Superbee – Lyricist Lyrics (feat. Swings & Young B)

Hangul

나는 에르메스 너는 헤지스
난 재채기
God bless me 넌 제길
난 넘어져도 재길
라임이 마약이었다면
내 역할 돈 꼴리온
넌 스물넘어도
엄마한테 담배 걸리죠
Jadakiss flow
심지어 난 자다 kiss
혀에다 pistol을 장착한 kit
어서 빨리 니 여자한테로 가봐 kid
물론 먼저 우리집 주솔 알아야지
Kanye nicki는 아니지만
Im a f**king monster
젤다가 날 베껴갔어 내가 어린 전설
내가 rising하는 걸 봐
일출처럼 멀리서
아님 스크린 도어 안 달린
지하철보다 멀리 서
에이샙이 어제 니 강아지랑 바람 핌
내 line이 니 따귀를
치고난뒤에 따 귀
씬을 먹어 아웃사이더 랩보다 82
넌 그저 집나간 자식 X을 잡지

동에 번쩍 서에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
내가 통이래 yeah umm
내가 통이래 yeah umm

남에 번쩍 북에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
듣고 통일해 yeah umm
듣고 통일해 yeah umm

Chillin in the GT listenin to C3
우린 많아 cream 수푠 하얘
Like some BB
SUPERBEE랑 외제차 타고 s단 걸어
Skrrt skrrt skrrt girl group 처럼
우릴 굶겨봐 내 diet처럼 결국 먹어
Haters들은 먼지 yea 툭툭 털어
승리의 여신 내 말이 들린건지
모두 stand up #무릎 위에 흘린 커피
난 F killa 너넨 눈 감고 잠자리
커봤자 내 그림자 너보다는 항상 위
감옥 모범생보단 방종 날라리
내 rap 신선해 마치 첫 딸딸이
너가 골키퍼여도 내가 세운 공
손 못대
힙합은 호구 난 거유 꽃뱀 뽕빼
내 머리는 좀 컸어 힘을 가졌대두
근데 가짜한텐 알레리가 있어 에츄

동에 번쩍 서에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
내가 통이래 yeah umm
내가 통이래 yeah umm

남에 번쩍 북에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
듣고 통일해 yeah umm
듣고 통일해 yeah umm

Come back season 놀랐지
너네 이런 기분 몰라
걔네다 내 이름을 알어 아는척
입은 좀 닫고
난 원해 이쁜누나의 폰
내 이불에 담어
넌 하고 싶은데 사려
근데 난 기쁜데 가려
영비 물려받을래 옥키남 타이틀
내 전여친 슬프대도 im a kid
이 밤도 한번이니
문도 다 잠궈 bitch
너네 병신인이유
사랑해 줘도 간보니
이번년에 바꾼 아이폰 4대
또 계속 바뻐
게으른애들 맘이 아퍼
안 변하지 태도 나뻐
BITCHES 내 배려갔고
2017 제대로 땄어
깊이가 안보이지
너 느낌있는 애들 따러
고1일인 난 수퍼비형한테 페매보냈네
교촌치킨 알바라도 할 뻔 했을때
걍 랩해 말했고 했네
난 외제차 없어 이건
다음 level take that

동에 번쩍 서에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
내가 통이래 yeah umm
내가 통이래 yeah umm

남에 번쩍 북에 번쩍
나는 작사가 man i told you
듣고 통일해 yeah umm
듣고 통일해 yeah umm

Romanization

Naneun eleumeseu neoneun hejiseu
Nan jaechaegi
God bless me neon jegil
Nan neom-eojyeodo jaegil
Laim-i mayag-ieossdamyeon
Nae yeoghal don kkollion
Neon seumulneom-eodo
Eommahante dambae geollijyo
Jadakiss flow
Simjieo nan jada kiss
Hyeoeda pistol-eul jangchaghan kit
Eoseo ppalli ni yeojahantelo gabwa kid
Mullon meonjeo ulijib jusol al-ayaji
Kanye nickineun anijiman
Im a f**king monster
Jeldaga nal bekkyeogass-eo naega eolin jeonseol
Naega risinghaneun geol bwa
Ilchulcheoleom meolliseo
Anim seukeulin do-eo an dallin
Jihacheolboda meolli seo
Eisaeb-i eoje ni gang-ajilang balam pim
Nae linei ni ttagwileul
Chigonandwie tta gwi
Ssin-eul meog-eo aus-saideo laebboda 82
Neon geujeo jibnagan jasig Xeul jabji

Dong-e beonjjeog seoe beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm

Nam-e beonjjeog bug-e beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm

Chillin in the GT listenin to C3
Ulin manh-a cream supyon hayae
Like some BB
SUPERBEElang oejecha tago sdan geol-eo
Skrrt skrrt skrrt girl group cheoleom
Ulil gulmgyeobwa nae dietcheoleom gyeolgug meog-eo
Hatersdeul-eun meonji yea tugtug teol-eo
Seungliui yeosin nae mal-i deullingeonji
Modu stand up #muleup wie heullin keopi
Nan F killa neonen nun gamgo jamjali
Keobwassja nae geulimja neobodaneun hangsang wi
Gam-og mobeomsaengbodan bangjong nallali
Nae rap sinseonhae machi cheos ttalttal-i
Neoga golkipeoyeodo naega se-un gong
Son mosdae
Hibhab-eun hogu nan geoyu kkochbaem ppongppae
Nae meolineun jom keoss-eo him-eul gajyeossdaedu
Geunde gajjahanten alleliga iss-eo echyu

Dong-e beonjjeog seoe beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm

Nam-e beonjjeog bug-e beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm

Come back season nollassji
Neone ileon gibun molla
Gyaeneda nae ileum-eul al-eo aneuncheog
Ib-eun jom dadgo
Nan wonhae ippeunnunaui pon
Nae ibul-e dam-eo
Neon hago sip-eunde salyeo
Geunde nan gippeunde galyeo
Yeongbi mullyeobad-eullae ogkinam taiteul
Nae jeon-yeochin seulpeudaedo im a kid
I bamdo hanbeon-ini
Mundo da jamgwo bitch
Neone byeongsin-in-iyu
Salanghae jwodo ganboni
Ibeonnyeon-e bakkun aipon 4dae
Tto gyesog bappeo
Geeuleun-aedeul mam-i apeo
An byeonhaji taedo nappeo
BITCHES nae baelyeogassgo
2017 jedaelo ttass-eo
Gip-iga anboiji
Neo neukkim-issneun aedeul ttaleo
Go1il-in nan supeobihyeonghante pemaebonaessne
Gyochonchikin albalado hal ppeon haess-eulttae
Gyang laebhae malhaessgo haessne
Nan oejecha eobs-eo igeon
Da-eum level take that

Dong-e beonjjeog seoe beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm
Naega tong-ilae yeah umm

Nam-e beonjjeog bug-e beonjjeog
Naneun jagsaga man i told you
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm
Deudgo tong-ilhae yeah umm

PnB Rock – On My Own Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ohyo
Yeahhhhh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
I did it all on my own
But people keep callin’ my phone
I’m just like, “Leave me alone”
Where was you when I was broke?
Where was you when I was down?
Where was you when I was low?
I bet’chu don’t even know
I bet’chu don’t even know
That I did it all on my own
And people keep callin’ my phone
I’m just like, “Leave me alone”
Where was you when I was broke?
Where was you when I was down?
Where was you when I was low?
I bet’chu don’t even know
I bet’chu don’t even know

[Verse 1]
Where was you when I ain’t have shit?
Where was you before this rap shit?
Where was you when I was out there in the trenches, I was on some trap shit?
Where was you when I was locked up in a cell where I ain’t have no commissary?
Where was you when my baby momma, she was havin’ problems findin’ diaper money?
Where was you before the glow?
Where was you before the dough?
Where was you before the shows?
Where was you before the hoes?
Ever since a nigga came up, everybody call me bro
That’s why I won’t never change up and I still don’t trust a soul

[Bridge]
I used to be broke as a bitch but now I pull up in a Benz
Now I could fuck any bitch ’cause all these hoes know that I’m rich
Do what I want ’cause I can
I know all my haters they say
I know all my haters they pissed
They could just all eat a dick

[Chorus]
‘Cause I did it all on my own
But people keep callin’ my phone
I’m just like, “Leave me alone”
Where was you when I was broke?
Where was you when I was down?
Where was you when I was low?
I bet’chu don’t even know
I bet’chu don’t even know
That I did it all on my own
And people keep callin’ my phone
I’m just like, “Leave me alone”
Where was you when I was broke?
Where was you when I was down?
Where was you when I was low?
I bet’chu don’t even know
I bet’chu don’t even know

[Verse 2]
Nowadays I hit the store I don’t cop one or two, I cop three of them
Man, it’s crazy how last year I was robbin’ niggas wit’ a BB gun
It was me Steph, Leash, and them, now I’m sayin’ R-I-P to them
‘Cause Steph dead and nowadays, man, I don’t even speak to Leash and them
But they still be callin’ my phone
I’m just like, “Leave me alone”
‘Cause times change, people change, people grow
And muh’fuckas know that this shit just ain’t happen overnight
So please do not act like you know my life
I was servin’ white, I was rollin’ dice, I was all day on the coldest nights

[Bridge]
I used to be broke as a bitch but now I pull up in a Benz
And now I’m at all the events, $2000 my rent
With me on the track I need ten
Don’t fuck wit’ me and my friends
‘Cause we gon’ be spendin’ your [?]
And I ain’t gon’ tell you again

[Chorus]
‘Cause I did it all on my own (My own)
But people keep callin’ my phone (Callin’ my phone)
I’m just like, “Leave me alone” (Leave me alone)
Where was you when I was broke? (When I was broke)
Where was you when I was down? (When I was down)
Where was you when I was low? (When I was low)
I bet’chu don’t even know (Don’t even know)
I bet’chu don’t even know (Don’t even know)
That I did it all on my own (All on my own)
And people keep callin’ my phone (Callin’ my phone)
I’m just like, “Leave me alone” (Leave me alone)
Where was you when I was broke? (When I was broke)
Where was you when I was down? (When I was down)
Where was you when I was low? (When I was low)
I bet’chu don’t even know (Don’t even know)
I bet’chu don’t even know (Don’t even know)

[Outro]
Damn, don’t ask me shit about nothin’, nigga
‘Cause you already know you ain’t helped me with nothin’, nigga
Eat a dick
Haha
Ohyo

Shoreline Mafia – Bathing Ape Lyrics

[Intro: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes (On my clothes)
I get face, from all these hoes (All these hoes)
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours (Pourin’ fours)
In the spot, you know we tote them
Ron-Ron, do that shit
AceTheFace

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 1: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, I rock FTP ski
BB belt, ain’t no way you can’t see me
Drip so hard, all these niggas wanna be me
I don’t got time, don’t care you wanna see me
She a ho but she giving out them freebies
See them 304’s don’t do that shit to me, see
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I go upside her head, this movie ain’t no PG
I’m rated R, just bought a car
She like, “Who you think you is?” Bitch, I’m a star
Stuck off a bar, higher than Mars
Told a nigga pull up but I said, “You kinda far”
I can serve the cocaine, I can serve the tar
But them pressed pills, that’s what got a nigga far
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw
Fuck the rap game, what I wanna sell is raw

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
Damn, the plug walked in and it’s me, nigga
Swear I got enough bread to eat for three niggas
We ain’t fuckin’ ‘less this bitch gon’ bring a fee with her
I’ll be screamin’, “Free my niggas,” ’til they free nigga
I’m a dopeboy, I stack money from the floor, boy
Oh boy, caught this nigga at the store, boy
I poured a four then scraped the bowl, I’m tryna get all the extras
I’ma get her off the molly, keep it real, she a tester
I’ma go and hit the stove, I cook it up like professors
When I pour it out the pint you know I don’t have to measure
Niggas talkin’ crazy, I ain’t feelin’ the pressure
I’ma send another note, I picked it up and went neck-up
Niggas wanna beef, to keep it real, it’s whatever
Niggas wanna slide, I hope you came with some extras
I’ma fuck his bitch, but it’s for money, no pleasure
Baby, wash your hands, this is Burberry leather

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles
Bathing Ape, on my clothes
I get face, from all these hoes
In the Wraith, I’m pourin’ fours
If I’m in the spot, you know we tote them poles

Jay-Z – Blue’s Freestyle

[Blue Ivy:]
Everything everything this my only single thing
Everything I hear is my answer
And if you think I say, then innocent if I say?
I never hear that, I be in the posse
Never seen a ceiling in my whole life
Everything I seen, everything is rotten
Never sit in silence, innocent is Carter
Innocent we seek them
I and say we see them
Everything I [?], everything I [?]
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka
Everything in shaka, everything in faka
Everything in shaka, everything in faka

[We Family]

[Jay-Z:]
I got bloodlines in Benin, that explains the voodoo
Got poison in my pen, thank god for Lulu
And thank the heavens for BB, her Creole roots run deeply
I’m crazy, you ever leave me I might have to put on a gris-gris
Spell for us to stay together
Facelessness
Maison Margiela embracing

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family

‘Cause more than ever we gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
More than ever my niggas gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
Already ahead of your end, in the foreign bumping Fela, feel me?
Was out in Havana when that had that banned forever, feel me?
Fuck embargoes, I’m a narco
Colombian ties, shout out to Dapo
OG Juan also

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family

Feel me?
All the fellas from the favelas ’round me, feel me?
Lagos, all the barrios ’round me, feel me?
Bismillah, all the gods around me
Mexicanos ain’t building fucking walls around me

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family

I feel like Ali
Viet Cong never done shit to me, feel me?
More worried about Trump than anyone overseas, feel me?
I’m out in the art clubs in London sipping tea, feel me?
I’m out in Michelangelos in FTs

‘Cause we family
We, we, we, family, feel me?

Chief Keef – Text

[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!

2 Chainz – 4AM (feat. Travis Scott) (Uncensored)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

2 Chainz – 4 Am (feat. Travis Scott) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

MO – BB lyrics

Below are the complete “BB” lyrics by MO displayed. These lyrics were added one hour ago.

BB lyrics

[Intro]
Riot gal!
Hey

[Verse 1]
Who’s your lover with nothing to hide?
Don’t like me, a sinner in disguise
I wrote love songs about you long before
I even met you, now here I am at your door

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all the time
I’m thinking ’bout all the things we had
Oh, but baby, I’ll be fine
Some things are better left behind

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[Chorus]
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be your riot gal
Even though you don’t want me to

[Verse 2]
All I ever wanted was to keep you, baby
Let me stay with you one last night and I’ll promise you that I’ll
I’ll go for a swim with my sisters and sisters
And I’ll be better for a while
(Better)

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all the time
I’m thinking ’bout all the things we had
Oh, but as time goes by
Some things are much better left behind

[Chorus]
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be your riot gal
Even though you don’t want me to
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be in love with you
Even though you don’t want me to

[Bridge]
(Riot gal!)
(Hey!)
(Riot gal!)
(Hey! Hey, hey!)
All the time
I’m thinking ’bout all the things we had
Oh, but, baby, I’ll be fine
Some things are much better left behind

[Chorus]
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be your riot gal
Even though you don’t want me to
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be in love with you
Even though you don’t want me to

[Outro]
Now your eyes look strange
And the sky looks strange
Even the streets look strange
And these times in life, oh
They never really change, no

Kodak Black – No Flockin 2 (Bodak Orange)

[Intro]
Haters so sad
KKK, KKK

[Verse]
Young nigga I got new money, I got new hunnids
I got old cap, pink 50’s and I got blue hunnids
Toolie go to thumpin’ jump out bustin’
Foolies go to runnin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
Better go to school or somethin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
And nigga I shoot for fun
Money moves, these bloody shoes
I’m trippin’ Christian Louboutin
Excuse me son, I beg your pardon
Get from round me, smoke a flock
This is draco, this a baby choppa
I’ve been so angry docta’
Drop 8 ounces in my baby bottle, baby bottle pop
I don’t Nae Nae, I don’t milly rock
Baby I just Kodak Bop, I do no flock
I don’t really do no feature, nigga I don’t need no swap
I don’t eat no broccoli, no mo’ ’cause doc I smoked a canteloupe
I’m smoking KK, you smoke BB
I shot Dae Dae with a BB
I’m spazzin’ on their asses fast so much got muscle spasms
My haters proud of me, ’cause obviously I’m who they tryin’ to be
Make it so damn hard to copy they still try to copy me
Mouth full of gold since 10 years old I hit a lick up top for these
Everybody watchin me, jockin’ my flows
Catch ’em out there went and dropped diamond teeth
If they ain’t permanent pull ’em out your teeth
Hop out with Shotgun Pete
Hoppin’ up out the Jeep
Hoppin’ out, hop, hoppin’ out with the heat
Pimpin’ bitches, I be trickin’ freaks
Tricked them for the treat
And I keep a mask on like it’s Halloween
Er’yday Halloween, C’est La Vie
Nigga, what you say about me?
You ain’t even in my league
Can’t let you intervene
This orange codeine right here, that’s yellow lean
Definitely, I can do the beat again and again
Right now, if I please
Cheddar please, I’m ’bout my chedda’ cheese
Give my chedda’ please
‘Specially, I got the melody
I got the recipe
I hop out every scene, I caught no felonies
Fuck a nigga mean?
My bitches yellow
But oranges be fittin’ me better, she sweeter than tangerine
Glock 23, came with a drum every gun I got a tambourine
Orange Balenciaga
I’m so unique, but my swagger mean
Arms Balenciaga
Nigga, you can’t tell if that is me
I just got these bands for free
Poking one as I cut my sleeve
Baby, that’s make believe
Maybe that’s made with lean
She said, maybe that’s Maybelline
Baby, that’s made with lean
Tramp do you want a lil’ trampoline
I be concrete in these skreets
Poke on one, I cut my sleeve
Baby, that make believe
Maybe, that’s made with lean
She say, maybe that’s Maybelline
Orange soda, that’s my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, that my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, orange everything, orange everything
Bodak Orange, Kodak anything
Orange everything
Woo, glee

No flockin 2 – Kodak Black lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – No flockin 2

Young nigga I got new money, I got new hunnid
I got old cap, pink 50’s and I got blue hunnid
Toolie go to thumpin’ jump out bustin’
Foolies go to runnin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
Better go to school or somethin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
And nigga I shoot for fun
Money moves, these bloody shoes
I’m trippin’ Christian Louboutin
Excuse me son, I beg your pardon
Get from round me, smoke a flock
This is draco, this a baby choppa
I’ve been so angry docta’
Drop 8 ounces in my baby bottle, baby bottle pop
I don’t Nae Nae, I don’t milly rock
Baby I just Kodak Bop, I do no flockin 2
I don’t really do no feature, nigga I don’t need no swap
I don’t eat no broccoli, no mo’ ’cause doc I smoked a canteloupe
I’m smoking KK, you smoke BB
I shot Dae Dae with a BB
I’m spazzin’ on their asses fast so much got muscle spasms
My haters proud of me, ’cause obviously I’m who they tryin’ to be
Make it so damn hard to copy they still try to copy me
Mouth full of gold since 10 years old I hit the nigga up top for me
Everybody watchin me, jockin’ my flows
Catch ’em out there went and dropped diamond teeth
If they ain’t permanent pull ’em out your teeth
Hop out with Shotgun Pete
Hoppin’ up out the jeep
Hoppin’ out, hop, hoppin’ out with the heat
Pimpin’ bitches, I be trickin’ freaks
Tricked them for the treat
And I get a mask on like it’s Halloween
Er’yday Halloween, C’est La Vie
Nigga, what you say about me?
You ain’t even in my league
Can’t let you intervene
This orange codeine right here, that’s yellow lean
Definitely, I can do the beat again and again
Right now, if I please
Cheddar please, I’m ’bout my chedda’ cheese
Give my chedda’ please
‘Specially, I got the melody
I got the recipe
I hop out every scene, I caught no felonies
F**k a nigga mean?

My b*tches yellow
But oranges be fittin’ me better, she sweeter than tangerine
Got 23, came with a drawn heavy gun cocked like I got a tambourine
Arms Balenciaga versuri-lyrics.info
I’m so unique, but my swagger mean
Arms Balenciaga
Nigga, you can’t tell if that is me
I just got these bands for free
Poking one as I cut my sleeve
Baby, that’s make believe
Maybe that’s made with lean
She said, maybe that’s Maybelline
Baby, that’s made with lean
Tramp do you want a lil’ trampoline
I be concrete in these skreets
Poke on one, I cut my sleeve
Baby, that make believe
Maybe, that’s made with lean
She say, maybe that’s Maybelline
Orange soda, that’s my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, that my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, orange everything, orange everything
Boi that’s orange, Kodak anything
Orange everything
Glee, gleee.(no flockin 2)
Kodak Black lyrics
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Kodak Black – Up Late Lyrics

[Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’?
So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money?
Keep that shit 1k

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga [?], hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the [?]
If I give you somethin’], nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black (Young Thug)]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m [?]
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
[?], I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
[?], nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ [?]
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna [?]
Yeah, but let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, [?]
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

JAY-Z – Blue’s Freestyle lyrics

Everything everything this my only single thing
Everything I hear is my answer
And if you think I say, then ?
I never hear that, I be in the posse
Never seen a ceiling in my whole life
Everything I seen, everything is rotten
Never sit in silence ? Carter
Innocent we seek them
I and say we see them
?

Boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka
Everything in shaka
Everything in faka
Everything in shaka
Everything in faka

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
I got bloodlines in Benin, that explains the voodoo
Got poison in my pen, thank god for Lulu
And thank the heavens for BB, her Creole roots run deeply
I’m crazy, you ever leave me I might have to put an egregious
Spell for us to stay together
Facelessness
Maison Margiela embracing

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Cause more than ever we gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
More than ever my niggas gon’ have to stick together, feel me?
Already ahead of your end, in the foreign bumping Fela, feel me?
Was out in Havana when that had that banned forever, feel me?
Fucking bagos, I’m a narco
Colombian ties, shout out to Dapo
OG Juan also

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family

[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Feel me?
All the fellas from the favelas round me, feel me?
Lagos, all the bodies around me, feel me?
Bismillah, all the gods around me
Mexicanos ain’t building fucking walls around me

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family

[Verse 4: Jay Z]
I feel like Ali
Viet Cong never done shit to me, feel me?
More worried about Trump than anyone overseas, feel me?
I’m out in the art clubs in London sipping tea, feel me?
I’m out in Michelangelos in FTs

[Hook: Jay Z]
Cause we family
We we we family, feel me?

Ice Cube – Doing Dumb Shit (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

O’Shea! O’Shea!
Get your ass in here boy
You hear me calling you?
O’Shea!

When I was young I used to hang with the seventh graders
Little bad motherfucker playing Space Invaders
Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade
Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids
Walking with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that I had a lot of pull G
Cheating on tests making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been a half moon
Cause you’ll catch me running out the little girls’ bathroom
Chewing on Good and Plenties
Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies
Yo I was living like the class clown
Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes man
When you young it’s hard to see
That it’s wrong throwing rocks at the RTD
Popping out your window with a BB gun
Better yet knocking on your door and run
Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank
Even though I was still shooting blanks
As soon as the dark hit
I was stealing candy out the corner market
Until I got my ass whipped
Cause I was ten years old, doing dumb shit

Thirteen, that’s how old I was
When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz
And I was looking at any butt and ass
Me and my homies started cutting class
Going up to the high school
Looking for any bitch I could lie to
Tell em I was older than I really was
Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed
That’s what a mack’s made of
But when I got my first piece of pussy I fell in love
Hard as a rock the long way
And then I put the rubber on the wrong way
But I still gotta have it
Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit
Goddamn I was hot
A virgin but I still knew how to lay pipe
Even though the hoe worked me
I still knocked the boots from here to Albuquerque
Then the shit got strange money
I started shaking and jimmy felt funny
Then the nut came gushing
I jumped up got dressed and start pushing
Cause I thought the bitch broke my dick
Cause I was still young doing dumb shit

At 17 got my first Volkswagon
And mastered the life-long art of dragging
To the women in college
Hung out with the OG’s and got some street knowledge
Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast rate
Til they said that I might not graduate
Then I said fuck the dumb shit
Cause Pops’ll fuck me up quick
If things continued
So I start rapping about shit I been through
And I got real good
Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood
Trying to be baby macks
Doing shit that I did seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young doing dumb shi

2 Chainz – 4 AM (feat. Travis Scott) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

Pink Guy – Furr (Pink Season Album)

[Intro]
Man, don’t you hate when you’re all like
“Man, I wanna kill some rats”
And then the, the bitch-ass animal company is like
“No”
So, what now?

[Hook]
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick (Ooh!)

[Verse]
I’ve been shooting dogs with BB guns since I was five
If you want to witness, you can come and see me live (Ooh!)
I be trapping cats in AC units all the time
Let them freeze, baby
Give the mice a head start, please, baby
PETA trynna take away the fun life
They always sending people to my condo
Like, "Who you is, and how you getting all this mammal fur?"
I tell them, go ahead, and check-a check that bank roll
I got a camel-fur coat, gator-skin duffel bag
Chinese labrador rug price tags
Sea turtle shell, money clip, hella tablerags
And handkerchief straight out of the African wild
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about the dolphins on my back
Man, I know a guy, who knows a guy, I get it like that
With a polar bear ceiling fan cooling down my back
And a kangaroo pouch to hold my diamonds and rags
I sewed a bunch of rats to a quilt
All this fur got me feeling like Cruella de Vil
I’ve been lurking on my neighbor’s dalmatians for weeks, man
If you trying to split the profit, call my pager for deets
They try to shut me down, that’s a no, no
They all trying to hit me with the low blows
But I never pay attention, I just pay in cash
If you trying to ask some questions, man, get off my fucking ass, uh

[Hook]
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick
PETA on my dick
PETA, PETA on my dick (Ooh!)

Baby E. – Bando Lyrics

(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah-eh)

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna
Maybe he the prodigy
AKA the greatest
Fuck ’em if he hate
I’m the peoples’ favorite
Had to take the negative
Turn into a positive
Now I’m doing everything they probably thought I never could, yeah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Nothing’s ever easy (no)
Was on the outside looking in with a squeejee (oh)
Then I got the game from, [?] BG (woah)
I went from wearing C-Z’s to yellow bling-bling
Lord I remember when the birds was just tweeting
Moses wearing BB, not BC-BG
Lord I remember when these hoes was not so freaky
Yes I remember when these hoes was being cheeky
But now they tweakin’ for a nigga, I’m a rockstar
I like my red carpet redder than my eyeballs
She got that pep in her step, I knock her socks off
And to the left, to the left, like the south pole
And I keep dozing off, [?] the codeine
She said I need to stop, bitch, guess who I don’t need
The trap head cost me a duffel bag of hundreds
It’s my way or the highway, and I see traffic coming (skrr)
And my homies got more white than abercrombie
So baby knock yourself out she started shadowboxing
And my homies wear all black, act like they got that
And these hoes act like they topics, bitch we talk ’bout profits

[Hook: Baby E.]
I’ve been trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Hoody Baby]
Bitch, I’m the man
Bitches used to call me manage
With that white girl, this a pair, vanish
Sell a whole thing for 32 like magic
Pull up with the plug, bitches think I speak Spanish
I remember back when a nigga never had shit
Just a bad bitch, 3 pounds, and a mattress
She ran off with the work, so it’s like I never had shit
I can’t even lie, I could have killed that bitch
Had to make a trap, she want the money or the hoes, my nigga
Coke prices up and down like gold, my nigga
Rockin’ shows, my nigga
Rockin’ O’s, my nigga
In the Double-R on this rocky road, my nigga

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando (Young Moolah, baby!)
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

[Verse: Baby E.]
Shout out to my day-ones
And the place I came from
Living in the hills now
Used to be a trailer
Me and all my homies
We done came a long way
Copper catchin’ cases just for tryna steal bologna

[Hook: Baby E.]
Trappin out the bando
Chillin’ with my grandma
Grew up down in Florida
Raised me in the end though
Say they raised me in the end though, yeah

Kodak Black – Hollyhood (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood

[Verse 1]
I got kicked out of elementary
Started rapping, making melodies
Listening to beats on my MP3
Now my video on MTV
I got the BB gun in my lap
Brought the BB gun in my class
Call my momma and she sounded mad
Shit when I get home, she gon’ whoop my ass
I just dropped me off for 50 packs
I’m the youngest nigga in the trap
I’m the youngest nigga with that sack
Fuck your plug, I got that sack
[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood

[Verse 2]
I should have been a president
Young nigga with plenty cents
I teach you little nigga plenty shit
All these games, they ain’t selling it
All this gas, should be selling it
Lately I’ve been really out of my element
These niggas be snitching, [?] really having no evidence
And I ain’t even sick so why the hell am I sipping on medicine
Like get the point cause I be working like a Mexican
I could make a little power move man you been broke ever since
Dropped out of school, run around finessin’ shit
Running with Chiraq, let’s [?] we be wrecking shit

[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood