Big Baby Scumbag – Chips Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip (whoah)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip

[Verse 1]
Flexin’ like this is my hobby, broke boy you need to stop it
I got Pesos in my pocket, tryin’ to stack up all my profits
I got polo on my body, boy I’m runnin round the lobby
Cook them dishes like hibachi, bitch I’m hotter than wasabi
Boy my mouth look like confetti, and I’m hot just like spaghetti
My bitch look like lil debbie, where that money, I’ma get it
I get bread just like a deli, I got cake like Betty Crocker
I got lettuce, I got cheese, baby you can keep the Whopper
They say baby how you flex, all this ice around ya neck
I got bitches on my dick, ‘cus they know a nigga next
Bet your baby caught the blizzard if he take a deep breath
I been ballin’ like a bitch, I ain’t even need a ref, boy I flex

[Chorus]
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip (whoah)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m hot like a salsa, I’m fly, bitch I’m sauced up
I’m wet like a faucet, I flex bitch, I’m flossed up
I be [???], busy [???]
Cheesed up in my tooth mane, no this ain’t Johnny Dang
I be out there switchin’ lane, broke boy stay in your lane
Po’ boy ain’t make no change, no boy, can’t ride no wave
This that pop a tag money, buy yo bitch a bag money
All my niggas catchin’ plays, this that quarterback money
You a pussy nigga, I can smell it from a mile away
I get everything I want like every day a holiday
Wanna count a hun’ed million, pull up in a Escalade
I got bitches from the Himalayans to the Everglades (whoah)

[Chorus]
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip (whoah)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my wrist (check my wrist)
I got cheese, I got cheddar, I got chips (I got chips)
Bitch I drip, wet like water, check my flip (check my flip)
Bitch I drip, baby love the way I drip (whoah, whoah, whoah)

Blacc Zacc – Chump Change Lyrics

[Intro]
I still got the bag in the city, come and get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf**kin’ beat? Ah, nah, you ain’t make that motherf**ker
This ain’t nothin’ but some chump change, dog (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)

[Verse 1]
Went to Johnny Dang, I spent the extra on the chain (Ooh)
I blow the check insane, I’m ’bout to ice tray the gang (Ice)
I copped this groupie ho, she wanna f**k me for my fame (Bitch)
White and red bitch, she eatin’ dick like candy cane (Bitch)
I just signed a deal and they actin’ like I’m broke (Yup)
Got that bitch, they dropped the bag at Interscope (Let’s go)
I’m still in the Hellcat with the .30 on the pole (Skrrt)
Won’t hesitate to smoke a lil’ rapper like a pope (Bitch)
Don’t compare me to you rappers, I don’t really speak lyrics (Uh-huh)
The world know I’m a trapper, I get lyrics through spirit (Nah)
I was bein’ way too humble, I had to come up out that shell
I don’t care about no cover, my bag XXL (Nigga)

[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)

[Verse 2]
Lil’ freaky bitch can eat the dick, but I don’t love her (Bitch)
I got too many hoes to f**k, nigga, I can shuffle (Bitch)
I’m still ’bout my chips like a muh’f**kin’ Ruffle (Let’s go)
Took my first advance and spent that shit up off some bubble (Woo)
Get that shit through customs, I’m addicted to the hustle (Let’s go)
Touch my chain and you a goner, caught a corner, I’ma buss ’em (Brrt)
Ain’t ever in the city, “How he claim that he the richest?” (What?)
I heard his hood against him, niggas change when you get millions
(Ha)
I started epidemic, niggas’ trappin’ like they Zacc (CEO muh’f**ka)
Bitch, this ain’t no gimmick, I really C up in the trap (Yeah)
Comin’ down that chimney, I’m like Grinch for that set
Told OG, “Let’s get it,” made a M off of rap (Nigga)

[Chorus]
I just signed a deal for a muh’f**kin’ ticket (Ticket)
I still got them bags in the city, come and get it (Come on)
Catch me in the kitchen cookin’ dope ’til I’m dizzy (Dope)
All this ice on me got a young nigga glistening (Ice)
Bad yellow thing, I heard that pussy off the chain (Woo)
I just got some brain, I don’t even know her name (Woo)
I got Roll Wraiths, pussy boy stay in your lane (Lane)
Went to Johnny Dang, spent a couple chump change (CEO muh’f**ka)

Quando Rondo – Nothing Else Matters Lyrics

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[Intro]
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Winners Circle

[Chorus]
House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy, nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that’s actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can’t complain
No, you can’t be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin’ with the Crips and we be smoking dank

[Verse 1]
Lil Timmy quick to empty clips like this the shooting range
Them niggas don’t know how it feel to be walking through rain, ayy
Leeky caught five years, I miss my main man
‘Cause I’ll spend a whole five mil’ to get him out them chains
Forty thousand on baguetties, ‘preciate Johnny Dang
I ain’t with the he-say she-say, tell you like a man
Even if I had a hundred mil’, I swear I’d still be the same
Young project baby from Eastville, still on the corner I claim
I might hit the mall with the fellas
I promise we gon’ all ball together, we gon’ all ball together
I told ’em off the wall ain’t no pressure
We gon’ stack it tall and get this cheddar, it gon’ be better

[Chorus]
House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy, nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that’s actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can’t complain
No, you can’t be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin’ with the Crips and we be smoking dank

[Verse 2]
I don’t do plain jane, VVS’s my necklace
Ho, you a damn shame, suckin’ dick in the Tesla
I’m on South Beach with the baddest baddie, I’m smokin’ pressure
Peezy fantastic with plastic, wrap it with no compressor
Can’t slip, just purchased the new G-Wagen, they need to catch up
I tried to tell ’em what’s really happenin’, they hate I’m next up
Deep in these streets, they know what crackin’, I’m never gon’ let up
I’m tryna figure out what happened, thought this was forever
I did her wrong, I fucked her good, now she think that I love her
Yeah, shootouts in the neighborhood, I come straight from the gutter
Yeah, taking flights in my G Nikes, I perfected my hustle
Stood on that block from day to night, I worked the triple double

[Chorus]
House by the lake, my mother straight, ayy, nothing else matters
I poured an eight inside my double cup, codeine in my bladder
I never said that it was easy climbing the ladder
I came a long way from the corner, yeah, that’s actual factors
I bought a brand new Birkin bag for my main thing
I got way more than I ever had, so no, I can’t complain
No, you can’t be my main, so baby, maintain
See, I be coolin’ with the Crips and we be smoking dank

[Outro]
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh, child, well, things are gonna get brighter

SOB X RBE – Pass the Mic Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I heard them niggas back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talkin’ crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”
I heard them niggas back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talkin’ crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
This that feelin’ I can’t fight, that drug I can’t quit
Always dreamed about these days when I sit back and reminisce
One mic, no lights in that booth while I vent
Thought only God can judge, but I’ve been judged ever since
Shit ain’t been the same since the day we dropped “Cautious”
Ain’t no money in the world that could amount to what we started
They don’t ever come outside, we had to pop out out his garbage
Guess these niggas ain’t gon’ learn like his whole life he been retarded
Niggas caught me slippin’, sent some shells through that windshield
On a mission for revenge, got me feelin’ like I’m Kill Bill
If I hear one more nigga soundin’ like DaBoii, then I’m gon’ lose it
Droppin’ legends on the mic like I’m above my own influence
I know niggas who ain’t up that I could call when I be down
I know this nigga’s only acting hard when we around
But you ain’t gotta lie to kick it, to them niggas and them bitches
Why would I tote a stock if I’m that nigga wit’ extensions?

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I heard them niggas back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talkin’ crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”
I heard them nigga’s back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talking crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Bitch, I got a spit so tasty like there’s Wocky in the cup
This nigga’s piece ain’t got no diamonds, that’s like hockey wit’ no puck
I’m Kawhi up in the fourth, bet you can’t stop me in the clutch
Where the fuck you gon’ run with bullets flyin’ out that mini van?
How many wishin’ death upon a nigga? Know it’s many men
Damn right, when I’m in the club, I brought the blicky in
All my niggas get the last laugh, I got silly friends
There’s only one DaBoii, so why you rapping like you me?
If I catch a out-of-towner, I’ma tax her for the P
You could have a hundred guns, wouldn’t practice what you preach
Not a threat, but fuck with them, and I’ma smack you with the gleek
Bitch, wanna impress me? Walk on water then
And when it’s work to be done, you be callin’ in
Bitch thought that I was broke, I coulda bought the bitch
G23, wanna ball like Mike, I got a ballin’ fist
On the gang, nigga

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I heard them niggas back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talkin’ crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”
I heard them nigga’s back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talking crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”

[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
Nigga, everywhere I go, these niggas tryna be the gang
Everywhere I go, these niggas tryna ride the wave
We be slidin’ with them Glocks, masked up like Kane
I keep that shit a hundred and my chopper do the same
I’m yelling, “Free my brother Meech” ’til they let him out that cage
I thought I was in love with the bitch ’til I came
I told her, “Shake it like a red nose, bitch” like I’m Sage
My jewelry came from Karl, I don’t fuck with Johnny Dang
Everything big body when we swervin’ through them lanes
She gave me stupid head like the bitch ain’t got no brains
SO motherfucking B, that’s some shit you can’t bang
A motherfuckin’ beast, that’s some shit you can’t tame
Like my nigga T.O. said, “Boy, you niggas’ time up”
Ain’t trippin’ off a sucka ’cause I keep a nine tucked
Everybody in this bitch with a stick, fired up
And I bet a body drop if a nigga try us, bitch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I heard them niggas back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talkin’ crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”
I heard them nigga’s back, your time is up
Bitch, pass the mic, I got some hot shit in the cut
Nigga get to talking crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
I meant to ask you, “Why your favorite rapper rapping like he us?”

YNW Melly – I Ain’t Lying Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Let me talk my shit, ’cause like (Straight up)
I came up from motherfuckin’ nothin’
And I got them permanents in my mouth, man
Ayy, look, man, I just went to Johnny Dang, man
And I’m talkin’ like Johnny Dang, man (I’m talkin’ like Johnny Dang, bitch, permanent)

[Chorus]
I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’ (I ain’t lyin’)
I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, oh
I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’ (Uh-uh)
If I’m lying then she’d say a nigga died (I died)
Up that 40 at his ass, he slangin’ iron (Iron)
Shawty want Lil’ Sak, she wanna fuck my bro
Hit his ass from the back, need no scope (No scope)
And the dick in her mouth just like skulls (Just like skulls)

[Verse 1]
I’m like “Damn, hold a minute, what that coochie do?” (Coochie do)
Suck that dick, then I buy you some new Gucci shoes, wait
Suck that dick good, I buy you up some Gucci shoes, wait
Suck that dick good, I buy you some new Gucci shoes
And I’m lookin’ for that bitch just like I’m Scooby-Doo
And I’m tryna get the mystery, a Rubik’s Cube
And I told her that I love her, but I lied though (I lied)
And I told her that I’m off a lot of hydro (Hydro)
And I’m poured up like Waldo
Young nigga used to trap up out the metro (Metro)
Rob a nigga then I get some fuckin’ Retros
Take your bitch, uh, ooh-ooh, yes, no
And I fucked her, now her stomach need some Pepto
Tell that pussy nigga stop flaggin’, he don’t want smoke
I got bad hoes cheatin’, and they say I’m fling-ding
I’m in jail but on Twitter, I’m trending
Big ass gun, and the clip is extending
Shawty wanna fuck ’cause a nigga gettin’ bands
Young rich nigga, watch me hit the Melvin dance
Young street nigga, I got bands in my pants

[Chorus]
I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’
I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, oh
I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’
If I’m lying then she’d say a nigga died (Oh)
Up that 40 at his ass, he slangin’ iron (Iron)
Shawty want Lil’ Sak, she wanna fuck my bro
Hit his ass from the back, need no scope
And the dick in her mouth just like skulls

[Verse 2]
Nigga, fuck the opps
Yeah, I’m OTF them (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I’m YSL them (On my mom)
Yeah, I’m Grizzley Gang them (On my mom)
Yeah, I’m 100K them (On my mom)
Yeah, I’m with my gang ‘nem (On my mom)
Yeah, I’m YNW (On my mom)
Pussy ass nigga, we kill you (On my mom)
Shawty gon’ fuck on us (Yeah), ’cause we gettin’ money, yeah
I got lots of hundreds, yeah, she think that it’s funny, yeah
Bounce on the dick like motherfuckin’ bunny, yeah
I don’t wanna say that, she don’t wanna play that, uh
Heard you was on another phone line with ’em (Phone line)
Heard you really said you really liked that nigga (Liked that nigga)
I don’t give a fuck, I ain’t gon’ fight that nigga (No, no)
We can have a money fight, I got a lotta that, bae (Woah, woah, woah)

[Chorus]
I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’
I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, oh
I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’, I ain’t lyin’
If I’m lying then she’d say a nigga died
Up that 40 at his ass, he slangin’ iron
Shawty want Lil’ Sak, she wanna fuck my bro
Hit his ass from the back, need no scope
And the dick in her mouth just like skulls

Lil Skies – World Rage Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
This that shit like
This that shit like where you just talk your shit like… haha
Go ‘head O
Ayy, I told them niggas like, look…
Danny, I see you

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show
I got bitches gettin’ naked, throwin’ money on the floor
Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin’ ’cause he broke
I ain’t never played the bitch, I’m in the game and that’s for sure
Claustrophobic, dropped the top, I had to switch lanes (skrrt)
My bitch is crazy, in her purse, she keeps a switchblade
I’m out of town, still wear the chain like I’m Johnny Dang
I make it rain in your city, bring the world rage

[Verse 1]
Lifestyle on 300, Sparta’s how we comin’ (we comin’)
Loverboy like I’m McLovin, I got bitches in London
You gon’ take a chance and get nothin’, niggas fake and be frontin’ (they fake)
Whole crowd lit, fist-pumpin’, on the stage, I’m jumpin’ (jump, jump)
I get cash in abundance, know I made it from my grind
I was waitin’ patiently, I knew this shit would take some time
She be sniffin’ too much coco, she can’t read between the lines
Fell in love with all the hype, now she don’t wanna go outside
I bust down the wrist, now my time is full of ice
I bust up my clique, now my niggas livin’ life
And you are full of shit if you think I would take advice
You were doin’ all the wrong to make sure I was never right

[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show
I got bitches gettin’ naked, throwin’ money on the floor
Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin’ ’cause he broke
I ain’t never played the bitch, I’m in the game and that’s for sure
Claustrophobic, dropped the top, I had to switch lanes (skrrt)
My bitch is crazy, in her purse, she keeps a switchblade
I’m out of town, still wear the chain like I’m Johnny Dang
I make it rain in your city, bring the world rage

[Verse 2]
Ayy, and I can’t be tamed, put this shit on replay (replay)
Run her hand all through my braids, she know I’m the new wave (the wave)
Lately I’ve been on this chase, dark shades, Blu-Ray (Blu-Ray)
You will never take up my space, I don’t care what you say (you say)
I had to run it up
Don’t think that you’ve done enough, I blew up like Mrs. Puff
Now they all wanna fuck with us, and these girls fall in love with us
Like no, no, no, no, no
I gotta let you go, go, go, go, go, for real

Soulja Boy – Flame (Intro)

[Intro]
Everyday I’m gettin’ to that K
Walk up this morning, then I went and bought a Wraith
Smokin’ on dope, now I’m high in the space
And then call my lawyer, I got caught
With the Draco, with the case
Ya know the fuck goin’ on man
You now listening to Big Soulja the mixtape
DJ Ransom Dollars, DJ Jerry, my mixtape
Is time to take them motherfucker streets over, nigga
Stacks on Decks Money Gang with the movement nigga
(They say Big Soulja ain’t from the hood)
You know what the fuck going on nigga, Big Soulja nigga
(They say Big Soulja ain’t from the hood)
(Mumbling)

[Verse]
Everyday I’m gettin’ to that K
Woke up this morning, then I went and bought a Wraith
Smokin’ on dope, now I’m high in the space
And then call my lawyer, I got caught
With the Draco, with the case
Yesterday young Dre made 50k
Brand new Wraith out of space
Brand new pay
Forgiatos in the turn
Lane doing with the K
Then we play with that aim, in the kitchen Hurricane
Fly through new Bentley Crewe
What you sayin’, Forgiatos in the hood
Yeah, they know that I’m the man
Back, touch down, that’s the touch down
Draco on me boy, and they hold a 100 round drum
Bright day, cost lurk you know they ply
Walk up in the kitchen, I’m in the pine
I’m in the kitchen, I’m in the stove
Hold a pound of ‘caine
Then I whip the whole block
Diamonds on my neck and they know Fo
Diamonds on me Johnny Dang
Rang blang, glang in the kitchen
Do my damn thing, let the draco sink just like T-Payne
Hit them just like Noha Kane
Hit them with the draco
He goin’ feel a damn thing
Aye, hit them with the draco
He gon’ feel a damn thing
2 pistols on my hip
Man I feel like Max Payne
Blow it hard, then attorney ain’t not gon’ play with the gang
I’m in the new Bentley Crewe, chicken noodle soup, fring
Pull up on you, draco brought at day
Blow at it’s brand with the gang man
Don’t make me say that shit again
After sell we don’t play
Yeah we pull up brought at day
Nigga 100k, seeing in the Louis suitcase
Call my lawyer, beat the case
Draco ain’t no 2 Wayne
If you disrespect gang
Know we take the whole safe
Run up and then split the case
Spread the draco like is Mayse
No face, pit the cage
No face, no case
No seal, no deal
Pop a nigga like a pill
Yeah, I’m playing with the Ms tryna get a couple Bill’s
Young Dre broke the rules
Then we-Imma count a six
Brand new draco on me, switch the rules
Like I’m Boom! Draco made none oh
All this horas was K-Boom!
Put this body in the tomb
6-fifth for the crew
Gang, yeah we let it bang
Wrist, that’s a hurricane
Yeah, we know them niggas lame
We pull up, we takin’ chains
Hurricane dropped brand new
All skrt, in the kitchen with my wrist
I can make this shit work
Plug came in at 50 pounds
Gotta a goon 100 ki’s in one week
Bring in my style for
Sippin’ lean ’till I’m gone
Sippin’ lean ’till I’m dead
In the ksub with the baddest bitch
Yeah-hey, Lamborghini coup
Quart a mill on a-, I’m in LA
If you shoot, for the gang
Nigga we comin’ for yo ear
Snatch a chain
Snatch a ring
Snatch an A damn thing
Cuba link on my wrist
And they know what’s my name
Big Draco, let shots so
But we don’t play, we gang
We pull up on you, do you dirty, leave ’em in the main
In the strip club, make it rain
LOG with Johnny Dang
All this diamonds on my neck
Oh man, it’s a shame
50 thousand for the ring
On the bling bling, king
All this diamonds on my neck
And then nigga do yo thing
‘Cause the chopper hit his face
Put them down, nigga draco 100 rounds
A million city with the pounds
All this was a whole lot of sound
Whole lot of chopper sounds
Chop and knock a nigga down

Keith Ape – Going Down To Underwater (feat. Ski Mask The Slump God)

[Intro: $ki Mask the Slump God & Keith Ape]
It is very fuckin’ early
Yeah, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: $ki Mask the Slump God & Keith Ape]
I’m goin’ down to underwater, gonna have myself a time (yeah-e-yeah)
I’m goin’ down to underwater, gonna have myself a time (yeah-e-yeah)
I’m goin’ down to underwater, gonna have myself a time (yeah-e-yeah)
Goin’ down to underwater
[?]
Underwater squad in the drop top minivan
Poppin’ like grease in the cookin’ pan, mmm
Underwater squad in the drop top minivan
Poppin’ like grease in the cookin’ pan, mmm
Underwater squad, drop top minivan
Kung Lao wristband
Underwater squad in the drop top minivan
Poppin’ like grease in the cookin’ pan, ayy

[Verse 1: Keith Ape]
OPH in my veins
‘Cause I’m bitch [?] (aye)
[?] Skin and $ki (ay, ay, ay)
[?] no sleep, $ki and codeine
We ain’t worried ’bout no oldies (yuh, yuh, yuh)
[?] (whoa, ayy)
[?] my nigga [?], nigga’s name is Odin
Nigga [?] (aye, aye)
Underwater, Rollie on my wrist (yuh)
And I got Johnny Dang, really on my teeth, okay

[Chorus: $ki Mask the Slump God & Keith Ape]
I’m goin’ down to underwater, gonna have myself a time (yeah-e-yeah)
I’m goin’ down to underwater, gonna have myself a time (yeah-e-yeah)
I’m goin’ down to underwater, gonna have myself a time (yeah-e-yeah)
Goin’ down to underwater
[?]
Underwater squad in the drop top minivan
Poppin’ like grease in the cookin’ pan, mmm
Underwater squad in the drop top minivan
Poppin’ like grease in the cookin’ pan, mmm
Underwater squad, drop top minivan
Kung Lao wristband
Underwater squad in the drop top minivan
Poppin’ like grease in the cookin’ pan, ayy

[Verse 2: $ki Mask the Slump God]
Brrrt, this ain’t Dominos but I serve your order
Sack up on my back and I’ma run it like Dora
Boot up like Timmy, need to boot up, I order
Couple of freaks suck on the meat (suck on the)
Rim, just like a slim jim (yeah, yeah, yuh)
Fucked on her friend, then told her friend (yeah)
Now we can’t fuck like again, ayy
I just might take her to Applebee’s
She came for me ’cause her pussy like bumblebees
Don’t eat the food, now she mad at me
Lick on my dick like it was a sunflower seed (curse)
Eww, what’s that smell? (huh)
Stinky pussy, you need a shower, B (lean, lean)
If you ever meet another nigga like me (bitch!)
Expect to lose like some calories (yuh, yuh)

[Chorus: $ki Mask the Slump God & Keith Ape]
I’m goin’ down to underwater, gonna have myself a time (yeah-e-yeah)
I’m goin’ down to underwater, gonna have myself a time (yeah-e-yeah)
I’m goin’ down to underwater, gonna have myself a time (yeah-e-yeah)
Goin’ down to underwater
[?]
Underwater squad in the drop top minivan
Poppin’ like grease in the cookin’ pan, mmm
Underwater squad in the drop top minivan
Poppin’ like grease in the cookin’ pan, mmm
Underwater squad, drop top minivan
Kung Lao wristband
Underwater squad in the drop top minivan
Poppin’ like grease in the cookin’ pan, ayy

Travis Scott – Swang Remix Lyrics

[Hook: Swae Lee]
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take a little bank
Everyday spillin’ up drank
She want the whole crew, shawty brave
When the money talks, what is there to say?
Blow away, watch it blow away
When I die can’t take it to the grave
Hop out, drop, top, fuck y’all talkin’ I need it right now
Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up gotta come down

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I’m a young, young nigga and I get fucked up
I’m a young, young nigga let’s pour up
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I’m a young, young nigga and I get fucked up
I’m a young, young nigga let’s pour up
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I’m a young, young nigga and I be fucked up
I’m a young, young nigga let’s pour up
[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Big body hoggin’ up the lanes
Whip so big its like a plane
Tattoos on my body and my face
You know young nigga can’t be tamed
You don’t want no problems this a way
I got blue and red flags in my gang
They say “where you get them boogers in your fingers?”
You know I had to hit up Johnny Dang
Ya, ya, I need that ice allí
I need that ice allí
Give me just what I need
Ya all them gon’ ride for me
Go and bend down for me
Never gon’ cop a plea

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Pass me one while I’m grippin’ ‘grain
Don’t hit the window don’t hit the brakes
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
We young niggas you can’t hang (oh no)
You know my young niggas can’t be tamed (alright)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Young niggas, young niggas ready to go
I’m a young, young nigga and I get fucked up
I’m a young, young nigga let’s pour up
If I say I got it then you know I got it yuh
Bands, bands, bands can’t fit in my pocket
Take off with me now take off on my rocket
Smash everything in Aces now we off to Follies
Now we on our own drivin’ with extension
Woods, woods, woods that’s that repetition
Pippen, Johnny Gil that’s that new edition
La Flame Don Juan young nigga pimpin’
All you can handle
I rock that bitch off the handles
She bust it open like sandals
Mess with the flannels
Diamonds go hard with the flannels
Don’t need to control her, I change my bitch like a channel
Young niggas inside and I got young niggas, young niggas with me

[Hook: Travis Scott]
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Tattoos on my body and my face
You know them young niggas can’t be tamed

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
Gettin’ dough ain’t a thing change
Coasting, grippin’ grain
Goin’ through the money like a phase
Don’t say my name in vain
I’m so glad that you came
All these bad bitches gettin’ slain
Broke ass nigga get a clue
All these niggas know how we do

[Hook: Swae Lee]
Know some young niggas like to swang
Know some young niggas like to swang
Big bank take a little bank
Everyday spillin’ up drank
She want the whole crew, shawty brave
When the money talks, what is there to say?
Blow away, watch it blow away
When I die can’t take it to the grave
Hop out, drop, top, fuck y’all talkin’ I need it right now
Cash in the air, yeah, what goes up gotta come down