Rich The Kid – Stuck Together Lyrics

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[Intro]
(DY Krazy)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Lil Baby]
The money get stuck together (Stuck)
My bitch, she bad as ever (She bad)
My niggas, they rich forever (They rich)
Better go get your shit together (Woo)
I get racks, I need more, I ain’t sellin’
Get a pack, then I’m pushin’ and pedalin’
I ain’t fuckin’ with him, he irrelevant
If she give me the, I ain’t tellin’ it

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Lil Baby]
When I first met Lil Baby, he was trappin’ it (Trap)
Bust down wrist came from Elliot (Elliot)
I crash in the pussy like an accident (Crash)
Went and copped the Lam’ and I matted it (Skrrt)
Bustdown AP ‘012
Used to buy bags from a hotel
He ain’t gettin’ back shit, nigga, oh well
In the 6, nigga rich, eatin’ oxtail
Walking off on the plug, he do wholesale (Wholesale)
My nigga caught a lil’ charge, he got no bail (No bail)
He rich, tryna chop down the opps still
Wanna see my niggas touch a whole mil’
I’m a rich nigga now, I did somethin’ right
Overbooked, I did four shows one night
Back to back, that’s eight hundred, two nights
Big jet, I had to take a shower on the flight
Big jet
No little bag, got a big check (Woo)
She get a bag when she upset (Upset)
You fell in love, you ain’t fuck yet (Hah)
Overbooked (Overbooked)
I want your bitch, then she gettin’ took
I stack up my money like old books (Old books)
Callin’ my phone, but it’s off the hook (Beep)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Lil Baby]
The money get stuck together (Stuck)
My bitch, she bad as ever (She bad)
My niggas, they rich forever (They rich)
Better go get your shit together (Woo)
I get racks, I need more, I ain’t sellin’
Get a pack, then I’m pushin’ and pedalin’
I ain’t fuckin’ with him, he irrelevant
If she give me the, I ain’t tellin’ it

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
Callin’ my phone, get the operator (Woo)
Why these nigga keep hating? Can’t stop the paper (Can’t stop the paper)
Why my bitch is so bad with no makeup? (Bad)
Why she suckin’ my dick every time I wake up? (Woo)
I got racks, I need more, I can’t settle (Can’t settle)
I’m too booked, you can’t fit on the schedule (The schedule)
I’m the boss, you can’t get on my level (Go)
When she suck it, I still wanna pet her (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Lil Baby]
The money get stuck together (Stuck)
My bitch, she bad as ever (She bad)
My niggas, they rich forever (They rich)
Better go get your shit together (Woo)
I get racks, I need more, I ain’t sellin’
Get a pack, then I’m pushin’ and pedalin’
I ain’t fuckin’ with him, he irrelevant
If she give me the, I ain’t tellin’ it

Marlo – 4 Season Lyrics

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 1]
Made a couple mil selling work, you know a nigga been signed to the streets, dawg (Streets, dawg)
Plannin’ bricks all day, yeah, shooter, street nigga with some paper
Sellin’ them bales by the acres, nigga whippin’ that dope like a slave, yeah
I’m on the top floor, I feel like I’m Pablo, got birds out the bando (Bando, bando)
I feel like a migo, I’m servin’ up people, my real name is Chico
I’m dodging the RICO, QC is the label
I f**k with the Migos, I f**k with Lil Baby, I been gettin’ them big boats
I been here in my city, girl, fly me some titties, let me see that you with it, girl

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

[Verse 2]
Top floor, penthouse, naked, kickin’ shit, knowing that I’m rich now (That I’m rich now)
Nigga, f**k a nigga’s bitch now, hell naw I’m doin’ sit downs (Sit downs)
Twenty-four like the Waffle House (Waffle House), got the bricks going out now (In and out now)
Been in these streets all day, dawg, still ridin’ ’round with my K, dawg
PFK, we don’t play, dawg, shots to the back like Ricky (Ricky)
[?], nigga with the fitted, Chanaynay drip, I’m all in it (Chanel)
Givenchy, come and kick it, my pimpin’
Got the D’ussé, bitches sippin’ Henny

[Chorus]
Top floor, penthouse, now I’m sleeping at the Four Feasons (Four Seasons)
Yeah, now a nigga gettin’ money, now these pussy niggas say they wanna be me (Say they wanna be me)
And I been poppin’ these pills, sippin’ syrup, I done run up a million in the street, dawg (In the street, dawg)
Niggas say they want smoke, what smoke, that smoke, when its lying in the street drawn (Street drawn)
A nigga gotta keep the heat, dawg, and ya gotta keep the heat, dawg (Keep the heat, dawg)
Tripple [?], Balenciaga, make ya hard to run from the motherf**kin’ third [?] down, yeah
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)
Top floor, cookin’ work, gotta meet me at the Four Seasons, yeah (At the Four Seasons)

Lil Baby – Out the Mud Lyrics

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[Intro: Future]
Cook that shit up, Quay
Lil Baby, Lil Baby, Lil Baby
I’ve been riding around, yeah, hundred times around

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I been riding ’round in rental cars, tryna lay low
I’m a real Soulja Boy, I really play with Dracos
Fuck the whole gang, I’m out the hood, then put ’em on a payroll
Having flashbacks of hittin’ the red with the K-roll (Bow, bow)
She just had a baby for me, so I paid to get her makeover (Makeover)
I was being calm, it’s like it’s there for me to takeover (Takeover)
180 on the Range Rover, 400 on a road show (Wow)
300 on a G-Wagon (Wow), I’m a big dog, you can add it up
Something wrong with him, he ain’t add it up
We laugh at them, they mad at us
It’s a home run, I’m batter up
My earrings like baseballs
Clout-chasers, I hate y’all
I don’t see people like Ray Charles
Where I’m from, we don’t do fraud
You’re a kingpin or a taker (Woah)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Future]
I just bought a bust down, can’t wait to hold it up (Hold it up)
All these Percs won’t stay down, I keep on throwing up (Throwing up)
Youngin ain’t gon’ play with him, he did it off of love (Yeah)
I feel like it’s different when you got it out the mud
I just bought a bust down, can’t wait to hold it up (Yeah)
All these Percs won’t stay down, I keep on throwing up (Yeah)
Youngin ain’t gon’ play with him, he did it off of love (Racks)
I feel like it’s different when you got it out the mud

[Verse 2: Future]
Street love nigga, street niggas call me Pluto
Really I’m a trap nigga, I can wrap a kilo (Yeah)
Sippin’ sizzurp (Yeah), took me number one, no promo (Yeah)
I’m in spaceships (Yeah), I’m the boss on a new low (Yeah, yeah)
Huh, I’m in the Phantom with the stars, feel like Fabo (Yeah)
Huh, I got million dollar stars on my payroll (Huh, yeah)
I feel like you different once you make it out the mud (Yeah)
Got a brand new Richard, I can’t wait to hold it up
VV cut it up, got new baguettes in it, cut it up (Ooh)
One (Crrt) call, that’s all (Brrt) pu-pullin’ up (Ooh)
It’s bad, make a bad-bad bitch call up and quit her job (Yeah)
Where I’m from, you either gotta murder, if you make it out you a God (God)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I just bought a bust down, can’t wait to hold it up (Hold it up)
All these Percs won’t stay down, I keep on throwing up (Yeah)
Youngin ain’t gon’ play with him, he did it off of love (Off of love)
I feel like it’s different when you got it out the mud (Yeah)
I just bought a bust down, can’t wait to hold it up (Yeah)
All these Percs won’t stay down, I keep on throwing up (Yeah)
Youngin ain’t gon’ play with him, he did it off of love (Off of love)
I feel like it’s different when you got it out the mud (Out the mud)

[Outro: Future]
Got the plug
After what you did for me, get it out the mud
Youngin ain’t gon’ play with him, he did it off of love
I just bought a bust down, can’t wait to hold it up

Young Thug – Slimed In Lyrics

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought?
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 1: Nechie]
Fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?), we won’t walk (we won’t walk)
Take ’em down, knock ’em off (knock ’em off)
Yeah my slimes wit me, I was born tinted
You can see who in it, presidential limit
You can see we winnin’, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
I put VVS’ in my mouth (in my mouth)
Straight out the south (out the south), I got clout
I’m with chain gang, now I’m out (now I’m out)
You ain’t gang gang gang, take ’em out (take ’em out)
I got gang for a lane, fuck you thought?
Bitch I’m slicker than a muh, get it out the soil
Insane with them cutters, who want war with the boy?

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in Balmain, it didn’t cost a thing
I’m not 2 Chainz, I got forty (I got forty)
I bust your brain, since we speakin’ of brain
Make your hoe give brain then get lost (then get lost)
I paint her face, you can call me Cozy
Fuck a Ric Flair, I got 70 Rollies
I rock big [checks?], Chinchilla minks, when she cozy
You ain’t gang gang gang gang gang, why you talkin’?
I bought 20 cars for every year that I was walkin’
Made her get an abortion, she ain’t nothing but a thottie
And I got way better bitches ’round I can lock in, I’m still bossin’

[Chorus: Nechie]
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off
What’s your kind then, yeah my slimes in
All these diamonds, fuck you thought? (fuck you thought?)
Wipe your nose clean, fuck your whole team
We don’t spare a thing, knock ’em off

[Verse 3: Nechie]
Nechie slang slang slang, ain’t gon waste no time
Boy you ain’t my kind, I get cheese, you drop dimes
Prezi diamonds on my wrist, my neck, my ear (yeah)
Nechie Houdini, I make him disappear (oh yeah)
Get you knocked out (nah), cut the top out (off)
Fuck twelve, yeah we smashin’ on a cop car (cop car)
I’m out on bail sippin’ clean, yeah that real raw (raw)
I’m a thug, I don’t give no damn about no DA or no judge
I get it out the mud (yeah yeah)
Step off in your club and throw a dub (yeah yeah)
Give ’em hell (hell), I might call Lil Baby for a bale, don’t need no scale (scale)
Southside, youngin’ on my side on the mayor

Lil Yachty – GET MONEY BROS. lyrics

(feat. Tee Grizzley)

[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Burn his ass out like a skillet (woo)
All that shit talking online gon’ and kill it (woo)
Throw them legs up and I promise I’ll drill it (woo)
Whip wasn’t high enough, I told ’em lift it
Check wasn’t high enough, I told ’em lift it (woo)
Bought bro a Rollie ’cause my brother gifted
That pussy pretty but I still gotta sniff it
Whole team got chains on, I call that certificate (uh, ooh)
Where your money lil’ nigga?
Wearin’ 10 chains don’t make your diamonds bigger (no)
Look at my ring, that’s a 80
Fuck a V Live when I’m bored wit’ Lil Baby
Born in ’97 my bitch from the 80s (whoo)
She drive a young nigga crazy

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I’m from Detroit between Evergreen and Southfield Road (we come up off the freeway)
Money long as 6 mile, fuck nigga, but you know I’m so Joy Road (Joy Road)
Shit I seen in my hood made me the type to sneak into awards with my pole (brraa, brraa)
3 million, I got that in cash, 400K, got that in gold (got that in gold)
Crib came with a sauna (crib came with the sauna)
Beam came on the MAC (beam came on the bow!)
200 miles a hour (skrr skrr), this a Hellcat not a Scat (skrr skrr)
We ain’t cosignin’ no rats, talkin’ to the cops only time these niggas state facts (only time these niggas state facts)
Leave a nigga brains in his lap, he was driving, chopper put him in the back (brraaa)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
We the young niggas gettin’ money, yeah
Everybody ’round us gettin’ money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin’, yeah
VVS diamonds so stunnin’, yeah (bling)
A bitch nigga mad, well, so? (so?, yeah, ayy)
We the fuckin’ get money bros (get money)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Gotta get guap, gotta get it
Used to ride ’round baggin’ hoes in a Civic
Now I pick and choose, I’m super specific
Shawty slurp nut like a Blueberry Mistic (ew)
Uhhhh, watch where you steppin’
Bang what you bang, nigga, rep what you reppin’
Don’t you dare ever dap me with yo’ left hand
Respect my pimpin’, I’m ballin’ like I’m Pippen

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
My Uber actin’ so janky right now, bro come pick yo’ bitch up (my shit ain’t workin’)
You pull up on tip, I’ma headshot you, then gotta pick yo’ shit up (boom, boom)
My diamonds so white, I was whippin’ the dope, almost got it mixed up (skrr skrr)
I shaved off my firin’ pin, it was one shot, now it got the hiccups (b-boom, boom, boom)

[Chrous: Lil Yachty]
We the young niggas gettin’ money, yeah
Everybody ’round us gettin’ money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin’, yeah
VVS diamonds so stunnin’, yeah
A bitch nigga mad, well, so? (huh, yeah, ayy)
We the fuckin’ get money bros

Lil Yachty – FWM lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ real deep, pussy nigga, and I’m too good
AK, no carbon fiber, bitch real wood
Know some young niggas, turned rich and is still hood
Hop out the whip, get a glimpse of my new bitch
White X6 M with a boost kit
Playin’ wit’ the guap, that’ll get your ends split
Used to be broke, eatin’ jelly sandwich with the crust cut off
Pump with the sawed-off

[Chorus]
Niggas around me go commando, yeah
Boat and two hoes in a Lambo, yeah (uh!)
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can’t go, yeah
Bitch tell your friend, “Step it up” (whoo)
Ain’t no raw, bitch, we gon’ wrap it up (no)
Pole game, tryna run it up (yeah)
Lock safe like a Brink’s truck (huh)
Fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, yeah
Yo’ bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, (whoo)
Clip on the hip like it’s stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah (ooh)
Ridin’ ’round town, drop top wit’ your sister
Make her suck dick ’til her lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
Young nigga ball like a Sixer (bitch)

[Verse 2]
Young ass nigga, I don’t even drink liquor
I don’t even pull up to the mixer (nah)
I don’t even want to fuck the vixen (huh)
I do, but I know she gon’ tell (huh)
Hit from the back, her chain hit the headboard (ding)
It sound like a bell (bitch)
Pussy nigga I repel, real niggas don’t take Ls
Hop in the Bentley, the Maybach, the G-Wagon, nigga whatever (yeah)
Glockety tucked in the sweater, Osiris gon’ pop it wherever (yeah)
Pellz gon’ pop it wherever, Lil Baby gon’ pop it wherever
Stay out the mix, stay wit’ a bitch in the whip (skrr)
Hellcat hit a flip (skrr), up it up wit’ a chip (skrr skrr)
Bitch nigga don’t you send for me (nah) unless the check got an M for me (yeah)
Write it out to my industry (yeah), the bitch lace front incomplete
These niggas loco, hang wit’ the cops, you McFogell
Bitch nigga I am a mogul

[Chorus]
Niggas around me go commando, yeah
Ballin’ two hoes in a Lambo, yeah (uh!)
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can’t go, yeah
Bitch tell your friend, “Step it up” (whoo)
Ain’t no raw, bitch, we gon’ wrap it up (no)
Pole game, tryna run it up (yeah)
Lock safe like a Brink’s truck (huh)
Fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, yeah
Yo’ bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, (whoo)
Clip on the hip like it’s stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah (ooh)
Ridin’ ’round town, drop top wit’ your sister
Make her suck dick ’til her lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
Young nigga ball like a Sixer (bitch)

[Outro]
Run it up
Pussy
Yeah
Whoo!

Lil Yachty – NBAYOUNGBOAT lyrics

(feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Lil Yachty]
Wop, skrt
Skrt skrt
Wop, wop
Skrt skrt, skrt skrt
I don’t know what you take me for ho
Wop, wop
I ain’t goin’ for it
Wop

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Young nigga, rich nigga, I’m a bad bitch getter
Fuck nigga, hoe nigga, I don’t fuck with broke niggas
Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga
You ain’t know, now you know, nigga, Hi-tec pour a four, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Bitch roll me my sack before I come in
80 thousand dollars plus a jet on a backend
Twenty twin twins finna get plucked like a chicken
Brother locked up, he spent much time in the kitchen
We ain’t really with none of that pretendin’ and shit (pretendin’ and shit)
I got six Catholic hoes in here sinnin’ and shit (sinnin’ and shit)
Pour that shit up, bust it down (hoo)
Bought a new crib, it got several amenities (gang)
You gon’ get shot like the Kennedys (yeah)
Fuckin’ with Lil Boat and YB (doot, pew)

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Carbine it sound like a dump truck (trraaa)
Soon as I up, he gon’ back up (boom boom)
She wanna fuck, I’ma smash her (smash)
He want a verse, I’ma tax him (I’ma tax him)
Say you want smoke, it ain’t ’bout nothing
I know that nigga ain’t ’bout nothing (he ain’t ’bout it)
Bring out the boat when the flood coming
Strapped with a TEC when you pull up on me

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
I’m with the .38 baby, my neck see more water than the Navy (gang)
I was finna fuck your bitch, my nigga then I got lazy (ugh)
I saw your new watch, that shit cool but my shit crazy
Canary yellow diamonds in my mouth like I bit a daisy (yeah)
I’m with Lil Baby yeah, keep a .380, yeah (pew pew)
I’m with big Slime, yeah you know we goin’ brazy, yeah (slatt)

[Verse 5: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
17 with four babies, yeah
Lotta money, know they hate me, yeah
One on four, they try to play me, yeah
Shoot his ass right up in here (pew pew, pew pew)
Diamonds, they shine like a headlight (shine)
I keep that lil’ bitch if her head right
I’ma lay up and fuck on her every night (every night)
When I’m leavin’ I’m headin’ straight to the flight (no)
Got a tiger but no I’m not Mike Tyson (Mike Tyson)
Scuff in the club like Fight Night (Fight Night)
I make that lil’ ho act right (act right)
I tell that bitch fuck up my sack right (bitch)

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Put that lil bitch on a Spirit flight (gang)
Return her next to me one night (nyoom)
We running and ducking from squad lights (hoo)I got 32 shots in the gun fight
These niggas sweet like a honey bun (sweet)
Don’t worry ’bout where my money from
At the crib, on the couch, we got huntin’ guns (doot)
Dissect his hand from his other arm (doot, doot, doot)
Young nigga, rich nigga, I’m a big bag getter (woo)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, never met a real nigga (bitch)
Never had six figures, my bitch do tricks nigga
I go by Lil Boat and I’m coolin’ with some real hittas (gang)
Whip on the wrist, that’s a brick on the fist, nigga
No light needed for this chain, it’s gon’ glist nigga (yeah)
VS, one stone, that shit not far from flawless
Fuck a pretty bitch, nigga, my money gorgeous, bitch (Lil Boat)

Lil Baby – Life Goes On lyrics

(feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Trap house, Jeep goes too fast
I don’t even wear no seatbelt (seatbelt)
Bad lil’ bitch got no breasts (no breasts)
Upgrade, now she got D-cups (D-cups)
Hop out the Range, I’m blowin’ (blowin’)
Who is Lil Baby? He goin’ in (goin’ in)
Man these old rappers gettin’ borin’ (borin’)
They be takin’ shots, I ignore them (ignore them)
Send them packs to the hood while I’m tourin’ (tourin’)
Makin’ plays out of town like I’m Jordan (scorin’)
Need to go get your ho ’cause she whorin’ (scorin’)
If her ball come my way I’ma score it (scorin’)
Lamborghini, I don’t want no Porsches (Porsches)
I’m on fire, don’t touch me, I’m torchin’ (torchin’)
Had to fix all my teeth, I went porcelain (porcelain)
Put the town on my back, I’m a [?]
One more year, I’ma make it to Forbes’ List (Forbes’ List)
They love me in the Bay like E-40 (40)
I be sittin’ exotic on Moreland (Moreland)
Ain’t no strings attached, keepin’ it cordless (cordless)
She keep callin’, but I keep ignorin’ it
Ain’t no stoppin’, I’m keepin’ it [?]
Man these niggas can’t stop me, I’m goin’ in
Man these niggas can’t stop me, I’m goin’ in

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)
I’m like, “Baby, I know I’m wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas’d be happy if I let you go (oh no, no)”
Got me walkin’ on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)
I’m like, “Baby, I know I’m wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas’d be happy if I let you go (let you go)”
Got me walkin’ on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Tryna spend a whole M on some clothes (clothes)
Got a bonus, I sold out a show (show)
Gunna hot like a pot on the stove
Yellow AP on all of my hoes (hoes)
I like when that white on her toes
Picture me ridin’ around in that Rolls
I put some ice on my wrist, it was swole
I ain’t got time to lay up with you hoes (hoes)
All of these drugs in my body
I gotta pay somebody keep checkin’ my pulse
Walk in the club with no [?] money
They swing on the pole (pole)
Water on me like Dasani
I shine when it’s sunny, this Platinum in Rolls
Gunna Gunna out the streets
When I go to DC I’ma fuck with Lil Mo

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)
I’m like, “Baby, I know I’m wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas’d be happy if I let you go (oh no, no)”
Got me walkin’ on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)
I’m like, “Baby, I know I’m wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas’d be happy if I let you go (let you go)”
Got me walkin’ on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes (yeah)
I can switch my girls up the same way that I change my clothes (okay)
Man it’s crazy, all blue backend in the envelope (let’s get it)
And you know I’m never lackin’, gotta [?] this traffic
Water, water, water on my Patek (woah), it’s automatic
I drink water when I’m fastin’ (water), you’s a has-been
They would love me in a casket, I can’t have it
Boy I’m far from average, better wait your turn, better get it right

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)
I’m like, “Baby, I know I’m wrong, but this just how life goes (how life goes)
And I know these niggas’d be happy if I let you go (oh no, no)”
Got me walkin’ on a thin line, on my tippy toes (tippy toes)
Man this shit crazy, different city with some different hoes, here we go
Every time the pack get gone, I get another load (‘nother load)
My main bitch tryna leave me ‘lone ’cause I fucked another ho (‘nother ho)

[Outro: Gunna]
Tryna spend a whole M on some clothes (clothes)
Got a bonus, I sold out a show (show)
Gunna hot like a pot on the stove
Yellow AP on all of my hoes (hoes)
I like when that white on her toes
Picture me ridin’ around in that Rolls
I put some ice on my wrist, it was swole
Still ain’t got time to lay up with you hoes (hoes)

Lil Baby – Yes Indeed lyrics

(feat. Drake)

[Intro: Drake & Future]
Yeah
Wheezy out of here

[Verse 1: Drake]
The dash, it’s digi’, the schedule busy
My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
My cousins are crazy, my cousins like Boogie
Life is amazin’, it is what it should be
Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie
I tell her, “look up” ’cause it’s snowin’ in Tootsie’s
Booked for three years, man you can’t even book me
It’s me and Lil Baby, this shit goin’ crazy
Wheezy produced it and Weezy F. made me
And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes
Young Money Records, the Army, the Navy
They ran me ten thousand, I threw it like Brady
The foreign is yellow like Tracee and K.D
I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me
Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie
When I started out, I just took what they gave me
Did all the favors, they never repaid me
It worked in my favor, ’cause nobody saved me

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch please
Soon as I nut, you can gon’ leave
Got M’s in the bank, like “yes, indeed”

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Cartier glasses, I won’t even peek at you
Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu
I got ’em waitin’ and watchin’ what he gon’ do
Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves
$2,500 for a new pair of tennis shoes
The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you
Lawyer been chargin’, he a Jewish like he voodoo
Real dope boy, hundred thousand in Evisu
Presidential tints slide by, we don’t see you
I been gettin’ money, I ain’t worried ’bout what he do
I’m gettin’ money like I’m from the ’80s
Me and Drake ’bout to drop man, this shit gon’ go crazy
They know I’m the truth, comin’ straight from the basement
I’m straight as the street, man I come from the pavement
A million, all hundreds, it make em ‘go crazy
Wah-wah-wah, bitch I’m Lil Baby

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch please
Soon as I nut, you can gon’ leave
Got M’s in the bank, like yes indeed
Me and my dawgs goin’ all the way
When you livin’ like this, they supposed to hate
Brand new whip got no keys
Tailor my clothes, no starch please
Soon as I nut, you can gon’ leave
Got M’s in the bank, like yes indeed
Me and my dawgs going all the way
When you livin’ like this, they supposed to hate

Lil Baby – Pikachu (No Keys) (feat. Drake) lyrics

[Intro: Drake & Future]
Yeah, 6IX
Wheezy out of here

[Verse 1: Drake]
The dash, it’s digital, the schedule busy
My head in a hoodie, my shorty a goodie
My cousins are crazy, my Cousins like Boogie
Life is amazin’, it is what it should be
Been here for ten but I feel like a rookie
I tell her, “look up” ’cause it’s snowin’ in Tootsie’s
Booked for three years, now man can’t even book me
It’s me and Lil Baby, this shit goin’ crazy
Wheezy produced it and Weezy F made me
And she held it down, so she got a Mercedes
Young Money Records, the Army, the Navy
They ran me ten thousand, I threw it like Brady
The foreign is yellow like Tracee and KD
I trusted my niggas, they never betrayed me
Met all these niggas, they sweeter than Sadie
When I started out, I just took what they gave me
Did all the favors, they never repayed me
It worked in my favor, ’cause nobody saved me

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand new whip got no keys
Ten on my clothes no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can go and leave
Got M’s in the bank, like yes indeed

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Cartier glasses, I won’t even peek at you
Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu
I got ’em waiting and watching what he gon’ do
Tryna peep what I do, tryna steal my moves
Twenty five hundred for a new pair of tennis shoes
The same price, I could make them youngins come and finish you
Lawyer been charging, he Jewish like he voodoo
Best dope boy hundred thousand for the eagle
Presidential tints slide by, we don’t see you
I been getting money, I ain’t worry ’bout what he do
I’m getting money like I’m from the ’80s
Me and Drake ’bout to drop man, this shit gon’ go crazy
They know I’m the truth, coming straight from the basement
I’m straight as the street, man I come from the pavement
The millions and hundreds make em go crazy
Wah wah wah, bitch I’m Lil Baby

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand no whip got no keys
Ten on my clothes no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can go and leave
Got M’s in the bank, like yes indeed

[Post-Chorus: Lil Baby]
Me and my dogs going all the way
When you living like this, they supposed to hate

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Brand no whip got no keys
Ten on my clothes no starch, please
Soon as I nut, you can go and leave
Got M’s in the bank, like yes indeed

[Post-Chorus: Lil Baby]
Me and my dogs going all the way
When you living like this, they supposed to hate

[Outro: Future]
Wheezy out of here

Bhad Bhabie – I Got It lyrics

[Producer Tag]
SMOKESCREEN

[Hook]
It´s really no flex, I got it (I got it)
Six figure checks, I got it (I got it)
These hoes act so psychotic
Like they don’t know I got it (Whats wrong with you?)
50K cash, I got it (I got it)
Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch)
The game on smash, I got it
My hoes won’t last like I did

[Verse 1]
They wanna flex for the clout (Yuh)
Same one that’s counting me out (Yuh)
You bitches just running yo’ mouth
But that ain’t what I’m about (Yah)
I’m running up commas in place
Still stomp a bitch out in my J’s
They took me out of the streets
But I’m still stuck in my ways
Why would I care what you thots would say?
You hoes look like somebody smashed your face
Still see my face, I ain’t got no cake
They showing fake, let them mask the hate
Still stuck on me like some masking tape
I’m fresh to death like I passed away
Can’t stop my hustle, don’t have no brakes
I’m already winning, don’t have to race

[Refrain]
Talk tough, but won’t do shit
I picked up like “Who this?”
They talk down, but so what
I’m bossed up, I’m so lit
I ain’t got friends, I got groupies
Around me for clout, you don’t fool me (You hoe)
I’ve been with this shit, you a newbie
Out with the old, it’s a new me

[Hook]
It´s really no flex, I got it (I got it)
Six figure checks, I got it (I got it)
These hoes act so psychotic
Like they don’t know I got it (Whats wrong with you?)
50K cash, I got it (I got it)
Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch)
The game on smash, I got it
My hoes won’t last like I did

[Interlude]
Got It (Got it, bitch)
Got It (I got it, hoe)
I got it
Got it (Yuh)
Got it
I got it

[Verse 2]
When I get on the road, I need bigger pay (Yuh)
I smell the money from miles away (Yuh)
I don’t own wallets, don’t need a safe
They know me by first name at BOA (Yuh)
I jump on this beat and it’s DOA
Out of my struggle, I found a way
Lost a few homies along the way
But I never needed them anyways
I done lost count of my enemies
Sick and they can’t find a remedy
Bitches be fake as they remy weave
I know they plotting on ending me
Dodging the shit they’ve been sending me (Sending me?)
Guap is the only thing sent to me
Ten-thousand is really a cent to me
Lil Baby keep eyin’,´ she into me
But I ain’t really feeling her energy

[Refrain]
Talk tough, but won’t do shit
I picked up like “Who this?”
They talk down, but so what
I’m bossed up, I’m so lit
I ain’t got friends, I got groupies
Around me for clout, you don’t fool me
I’ve been with this shit, you a newbie (Weird ass hoe)
Out with the old, it’s a new me

[Hook]
It´s really no flex, I got it (I got it)
Six figure checks I got it (I got it)
These hoes act so psychotic
Like they don’t know I got it (Whats wrong with you?)
50K cash, I got it (I got it)
Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (I got it, bitch)
The game on smash, I got it
My hoes won’t last like I did

[Outro]
Got It (Got it, bitch)
Got It (Bitch)
I got it
Got it (Yuh)
Got it
I got it (Bitch)
We gon´ smash your party

Lil Durk – How I Know (feat. Lil Baby)

[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
How I know if you die for me?
Know if you shoot for me?
How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah
How I know you won’t steal from me?
Know you won’t kill for me?
I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah
How I know you won’t turn on me?
Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah
How I know you won’t die for me?
Know you will ride for me, just don’t ever lie to me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Thought I’d never see the day that you would switch up
Ain’t no hard feelings, I’m wishing you good luck
I can’t lie, I miss your touch, you got that good love
I put diamonds on your hand, don’t hold your fist up
How I know if I get jammed you gon’ keep it real?
How you gon’ say that I ain’t solid, I ain’t ever squealed
If I die today give it to my son, ain’t writin’ no will
All these thoughts inside my head, it got me poppin’ pills
Runnin’ with my steel, there’s some niggas in the rear
If they get they chance they will
But I ain’t worried, I’m gon’ kill
I’m gon’ drill every one of them
We gon’ kill every one of them

[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
How I know if you die for me?
Know if you shoot for me?
How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah
How I know you won’t steal from me?
Know you won’t kill for me?
I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah
How I know you won’t turn on me?
Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah
How I know you won’t die for me?
Know you will ride for me, just don’t ever lie to me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
One time to cross out Migo, he gon’ take your life
So I don’t understand how Plies ran off on the plug twice
And you can’t remix none of that lean if it’s not cut right
And you can’t say you super trill ’cause you ain’t cut right
Sex her once then kick her out ’cause I don’t nut twice
The way that A$AP died don’t sit in my gut right
And if we ever find the killer then he must die
And I’m always low on niggas, I don’t trust high
I don’t know if you’ll ride, I don’t know if you gon’ slide
I don’t know want me to die, I don’t know if it’s your pride
And if it is then hide it then
Me and Lil Baby do it for the trenches, we gon’ ride with them

[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
How I know if you die for me?
Know if you shoot for me?
How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah
How I know you won’t steal from me?
Know you won’t kill from me?
I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah
How I know you won’t turn on me?
Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah
How I know you won’t die for me?
Know you will ride for me, just don’t ever lie to me, yeah, yeah

SHERWOOD MARTY – Day In My Hood (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Sherwood Marty]
Stuck in the trenches
(You know we gon win, we do not lose
We goin in, we break all the rules
Can’t trust a friend, keep you a tool
If the police run in, then we make the news)
Sherwood Marty (skrrt skrrt)
That’s a day in my hood
Damn I’m the fresh prince in my hood nigga
Long live Zorilla
Yeah, SOG

[Chorus: Sherwood Marty]
On my knees shootin’ craps (that’s a day in my hood)
Selling P’s out the trap (that’s a day in my hood)
We gon’ be in the trap (’til we livin’ good)
Tryna make it with this rap (and get out the hood)
You know we gon’ win (yeah yeah)
We do not lose (when we in the hood)
We goin’ in (yeah yeah)
We break all the rules (when we in the hood)
Can’t trust a friend (no)
Keep you a tool (when you in the hood)
If the police run in (if the police run in)
Then we make the news (when we in the hood)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I was in the hood shooting dice, probably lost my last dime
12 pulled me over last week, said this my last time
Dracos and them 40’s stacked up, last night we was masked up
We goin’ on the move, they say he got pounds
Well guess what, we takin’ him down
Narcs in the hood tryna say I run a gang
Niggas I used to fuck with, telling hoes they gon’ take my chain
Throwing dirt on my name
Strapped up at my shows, nigga I ain’t no ho
I ain’t backing down, I won’t fold
Every nigga with me on go
They tryna tell me don’t come to the hood, I’m thinking why not?
How the fuck I’ma stay away from the hood and this all I got
It’s like you with me or not, nigga play with me get shot
Give it everything I got, all I needed was a shot

[Chorus: Sherwood Marty]
On my knees shootin’ craps (that’s a day in my hood)
Selling P’s out the trap (that’s a day in my hood)
We gon’ be in the trap (’til we livin’ good)
Tryna make it with this rap (and get out the hood)
You know we gon’ win (yeah yeah)
We do not lose (when we in the hood)
We goin’ in (yeah yeah)
We break all the rules (when we in the hood)
Can’t trust a friend (no)
Keep you a tool (when you in the hood)
If the police run in (if the police run in)
Then we make the news (when we in the hood)

[Verse 2: Sherwood Marty]
I’m back to rapping and running up bands
Trapping and wrapping them packs
I’m the one put the whole hood on my back
I’m the one jumping out black with the MAC
I’m in the Range with Lil Z and we strapped
Four and Lil Flame counting racks in the back
You play and you know they gon’ knock off your hat
Can’t fuck with new niggas, I swear they gon’ rat
I got the hustle
I’m the one locked down the game with the muscle
I’m moving pounds and I do it no struggle
We gon’ get to it, I know we gon’ bubble, yeah yeah
Them niggas hate, I let ’em hate
They can take shots to the face
I fuck with Lil Baby, that nigga go cray
Get to the bag nigga that’s every day
Count up that cash, nigga that’s every day, yeah
I count up that cash and put that in the safe, yeah
I got them plates and you know that we ate
What they gon’ say when I go cop me a Wraith

[Chorus: Sherwood Marty]
On my knees shootin’ craps (that’s a day in my hood)
Selling P’s out the trap (that’s a day in my hood)
We gon’ be in the trap (’til we livin’ good)
Tryna make it with this rap (and get out the hood)
You know we gon’ win (yeah yeah)
We do not lose (when we in the hood)
We goin’ in (yeah yeah)
We break all the rules (when we in the hood)
Can’t trust a friend (no)
Keep you a tool (when you in the hood)
If the police run in (if the police run in)
Then we make the news (when we in the hood)

Gucci Mane & Lil Baby – The Load (feat. Marlo)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Wop

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Well my day startin’ crazy, my pack ain’t fuckin’ make it
The feds investigating, some of my niggas turned fugazi
I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you down for nathin’
El Gato is my code name, don’t ever call me Radric
Crystal coke and crystal meth, so icy entertainment
I’m gangster but I’m famous, bitch I’m armed and I’m dangerous
Diamonds on me blinkin’ mane, fuck what niggas thinkin’ mane
Guwop gon’ keep gettin’ it mane, long as they keep printin’ it mane
Play with me, regret it
This ain’t that synthetic
Y’all boys too pathetic
You don’t got it then go get it
Call tell, I’m connected
El Gato, respect it
Two Asian plugs with hella drugs
Call them Redman and Method

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Fuck the police, that’s the code we honor
Your bitch on my drip, I poured it on her
Diamonds on fleek, I’m cold, pneumonia
Me and Wop sitting at the top
Millionaires out the cell block
I ain’t never gotta sell blocks
When I get bored I buy a new watch
Went to the lot and bought my bitch a drop
Now I’m on fire, I burn a nigga
They ain’t gave me shit, I earned it nigga
Me and Marlo really gettin’ them loads
Ask the streets, everybody know
Spend my show money on clothes
Trap stay bunking, we don’t close
Runnin’ with slime, they’ll wipe your nose
I’m from the gutter, throwing up fours
I’m back on my shit, I’m dripping waterfall
Did a bid, came back, then I brushed it off
Shooters, they gon’ shoot on my command
Pop a nigga noggin like a xan
All I ever needed was a chance
Now I got a whole lot of bands
Now I got a whole lot of fans
Tucking my strap in at my shows
Double Rollies, want a white one, a gold
Never stopping and I’m always on go
In the back of the back, I got the curtains closed
Trap spot, tryna get off the load
I’m like Luda, I been slanging them bows

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Verse 3: Marlo]
I been having a real crazy day, but them packs man I’m gettin’ paid
Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a nigga with a switchblade
I done stayed down with my own, nigga I done came up with my own way
Zone 1 rebel, got more pistols than an arcade
And Marlo is my real name, don’t ever call me rude
Act a fool, and I been a damn gangster with them tools
Young nigga make the rules, break the rules
I been a gangster, I make the news
Do script and pack with Lil Baby food
Goose say we’re goin’ real crazy, ooh
And the load gettin’ real real closer
And I hope the dope just came up out the water
And I put that fish scale in that water
Make it double up and get real real harder
And if it [?] go real real farther, yeah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

Lil Baby – All Of A Sudden (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo]
Ugh ugh ugh
Fed shit
Ayy, gangster shit only nigga
Lil Baby what’s poppin’?
DMac got me too bangin’
All four of my pockets full now

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Lil Baby]
I can’t be totin’ no handguns (Glock)
Unless that bitch come with a thirty (with a thirty)
I can’t be fuckin’ these dog hoes
Unless that bitch come with a buddy (with a friend)
I can’t be drivin’ no regular cars (skrt)
That bitch gotta come with a button (a button)
I was broke like a while back
Now I’m up all of a sudden
I can’t be rappin’ for free, they gotta send me the budget (send me that)
I can’t be fuckin’ these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber (slip in that)
I can’t be rockin’ no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can’t be drinkin’ on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy
I just came home with nothin’ (woo)
Now I’m up all of a sudden (hey)
Now I’m up all of a sudden (hey)
Now I’m up all of a sudden (hey, hey)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Moneybagg, Moneybagg (fuck with it)
I’m in the booth with a money bag
Here go the bricks, where the money at?
Give me a load, I ain’t comin’ back
I make ’em shoot where your stomach at
We gon’ pull up where your mama at
Runnin’ through hoes like a running back
We can fuck but you can’t call this number back
If you knew better, baby you’d do better
I got plenty hoes, call me Hugh Hefner
I’m with MoneyBagg, we went four federal
Four Pockets, Bread Gang, who better?

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo & Lil Baby]
I can’t be totin’ no handguns
Unless that bitch come with a thirty
I can’t be fuckin’ these dog hoes
Unless that bitch come with a buddy
I can’t be drivin’ no regular cars
That bitch gotta come with a button
I was broke like a while back
Now I’m up all of the sudden
I can’t be rappin’ for free, they gotta send me the budget
I can’t be fuckin’ these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber
I can’t be rockin’ no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can’t be drinkin’ on regular soda, all of my cups be muddy

[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
If I said fuck you I meant that
I’m whippin’ this coupe, I ain’t rent that
The shit that you savin’, I spent that
And if you want smoke you can get that
I just want proof of the backend
Any time I fuck her I hit from the back end
I’m pullin’ her hair while I dig in her
She like hold up baby, keep my tracts in
I can’t hit that bitch raw, got a glove on me
I’m in the trap with the drugs one me
I just went bonkers all up, exclusive gang
Fly as fuck like a dove on me
Diamonds wet like a tub on me
Hurricane Harvey, flood on me
Left the spot with a dub on me
Walk in the spot, bitches tug on me

[Chorus: MoneyBagg Yo & Lil Baby]
I can’t be totin’ no handguns
Unless that bitch come with a thirty
I can’t be fuckin’ these dog hoes
Unless that bitch come with a buddy
I can’t be drivin’ no regular cars
That bitch gotta come with a button
I was broke like a while back
Now I’m up all of the sudden
I can’t be rappin’ for free, they gotta send me the budget
I can’t be fuckin’ these hoes raw, I had to slip on a rubber
I can’t be rockin’ no plain jane, both of my watches be flooded
I can’t be drinkin’ on regular soda, all of my kush be muddy
I just came home with nothin’
Now I’m up all of the sudden
Hey, now I’m up all of the sudden, hey
Now I’m up all of the sudden
I just came home with nothin’
Now I’m up all of the sudden
Hey, now I’m up all of the sudden, hey
Now I’m up all of the sudden

Quality Control – The Load Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Wop

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Well my day startin’ crazy, my pack ain’t fuckin’ make it
The feds investigating, some of my niggas turned fugazi
I keep gunners with me lately, they might gun you down for nathin’
El Gato is my code name, don’t ever call me Radric
Crystal coke and crystal meth, so icy entertainment
I’m gangster but I’m famous, bitch I’m armed and I’m dangerous
Diamonds on me blinkin’ mane, fuck what niggas thinkin’ mane
Guwop gon’ keep gettin’ it mane, long as they keep printin’ it mane
Play with me, regret it
This ain’t that synthetic
Y’all boys too pathetic
You don’t got it then go get it
Call tell, I’m connected
El Gato, respect it
Two Asian plugs with hella drugs
Call them Redman and Method

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Fuck the police, that’s the code we honor
Your bitch on my drip, I poured it on her
Diamonds on fleek, I’m cold, pneumonia
Me and Wop sitting at the top
Millionaires out the cell block
I ain’t never gotta sell blocks
When I get bored I buy a new watch
Went to the lot and bought my bitch a drop
Now I’m on fire, I burn a nigga
They ain’t gave me shit, I earned it nigga
Me and Marlo really gettin’ them loads
Ask the streets, everybody know
Spend my show money on clothes
Trap stay bunking, we don’t close
Runnin’ with slime, they’ll wipe your nose
I’m from the gutter, throwing up fours
I’m back on my shit, I’m dripping waterfall
Did a bid, came back, then I brushed it off
Shooters, they gon’ shoot on my command
Pop a nigga noggin like a xan
All I ever needed was a chance
Now I got a whole lot of bands
Now I got a whole lot of fans
Tucking my strap in at my shows
Double Rollies, want a white one, a gold
Never stopping and I’m always on go
In the back of the back, I got the curtains closed
Trap spot, tryna get off the load
I’m like Luda, I been slanging them bows

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

[Verse 3: Marlo]
I been having a real crazy day, but them packs man I’m gettin’ paid
Got G8 on the cell floor, he done poked a nigga with a switchblade
I done stayed down with my own, nigga I done came up with my own way
Zone 1 rebel, got more pistols than an arcade
And Marlo is my real name, don’t ever call me rude
Act a fool, and I been a damn gangster with them tools
Young nigga make the rules, break the rules
I been a gangster, I make the news
Do script and pack with Lil Baby food
Goose say we’re goin’ real crazy, ooh
And the load gettin’ real real closer
And I hope the dope just came up out the water
And I put that fish scale in that water
Make it double up and get real real harder
And if it [?] go real real farther, yeah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
When the load gettin’ closer, hope they don’t pull him over
I know my bows over, sack ’em up and keep the over
Dope weighing over, please don’t weigh it over
It’s losing water rapidly, I whipped it up with soda
Count the money over, and feed the junky sober
Splash the water on it when I lean the pot over
Zone 6 soldier, take your hood over
High grade, upscale, top-notch yola

Lil Baby – My Dawg (Remix) (feat. Quavo, Kodak Black & Moneybagg Yo)

[Intro: Lil Baby]
Cook that shit up Quay
It’s Baby
4 Pockets
Yeah that’s my dawg, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Deja keep on callin’
She say she ready to pull up
As soon as I get there, walk in
I’ma put her in a full nelson
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Quarter million dollars on the Benz
I paid half a million for the coupe
Then I gave a whole ten to my mans
That’s my dawg so I know he gon’ shoot (shoot)
That’s my dawg, nigga who you? (roof)
Eat ’em up, call that dog food
Name one spot we ain’t ran through (spot)
Piss in the trap, that’s what dogs do
My bitch keep callin’ my phone
When I pull up home I put her in a finger fold
I got a trap bitch, tat on her ass, and it say Huncho
I give her the bag and she movin’ fast, she not comin’ home no more
I put your ho on a string for real, she come back like yo-yo
We hit ’em three in a row (smash)
Ice on her neck too froze
That’s my dawg for sure (dawg)
My dawg be strapped to a pole (strap)
No internet blog, no no
No tweets in the streets (no tweets in the streets)
Niggas can’t be beat (no, can’t beat)
So I iced the Phillipe (iced it)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Quavo]
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg (my dawg)
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row (smash)
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row (my dawg)
Deja keep on callin’
She say she ready to pull up
As soon as I get there, walk in
I’ma put her in a full nelson
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you

[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
Soon’s a nigga walk through the door
Put her ass in a finger fold
Bust a nut then poured a four
Pulled off, made her serve at the store
Niggas throwin’ shots, tryna get to me
I ain’t really into Twitter beef
I’ma catch up with you in the streets
I’m tryna run up my M’s for real
I’m tryna run up my M’s
It ain’t no talkin’, ain’t no debatin’
Bust on ’em soon as I see ’em
I did a show and turned up that bitch with a pocket rocket in my Timb’
Haters, I don’t even see ’em
Cash money like I’m Slim
Get your weight up like the gym
Shawty constantly hittin’ up the phone
Sendin’ texts, talkin’ ’bout I’m wrong
Yeah I’m on my way, but I can’t stay
I gotta go home today
I can’t be fuckin’ these hoes in the city
‘Cause they can’t stay in they place
Lil bitch thought she was somewhere outer space
When she looked at the roof in the Wraith

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Deja keep on callin’
She say she ready to pull up
As soon as I get there, walk in
I’ma put her in a full nelson
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
All of my pinkies wet
Diamonds get these bitches wet
Fat knots make a bitch fuck somethin’
Ass shots make a nigga cuff somethin’
One-sixty on my hair, I’m gleaming
Every time that I step I’m bleeding
Craig get behind me, I’m speeding
That’s my dawg so you know we fleeing
Shawty said she got a bone to pick
Who’s this ho I been rollin’ with?
Everybody callin’ her phone and shit
Know me better, I don’t know the bitch
Free my dogs in the cages
I’m a project lil baby
In the projects with Lil Baby
I used to tote three-eighties
Now I tote twelve gauges
Got my Charger whip ajudicated
I’m too smooth baby
Trust me you don’t need to lubricate it
My lil snipers say them niggas be hatin’ ever since you done made it
I don’t know why, ’cause I could’ve bought the Wraith but I bought a new Mercedes
I just bought a new Mercedes, but I could’ve bought the Wraith
‘Cause I gotta feed my family, make sure everybody ate
Make sure everybody straight, ’cause you gotta feed the team
Boy you gotta spread the cheese, boy you gotta split the cake
Don’t feed your dogs, they gon’ get hungry and go to lickin’ on your plate
Make sure my dawg don’t turn out to a mutt, he gon’ be a Great Dane
That part, that’s my dawg like Clifford
My dawg, my goddamn nigga
You can bring your dawg, I’ma Vick him
Don’t step too hard, I’ma sic him

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Yeah that’s my dawg for sure
Yeah that’s my dawg
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Me and my dawg
We gave ’em two in a row
Deja keep on callin’
She say she ready to pull up
As soon as I get there, walk in
I’ma put her in a full nelson
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you
I’m on my way, I’m goin’ fast, I’m comin’ home to get you

[Outro]
Dawgs
Just me and my dawgs
We gon’ take ’em down two in a row
We gon’ take ’em down two in a row
We gon’ take ’em down two in a row
Just me and my dawgs