Mir Fontane – Hesitate Lyrics (feat. Drama)

[Chorus:]
Brodie said I better keep that pipe on me
Cause you know that the streets cold as ice, oh yeah
They hating on the kid, got a price on me
And they won’t hesitate to take my life, oh yeah
But you know all my dogs bet they life on me
So if you wanna do it, get it right, oh yeah
Walking through the jungle with these eyes on me
And they won’t hesitate to take my life, oh yeah

[Verse 1:]
I’m a young nigga causing all that drama
Bitch, I run my city since I dropped last summer
Lowkey mad I never got to meet Obama
Got a strange feeling that he like to smoke ganja
No Cash Money, but you lookin’ at a stunna
Heard ya girl a freak and she like to eat rubbers
She don’t know the feeling when you running to ya brother
And you know you late when you see that white cover
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I come from the side where the kids all die
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You gon’ see the light before you testify
Homie don’t you know it get cold on this side
Niggas catching bullets like they Jerry Rice
Niggas don’t swing, you won’t hear when they slide
When they saw that I was up, they put a price on my life

[Chorus:]
Brodie said I better keep that pipe on me
Cause you know that the streets cold as ice, oh yeah
They hating on the kid, got a price on me
And they won’t hesitate to take my life, oh yeah
But you know all my dogs bet they life on me
So if you wanna do it, get it right, oh yeah
Walking through the jungle with these eyes on me
And they won’t hesitate to take my life, oh yeah

[Verse 2: Drama]
Got a couple niggas that’ll ride for me
What make niggas think that they gon’ slide on me?
They could come and try and they might die, oh yeah
Family crying, put his picture on a white tee
I come from the streets, so I know just how it goes
When you roll alone, then you gotta pack a pole
Gotta keep the heat, cause even summer nights get cold
Niggas catching cases, see them numbers and they fold
Youngin’ from the North side, hit the streets when I was knee-high
Jumped right off the porch, I told my grand-mom I’mma be alright
She told me that she pray every day that I see the light
I told her that I’m straight, I’m just tryna get my people right
Said oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You was in the house and I was really out there
Said oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
They said they put a price on my life, I ain’t scared

[Chorus:]
Brodie said I better keep that pipe on me
Cause you know that the streets cold as ice, oh yeah
They hating on the kid, got a price on me
And they won’t hesitate to take my life, oh yeah
But you know all my dogs bet they life on me
So if you wanna do it, get it right, oh yeah
Walking through the jungle with these eyes on me
And they won’t hesitate to take my life, oh yeah

Playboi Carti – Foreign lyrics

[Intro]
You know what I’m sayin’ man
Still drinkin’ lean and shit

[Hook]
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin’ foreign
And that motherfucka be roarin’
Big gun big, yeah show ’em
City to city, I’m tourin’
Lil Carti, I’m ready to pull up
All of my diamonds they glowin’
Fuck on your bih, yeah
She left in the mornin’

[Verse 1]
Diamonds they skatin’ on ice
Run it up bih, Jerry Rice
Aye, hurt your feelings with the price
Everythin’ come with a price
Everythin’ come with a price
100,000, yeah my price
Too many rings like I’m Mike
I got the muhfuckin’ mic
I got the muhfuckin’ ike
I told your bitch to come trike
Pass me the muhfuckin’ mic
I’m in the lobby, I’m piped
I told that bih to come pipe
Shawty wanna fuck on the pipe
Shawty gon’ lick on the pipe
I got the strap like a dyke
I got the strap, I don’t fight
My diamonds they icey, aye
My diamonds they ice, they bite
Your diamonds they ight, a-ight
Ask that lil bih, what’s her type?

[Hook]
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin’ foreign
And that motherfucka be roarin’
Big gun big, yeah show ’em
City to city, I’m tourin’
Lil Carti, I’m ready to pull up
All of my diamonds they glowin’
Fuck on your bih, yeah
She left in the mornin’

[Verse 3]
Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
Empty your pockets and pay a lil homage
I got Pirus in the lobby
I got Pirus right behind me
Cranberry drip with the Vette
I might just pull up in bottoms
Walk in the lobby like Gotti
You can’t trust me, I’m too poppin’
These niggas they tryna 2Pac me
Used to be robbin’
Molly santana jaw locking
This Spanish bih callin’ me Papi
She ride me like a Bugatti
Hop in the foreign for the mileage
Peekaboo, fuck bitch I’m tired
Booted up, bih never tired

[Hook]
Ooh, hop in that motherfuckin’ foreign
And that motherfucka be roarin’
Big gun big, yeah show ’em
City to city, I’m tourin’
Lil Carti, I’m ready to pull up
All of my diamonds they glowin’
Fuck on your bih, yeah
She left in the mornin’

MoneyBagg Yo – Nonchalant

[Hook]
All this money got me nonchalant
And stuntin’ on bitches, I be blunt
You see all this sauce on me
I’m the freshest in the joint
I give her the dick then I’m out of there
She like you ain’t shit boy you ought to care
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ let me fuck whenever
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ do whatever I tell her
I’m like mhm whatever
Time is money, ask the bezel

[Verse 1]
Mhm, whatever
Bout my money, gettin’ fella
Bout the cheese like Chester
Dropped a backend on a bezel
Know ‘em with the three letters
CMG on the charm
Bread gang in my pocket
Groupie hoes in the lobby
After we fuck then get up
I’m nonchalant when I nut
I be like go’n bitch, leave
She like you wrong and stuff
She like you ought to care but I can’t
Show her so much money, make her faint
Jewelry like water dripping in the sink
Pull up in a big body like a tank
Balmain cashmere coat
Seventeen-hundred the price
Move around the city catching bombs
Old school Jerry Rice
I might pull up and serve you everything
Then I roll like some dice
Got to be in the air, onto the next site
Louis luggage on the flight

[Hook]
All this money got me nonchalant
And stuntin’ on bitches, I be blunt
You see all this sauce on me
I’m the freshest in the joint
I give her the dick then I’m out of there
She like you ain’t shit boy you ought to care
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ let me fuck whenever
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ do whatever I tell her
I’m like mhm whatever
Time is money, ask the bezel

[Verse 2]
All this money got me nonchalant
Roll me up a three five blunt
Throw my neck back, pop a pill
Sixteen O’s, let’s crack a seal
I get it in then get it gone today
Found my feature, pull up then drive away
If it ain’t ‘bout money when we conversate
I be like umm whatever, I’m straight
Side bitch head ain’t ‘bout shit
So I hit up bae and let her do it
She gon’ put her neck into it
Spend some, she gon’ make a nigga do it
I’m in my lane doin’ me
They tryna block my shine, Patrick Ewing
Only thing on my mind is eating
So I’m selling dope while I’m touring
Hearing rumors ‘bout robbing me
I ain’t goin’ for it and you know it
I keep that thang on me
You gon’ hug god if I blow it
Money coming out my pores
Ran it up from the soil
When I come down off that oil
I be nonchalant on you whores

[Hook]
All this money got me nonchalant
And stuntin’ on bitches, I be blunt
You see all this sauce on me
I’m the freshest in the joint
I give her the dick then I’m out of there
She like you ain’t shit boy you ought to care
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ let me fuck whenever
I’m like mhm whatever
Still gon’ do whatever I tell her
I’m like mhm whatever
Time is money, ask the bezel

Future – 4 Da Gang lyrics

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4 Da Gang lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I get big high
This a big guy, yeah
Yeah, Firk, got you
Woo, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
We don’t never stop at red lights at night, nigga (Nah)
We don’t never stop at red lights at night, nigga (No)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga (Private jet)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga
I’m drinking a fifth a day, and I’m rocking my ice, nigga
You see my plain Patek, cost Jerry Rice, nigga
I spent over 80k, just last night, nigga
Death can’t get in my way
Don’t believe the hype, nigga
Now myself impeccable, and I’m so precise, nigga
It can be in the day time, we don’t stop at the light, nigga
When I woke up at noon, I had went past the moon (Pluto)
Got a seven car garage (seven car garage), I done ran out of room
Everything over a quarter, Audemar on my daughter (Audemar)
She rocking her third Rolley, I can’t help but spoil her (she is spoiled)
I was born a drug task, when my mom gave birth (when my mom gave birth)
I used to show up in class, on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s (on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s)
Go check my profile, I beat the verdict (I beat the verdict)
I was kicking it in overdrive, for Seth Firkins (yeah, yuh)
My diamonds certified, my trigger working (yeah, yuh)
Got it out the mud, baby, that’s why my cups dirty
Yeah, yuh

[Chorus: Future]
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes’, ain’t a thing changed (ain’t a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank (yeah)
It’s like a funeral when they see me, ’cause these hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank (yeah)
Ain’t got one more tear to shed on me, all my son’s straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I’m a die with this cake (Freebandz)

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[Verse 2: Future]
I take the plastic off the seal a trillion miles away (yeah)
I know every nigga with my gone kill, so I stay out the way (gang)
I ain’t gotta walk around with my steel ’cause the streets made me
I still keep a chopper at arm’s reach, ’cause I stay faded (yeah)
Them percocets got my homie arm itching, I’ma still take ’em (oh yeah)
I can finesse him without pulling out my gun, how he gone still hate me?
I’m a nine figure nigga, we ain’t never worried about murder cases (murder)
My slime nigga, buy ’em a Bugatti on your birthday (SLATT)
Every time we plead, we plead not guilty in the first place (On God)
I look my demon in the face, I’m booted up the worst way
She want my semen, so she can run with it and take it to the bank (yeah)
I can’t grieve, ’cause ain’t none of my grandma bills late (on [gang? game?])
I bought my mom a mansion and it came with a lake
I’m so real, my day one got every code to my safe (Oh yeah)
I told my ex hoes, “can’t nobody take my place” (no)
I know I’m a rockstar and that’s on everything

[Chorus: Future]
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes’, ain’t a thing changed (ain’t a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank (yeah)
It’s like a funeral when they see me, ’cause these hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank (yeah)
Ain’t got one more tear to shed on me, all my son’s straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I’m a die with this cake (Freebandz)

FUTURE – 4 Da Gang lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I get big high
This a big guy, yeah
Yeah, Firk, got you
Woo, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
We don’t never stop at red lights at night, nigga (Nah)
We don’t never stop at red lights at night, nigga (No)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga (Private jet)
Two letters, a P and a J, for all my flights, nigga
I’m drinking a fifth a day, and I’m rocking my ice, nigga
You see my plain Patek, cost Jerry Rice, nigga
I spent over 80k, just last night, nigga
Death can’t get in my way
Don’t believe the hype, nigga
Now myself impeccable, and I’m so precise, nigga
It can be in the day time, we don’t stop at the light, nigga
When I woke up at noon, I had went past the moon (Pluto)
Got a seven car garage (seven car garage), I done ran out of room
Everything over a quarter, Audemar on my daughter (Audemar)
She rocking her third Rolley, I can’t help but spoil her (she is spoiled)
I was born a drug task, when my mom gave birth (when my mom gave birth)
I used to show up in class, on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s (on Tuesday’s and Thursday’s)
Go check my profile, I beat the verdict (I beat the verdict)
I was kicking it in overdrive, for Seth Firkins (yeah, yuh)
My diamonds certified, my trigger working (yeah, yuh)
Got it out the mud, baby, that’s why my cups dirty
Yeah, yuh

[Chorus: Future]
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes’, ain’t a thing changed (ain’t a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank (yeah)
It’s like a funeral when they see me, ’cause these hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank (yeah)
Ain’t got one more tear to shed on me, all my son’s straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I’m a die with this cake (Freebandz)

[Verse 2: Future]
I take the plastic off the seal a trillion miles away (yeah)
I know every nigga with my gone kill, so I stay out the way (gang)
I ain’t gotta walk around with my steel ’cause the streets made me
I still keep a chopper at arm’s reach, ’cause I stay faded (yeah)
Them percocets got my homie arm itching, I’ma still take ’em (oh yeah)
I can finesse him without pulling out my gun, how he gone still hate me?
I’m a nine figure nigga, we ain’t never worried about murder cases (murder)
My slime nigga, buy ’em a Bugatti on your birthday (SLATT)
Every time we plead, we plead not guilty in the first place (On God)
I look my demon in the face, I’m booted up the worst way
She want my semen, so she can run with it and take it to the bank (yeah)
I can’t grieve, ’cause ain’t none of my grandma bills late (on [gang? game?])
I bought my mom a mansion and it came with a lake
I’m so real, my day one got every code to my safe (Oh yeah)
I told my ex hoes, “can’t nobody take my place” (no)
I know I’m a rockstar and that’s on everything

[Chorus: Future]
Now everything I do for my gang gang (my gang gang)
Even though I made it on the Forbes’, ain’t a thing changed (ain’t a thing changed)
I got more money than I ever had, I can take some more pain (more)
You got booked for a controlled substance, I want more drank (yeah)
It’s like a funeral when they see me, ’cause these hoes faint (yeah)
I done got used to dead homies, I stay in the bank (yeah)
Ain’t got one more tear to shed on me, all my son’s straight (yeah)
I put Casino in my will, nigga, I’m a die with this cake (Freebandz)

Wheezy – 200,000 (feat. Quavo, Lil Uzi Vert & Shad Da God)

[Intro: Quavo]
Yuhhh ayy, yuh, yuh
Ayy, yuh yuh

[Hook: Quavo]
I got more Keys than Alicia (keys)
These niggas be talkin’ policin’ (12)
I took your ho, then released her (ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (uh)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred)
I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Lord I hope it don’t vanish (god)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I told my mama don’t panic (mama)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (two hundred)
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (two hundred)
Who thought I’d be livin’ life like this?
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
You probably thought I couldn’t buy this shit

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Wrist drownin’ in the water
Trappin’ early Tom Joyner
Beat the pot, George Foreman (beat it up)
J’s go nuts, acornin’
Look at me now, I’m soarin’
Look at the lean I’m pourin’
Come get your ho, she annoyin’
We toss her up like a coin
24 hours, geekin’ on a tower
Shootin’ at you cowards
‘Cause my wrist two hundred thousand
If a nigga try to take it
I swear to god he ain’t gon’ make it
Back to the bando, the basics
Seein’ green numbers, the Matrix
Look at that boy with the ice on
Catching plays Jerry Rice on me
I know niggas that’ll get you nigga
If a nigga put the right price on it
Remember the days on the northside
Hit for a rack on the dice homie
Now I take the mic and stand on the stage
I p-p-p-pipe on it
And if you lookin’ at me wrong
I got some niggas that’s right on ’em
All these flawless stones
I bet your hoe gon’ bite on ’em
Smokin’ this gas get rid of the pain
You might think I got Glaucoma
Niggas might think I’m servin’ the J’s
‘Cause I’m walkin’ with these rocks on me

[Hook: Quavo]
I got more Keys than Alicia (keys)
These niggas be talkin’ policin’ (12)
I took your ho, then released her (ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (uh)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred)
I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Lord I hope it don’t vanish (god)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I told my mama don’t panic (mama)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Who thought I’d be livin’ life like this?
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
You probably thought I couldn’t buy this shit

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
White diamonds on my neck
White diamonds on my fist
I just got a white bitch
And she whippin’ up the brick
In the trap my car, yeah it got that motor
I do not want that lil bitch
If that bitch is really not on mind, deep throat
Ayy, told that bitch eat out my oldest
She stick that dick en la boc’
I just be pitchin’ her Raf like I’m floatin
Mixin’ the lean with cream soda (yeah)
Young nigga but my money gettin’ older, ayy
Look at these bitches, they tellin’ on me
Run my lil’ bitch, she like "So what?"
Look at my money, that’s L-O-V-E
Smokin’ that gas like a stoner
Nowadays fuckin’ my bitches in threes
Ayy, mirror, I’m watchin’ TV
Ayy, nowadays I’m on TV
Ayy, Migo and Thugger baby yeah
Yeah, I just be countin’ these G’s
Yeah, I feel like I am so beast
I got them Alicia Keys
I got them Alicia Keys
I got them Alicia Keys
I got them Alicia Keys

[Hook: Quavo]
I got more Keys than Alicia (keys)
These niggas be talkin’ policin’ (12)
I took your ho, then released her (ho)
I used to trap out a Regal (uh)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist (hundred)
I thought it all was a fantasy (ayy)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Lord I hope it don’t vanish (god)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I told my mama don’t panic (mama)
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
I bought her heat with a dragon
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
Who thought I’d be livin’ life like this?
Two hundred thousand on my wrist
You probably thought I couldn’t buy this shit

[Verse 3: Shad Da God]
Hundred thousand on my wrist
Bustin’ at you, lil bitch
I just poured a lil Drizzy Drake
I just poured a lil six (that mud)
I be lettin’ a bag go for Blake
32 and that 6 (Blake Griffin)
They be feelin’ like Rico
Why you ain’t called me on that?
I serve you out the backdoor
Nigga I serve you out the window
(I serve you out the window)
I serve you out the front door
Nigga I serve you out the car door
Laid back like OGG
200,000 on auto
Carbon 15 with the button on
Make me put it on auto (spray it)
Free the GOAT, that’s Roscoe
We gon’ still be at the top though
‘Member we was on the block though
Hundred rounds and a Glock though
Came a long way from the zips of the mid, it was perfect
Stayed down all my motherfuckin’ life, it was worth it