wifisfuneral – Split Lyrics

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[Intro]
SK

[Chorus]
When I’m up in these streets I can’t let no shit slide
They talkin’ down on my gang, it’s somethin’ I don’t advise
If I crack a seal, pop a pill, then I catch a damn vibe
I barely seen all my dogs, droppin’ like dead flies
Man, I’m dirty dancin’ with pole, what I don’t win
Mama told me get out that water, know that I don’t swim
And I play for keeps, ain’t for the weak, I’m on my own shit
And I’m tryna fuck a yellowbone and make the dome split

[Verse]
I just bought a Audemar Piguet, I’m a rich nigga lately
Wool tips in the shot, we hittin’ them thots, come fuck with baby
I was runnin’ that back, servin’ out them Xans, the whole block hate me
Come see my life, no HD, they was bitin’ on me, no rabies
I done put that ‘Tech inside of my Sprite now, I see red inside of my eye
Gotta thick redbone and thunder thigh, this street shit left me traumatized
Know that she want me to claim, but I gotta make sure that it’s bonafide
I don’t see no goddamn rings and no last name so I don’t come with a tie

[Chorus]
When I’m up in these streets I can’t let no shit slide
They talkin’ down on my gang, it’s somethin’ I don’t advise
If I crack a seal, pop a pill, then I catch a damn vibe
I barely seen all my dogs, droppin’ like dead flies
Man, I’m dirty dancin’ with pole, what I don’t win
Mama told me get out that water, know that I don’t swim
And I play for keeps, ain’t for the weak, I’m on my own shit
And I’m tryna fuck a yellowbone and make the dome split

Tory Lanez – DON’T DIE lyrics

[Verse]
Look nigga, I’ve been this way, since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells and shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face
Fuck niggas talkin’, my teachers called me a disgrace
Had to pull up on ’em last weekend in the big Wraith
I sold work on sick days and ripped Js
I spent days tryna duck the ricochets
‘Cause we were tryna figure which clique played with the shooter
Nowadays you boys just tryna figure who click play
I made bitches and made niggas, y’all boys just bitch made niggas
I flip it like a swiss, switchblade, nigga
Fuck around with me, come run the town with me
I do it for my dogs and niggas that’s down with me
He spent around 50 tryna look like us, tryna flex with some bottles, but let’s address it proper
I mean, I find it funny they give me the same bundle without spendin’ money, they just give it to me, ’cause I’m poppin’
More honesty and less lies
Skirted the McLaren off the lot, shit, I bought it as a test drive
I took the jet for the fuckin’ 110th time
Hoping that I don’t go out like Aaliyah or a Left Eye
Shit, I’m the greatest, I’m the people’s favorite
Thanks to God’s graces, I been number one in all these peoples’ faces
So amazing how I made it from the mazes and the phases change faces, but I’m back to being basic
How many years am I gon’ spend being famous?
Actin’ like I’m normal, like I don’t realize I made it, like I don’t realize I’m famous
Like I don’t realize every time I walk around the city, they look at me like the greatest
All-time hated nigga, put me in your playlist
Trunk on the front of McLaren’s that need a waitlist
So when I back, back, I’m frontin’ on fuck niggas, that told me I’ll never made it, in my Audemar Piguet wrist
I hop the plane in sweats and the Bathing Ape kicks, 50 pointer bracelets, man’s best fragrance
I’m still ballin’, these foul niggas is still flagrant
I ain’t got no business talkin’, just a bill statement
See the lights from a far away
I still feel close on the nights when I’m far away
I comin’ home, workin’ at nights to a hard day
Tryin’ to avoid nights in the hallway sellin’ hard ye
Back when you was hip-hoppin’ and watchin’ Kanye
I was coach hoppin’ and sleepin’ inside a Hyundai
Made bands out of any floor, at your mom place
Tryna duck the crime rate, where the fuck was my mindstate?
I cry real tears thinkin’ bout my mom face
If she was here, I’m thinkin’, what would my mom say?
She’d say, I’m well-accomplished, she’d say I really did it
She said don’t let her settle for no penny pincher
I, will not lose, no, I refuse niggas
I, 2 plus 2 niggas, I school niggas
She wanna get high, fuck with a cool nigga
48 floors, check out my view nigga
Uh, I already know the outcome
I may have fucked it up with Nicki right before this album
My ex on me like Malcolm, she know we can’t be together
But still be askin’ me, “How come?” I know the shit crazy
My life upgraded and I ain’t going backwards
Closest thing going backwards is me rollin’ Backwoods
Lookin’ at you niggas like there’s no more factors
Until the story over like there’s no more chapters
Fargo

[produced by: araabMUZIK]

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – GG (Remix) (feat. A Boogie With The Hoodie)

[Intro]
Free my niggas out the can
Nigga, this that crazy man
I ain’t even put no effort, crazy man

[Verse]
Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
See the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude
If you think I fuck with that lil hoe, then you a fool
I ain’t got no education, I dropped out of school
No security with me so I’m strapped up with that tool
Try to take my jewelry off and you gon’ make the news
Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22
Audemar Piguet, coulda’ went and bought a school
Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes
Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit
I just took a loss so I’m goin’ on a heist
Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike
Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight
Thunder in my clip, fuck around get hit with light

Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude

Kodak Black – Candy Paint (feat. Bun B) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Candy, candy, candy
Spent 20 grand on my engine
Put Louis V on my women
I’m sippin’ on lean, I’m dizzy
Got digital dash in my cutless
Got this shit from Duffy
Ain’t get this with no rap money
I got this shit from Doubling
Everybody outchea hustlin’
Nigga, you broke, you buggin’
Fuck you, lil’ hoe, you ugly
I got that bag, I got that luggage
I got dirty money, Houston, Texas
I’m sippin’ dirty muddy
I told that bitch, I just want some sucky-sucky
I don’t want no lovey-dovey
Everybody wanna have everythin’
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Every bitch want her weddin’ ring
When these bitches been fuckin’ on everythin’
Everybody wish they had a connect
Everybody want an Audemar Piguet
I ain’t Paul Wall coming to you permanent
Got a Glock 17 with a 30 clip

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Everybody wanna ride candy paint (paint)
Everybody wanna come down (down)
Everybody wanna drop top
Let the trunk go pop and bang that surround (round)
Everybody wanna have a Styrofoam cup
Matter of fact, they want two (why?)
So, they can sip on that motherfuckin’ sizzurp
Like they heard from DJ Screw (ooh)
Everybody wanna claim blue (blue)
Everybody wanna claim red (red)
Everybody wanna bang out
‘Til they got a .45 to they motherfuckin’ head (head)
Everybody say they got bread (bread)
Racks stuffed inside the mattress (mattress)
But, you’d be the dumbest motherfucker ever born
If you sittin’ around believin’ that shit (that shit)
Everybody wanna be a rapper (rapper)
Shinin’ like a boss on stage (stage)
But, it’s gonna take mo’ than some YouTube likes
And a gaddamn IG page (page)
Everybody wanna be who they can’t (can’t)
Instead of tryna be who they are (are)
Man, this shit won’t get you to far
You’ll never be a star regardless of the paint on your car

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

21 Savage – Vette (feat. Trouble) (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Vette
Pull up inna vette
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
Pull up inna vette
I just spent a check
Pull up inna vette
Pull up inna vette

[Hook: 21 Savage]
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
I got it off a brick, got it off a brick
Pull up inna vette
Pull up on ya bitch
I just spent a check
I just spent a check
What you want for that pussy I’ll pay, pay, pay
Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake
And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake
I don’t want no features nigga gay, gay, gay

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Niggas gay, I’m ashamed
But I’m still with that fucking slaughter gang
That slaughter team, we paint the scene
You niggas scare red, and I’m drinkin red
Young savage, living lavish
I picked yo hoe up then I took her to the cabin
She wanna be with me her nigga is a has-been
Bosch smoking in the back we look like cabbage
Boy you smoking on that bush straight on that bad bitch
I’ll shop when I land don’t need no baggage
You wouldn’t even know what to do if you had a bad bitch
100k on red bottoms for my stallion
Hey I’m still whippin’ work, whippin’ work, whippin’ work
Choppa go beserk, go beserk, go beserk
Put you on a shirt, on a shirt, on a shirt
Get yo bitch cause she keep tryna flirt, tryna flirt

[Hook: 21 Savage]
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
I got it off a brick, got it off a brick
Pull up inna vette
Pull up on ya bitch
I just spent a check
I just spent a check
What you want for that pussy I’ll pay, pay, pay
Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake
And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake
I don’t want no features nigga gay, gay, gay

[Bridge: Trouble]
Ran out motherfucker with these boss it gonna stay like that
Can’t fuck with you snitches my boy’s youngin’ caught a case like that
Mmm caught a case like that
Hey caught a case like that mmm
I’mma stay way way way from em’, like way way from em’

[Verse 2: Trouble]
You niggas ain’t right kinda fishy
I heard the track came with spiffy
I respect you, but ya hoes I been trickin’
Betta watch what you puttin’ ya dick in
Expensive pants can’t even zip em’
Take a nigga’s pants if you strip him
Nigga diamonds dancin’ like a stripper
Pussy nigga playin’ gotta flip him
Spot talk you know nothing bout it
Drought nigga won’t know nothing bout it
Got the salt no dancing
Shout for fuck boy playin’
I send these lil hoes out the country
I don’t play about my money
Still put ramen noodles on my tummy, yeah
Every mall nigga bunkin’, yeah

[Hook: 21 Savage]
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
I got it off a brick, got it off a brick
Pull up inna vette
Pull up on ya bitch
I just spent a check
I just spent a check
What you want for that pussy I’ll pay, pay, pay
Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake
And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake
I don’t want no features nigga gay, gay, gay