Tag: FN

Marlo – Anything Goes Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

[Chorus]
T-shirt made by Louis (Louis)
Soon as I do it they do it (do it, yeah)
Running through the money like there ain’t nothing to it
I know I say it all the time but I ain’t gonna do it
7.62’s
Don’t start everything goes on my block
Bad vibes in my archive
New Rolls Royce I don’t drive

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Chanel belt drip (drip)
FN extended clip (clip)
Michael [?]
Codeine take a sip (sip)
I got in my bag I ain’t coming out
I still having bags I ain’t running out
Sometimes I have thoughts then I have doubts
Then I go hard and it work out
Taking these perc’s down I need to chill
Used to be a couple thousand now an M
I’m making moves with her with no film
I know she gotta go and tell her friend
Tryna give them the ball but they ain’t gonna get it
They don’t even wanna try cause they see us winning
Got the homie on trial I just hope he win it
I’ve been killing these niggas
Lord I’m a sinner

[Chorus]
T-shirt made by Louis (Louis)
Soon as I do it they do it (do it, yeah)
Running through the money like there ain’t nothing to it
I know I say it all the time but I ain’t gonna do it
7.62’s
Don’t start everything goes on my block
Bad vibes in my archive
New Rolls Royce I don’t drive

[Verse 2: Marlo]
Same clothes for a week straight
Me and Baby stacking this cheesecake
Anything on my block [?]
Off white made me a rock star (off white)
Still f**king with them hotboys running from cop cars (f**k 12)
And when we started to rap we knew shit would to pop off (Lets Go)
Amiri Jeans rock the skinny fit
Marlo Keep it real as shit
Name another nigga as real is this
Take care of the family how real it get
.223 that’s supposed to [?]
7.62’s [?]
And I’m still f**king the baddest bitch

[Chorus]
T-shirt made by Louis (Louis)
Soon as I do it they do it (do it, yeah)
Running through the money like there ain’t nothing to it
He’ll say it all the time but he ain’t gonna do it
7.62’s
Don’t start everything goes on my block
Bad vibes in my archive
New Rolls Royce I don’t drive

Marlo – I Remember Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Chorus]
I remember sittin’ right there on the block
And I remember nights I couldn’t get right (get right)
I remember shit wasn’t addin’ up
I remember havin’ my pistol tucked
When twelve ride by I ain’t givin’ up (swear)
If I draw my pistol better give it up (quick)
If you act real gangster then you gettin’ busted (f**k)
MDC, we more dangerous
I remember sittin’ right there on the block
And I remember nights I couldn’t get right (get right)
I remember shit wasn’t addin’ up
I remember havin’ my pistol tucked (tucked)
When twelve ride by I ain’t givin’ up (twelve)
If I draw my pistol better give it up (quick)
If you act real gangster then you gettin’ busted (f**k)
MDC, we more dangerous

[Verse 1]
Niggas can’t hang wit us
QC we more dangerous (QC)
Quick to bang with us
Get your brain bust, anything does (brain bust)
And I done ran it up
You dig what I’m sayin, worth a million bucks (million)
Got a Maybach with no ceilings huh (Maybach)
Them niggas say I be trending huh (trending)
FN come with the kit, the kit
Them bitches say I be poppin’ shit (poppin’)
That young nigga gotta be rich as shit
That young nigga know he fly as a bitch (Marlo)
Ain’t no more drippin’, we call it sticky (sticky)
When the bitch real bad, I tell ’em lick me (lick me)
Got a fifth of D’ussé, it got me tipsy (tipsy)
RIP to Marlo, he a motherf**kin’ real one (Marlo)
When Shawty Lo died they crownin’ me king (Lo)
I’m Bankhead bound, I’m runnin’ everything
And a ngiga better not say not a thing (anything)
Then shots get fired, let the bell ring (ring)
Long live Bowen Home, Silver Street
Took my time, not salty
Had to get them duck niggas from ’round me
And kept them real niggas around me

[Chorus]
I remember sittin’ right there on the block
And I remember nights I couldn’t get right (get right)
I remember shit wasn’t addin’ up
I remember havin’ my pistol tucked
When twelve ride by I ain’t givin’ up (swear)
If I draw my pistol better give it up (quick)
If you act real gangster then you gettin’ busted (f**k)
MDC, we more dangerous
I remember sittin’ right there on the block
And I remember nights I couldn’t get right (get right)
I remember shit wasn’t addin’ up
I remember havin’ my pistol tucked (tucked)
When twelve ride by I ain’t givin’ up (twelve)
If I draw my pistol better give it up (quick)
If you act real gangster then you gettin’ busted (f**k)
MDC, we more dangerous

[Verse 2]
Stand in front niggas from the west side (west side)
West side from where the best die (best die)
Lo, Marlo, Q-Ball, prayin’
Daryll, damn he was double-oh-seven
The old D4L niggas, yeah they taught me real well (taught)
I watched Daryll shoot up the block (block)
While Steve was steady’ duckin’ the narcs
And Rick Boy got caught by the feds (get him)
And Doc was still doin’ his bid (Doc)
And I ain’t seen Short Neck in some years (years)
Make me wanna cry a bucket of tears
But f**k it, it is what it is
We were born gangster over here (gang)
And Danny Boy just beat the feds (Danny Boy)
So you know Bankhead is never dead
I told Blue to hold his head (Blue)
Shit could be worser than it is
When I think about Kel, I pop a pill (Kel)
I’m shootin’ out the window and you grab the wheel
Them long nights sittin’ on the block (block)
And I was still serving in front the law (I swear)

[Chorus]
I remember sittin’ right there on the block
And I remember nights I couldn’t get right (get right)
I remember shit wasn’t addin’ up
I remember havin’ my pistol tucked
When twelve ride by I ain’t givin’ up (swear)
If I draw my pistol better give it up (quick)
If you act real gangster then you gettin’ busted (f**k)
MDC, we more dangerous
I remember sittin’ right there on the block
And I remember nights I couldn’t get right (get right)
I remember shit wasn’t addin’ up
I remember havin’ my pistol tucked (tucked)
When twelve ride by I ain’t givin’ up (twelve)
If I draw my pistol better give it up (quick)
If you act real gangster then you gettin’ busted (f**k)
MDC, we more dangerous

Marlo – About That Action Lyrics (feat. Rylo)

[Intro: Marlo]
Run that money counter baby
Cold cold world in the game
It’s a cold cold world in this game
It’s a cold cold world in this game
Boy Marioo go the f**k crazy

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

[Verse 1: Marlo]
Havin’ shootouts in broad days with them K’s
Still ridin’ around with that Drake
Ain’t no legs shootin’, we shootin’ at niggas’ face
And that dope bowl gave a nigga the code to riches
And I don’t trust nan’ nigga and f**k these bitches
f**k that shit, I ran up digits
And me and Baby boy still runnin’ around and we gettin’ it
And when I look in my stashbox I see plenty
And flippin’ shit, I really did it
Still sittin’ in traffic waitin’ on a phone call
I know if the walls could talk I’d be behind bars
So f**k this shit, I broke the law
I was swinging them sticks just like Top Dog
Tryna knock your top off for all that flodgin’
Got a bad bitch with a good mouth
And I don’t trust the street no more ’cause niggas creepin’
I been stickin’ to the code with all my people
So these niggas got me

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
I’m married to the FN, that MAC-11 my best friend
I pull up on the side, give it to ’em
Ain’t no hesitation when it comes to the gang
You know I’m pullin’ up sideways, bust a nigga’s brain
‘Bout my brother Marlo, niggas know it’s trouble
I pull up sideways, hit him with the double
All these pain pills got me nauseous, all I know is play for keeps
You gotta stack your bread up when you in these streets
Every nigga gotta

[Chorus: Marlo]
Sleepin’ with my MAC-10, I’m creepin’ with my FN
It’s a cold world and a dirty game so niggas done got me back in
When the pack in, no relaxin’
When them birds flyin’, play action
Know some young niggas get drastic with that plastic
They don’t know none’ but the Illmatic
That lil bastard, that lil boy there went ghost, I guess he Casper
Nigga took out Marlo’s soul and then I laughed
And then I press a green button, then I whack ’em
Lil Marlo ’bout that action, get to blastin’
Nigga told you PFK, we ’bout that action

G Herbo – By Any Means Lyrics (feat. 21 Savage)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Uh, I used to be trippin’ like a motherf**ker, uh
That’s ’cause I ain’t listen to a motherf**ker
Used to take a Crush and pour a six up in that motherf**ker
Ran it up and now I’m richer than a motherf**ker
And I’m glistenin’ like a motherf**ker (Motherf**ker)
I say f**k ’em all, ’cause they don’t got no love for us (They don’t got no love for us)
We way up top, I don’t see nobody but God above us (Uh)
Get so high, I feel like I’m in the stars
Matter fact, pull a Wraith out the garage
I just might f**k around, buy eight cars
Know it’s gon’ only be one I’ma drive
I’m the one who made me everything I’ma be
Chose my road like the Wizard of Oz
Pop out, I look like a blizzard, my God
Look at my neck and my wrist, oh my God
This all the shit I worked hard and I prayed for
Know I deserve it, that’s word to Yah
Love all my fans, and that’s word to y’all
Twenty a verse, yeah, you heard the ball
Been stackin’ and grindin’ and stackin’ and grindin’ and stackin’ and grindin’ ’til somethin’ tell me, “Herb, just ball”
Ten thousand ones in the VIP, watch it fall
Ain’t gon’ see only me shine, watch us all
No, I ain’t here all the time, but they still show me love
So this bitch on my hip, watch your dawg
Ain’t with that drunk shit, we ain’t come to brawl
Aww, you know lil’ bro lettin’ it off
Really it took me to stop him to keep him from droppin’ you
Should’ve just let him get off
Bitch, I go hard in the paint, but I still’ll pop out, start shootin’, I’m Steph and Gasol
They tryna copy my swag but they can’t keep up, they just gettin’ what’s left of the sauce
They like, “Damn, Swervo, what the f**k? Why you keep switchin’ up?”
Ayy, I’m the king ’round this bitch, listen up (Listen up)
And it cost nothin’ to get you hit up (Hit up)
Get a nigga crib lit up (Up)
Walk up, hit his rib and up (Up)
Two to the head, he shakin’, he checkin’, they want you to live, get up
That’s the shit I live, it’s nuts (It’s nuts)
I’m alive ’cause I don’t give a f**k (f**k)
You tryna slide, it’s nothin’
I seen homicide, it’s nothin’, they said they outside, he stuntin’
It’s 4:30 somethin’, he on Live, but bitch, we been ridin’ since one
And we gon’ ride as one, we all goin’ down as one
Got three thirty clips, that’s a hundred
Cops had me, I ain’t say nothin’
Told ’em to suck it, f**k ’em
Still in this shit, I ain’t duckin’
Worth too many millions
Foenem say get from around here, you trippin’, you buggin’
I’m just so used to thuggin’
Grip in this bitch, I’ma buck ’em
Up with the ball, I’ma truck ’em
I gotta ball like the Rucker
Game on the line, I’ma snug ’em, f**k ’em
Guess I’m a by-any-means type of motherf**ker

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
We not in a frat, but we step (21)
I got more stripes than a ref (On God)
The police behind me, I left (Straight up)
I’m runnin’ ’til I’m out of breath (On God)
I told ’em I needed some help (21)
They looked at me like they was deaf (On God)
We tried to be like BMF (Straight up)
But niggas was all for theyself (On God)
You get extorted for playin’ tough
Nigga, no cap, I was on the move, shots went off and my Glock had jammed up
We ain’t even makin’ no R.I.P. post ’til we come hit a couple y’all mans up
I don’t even bring my niggas ’round rappers, I know they gon’ f**k my face up
Know all my niggas gon’ take somethin’
Say that you a dog, nigga, shake somethin’ (21)
Broad daylight, nigga, face somethin’ (Straight up)
f**k school, we was in the hood tryna make somethin’, you was with a bitch tryna cake somethin’ (On God)
Fix my plate, bet I ate somethin’, you was lookin’ for a reason so that you can hate somethin’ (21)
You can’t keep all of that shit bottled in, I wish your lil’ pussy ass say somethin’ (Pussy)
He did, we slid (Skrrt)
We don’t give a f**k ’bout your kid (On God)
My brother like Glocks and FN’s, but Savage gon’ keep him a SIG (No cap)
The coroner thought he had a lacefront on, the way this Draco split his wig (Straight up)
You a baby when it come to this gangster shit, somebody get this nigga a bib, pussy

[Outro: 21 Savage]
Pussy
Pussy
Pussy
Pussy, pussy
Pussy
You little pussy

Lil’ Baby & Gunna – Heatin Up Lyrics

[Intro]
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
4PF look like we hit licks how we sell bricks
We don’t sell shit, we just make hits, yeah
Turn up

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Keepin’ my composure, never sober
Never chokin’, always smokin doja
f**k ’em if they gettin’ over
Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest
I ain’t changed, I stayed the same and maintained
It’s safe to say the kid gettin’ older
Forever gang, I’m never switchin’ over
Made a lane and niggas can’t get over
I can’t match with rappers, they be bogus
Really get a pack and keep the over
Big dripper, stand up in the ocean
Everybody trappin’, we get loads in
He ain’t 4PF if he ain’t got motion
Made a half a ticket off promotion
Shout out Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin’
But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke him
Ridin’ ’round with Dracs like we OVO
I got some racks and I want some more
Still got them passin’ the hood, call it give-and-go
Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four
Let me f**k when I want, I just come and go
Man, these racks gettin’ too big for these skinny clothes
I might put me an M in some big Girbaud
Let lil’ bro hit the stick, had start gettin’ old
I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo’
And didn’t even know how to make that motherf**ker go
On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door
Barely flex, but don’t play with me, period
Shooters follow behind in a Urus
In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist
I’m the one from the bottom who sold all my partners them pounds
Used to drive in a Buick

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna]
Hot, hot, hot, I’m heatin’ up
I f**k with slimes and I’m gonna bust (Bah, bah)
He can’t put on that drip, he ain’t one of us
How you ridin’ in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
How you got everybody lit, pipin’ up?
Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one, I’m wifin’ her
Count the money up fast like I’m typin’ somethin’
I’m the type to get active and never run (Wunna)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Keep the Rugers, my niggas ain’t scared of nothin’ (Nah)
And ain’t no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (Yeah)
On a light day, I keep me a honey bun (One hundred)
Makin’ hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds (Hits)
For this Christmas, I bought everybody guns (Swear)
Bustin’ choppers and FN’s for everyone (Grrat)
Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (Wow)
My bro go see his bop-bop five times a month (Yeah)
Got this bitch out the college, she suckin’ and swallow (Uh)
I stick it in, she feel it in her gut (in her gut)
We don’t run from our problems, we stackin’ up guala and guala I’m tryna get that mega bucks (Racks)
We them drippers, lil’ nigga, best watch your step (Them drippers)
This top shelf, got forty designer belts (Drip)
4PF look like the new BMF
Think I’m deaf, got stones in my right and left (Ice)
How you crank up the car? Ain’t no key in there
Just pull up, spin they block, and get out of there (Get out of there)
Wake up, have a hard time findin’ what to wear
Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare
Want a strap because I’m war ready (War)
Check the trust account, it’s more fetti (Yeah)
Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi’ (No cap)
Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie (No cap)
I’ma milk the game until it’s empty
Lil cuzzo spit that flame until it’s empty (Yeah)
I am not a killer, but don’t tempt me (Nah)
Spendin’ rate ’bout thousand to a fifty

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Hot, hot, hot, I’m heatin’ up
I f**k with slimes and I’m gonna bust (Bah, bah)
He can’t put on that drip, he ain’t one of us
How you ridin’ in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
How you got everybody lit, pipin’ up?
Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one, I’m wifin’ her
Count the money up fast like I’m typin’ somethin’
I’m the type to get active and never run

Pressa – I Come From The Projects Lyrics

[Intro]
Blood
(Uh, ayy, Press Machine)
Yeah and me name Pressa (The Pressa)
Yeah, uh (Uh, I say)
I go by the name, Pressa (Try the name Pressa)
I can’t even really lie, they really like it when I go melodic, uh (Melodic)
(Gang, yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I come from the projects (Pro-)
Where love more expensive than a object (Ob-)
Baby girl, just tell me if you want it (Skrr)
I go by the name, Pressa (Pressa)
I got dreams of a office (Yee)
They really like it when I go melodic (Yee)
I live that fast life (Fast)
So fast I almost vomit (Yeah)
Baby girl want flowers with no vases (What?)
So that’s a dead rose (What?)
She open up like a mosh pit
She gon’ give me head, give me noggen (Pow)

[Verse]
I’m with the gang, gang (Gang)
‘Cause I can’t go nowhere without it (I can’t)
I seen the Dodge, tryna dodge it (Fact)
Big boy gang moves (Big)
And they gon’ need special enforcements (Enforcements)
And they gon’ need closer informants (Wah)
I’m tired of woe shit
Foreign cars, I need a warning
If I ain’t have a mama, I’d be a orphan (Yeah)
Shoot shit like hornets (Huh?)
We raise the market (Yeah)
Shoot shit like Marcus (What?)
Ain’t took [?] (What?)
Ayy, uh, now she always say I’m wrong (‘Round)
And she could be my love
Don’t cost a thing, Christina Milian (Ayy)
Know exactly who you are (Ayy)
All your curves and all your flaws (Flaws)
[?] convince me, ah (Yeah, ah)

[Chorus]
I come from the projects (Pro-)
Where love more expensive than a object (Ob-)
Baby girl, just tell me if you want it (Skrr)
I go by name, Pressa (Pressa)
I got dreams of a office (Yee)
They really like it when I go melodic (Yee)
I live that fast life (Fast)
So fast I almost vomit (Yeah)
Baby girl want flowers with no vases (What?)
So that’s a dead rose (What?)
She open up like a mosh pit
She gon’ give me head, give me noggen, yeah

[Verse 2]
She gon’ give me head, give me noggin (Top)
She gon’ cause me drama, cause me problems (A lot)
When the police pick her up, she keep it solid (Solid)
Greyhound Dawson (Grey)
She more [?] than [?]
Better sing that shit like Beyoncé (Ayy)
Drip some Avianne (Gang)
I’ma tryna ice out all my Mali’s (What?)
And I come from the trap (Trap)
The plug made it back, with a zap (Huh?)
I’ma tryna get my visa, yeah from Zack
And lately been at Saks (Yeah)
Plenty boots and hats (Huh?)
Glizzy with the MAC’s (Ayy)
FN rip his stache (Ayy)
From the trenches, jump the fence (Ayy)
Money make shit bend (Ayy)
I bought mama a new van (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I come from the projects (Pro-)
Where love more expensive than a object (Ob-)
Baby girl, just tell me if you want it (Skrr)
I go by name, Pressa (Pressa)
I got dreams of a office (Yee)
They really like it when I go melodic (Yee)
I live that fast life (Fast)
So fast I almost vomit (Yeah)
Baby girl want flowers with no vases (What?)
So that’s a dead rose (What?)
She open up like a mosh pit
She gon’ give me head, give me noggen (Dope)

Yo Gotti – Untrapped Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
These tears I cry sure won’t be the last (Ayy, rest in peace to Nip)
They will not be the last, no (Ayy, the album was done, I had to go back in on this shit)
‘Cause this pain inside (See, I feel even more trapped)
It never seems to pass me, I said it never seems to pass me by
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Where’d we start off? How’d we go wrong?
Niggas risk it all to put a nigga name in his song
Niggas fighting over blocks that we don’t even own
Leave the house to get a bag and never make it back home
Bulletproof truck, I’m full time rapping
I wasn’t living like this when I was still trapping
Son seen me shed a tear, he like, “Daddy, what happened?”
I’m like, “Daddy aight, but Daddy don’t know what’s gon’ happen”
Niggas rapping gangster lyrics and thinkin’ it’s cool
‘Til you the suspect or victim they post on the news
So the dope that you selling the dope that you use
Y’all made poppin’ pills cool, you niggas confused
I’m a true independent, you niggas should listen
Whether record label or not, I was investing my millions
I spent millions on my artists and did it consistently
If it ain’t real boss talk, nigga, watch how you mention me
Real estate, got a check, twenty mil on that
Thirty in the bank, I’m fifty off, I’m still at that
I seen a hundred bricks, I had a hundred Dracos with a hundred shots
But ’til I see that hundred mil’, I ain’t really did nothing, nigga
I ain’t impressed by a killer
I’m impressed by a hustler who’s taking care of his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in position to show ’em he love ’em

[Interlude]
‘Cause this pain inside (Ayy, you know I just moved to LA, right?)
It never seems to pass me, I said it never seems to pass me by (So I had to ride down Crenshaw just to see it for myself, damn)
So I thank you, said I thank you (Just got a call back home too, said shit ain’t lookin’ good)
Said I thank you (Just life)
For makin’ me a woman, oh

[Verse 2]
I just paid eight mil’ to the IRS
I don’t agree, but then again you can say I’m blessed
Late night, no sleep, you can say I’m stressed
Bruh called, say he fighting for his life, say less
Quarter mil’ to the lawyer, straight cash, no check
Never lied to my niggas, I’ma stand on that
I done cried to my niggas (Cried to my niggas)
‘Cause real brothers really love each other and nobody threats
I just went to Jay house, got hit with reality
I got a long way to go, for real, this shit baffling
Ninety mil’ on a crib and he not an athlete
If I don’t make it for my family, this shit gon’ be a tragedy
I’m tryna live life and make sure they proud of me
I give no energy to critics or niggas who doubted me
I’m a black-owned business owner, entrepreneur
We all from the gutter, from the mud, from the sewer
Send a text to Meek (Yeah), told him move safe (Safe)
Send a text to Youngsta (Youngsta), I’m checking on your case
Send a text to Bagg (Bagg), boy, you’re on your way (You’re outta here)
Don’t get caught up in these streets, you one hit away
I sat down with Bloc (What up?), told him, “You’re young, but you gotta take this shit serious” (You gotta)
Life ’bout more than guns, hoes, and a lot of jewelry (For real)
I just hope that they hearin’ me, I love these niggas dearly
They like, “Gotti, you changed,” yeah, I call it maturity
I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me
Five million in watches and no stones in the jewelry
FN on me, nigga, I’m securing security
I’m tryna get a hundred mil’, fuck facing a jury

[Outro]
(Said I thank you)
See, niggas think all this lil’ shit you doing cool (Said I thank you, for makin’ me a)
‘Til it’s you versus the motherfuckin’ federal government, nigga
Then what? (Said I thank you)
Then what you lil’ niggas gon’ do? (Said I thank you)
Start telling every motherfuckin’ thing you know, huh?
That ain’t a real nigga, that ain’t no gangster shit
All these niggas on Instagram posting they motherfuckin’ business and shit
Draco this, big sack that
And they gon’ be the first nigga to rat on a nigga, you know what I’m sayin’?
Whole social media shit the police, nigga
When you niggas gon’ wake up, nigga?
Nineteen, nigga still tellin’ on himself
Where they do that it?
This rich gangster shit forever
Fft, let me hear that
(These tears I cry sure won’t be the last
They will not be the last, no)

Tali Goya – Un Tanque Lyrics

[Letra de “Un Tanque” ft. Fetti031]

[Pre-Coro: Fetti031]
No tengo una Forty, ni AK-47
Ni una Glock pa’ meterle un chipete
Tengo un par de goonie’, dos Perco’ se meten
Salen a buscarte pa’ darte machete

Te ‘tamo esperando que tú me la preste’
Pa’ a tu shorty meterle con este
Me tira privado aunque no le conteste
A mandame foto’ pa’l baño se mete

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo no tengo un tanque, yo tengo una FN
Mucho cuida’o si te mueve’
Yo pongo a tu jeva a que me mame el pene
Y al corito tuyo le vacíamo’ el peine

¿Y qué e’ lo que dice ese nueve?
‘Tá buscando que le vacíe una Nueve
Si nos fresquean les frenamo’ breve
So ten precausión, que de na’ te la bebe’

[Verso 1: Tali Goya]
Muchos dicen que soy plebe porque digo que El Pachá todavía huele (Huele)
Lo muele, lo muele, lo muele, pero sigue mio, hasta sin papele’
Me gusta cómo dan cabeza todas las bartenders
Tú no te imagina’ como esa loquita yo puse a que mueva ese bembe
¿Tú me comprende’, Mendez?
Como más picante de Nueva York yo soy member (Tiger, Tiger, Tiger Gang)
Aquí siempre hay nieve, aquí to’ lo’ día’ e’ diciembre (Ahh)
Ponte de freco’ y te damo’ kill aquí
Muerete, muerete, muerete
Me metí una Perco y me siento rulay
Muevete, muevete, muevete
Yo [?], you ready to die
¿Qué lo que? ¿Qué lo que? ¿Qué lo que?
Ya los menores they ready to slash
73, 73, 73

[Pre-Coro: Fetti031]
No tengo una Forty, ni AK-47
Ni una Glock pa’ meterle un chipete
Tengo un par de goonie’, dos Perco’ se meten
Salen a buscarte pa’ darte machete

Te ‘tamo esperando que tú me la preste’
Pa’ a tu shorty meterle con este
Me tira privado aunque no le conteste
A mandame foto’ pa’l baño se mete

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo no tengo un tanque, yo tengo una FN
Mucho cuida’o si te mueve’
Yo pongo a tu jeva a que me mame el pene
Y al corito tuyo le vacíamo’ el peine

¿Y qué e’ lo que dice ese nueve?
‘Tá buscando que le vacíe una Nueve
Si nos fresquean les frenamo’ breve
So ten precausión, que de na’ te la bebe’

[Verso 2: Fetti031]
‘Tán claro de mí, no me guillo de gangster
Nos buscamo’, mi combo ‘tá alante
Quiero una cubana y Rolex con diamante’
Tu flow e’ paquete, tu movie e’ mediante
A tu shorty hace rato le rompimo’ el guante
Le viramo’ el implante
Te yompeamo’ en tu bloque, lo veo interesante
Explotamo’ en la disco una moña gigante
[?] y papele’
Tarjetero’, no bregan con chele’
Se buscan la funda, la pinta y mujere’
‘Tamo claro que esa vida tú la quiere’
Y no puede, dos Perco pa’ que me acelere
Y una onza de lean pa’ que se me monten los sere’
Que andamo’ como dice el nene
Si e’ de dinero y mujere, my nigga we get it
Hey, B, we get it
Baja pa’ mi bloque, tengo lo que quiere’
Tenemo’ pastillas que te dan podere’
Tenemo’ mujere’ mangando mujere’
Tenemo’ dinero pa’ los culo’ grande
Y pa’ la que no lo tiene se opere, ah
Vivo como ustedes quieren
¿Llegarme a mí? Dudo que me superen, bitch

[Pre-Coro: Fetti031]
No tengo una Forty, ni AK-47
Ni una Glock pa’ meterle un chipete
Tengo un par de goonie’, dos Perco’ se meten
Salen a buscarte pa’ darte machete

Te ‘tamo esperando que tú me la preste’
Pa’ a tu shorty meterle con este
Me tira privado aunque no le conteste
A mandame foto’ pa’l baño se mete

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo no tengo un tanque, yo tengo una FN
Mucho cuida’o si te mueve’
Yo pongo a tu jeva a que me mame el pene
Y al corito tuyo le vacíamo’ el peine

¿Y qué e’ lo que dice ese nueve?
‘Tá buscando que le vacíe una Nueve
Si nos fresquean les frenamo’ breve
So ten precausión, que de na’ te la bebe’

G Herbo – Summer Is Cancelled Lyrics

[Intro]
How? How’d he save Chiraq?
How? Where’s my brother?
How? Bitch, we been to war
I can’t, I dont talk that Chicago shit
I don’t know nun bout that
I know about everywhere I go I gotta have my muhf**kin’ gun period
I know about **** big homie —
I don’t call them niggas, “Big”, they ain’t my big homies
Them niggas ain’t never did shit but finesse me, for real
But what I’m telling you don’t get finessed
All them shorties that wanna beat a 100 — niggas up
Man, check niggas out

[Verse 1]
Come on, just think about it before you kill about it (Come on)
See what’s really ’bout it
Chill out and analyze, tell me how you feel about it (Feel)
But one thing about it, I’m really ’bout it
Did shit, ain’t trip about it, think about it, but we wasn’t just doing it to anybody (Nuh-uh)
Nigga, you don’t get no points for no innocent bodies (Goofy)
Pussy, you ain’t even hear who you shot at (Pussy)
In the jam, he grabbin’ a bitch to shield his body
All these new street niggas, they really rotten
Same niggas riding around, getting high outside, killed his bro with a smile, niggas really plottin’
Lot of niggas 2019, getting killed with they partners
And niggas stories mixed with they body language, don’t be adding up how they really rockin’
In that lil’ pouch, is something, arm reach where my Glock at (I got that)
Streets got me paranoid, what you staring for, pacing back and forth, I’ma need you to stop that
I could turn nothing to something, how you top that?
If I want something, it’s nothing, I could cop that
Humble, but you know my shit, I’ll pop that
Stand up straight in the Maybach, where the top at?
I’m inspiration for niggas who trappin’
Voice for the niggas who always get shot at
I’m living proof you can get off the block
It’s for every hood, I don’t care if you not black

[Interlude]
Man, do not get finessed
Even the best get finessed
I got finessed, that’s why I am the way I am
I ain’t callin’ muhf**ker no big shit, big who?
f**k
La Música de Harry Fraud

[Verse 2]
I been from the snake pits, to a lion’s den
I was in a Benz, riding with my friends
Riding with FN’s, cried with my mans
Lives in each other’s hands, this is not pretend
I ain’t playing with emotions, I won’t show my hand (Uh-uh)
Give the hustle my devotion, so I know I can (Yeah)
I ain’t dealing with promotion, just so they know what I’m sayin’
Need the back end, eight to four hours before the show when I land
I hit a bug before school, bought three bags of chips and soda in the can
Now I’m getting 30 a show and the strip club just want me to show for a 10
All these millions touch my hands, that’s from taking chances
Oh, they telling me I’m the man? I ain’t even settle in yet
Gotta get a youngin’ together, they starve on the regular, uh
I came from sparkin’ competitors, my life was never no regular-degular
Way before records, etcetera, I was with felons and narcotic peddlers, uh
Tell them just weather the weather, the longer the storm then the better the grass gonna grow
We was in the middle of wars, had guns on our waist, we was selling our bags in the snow
But can’t live the street life forever, it’s bread or Berettas, I keep on telling ’em
For my niggas in jail and who bitches stopped reading them letters but kept on mailing them
Do this shit for the bottom, as long as I stay on top, I’ma keep y’all relevant, uh

[Outro]
For all my lil one’s, all my friends and family, everybody I love, everybody I call Blood, my people
Man, I catch y’all stupid ass out here tryna kick it on these blocks, I’m hot poppin’ out and hittin’ you in your shit
If I love you, I’m hittin’ you in your shit ’cause that shit over with
All them holes in the walls, all that weak ass shit where niggas putting them calls through, texting, all that goofy shit, man
Niggas gotta play it by the rules, man
People that’s losing they life for shiesty shit cause niggas is scared, niggas ain’t getting up tryna hit they man
Niggas shootin’ some craps and all kind of goofy shit and I can’t be a hypocrite
I can’t, you know, talk about nothin’ nobody doing, but all this shit is cancelled
Summer is cancelled

Drakeo The Ruler – Flex Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse]
Sheesh, everything I state is facts
I’m not these other street niggas, bitch I can really rap
I’m ridin’ round town with a tommy gun and a Jag
And you can disregard the yelling, RJ tied up in the back
Man stop playing, pour that eight up in a Masi
I’m driving so fast, my eyes look like I’m crying
Of course my wrist shining, don’t ask me what these are
Bitch these are VVS Diamonds, it’s hard to see the timing
And if I take a look for myself it might blind me
He the type of nigga put slashes in his eyebrows
Pigtail flat tops? please, tell me what’s that ’bout
One thing about Drakeo, no, I don’t tap out
Bay Bay kids, running around eleven years old with the MAC out
You think I’m Yo Gotti the way I just brought this sack out
Say I pour too much, that’s the type of shit I laugh ’bout
This a three band pint, I guess I had to bring the Act out
And since everybody eatin’ let’s see Splack bring a bag out
That’s a fit and some strings, put a wig in a Lyft
Send a bitch to the retreat, tell that bitch bring my ends
Put the draco down, the engineer scared, so what, he ear hustlin’
Do ’em so cold, I will, the fit been mustard
Disgusting, suck me, f**k me, you bitches love me
You frown, you clown, you match, you must be crusty
I’m psycho, Michael Myers, I might just gut him
I’m in this shit to win, ain’t no f**kin’ bein’ humble
It’s a dog eat dog world but ain’t no poodles in the jungle
It’s 2016, we ain’t ’bout to Royal Rumble
Almost lost my balance and grabbed the K ‘fore I stumbled
What you say? speak up bitch, I can’t hear you when you mumble
He yellin’ too much on his track, get him a muzzle
Thirty-two, what if rap don’t work? he ain’t got no hustle
Watch worth twenty-five, where was you at twenty-five?
Pimps me, diss me, silly, I know you miss me
This a see-through drum with death darts and it’s fifty
Niggas grown ass men, how you ain’t ever seen fifty?
Niggas talkin’ that tough shit, always end with just kidding
Bye bye bleed ’em, who brought you the Stinc meaner
Spring cleaner, cold demon, done mudwalked all through Neimans
These rocks in my watch done blurred all my seein’
Why you gas him so hard? bro we all human beings
I’m from 2 Greedy family, what I look like rap beefin’?
Shootin’ K’s on Naomi, police like that’s black people
Puttin’ money on my watch, what the f**k these niggas thinkin’?
How I’m supposed to get in heaven, I just fist fought with Jesus
Finna wash down my sins with a pint of MG-Peezy
Times three percocets, how the f**k I’m ‘posed to think straight?
Niggas wanna rap beef but niggas ain’t ever seen cake
Talkin’ ’bout they want me, I just left MCJ
The whole shebang, I’m the closest thing to it
In the Masi thing, I traumatized the doors
You can tell I’m high, it’s coming out my pores
Give me pints on pints on pints on pints, I’m scorched
The Nike sign is outlined on my ‘ports
Twelve years old when I jumped off the porch
Central LP sim, what was you doin’?
Shit, clearly I wasn’t into books
I was ridin’ ’round town with flat heads and crooks
Lay a Drakeo on the rap game, please, these niggas shook
FN five sevens for niggas thinkin’ they Suge
I don’t need no pass, I’m Drakeo, I know I’m good, ugh

[Outro]
Tell these niggas stop sneak dissin’
It’s 2016, we ain’t got time for all that, you feel me
In the studio, you feel me
High as a motherf**ker, I just bought a new AR, you feel me
We could do this all day my nigga, shit, you hear that?
That’s what thirty thousand in hundreds sound like, tah, ugh
It’s regular

Valee – Not Playin Lyrics

Lyrics from snippet

[Intro]
Nash effect, f**k nigga

[Verse]
My bitch rock Versace, man (Versace, man)
We just spent $600 at Hibachi, man
I’m ridin’ offsets, I’m not [?], man
I got dope bailed, don’t knock me, man (Don’t knock me)
I just been gettin’ neck, I think she broke it, man (She broke it, man)
I got old school, that bitch chokin’, man (It’s chokin’)
I got some loud dope, it sound like ODB (It’s ODB)
I’m rockin’ Saint Laurent, hope she notice me (Yeah)
My seats look like ice cream, nigga, ovaries (Yeah)
I’m still up off yesterday, that’s older geek (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m not no FN, ain’t no foldin’ me
These shoes came with bandaids ’cause they overbleed
My bitch purse is handmade, it’s from overseas (Purse is handmade, it’s from)
I got a thick one, man, and a fit one, man (And one fit one, fit one)
I got…

Jay Fizzle – In The Streets Lyrics

[Intro]
So much shit on my motherf**kin’ mind right now
Makin’ them motherf**kers see
My f**k a nigga mode right now, f**k a bitch
f**k a nigga, f**k your problem, her problem
I’m just focused on me right now, ayy

[Verse 1]
I got the devil on my left and I got God on my right
I been popping Percocets, man I been up all night
I got murder on my mind and my trigger finger itching
I been praying to the lord that don’t nan’ nigga test me, ayy
I was 15 with my grandad Smith and Wesson
Now I’m 23 and I got like fifty FN’s
Never had a best friend
In the trap tryna run up on a hundred blessings
I just had six kids, man I want all my babies wealthy
Rich and all protected
My grandma my old lady, man I can’t have baby stressing
I just had another baby now I’m on my seventh
My lil nigga just died, man I prayed he went to heaven

[Chorus]
f**k the bullshit, I’m just tryna get rich
My own mama traded on me so it’s f**k a bitch
These niggas fake, these niggas snakes, these niggas counterfeit
These niggas fake, these niggas snakes, these niggas counterfeit
Watch your back in these streets
And you better keep your gat in these streets
Better eat in these streets
Or you get eat in this streets, yeah

[Verse 2]
I never I fold, I never told, bitch I stayed solid
Yeah I crossed a couple niggas, I just had to rob ’em
Baby mamas they some bitches, man they hurt my pockets
They just mad ’cause a young nigga done hurt they heart
I’m on the block from the light to the f**king dark
In eleven ninety-three where it all started
And my young niggas some beasts, who is there to park
Have my young niggas hop out and spark
Left the city, came back, pockets large
Fifty bows in my grandma closet, on God
Daddy-o ask what I’m doing, trapping hard
God, you done made a whole star

[Chorus]
f**k the bullshit, I’m just tryna get rich
My own mama traded on me so it’s f**k a bitch
These niggas fake, these niggas snakes, these niggas counterfeit
These niggas fake, these niggas snakes, these niggas counterfeit
Watch your back in these streets
And you better keep your gat in these streets
Better eat in these streets
Or you get eat in this streets, yeah

[Outro]
Ayy
Paper Route Business nigga
Paper Route Fizzle nigga, ayy
f**k the bullshit nigga
Go get the money, yeah
Big Grape

Trippie Redd – This Ain’t That Lyrics

Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Uh, better listen closely, ayy
Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah
It’s just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
Fuck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
No, legit, you’s a bitch, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
I’m a fucking walking lick, but nigga, this ain’t that for real
Yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh
Chopper get to bustin’, do the runnin’ man, uh
Would’ve threw a party, I ain’t got no friends, uh
All my niggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh
Would’ve used a Glock but I used the FN
Shooting .223’s, you a dead man, uh
Typical to shoot at your head, man
Where the fuck you ‘posed to keep a headband?
Like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (That we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, bitch, not Melo, uh
Bitch, I’m with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh (Huh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I’m with 14, we gon’ float through smokin’ OG
This bitch loud, it’s some gas, got me choking
Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
Know my riches ’cause these bitch look how it’s flexin’
You ain’t with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell (Boom)
Thinking ’bout buying a well and a new crib for my mama, uh
Always pull up with some drums, but nigga, I’m riding with gunners, uh
I’m just wondering what Kari would do
Beatin’ his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt them, we ain’t doing no acting
Slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (Uh-huh)
Big bro, I did it again, no, I don’t wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money, I’m throwing a band
Backwood, I’m smoking on gas, I’m finna fuck her then pass
Skrrt ’til I hop in a Wraith, and I’m running from 12 and I’m doing the dash (12)
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna fuck ’cause money up on her

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

Yungeen Ace – Society Lyrics

Azlyrics

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)

Future – F&N Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Fuck around, parked the ‘Vette and didn’t even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Verse]
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go’n head, pour up, roll a few O’s up, let’s go
Four by four, that tall shit, let’s go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let’s go
I told ’em to get out and bag that, let’s go
I’m Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let’s go
I’m high from yesterday
Put ’em on bean, yeah, put ’em on all the schemes, yeah
Put ’em on lean, yeah, they whippin’ them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Hit ’em with that chopper first, Ray J
I’m a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc’, then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that’s a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don’t trust him, we gon’ dust him, that’s some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it’s lift up like an avalanche
I’ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin’ me, no, no
Put a lil’ hit on your head, they comin’ to get you, they slicin’ your throat
Put a lil’ bitch in the bed, we goin’ digital, wipin’ her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil’ boat
Got dog food and it’s for the low
I’m with thoroughbred standin’ at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin’ shit ’cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors

[Part II]

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)

[Verse]
Homocide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don’t entertain no police
I’m certified with my dodie
They would catch hell ’bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder’s on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it’s longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I’m a heavyweight
I ain’t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don’t approach us, fuck bein’ famous
Long as I got my…
Let’s go

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin’ through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon’ ‘head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)

Lil Baby – Time Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
I’m like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C’d up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that’s why I don’t flock
Look at me, I’m on the chart
I don’t look down but I’m on top
I don’t entertain any clout
Play with me, you gon’ get shot for real
Now they can’t resist us, hear ’em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I’m on this cash race, I can’t come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I’m a taxpayer
So you know that mean I’m goin’ hard ’til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Bendin’ through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo)
Make a move we X you out, ain’t goin’ tic tac (Brrt)
Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah)
The richest nigga in my city, that’s a big fact (Big fact)
And we don’t do them lil’ planes, we on the big jet (Big jet)
My dawg still movin’ that ‘caine, and he ain’t quit yet (He ain’t quit yet)
I had to tell him when he came, “Don’t bring no bricks back”
Feel like I’m the chosen one (Woah)
Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah)
I ain’t mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah)
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli’, I got more than one (Yeah)
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun (Gang)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Livin’ like a pornstar
Rollie, 7 pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain’t switching sides
Neck look like a freezer, ain’t savin’ no skeezer
They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
I don’t want no smoke with you if you don’t want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin’ shifts, sleep and creep
I did what they couldn’t do, guess that’s why they mad at me
But what’s up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin’ me?
This my strategy
Keep on stackin’ Gs, make ’em proud of me
I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans
I want Prada fleece, I’m from poverty
Real talk

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

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[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die

Lil Baby – Spazz lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, Southside
I go nuts on Southside Beats
Baby, okay

[Verse]
Super Bowl ring, we ballin’ hard, we won the championship
Everybody got somethin’ to say when I ain’t even ask ’em shit
Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick
A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backwards flip (yeah)
I’m in L.A. with some real Crips
I want Stella McCartney, this real drip
Cartier on my face with a real tear
Put the knife on the K, it’s the real deal
Make ’em get out this bitch like a fire drill
If I won’t hit a bitch then the guys will
I’ve been on it, today I took five pills
I’ma run up them M’s ’cause it’s God’s will
How you gon’ check me?
She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me
She wanna sex me (yeah)
I got the blocka, she know not to test me
Comin’ at you niggas 3D
They gon’ put this shit on repeat
Everything I say, they repeat
Any nigga try to sneak diss
I ain’t gon’ say nothin’ back, yeah
I’ma keep gettin’ these racks, yeah
When you speak ’bout me, speak facts, yeah
Got an FN on the kickback, yeah
Big nose, hood on the demon
Big to the streets, I’m a deacon
They wouldn’t even peep what I was preachin’
They just wanna see me with the leaches
Big ballers, I ain’t in the bleachers
Courtside, high five the ref
Codeine got me talkin’ to myself
Blowin’ up, I’m blowin’ out my belt
[?] top 5, nah, for real
Only 25 before the deal
Every time we slide, a nigga kill
I just hope to God that they appeal

[Outro]
G5 sittin’ in the cell
He ’bout to come (came home)
I got this money on me right now
I don’t even answer my phone (put ’em on)
I had these bitches in state to state
They tryna give me some play (leave me alone)
They know that I ain’t got time to waste
I’m tryna get in their face (I’m goin’ home)
I might just give you a couple of dollars
And make sure you good on a model (good)
They know they’ll probably gon’ see me again
Unless I’m in the Benz
I put the Forgiatos on the car
[?] on the truck
I got the money, I’m runnin’ it up
And I’ve been puttin’ it up (them M’s)

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Overdose lyrics

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[Intro]
I ain’t no bad person, no
Ayy I ain’t no gangster, ain’t no killer
I ain’t no gangbanger, I’m me
Like everybody make mistakes, that’s life
Name one fuckin’ person who ain’t make mistakes, you feel me?
Man like we, I don’t know what to say
I don’t know if I’m targeted
I don’t know if it’s from what I speak about, like I don’t know
I just know shit, until I’m dead I’ma be me
Yeah, yeah
And they ain’t never seen this shit before
Ooh, BigHead on the beat
Young nigga shit
Bitch, gang, gang, gang, gang, hrrr
38 Baby

[Verse]
Without no coat I was walkin’ and meditatin’ in the rain
Reminiscing about bein’ in prison, I was locked in them chains
Without no drugs I was workin’ and stimulatin’ my brain
I ain’t gotta act how I was actin’, everything done changed
I was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin’ time fly past
I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag
Havin’ shootouts broad day and we runnin’ from task
I put my flex down, never sit down, I told that bitch I’ll never stand down
Creepin’ on your block with a hundred rounds
Go to shoot and try to run
Hop out the whip and we gon’ run you down
Shoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads
Now he can’t make a sound
Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon’ lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that’s that same shit
357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain quick
Sippin’ on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit
Doin’ the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass
I told her turn around and bust it open
That Soulja Slim, that C Murder, come in the tank just like No Limit soldier
I’m poppin’ X so I’m steady rollin’
Say he a gangster, got his chest out
When I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him
None of these niggas ain’t never play with me
Play with me, I bet you see
Fuck that Twitter beefin’, you want beef, I pull up where you sleep
Bitch I’m out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets
Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin’ meet
Got ’em all boxed in at the location, the police movin’ in
People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in
Same shit you did to go to jail, don’t do that shit again
Bitch I’m screamin’ fuck you, never change, thuggin’ to the end
I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin’ for?
Why they steady sayin’ the gon’ snatch my chain though?
You want to rap, how you gon’ think without a brain though?
Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that ‘caine flow
I’ma hit ’em with this bitch and watch ’em overdose (shoot ’em up yeah, yeah)
I’ma hit ’em with this bitch and watch ’em overdose (fill ’em up yeah, yeah)
Overdose, I kill ’em slow
What’s the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be ’bout whatever
You ain’t got no bodies, you ain’t ’bout it, boy you are not a stepper
You play with me, bitch ain’t no hidin’, ain’t nobody can help you
Send your ass to the devil, in envelope like a letter
Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it
It’s all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it
I ain’t shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it
Double G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin’

Ty Dolla $ign – Clout (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

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Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
“Draco hold how many?” What your friends say
Yagi makin’ moves like sensei
“Don’t nobody move,” that’s what I say
FN blow the cherry off your sundae, oooh
I’m a full time finesser, ain’t no chancin’ it
Hundred hangin’ off my neck like a chandelier
I got moves to make, I got somethin’ in the Wraith
Sellin’ candy bars, sound like me when I was eight
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Balenciaga book bag, OG gas in the pouch
Double G slippers, Prada rugs in the house
Baby girl, what you gonna do for this clout?
You gonna bust it open, put this (ooh) in your mouth (21)
Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top
Lip-locked, Trojan smile I need a big sock
Do it for the game, never for the fame
Bitch, I lie and cheat (yeah), this shit in my veins
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ten bands on my feet, hundred bands on my wrist
You ain’t ready for this shit, nooo
You ain’t ready for this clout
Ay, keep my name out your mouth
Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Psh!
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
You ain’t ready for this clout, you ain’t ready for this clout, nooo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

Lil Uzi Vert – Rich Forever Leaked lyrics

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[Intro]
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse]
I pull up in Bentley, no Beamer
Balenciaga, these not no Arenas
I got a chopper could clear whole arenas
I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina
I let that lil’ bitch just hold on my Nina
You know I stay, don’t have to get my cheese up
I remember that bitch wasn’t a speaker
Now I’m the only thing come out her speakers
These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers
I get the cake like I work for Denise’s
Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man
These soft ass niggas can’t f*ck with the demon
You know Lil Uzi got the bitches feindin’
I got the Glock and my laser is beamin’
These niggas borin’, tell me when they’re leavin’
Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not readin’
These niggas old yeah their hairlines recedin’
Go get the money, blue checks I’m receivin’
Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix
I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus
She on her knees and she beg for the semen
Rick Owens my bed, I trip when I’m dreamin’
Bitch out my way, at the top, you can’t glo me
Did everything so it’s nothin’ you can show me
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
I’ma just pass you just right to my homie
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
Take the safety off and blast my opponent
These rappers pitiful, also my children too
I don’t know why they’re always actin’ bogus
One of my youngest children just went platinum
Startin’ to think he better than my oldest
Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up
Made three million off my shoulders
Drippin’, drownin’ in the water, yeah
Got more money than your father, yeah
So that means you’re my daughter (daughter)
Choppers on me, I got 40 (40)
Jack boys rip the floor up (floor up)
Sawed-off getting taught (bow)
Stomach shot, get your core (core)
Went 2Pac, watch the door
2Pac, that’s Shakur
Nigga better watch his whore (yeah)
I’ma send him to the Lord (Lord)
He was on life support (‘port)
But the doctor pulled the cord (cord)
That’s what happen when we warrin’ (woo)
1600, leave you snorin’ (woo)
Counter carbon, that’s a Corbin (woo)
Blue tips in the FN
It’s G.E.D. like I’m testin’ (G.E.D.)
Get every dollar with no dressin’ (yeah)
They won’t play this on your FM (ayy)
You a rat, call the PC
That’s the pest control, not protection
Tell my bitch, “You his best friend?
Oh no, bitch you gon’ text him (what?)
Let him ease in my section
We gon’ hit him with a message (message)”
We got shooters out in Essex (Essex)
We got shooters out in Texas (Texas)
All my niggas know is wreck sh*t (wreck sh*t)
Throw your set, throw your set, bitch
You keep showin’ me your new bitch
Boy, you’re f*ckin’ on my ex-bitch
She with you for a check, bitch
Gave her racks, diamond necklace
You can keep it, I got extra (extra)
No, they can’t out-check us (check us)
Spend a hundred, put the rest up (yeah)
Niggas tryna be the best us
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Smoke a blunt, 4 G’s in there
Goyard wallet with the cheese in there
Margiela, put my feet in there (yeah)
VVS’, put my teeth in there (yeah)
High 20s, you get Cs in there
Fredericksville, I ain’t leavin’ there
1600, yeah, I be in there
Come around, you get whacked here
Come around, you get wet here (wet)
Come around, you get checked here (checked here)

Future & Young Thug – Group Home

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[Intro: Young Thug]
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t mint
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 1: Future]
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him everyday
All my littles wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby
Yeah, he don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I sold so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I’m too wrong
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
Fuck these niggas, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loop, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the shits in Cali (Cali!)
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My bitches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

Tory Lanez – Memories Don’t Die (Freestyle)

Azlyrics

[Intro]
Turn it up a little bit
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Tory Lanez got the block on whiplash
The cops on draw quick fast so my shit stashed
I keep a big fifth stashed in the whip dash
Trip, catch six in a second like quick flash
Bitch pass if you ain’t lettin’ the clique smash
I switch tags just so I could let my chicks brag
Niggas whole swag ain’t half my chicks bag
No jokes, those’ll get you smoked like quick drag
I click fast and blang your bitch ass
Brain from your chick in the whip that I just crashed
Sound wow like Tory puttin’ a thou down
Tryna make a bitch bow down in the chow chows
Don’t you know I sing songs with a mink on
And have chicks dripping like the sink in their string thong?
I ding dong ditch bitches when the fling gone
With a mink on and four fingers that my rings on
Quick drawin’ like you don’t know where my dick going
Like I ain’t been up in your chick dorm since the flip phones
My ice rocky, nice jocky
So much maple leaf money, niggas think I’m playing ice hockey
I’m that fly type, move through the night cocky
Bitch, I look so good, even the dykes watch me
I’m on indictment with a bad lightskin
Chain rain so much water they think we ’bout to have lightning
When I spit, niggas think I’m in that lab fightin’
Niggas think that I’m left hooking and I’m jab writin’
One thing is, I ain’t in that lab writin’, nigga everything is off top
Word to my bald spot
I used to have to stash work in my broad spot
Cops came, had to stash work in the bra strap
Phone calls and my connect is just a call drop
We don’t count down on those, that’s a ball drop
Come on akh, pretendin’ y’all niggas on block
Twin fives put like ten of y’all niggas on shots
We could do it however y’all niggas wan’ rock
Make this shit pop like oil in a chrome pot
And it don’t stop
I’m not a picture painter but I will put a nigga in his own chalk
I let the .9 spill
I got a ill lil’ shooter out in Brownsville down for the wild deal
I’ll feel blessed if nigga test and my shooter leave him streched ’til the bones in his spine chill
I’m ill nigga, this is not a time drill
I used to serve on the strip and watch Seinfield
Man, I remember serving on the strip
Watching out for cops hoping out suburbans on the strip
Working on the strip, chilling with a .30 on my hip
Whole team of shooters, bunch of Steph Curries in my clique
Boy, I’m a wild boy, check the style, boy
I’m a real baller, you a towel boy
I’ll put ’em in the future, no Elroy
‘Cause I pop tops like I’m opening some Altoids
Breath minty and fresh Fendi
Got a hustler chick down to smuggle bricks through the West Indies
I’ll hustle ’til it’s nothing left in me, and the plug hear ’bout me and gotta invest in me
I send semi’s at any nigga that’s testin’ me
I’m prayin’ to the lord, he’s the one that been blessing me
But yo, I got a sick set
And my jewels like dipset
And we on cam like dipset
These fuck niggas say they coming for the kid neck?
Give you dog shots like I’m checking in a sick pet
Got street ties with the street guys
Even if they fly on G5s, they’ll kill you for a G5
Fifteen hunnid, my FN gunning
My dawg copped twenty birds, and they just keep coming
He sold four and plus he let a sick team run ’em
We ain’t talking ’bout a verse when it’s a sixteen coming (check)
I’m a real nigga
I keep a Tommy on my body but when you see me, I ain’t wearin’ Hilfigher
Just a ladder and a roofer that’ll drill niggas
And down to take his charge when he kill niggas
Look, I’m the hot kid in the school
I pull up to the party and I pop chicks in the pool
Hot chicks say I’m hot and my dick is a jewel
Just let me box with that twat, I’ll stick it and move
Yo, she like the way my wrist dance
She like the way the wrists on my fist dance
Every time a nigga switch hands
And my guns and shooters on quickstands
You would thinks the guns designer, they way they come in rip pants
Wrist cuts, my wrist slants and I’m in the truck getting jiggy, tryna get up in your chick pants
Bitch dance
It’s four hoes with me, if them four hoes did me, shawty, it won’t be a fifth chance
My whole stretch from south France to Brisbane
And they attached to the arms like wrist bands
Look, I send ’em up and I’ma send a [?] back if they sent ’em up
My dawg got a twenty on him and a semi tucked
But, I’ve been in so many life or death situations, I just wanna live it up
I dropped it off and I picked it up
And my Joels all Embiided and I’m feeling all sixered up
I’m in the club tryna find a thick chick to fuck
Man, after all my neck and wrist is all glittered up
Bitches wanna fuck it up, now they want to lick it up
They man hear about it next day and wan’ get me touched
In a Bentley, tints tucked, Cuban linked up
Big chain on me in case I gotta get you inked up
Wrink up, see the wrist roller wrinked up
Whole squad looking like we robbed us a Brink’s truck
Any cat that know Lanez know I’m worldwide
I leave you on your sweatshirt like Earl died
I’m more wavy than a surfer on a curl tide
And you a bitch, even lookin’ from your girl’s eyes
I’m a stunna, my wrist done up, my girls got the scar tissue on her tits done up
Fucking with her, I’ma have to lift gun up and bang bang ’til the tissue on your hip come up
I’m a all around star player
I’m a lot of y’all father like Darth Vader
Fuck niggas know I charge for my hard labour
I spent nights in that cold for that hard paper
Listen, that’s why I feel I’m the most hot in the place
A lot of niggas saying they hot but they not in the place
And your block? It ain’t hot, man it’s safe
Next nigga diss Tory Lanez ’bout to get shot in his face, nigga
I hate niggas that lie and move funny
That why keep fly and chill on the cruise money
Y’all niggas lose money, y’all niggas just snooze money
Just look at my blood, my shit is just ooze money
Look, I do this for that youngin’ on the corner
That hustle all day though he never had a daughter
He never had a father, he hustle in the corner
I’m telling that he wilding tryna truck the shit to Florida
But niggas love to hustle, it’s aura
When you come up from the poor, you struggle and you short
You gon’ do it for mother, lost your brother to the force
So you in the only son to keep the loving in the core
Every day you ducking strays tryna run in to the store
And you can’t afford a bed, layin’ covers on the floor
And you momma’s stressing and her blood pressure getting lower
And your daughter want that brand new toy
But it’s hard to show her that you broke and can’t afford it
So you on the corner, niggas talking shit and the plug, he keep avoidin’ ya
So you wanna hustle and you tryna get your coin up
Out there on your own, but shit, Satan will corner ya
So you wanna own, tryna get your own up
Now I’m on my own, I’m just tryna get my own up
Had to come through, 54, bought the chrome up
Niggas tried to hate, had to bring back the chrome up
I’m on Funk Flex, ay yo fuck everybody that said, "fuck Flex"
I don’t care what niggas talk and how they wan’ talk
I’m on my thing and my niggas let them things bark
Listen, look, I been this way, I don’t care how the fuck I’m coming in this way
I’m with my nigga Ray, my nigga Uno and my nigga GP
Niggas come through, I got them bitches on the CD
They gon’ watch me like we on the DVD
I don’t give a fuck man, you see me on the TV
And I’m all up in the Champs, and I’m all up in Adidas
I got all the bad bitches, more stripes than a zebra
Niggas hatin’ on me, ’cause they see me and I’m gettin’-
Fuck around, see me magazine, up all up in the features
XXL ain’t want me on the cover, next year they came around
I fucked around and dubbed ’em
I don’t give a fuck, y’all nigga know how I be rocking
Forty fifth on the block, niggas milly rocking
Ciroc poppin’, shout out my nigga French
That French Vanilla is lit and the shit is intense
I had a bad bitches threesomes last night
It was mad riches, all my niggas savages
I come to the block, above the averages
I don’t give a fuck, my niggas

Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)

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[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

YBN Nahmir – Bail Out

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[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

Project Youngin – Balmains (feat. Lil Baby)

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[Intro: Project Youngin]
It’s the Youngin ho
This Project Youngin man, can’t tell me nothin’ man
Ain’t no more Levis man, ain’t no more Trues, ayy

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin’
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man
These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I’m splashin’, I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I’m all in with this music, no more jokin’ now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I stacked it up, I went designer for a year straight
I told that bitch we fuckin’ right now, ain’t lunch date
I got ’em all on my drip, they like my feng shui
You try to take it, we gon’ shoot it out in broad day
FN five-seven in my Balmains
I fucked around gave her the number, she keep callin’
I popped a vent and came back cruisin’ in that Mulsanne
Pillow talking to a bitch, my nigga you lame
Walk around with all this money, you would think I hit the lotto
Pourin’ Act out a bottle, 4 Pockets Full the motto
Silverado Forgiato, get a hundred dollar lineup
Got a bad redbone, save her number under model

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin’
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man
These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I’m splashin’, I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I’m all in with this music, no more jokin’ now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out, ayy

[Verse 2: Project Youngin]
Walk in the mall, me and my dogs
We got a bag, ain’t checking tags, we buy it all
I am my brother’s keeper, pick him up if he fall
We ain’t dressin’ no broads, don’t love these hoes at all
Know I’m mackin’, come through, I be swaggin’
They pay a G three hunded a P, I ain’t braggin’
I keep these bands on me, you know I’m stackin’
Don’t think about robbin’ ’cause I’m poppin’, ain’t no lackin’
I done designered my clothes, fuck with foreigner hoes
I done foreigned the whips, in traffic I do the most
I’ma shit on all these niggas that was sleepin’ on me
I done Gucci’ed the tees, double G’s on my feet

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin’
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man
These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I’m splashin’, I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I’m all in with this music, no more jokin’ now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out

Yo Gotti – Betrayal

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[Refrain]
They tried play me
My own squad tried betray me
Never love these bitches ’cause they played me
Can’t leave these streets because they paid me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I won’t let these niggas faze me

[Verse 1]
I just got a phone call, it got me rethinking shit
Homeboys and my enemies been on some linking shit
An OG big homie, sucker shit can’t condone it
Catch a body, I’m on it
It’s CMG, now who want it?
I can’t believe you tried betray me
Oh that’s the way you gon’ repay me
Got to stay two steps ahead, too many cats in the fed
Think I broke too much this bread, too many suckers got fed, for real

[Refrain]
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I won’t let these niggas faze me

[Verse 2]
Death before dishonor how they raised me
Seen the double cross, that shit didn’t faze me
Had the FN with me, upped it on ’em daily
Baow baow baow baow baow, crazy
Double cross, double cross
They killed my lil partner, it’s another loss
It’s murder on my mind, I got bloody thoughts
I hope none of these niggas come piss me off
I heard my lil bitch been out fuckin’ on ’em
Yeah that’s my lil bitch but I cut her off
The hitters gon’ fire when I say
Off with her head, I really mean take it off, literally

[Refrain]
Ayy, they tried betray me
I can’t believe this ho just played me
You made a me, you-you made me a savage
(I’ma make you regret it)
Ayy, you made me a savage (savage)
You had my heart on automatic (automatic, brr)
I used to think you were the baddest
Damn I think your ass just average

[Verse 3]
Ayy, you shouldn’t betray me
Now I’m fuckin’ on your friends on the daily
I’m betrayin’ you
Nah, I’m repayin’ you
I grew up with these niggas from the motherfuckin’ mud
Despite whatever I have and always showed these niggas love
We all was coppin’ bricks and with the shit, we all was thugs
We always had them dreams of bein’ the man and meetin’ the plug
This rap shit jumped off for me, I thought niggas would support me
Instead, they tried to bring a nigga down, federal court me
You my man, you can’t take no stand, you can’t make no statement
We been rockin’ since the sixth grade, how you gon’ betray me?

[Refrain]
Damn, my own partner tried betray me
Thought you would be the one to save me
You played yourself when you played me
I got the key, yeah that’s how they raised me

[Verse 4]
Had to learn the hard way that these bitches just gon’ be bitches
Just fuck ’em, keep it movin’ my nigga, get out your feelings
Yeah, shout out to Sonja, shout out to Sandra
She was married, I still put dick all down her tonsil
These hoes be hateful and these hoes be petty
These hoes ain’t boujee but they always ready
Then act like they regret it
I guess you sorry for the head the other day
All that complaining but all you do is betray
If I was your nigga, bitch you have to find somewhere to stay
Bitch you gon’ have to get the fuck out my house right here today

[Refrain]
’cause you betrayed me
I can’t believe this ho just played me
But in a way this ho just saved me
’cause you played yourself when you played me

[Outro]
I’ll never cross on my niggas
And I, I’ll never cross on my niggas
Played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself ho
Yo played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself ho
I am, still
And when the help come [?], homie don’t you confuse it
Lames gon’ copy, D boys gon’ abuse it

Future – Drip On Me lyrics

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Below are the complete “Drip On Me” lyrics by Future displayed. These lyrics were added 19 hours ago.

Drip On Me lyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know I just bought another shovel
This sh*t we buried a lot of bags, you dig?
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter (whatcha doin’)
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I keep a house out in [Denver?] [Ember?] (yeah)
I got them racks in my denim (yeah)
I let my dog out the kennel (swear)
Patek or Phillippe on my drip (drink)
Yeah, yeah, and she don’t want me to sip (pour up, pour up)
It’s too much jealousy, niggas can’t ever be real (can’t)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn’t none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this sh-, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh-, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas, rogue us
Yeah, water me down like Pacific, my watch and my chain, my rings
Yeah, all the drip on me, I had to go change my name (yeah)
I came from Lil Mexico, this sh*t ain’t gon’ ever be the same (Freebandz)
I f*ck her on the every day, but she ain’t gon’ ever get claimed

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[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m whippin’ the Rover out (skrrt)
I got a plastic FN, a lil’ under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O’s, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat while you rollin’ ’round (gotta repeat)
I’m doin’ the same thing (you dig)
Lickin’ molly like ramen (R.I.P.)
Getting head on the private plane
Cost me 23 thou’ like LeBron James (LeBron James)
Might put me some gators on
And get in the ‘Lac and just blow the brains (blow the brains)
I f*ck on her face
I came fast like when Sonic came, oh, oh
Get on my level, dawg
I just want some rest, I’m just tryna ball
I spend a couple milli’, on my nigga behind the wall (the chain gang)
I teach him the Feds are comin’ (the band gang)
Don’t say nothin’ at all (don’t say nothin’ at all)
I got some chips on me (you dig?)
It’s on my hip on me

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

Young Thug – Killed Before lyrics

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Below are the complete “Killed Before” lyrics by Young Thug displayed. These lyrics were added 14 hours ago.

Killed Before lyrics

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no (woah)
Do you own a store, no (woah)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, f*ck all this bullsh*t (SLATT)
Diamonds for all us kings, yeah
Got my money went Ludacris (let’s go)
Give some racks to a hood bitch
Give some racks to a pulpit
Look at the grain, it’s wood bitch
On the floor, it’s a wool bitch
She suck dick like a whole tick (come on)
Diamonds on me they cold as sh*t
I thank God that I went legit (and what)
When we see ’em, you know we blitz (and what)
I can bet up, you know I’m rich (leggo)
Shut the f*ck up nigga bet up, you say you rich
Different color diamonds, I’m a peacock
Different color diamonds, I’m a peacock
Spot full of birdies with no treetop
You know you my son, you can be that
I bought the boat, the jetskis
Got a FN and a stick, don’t test me
I stacked them hunnids up to God’s knees
Ain’t going broke until 2070

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[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold (woah)
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, (woah, woah)
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no (woah)
Do you own a store, no

[Verse 2]
We ain’t letting these bitches get between us
We ain’t letting no monkey niggas stand that close to us (close to us)
I ain’t got no heart when it come down to my bro, yeah
She is not my dresser, she just irons my clothes, yeah (facts)
Pulled off in a Tesla, pulled back in a Porsche, yeah
Bought the Maserati, you’ll get burnt like toast, yeah
I get on that bullsh*t, you’ll get it started, yeah (started)
Six kids with me, didn’t think bout abortions, yeah (aye)
I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh
Ready for war like a machine
Came from pillies to post schemin’
Now I got fifty hoes on they knees
I put X in my codeine
But I’m putting nothing in my weed
Yeah I took a jet right overseas
I want some head from overseas
I caught a case, my jewelry seized
I started out with fifty ki’s
My Bentayga clean like bleach
On a yacht with blue water and blue cheese
On this sh*t like fleas, aye

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold (woah)
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah (woah)
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no
Do you own a store, no

[Outro]
I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh

FUTURE – Drip On Me lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know I just bought another shovel
This sh*t we buried a lot of bags, you dig?
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter (whatcha doin’)
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I keep a house out in [Denver?] [Ember?] (yeah)
I got them racks in my denim (yeah)
I let my dog out the kennel (swear)
Patek or Phillippe on my drip (drink)
Yeah, yeah, and she don’t want me to sip (pour up, pour up)
It’s too much jealousy, niggas can’t ever be real (can’t)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn’t none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this sh-, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh-, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas, rogue us
Yeah, water me down like Pacific, my watch and my chain, my rings
Yeah, all the drip on me, I had to go change my name (yeah)
I came from Lil Mexico, this sh*t ain’t gon’ ever be the same (Freebandz)
I f*ck her on the every day, but she ain’t gon’ ever get claimed

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m whippin’ the Rover out (skrrt)
I got a plastic FN, a lil’ under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O’s, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat while you rollin’ ’round (gotta repeat)
I’m doin’ the same thing (you dig)
Lickin’ molly like ramen (R.I.P.)
Getting head on the private plane
Cost me 23 thou’ like LeBron James (LeBron James)
Might put me some gators on
And get in the ‘Lac and just blow the brains (blow the brains)
I f*ck on her face
I came fast like when Sonic came, oh, oh
Get on my level, dawg
I just want some rest, I’m just tryna ball
I spend a couple milli’, on my nigga behind the wall (the chain gang)
I teach him the Feds are comin’ (the band gang)
Don’t say nothin’ at all (don’t say nothin’ at all)
I got some chips on me (you dig?)
It’s on my hip on me

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)