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Lil’ Baby & Rylo Rodriquez – Forget That Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Baby & Quavo]
My diamonds hit harder when the light off
I ride private to my shows, just a write-off
This beat from Murda (Murda)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Got a thousand pounds for a thousand, buy them bitches now
First they tried to steal my style, now they tryna steal my sound
Thank God, I ain’t been broke in a while
Do what I do to a T, you my child
I left the bitch in the field and she sour
Move like a ghost in my town, I got power
Reach for a chain on my neck, hear a boaw
I’m hittin’ ’em hard, make ’em throw in the towel
Don’t get ’em started, if you ask me, I’m the hardest
Ain’t come to play with these boys, I ain’t Carti
AMG big body, sound like it farted
I hurt they feelings, ain’t telling’ ’em sorry
These niggas boring, I’m on some more shit
Hundred racks spent on my teeth, I like flossin’
Ran up ten million and still ain’t get cocky
f**k your opinion, don’t need it, I’m poppin’
Told all the bros catch an opp, then he droppin’
Everyone hot on my label, got options
Send your deposit, we come to rock shit
Breakin’ in cars, my lil’ bro like a locksmith
That nigga throw it up, he on them Roxies
Why you keep buyin’ these chains and these watches?
How can I not? Every day I get profit
Upped all my drip ’cause my Crips be watchin’
I really go from these projects to projects
They gotta take it with ease, they can’t stop it
f**k it, ain’t letting’ ’em breathe, they can die
Think ’bout the bros every time I get high
Free the guys
Baby

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
My diamonds hit harder, I ain’t in no competition
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer, can’t forget that (Nah)
Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered)
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter
Naw, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that
This the get-back, yeah

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Had a lil’ ten bands, I spent that shit on denim
I pull up Usain Bolt Trackhawk, this is not no rental, yeah
Project runner, I came up playin’ cops and robbers
You the guy with the badge, and I’m the nigga with the chopper
My niggas catch bodies in the daytime (Yeah, yeah)
VLONE Runtz, this shit won’t make it past a canine
I know real trappers that stay on the block, but they don’t play lines
But if they see 12, they know to run, though, like they Rajon
I stack that shit up to the ceiling, no more sharin’ clothes
I bought a pendant, came from Watson, but I ain’t proposed
Ridin’ with an AR, but he got murked with a revolver
I sent the crackhead in the pharmacy for cough syrup
No, she can’t play me, but if she try, I’ma dog her
They been askin’ questions crazy, “Is you ’bout to drop a tape yet?”
“Is you tryna go independent? Rylo did you sign with Baby?”
Rolex like G-Shock to us, that’s ’cause we finally made it

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
My diamonds hit harder, I ain’t in no competition
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer, can’t forget that (Nah)
Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered)
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter
Naw, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that
This the get-back
My diamonds hit harder, I ain’t in no competition
Not to mention, just a lil’ bit richer, can’t forget that (Nah)
Flew here, we got chartered (Chartered)
Shawty, she so raw, I might just let her have my daughter
Naw, I’m trippin’, yeah, forget that
This the get-back, yeah

[Outro: Rylo Rodriguez]
Had a lil’ ten bands, I spent that shit on denim

Go Yayo – No Visa Lyrics

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

I’m a real trapper bitch I’m not a star
I’m on that perc and my bitch on a bar
I’m on that lean lean lean hi tech no par
Chopper hit you, you get more than a scar
You looking for me bitch you know where we are
Get clout on my block we gon wet up your car
100 round drum on a AR
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a far
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a distance
Bullets keep coming them bitches persistent
Get you myself I don’t need no assistance
Heat seeker ain’t no way that I’m missing
VVS on me they dripping
I got them benjis on me and you know that they cripping
Ball like the goat bitch I’m Jordan you pippen
Thooka hit em wet em up and we dipping
Draco on me bitch you know what I tote
Ice on my neck If you reach you get smoked
Speak on my name you get turned into a ghost
Murder party and lil bitch I’m the host
You beefing on twitter we pop with pole
Let off 6 shots and I hit em with 4
Hop out the car just to hit him up close
Old goof ass nigga got killed for a post

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

Digdat – Stainless Steel Lyrics (feat. Tee Grizzley)

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & DigDat]
M1OnTheBeat
New Lambo, nizzy
Bring the clip back, empty
My Rambo went rusty
How can that steel be stainless?
I drop a four on my Chevy
Ice just make a bitch go dizzy
These f**kboys chasin’ clout
How them boys there still not famous?

[Verse 1: DigDat]
Run man out of their Air Max
S do it bareback, we don’t use gloves
Still puttin’ semi’s in auto’s
Only if I squeeze it, I press that clutch
My friends got life for a body
And they ain’t sorry, free up my brothers
I bought too much Balmain
But feel like I need more colours
Step in a yard with Dior runners
I just want top, don’t need those rubbers
I hate when they leave makeup
Fix up, but I still let her kiss on me neck
Put twenty bags in my mattress
Can’t let any bitch just sit on this bed
That’s four-fifty on my tee
Just cost me more than a half of B
My Rambo went rusty
How can that steel be stainless?
These f**kboys chasin’ clout
How them boys there still not famous?
Where was they when I was prayin’ for parole?
Had to file the appeal with papers
And the devil tried take away my soul
So I step in the field with shavers
I ain’t signing a deal for change, that’s shameless
Get it all back from these razors
I got all this pain, take gas from my throat
How I cope when I fight these demons
Lost all my bros for a long time
Still don’t know when they’re gonna see freedom
And my heart’s scarred, ain’t healin’
Jakes on my back, like f**k how I’m feelin’
Lost love but I never lost hope in dreamin’
We was in the streets all evenin’
Got a big back ting doin’ up Snaps
Like, come to the crib, stop teasin’

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I’m tryna fly out to London
Heard the money was abundant
Custom Louis V suit
You only gon’ know if you look at the buttons
You niggas users
I respect the dealin’ nigga, never the customer
If it weren’t for them, the bag prolly wouldn’t got-got
I take care of my smugglers
If I stack these hunnids, it’ll look just like Blue Towers
Shoutout to DigDat
We don’t respond to opps
So when niggas die, they wonder who did that
Brand new G63, it’s complicated
Got a dollar on the Benz app
Real big nigga, no six pack
Just big racks, big guns, no kick back
No red beam, red dot on the scope
I hit up a bitch from a distance
Light skin thot, thick and pretty
f**k her then I forgot she existed
Tryna take over the charts
It can’t be hard, we took over the trenches
If you a rook, don’t worry ’bout what the king doin’ nigga
Play your position
Big bag, I’ma f**k it up
Bad bitch said she gon’ f**k it up
In the club havin’ fun but we’ll f**k it up
Slap niggas suited out, them niggas cuttin’ up
They ain’t gon’ play with us, niggas ain’t dumb enough
Treadmill talk nigga, watch how I run it up
Heard big dawg put you and you f**ked it up
Heard he ain’t kill you, it puzzled us
New Lambo, nizzy
Bring the clip back, empty
I drop a four on my Chevy
Ice just make a bitch go dizzy
I’m only scared of the one in the mirror
Hoes that I cut off, niggas Amiri
Real big dawg, no rappin’, I’m serious
AR go off, look at boy on his period, bow

Smokepurpp – What I Please Lyrics

Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up
Bitch
Lil Purpp bless your trap
Brr

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
I do what I want, what I please
Bitch wanna talk, gotta get on her knees
Seven chains on in the club, I might freeze
How the fuck I got these bands in my jeans? (Bitch)
I do what I want, what I please
How the fuck I got these bands in my jeans? (Uh)
Drop me a bag, fuck a bitch overseas (Uh)
Don’t fuck with niggas, I only got me (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Boy, you not tough, stop it (Yeah)
He got a gun but I came with a rocket (Brrt)
Big ass AR, that bitch look like Ibaka (Yeah)
He talkin’ crazy so we had to sock him (Sock)
Make the bitch catch the balls, Pokémon (Ball)
Pulled out the Draco, he run like a marathon (Brrt, brrt)
Bitch, I be smoking that gas at the marathon (Gas)
Hop out the coupe, that bitch look like a Megatron (Skrrt)
Fuck her so hard that she thought she gave birth
He tried to rob me, now he on a shirt (Bitch)
I need my money, I know what I’m worth
Since I was 12 I’ve been geeking off Percs (Yeah)
All of these niggas, they hate it
Think I’ma fuck on his bitch but she basic (Wow)
I might just do it, I know he gon’ hate it
I’m way too grimy, I’m slimy, no gator (Purpp)
B-bitch I’m a bat, uh
Fuck Instagram, we don’t do none of that
You got a show, we pop out where you at (Brrt)
Let him get rowdy, six shots in his back (Brrt)
You niggas pussy, a dyke with a strap
He got a check, I’ma need all of that
Nigga want smoke then you know where I’m at (Uh)
Nigga want beef, we can cook some of that (Uh)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
I do what I want, what I please (Please)
Bitch wanna top, gotta get on her knees (Bitch)
Seven chains on in the club, I might freeze (Purpp)
How the fuck I got these bands in my jeans? (Bitch)
I do what I want, what I please (Huh)
How the fuck I get these bands in my jeans? (Uh, uh)
Drop me a bag, fuck a bitch overseas (Skrrt, skrrt)
Don’t fuck with niggas I only got me, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
If a nigga try me then it turn to armageddon
I’ll stomp a nigga out like he had a foot fetish (Grra)
When it comes to money, is it debit or the credit?
But either way it go, I’ma still make lettuce
Vegan stackin’ up kale, no Kenan
‘Bout to make a hit like Negan, uh (Bitch)
Gotta get some land, ’cause I really wanna Stockholm
Like a nigga talkin’ ’bout Sweden, uh (Hah)
All over Earth, ’cause I do this shit effortless
Run ’round the city like walls with no Mexicans (Ooh)
Yeah, I got bars, but you know I’m the best at this (Ooh)
Fuck with the lord when I start to play Tekken, bitch (Ooh)
I do not swear under oath (Nah)
If you get dumped, then I turn to a ghost (Bah-bah)
Pull up and dump, bitch, you think it’s a hoax (Rah-rah)
Eazy-E Locs, they could never approach me
Love me a grill so I cop me a set (Set)
Like the Republic, I stay with a check (Check)
Nigga have bitches be breakin’ they neck over dick
She gon’ be down from the get
Stay makin’ moves with the hits like a blitz
Blew some more time then I copped me some kicks
If I’m in London I might hit a sket
But I’d rather make money than spend on a trick, Zel

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
I do what I want, what I please
Bitch wanna top, gotta get on her knees
Seven chains on in the club, I might freeze
How the fuck I got these bands in my jeans? (Bitch)
I do what I want, what I please
How the fuck I got these bands in my jeans? (Uh)
Drop me a bag, fuck a bitch overseas (Uh)
Don’t fuck with niggas, I only got me (Yeah)

Yungeen Ace – Society Lyrics

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Play this song

[Intro]
Chin up beats, you did it again
Menace to society where I came from (I ain’t even gon’ lie, they got me fucked up, though, ayy come here)

[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)

[Verse]
ATK, we ’bout business, we ’bout catchin’ them bodies
We the reason to call my side, we the reason they hiding
Just got some brand new artillery, this AR still got bodies
My shooter smile and catch a body, you don’t think that they gone off that molly
You don’t think they gon’ off that flakka, them bodies drop back to back
Stand over his ass so we ain’t gotta spin back
Them bullets still in my body, I took that shit like a G
Bitch, I’m a soldier in this field, man, I ain’t gon’ rest ’til you six feet deep
Mmh, we put them bodies in a cemetery
All out play, we call a hail mary (Come here)
We put them bodies in a cemetery
All out play, we call a hail mary
They claim they ran me out my city, must be crazy as fuck
Bitch, I’m a menace to society, bitch, you got me fucked up
I spin that block, I dropped a Xan, that pussy nigga ain’t get up
Rest in peace my brother Jay, he died with that FN tucked
They laughed about that shit, then next day they come pick they mans up
ATK move like the wind, we send them shots from like everywhere
ATK move like the wind, we send them shots from like everywhere
Hey, we send them shots from like everywhere
We smoke him, we smoke them (Oh yeah)
We spin they block, we drop him, we drop them
He died on scene, bitch, he can’t make it to the hospital
Ain’t no playing no in between, we kill them monkeys in the middle
We post on opp blocks, with our blocks
Walk up on that nigga broad day and face shot (Bang)
He send a drop drop to my thot thot (Oh yeah)
Send my hitter ’round the corner, make his heart stop (He right there, skrrt)
Speaking of my thot thot, she pregnant with a nigga from the other side (Crazy bitch, I’ll step on you)
Bitch, you gon’ die with them niggas on the other side (Bitch, you gon’ die too)
Ain’t no monkeys in the middle, we kill niggas who play both side

[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)

Key Glock – Bottom of the Pot Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Let the band play
Skrrt, skrrt
Yeah yeah, skrrt

[Verse 1]
Got a McLaren with the butterfly doors (Butterfly doors)
I drop the top just to let my diamonds show (Let my diamonds show)
What chain to put on? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Miny moe)
I pull up, all the kids screamin’, “Whoa” (Whoa)
They eyes poppin’, jaws droppin’, lookin’ like they saw a ghost
Red dots on the chops, yeah my nigga ’nem on go
Left a lot, hit the block, smoke some pot with my bros
Yeah, you know I’ma get it, get it in, go get some more

[Chorus]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah (Yeah)
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh (Yeah)
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop

[Verse 2]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah, bitch, that’s Glock, yeah
Gettin’ throat from a thot, yeah, ridin’ ’round dodgin’ cop cars
Money long, I came far, life short, keep my AR
Don’t drink but I slang dark, no we ain’t the same, my boy
Playin’ in the foreign truck, AMG Benz Tonka toy
All my cars make too much noise, you niggas lil’ bitty boys
Hit it and you hear the horse, you know that I’m rich, of course
Ballin’, better check the score, I’m the on these hoes adore

[Chorus]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah
This young nigga hot, uh
Bottom of the pot, yeah
Mister Shop-a-Lot, yeah
I do what you not, yeah
Pockets full of knots, yeah
My pockets ’bout to pop

[Outro]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah, bitch, that’s Glock
Nah, bitch, that’s Glock, nah, bitch, that’s Glock

URLtv – Math Hoffa vs Dose Lyrics

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[Verse 1: J Dose]
Listen, niggas can’t handle Dose
Yeah I heard you handle bread, see if you can handle toast
Hit his dome when I’m spitting the fifth
Leave him with a spinning top without the rope and the flick of the wrist
I’m as sick as it gets, I’m a dime with these rhymes
You would, be aight, but you lying in ya’ lines
Check it, I keep my mind on my mind
If time was money then I’m Shyne in his prime
I’m ’bout a dollar, profit’s what I work wit’
Money’s a purpose you ain’t got it you ain’t worth it
I [?] in order to get paid right
You showing off and I’m giving niggas stage fright
And when I pop then I’m robbing, get my cake right
‘Cause with them shells I’m on ya’ tail like brake lights
Dose, I’m in the zone where I get it in
Ocean get me flowing and I’m blowing like an instrument
Serving up blow enough snow got me shivering
Riding dolo so alone I be killing them
Homes you could bring ya’ men
Chrome I’m delivering
Mossberg 5 knock bones outta ligaments
So when it’s drama my trigger banging I’m sparking shells
I keep a hammer for niggas thinking they hard as nails
Got it all for sale, dishing and jaws
Viagra with the crack, what you getting is hard
I don’t live by the law, I’m a menace to society
Moving bundles so I’m doing numbers like the lottery
Soldiers on the side of me, strong what I gotta be
AR cal slugs long as an Allen key
Steal like [?], cut mine’s fast
Keep a sawed-off like woodshop class
[?] might blast, chrome to ya’ cranium
Click-clack boom, turn his dome to a stadium
Another bullet dissecting ya’ wig, shit
I grip mics, hit the strip and approach a smoker
‘Cause I’m tryna make sales like Motorola
And I’m getting the profit
Keep a knot so big to the point it can’t fit in my pocket

[Verse 1: Math Hoffa]
I was supposed to battle T-Rex but he was scared
But since he ain’t here…..
This nigga look like a sucker
A stupid motherfucker right?
He the type to wonder why his son and his best friend look so much alike
I never been a pussy nigga, tell me what it’s like
Fronting like you hard, then running for ya’ fucking life
‘Cause when this lil’ nigga see the iron
You gon’ see him flying down the block like deer when they see a lion
You think he a gangster? I got some fucking news
Only thing he squeeze is his feet in his little brother’s shoes
I’m a Brooklyn nigga, no work then we go to rob
‘Cause I can get a gun way faster than I can get a job
You talking hard dog I hope you really ’bout this shit
‘Cause where I’m from we grab chains and try to punch you out the shit
And we’ll be gone ‘fore you touch the floor
And if ya’ chain’s fake, we find you and fuck you up some more
This rap shit, ain’t no competitors
This nigga’s just prey I’m the predator
I’m better than you, I be the best ‘fore I D-I-E
I got one ghostwriter nigga, B.I.G
See I’m possessed with this
Last engineer I did a session wit’
Tried to lock me up in the booth and call a exorcist
Any beat young Brooklyn a’ work off
I’m hungrier than Snoop would look with his shirt off
It’s two types of niggas in life
The niggas that find bitches and fuck ’em
And the niggas that-

Yhung T.O. – Hennessy Nights lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I lost some niggas to the streets so I’m slidin’ for them
I’m feelin’ lonely in this world who can I call to depend?
Yeah, yeah
Uh, a young nigga keep a stick, clip long like a limb
I lost some niggas to these streets, so I’m slidin’ for them
I’m feelin’ lonely in this world, who can I call to depend?
And I just caught another opp, Lord I’m sorry again
I know I said if I get through it, wouldn’t do it again
But my uncle died next, I had to lose it again
Tryna play this game of life, will I lose it or win?
Will you forgive me for my sins if I do it again?

[Verse 1]
Know some niggas want me dead
So they plottin’ on my death
Pistol by my side, on my right and my left
Had a dream that I died and she cried ’til I left
Know it’s hard to do right but I’m tryin’ my best
Deep in these streets how I’m livin’
Sometimes I slip in my feelin’s
Like, will I make it to 20? Or end up dead or in prison
I hope it’s better in heaven, ’cause here on Earth ain’t livin’
How the police gon’ protect us, when they the ones that be killin’
So I ain’t puttin’ up my hands ‘less I’m slappin a nigga
I been slidin’ through the North tryna catch me a nigga
They ain’t doin’ no drills, got me back in the field
Got my AR filled, and I just signed a deal

[Pre-Chorus]
D-boy pass the Heem, team got me ripped
G actin’ a ass tryna cop another fit
I’m gone off 8 ‘woods, cookie and gelato
And I wish a nigga would put his lips up on this bottle
They tellin’ me slow down, but for what?
My mind already made, my life already fucked
The police pull me over, the Glock already tucked
This choppa got my heart, did a skit and fell in love

[Chorus]
And I, don’t wanna be alone
Tell baby that I love her, I hope I make it home
Uh, don’t wanna be alone
I know that it ain’t right, I know I’m livin’ wrong
But fuck it, I’m thuggin’
Cold hearted, give a fuck about nothin’
But fuck it, I’m thuggin’

[Verse 2]
And if you see me and it’s on me then I’m clutchin’
It was, 8 o’clock up on the dot
Slidin’ on another mission, tryna catch anotha opp
It was, me, Tutu and lil’ Sheik
Three deep, tryna put another opp 6 feet
Give a fuck where you from, niggas knowin’ how we comin’
Straight up out the North, I’m a wild ass youngin’
Wear the green beam on yo’ back just for runnin’
You can’t run from everything and you will never see me runnin’
Nigga, you can’t run from my Glock
Especially, when it’s 33 shots
Feel it’s close to the end but I’m hopin’ that it’s not
I know death around the corner
I know karma is a thot

[Pre-Chorus]
D-boy pass the Heem, team got me ripped
G actin’ a ass tryna cop another fit
I’m gone off 8 ‘woods, cookie and gelato
And I wish a nigga would put his lips up on this bottle
They tellin’ me slow down, but for what?
My mind already made, my life already fucked
The police pull me over, the Glock already tucked
This choppa got my heart, did a skit and fell in love

[Chorus]
And I don’t wanna be alone
Tell baby that I love her, I hope I make it home
Yeah, I don’t wanna be alone
I know that it ain’t right, I know I’m livin’ wrong
But fuck it, I’m thuggin’ (uh, uh)
But fuck it, I’m thuggin’

Lil Pump – Back lyrics

Azlyrics

(feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
2-17 on the track, man
Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh
After that she didn’t know how to act, ooh
Back then I used to be quarterback
Go to the bank and I pull out a hunnid racks
Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac
Want me fo’ show, bitch I’m chargin’ ’bout 40 bands
I’m in the trap and I’m shippin’ out hella packs (damn)
Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh
Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh
Been sellin’ crack since the eighties, yeah
I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, ooh
In the kitchen whippin’ up baby, yeah
And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh
And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Lil Boat
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Young rich nigga need a dick rub
Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup
Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin’ on the front door
Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin’ fronto
Used to post at the Citgo, uh
Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh
Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh
And it glow like a disco ball
Bih, bend it over like your shoe’s untied
Side bitch still got a iPhone 5
Main bitch still got a iPhone 7
Still caught a Uzi, pistol, chrome MAC-11
Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch
And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh
I’ma have a kid just to dress him up in Gucci
To the seven, goddamn, I’m a reverend
Lil Boat, Lil Pump

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

Tee Grizzley – Light (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, what’s up gang
Let me go secure the M’s for the gang
Ayy, ayy, what’s up gang
Those niggas still think it’s my fault
Ayy

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
I went been feelin’ all kites
To puttin’ an M on my block
New Gucci sweater is drip (that’s drip)
Somebody give me a mop (that’s drip)
These niggas act like the cops (Like fuzz)
Gossipin’ more than the thots (nigga what?)
In jail I had stripes off the rocks (stripes)
I make you count off the rocks
These niggas think that I made it and can’t get my friends, so they wanna be opps
If I see no niggas who hatin’ and I’m in that spaceship, I’m droppin’ that top
I get that cake like my b-day ain’t no happy belated
I’m callin’ the guap
Who gave you niggas a voice
Who told you your thoughts count
GPS straight to the money
I put my niggas in route
They told me got bricks in the drop
AR with the big Mickey Mouse
You poses your lady at 12, ain’t that nice seein’ my dick in her mouth?
Candles all over the mansion
You lil niggas can’t shit on my house

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Fuck-fuck with-with me-me boy
Cut off your hands and your fingers
100 round in your ears with a ringer
Cock it back, watch it turn to a singer
Get it firing like this Jerry Springer
All of my niggas on go-go
Zip the AR back like the pogo
Don’t do dirty with these niggas, they popo
Had a G Wagon trap turned to rojo
Finally gave it to us in that cold-cold
Heard the hoes going’ wild down in soho
One’s black and the other one’s Mexican
Had the hoes eating dick like El Pollo
Younger than you with a Maybach
Younger than you with a Bentley
Fuckin’ your bitch from the back, got her head in a pillow, she keep yellin’ gently
Ain’t being friends with these niggas cause when i was down not a soul had sympathy
That’s how I go when you’re broke
Bitch on the boat do coke
Bitch I fucked up on my own
Not get lost on these new niggas clones
Fucked that bitch and she asked for a loan
Bitch you gon’ get that shit on your own
And nobody give me not a thing
So I spend 90k on my ring
You can see all my pain in my watch
Got my ex downing’ bottles of scotch
Walkin’ round with my hand on my crotch
Cause I’m popping and i know you not
And I know you see just how I’m livin’
You not happy with life so you sippin’
Walkin’ reeboks on treetops gettin’ hella guap
Got a big Benz like Sasquatch, are you talking shit, nigga, with a bitch?
Know it’s top notch

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
The iPhone IG all the time (I see you)
How dare them niggas gon’ lie?
Wagyu steak, I dine (real steak)
8 oz, two 55 (real steak)
I can’t get funky with niggas, my niggas so groovy, you niggas be jives
If I ain’t had love for Meek, I woulda been trying’ to get Nicki Minaj
I need a duffle a verse, I do a hook for a dime
Put murders on FaceTime before i get to the club, nigga, look at the line
Money ain’t changed my heart but I’m smarter
I guess it changed my mind
And I take care of my hitters in prison, don’t think it’s safe inside (stab his ass)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

KYLE – Ikuyo (feat. 2 Chainz & Sophia Black) lyrics

Azlyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Sophia Black]
Doko-Doko kara mitemo itsuma demo
Sutairu no jinsei suteki dayo
I-Issho killin’ it fuan demo
Doko kara mitemo suteki dayo
Doko-Doko kara mitemo itsuma demo
Sutairu no jinsei suteki dayo
I-Issho killin’ it fuan demo
Doko kara mitemo suteki dayo

[Chorus: KYLE]
Ikuyo, I think we got one (got it)
I put the team up on my back like I’m Marshawn (Marshawn Lynch)
When I asked niggas for help, yo I got none (woah)
When I did this shit myself’s when it got done (yes)

[Verse 1: KYLE]
Yeah, woah (woah), I did it on my solo
‘Member I was so low, no one wanted photos (yeah)
Now I’m on the big screen (huh), used to eat at Wendy’s (yeah)
Got rich overnight, it’s like I married Mrs. Winfrey (Woah)
And now I’m doin’ shows (yeah), and I brought all my bros (yeah)
And I got all these powers (huh), I’ll vanquish all my foes (wow)
I used to borrow clothes (yeah), I never borrow flows (what?)
Nigga, I got a girl (yeah), don’t need to borrow hoes (yo)
All of y’all niggas gross (yo), I keep my circle close (yeah)
I like myself enough (ooh), that’s why I barely post
O-Ooh, you niggas funny, go get you some money
All these niggas cryin’, go get you some Huggies (Haha)
‘Cause I look like a couple M’s (damn)
My paycheck only had a couple cents (damn)
Back then I only had a couple friends (guess what?)
(Bitch) I still got a couple friends (Haha)

[Pre-Chorus: Sophia Black]
D-Doko kara mitemo itsuma demo
Sutairu no jinsei suteki dayo
I-Issho killin’ it fuan demo
Doko kara mitemo suteki dayo
D-Doko kara mitemo itsuma demo
Sutairu no jinsei suteki dayo
I-Issho killin it fuan demo
Doko kara mitemo suteki dayo

[Chorus: KYLE & 2 Chainz]
Ikuyo, I think we got one (got it) (ya)
I put the team up on my back like I’m Marshawn (Marshawn Lynch)
When I asked niggas for help, yo I got none (woah)
When I did this shit myself’s when it got done (yes) (2 Chainz)
Yeah, woah (woah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Thawed off with the top down, high speed like the cop’s ’round
Dick tall, made her climb up then after that, made her hop down
Draymond with the lockdown (yeah)
Look at my baby pictures, had an AR in the background (Bah, bah)
Tell the squares I’m back ’round (yeah), black out, won’t back down
Sak ’round, walk in no pat down, then sat down (No, no)
If I’m here, my strap ’round, my girl brown, her tongue wild
Gunpowder, shoot ’til I run out (what? what? oh!)
Brighter than a sunflower, roll a joint to last one hour
All I need is one mic, I got stripes like an umpire
Hotter than a brush fire (ooh), Drench God, Drench Messiah
Up there, but I can get higher, up late, I don’t get tired
Seen me on 6’5″, stood on a quarter milli’
That made me 6’9″, that made you itty-bitty
I like when she independent ’cause when I try to buy her shit
She say “she don’t need it”, ha, cool with me

[Pre-Chorus: Sophia Black]
D-Doko kara mitemo itsuma demo
Sutairu no jinsei suteki dayo
I-Issho killin’ it fuan demo
Doko kara mitemo suteki dayo
D-Doko kara mitemo itsuma demo
Sutairu no jinsei suteki dayo
I-Issho killin’ it fuan demo
Doko kara mitemo suteki dayo
Ikuyo

Ashley All Day – Sade Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Hook: Ashley All Day]
I got real way, I got real plays, bitch
Crime pays, I might get you paid
Road runnin’ on the E way, we way, ain’t no leeway
I let the semi spray each way, in broad day
You end up in a hallway
You peewee, this AR long way, it go the long way
E street, trappin’ E street, don’t go the wrong way
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade
She sound just like Sade, she sound just like Sade
E street, trappin’ E street, don’t go the wrong way
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade

[Verse 1: Ashley All Day]
I got big bags, bitch you big mad
45 make it click clack, it smoke like a zigzag, uh
Gucci bag filled with them racks, face hella pretty with tatts
Yeah I be pushin’ them packs, hit a stain and I go relax
Oh, these lil’ bitches still wanna be me
20/20 vision and they still can’t see me
I might pull up with the gang, window down, let it bang
Hoggin’ lanes, cherry paint, get the fuck up out my way
I been sippin’ Bombay all day, smooth off a Rita like I’m Sade, gang gang

[Hook: Ashley All Day]
I got real way, I got real plays, bitch
Crime pays, I might get you paid
Road runnin’ on the E way, we way, ain’t no leeway
I let the semi spray each way, in broad day
You end up in a hallway
You peewee, this AR long way, it go the long way
E street, trappin’ E street, don’t go the wrong way
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade
She sound just like Sade, she sound just like Sade
E street, trappin’ E street, don’t go the wrong way
My bitch sing, that Nina sing, she sound just like Sade

N.E.R.D – Kites lyrics

Azlyrics

Pt. I

[Intro: Chad Hugo]
Yeah
On my young niggas, on my done nigga
Yeah
Woo!
Yeah
On my young one, on my done one
One time!
Woo!

[Chorus: M.I.A.]
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, location device
Ay, my love is [?]
Ay, we with ceiling lights
Ay, sipping from the kite

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
We in love with the rally, but they had to have the clothes
Tonight we unified society, all my sisters and my bros
And guess the wind, they gon’ shoot us
Regardless which way it blows
In the moon like Apollos
Kites like UFOs
Nigga hold a door (hold a door, hold a door, hold a door)
What you tryna’ to close it for? (close it for, close it for, close it for)
Nigga hold a door (hold a door, hold a door, hold a door)
There’s room for some many more (many more, many more, many more)

Pt. II

[Verse 2: Pharrell]
Wake up in the morning, don’t know if you’re gonna blah!
When we do the [?] til’ it’s done
Everybody needs friends, okay
[?] you know you need to blah!
If you want to shine way up!
If you want to shine way up!
Way, way, way up!
If you want to bring the day up

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar, Pharrell & both]
Kites on my radar, life in my palms
We unite through the chaos (only for the purist)
Tell them to obey ours
My cerebellum threw a rebellion from AR’s (room for the bull stick)
The day I have a J.R., I tell him the worth of God only, and quit his day job (motherf*ck the bullsh*t)
Radio never play ours
This revolution ain’t televised with prayer
Jumping over borders
Ain’t no ruler for restrictions
Ain’t no police to deport us
Ain’t no summers for our sons
Ain’t no dealings for our daughters
Every prosecution hung, save the verdict for the lawyers
Illuminate the corner, I celebrate humanity scream back at me in the morning
Every field in Mississippi, every street in California
Know the devil was alive, it’s the time to be anointed
Truck into a stream, disconnected to a dream
Head bussin’, hittin’ nothing, even if I gotta bleed
Sitting waiting patient for a universal pain
Politicking was the nation, this is big as you and me huh?
I let you fly my contacts, okay
Tryna send us off on combat, no way
Waking up the spirit it’s on every human being
If you with us, then you scream, so one day you can shout way out
Me, I am way up

[Bridge: Pharrell & M.I.A.]
Way, way, way up
Hey, hey
Bring the f*cking crayon
Hey, hey

[Verse 4: M.I.A.]
The girls in here are the humblest
We drink out our plastic tumblers
While you see us on Tumblr’s
We wave at each other [?]
They don’t wanna get down with foreigners
Say “hey, you”, you won’t admire us
[?], they curious
I wanna get high cause I’m curious
I’m serious, I hope you are feeling us
I’m paying all these with [?]
With mobiles are running delirious
It’s our dream, it’s out of radius
I’m letting off kites over barriers

[Refrain: M.I.A.]
I’m letting off kites over barriers
I’m letting off kites over barriers
I’m letting off kites over barriers
I’m letting off kites over barriers

Pt. III

[Outro: Chad Hugo]
They give us so many more
Hey!

N.E.R.D – Kites (feat. Kendrick Lamar & M.I.A.)

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
On my young niggas, on my done nigga
Yeah
Woo!
Yeah
On my young one, on my done one
One time!
Woo!

[Chorus: M.I.A.]
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah
Ay, location device
Ay, elevate your life
Ay, we with ceiling lights
Ay, sipping from the kite

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
We in love at the rally
Thought they had to add the clothes
Tonight we unify society
All my sisters and my bros
Against the wind, they gon’ shoot us
Regardless which way it blows
In the moon like we’re Venus
Kites like UFOs
Nigga hold a door
What you tryna’ to close it for?
Nigga hold a door
There’s room for some many more

[Verse 2: Pharrell]
Wake up in the morning, don’t know if you’re coming back
When we do the [?] we make 60 til’ it’s done
Everybody need space, okay
If you got the light inside then you know you need to blah!
If you want to shine way up!
If you want to shine way up!
Way, way, way up!
If you want to bring the day up

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Pharrell]
Kites on my radar, life in my palms
We unite through the chaos (only for the purist)
Tell them to obey ours
My cerebellum threw a rebellion from AR’s (room for the boom stick)
The day I have a J.R., I tell him the worth of God only, and quit his day job (motherfuck the bullshit)
Radio never play ours
This revolution ain’t televised with prayer, jumping over borders
Ain’t no ruler for restrictions, ain’t no police to deport us
Ain’t no summers for our sons, ain’t no dealings for our daughters
Every prosecution hung, save the verdict for the lawyers
Illuminate the corner, celebrate humanity scream and back at me in the morning
Every field in Mississippi, every street in California
Know the devil is a liar, it’s the time to be anointed
Truck into a stream, disconnected to a dream
Head bussin’, hittin’ nothing, even if I gotta bleed
Sittin’ waiting patient for a universal pain
Politicking with the nation, this is big as you and me huh?
I let you find my contacts, okay
Tryna set us off for combat, no way
Waking up the spirit it’s on every human being
If you with us, then you scream, so one day you can shine way up!
Me, I am way up

[Bridge: Pharrell & M.I.A.]
Way, way, way up
Hey, hey
Bring the fucking crayon
Hey, hey

[Verse 4: M.I.A.]
The girls in here are the humblest
We drink out our plastic tumblers
While you see us on Tumblrs
We wanna get jobs as a baroness
They don’t wanna get down with foreigners
Say "hey, you", you won’t admire us
Carriers the cross, they curious
I wanna get high cause I’m curious
I’m serious, I hope you are feeling us
I’m paying all these with periods
With mobiles are running delirious
It’s our dream, out of this radius
I’m letting off kites over barriers

[Refrain: M.I.A.]
I’m letting off kites over barriers
I’m letting off kites over barriers
I’m letting off kites over barriers
I’m letting off kites over barriers

[Outro: Chad Hugo]
They give us so many more
Hey!

YBN Nahmir – Bail Out

Azlyrics

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

[Verse]
Bitch you know I got guala
Stackin’ these chips, I be gettin’ these commas
Choppers hit ’em and they partners
Fuck they mama right in front of they father
AR bullets hit a nigga
My niggas really pullin’ triggers
We pop out the cut and we sendin’ them shots
No we not talkin’ to niggas
Bitch I’m the shit, I cannot be no dummy
I’m fuckin’ yo’ bitch while I’m gettin’ this money
Stacked up, and that clip it hold forty
I’m sendin’ them shots if you caliin’ me shorty
FN, it came with a 30
If you try me nigga, I’mma do you dirty
Curb service, and I shoot like Curry
And the bullets rippin’ through a nigga jersey
All about commas, we with the drama
Boy, we be ridin’ Impalas
You slide to the ville, you gettin’ yo’ haircut, my broski, he hit at yo’ barber
Cuffin’ these bitches, boy you be [?], know that lil’ bitch she got mileage
R.I.P. Valley, we so turnt up, all of my niggas be wildin’
Keep it a stack for you niggas, who fraudin’ and flexin’ and lying in raps
Not from the trenches, roaches and rats, boy they be bigger than cats
No we not fightin’ you niggas, we pullin’ with choppers and ARs and MACs
Yellin’ free Frank, we turnt up lil’ nigga, until that lil’ nigga get back

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

Chief Keef – Text

Azlyrics

[Intro]
SOSA BABY..

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks, & that be the OG, just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

[Verse 1]
Please don’t cross the gun line, gon’ cost you your sunshine
And I got the D-line lookin’ like a lunch line
And today is payday, so you know it’s crunch time
Got my AR with me, that’s my lil sunshine
Pour that codeine up, it’s bout that get drunk time
You gon catch your deer, Imma go and hunt mine
Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies
Y’all my shorties so, when you see me say "What up Dad!"
Ain’t’ no puff, puff-pass, Boa I had a rough past
In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag
You know the streets is [?] Get stuck like a thumb tac
Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and getcho drum back

[Verse 2]
Ima pour this pint up in some lemon lime
You can get yo shit split, fuckin’ wit me n the guys
Mobbin with some big shit, don’t pay us no mind
Hit you wit’ some big hits, won’t take us no time
Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
Pockets be on be big bitch, I’m not even lyin’
This shit is off the fuckin dome, I’m not even tryin’
It ain’t hard to get up wit’ me, I’m not even hidin’
Bwoy that old ass Benz, you not even slidin’
Hit yo’ bitch from the back, she gone let me have it
Bitch I’m all about the dollas like I play with Dallas
Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
BANG
This shit is crazy..
I’m a 90’s baby, I know nothin’ bout the 80’s
Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
We was really warrin’, I looked up and God just saved me

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks; & that be the O.G. just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

BANG!

Chief Keef – Negro Lyrics

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[Verse]
We ain’t got the same bar lil nigga
We ain’t cut from the same cloth lil nigga
Cut you on I can cut you off lil nigga
Have my young nigga cut you off lil nigga
We ain’t from the same neighborhood lil nigga
We ain’t playing with the same ball lil nigga
We don’t get the same good good lil nigga
We don’t smoke this same dope lil nigga
You need to stop chasing these hoes lil nigga
And chase you a bankroll lil nigga
Better hope that it don’t fold lil nigga
Sometimes starting up be cold lil nigga
Shorty think Imma hit the mall up with her
So I had to send Ballout with her
Had to send her luggage with her
Imma fly back tommorrow nigga
Pull up to the show with my vathos
A million niggas in this truck lil nigga
[?] Put the AR in front a lil nigga
Take a ya manhood right from ya lil nigga
You ain’t the only one from the jungle lil nigga
Put a hole in ya, the size of a Funyun lil nigga
Back in the days, smoking them dubs smokin them eighths
Now look at me, 14 in my cup, wrist cost me a G
Better how [?] enough Moncler for 16 winters
A brown Louis bag stick green in it
Guarantee yo bitch will sleep with it
Now that’s fucked up, my louis bag get more ass then you
And the monster, on the bag of this Fendi bag
Get more cash then you, and these fingers on me
Count more cash then you
“Look up Marlon, Say cheese” turn a nigga face to the news

[Outro]
Yeeeaaaah- yeahhhh- yeahhhh- yeaaaaaa

Ethereal – Watch Me Do It (Mankind Album)

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[Verse 1]
Off the top of cage, they like boy he ’bout to do it
Dressed like a black mage, better hope that I don’t use it
Fully loaded, fully load, Easy, Easy really really out here totting
Easy might shoot out in open, yeah
Losing my noodles, but I’m so focused
Mankind in the flesh
Do it for the people shooting at the steeple
Niggas think I’m sleep, but I ain’t really sleeping
I’m just waiting on the perfect time to freak it, yeah
My eyes stay so open, I can’t even sleep I just stay smoking
AR was in my closet it was nice I had wanted to go and just make deposits
‘Member 08’ riding, doing stupid shit , shooting out the coupe
Now I’m boys to men, but I still go put a skittle through his roof
Wash away all my sins, I ain’t really shit but you know I’m the truth
Easy pull up rip space time, smoke coming out the boot
Particle smasher swag, Mr.[?], open doors your arms can’t
Flexing at your own weight, nigga worry ’bout me
Huh ain’t that car late
SK with a blade on it, red coat tell ’em Easy coming
Niggas just can’t understand how a nigga like ain’t never ever ever fronting nigga

[Hook]
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it

[Verse 2]
Doing doughnuts on the stage
They like hat the fuck he doing
Smile on my face, but I’m about to fucking lose it
It’s Mr.Blacklegs got cha chick
Ask her where he bag is
I musta’ missed practice
I was too busy stretched out relaxing
Every time I hit the club
Strap on me like a stud
Pulled up real clean
[?] like Billie Jean
I been patient putting niggas cases in a year
Maybe they might even make it, but its too late, cause I’m not waiting
Man I’m hot, I’m blazing
Damn I think i’m on fire nigga
I’ma killer for hire nigga
I might retire nigga
You just a liar nigga
I’m just trying to get this money to make change like a cashier
You want that swag goddamn lil’ homie catch up that was last year
Gotta take a rain check
I was smoking on train wreck
Stretch that money like blank checks
All these haters out here stay vex
Cause young Easy getting pay checks
Money on the way, say less
Rapper step up, I say next
I ain’t do it if you wanna know
Watch young Easy steal the show

[Hook]
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it, watch me do it
Watch me do it

Kodak Black – My Cousin

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My cousin just text me and shit (Yeah Free BG, rest in peace ?)
He said, "I just got wet up sitting in my car this morning Cuzzo
I got hit one time but i’m good though, just letting you know before these niggas kill me
I love you to death and forever. Let me live on as a real sniper

My cousin just got hit up today, I want to slide though
Even though I’m on house arrest, I want to ride though
But i go to prison i know my mama’ll cry though
He told me im just telling you i love you before I die though

Im in the studio right now, Im on album mode
I wanna get suited up and tooted up on sniper mode
Every time a nigga get focused, it be some fuck shit
It throw me off my pivot and make me get on my thug shit
Last year my cousin got hit up and got kidnapped
I wasn’t even there but you know a nigga handle that
Hit him up again this year and i ain’t feeling that
I’m throwed right now cause I don’t know where my feelings at
I don’t know if want to rap or want to pop a cap
But i know you niggas want to see me go right back
But this sniper gang shit in me I’m living like that
You niggas about to make me relapse, I’m feeling like that

My cousin just got hit up today, I wanna slide though
Even though I’m on house arrest, I wanna ride though
But i go to prison i know my mama’ll cry though
He told me I’m just telling you i love you before i die though

Soldier like mentality
Going through these tragedies
Don’t wanna see me happily
Rather see me raggedy
They don’t wanna see me get a bag, they wanna bag a G
But i go on a clappin’ spree and murk ya whole family
I guess a nigga kept it too real, that’s why they mad at me
Sitting back thinking right now I’m smoking Grabba Leaf
Nigga went from wearing baggy jeans to dressing casually
From being on the newspaper, now I’m on magazines
I’m chopping it up with master P, told me keep God first
We doing venues now, selling out concerts
I’m trying to keep a tunnel vision, trying to see it his way
But i got blood in my eyes I’m tired of seeing this way
I can’t even sleep skraight, even on the Tempurpedic
Why I’m stilling going through it why I’m still fighting demons
Niggas call you pussy when you focused and avoiding shit
We getting this money for no reason, a nigga trying to enjoy this shit
I got a lil boy and shit, and i don’t wanna leave dude
Cause they’ll trick him like they did me, that’s what these skreets do
Niggas outchea playing gangsta and playing police too
I seen the paperwork and that’s why they dont kick it like we do
Thats the same reason you couldn’t come home to seafood
Been moving funny but a nigga just couldn’t read you
Beat was been over with, looting cause i love this beat
Looting for my cousin and my niggas who in custody
Im feeling like its my fault, feel like its because of me
Was tryna soak the industry, i already thugged the streets
Did my thing a couple nights, i already earned my stripes
Deeper than rap, they fucking with me cause im about that life
You know im head first, big cuz, thats why you called me man
But if i go to jail again, my mama she gone wash her hands
Im innovating how to play it but its still a slim chance
Cause you will sink in the sand in the game without a plan

Aye i swear to god cuz when you called me dog
And you told me that shit dog i said fuck everything
House arrest whatever, you know what im saying? i went to looking for my AR i couldn’t find it you know what im saying you know i fuck with them AR’s and shit
Dracos too heavy and shit
Dracos get too hot
That AR got the coolin’ center, the heat sensor, know what im saying with the scope with the ?
And shit

My cousin – Kodak Black lyrics

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Lyrics Kodak Black – My cousin

My cousin just text me and sh*t (Yeah Free BG, rest in peace)
He said, “I just got wet up sitting in my car this morning Cuzzo
I got hit one time but i’m good though, just letting you know before these niggas kill me
I love you to death and forever. Let me live on as a real sniper.

My cousin just got hit up today, I want to slide though
Even though I’m on house arrest, I want to ride though
But i go to prison i know my mama’ll cry though
He told me im just telling you i love you before I die though..

Im in the studio right now, Im on?
I wanna get suited up and tooted up on sniper mode
Every time a nigga get focused, it be some f*ck sh*t
It throw me off my pivot and make me get on my thug sh*t
Last year my cousin got hit up and got killed now
I wasn’t even there but you know a nigga handle that
Hit him up again this year and i ain’t feeling that
I’m throwed right now cause I don’t know where my feelings at
I don’t know if want to rap or want to pop a cap
But i know you niggas want to see me go right back
But this sniper gang sh*t in me I’m living like that
You niggas about to make me relapse, I’m feeling like that.

My cousin just got hit up today, I wanna slide though
Even though I’m on house arrest, I wanna ride though
But i go to prison i know my mama’ll cry though
He told me I’m just telling you i love you before i die though.

Soldier like mentality
Going through these tragedies
Don’t wanna see me happily
Rather see me raggedy
They don’t wanna see me get a bag, they wanna bag a G
But i go on a clappin’ spree and murk ya whole family
I guess a nigga kept it too real, that’s why they mad at me
Sitting back thinking right now I’m smoking Grabba Leaf
Nigga went from wearing baggy jeans to dressing casually
From being on the newspaper, now I’m on magazines
I’m chopping it up with master P, told me keep God first
We doing venues now, selling out concerts versuri-lyrics.info
I’m trying to keep a tunnel vision, trying to see it his way
But i got blood in my eyes I’m tired of seeing this way
I can’t even sleep skraight, even on the Tempurpedic
Why I’m stilling going through it why I’m still fighting demons
Niggas call you p***y when you focused and avoiding sh*t
We getting this money for no reason, a nigga trying to enjoy this sh*t
I got a lil boy and sh*t, and i don’t wanna leave dude
Cause they’ll trick him like they did me, that’s what these skreets do
Niggas outchea playing gangsta and playing police too
I seen the paperwork and that’s why they dont kick it like we do
Thats the same reason you couldn’t come home to seafood
Been moving funny but a nigga just couldn’t read you
Beat was been over with, looting cause i love this beat
Looting for my cousin and my niggas who in custody
Im feeling like its my fault, feel like its because of me
Was tryna soak the industry, i already thugged the streets
Did my thing a couple nights, i already earned my stripes
Deeper than rap, they f*cking with me cause im about that life
You know im head first, big cuz, thats why you called me man
But if i go to jail again, my mama she gone wash her hands
Im innovating how to play it but its still a slim chance
Cause you will sink in the sand in the game without a plan.

Aye i swear to god cuz when you called me dog
And you told me that sh*t dog i said f*ck everything
House arrest whatever, you know what im saying?
I went to looking for my AR I couldn’t find it you know what im saying you know i f*ck with them AR’s and sh*t.
Dracos too heavy and sh*t
Dracos get too hot
That AR got the coolin’ center, the heat sensor, know what im saying with the scope with the ?
And sh*ttt.
Kodak Black lyrics
Lyrics cousin

Freddie Gibbs – Andrea

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[Intro]
Yeah, rock solid nigga
Solid as a motherfuckin’ rock, bitch
Yeah, nigga

[Verse]
When you fall, who you gon’ land on?
Niggas foundation is shaky, ain’t shit to stand on
A man’s born with the only guarantee to live and die
But will I die before I live, ‘fore I begin to fly?
Nigga, I can’t deny when I’m not high, I miss that rush, that shit be callin’ me
Demons never rest, I go to sleep, them bitches follow me
I just bought a AR for my dog, he walked the dog for me
Breakfast, sip promethazine with Ocean Spray and Broccoli
Catch these hoes and I act like I can’t keep these bitches off of me
They only fuckin’ a nigga that got the most dollars in his
Squadary
I went to visit my nigga, he caught him a charge, his cards was fraudulent
Time to go get me some yayo, I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
That Bentley Benz or Beamer, shippin’ B’s, I don’t be in it
Not to let these bitches see me in it, fuck the ceilin’
Nigga wanna be me, he wish he could see the G in him
She work in the mornin’, get that pussy in the PM then
I get in it then I jetted, it was a fly by, red bottoms, the thigh high
And every time she see me, she’s sayin’ I don’t know why I
Fuck with niggas like you ’cause at first, you would play the shy guy
Give me that pussy once and I always got it like the Wi-Fi, bitch
I went to visit my nigga, he caught him a charge, his cards was fraudulent
Time to go get me some yayo, I know that Andrea gon’ lease that car for me
I remember when Dukie lost his arm in fuckin’ armed robbery
When I seen his shit was danglin’, almost felt my heart stoppin’ G
Stop it G, drop it G, so much weed, forgot to breathe
Some niggas take the trip I took, but they don’t get to leave
Came out that bitch, I’m speakin’ Russian, German, Guapanese
Can’t let these niggas stunt my growth from livin’ for my seed

[Chorus]
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill ’em with K’s
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid
I can never be a slave for minimum wage
Cop an ounce up off the way, you fill ’em with K’s
Level up, I’m on a stage, I gotta get paid

[Interlude: Big Time Watts]
Big Time baby
[Gimme a call back, bae bruh]
Big Time Watts motherfucker, fuck you
Punk motherfucker, who loves you, bitch ass nigga
Big Time

[Outro]
Shit, momma always told me "go and get your own shit"
Coke in front of me, nothin’, so I got my own shit
Dope and cocaína powder, off in to the wrong shit
I been tryna fuck her for a month, but she ain’t on shit
Start to make a nigga feel like I be in the wrong bitch
Skip the introduction, I just hit her with the long dick
Tried to drop the 50 pointer and I get my phone lit
Niggas looking for the, for the….. shit
Niggas always talkin’ ’bout their bitches ain’t shit
Caught a charge, my baby mama, she was solid as a brick
All the niggas I was feedin’, they ain’t give a nigga shit
Momma always told me "nigga, go and get your own shit"
Toilet right next to my bed, I’m sleeping by my own shit!
Dope and cocaina powder, off in to the wrong shit
I just dropped a 50 pointer and got my phone lit
Got my phone lit

21 Savage – All The Smoke

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah
W-woah, woah, woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 21
Yeah, 21

[Verse 1]
Dropped out of school (21)
Went and bought a tool (tool)
Got a deuce deuce (what?)
Time to act a fool (yeah)
Sellin’ 2 for 5s (yeah)
Right on Central Drive (yeah)
You can ask my mama
I ain’t gotta tell no lies (yeah)
Wanna snort a line (yeah)
Savage got them lines (yeah)
Yeah them niggas used to rap
But I jumped the line (21)
I listened to your mixtape, that shit was wack (shit was wack)
Studio time, you need to get your money back (On God)
Back in the day I let my uncle cook my crack (cook my crack)
Back in the day I would have took that nigga’s pack (took the pack)
Fast forward, still walk ’round with a strap (21, 21)
Gotta keep that pistol on me, that’s at all times (all times)
Gotta keep a yappa on me, I got all kinds (21)
Room full of bad bitches and they’re all mine (yeah)
Room full of bad bitches and they’re all dimes (21)
In a breakdown trap servin’ all dimes, yeah

[Chorus]
Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors, yeah, yeah
Water on the stove, water on the stove, yeah yeah
Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21)
D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco)
Shoot ’em in the face, shoot ’em in the nose (21, 21)
I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (yeah, yeah)
AR with the scope, nigga don’t get close (woah, woah)

[Verse 2]
Trash bag full of mid-grade (mid-grade)
I’m cuttin’ throat, nigga, switchblade (switchblade)
She sucked my dick so long she caught a lip ache (a lip ache)
New car drop, I’m on the list, wait (wait list)
I’m on the wait list, 21, and I weight lift (yeah)
Drop a brick off to you, that’s a weight lift (yeah)
Drop the stick off to you, give you a whole clip (yeah)
Closed casket, nigga, I’m a bastard (21)
Ask around the 6, nigga we get drastic (drastic)
Glenwood Road, killin’ like Jurassic (Park)
I see dead bodies like I’m on acid (21)
She fuck me good like she tryna get her ass did (yeah)

[Chorus]
Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (yeah, yeah)
Water on the stove, water on the stove (yeah yeah)
Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21)
D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco)
Shoot ’em in the face, shoot ’em in the nose (21, 21)
I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (yeah, yeah)}
AR with the scope, nigga don’t get close (woah, woah)

All the smoke – 21 Savage lyrics

Azlyrics

Lyrics 21 Savage – All the smoke

Dropped out of school
Went and bought a tool
Got a deuce deuce
Time to act a fool
Sellin’ 2 for 5s
Right on Central Drive
You can ask my mama
I ain’t gotta tell no lies
Wanna snort a line
Savage got them lines (yeah)
Yeah them niggas used to rap
But I jumped the line (21)
I listened to your mixtape, that s**t was wack (s**t was wack)
Studio time, you need to get your money back (On God)
Back in the day I let my uncle cook my crack (cook my crack)
Back in the day I would have took that nigga’s pack (took the pack)
Fast forward, still walk ’round with a strap (21, 21)
Gotta keep that pistol on me, that’s at all times (all times)
Gotta keep a yappa on me, I got all kinds (21)
Room full of bad b*tches and they’re all mine (yeah)
Room full of bad b*tches and they’re all dimes (21)
In a breakdown trap servin’ all dimes, yeahhh.(all the smoke)

Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors, yeah, yeah
Water on the stove, water on the stove, yeah yeah
Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21)
D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco)
Shoot ’em in the face, shoot ’em in the nose (21, 21)
I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (yeah, yeah)
AR with the scope, nigga don’t get close.

Trash bag full of mid-grade (mid-grade)
I’m cuttin’ throat, nigga, switchblade (switchblade)
She sucked my dick so long she caught a lip ache (a lip ache)
New car drop, I’m on the list, wait (wait list)
I’m on the wait list, 21, and I weight lift (yeah)
Drop a brick off to you, that’s a weight lift (yeah)
Drop the stick off to you, give you a whole clip (yeah)
Closed casket, nigga, I’m a bastard (21)
Ask around the 6, nigga we get drastic (drastic)
Glenwood Road, killin’ like Jurassic (Park)
I see dead bodies like I’m on acid (21)
She f*ck me good like she tryna get her a*s did (yeah).

Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (yeah, yeah)
Water on the stove, water on the stove (yeah yeah)
Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21)
D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O versuri-lyrics.info
Shoot ’em in the face, shoot ’em in the nose (21, 21)
I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (yeah, yeah)}
AR with the scope, nigga don’t get closeee.
21 Savage lyrics
Video smoke

21 Savage – All That Smoke

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah
W-woah, woah, woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 21
Yeah, 21

[Verse 1]
Dropped out of school (21)
Went and bought a tool (tool)
Got a deuce deuce (what?)
Time to act a fool (yeah)
Sellin’ 2 for 5s (yeah)
Right on Central Drive (yeah)
You can ask my mama
I ain’t gotta tell no lies (yeah)
Wanna snort a line (yeah)
Savage got them lines (yeah)
Yeah them niggas used to rap
But I jumped the line (21)
I listened to your mixtape, that shit was wack (shit was wack)
Studio time, you need to get your money back (On God)
Back in the day I let my uncle cook my crack (cook my crack)
Back in the day I would have took that nigga’s pack (took the pack)
Fast forward, still walk ’round with a strap (21, 21)
Gotta keep that pistol on me, that’s at all times (all times)
Gotta keep a yappa on me, I got all kinds (21)
Room full of bad bitches and they’re all mine (yeah)
Room full of bad bitches and they’re all dimes (21)
In a breakdown trap servin’ all dimes, yeah

[Chorus]
Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors, yeah, yeah
Water on the stove, water on the stove, yeah yeah
Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21)
D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco)
Shoot ’em in the face, shoot ’em in the nose (21, 21)
I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (yeah, yeah)
AR with the scope, nigga don’t get close (woah, woah)

[Verse 2]
Trash bag full of mid-grade (mid-grade)
I’m cuttin’ throat, nigga, switchblade (switchblade)
She sucked my dick so long she caught a lip ache (a lip ache)
New car drop, I’m on the list, wait (wait list)
I’m on the wait list, 21, and I weight lift (yeah)
Drop a brick off to you, that’s a weight lift (yeah)
Drop the stick off to you, give you a whole clip (yeah)
Closed casket, nigga, I’m a bastard (21)
Ask around the 6, nigga we get drastic (drastic)
Glenwood Road, killin’ like Jurassic (Park)
I see dead bodies like I’m on acid (21)
She fuck me good like she tryna get her ass did (yeah)

[Chorus]
Burglar-bar doors, burglar-bar doors (yeah, yeah)
Water on the stove, water on the stove (yeah yeah)
Watch me whip a O, watch me whip a O (21, 21)
We want all the smoke, we want all the smoke (21, 21)
D-R-A-C-O, D-R-A-C-O (Draco, Draco)
Shoot ’em in the face, shoot ’em in the nose (21, 21)
I paid my lawyer dope, he played with his nose (yeah, yeah)}
AR with the scope, nigga don’t get close (woah, woah)

Lil Yachty – X Men (Teenage Emotions Album)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, uh, ayy, bitch
Ayy, Lil Boat, uh, Lil Boat, yeah, Lil Boat

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Runnin’ head first in your shindig (uh)
Boy your raps weak, keep your day gig (uh)
19 years old, I got 7 figs (yeah)
Break the bitch back like a tree twig (bitch)
I love myself more than anybody (anybody)
Fuck I look like in a Masarati?
I leave that shit to the trap stars (real)
A nigga like me, I’m a busy body (Lil Boat)
Lie on my name and get relevant (what)
Later you’ll tell the truth, sayin’ sorry (brrr)
My AR keep a AR (doo doo)
He find that heat while he tote the heat
Big booty bitch, that’s a cheat sheet, uh
She fiending, she want a meat peek, uh
Take the lil’ bitch to the bathroom (yeah)
Let her eat all of my skeet skeet, uh
Cool, you gettin’ dub money (what)
I’m gettin’ one-twenty up money (true)
I’m gettin’ two-thirty plus money (true)
I saw your Patek, it look funny
You goin’ downhill like Gumby cut (yeah)
My bitch upscale, she a fancy slut (yeah)
I want a brand new Bentley coupe (woo)
I don’t really fuck with that Bentley truck (skrrt skrrt)

[Chorus: Evander Griiim]
Lot of foreign
Fuck I just started?
Wishin’ to Henny
Diamonds on flex
Tuck it, I’m blessed
Drippin’, I’m wet
Fuck her, she wet
Ooh, big body Benz
Hop out, president
Rollie president
Iced out all my friends
Call us X-Men
Cyclops Fendis, yeah
Swipe, swipe, swipe
Take a sip, bye

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Niggas always sayin’ what they finna do next
Shawty told me she not into you, next
Ain’t really for all that pillow talk
But I put my nut where she kisses you
Yes, I’m a dog with a Gucci collar
I get that brain like a Harvard scholar
I’m sure you saw that one comin’
But I bet you ain’t seen a million dollars
I like to stunt on a bitch boy, uh
Diamonds is simply my wrist toy, uh
Niggas be simply decoys, ooh
Test me, my niggas gon’ deploy, grrr
I’m bangin’, I’m bangin’, I’m passin’ ’em, mmm
Countin’ it, stackin’ it, flexin’ it, yeah
If she pretty, promise I’m sexin’ it (woo)
Don’t give me no gift, ain’t no checkin’ it (nah)
You talk to me crazy, I’m checkin’ you (grrr)
I really feel broke standin’ next to you (what)
You don’t have a place in my heart, bro (nope)
I saw what you drive, it’s a cart, bro (what)
You shouldn’t want beef from the start (uh-uh)
Everywhere I drive leave marks (yeah)
All of you niggas is marks (yeah)
You stinky and dirty like farts (uh)

[Chorus: Evander Griiim]
Lot of foreign
Fuck I just started?
Wishin’ to Henny
Diamonds on flex
Tuck it, I’m blessed
Drippin’, I’m wet
Fuck her, she wet
Ooh, big body Benz
Hop out, president
Rollie president
Ice out all my friends
Call us X-Men
Cyclops Fendis, yeah
Swipe, swipe, swipe
Take a sip, bye

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah

DJ Green Lantern – Ill (feat. Royce Da 5’9″ & Conway)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
I’m so ill
(Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell)
I-ill
(All scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em)
I’m so ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
Uh, I came in here with enforcers and with the goons
I never fail, I aim for the stars, came up short and I hit the moon
I’m more G than Voorhees before he had the pumpkin face
Mac 11 thumpin’, chase bitches never dump them, make ’em get out
Control their minds, keep them down on that sunken place
Which is why your boy remains on top
I tell the baddest bitch around
"Hoe, you look like Tory Lanez jump shot"
I use to think raw sex was the sacred shit
‘Til I switch to faithful, ate some sushi from off the chest
Of a naked chick, now I just be dissing hoes
Yeah momma, your son’s grown
I literally turned down your wife so many times
Her pussy lips eyes grilling you while you’re licking it with your fronts on
Either get out my face or I’m defacin’ you with a comment
Rappers like a bunch of baby birds waitin’ for me to vomit
Nigga say that they the illest rhyming, now they got to see me
I’m what’chu call them Detroit problems, now they got DP
Now I got the AR, so now they gotta back up
Lying ’til they got a twelve inch nose, now they got three feet
I’m who your hoes thirst for, you’re the worst floor
Took the Book of Ryan, I keep my story low, I’m the first floor

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
I-i-ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse 2: Conway]
Word on the streets is niggas mad, don’t ruffle a nigga’s feathers
Tell them sucka niggas I said, "Fuck them niggas," whatever
You niggas know y’all can’t fuck with me nigga, never
You can line them niggas up, put a bunch of niggas together
Yeah, extended clip in the pot
The kinda shit that I’m on is reminiscing the pot
Grippin’ the Glock, bandana on, look at the cops
Pickin’ this watch, got the hammer drawn, lift from the top
Nigga you not no gangsta, you just a rapper, I can tell
I can tell it’s fishscale, bust the plastic, I can smell
This for niggas behind the wall to keep the ratchet in they cell
Better stab you ’til you yell, while they passin’ out the mail, yeah
My automatic full of shells, they try to take me out before
But I had to just prevail
I know the goons, the little savages as well
I know the plug, make the call and get a package in the mail
It’s passionate that I’m rapping with these rap niggas for real
Street nigga, but I’m rappin’ like I graduated Yale
I ain’t attracted to the plaques and all the sales
‘Cause if I ain’t the illest rapper, then actually I failed
Look, you must got it confused
Come at me sideways, and get you yo’ spot on the news
You gotta be fooled, shawty get yous, goons body you smooth
Put you in a funeral home, body get views

[Outro: Westside Gunn]
I’m so ill
(Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell)
I-ill
(All scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em)
I’m so ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

Lil Yachty – X-Men (feat. Evander Griiim)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, uh, ayy, bitch
Ayy, Lil Boat, uh, Lil Boat, yeah, Lil Boat

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Runnin’ head first in your shindig (uh)
Boy your raps weak, keep your day gig (uh)
19 years old, I got 7 figs (yeah)
Break the bitch back like a tree twig (bitch)
I love myself more than anybody (anybody)
Fuck I look like in a Masarati?
I leave that shit to the trap stars (real)
A nigga like me, I’m a busy body (Lil Boat)
Lie on my name and get relevant (what)
Later you’ll tell the truth, sayin’ sorry (brrr)
My AR keep a AR (doo doo)
He find that heat while he tote the heat
Big booty bitch, that’s a cheat sheet, uh
She finished, she want a meat peek, uh
Take the lil’ bitch to the bathroom (yeah)
Let her eat all of my skeet skeet, uh
Cool, you gettin’ dub money (what)
I’m gettin’ one-twenty up money (true)
I’m gettin’ two-thirty plus money (true)
I saw your Patek, it look funny
You goin’ downhill like Gumby cut (yeah)
My bitch upscale, she a fancy slut (yeah)
I want a brand new Bentley coupe (woo)
I don’t really fuck with that Bentley truck (skrrt skrrt)

[Chorus: Evander Griiim]
Lot of foreign
Fuck I just started?
Wishin’ to Henny
Diamonds on flex
Tuck it, I’m blessed
Drippin’, I’m wet
Fuck her, she wet
Ooh, big body Benz
Hop out, president
Rollie president
Ice out all my friends
Call us X-Men
Cyclops Fendis, yeah
Swipe, swipe, swipe
Take a sip, bye

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Niggas always sayin’ what they finna do next
Shawty told me she not into you, next
Ain’t really for all that pillow talk
But I put my nut where she kisses you
Yes, I’m a dog with a Gucci collar
I get that brain like a Harvard scholar
I’m sure you saw that one comin’
But I bet you ain’t seen a million dollars
I like to stunt on a bitch boy, uh
Diamonds is sick ’cause my wrist toy, uh
Niggas be simply decoys, ooh
Test me, my niggas gon’ deploy, grrr
I’m bangin’, I’m bangin’, I’m passin’ ’em, mmm
Countin’ it, stackin’ it, flexin’ it, yeah
If she pretty, promise I’m sexin’ it (woo)
Don’t give me no gift, ain’t no checkin’ it (nah)
You talk to me crazy, I’m checkin’ you (grrr)
I really feel broke standin’ next to you (what)
You don’t have a place in my heart, bro (nope)
I saw what you’re drive as a car, bro (what)
You shouldn’t want beef from the start (uh-uh)
Everywhere I drive leave marks (yeah)
All of you niggas is marks (yeah)
You stinky and dirty like farts (uh)

[Chorus: Evander Griiim]
Lot of foreign
Fuck I just started?
Wishin’ to Henny
Diamonds on flex
Tuck it, I’m blessed
Drippin’, I’m wet
Fuck her, she wet
Ooh, big body Benz
Hop out, president
Rollie president
Ice out all my friends
Call us X-Men
[?] cost Fendis, yeah
Swipe, swipe, swipe
Take a sip, bye

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah

Young Money – Hoes Down Lyrics

Azlyrics

[intro: Young Money]
You niggas ain’t spelling nothing fire
Fuck all you niggas
You niggas ain’t shit
Kill yourself niggas

[verse: Young Money]
Nobody can be me I’m one of a kind
I can see you fuck niggas out here doin time
Spreading all the bullshit spreading all the lies
Taking cheap shots trying to have a good time
Fucking up your main bitch fucking up a line
Take it to a new level take it back to mine
Hit her doggy raw and she screaming man
She screaming man
Now I got my chainz and she bouncin up and down
She ain’t got no shame she say she do it all the time
Why u act surprised man this the real her
She dippin front back man she fuckin front back she dippin for the team
Man she winning for the team
This ain’t something new man I had to tell my self
Man I had to learn myself
Got the drugs in my hand
It ain’t right but someone gotta do it
I don’t need to speak man I already knew it

[hook: Young Money]
Tellin my self are thes hoes always down
Tellin my self are thes hoes always down
Tellin my self are thes hoes always down
Tellin my self are thes hoes always down
I don’t need to speak man I already know

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Southside from the south side, Gucci from the E-A-G
East Atlanta Georgia, was raised up on the B-C-T
Bouldercrest Road, and you know I got them P-I-E’s
Know the streets like my ABC’s but I’ma keep the K with me
Grah, grah grah grah, wish a nigga play with me
RIP to Dunk, used to kick it every day with me
Please don’t check the trunk, police know I got AR’s on me
You niggas need to chill, you don’t want to go to war with me
Baow baow baow, G-L-O-C-K on me
Got a thirty round in it and a nigga that’ll spray for free
Baow baow baow, G-L-O-C-K on me
Got a thirty round in it and a nigga that’ll spray for free

[outro: Young Sizzle]
Niggas say they lookin’ for me, bitch I’m at the T-O-P
I just spent a nigga’s budget, that’s what they don’t G-E-T
Bitches know I’m gettin’ money, baby you my P-E-T
You just spell that nigga’s whole name like a spelling bee
Bitch I’m tryna run the whole game, what you sellin’ me?
Bitch I’m tryna run the whole game, what you sellin’ me?
Never do I know these ho’s names, such a D-O-G
Know a nigga want the whole thing, got to E-A-T

YFN Lucci – Ammunition (feat. Trae Pound)

Azlyrics

[Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci]
Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Trae Pound]
Ok that draco with that drum will leave a nigga numb, huh
Hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh
Like a pawn shop, thought I was with Jada way my trunk rocked up
Big called, cook it up, he say it’s all locked up
All heavy artillery, very high up at the embassy
The paralyzed feeling me
Who is he? Pound a fly nigga in town
Play ‘round with me at 12, by 3 he was found
Two two three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah that’s a rebound
Caught her on the rebound

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Might smoke a pound with Pound
A hundred rounds out of town
Like fifty thou for my crown
I told him boy better not play some’
Get your face done
All black, looking like Akon
With more than eight guns
Said these bullets bigger than [?]
Living wet as a pond
Pull out that problem, give ‘em something to hate on
My nigga better to beat the trial yeah, they gon’ hate on ‘em
And if I want you dead I get my boys to lay on ‘em
Where I come from niggas got a lot of hunger
If you got it they gon’ want you
So you gotta keep it on you

[Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci]
Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah

[Verse 3: YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound]
Drum, draco holding a drum
Nigga we got plenty drums
Two two three got drums nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
Yeah if you ain’t from ‘round here you better not come nigga, yeah
Balmain with them shines in ‘em
Know we riding with ‘em
Probably never ride rental, only if we slidin’ in ‘em, yeah
We got so many Glocks, three fifty-seven blocks
Three fifty-seven pops, and everybody drops
You already know what’s happening ho
Pull up with like twenty MACS like we robbed the Apple Store
Fill a nigga up with the pump like we in Amoco
Rapper of the year, slayin’ trapper of the year
I get that pack, it disappear
See this the fastest one right here
And I don’t like to front, but yeah my engine in the rear
If I get mentioned in you killed
Big fence around the crib, I got your pension in my ear
Keep your distance, I don’t feel ya
Aye Pound got that AR, and that R8
Know I’m in that I8 with that 308, don’t violate
Broad day, shootout broad day
We can go all day
I go to sleep, wake up the same way

[Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci]
Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah

[Outro: YFN Lucci]
Drum, draco holding a drum
Nigga we got plenty drums
Two two three got drums nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?

Run The Jewels – Everybody Stay Calm (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Take it easy

[Verse 1: El-P]
Excusez-moi bitches
I’m lit from the last of the gas, Mike twisted
No sleep for the vicious, key up a cop car just to see mischief
I’m a nut punch wizard
Speed bag ya’ ball bag leave none in it
We, we got one ambition
Re-up and puff til the month go missing

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Big, big, big black fellow with a four-fifth in the back, backpack fella
I, I rumble don’t stumble young fellow
Got a stinger in the ’69 bumblebee yellow
I mean, I mean stunner, big titty bank teller had my wife here with her so a hater can’t tell her
Presidential suite, got a fuck boy jealous
I’m the Nelson Mandela of Atlanta dope sellers

[Verse 3: El-P and Killer Mike]
I, I’m a goddamn savage
Eat with no hands I don’t even use napkins
Mark says number one bastard, show up in jorts with a hatchet laughing
Hey El, the AR’s an option for any asshole wanna talk and pop shit
Quit playing pussy or the pistol will pop off
And get your whole face pushed back or knocked off

[Hook]
Take it easy partner
Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains
Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling

[Verse 4: El-P]
They fucked up and paid us, made us dangerous
Too old to change, I’ma stay with paper
Poor folk love us the rich hate our faces
We talk too loud, won’t remain in our places
Smoke by the acre, a brain escapist
Smoke anymore and my brain is vapor
I don’t do meek anymore, guy, save it
The laughing is done now, time to cry later

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
Tell them haters and bitches we bang big shit, but yeah you should mind your business
You can’t pause or shun this, physical fitness, bitch we run this
Paraplegics, you don’t run shit, fuck you even, get the gumption
Think you stylin’, think you stuntin’
I’ll smack the fuck out ya’ ass for frontin’
That seems a little aggressive

[Verse 6: El-P]
Oompa-loompas, I’ll shoot a tune atcha medullas
I’m cool as a rule but I’ll scalp a ruler
I’m new to this town, I’m a stranger passing
I see your bum crews, I don’t get the hoopla
(The world got rules they say) That’s a rumour
Benign, nah I’m lying it’s a tumour
They ain’t even tryna’ buy that we cryin’ goobye
We got dying to do, dude, the design’s ruthless

[Verse 7: Killer Mike]
One-two, one-two
I done read books by Sun-Tzu
Learned from beautiful women who rolled my joints too
The opposite of humble and my swag on kung-fu
No admission for the cool, I just kick it and come through
Hurry up we got liquor to run through
Bales to inhale, lies to not tell
She told me let her go and then I can exhale
I left her with a pound of dro and a Nextel

[Hook]
Take it easy, partner
Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains
Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling