Key Glock – All I Know Is Trap

[Intro]
G-L-O-C-K
G-L-O-C-K, ayy
The fuck?
Paper Route business, Taliban

[Chorus]
I pledge allegiance to the streets, all I know is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack
Okay, okay

[Verse 1]
South Memphis you know where I’m from
Got choppers just like Vietnam
I feel like I’m Rocko the Don
I’m ballin’ just like no tomorrow
I might buy a gold Audemar
Your shit out the middle of the mall
Where the Visine that I bought?
Like Shaggy I’m ridin’ with my dog
Kick in your trap like kung-fu
Finessin’ you, check up the deuce
All this blue, I play for Duke
My pockets fat like Bruce Bruce
I’m ballin’ hard, fourth quarter
I just fucked somebody’s daughter
Call up the plug, make an order
If we don’t agree, I extort him
I got them P’s on the way
I brought out my racks today
Nigga this shit not a game
You play, you get shot with two K’s
Ride with this shit like I’m Cain
Mask off and I got the flame
I’m a big dog Great Dane
Glock, I bet your bitch know the name

[Chorus]
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

[Verse 2]
Put his brains on a pavement
I call the shots like Tom Brady
Choppers and Glocks like the navy
Dodgin’ these hoes like The Matrix
Guttin’ your bitch like I’m Jason
Slavin’ your ho while you savin’ her
Damn bro where your cape at, huh?
This gas so loud man I can’t hear nothin’
Spent six figures on guns
Damn near a million on drugs
Forgis sit up like some dubs
Foreign clothes I’m still a thug
I feel like three-six, where the bud at?
Tommy gun act like a Rugrat
Ice on my neck, your bitch love that
Smokin’ Backwoods ’til my lungs black
My chopper kickin’ like FIFA
I’m ballin, I need an arena, ayy
Come get your bitch off my penis
She suck me clean, algae eater
I got more stripes than a bengal
I got more stripes than a zebra
Somebody please call Adidas
And tell ’em to sponsor Glock Season

[Chorus]
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

[Outro]
The fuck?
Ayy, ayy
G-L-O-C-K

RiFF RAFF – 11 Hour Nap Lyrics

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

[Verse 1]
Red carpet, kush, ashes on floor mats
My words, they didn’t pass, don’t think about that
Don’t ask me any questions, should we interact
Madonna does my ad-libs, you do the math
I should have a TV show, theme song on top
I don’t FaceTime, you watch screenshots
Damn it’s gettin’ hot, I pull open the top
Pull up with no roof, diamonds on my tooth
I should have a TV show, theme song on top
I don’t FaceTime, you watch screenshots
Damn it’s gettin’ hot, I pull open the top
Pull up with no roof, diamonds on my tooth

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

[Verse 2]
Feel like I’m rich
This money ain’t shit, I might buy me a bitch
Broke out a stick and he let it hit
My niggas stay lit
You don’t like me, most likely it’s this
Most likely I’m hitting his sis
If I ain’t hit, then I get the assist
A lotta hoes, I ain’t get to admit
Young niggas turnin’ rich off Riff
Young niggas runnin’ shit, Emmitt Smith
Fuckin’ hoes, doin’ shows, me and Riff
On the road, every mission I mix
Couple you niggas got clipped
Wasn’t on shit from the get
Be like this as I step on the fence
Broke niggas, they stay on the bench

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

[Verse 3]
Oh check the time on the bust down
Bad bitch, super thick, she’s from uptown
Oh, all she wanna do is go up
Uh, pop pills, smoke and drank ’til she throw up
They done got me started
So much ice, jewelry game so retarted
Shawty sayin’ she can’t take no more of the D
I told her, “You gotta finish what you started”
Big ol’ diamonds in my ear, I could barely hear
VIP, they seen them bottles, bet they comin’ over here
If they ain’t a 9 or a dime, I don’t want ’em there
Pints of the Actavis, you know I’m poppin’ pills

[Chorus]
11 hour nap off the Actavis
I stumble over FedEx packages
It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint
Black tint, blue wrist
Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm)
I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm
Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug
Hurricane in my blood, flash flood

Gucci Mane – The Left (Woptober Album) letras

[Intro:]
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[Chorus:] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

[Verse 1:]
Call that ballin I call dat hopscotch
Nigga got a lil cash but he ain’t’ got what I got
No twenties in my bankroll one fifty on my watch
Like Dikembe Mutombo get a lot of them big blocks
Gucci brought them bands out
You brought a lil cash out
Offsets they poke out
Interior smoked out
Homie you a peon
I’m riding European
Emmitt Smith on the back tier but the front tires are Deion
Get the shit for the 17 bout to sell the shit for Keyshawn
My wrist colder than freon that bullshit I be on
In the club I’m wasted better yet I’m faded
Got home don’t know how I made it but the shit all gravy

[Chorus] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

[Verse 2:]
When I’m pickin up weight I need a personal trainer
My money got it’s on fuckin personal trainer
I’m in the club throwin hun done’s
Smokin outta onions
Garlic bread inside paint like lasagna
Gucci be fresh like first day of school
Diamonds drippin wet it’s like they pushed me in the pool
Makin paper airplanes outta hunnids what i do
{?} Ace of Spades like it bottled water to the crew
Excuse me let me introduce myself they call me Gucci
And all my kicks they be the flyest call me Bruce Lee
And I don’t talk my money do the talkin usually
Im super chillin but my money be the rudest

[Chorus] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)