Marlo – Shot Caller Lyrics (feat. Offset & YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ride ’til the wheels fall off (ride ’til the wheels fall off)

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Marlo]
PFK be the realest, no switching up
And I ain’t need no lucky charm ’cause I had luck
Really slapped mine on these niggas, I’m havin’ that fetty
We don’t do no drive-by, nigga we walk up and get it
If Thug send the word, he know I’ma go and get it, yeah
Sellin’ them bags of midget
Bro I’m sellin’ that gas, no really, yeah
And Melly sittin’ in them trenches
I pull up the Bentley, right in the trenches
I told him straight up that he the realest
And he the realest, I really did it
I sold a thousand pounds of midget in the kitchen
I really did it, yeah

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gang authentic (gang)
Head of my gang, lieutenant (hey)
Straight from the Nawf, tryna get it (Nawf)
Three young niggas, yeah we winnin’ (woo, woo)
Remember when the back end wasn’t that big but a nigga had to split it (we had to split it)
Murk in the feds, got caught with a SIG and it cost two-fifty (quarter ticket)
Ain’t no switchin’
Them my dogs, they bite, they vicious (urr, urr)
Private jet with the revolver, stay on my pivot (bah bah bah)
Pray to God ’cause I can’t get caught with this pistol (no)
Big boy missiles (missiles)
Niggas trained to kill when I whistle (hey)

[Verse 3: YFN Lucci]
Big ball, big ballin’
I’ma big dog, lil doggy
Your bitch can’t keep her lips off me
I just can’t see myself fallin’
Can’t see myself fallin’
I’ma ball like I’m James Harden
Ball like my name Jordan
Balmain jeans on me
Uh, I’ma put some change on me
You ain’t gon’ never see where it came from
You ain’t gon’ never say where I can’t come
You ain’t gon’ never ever flame nothin’
Uh, I’ma be the same one
I ain’t gon’ never ever change nothin’
I ain’t gon’ never give the game up
We won’t let the money change us

[Chorus: Marlo]
I was sittin’ in the trenches with my niggas
And I know them niggas gon’ ride until the wheels fall off ’cause them my dogs
And I’ll knock one of y’all niggas off about my dog
So when you see them in the street know them my dogs
Ain’t playin’ with these niggas, we shot callin’
Big ballin’, nigga we ball like Spalding
We ain’t playin’ with no opps, we straight off ’em
And a nigga get straight to the business
I ran up a milly off a pretty penny
And I dropped down to my knees and thanked God we really winnin’
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

W.e.n.a. – Sny 2.0 Lyrics

[Zwrotka 1]
Chyba nie mogę napisać, że jestem niedoceniony
Po trzech albumach, czuję niedosyt po nich
Rzadko ich słucham – gram, nie mogę zwolnić
Nowa muzyka, nowe życie nowe domy
Wciąż walczę, jedna z niewielu rzeczy bez zmian
Urodziłem się by zwyciężać, nie potrafię przegrać
Nie mogę pisać, że nie biorę hajsu za rap
Zabawne, nie widziałem tyle hajsu na raz
Niedługo kupię nową parę Jordanów w Stanach
Alternatywnie spędzałbym ten czas na haju w bramach
Miłość teraz, to kwestia zaufania
Młoda, zrozum, że mogę nie znaleźć więcej czasu dla nas
Niedawno nie stać mnie było na ubrania
Dziś na lodówce kładę Mamie pliki hajsu z grania
Kocham Cię Mamo, to czego mnie nauczałaś
Daje rezultat, uwierz, Tobie nigdy bym nie skłamał
Z resztą nie wiem po co miałbym
Nawet kiedy zmieniałem zdanie, nie zmieniałem prawdy
Fotografuję czas, te same kadry mijają mnie
Zwalniam migawkę, dni tej samej rangi, jak każdy
Każdy po nim, zapisane na liniach papilarnych naszych dłoni
I w szeregach nut na pięciolinii
Idę dalej, to zaledwie jedna z dróg, nie znam innych

[Zwrotka 2]
Chyba nie mogę napisać dzisiaj, że jutra nie znam
Znając bookingi z października na początku kwietnia
Pamiętasz, “Nigdy” nie chcę po prostu przestać
Czuje w środku głód, dam Wam go odczuć w sercach
Nie byłem dotąd tak pewien swoich przekonań
I mimo, że absolutnie nic nie wniosła do nich szkoła
Mam klasę, choć nie powtarzałem żadnej
Doceń to, jaki jestem, nie to kim się stałem nagle
Znalazłem się gdzieś wysoko, ponad standardem
Nie znasz mojego życia, poznajesz jedynie fragment
Wiele pragnień, są blisko gdy upadnę
Uniosę się i wstanę tak, jak robiłem to dawniej
I teraz, gdy otaczają mnie nowe spojrzenia
Odnajduję w nich siebie, znam to od urodzenia
Z rozmów o celach, w drogę przez założenia
Do subiektywnej wygranej, którą niewielu docenia

[Zwrotka 3]
Mogę napisać, że od zawsze tego pragnąłem
Choć w talii kart, którymi gram, wszystkie są znaczone
Zmęczone dłonie, życie poza domem, studio, trasa, mało snu, wysiłek ponad normę, Dd początku ciężko pracowałem, by tu stanąć
Za bardzo szanuję fanów by zdobywać ich udając
Znam swoją wartość, gdy mogę w oczy patrząc
Obserwować źrenice, jak napełniają się pasją
Jeden cel, nie zależy mi na innych
Jeden sen i nie czuję się bezsilny
Nad ranem, gdy budzę się i mijają godziny
I wstaje nowy dzień, a świat znowu szuka winnych
Jeden cel, jedno życie, jeden na nie plan
Nie mogę napisać, że nie dostrzegałem szans
Nie zostanę sam – gdy uderza rytm, oddaję mu cały czas

Ygtut – Big Poppa Lyrics

[Hook – YGTUT]
Big bank, call me Big Poppa
Big daddy to the Lil’ Momma’s
Slim waist with a big bottom
We ain’t havin’ no drama
Big man bout the lil’ problems
It ain’t nothing that we can’t solve
I’m posted posted with the big ballers
Big rims with the big bodies
Can’t f**k with him, cause he a clique hopper
But nigga, you a flip flopper
We run it like an offense, and uh..
And we gon’ run it til’ we out of town

[Verse 1 – YGTUT]
Thanking the Lord for givin’ me grace, I caught the [?] case
Was facing a lot of time, now we tryin’ to keep it straight
Scrapin’ the chains, count it, we just tryin’ to make it shake
I got the Jordan’s yellin’, now a couple bills late
So much on my mind, so much shit up on my plate
This is precious time, can’t afford to make mistakes
They just hit my brodie’s crib, just the other day
He just had a daughter, please don’t let em take my bro away
That’s a lot of time, enough to make you feel afraid
Tryin’ to talk to God, but just can’t find no words to say
Couple trucks to move the money to another place
Paranoid, so now you sleepin’ with a baby k
On the other side, trying to stay up out the way
Workin’ on the music, bout to drop another tape
Droppin’ records, they like ‘Tut, you been MIA’
But how the f**k have I been MIA when that ain’t where I stay?

[Hook x2 – YGTUT]
Big bank, call me Big Poppa
Big daddy to the Lil’ Momma’s
Slim waist with a big bottom
We ain’t havin’ no drama
Big man bout the lil’ problems
It ain’t nothing that we can’t solve
I’m posted posted with the big ballers
Big rims with the big bodies
Can’t f**k with him, cause he a clique hopper
But nigga, you a flip flopper
We run it like an offense, and uh..
And we gon’ run it til’ we out of town

[Verse 2 – YGTUT]
Feelin’ me now, I’m giving you game and niggas late better listen
I pay close attention, wizard in the 5th dimension
My little intuition send me clear of bad intentions
Sneakin’ bitches on niggas who tried to go against us
Used to try to short us, now they want a picture with us
Bitches curve, done made a U-turn to come and get it
Ain’t been the same since 20-17 December
Lookin’ around, a lot of people they no longer with us…
Damn nigga…
I thought that we was homies, I don’t understand nigga
Can’t let no one control me, I’m my own man nigga
If you can’t respect that, then I can throw some hands with ya
I got a lot of plans…
To feed the fam, I’m tryin’ to give you a story that is still untold
But the story gotta still unfold
So Imma just, Imma just, just keep doing my damn thing nigga
I’m a…

[Hook x2 – YGTUT]
Big Poppa
Big daddy to the Lil’ Momma’s
Slim waist with a big bottom
We ain’t havin’ no drama
Big man bout the lil’ problems
It ain’t nothing that we can’t solve
I’m posted posted with the big ballers
Big rims with the big bodies
Can’t f**k with him, cause he a clique hopper
But nigga, you a flip flopper
We run it like an offense, and uh..
And we gon’ run it til’ we out of town

Breland – My Truck Lyrics

[Chorus]
You can drink my liquor, you can call my lady
You can take my money, you can smoke my blunt
Scuff these Jordan’s, you can say you hate me
You can call me crazy, but don’t touch my truck (Sku, sku)
Skerrrerrrurrree (Yah, yah) skerrrerrrurrree
Don’t touch my truck (Prr, yah)
Skerrrerrrurrree (Woohoo) skerrrerrrurrree
Don’t touch my-

[Verse 1]
V8 engine with the windows tinted
Boy, we came from the bottom got it out the mud
Whole block jumping ’cause the subs stay hittin’
If they roll up on me know I keep one tucked (Ouh yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell them boys come and get me, I be riddin’ through the city
Young, rich, and I’m pretty, homie don’t get it twisted
Keep a sip in the hemi, red cup fully of Henny (oh, ah, ouhh)
My hittas comes in plenties, for real

[Chorus]
You can drink my liquor, you can call my lady
You can take my money, you can smoke my blunt
Scuff these Jordan’s, you can say you hate me
You can call me crazy, but don’t touch my truck (Sku, sku)
Skerrrerrrurrree (Yah, yah) skerrrerrrurrree
Don’t touch my truck (Prr, yah)
Skerrrerrrurrree (Woohoo) skerrrerrrurrree
Don’t touch my-

[Verse 2]
Wood grain dash with the matte black finish
And it match my shawty with the big ol’ butt
Know them boys soft ’cause they got hard feelings
You can try me if you wanna go test your luck (Woo)

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell them boys come and get me (Get me)
I be riddin’ through the city (Woo)
Young, rich, and I’m pretty (Yuh)
Homie don’t get it twisted (Yuh)
Keep a sip in the hemi (In the hemi)
Red cup fully of Henny (You know we drink)
My hittas comes in plenties, for real

[Chorus]
You can drink my liquor, you can call my lady
You can take my money, you can smoke my blunt
Scuff these Jordan’s, you can say you hate me
You can call me crazy, but don’t touch my truck (Ohhh)
Skerrrerrrurrree, skerrrerrrurrree
Don’t touch my truck (Don’t)
Skerrrerrrurrree (Touch) skerrrerrrurrree (Uhhh)
Don’t touch my truck

[Outro]
Woo, ouu, woo, ouu, woo, ouu
Don’t touch my truck (Woo, ouu, woo, ouu, woo, ouu)
Don’t touch my truck

Frisco – I See You Lyrics (feat. Prez T, P Money & Wiley)

[Verse 1: Frisco]
(I see you)
It goes G-A-N-G-ST, so don’t test me
Where’s the rest G? E-R, best in the game, yeah we are
G’d up from the feet up
Something to say? I’ll speak up, I’m not a weak heart
The lyrical skeng will squeeze off (sky)
Hold on, wait for the deep part
The butterfly that will jook man rise the machine and kwuff man
They better speak properly
Bad vibes I’m trying to keep off me
It was no comment when the police got me (no comment, shhhh, say ‘nuttin)
See no evil, hear no evil
If man try violate my people, it will get messy like Resident Evil
(evil, evil)

[Verse 2: Wiley]
(I see you)
I see you looking at my path for a path
Real MCs, we’re the last of the last
I started out with Marv in the marque
If you look around, still see Marv in the marque
Like day one, day one, man are bredrins
Earn a likkle money cause we wanna get tings
Tings for the family, tings for the yutes, after that see me in a Jordan boot
Yo, I can see the game clear like a linesman
You can see me on the horizon
Album’s dropping, full circle, I’m popping
This time blud I ain’t stopping
Remember, me and Frisco have got dreams from before that will take off your headtop clean
You know what I mean, how ya mean?
I said BBK is the team (I see you)

[Hook: P Money]
I jump on snap, couple girl wanna pree me, (I see you)
I drop a new flow, now these MCs wanna be me, but (I see you)
Put tints on the whip, so now they can’t see me, but (I see you)
Man want a favour, but man can’t retweet me (I see you)
(x2)

[Verse 3: President T]
(Prez)
Wait till I see him, wait till I see them
Karma’s a goon, never gonna pree them
I see you, never on your own
When I say minutes, they better know (I see you), never on the phone
If you wanna talk, just be clever with your tone
100 stars, but only one gets shown (wake up)
Fully ingrown, up in the sky, must have been on about drones
“Wait till I see guys go against Prez”
Never gonna be wise, they were like, “Can’t wait ’till T dies”
I came back with 100 replies, you took a break in grime (woah)
Had to revise (I see you)

[Hook: P Money]
I jump on snap, couple girl wanna pree me, (I see you)
I drop a new flow, now these MCs wanna be me, but (I see you)
Put tints on the whip, so now they can’t see me, but (I see you)
Man want a favour, but man can’t retweet me (I see you)
(x2)

Kekra – Osms Lyrics

[Intro]
Boumidjal X on the track, bitch
Ouais

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Couplet 1]
J’vois des ânes en psychiatrie, sur le crâne grosse cicatrice
Flow semi-auto-toto-matique, la misère fait d’moi un artiste
Le reste dehors veut voir ma bite
Suce ma pipe a crack, nigga
J’sors d’la giga trap nigga
f**k ton bric-à-brac, nigga
Tout le monde à terre sauve qui peut
Le million, est à milles lieues
De comprendre la guigne que nous vivions
Que l’excellence j’suis pas fils de…
Ou frère d’un, tel…
Ne rappes pas frérot fais-le
Si tu parles de ta maille on t’fait le
J’vois le reste qu’est jealous

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Couplet 2]
Regarde les, sur leur te-tê couronne de barbelés
J’suis là pour la monnaie, épargnez-moi tous vos hip-hop hurray
Tu l’as critiqué, imité, avant mais maintenant tu l’es
J’ai raté l’avion maman j’suis Macaulay Culkin, Jordan immaculées
Gucci sur le dos, iens-cli sur le dos
Lunettes Versace placées sur le nez
Veulent m’étouffer mais la misère renait
Motivation de la mif sur l’épaule
Impossible d’changer le fusil d’épaule
Y’a d’ja le RPG sur l’épaule gauche
La concu’ frôle la ménopause
Donc faut que j’dose

[Refrain]
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Envoie la maille, j’recompte après je taille
Où sont mes sous ?
Où sont mes sous ?
Ils font les fous
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Ouais

[Outro]
Bouh bouh
Où sont mes sous sous sous ?
Tha cash
La monnaie

Project Pat – Rack Racin Lyrics

[Hook: Project Pat]
Rack racin, I’m sack chasin’ for the guallo
And you ain’t talkin’ shit if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a dollar
My money never foldin’, rubba band holdin’
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Rack racin, I’m sack chasin’ for the guallo
And you ain’t talkin’ shit if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a dollar
My money never foldin’, rubba band holdin’
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Cash rules everything around me
I got old money so they cannot help but crown me
I been getting bread since jerry curls and niggas wearing beepers
Money is everything, wanna learn I’ma teach ya
Old school Chevy with the peanut butter seats
Blood diamonds on my neck, brand new Jordan’s on my feet
And I keep that thing clocked just in case you got some static
Need some beef in your diet, I’ma let you niggas have it
I’m so focused on that sack from this rabbit or this crack
More commas for them dollar signs, tunnel vision racks
Where I’m from being broke you get lost in the sauce
Flougin niggas get exposed out here wanna be a boss
And motherf**k a friend, only friend is Ben
He can buy me what I want, I protect him with the twins
Extendo loaded clips, tryna rob you get killed
I got acrobatic dough like a pancake make it flip bitch

[Hook: Project Pat]
Rack racin, I’m sack chasin’ for the guallo
And you ain’t talkin’ shit if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a dollar
My money never foldin’, rubba band holdin’
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Rack racin, I’m sack chasin’ for the guallo
And you ain’t talkin’ shit if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a dollar
My money never foldin’, rubba band holdin’
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Anytime I do it mane they know its a movie
Loud and ciroc, bad bitches in Jacuzzi’s
Your only living once so I ball out like Kemo
You fishes out here lost, tryna find you Nemo
Diamonds on my wrist shine like a Vegas Strip
If you ain’t from my hood, pull up on you make you dip
See the way I was built, money first and pussy last
If a nigga ever cross, cut him off ain’t no pass
Ain’t no givin’, ain’t no leeway, real nigga shit
All you rattin’ ass niggas, y’all can catch a full clip
All these pussy niggas hatin’ cause the money that I get
Rim size 26, taking selfies with your bitch
Every nigga with my clique, he is playing with a brick
She say money make her cum, presidential suites and flicks
Only thing she want is dick, always swallow never spit
Counting bread, getting head, I’m addicted to this shit mane

[Hook: Project Pat]
Rack racin, I’m sack chasin’ for the guallo
And you ain’t talkin’ shit if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a dollar
My money never foldin’, rubba band holdin’
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

Rack racin, I’m sack chasin’ for the guallo
And you ain’t talkin’ shit if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a dollar
My money never foldin’, rubba band holdin’
Everything together got my pockets on swollen

D Smoke – Lights On Lyrics

[Intro: D Smoke]
Recoge la feria, haz lo que tú sabes
Get your dollars
Recoge la feria, haz lo que tú sabes
Get your dollars
Recoge la feria, haz lo que tú sabes
Get your dollars
Recoge la feria, haz lo que tú sabes
Listen

[Verse 1: D Smoke]
I had a long day shift
I came here and needed some motivation
Your family probably got ass for generations
You got it from your mama, so mama can get it
I don’t come in religious
But I heard you that hometown favorite
So turn around and shake somethin’ flagrant
And if I go home with your fragrance
Read about it in the papers, yeah
I broke a couple hundreds to show you I’m on it
I done worked hard for these dollars and part of the problem is my job leave me feeling parched and you drippin’ with agua
Carnaval en Brazil, look like you fixin’ to samba
Mi carnal está a mi lado like Pippen and Jordan
Or like Gasol and Mamba
I ain’t fallin’ but I’m ’bout ready to empty all of my pockets, here with my accomplice
Girl, if you here for dollars, consider mission accomplished

[Chorus: SiR & D Smoke]
Shake that thing like you would put that whole fire out
Stop, drop, roll ’til you can’t no more (More)
Roll, roll ’til you can’t no more (More, yeah)
Sit me down like a young nigga on timeout
Stop, drop, roll ’til you can’t no more (No more)
Roll, roll ’til you can’t no more (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus: D Smoke]
Shake it ’til you can’t go
Stretch your hamstrings, touch your ankles
Keep your lights on, get your bankroll, yeah
Keep your lights on, get your bankrolls, yeah
Shake it ’til you can’t go (Can’t go)
Stretch your hamstrings, touch your ankles (Ankles)
Keep your lights on, get your bankroll (Bankroll)
Keep your lights on, get your bankrolls

[Verse 2: D Smoke]
Greetings to pussy in the evening
You make it look easy, but looks can be deceiving, uh
Don’t do it for TV, you got another reason
‘Cause ain’t not another nigga gon’ make sure your daughter eating, yeah
Squats in the morning, you building and toning, uh
Them other dancers are friendly opponents
‘Cause every client in here ridin’, you see if they gon’ buy a dance
Or put they hands right where you want it
Brain sendin’ signals of serotonin
That ass in my lap got me relaxed
You throw it back while my big lil’ homie is growin’
Still holdin’, you goin’
Tell a nigga where it’s cool to feel on you, I’m knowin’
It’s somethin’ liberating about escaping the house
Forgetting the daily rigor of shit that’s stressin’ you out
Got my imagination wondering and plotting about
Whether you want this shot all on your breast or your mouth, let’s get it

[Chorus: SiR & D Smoke]
Shake that thing like you would put that whole fire out
Stop, drop, roll ’til you can’t no more (No more)
Roll, roll ’til you can’t no more
Sit me down like a young nigga on timeout
Stop, drop, roll ’til you can’t no more (No more)
Roll, roll ’til you can’t no more (No)

[Post-Chorus: D Smoke]
Shake it ’til you can’t go (Can’t go)
Stretch your hamstrings, touch your ankles
Keep your lights on, get your bankroll, yeah (Get your bankroll)
Keep your lights on, get your bankrolls, yeah
Shake it ’til you can’t go (Can’t go)
Stretch your hamstrings, touch your ankles
Keep your lights on, get your bankroll (Get your bankroll)
Keep your lights on, get your bankrolls

[Outro: D Smoke]
Recoge la feria, haz lo que tú sabes
Get your dollars
Recoge la feria, haz lo que tú sabes
Get your dollars
Recoge la feria, haz lo que tú sabes
Get your dollars
Recoge la feria, haz lo que tú sabes
Get your dollars, yeah

Breland Continues Country Music’s TikTok Reign with ‘My Truck’

If you’re thinking about touching country music’s newest millennial superstar Breland’s truck: don’t.

TikTok has given us so many gifts over the past couple years — memes, dance moves, challenges — but none have been as revolutionary as its ability to boost rising stars into the forefront of pop culture. Atlanta artist Breland is one of the newest to get clout straight off the platform, having little presence on the app besides his track, “My Truck,” but that’s all he really needed to get his career revved up.

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♬ My Truck – Breland

“My Truck” is reviving the digital Yeehaw revolution for Gen Z-ers everywhere. From fast dirt bikes and four-wheelers to monster-sized vehicles, users are breaking out their biggest and baddest machines to make videos to Breland’s bass-boosted southern hit. The song is a testament to one’s love for the classic vehicle, laden with clever dialogue and a whole list of things one can do to their enemy (see: “scuff these Jordan’s,” “smoke my blunt”) besides touch their truck. The worst offense on Yeehaw TikTok.

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Breland also finally premiered an official music video today for the song — which is climbing up in video stream numbers on TikTok — complete with a wide variety of eccentric and fiery (you guessed it) trucks. From breaking it down on a giant flatbed to rapping in front of a pile of flaming tires, Breland is clearly not fooling around when it comes to his zero tolerance policy on Dodge-disturbance.

Watch the full video, below, and please, TikTok, gift us with an accompanying dance challenge.

Image via TikTok

Go Yayo – No Visa Lyrics

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

I’m a real trapper bitch I’m not a star
I’m on that perc and my bitch on a bar
I’m on that lean lean lean hi tech no par
Chopper hit you, you get more than a scar
You looking for me bitch you know where we are
Get clout on my block we gon wet up your car
100 round drum on a AR
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a far
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a distance
Bullets keep coming them bitches persistent
Get you myself I don’t need no assistance
Heat seeker ain’t no way that I’m missing
VVS on me they dripping
I got them benjis on me and you know that they cripping
Ball like the goat bitch I’m Jordan you pippen
Thooka hit em wet em up and we dipping
Draco on me bitch you know what I tote
Ice on my neck If you reach you get smoked
Speak on my name you get turned into a ghost
Murder party and lil bitch I’m the host
You beefing on twitter we pop with pole
Let off 6 shots and I hit em with 4
Hop out the car just to hit him up close
Old goof ass nigga got killed for a post

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

Moneybagg Yo – Fadeaway Lyrics

[Intro]
How you know where you comin’ up and shit right?
It’s like you niggas get [?] and shit
Young Swerve, Young Swerve, Young Swerve
Bitches don’t be the same no more
It’s like everything just get faded away and shit
Shit crazy
Yeah

[Verse 1]
They don’t like it, they don’t hear the state ([?]), probably wanna see me dead or with a case (huh)
Going extra hard, tryna pave the way (mine) for my kids and niggas from the day one day (my day one people)
Damn, I wish Sleepy could see this shit (damn), told my last hoe I don’t need a bitch (I don’t need you, ho)
Told my niggas I came up and grew up with (you can have it), you can hand me your watches, get filthy rich (for real)
But some of them niggas did fade away (damn), like a MJ shot, I hate to shake ‘n bake ’em (I had to get ’em)
I saw you on the interstate (swerve), then fade off like the barber did my table (I’m gone)
Never f**ked a batty ho, nigga (no), ho comin’ then they go, nigga (they do)
That’s why I f**k ’em, then they fade away (haha), but they really here to pay and not to stay (hahaha)
Like Boosie, we Goin’ Thru Some Thangs, don’t nobody understand it, mane (nobody understand it)
Spent a couple thou’ on a pinkie ring, give that bitch the speaker to say “bling blang” (bling blaow)
Or a [?], and watch me fade away (woo), free all my niggas that’s caged away (woo)
R.I.P. for those that ain’t here today (bitch), my goal is only just days away (for real)
Hey

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)

[Verse 2]
I just blew some money at the gallery (I swear), my bitch like “you so materialistic (f**k this shit)
But bitch, we came down with this money, ho (huh), it gon’ fade away anyway, be realistic (you know what)
I’m so determined while I’m on this mission (I swear, nigga), I was so sick of roses and the dishes (I’ve had it in)
Selling bowls and midges, then I whip it, whip it (whip, whip, whip), becomin’ like a chef, make money out the kitchen (hey, hey, hey)
I f**k with my Jordan’s the long way (long way), keepin’ VVS’s in my braces (I said it, nigga), and my niggas
Since we talkin’ ’bout them alphabets (what), the AK fade you away for talkin’ reckless (rrraaar)
Spent some money on a petty bitch (petty ho), she faded off out the bottle some, that was so petty, girl (petty ho)
Got the toes on that real bitch (what you call it?) That’s what us street niggas call a pedicure (hey)
Keep my head up at all times (all times), stack, stack some bread up from all the grind (all the grind)
A bitch look like Megan, and she all mine (all mine), sippin’ different colors, drinkin’ all kinds (all kinds)
Throwin’ money in the bed like a jumpshark, fade away, fade away, fade away (swish)
He ain’t shit, that’s somethin’ that a hater would say (haha), and f**k, they gon’ hate anyway (anyway)

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh)

Raekwon – Chef It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Word
Yeah
Jump into the movie
Let’s go

[Verse 1]
Flex around town with the powerful flow in the latest
I’m like a jag, more spots, more courageous
I’m here, I never left, the chef blade henchman
Rep with a thousand one trenchmen
We all wearin’ sweats, Gillettes, and oxes, more foxes
Coolin’ on top of the spots holdin’ choppers
Some new Jordan 6s in the six
Fly niggas f**k this, f**k that
My winners get enough that
Teflon Dons and pimps, pop models
Louis goggles and the S class blast, don’t hit the potholes
We racin’, everything’s laced, here’s the ratio
Now bust that down, let’s get more fellatio

[Chorus]
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?

[Verse 2]
Grass get lit in bamboo, the band new
I will be one of the elites in the streets
Stores where fours get bought we open up wars
Some swords get caught, some broads got bored
Next level, new level, it’s gods against devils
Czars against rebels, we never been flipped
Army brigades with blades on, all types of niggas catch fades
In the middle of the street in the yellow line
The timin’ is massive, let’s run to the parade
Bangkok hammers get blazed
It’s in the streets, be amazed
How young homies turn into slaves
Eat that nigga for days, what

[Chorus]
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?
Chandeliers on the throats, we still chef it up
We heal niggas with notes, we stay weapon up
Over the pots and stoves, we still chef it up
Through the valley of hopes we stay flexin’, what?

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
That’s how you do that shit, man, for real, man?
That’s what you do when them niggas here?
That’s how it’s going down?
A-yo, you let me tell you something, man
f**k all them niggas, straight up, man
I don’t even wanna say it, man
But y’all already know, man
Y’all already know the greatest man
The greatest man
We the f**kin’ best, nigga, what?
Hahahaha, yeah, son
Tell ’em what it is son
That’s right, man
The adventures
Chef, one
Yeah

Klinac – Sve Ok Lyrics

[Strofa 1]
Pre dinu hteo sam da bilo gde odem
Al’ gde god odem, pitam se: “Da l’ stvarno pripadam ovde?”
Nikad nisam od onih koji te lažu da vole
Na kraju krajeva nije ni bitno, svakako svako i ode
Kad odeš, nemoj nikada da se vraćaš
Za izdaju na vreme reći ću ti samo: “Hvala”
Na nozi Jordan 4, prešô je za čet’ri para
A moje kupljene su sad pre čet’ri dana
I sve što tražim uvek nađem
Al’ nekad pomislim da nisam ni za ovo građen
Jer svako novo sranje oduzima mi snage
Ako ovako nastavim, umreću mnogo mlad jer
Ima strana ovog sranja koja ne vidi se
Ti crni podočnjaci, al’ na slici ne vide se
Malo mi fali da puknem i kažem: “Jebite se!”
I dalje bežim od svega, al’ možda prestigne me
Kol’ko para sam sjebô je baš za sjebati se
Ja toliko plašim se para jer mogu sjebati sve
I nisam došô po pare pa neću predati se
Al’ čak i pobedničke pesme su mi depresivne

[Refren]
I kao, kao sve ok, sve ok
A kao imam sve, kao smejemo se
A kao nije više isti, on promenio se
A nosim teret na leđima što je težak kô svet
Kao sve ok, sve ok
I kao imam sve, kao smejemo se
A kao nije više isti, on promenio se
A nosim teret na leđima što je težak kô svet

[Strofa 2]
Majka me jutros ispratila uplakana
A ti me mrziš zato što si uvek sama
Mi pucamo, ne možeš da trpiš moja sranja
Jer nikad, ja nikad nisam imô P od plana
Daj mi tu bocu – moram nešto da joj šapnem
Daj mi tu buksnu – možda zavije mi rane
Daj bilo šta što će da usere mi pamet
Daj bilo šta, samo da ovo sranje stane
Zaboravio sam svrhu dok tragao sam za srećom
Izgubljen idem po svetlo, zauvek tražiću nešto
Al’ ako ne bude s tobom, onda zapaliću nebo
Ako kraj je sa tobom, onda na kraju je srećno
Zaboravio svrhu, tragao sam za srećom
Izgubljen idem po svetlo, zauvek tražiću nešto
Al’ ako ne bude s tobom, onda zapaliću nebo
Pa neka gori kô mesto gde ću završiti jednom

Lawrence Rothman – Jordan Lyrics (feat. Kristin Kontrol)

I’ve lived long enough long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough long enough in shame

I live in world that I’m neither boy or girl
I’m not alone Not human or animal
Jordan would you die for me die for me you know I’d die for you
Sorry never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend Jordan

After everything you’ve done
I know I’m the only one
Who’s Bad for me bad for me bad for me

You crash into my vision like spirit with know latitude
Don’t need to understand anything as long as I do
All the life in me life in me
I chose to kill for you
Kinda always new I’d fall in love with my best friend Jordan

After everything you’ve done
I know I’m not the only one
Who’s’ Bad for me bad for me bad for me

There’s nothing left save
There’s no blood left in my face
Cause I’m bad for me
I’m bad for me bad for me so bad me

I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame long enough in shame long enough in shame
Jordan Jordan Jordan

Lil Uzi Vert – Froze Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up

[Verse 1]
Like 10 toes deep, I’m all in
Yeah, 10 toes deep, I’m all in
Yeah, everyday I be ballin’
Yeah, everyday I be ballin, yeah
Split that lil bitch and she act like she know me
I be ballin’ like Ginobili, (Skrt)
Whippin’ it all the way till’ my wrist numb
I can feel it in my shoulder
Somebody grab me a Polaroid, Polaroid, cuz my diamonds they so polar, aye
Talking that shit, pull up right on your block, got that drum
And that choppa’ on shoulder
Fuck nigga you can not fight, yeah
Bitch come in two just like dice, yeah
I need it wet just like splash, yeah
Gettin’ my money? Yeah, right
Yeah, fucking yo bitch cuz she right, yeah
Riding my dick like a bike, yeah
She is not spending the night, yeah
She is not spending the night

[Pre-Hook]
Yeah, I was in love with that girl
She was in love with a girl
I was in love with that dyke
I do not fuck with her brother
I was in love with a dyke
Nowadays I got a wife
I do not think about her

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up

[Verse 2]
Umm, Yeah
Uh no I’m not Jordan but I am the GOAT just like Kobe
My car’s so fast, 200 on dash, won’t test it (skrrr)
Gettin’ money, that’s a blessin’
Pray to the Lord that every day I be flexin’, ya
Some of my niggas they restin’, ya
I am still here, that’s a blessin’, ya
Swear I don’t do the textin’, ya
Lil bitch you is a peasant, ya
My chain might be tight but it’s heavy, ya
Don’t do no credit or debit, ya
All this money in my pocket, that shit get so heavy, ya

[Bridge]
Now I got me a new level
Now I went up in my level
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Hook]
Like hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up
Hold up, hold up
Why you so broke, get ya dough up
Like, pull up in the skrrt, lift my doors up
Yeah, when I’m in the A I stay poured up

Danny Brown – Theme Song Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
You can act stupid if you want to
Never play by the rules, do just what I want to
Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth
Now who they say is number one influencer, he number two (Yeah)
Yeah, he dance good, but guess where he got the moves?
But compared to me, look like he wear two left shoes (Uh)
Boy, I treat them lil’ virgins like the restroom
Take my hand and dance with the devil (Yeah)
Oh, boy, you in trouble, rattled the lion cage
Hope God strikes you down while you’re prayin’ on stage (Uh)
Jit at your burial, smoke squares at your grave
Then repent for my sins like, “God, I’m saved” (Alright)
He always forgive, later on, I forget
I had my fingers crossed, so I’m back on that shit
Catch another body ‘fore the song get mixed
The bullets is the lyrics, turn the rapper to a spirit (Yeah)
Singin’ with the angels, nigga long gone
Your song’s like bitch, a belly long, wear the thong wrong (Uh)
Nigga, I’m the wrong one to run on
My balls on her Kit-Kat, now she playin’ ping-pong (Alright)

[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Listen here, Little Richard, I don’t know what got into you
Did more for the game than you (Yeah)
That’s why I had to cut into ya, ya need to be checked
Lil’ niggas need to learn some respect (Alright)
When your show’s like the Rockettes, with some majorettes
Gimme a mic, and a DJ, and I’m set (Yeah)
‘Cause these bars on deck, ain’t gotta shake my ass
You the real definition of “ants in your pants”
Got a son, lil’ niggas, no child support (Yeah)
Sorta like the Bad Boys up against Jordan
But, nigga, you ain’t scorin’, not on me
Wrote this one on one knee, R.I.P. to P (Damn)
Taught me to keep it real, stand on my own (Yeah)
If I got you, rock a nigga brain with his nose bone
No time for the gimmicks (Yeah)
And I ain’t gotta lie when I say I’m independent (Alright)

[Chorus]
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger
Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas (Yeah)
Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Damn)

[Outro]
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Alright)
(Damn)

Lil Tecca – Senorita Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Yeah, yeah
Kio, Kio
Yeah, yeah, oh
Buh, buh, buh, buh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 1]
I’m never hot ’cause I got a lot of fans
Best fans, Tecca stans
Sold out stands, Tecca stans
DSR, FaZe Clan
I don’t gotta flex, ’cause I know I’m the man
I got a bad lil’ eater
Don’t know her, call her señorita
McDonald’s, can’t five star feed her (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Verse 2]
Run up the girl, had to run it up, baby
German lil’ shawty, she ride a Mercedes
I get the drip, I’m drippin’ on the daily
He talkin’ on ‘Gram but, no, he can’t face me
His bitch can Face me, bitch can taste me
Laced the nigga, gave him rabies
Ketamine, I got lazy
Blue, yellow, Jordan, Lanies

[Chorus]
Lately niggas been worried ’bout Tecca, nigga
You want me, how you gonna do better, nigga?
Bet on myself, how the fuck I’m a better, nigga?
They got me feeling like shit like I’m just a nigga
Talk about me, how the fuck I’ma let a nigga?
He took a shower, yeah, that TEC had to wet a nigga
And shawty left him, yeah, she seen I’m the better nigga
I evolve from human to gold, like caterpillar
Yeah, why you be worried about me? (Yeah)
You hit me, I leave ’em on seen (Yeah)
He a junkie, he be off the codeine (Yeah)
They look up to me, I’m only sixteen (Yeah)
I got a TEC, it go, “Bap, bap, bap” (Yeah)
They hit on my bitch and they snap and they clap (Yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I’m on top when I dance (Yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants

[Outro]
Uh
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)
Uh (Tecca stans)

Bas – Nirvana Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1: B. Lewis]
Get you, get you on the floor
Kitchen table, say no more
Got you up against the door
Run it up ’til the morning
Never trippin’, on the low
Hit it fast, hit it slow
Run it up ’til the morning

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
That’s a fact, scientific
What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen?
I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
Got no problems givin’ you the praises
Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
You deserve the latest
Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
It ain’t rented and it auto-park
And she got back like a photobomb
Throw that ass back, no photoshop
Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
Uber Eats, big movie screens
Shit, fuck, and sleep
I could do this all day

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

Chief Keef – Posse Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Your posse)

Dave – Streatham Lyrics

[Intro]
Look

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
Teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time the mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to ride ’round all reckless

[Verse 1]
Stolen ‘peds, that’s Geely and Vespas
And the feds called my broski restless
Said he got a charge in the car, no Tesla
And everybody ’round me rowdy
I walk in, tell the jeweler, “Wow me”
If you’re talkin’ ’bout P’s just ‘low me
19, I put 19 on an Audi
I’ll never forget that day that I found me the cutest caramel brownie
And the chest and back both bouncy
Trust me, everyting shake, no Saudi
My G just came out for a shooting
And Ramz done a madness, charting
Say that man got something in common
‘Cause trust me, both of their tings been barking
If you see him at a drink, cut parking
Do it like Jordan, run up and spark him
My G’s been on badness, way before they had a moustache like Stalin
And this ting’s all love and hate, ’cause a lot of man love to hate
My young G done draws and eights
Now he’s cuttin’ through bricks like the 1-1-8
And I ain’t on indirects, diss me, and I take that personal
How you gassed off a note that’s purple?
Bet you never got it off white like Virgil
Two men and an angry murk
That’s war wit’ a German, Winston Churchill
It’s mad when man wanna murk you
But you know you gotta be in by curfew
And I seen a lot of man get pressured, why?

[Chorus]
I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I got peng tings givin’ man stress
I ain’t gotta sex it, message or text it
I don’t wanna do you and I
Like I’m in Leicester skippin’ my lectures
We used to roll ’round all stupid

[Verse 2]
Mitcham Lane, that’s Streatham and Tooting
I’m in East tryna link my girl
‘Cause I’ve got a baby, a crossbow like Cupid
Man are dead or in jail, that’s useless
Tell a yute, “If you’ve got a brain, then use it”
Now I drive past man I went school with
You was the cool kid, now you look clueless
And I’m still tryna tell man, “Fuck the Audi, switch it for a Benz”
When you’re tryna make it out the ends
Friends of enemies are enemies
And enemies of enemies are friends
Fuck the Benz, I switch it for a Beamer
Tell the dealer, “Need a bigger litre”
He told me he’s on me when he sees me
I barely remember why we’re beefin’

[Chorus]
But I grew up in Streatham
And teachers was givin’ man tests
Same time mandem were givin’ out testers
I’ve got peng tings givin’ me stress
Nudes in the message, put in an effort
But I don’t need a me and you
Like when a chef would eat at his restaurant

Offset – Father of 4 Lyrics

[Intro: Big Rube]
Yeah, you already know what it is (Swerve)
It’s noisy off the set path
How can I make choices I’ve yet to discover we have?
Must need rehab
If you think you know me from the facets they show these folks to get money, I gotta laugh
How funny it is you don’t realize the skill lies in knowing within the truth there’s still lies
It’s called being civilized
But not to trivialize your belief in the semi-fictionalized
I am who you see
What you hear is part of me
But there’s so much more to me
So much more to be than just alive
A son, a brother, a husband, a father
But still can go even farther
Wish and will, can go harder
In that time, I went the hardest
More than this generic term “artist.”
A reality smith, you love my craftsmanship
Because I craft some shit to make my people proud
And so I speak aloud, but not loud enough yet
Or as loud as I can get
They think I ain’t a threat
But all preconceived notions, I’ve arrived
To Offset

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 1: Offset]
Kalea, you my first, first daughter
I missed the first years of your life, I’m sorry
Tell the truth, I ain’t really know if I was your father
Tell the truth, I really don’t even know your mama
But I had to step up, my daddy had left us
Even though we gotta catch up, pray to God that he bless us
I’ma keep grindin’ for my kids, never gon’ let up
I’ma put the money up for y’all, I can’t be selfish
Had a baby as a kid, mama kicked me out
Had to go and hit a lick, tryna put food in your mouth
Then I got caught for the shit, in the pen when she pushed you out
Your mama tried to push me down, ain’t let me stay at the house

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

[Verse 2: Offset]
I’m a father of four, gotta get that cash, gold
Keep my past closed, ‘member I ain’t had no dough
Spend a big bag on clothes, Gucci from the head to toes
Not two, not three, all four, that’s all they know
Kulture, remind me of my grandma, feel like she is closer
Gotta thank your mama, she hold me like holsters
Gotta protect her from the world, I can’t even post her
Ups and downs in this fame, roller coaster
If I don’t ball, then everything ’round me fall
I’m prayin’ to God to watch my kids, that’s my all…

[Chorus: Offset]
I was 17 years old when I had you (When I had you)
Tryna find my soul when I had you (When I had you)
I was oh so broke when I had you (When I had you)
Locked up down the road when I had you (When I had you)
Jordan, sorry I wasn’t there for all your birthdays
I tried to hit, I wasn’t rich, and had no workplace
My son Kody, he three, rappin’ already like me
Ridin’ in the car, you don’t play me, then he gon’ scream

Tory Lanez – Say Ahh Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s the remix baby
Hahahah, yeah
Tory-mix
Ahh, ugh, ahh
Ay, ahh
Jeval, what it is nigga?
Rimes, you already know what it is
T-Lanez, yeah

[Verse]
Man I’m flyer than a flight that’s not delayed
I got bills like a phone that’s not prepaid
And you can claim on top, not VJ
Shawty scratch me like my 5 top DJ’s
I got my sneak’s laced pretty like my G’s face
Might see J’s, Jordan’s on ’em like a keychain
Please, I’m sleepin’ on ’em like my PJs
T-Lanez the shit while these other niggas pee stains
I’ma [?] a star baby, I’ma [?] a Marley
I’ma meet you at the [?] mall I don’t give a [?] at all
So open wide baby, I’ll give you a billion
You’ll say ahh like your Christina Million
The alcohol I’m on got me feelin’ really gone
I can give you really long D
You can get if from me
If you really want, get it on, spit it on beat
Just leave it round 3
And your girl talk shit, she only talk about me
So wait wait wait
Let’s really talk about shit
She she she, she be singin’ songs, talk ’bout how we get it on
Never been a kill at all, hop into that yellow thong
They think I’m hella wrong the way that I just send ’em home
I’m like [?] gum, I last extra long
These hoes be blowin’ me like a saxaphone
I ain’t muscle-buildin’ but them bitches what flex I’m on
I’m like [?] killin’ all pedestrians
Hands on your girl like a nigga got extra palms
Extra arms, extra long like an extended song
I could pull a nigga girl like a dresser drawer
And I be killin’ nigga’s girls with they dresses on
And send the order to the bar, I need extra [?]
They say they drink but a nigga say a extra ahh
I’ma like Amario, I get it in, now stretch your jaw

[Outro]
Yeah Trey
Say ahh, ahh

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
Glizzock

Juice WRLD – Jordan Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan

[Verse 1]
I’m like woah, I’m like woah
I want you, yeah you know
That’s for sure, that’s for sure
I seen you at the door
I’m like woah, “who are you?”
You so pretty, yeah you know
I’m like woah, get a clue
Yeah I want you as my own
I’m like woah
I see you ballin’ baby
I see you ballin’ baby
I’m like ayy, I don’t do no talkin’ baby
I’m like ayy, you know you offin’ baby
Yeah you know that you offin’ baby
Yeah you hate me [?]
You know that you so gorgeous
I’ve been [?]
I would tell you the future, but I’m not trying to spoil it

[Chorus]
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
You ballin’, you ballin’ like, ayy
Baby, you ballin’ you ballin’ like, ayy

[Verse 2]
You know, you know you ballin’
Your phone, you know I’m callin’
In love with you, I’m fallin’
I want to give you all me
I’m like woah, you scorin’
You ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
I’m like woah, you gorgeous
I wanna see you in the mornin’
I’m like woah, I wanna hold you in the rain when it’s pourin’
I’m like woah, I wanna take you on the road when I’m tourin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you scorin’, you know that you scorin’
I’m like woah, you know that you’re scorin’
You know that you ballin’, you ballin’ like Jordan
Wanna see you in the mornin’
You know that [?] take on tour
I wanna see you in the mornin’
You are so gorgeous

[Outro]
I’m like woah
I’m like woah, ayy
I can’t let you go
I’ma hold you close, ayy, ayy
I’m like woah

BlocBoy JB – Woah Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, I just went to-
Ha (and I’m in that motherfucker fly)
Yeah (hold up, with the [?] gon’ die)
Aye (pull up with the bitch right now)
Mm (she gon’ suck me, pacifier)
Yeah (I don’t even, I don’t even, hold up)
Oof (yeah, yeah, yeah, aye)
Damn, Denaro

[Verse 1]
I got them keys like Alicia (Alicia)
Your bitch on my side just like a beeper (word)
I be fuckin’ on a skeezer (huh)
Aye, bitch, I smoke indica, I don’t do sativa (gas)
Fuck on your bitch on the first night I meet her (I meet her)
One thing I hate is to follow the leader (that’s on my momma)
Plenty hoes in the mall, I’m a cheater (yeah)
Rock and roll with your bitch, I’m the Beatles (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Verse 2]
I’m lyrical, I load the Glock while I’m eatin’ my cereal
Check out the Gucci and Louis material
You spent your backends at Superior (huh)
That’s what it cost to purchase my interior (yeah)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show
Play with me, bitch, I’ma light your (brr)
Load up- load up the Glocks, Dracos, and them .40s
Shoot from the line like I’m Jordan (swish)
You- you on that line like you snortin’, aye (that blow)
That’s why you feel so important (I know)
So many Glocks, need an endorsement (woah)
Might get the G on my face (space)
Sp-sp-speakin’ of Gs, I’m a Grape (Crip)
Bl-Bl-BlocBoy JB be the great (Crip, Crip)
Bitch, I teach lessons, so who is you testin’?
My gun don’t make noise, I call for compression
Soft like ranch dressing, I’m fly like the Jetsons
You went to jail and you made a confession
Ooh, you told (yeah)
Why would you tell on your bros? (Huh)
We at- we at your door like Jehov’ (word)
Strap your legs up, tie ’em up like Girbauds (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)
Woah, woah (woah, ha), woah, woah (woah, ha)
Woah, woah (woah), woah, woah (woah)

[Outro]
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (light show)
Ice cold, BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (that’s on my momma)
Ice cold (word), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (word, word)
Ice cold (huh), BlocBoy JB, I’m a light show (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, woah, Clay, woah

Fetty Wap – Bruce Wayne Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (thank you Fizzle)
Yeah, alright

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

[Verse]
Smash nigga, I just spent 200 on a Audi
A fast car, lock in 12, speedin’ on the highway
Gang with me, fuck opps, we gon’ do this our way
Playin’ with me? We gon’ breeze through his driveway
Hangin with me, rollin’ weed like it’s Friday
Doors on my car, they go up, they go sideways
Bon Appetit, let me eat, let me eat
Let a nigga know, is it beef, is it beef
Somethin’ in the air, Batman in the streets
Jordan 14’s, Batman on my feet
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, stock’s up, come and see
I put diamonds on my neck, and my watch cost a fee, yeah

[Chorus]
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay
Money keep flippin’ all the time, all the time, ay
Bitch I’m Bruce Wayne, I keep money on my mind
Countin’ up, if you up, then it’s fine, then it’s fine, ay
Smash on these niggas, you can’t take it when you die, ay

Juice WRLD – Naruto lyrics

[Chorus]
Her face is never matching her persona, yeah
I mix Xanax with the strongest marijuana, yeah
You want problems sorrow, we’re the problem solvers, yeah
I got six shots in this gun, it’s a revolver, yeah
Dye my hair on that bullshit, like Rodman
I’m like Jordan, you ball like Craig Harchess, yeah
Feel like Drake ’cause I started from the bottom
I keep two magnums, a gun in a condo

[Verse 1]
Wait they tryna set me up, huh
But they can’t set me up, huh
My guns a sprinkling the system
Pull up to the block and wet it up
I’m on the ground off the ‘Xannys and Perkies
I need a pick me up huh
I got so drunk last night bro had to come pick me up, yeah
Swerve on a highway huh, live in a highway, huh
She fuck her friend for a night, huh
She go the bi way, huh
She got the molly and champagne
Told her to bring that shit my way, huh
We couldn’t make to the house
She sucked me in the driveway, huh
I never gave her the runaround
Imma always keep a gun around
He don’t mind, he block the sun around
Ball like the OKC Thunder round
Hennessey, I need a couple rounds
Moving no wor,k I got hella pounds
Fuck up a cheque, I got hella band
Bandana homie like Taliban
Motorola, Motorola ’cause I love my trap phone
Feel like Batman without Robin cause I keep a bad phone
I’ve been trapping in the basement even when my mum home
Sorry, mama, I gotta keep the fucking lights on, ey

[Chorus]
Her face is never matching her persona, yeah
I mix Xanax with the strongest marijuana, yeah
You want problems sorrow, we’re the problem solvers, yeah
I got six shots in this gun, it’s a revolver, yeah
Dye my hair on that bullshit, like Rodman
I’m like Jordan, you ball like Craig Harchess, yeah
Feel like Drake ’cause I started from the bottom
I keep two magnums, a gun in a condo

[Verse 2]
I keep two guns, I keep two cups
I had to lose her, it was too much to say I don’t care
Could give two fucks
Remember when she topped me on my tour bus
Throw ‘Xannys in the crowd to make the tour bus
She got a model body, that bitch gorgeous
We run up on the spot and shoot from the floor up
Now you tore up, bitch you tore up, ey

[Chorus]
Her face is never matching her persona, yeah
I mix Xanax with the strongest marijuana, yeah
You want problems sorrow, we’re the problem solvers, yeah
I got six shots in this gun, it’s a revolver, yeah
Dye my hair on that bullshit, like Rodman
I’m like Jordan, you ball like Craig Harchess, yeah
Feel like Drake ’cause I started from the bottom
I keep two magnums, a gun in a condo

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Weak Days (SZA Weeknd Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I got a girl
But you still want me
Why you want me if I got a girl
The feeling is wrong
But wrong feels so right now
And I been being to nice yeah
And I just missed my flight yeah
And I was with my side girl

[Chorus]
This weekend
And I just do my wife for the week day
Make you feel alright every week day
But she want Thursday Friday
Saturday and Sunday
Yeah everyday to her’s a week day
Make you feel alright every week day
Or make you loose your mind on the week day
She want Thursday Friday
Saturday and Sunday
Yeah everyday to her’s a

[Verse 2]
Look
I ain’t a player I’m just saying when a
Player nigga really be scorin’
And when I play it be something like Jordan
Yeah
Maybe because I got 6 rings on
Lil bitch this ain’t no mother fucking theme song
You know I pop pills [?]
I know they wanna catch me slipping
But it ain’t worth it
And I be tranna do it all
But I ain’t perfect
And I don’t want no goofy niggas in my damn circle
Fuck it ima quit rapping if the band working
And even though I been rolling with the same niggas
I started noticing I ain’t the same nigga
I started wearing more watches wearing more rings nigga
Yeah shoot out the money can’t really change niggas
Yeah, and I come through Christians on my feet
Girl we gonna leave together
And I know you gonna keep it G who you gonna need forever
Girl you know that I get a lotta
Money but that’s nothing
Girl you know how I feel about ya
It’s hard to show you that I care about ya
If it come down to it I’ll probably do a drill ’bout ya

[Outro]
Mm
Mm mm mm mm

Lawrence Rothman – Jordan lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve lived long enough
Long enough in shame
Long enough
Long enough in shame

[Verse 1]
I live in a world that I’m not a boy or girl
I’m not alone, not human or animal
Truly would you die for me, die for me?
You know I’d die for you
Sorry, never thought I’d fall in love with my best friend

[Chorus]
After everything you’ve done
I know I’m the only one
Who’s bad for me, bad for me, bad for me

[Verse 2]
You crash into my vision like a spirit with no latitude
No need to understand anything as long as I do
For the life of me, life of me, life of me
I chose to care for you
Kinda always knew I’d found love with my best friend, Jordan

[Chorus]
After everything you’ve done
I know I’m not the only one
Who’s bad for me, bad for me, bad for me
There’s nothing left to say
There’s no blood left in my veins
‘Cause I’m bad for me, I’m bad for me, so bad for me

[Outro]
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
Long enough in shame, long enough in shame
I’ve lived long enough in shame, long enough in shame, long enough in shame
Jordan (x4)

03 Greedo – Mafia Business lyrics

[Chorus]
You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin’ ’bout my work but its not your business
You ain’t about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain’t part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon’ give my niggas the business

[Verse]
I don’t have a dime I just keep it look
Bitch I’m broke why you mad?
Get that money out your ass
Open your eyes you is not her
I won’t give a bitch a bag
Got a go call [?]
’cause I’m walking with a limp that don’t mean I pimp
Man I hope she ain’t mad I am not him

Ray, hes my nigga he say we ain’t shit
Tryna do it for a nigga that we can’t forget

Run my life up in the sack don’t feel the same without my nigga here
We jump in the same gang for a 100 years
Man I swear I haven’t cried in 100 years
Last night a nigga cried about 100 tears
Tell the hoes I need 40
Tell them all I want 40
You can be broke like you Nike boomer Jordan
Man I swear without my Ray, my life’s boring

Got a gold bank, got a gold check
Gotta keep it mafia with all the hoes

I was about to hit my Ricky
Pulling up in the 50
I was swerving through the traffic
Rollin’ but then I had to pass it
We been breaking down that backwood
I’ve been into selling that good
If you with me then you’re that good
Yeah yeah

[Chorus]
You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin’ ’bout my work but its not your business
You ain’t about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain’t part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon’ give my my nigga the buisness
[Chorus]
You gonna make me put you in a suit and tie
Steady speakin’ ’bout my work but its not your business
You ain’t about no business
Some niggas talk like bitches
You ain’t part of the mafia
And its hard to keep it mafia
We got a lots of niggas, mafia
We gon’ give my nigga the buisness