Lil Uzi Vert – No Auto Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
(DY Krazy)
(KidWond3r, you made this beat?)
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? (Oh, you pussy?)
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Ayy, DY, this like a Wayne beat
Gotta watch that side block, hit up that main street
You can’t beef while we into it, lil’ nigga, you can’t eat
They killed your mans, now you be claimin’ that you can’t sleep
That trigger finger fast like Floyd, but punch like AB
He use tune and dyed his dreads, that pussy ain’t me, yeah
That Glock go bang, but it ain’t Keef
He got shot and made a statement, man, he ain’t street
You ain’t never shot shit, put that gun down
You ain’t wake up out your sleep to no gun sounds
Your OG entertain your gossip, look at your son now, yeah
Too many pills give me chills, yeah
Just ’cause you family, ain’t no deals, yeah
She used to punch in flights to come to the A and give me head
I told her bring the pounds before she come, she say she scared
Ain’t tell her ’bout no county, she get caught, she goin’ fed

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy? (Woah, yeah)
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
He end up dead, huh? ‘Cause he a rookie
We make bread, yeah, off the bookies
Did a drive-by in a Range Jeep
Pull up on an opp’s block in the same week
Boy, you broke and you fuckin’ on the same freak
They saw me go from broke to rich, that’s why they angry
I be runnin’ this rap shit in the same cleats
I’ll knock a nigga down like I’m the same size as Dave East
Oh, oh, you lit, huh? Oh, you turnt, huh?
That thotiana you fuck with, she got you burnt, huh? (Ew)
I’m off a Perc’, huh, drinkin’ lean, gotta burp, huh (Woah)
Oh, you geeked up? That’s your turnt now
Nine times out of ten, she tryna set you up
Cut the sprinklers on before them boys try wet you up
My homie only twenty-four, he got a Bentley truck

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?
(Can you move those ones over a little bit?)
(Like, they kinda sound fast, nigga)
Oh, you scared, huh? Oh, you pussy?

Azealia Banks – Be My Guest Lyrics

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[Sample – Nas]
Be-Be-Be my guest!

[Verse 1 – Azealia Banks]
You invited to the prize fight
Imma hit you in the flash if you niggas in the limelight
Spitting venom on your blind side
When I dip behind might kill ’em
The rhythm stay real and it’s vamping in the midnight
This bird is centre breast
Deep fried and you [?]
You ain’t seen the worst yet
Whizzing through your area, swerve on a turn pipe
You could back down to burn with a campfire
You a joke and a damn liar
You a hoax and a anti
You a spokes for the vampire
You a hype, flavour of the week
I dare you to speak
The witch, The AB
Who you fool? You the glitch, and maybe see your bitches quits for ya baby
Brrat baby
Who the fuck y’all be?
Got a lens to the scope, take a chance with the witch AB
Imma aim out the camera, y’all blam if a bitch run up
I’ll be damned if a bitch play me, play me

[Sample – Nas]
Nothing gon’ stop me now, nothin baby
We here now, we here
It’s your world
Yeah

Nothing gon’ stop me now, nothin baby
We here now, we here
It’s your world
Yeah

[Verse 2 – Azealia Banks]
And even if you run you know I will catch you
I whip off in the [?]
[?] clips burn ’em you could test me
[?] be my motherfuckin’ guest
With the magnum or the fifth I could open up your chest
I could blacken up your vision
I could have you layed to rest
That could happen in a jiff, nigga
Better aim your gun, you know I’m gonna break you

[Sample – Nas]
Death threats given by clowns
I guess
‘Cause I would overcome any task

Be-Be-Be my guest!

Kano – Old School

Ayo, MJ
Let me tell these people why I’m old school, man
I am not a Myspace MC, I’m a pirate MC
From flava to dasha
From rinse to major
Rude boi, don watch dat
When it comes to da roadz, I lock that
Cause when it come to the flowz I got dat
Got cash, you could neva try rob dat
So move, the guy don’t know u
Dat means you ain’t old skool
From one pound-piece to notes, boo
K-A I’m old skool
Look, I’m vocal, but a lot of blokes chat a lot of bres
But the niggas, emotional
I’m old skool
Like opal fruits
Gob-stoppers or new- born babies
I’m a vet but they know they’re cool
They spittin through they headphones
I go back like flava FM
Tells stories by paper
Way before asia
Imitates were AB and M
Sound stars, turntabling top ten
And I was housin G like closer than closer
Till I found the MIC
And the vocals I wrote
I’m so cool with my old skoole shit
Addidas show shoes and my Stan smiths
I’m the man with a PH, 337
From cassettes to my CD seller
Rude boi, now watch dat
When it came to the scene, I locked dat
Cause when it come to the green, I stomp that
Gos cash, you can never ty rob that
So move nigga, I don’t know you
Dat means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pieces to notes, boo
K-A, so old skool
Beggas hate old skool life, and me?
Niggas know why my boss on da beat
Hardcore, neva go soft on the street
From “boys love girls” to “London Town”
I told the world and knocked London down
Total reputations ain’t deservin
From MCs that put the work in
I had a few tunes before Youtube
And I was a known face, before channel U
PP, reps to EQ
And my prada straps, so f*ck to these suits
Nigga danger-bound, but I’m no pimp fool
And my intro do I play? N O
Look, Look, dats one of my old skool lyrics
And I was an eskimo, Reloadin it
Now my disk gone clear
And yean I could win that battle on da stairs
Rude boi, don watch dat
When it comes to da roadz, I lock that
Cause when it come to the flowz I got dat
Got cash, you could neva try rob dat
So move, the guy don’t know u
Dat means you ain’t old skool
From one pound-piece to notes, boo
K-A I’m old skool