verse 3 – Chance The Rapper)
You a throwback with your old ass
Talking bout, We go back
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a f**k, go way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass working that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in 08?
Now I’m bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
Three feet, no pressure, no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still are tahm bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Outro – Jeremih)
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chance The Rapper & Jeremih – I Shoulda Left You

[Intro: Chance The Rapper]
Zaytoven
Ah! What? Why you followin’ me?
Where you think…?
Ain’t you…? Ugh

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Niggas been hatin’ since 2014
‘Cause they ain’t wanna see a youngin’ on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bitch yet say she done with me
Bitch keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she under me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a GoLo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Fuck 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got ’bout 20 16s
We gon’ leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must suck to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, actin’ like she 16
Leave that fake flexin’ up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your baby
Slidin’ in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jammin’, swear I got ’bout six rings

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

[Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]
You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin’ ’bout, "We go back"
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a fuck, go ‘way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass workin’ that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in ’08?
Now I’m ’bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw ‘way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim..?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
[?], no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Outro: Jeremih]
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Chance The Rapper – I Shoulda Left You lyrics

itemid=”http://www.directlyrics.com/chance-the-rapper-artist.html”>CHANCE THE RAPPER I Shoulda Left You lyrics

Zaytoven
Ah! What? Why you followin’ me?
Where you think…?
Ain’t you…? Ugh

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Niggas been hatin’ since 2014
‘Cause they ain’t wanna see a youngin’ on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bitch yet say she done with me
Bitch keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she under me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a golo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Fuck 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got ’bout 20 16s
We gon’ leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must suck to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, actin’ like she 16
Leave that bitch, flexin’ up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your babies
Slidin’ in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jammin’, swear I got ’bout six rings

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin’ ’bout, “We go back”
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a fuck, go ‘way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass workin’ that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in ’08?
Now I’m ’bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw ‘way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim..?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
[?], no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah