Machine Gun Kelly – Smoke and Drive Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayy, what my homie, Mike P, say?

[Chorus]
Roll the windows up when I get in the car and Imma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Speedin’ on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime
Yeah, tryna get fucked up (Ayy)
Roll the windows up when I smoke and drive

[Verse]
Uh, I’m to the grave with this
I learned how to roll a joint before I shaved and shit (Haha, yeah)
In seventh grade and shit
I was smoking OG kush and lemon haze and shit
Bad as fuck, I had it tucked inside my backpack in the front
My dad found it in a month
He kicked me out, he had enough so I got up
I’m in the kitchen, baking pizza with a crust
For a paycheck I can go and spend on hella drugs, yeah
Spaceships see me when I’m up, yeah
I been a martian with no Elon Musk, yeah
I’m in a party with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah
I’m rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah
I’m in quarantine, but the weed man pulls up here
I got a hundred packs of backwoods
I can spend the next four months here
I spent 10K cash, I might cough up both lungs here
Filled up on gas and got high, but no stunts here
Mask on when I’m outside, drive fast, don’t waste time
Ass on my face time, strap on my waistline
Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt, hold it up, no Kreayshawn
Don’t give a fuck about these cops, put my hood on like Trayvon
All that I know is a W over my clan, I feel like Raekwon
Only time I get an L is when I be throwin’ ’em up for the gang sign
I been a king with the bars but now I can play guitar and the bassline
I heard them saying they doing it first, I’m doing this shit for the eighth time
I used to want a pool, now I’m waking up and I got one in the backyard
I break a lotta rules, so you know I be drivin’ the whip like NASCAR
Never went Hollywood, got a house on the hills, I still smack y’all
Never say no to the blunt, I smoke it ’til it’s all the way down to the ash, y’all

[Chorus]
Roll the windows up when I get in the car and Imma light one up
Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar
And we can smoke this blunt
Speedin’ on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime
Yeah, tryna get fucked up (Ayy)
Roll the windows up when I smoke and drive

Comethazine – LEAD THE RACE Lyrics

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[Intro]
Your opinion
Mmm, yeah
Yeah, yeah aye

[Chorus]
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)

[Verse]
For no reasons
I send shooters to opp blocks
Christian Lou’, polka dot socks
Came a long way from eatin’ the pot pie
Now I pull up and cash out on Popeyes
W-w-wish I saw life through my pops’ eyes
He was a real OG with mob ties
He even shot, stabbed and robbed guys
Participated in a lot of drive-bys

[Chorus]
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)

Wiz Khalifa – Bammer Lyrics

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[Intro]
Okay
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit (Okay), it’s TGOD

[Verse 1]
Ridin’, slidin’, dippin’, vibin’
Bitch, get high, come and live this life
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich bitch twice
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich nigga wife
Make her roll this joint, when she get inside
You be home on your own but your friends ain’t shy
Bust down Rollie, make my wrist hit bright
You gon’ hit this J, you gon’ get this pipe
Hit it ’til the mornin’, I’ma miss this flight
Good day time, you a freak at night
Hoes get mad, better keep that vibe
When you live like me, you don’t see that price
Want that bag, don’t need likes
OG swag, don’t need stripes
Only gas, that’s only right
Smokin’ tree, my only vice

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed (Okay)
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

[Verse 2]
Don’t give me no bammer joint
If it’s in my bag, know the grass on point
Only real ones roll big doinks
Kinda into her friend, if she, she can join
Rolled up when she heard my voice
She comin’ with me, she ain’t got no choice
Six Dússe, no Rolls Royce
Just bought a Corvette, just sold my Porsche
Only hit one time, she callin’
No NBA team, we ballin’
Don’t take ’em on trips, don’t spoil ’em
New that, new this, need all ’em
New whip, new paint like Rodman
No brake, straight gas, you stallin’
Don’t take no brakes, I’m doubtin’
See me, big smoke like fireman

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

Superbee – 1994 Lyrics

Hangul

Life is gHood
Then i keep it 1 hunda
+82, 서울의 boy wonder
#엄마손 #UFO #낙원상가
세가지 연결고리 나의 고리

유행에 민감했던 초등생
아이리버는 너무 많아
파란색 yepp mp3
512mb의 안에는
소리바다서 다운받은
Dt, double d, epik이

이어폰 꼽으면 monster
또 ring my bell이
평화의 날은 best my favorite
I wanna be a legend
Living legend
When i die legend
검색어 1위를 다 내줘

나 예전부터 이걸 찾기전 방에서
이걸 했다고 newbie homies
내가 니 다스베이더
또 bap이고 trap이고
둘다 같은 rap이면
둘다 잘하면 돼
Like me like i do, Hoo!

하라주쿠, 시부야 bape store
눈 돌아가 몇백 안무서워
RAP으로 번 종이를 날려 blow up
아마도 얘들 눈에
난 부자 중국 보이로 보여

대한민국 여권을 꺼내 내밀구
국민카드를 꺼내 이거 완전 +82
근데 이 ball은
여행가방이 못 담어
점원한테 말해
Camo ape baggage도

1994, when i was born
Supreme이 탄생했지
옷얘기는 아니야 또
중학교를 다녔던 때
Rhyme을 알았고
이제 내 flow는 최고라 말해
U gotta know

U gotta know
Boy u gotta know
And if you don’t know
Then now u know
You gotta know
U gotta know

You gotta know
Y’all better know
꼭 알아둬, 외워둬
이 몸이 얄미워 봬여도
23에 얻은 내 skrrr gear나
또 한강에 집이
로또는 또 아니거든 yeh

학교 다닐때 담임샘부터
꽤 많은 놈들 여자애들 까지 rap
한다고 말하면 yo! 또는 췤!
정도의 이해도였고, 성공은 못해

왜? 음악은 배고프고
추우니까라네
걔네는 이제 봤어
내가 누군지 다
오늘은 어디 동창회든
명문대를 나왔든
아빠가 부자던
소고기를 사줍니다

출근 안해도 되지
그냥 컴퓨터 키고
Play a beat 하고 며칠 놀아
그럼 또 앨범이 나와
Oh lord! oh lord!
날 축복하셨나봐
그래서 훈기도 기뻐
재능을 가졌잖아

Yeah, 내 rap이 거품이면
어찌 여기까지 올라왔으며
How can i met your OG’s
Tiger J, Yoon-Mirae
그리고 Dok2
내 친구들은 멋있게 보여줘
Show me

Yeh, Hip-Hop이
나를 행복하게 해줬으니
나도 Hip-Hop을 더 사랑해야지
Yeh, 박재범같은
뭐든 잘하는 뮤지션
되고싶어 나도 헬스해야지

1994, when i was born
Supreme이 탄생했지
옷얘기는 아니야 또
중학교를 다녔던 때
Rhyme을 알았고
이제 내 flow는 최고라 말해
U gotta know

U gotta know
Boy u gotta know
And if you don’t know
Then now u know
You gotta know
U gotta know

Marlo – Paid Off Lyrics

[Intro]
The streets made me a monster
And I ain’t get nothin’ but some pain from it
I swear everyday I do it all again (I will)
The streets made me a monster
And I ain’t get nothin’ but some pain from it (beast mode)
Yeah, Marlo

[Verse 1]
The streets done made me a monster
I ain’t get nothin but pain from ’em
I swear that I’ll do it all again (I will)
And my brother became my best friend ’til the end
And I’m on the block with the OG’s drinkin’ gin
Done lost my dog, it hurt a nigga within (thug)
They say the good die young, well CJ I know you f**kin’ win (CJ)
And I was on shiver with the J’s and the big pistol and the bomb
And I’m still on that run up nigga get done up (done up)
When niggas say they want beef, nigga get guns up (gun up)
How the f**k you beef with no money, you don’t bruh (haha)
And the westside niggas glad that I came up (came up)
Had to stay down with the Marlo and they ain’t change up
Switched the game then I came up and it was dangerous
Made a million dollars nigga, stacking paper (paper)
And I tell them hater niggas f**k you later (f**k ’em)

[Chorus]
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’

[Verse 2]
I was on Water Street selling two five for ahk (ahk)
Then I turned around and hit a big lick with Doc
I told ahk he gotta come in on that block (block)
Then I put my lil brother n’ them on the clock
How the f**k you think I made Set Up Shop?
Moved them bricks and then I popped (popped)
And them long days and them long nights, shit was hard (hard)
Standin’ in the cut nigga with all my boys (my boys)
Shit was real in the field, I watched lil Kim get killed
And then Quay had got shot and nigga know that this shit was real
f**k it is what it is
Bet that shit won’t happen no more
I’m pullin’ up, hanging out the side door (pop pop)
MDC what I ride for, ’bout PFK I’m dying bro
And long live Net, what he died for (died)
We posted in the kitchen in the 9th Ward
And f**k bein’ broke, them my words (yeah)
We was flipping them chickens, them my birds (them chickens)

[Chorus]
Them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’

[Outro]
I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’
I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’

Keenan The First – Black People Never Die Lyrics

One time for my city, St. Paul
One time for my fans, uh yeah
One time for my
One time, one time for
Yeah, Unh

A middle finger in my face
Learn to bend and never break
If it’s starve or eat the bait
I’m probably dying either way
So tell my momma she did great, yeah
Ain’t no escaping it yeah
I know you can’t get it
Triggers only kill us
We don’t die, like there’s blanks in it, yeah
Looked at me like I’m inferior
I’m black skin gold interior
Your only motives are ulterior
They ain’t getting me with that
I went to college that’s the caveat
I know the powers of a Basquiat
I know the police are a mafia
But they ain’t spooking me wit that (Ugh)
Paying fees and a tax (Ugh)
It’s a stock market crash (Ugh)
It’s a salarized cap (Ugh)
A communication gap (Yeah)
Separation from the pack (Ugh)
Laying blankets over facts (Ugh)
We’re sedated by the crack (Ugh)
Miseducated bout the past (Ugh)

Ain’t no escaping it yeah
I know you can’t get it
Blowing tree cuz our OG’s used to hang in it (Yeah)

My last name is not mine (Ugh)
I don’t know my bloodline (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? (Ugh)
Just a credit card declined? (Ugh)
Just a loan that declined?
Just a job I can’t find?
Just the back of your minds?
Just the face of your crimes?
At the pace of your time
Negotiating my rights
While I’m paying my price
Got these veins full of ice
Black folks never die
And I put that on my life (Yeah!)

Ain’t no escaping it yeah
I know you can’t get it
When my coffin filled
You ain’t gotta spill drank in it.. no

Jackboy – Make It Out Lyrics

[Chorus]
I don’t know why these niggas lie
All I do know you gotta survive
And I know you really got friends
And remember when you was loved then
You was thinking how you gonna make it out
Mama said boy you better sit down
Mama don’t know that you stuck in this love
Cause the money came in and them crackers tried to give you that ten and sit you in the pit
I gotta make it out, gotta make it out
Said I gotta make it out, gotta make it out
I gotta make it out, gotta make it out

[Verse]
(Snipe em)
Woke up at the jail woah with the police
Judge on my hip I hold the court in the streets
Gotta make it out gotta make it out
If I ain’t around who gon’ hold the hood down
Who gon’ be the one that calm the chains down
‘Fore he blow a nigga head off with the four pound
Bang bang, another man down
Another blood stain on the project ground
Patrols sat me down said listen close
Not ’bout who money the longest but who saving most
Since a BEG I been a OG
All my Ps and Qs, copping QPs
Too street for this industry
Almost lost my life, twenty-two felonies
Guess I should go when you on the road
Came to hit licks I ain’t come to do no show

[Bridge]
I know it’s crazy to you why you keep losing your friends
Niggas come at you from other shit that you did
Dropped to your knees, you say God
Forgive me for my sins
You keep thinking oh I
How the hell I got here

[Chorus]
I don’t know why these niggas lie
All I do know you gotta survive
And I know you really got friends
And remember when you was loved then
You was thinking how you gonna make it out
Mama said boy you better sit down
Mama don’t know that you stuck in this love
Cause the money came in and them crackers tried to give you that ten and sit you in the pit
I gotta make it out, gotta make it out
Said I gotta make it out, gotta make it out
I gotta make it out, gotta make it out

(These niggas lying
I don’t know why these niggas lie)

Izzie Gibbs – Lit Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Guess who’s back dawg
Still in the ends where the cats are
Kick down doors if his stack’s large
Take that backyard, everybody act calm (Shh)
Mad dawg
They ain’t bad, they act hard
Man said he’s the plug, he ain’t, he’s just wearing Trapstar (Yeah)
Boasy
Pengting hold that up like trophy
I give her D ’til she OD
Make the tuntun lean like codeine
I know they watch me closely
Their new sauce sound like the old me
But I’m godlike
You’ve got sauce but it’s not mine
From young I’ve been a OG

[Hook]
They know what it is
Man move cold with the drip (Cold with the drip)
I need more than a mil for real
Like I’m supposed to be rich (I need that)
Uh, you can’t flex like me
You know that’s a myth (Straight)
You can’t flex like me, cah I’m way too lit (Boom)
Check out the drip, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit
Check out the drip, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit

[Verse 2]
No chill
I was cold back then and I’m cold still
Used to be in the trap watching out for the old bill
Now I want plaques and a whole mil
I need big stacks
And a house in the sticks, akh
Still in the hood where they whip packs
But I’ve got tactics and they dig that
I’m way too lit, and they’re way too late
Smoking loud, I love how grapefruit taste
I’m so real, how could I rate you fakes
Only wanna know cah my face is bait
You can’t hang with the gang cah it ain’t too safe
I’m on a paperchase
I do shit and I make the way

[Hook]
They know what it is
Man move cold with the drip (Cold with the drip)
I need more than a mil for real
Like I’m supposed to be rich (I need that)
Uh, you can’t flex like me
You know that’s a myth (Straight)
You can’t flex like me cah I’m way too lit (Boom)
Check out the drip, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit
Check out the drip, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit
Way too lit, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit

[Outro]
Way too lit, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit
Way too lit, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit

Dj Dmd – So Real Lyrics

(DJ DMD)
I represent P.A., down for my block
Been reppin’ since the 7th grade still won’t stop
I’m down with OG’s pumpin’ nothin’ but them old’s
Ballin’ ass niggas keepin’ me in studios
I puts it down tight, tight like White
These gangsta ass beats keep my pockets feelin’ right
My click’s so real, bout to make a mill
I got to pack a steel in the land of the trill
Been listenin’ in to Screw, since 9-2
Niggas talk shit, but whatcha wanna do?
I’m comin’ from P.A. where niggas rollin’ like g’s
Rolllin’ on d’s, smokin’ on trees
Drinkin’ hennessy in the lac on Vogues
Chevy 6-4’s, Monte Carlo’s
Bangin’ in the clubs, bangin’ on the streets
Got everybody bobbin’ to these bangin’ ass beats
Fool, it’s so real

(Chorus (Al-D singing in the background) x4)
G’s in P.A., g’s in the city, g’s in the South so real

(DJ DMD)
What’s your name, fool?

(DJ Screw)
DJ Screw, slowin’ shit down
Puttin’ in work all over H-Town
See me on the scene, drinkin’ codeine
Gat up on my lap cause these haters want my green
Southside for life, that’s what I claim
That’s what I represent, that’s where I hang
Hand on the trigger, pockets gettin’ bigger
Screwed Up Click ain’t nothin’ but real niggas

(Al-D)
Ridin’ on Vogues, pimpin’ hoes, slammin’ Cadillac doors
Jays on my toes, locs fallin’ off my nose
Screwed up and screwed out, in doors and out doors
No need for the tint, the kill is foggin’ up my windows
Jelly on my ride, butter up inside
Bread in my pocket, Glock cocked on my side
Southside for life, this is Al-D
Peace to Botany, KeKe, and E.S.G., we so real

(Chorus (Al-D singing in the background) x4)
G’s in the city, g’s in P.A., g’s in the South so real

(DJ DMD)
What Screw main?

(DJ Screw)
What’s up DMD?

(DJ DMD)
South been down too long playa

(DJ Screw)
I feel you on that, man

(DJ DMD)
We got to keep it real, playa, let’s do this

(Al-D)
It’s 1-9-9-6, got the South sold
Headed to the East fo’ they cream and they gold
Load up the West fo’ they triple gold d’s
Midwest g’s, got them on they knees
Going overseas with the boat and sippin’ yak
Showing Europeans how these Southern niggas act
Bangin’ in the clubs, bangin’ on the streets
Got everybody bobbin’ to these bangin’ ass beats
Fool, it’s so real

(Chorus (Al-D singing in the background) x8)
G’s in P.A., g’s in the city, g’s in the South so real

EPMD – Danger Zone Lyrics

Don’t stop y’all
Ye aha
Yo ha yo
Epmd what
Hit squad what yea

[verse 1]
Ayo I’m late eighties hip hop baby
The first new born to ever rock a mercedes
Rap by living
The grand wizard
Rime that squeeze it
I’m in the house come visit
Yo, i come with a sound that’s ultra
That makes niggas warm
When i flow like vultures
E-dub i’m the hiphop sculpture
Cats watch me like chicks watch Ophra
Broadcasting live from newyork off the chain
A dog that broke loose and [?]
The mic be the simbol
I run like a fugitive
Richy Kimball[?] when it’s time to get into
(your what) your system
And become tight like god and christians
Y’all so listen
I’m the owner of my style
Tight like speedolls[?]
With more fans the beatles

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like E is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don’t stop

[verse 2]
To the end of time like pac
Red[?] and yo we running the spot
Don’t look shocked epmd back on the block
E and mic doc
The squad that coming straight from the [?]
Two or what epmd start cutting it up
Legends in the game keeping rugged and rough
From day one to [?] on the stage [?] in one
The mcs will smith jeff on the twos ones
And the album trippin business and billboards number one
In god we trust
Chrome [?] trucks
Nigga that bust
Straight up bring a shit nuts
You ain’t tough
Staying your lane
Nigga what
My pops [?] from [?] green
Don’t have to try hustle in my bloods and jeans
Big pimpin break the cat
Straight getting that green
[?] who sleep with the mask
Hit the po, grab that mic, bust that ass

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like P is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don’t stop

[verse 3]
Third verse i advise b-boy to lock on
To 12-12-12-def.com
EP X man style like storm
Blow cats away whenever we perform
Hiphop it’s war, rap’s vietnam
Flows and techniques be like napalm
So why drop bombs
You epm bound to stop ya
Don’t act to erick shot ya

Another lonely niggas
Counting dough and shit in the game
With this small change
Ride [?] dick on this nigga name
Stop that
So strictly biz, we drop da hot track
Jewels house and cars, come on
Already cop that
Rap, real to me real to E
I can [?] a OG b-boy MC
[?]
Spit on the mics my word
Who wanna f**k around and get hurt

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like P is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don’t stop

Hook – Nysb Lyrics

[Intro]
Not your shorty, bitch
Not your shorty
Not your, shorty, bitch!
Gang, huh, gang, huh

[Hook]
Not your shorty (huh)
Not your shorty, bitch
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your (huh, huh)
Not your shorty, bitch
Not your shorty (bitch, gang)
Not your shorty, bitch
(Not your, huh)

[Verse]
Not your shorty bitch, you f**kin with a corny bitch
Can’t ignore me, I be noisy, noisy bitch
New pink OG, f**k up in my business
I can’t f**k with him because these niggas trippin
I ain’t seen your ass in a long time
I ain’t been with your ass in a long time
Know I ask I a lot, but is you all mine?
We can be together for a long time
Cause you trip, cause you trip
I’m with the crips, they got them sticks
You was my baby, get you a bib
Who is you f**kin? When you (?)

[Hook]
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your shorty (not your, huh)
Not your shor… ty
Not your shorty (not your, bitch)
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your shor… ty
(Ayy, gang)

[Verse 2]
Don’t be asking bout me from your friends
Don’t talk bad about me with your friends
Already f**ked, no, we cannot be friends
You moved on, I’m like damn!
Damn, I should just get bands
But you in my mind, I don’t understand
Give me one more time, give me one more chance
Thought you was my baby, but you not my mans

[Outro]
Not my shorty
You not my shorty, bitch
Not my shor… ty
Not my shorty, bitch
Not my shor… ty (shorty)
Not my shor… ty, bitch
(Not my, not my shorty, bitch)

Bizarre – Dab Life Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Laced Blunts 3
Shout out to Taylor Gang
Weirdo
Back in the lab
My nigga Wiz
You know we smoking
Aye

[Verse 1]
Laced blunts three boy I’m still smoking
OG kush, straight from East Oakland
My eyes redder than a firetruck
You know we get high as f**k
I’m a pill head, let’s make it real clear
I’m on molly, I’ve been rolling for a whole year
Grams and half, I’m snorting quarter keys
You ain’t turned up, get the f**k from ’round me
Boy, my blunts, they are super long
No Reggie Miller, we be blowing super strong
Boy I’m high as f**k
No blunts, we dabbing it up

[Hook]
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping (Dab life!)
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping (Dab life!)

[Verse 2]
I be puffing every day
Rolling on the Mary J, I ain’t got much to say
Higher than a skyscraper
All type of flavor, I be using no raw papers
The weed I got is so strong
Dab life, looking like Cheech and Chong
Dab life, we be hitting dabs
Smoking kush, we be popping tabs
Have you ever had my brownie
It’ll have your face pounding
Mushroom clouds, boy I’m screwing
If you ain’t dabbing, what the f**k is you doing

[Hook]

Leikeli47 – No Reload Lyrics

[Chorus]
Uh, I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload

[Verse 1]
Grew up in a house full of women, they ain’t need no nigga
Never seen ’em borrow shit, they had they own figures
OG said they’ll give you money ‘fore they give your game
But when they come around here, I treat them niggas all the same
I say no
I say no, no reload
If you want another feature for the road, no reload
If you tryna get a meeting, that’s a no, no reload
If I switched that number up and you ain’t know, no reload

[Chorus]
Uh, I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload

[Verse 2]
In the crib makin’ beats, listening to Keedy Black
Thinking ’bout what my old work did behind my back
But I ain’t missin out on nan’, ’cause I’m the best he never had
Only time I double back is when a loop is in my track
I say no (Yeah)
I say no, no reload
When they try to come back you tell that ho, “No reload”
Just send that ass packing down the road, no reload
And when they ask you how you know, you say my ace in a hole

[Chorus]
Uh, I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload

[Bridge]
Konnichiwa, 47 touched down in Tokyo
Tell the DJ have my shit in mono and stereo

[Chorus]
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload
I say no, my nigga, I say no, no reload

[Outro]
I say no
No reload
No reload
No reload
No reload

Go Yayo – Power Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Hoodfame Hoodfame
Yayo
Skrt
Super Saiyan Yayo, No Mo Free Yayo It Costs
Power Up

You niggas is no competition (at all)
I alfa pussy did I mention
I was really in the kitchen
Me and 44 really bussin’ down [?]
Posted on the block, you know that we gotta get it
Truckload, that’s a lot of chicken
Take a pint and we reseal it
You get out of line and you gon’ feel it
End of discussion
Ran out of red, I’m sippin’ on tusslin
Choppa bang like percussion
Pop up on ’em, ain’t no touching, we bussin’
That hoe you cuffing on used to steal mine
Hit her from the back, let her feel [?]
I know you heard through the grape vine
Had that bitch eat dick for a long time
Boy, you so gay
So fake and fugazy
Tried the youngin’, must be crazy
You callin’ my phone, ain’t got nothing to say
Pull up on the east side, it’s a homicide
Hunnid round drum, everybody die
You better duck when them bullets fly
Catch a homie at the store, we wasn’t down to ride
Them niggas don’t f**k with you
Who really grew up with you
Them niggas gon’ run when we buck at you
Them niggas gon’ run when we come for you
Pull up to your hood, them niggas don’t know you
[?] a little pussy, nigga, I’ll show you
I keep them bands in my pants like it’s poker
Bands on the table, nigga, no Texas hold ’em
Hammer so big when I bust it damn near blew out shoulder
In the trap house beatin’ the pack out
Crack rock big like a boulder
Balling hard, [??]
20 bricks in the rover
Dunking pints in the soda
My bitch like Beyoncé so I guess that I’m Hov
[?] off in Bentleys and Masis
All my niggas duckin’, catching a body
My niggas got big like that niggaa Yo Gotti
That crack in that black, you know that we got it
We know that we trapping, you know that we make it happen
You know you other niggas really can’t be
Get caught with that pack, boy, you know I’m [?]
These niggas so pussy, I really slap ’em
Hello Kitty, nigga, know you a coochie
Foreign money, got the blueprint from Lucci
Powered up off that molly, we bootin’
Ready or not here I come like The Fugees
Ain’t nothin’ I do lowkey
Hard head gang, young OG
Been thuggin’ since I stood 4 feet
Dunking 93 octane gas OG
Ain’t nothin’ I do lowkey
Hard head gang, young OG
Been thuggin’ since I stood 4 feet
Dunking 93 octane gas OG

[Outro]
Pussy
Yeah
Hoodfame Hoodfame
Hoodfame Hoodfame
Gang
Yayo
Go Yayo
Free the gang
Hoodfame
Rich Before 21, bitch
Rich Beofre 21, bitch
Rich Before 21, bitch
Power up
Free the clique
Power up
Better come with it, nigga
Part 2 on the muhf**kin’ way

Son Kuma – Type Uh Way Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I never asked you to bother me
But when a pretty devil gets on top and all over me
I feel compelled to treat her well cus that is the policy
Take a step in hell by treating demons to Halloween
Probably made a fool of myself I’ve been swallowing how I felt
Fall in autumn is taking Ls laugh it off and feel like Chappell
My life’s a Comedy but pardon me miss
Can I just get an honest apology? shit
Told me all these plans that you were never gon’ follow through
Don’t send another letter better yet go and call yo dude
I’ve been packing zags of cabbage like I’ve been on the move
I ain’t talking baggage I’m talking that hallelujah
Feeling stellar, lit like feathers on the moon (yah)
Take a xanny or an addy watch cartoons (yah)
Floating off the OG, soak my throat in booze (yah)
Finding ways to drain the pain for Son Kuma

[Verse 2]
I bet you have those days when you be chilling in your room
Yeah you know those days the ones where you be craving shrooms
So you can leave this place and travel somewhere new
Make some friends that don’t exist but hey at least they know you do
Smoking on that cali kush and drinking up that malibu
(I mean I prefer patron) but nigga you do you
You feel a type uh way and honestly I think I do too
Many reasons to be honest, school got me down, the hoes got me down
I ain’t got money, I ain’t got a hunnies flocking around
I ain’t got nothing f**king with me, so tell me what’s got you down
Tell me everything, I’m here for you
Like tell me everything my nigga
Tell me what you’re thinking right now
Tell me why

[Hook]
You feel a type uh way
You feel a type uh way
You feel a type uh way
You feel I said it: You feel

[Verse 3]
I got a message for you
I got suspended from school
Almost arrested for selling drugs when the cops had no proof
Met a chick but got sick to my stomach when she came through
But for real I had some problems so I shouldn’t blame boo
I popped some pills like every day
I snorted shit and nourished it in almost every way
I’d purchase it and feel euphoric almost right away
I’d force the shit and pour some gin to help it make its way
Through my body to my brain Made that pain go right away
I mean I’m saying it like it was years ago when I really just did it yesterday
Playing the same games and making the same chase
Hoping dragon is dragging its feet so maybe I can slay

[Verse 4]
Abuse is funny cus you be losing money
Using hella excuses to keep it new and running
And your days just be looping like you’re producing something
Fooling with your body like you just a copy or a voodoo puppet
In reality, you’re gambling and anteing but bluffing
Then when casualties and tragedies start hitting you be fussing
You trusted judgment when you started drugging
But then, your friends said that its all your fault but you said no it wasn’t
Dude it was
You wanted buzz
Just like a bee, you got behind the bud and said because
You didn’t give a single f**k
Not even one
So don’t be mad now cus you ain’t got no one
You f**king dumb

Alex Faith & Dre Murray – Money Lyrics (feat. Reconcile)

[Verse 1: Alex Faith]
Whippin’ in a ‘Rarri, I’m ’bout to catch a body
This life ain’t really worth it, but please don’t tell nobody
Find me in the lobby, uh, 5 star hotel
Iced out, shinin’ hard, boy that’s what I know well
Rap about these places but you know that I don’t go there
Flexin’ for the likes on instagram, I tell ’em oh well
Sayin’ I’m a gangsta shawty, please don’t check my resume
All this talkin’ on these records made me feel some type of way
I’m a fall back partna tho cause I am not a hater
But can see the life we takin’ when you out to get his paper
And even if you really flippin’ birds just take a listen
Makin’ money in the street, you still a victim to the system
I’m frontin’ cause all I ever heard was make that money
Till they catch you slippin’ if you free, then they gon’ take it from you
I know the odds is set against you but it is a better way
Made for mo’ than that cause it’s a life that they can’t take away

[Hook: Alex Faith]
All I ever hear is that we do it fo’ the money
Stack the paper to the ceilin’ we just do it fo’ the money
We dyin’ in the street but we gon’ do it fo’ the money
The system set against us so we do it fo’ the money
That paper shawty, that what we do it fo’
We dyin’ shawty, that what we do it fo’
That paper shawty, it’s nothin’ less or mo’
They don’t understand what we do it fo’

[Verse 2: Dre Murray]
I heard like befo’ I was a teen
Mommy took me to the movies then I saw it on the screen
They was sun-wrapped in the product, they was workin’ triple beam
They was cookin’ in the kitchen then they serve it to the fiend
So I turned and said to mommy “What they doin’ that fo’”
She moved in a little closer said ” They want that dough”
Now imagine what that does when you are eight years old
And the people in yo hood say that they all know
How to get it, yeah I’m talkin’ give and go
Fast breakin’ to the hole but they move that snow
They got money in the ceilin’, in the mattress, in the flo’
And that stack that’s in his pocket, he just brought it out to blow
Yeah, life I’ve see on the southside
Grandmother she ain’t like me goin’ outside
Good people in the hood but some’ll catch you slippin’
Yeah they trippin’, man this thing is kinda lopsided
They want the money

[Hook: Alex Faith]
All I ever hear is that we do it fo’ the money
Stack the paper to the ceilin’ we just do it fo’ the money
We dyin’ in the street but we gon’ do it fo’ the money
The system set against us so we do it fo’ the money
That paper shawty, that what we do it fo’
We dyin’ shawty, that what we do it fo’
That paper shawty, it’s nothin’ less or mo’
They don’t understand what we do it fo’

[Verse 3: Reconcile]
All I ever wanted was a couple bands
Kept my name in the street, they say I’m the man
Pull fire on these lames talkin’ disrespectful
Paper ain’t right, they say he ain’t successful
Money Mal got a bird for the summer
Hit that right, they flip that twice & hit the mall a stunner
Ain’t got time fo’ these haters, save to convo
Rebound and distribute, Rondo
I speak it how they live it down in that dirty water
I see youngins’ catch kingpins down in Florida
Ask a jit what he do, he say he “get money”
Ten years and parole ain’t worth a couple hunned
Don’t care how you cut it, boy look at here
All the real OG’s catchin’ sentences
Ain’t no chasin’ cash, chase a better way
Ain’t enough racks to change your life, Jesus can

[Hook: Alex Faith]
All I ever hear is that we do it fo’ the money
Stack the paper to the ceilin’ we just do it fo’ the money
We dyin’ in the street but we gon’ do it fo’ the money
The system set against us so we do it fo’ the money
That paper shawty, that what we do it fo’
We dyin’ shawty, that what we do it fo’
That paper shawty, it’s nothin’ less or mo’
They don’t understand what we do it fo’

Bay Swag – Saucin Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Mmh-mmh
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh my God)

[Verse 1]
You want a feature, ain’t free though, yeah
I walk in Barney, no receipt though, yeah
Tell her bend her knees like a free throw
Yves Saint Laurent on my knees though
There was no way so I had to start rappin’
Daddy got locked ’cause my daddy was trappin’
They tried to say he killed a nigga in Manhattan
Jury believed the nigga that was rattin’
I’m get you out pops, swear I ain’t cappin’
I was in the court, white niggas, they was laughin’
Swear this shit turned me into a savage
Stackin’ it up then I count it up
Got a new chain, had to shine you up
Watch who you say your day ones, they’ll line you up
Bound to go get you from jail on the flying spur
I’ma rent it, I’ma buy when the time occur

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah I swear, yeah I gotta make it out
Zoe and Josh, go and take me out
When I’m in the booth, be faded out
Daddy told me start rappin’, it’s the safer route

[Chorus]
Pullin’ up, saucin’, fresher than, Colgate
If you want it, call Bay, ballin’ like, Kobe
Ballin’ like, all day, diamonds be, frosty
CYN, all paid, free my dad, we all pray
Pullin’ up, saucin’, fresher than, Colgate
If you want it, call Bay, ballin’ like, Kobe
Ballin’ like, all day, diamonds be, frosty
CYN, all paid, free my dad, we all pray

[Verse 2]
I knew I was a star since young
Walkin’ in Queens, gotta walk with a gun
No one is safe and that shit is no fun
Had to get focused, the news had me sprung
Reminiscing in the playground
You told me I gotta be safe now
This chain on my neck like a lake
I be in the ends eatin’ steak now
BET, hip hop red carpet
South side in the hood where it started
OG put me in a foreign
Now all the sudden all these hoes callin’
Feds, they wanna take pics, uh
I’m a real one, never switch, uh
These niggas really don’t owe me shit
Couple bands I spent on my fit

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah I swear, yeah I gotta make it out
Zoe and Josh, go and take me out
When I’m in the booth, be faded out
Daddy told me start rappin’, it’s the safer route
Yeah I swear, yeah I gotta make it out
Zoe and Josh, go and take me out
When I’m in the booth, be faded out
Daddy told me start rappin’, it’s the safer route

[Chorus]
Pullin’ up, saucin’, fresher than, Colgate
If you want it, call Bay, ballin’ like, Kobe
Ballin’ like, all day, diamonds be, frosty
CYN, all paid, free my dad, we all pray
Pullin’ up, saucin’, fresher than, Colgate
If you want it, call Bay, ballin’ like, Kobe
Ballin’ like, all day, diamonds be, frosty
CYN, all paid, free my dad, we all pray

Guardin – Your Escape Lyrics (feat. Yung Van)

[Hook: guardin]
Push your body on me, babe (me, babe)
Puffing on that OG gasoline, ay (-line, aye)
Kissing on my neck, imma go down (go down)
I’ll be your escape when you come now (come now)
Push your body on me, babe (me, babe)
Puffing on that OG gasoline, ay (-line, aye)
Kissing on my neck, imma go down (go down)
I’ll be your escape when you come now (come now)

[Verse 1: guardin]
Promise Imma rather die
There’s nothing Im tryna hide
Gotta have you by my side, ay
When we kiss I feel a rush
I’ve been missing every touch
Swear to god you f**k me up, ay
No one loves me like you do
Baby you know that is true
All I think about is you, ay
Pull your panties to the side
Slipping in between your thighs
Imma make you feel alright, ay

[Hook: guardin]
Push your body on me, babe (me, babe)
Puffing on that OG gasoline, ay (-line, aye)
Kissing on my neck, imma go down (go down)
I’ll be your escape when you come now (come now)
Push your body on me, babe (me, babe)
Puffing on that OG gasoline, ay (-line, aye)
Kissing on my neck, imma go down (go down)
I’ll be your escape when you come now (come now)

[Verse 2: Yung Van & Guardin]
Ohhhhh
Baby take it all slow
Put your hands on your robe
And let it drop to the floor
Baby, you know that you make me want more
Every time that you walk out the door
Ohhhhh (ohhhhh)
Make my heart go slow, baby
Every time I am with you
I feel like I could just fly
Every time you leave my room
I feel like I could just die
Now I’m with you
And we’re on bed us two
And I’m feeling so great
So please don’t leave me
Cause if you leave me at this state
I’m gonna fade
Ohhhhh (ohhhhh)
Baby take it all slow
Put your hands on your robe
And let it drop to the floor
Woaaaah
Yeaaaaah
Woaaaah

Moneybagg Yo – Intro Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I was broke they wasn’t intimidated
Ran up some paper, they started hating
Jizzle told me just keep going in
And shit on they ass like you constipated
Got me feeling myself, not no masturbation
Thirty inch off that Glock just for altercations
I go hard for this shit ‘cause I had a passion
I just blew a few thou’ while up in [?]
Had to run it up, it was rent time
Kids need the shit and you know I had to get mine
Had to go hard, it was crunch time
We was on the road doin’ shows then fish died
Feel like the devil was f**kin’ with me
Super bowl night, man I can’t forget it
Two found dead in a car, no witness
Get the call, damn it my nigga Emmitt
I was just with him like yesterday
Man I wish today was yesterday
Just to kick shit and parlay with him
Now my nigga gone man, andale
Had to shake back, had to get my mind right
Flooded out watch, had to get the time right
Pour up, toast up, drink a D’usse with me
We was broke as a [?], lord be my witness
I’m straight from the bottom with it
Haters wish I was still there
I like changing the vibes up
So now I be everywhere
I be all at your bitch place
f**k them twenties, I want big faces
Yeah I literally smoke strong
You would think the weed lift weights

[Interlude]
That’s for sure though
I mean I saw it a long time ago man
We gotta do this shit
Like f**k the haters man
If they wanna hate, let ‘em hate
And if they want war we gon’ give it to ‘em
f**k ‘em

[Verse 2]
Whatever they wanna do we can do it
If it ain’t ‘bout that money, I don’t get into it
That’s how I get into it
So don’t come around me with that f**kery
Better get you a feature, want to rap with me
Man I waited so long, this was meant for me
Stayed down now I’m buzzin’, no bumblebee
Really live this lifestyle, they just talk the street
Bitches everywhere, can’t get ‘em off of me
With this mojo I’m feeling like Austin P
Remember days had the mask on, no Halloween
OG told me young nigga apply some pressure
Money right so I went head and iced the bezel
I’m so dope you can drop me and get some extras
Thinkin’ to myself man this shit now or never
I’m finna go in hard ‘cause that’s how I came
Got your bitch in a foreign thang switching lanes
I’m just dealing with the money and the shit it bring
So many damn problems you would go insane
Man, I’m dealin’ with too much at one time right now
Man, I’m f**kin’ two bitches at one time right now
Man, my nigga dead but it feel like he right here
Tellin’ me man, Yo this your year
ELO voices all in my ear, for real

Atwood – Along For The Ride Lyrics

[Chorus]
On hold with these demons
But i swear they keep callin
They just keep pullin me deeper
But somehow up’s where i’m fallin
I like to drive slow
Live a little fast
Hope i die old
I don’t mind though
I’m just along for the ride so

[Verse 1]
No tellin when the lane’ll switch
Friends pushin they lanes that’s a cake assist
I mean if they gon chase it’s only sane to dish
Steve Nash with the pass i been sayin this boii
Overhead like the cupboard that’s under me
Couldn’t pay overheads now the music been funding me
Squad laugh at ya ass like boi u so chuck-e-cheese
I been gettin the money tree
Swear that that shit ain’t come to me
Like
No cash got weed tho
Put the pack on my back like C3PO
Got gas got diesel
Roadie apples yeah yeah yeah me and G smoke
That’s the OG tho
Cash like a free throw
Look high off the green call that shit Cee-Lo
Get it see low
Flow like sea level
Rockin the boat to a different beat you couldn’t be better

[Chorus]
On hold with these demons
But i swear they keep callin
They just keep pullin me deeper
But somehow up’s where i’m fallin
I like to drive slow
But live a little fast
Hope i die old
I don’t mind though
I’m just along for the ride so
×2

[Verse 2]
Me and my homies we tourin!
YUHH
All of my friends important!
Came in with the squad and we shot up the whole spot know we got them red dots recordin
With that bullshit please miss me
They be callin like “bitch please”
Can’t you see that i’m busy
Too many gears f**k six speeds
Me and my homies we tourin!
WHAT
Me and my homies we tourin!
Came in with the squad and we shot up the whole spot know we got them red dots recordin
With that bullshit please miss me
They be callin like “bitch please”
Can’t you see that i’m busy
Too many gears f**k six speeds

[Outro]
f**k it we on
f**k it we on
f**k it we on
f**k it we on

Easy Life – Afters Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She’s a rich girl, Persian rug and trust fund
Barely standing but she’s never had so much fun
I just need a little bit of peace, take me far away
I just need a little light relief

Hold up wait what did you say?
Too busy lost in the bass
I’m easily lost in this place
I can feel it in my brain I’m coming up
One too many in this place I’ve had enough, yeah

[Chorus]
She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

Who’s got the house key
All these girls at uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

[Verse 2]
Location services are rinsing all my battery
Despite the read receipts you don’t get back to me
I just need a little bit of peace, take me far away
I just need a little light relief

Nothing was the same when we woke up
She don’t wanna smoke up
Conspiracy theories still chew my ear off on the sofa
I’ve got to shoot soon, hope it’s on my bus route
Carpet stains and painkillers I’ll be on the move

[Chorus]
She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

Who’s got the house key
All these girls from uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters, yeah

Who’s got the house key
All these girls at uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
I’ll see you at afters

[Verse 3]
We’re running low on this cheap wine
You float across the room and beauty’s redefined
Come draw me a silver line
I will slip and see me slide
The motion in your glide or the focus in your eyes babe

I find it hard to concentrate
Let’s take a minute take a break
Let’s get away
I need a holiday, puff pass medicate
Afters got me feeling like there’s nothing else to say babe
You taught me a lesson
I was busy second guessing all your gestures, I was stressing
But nah I’m cool now
I’m calm now
I’m good now

Mustard – On God Lyrics (feat. A$ap Ferg & A$ap Rocky)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Y’all already know how I’m rockin’
Mustard on the beat, ho
Here we go, let’s go

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome

[Verse 1: YG]
On God, I got in with the nine millimeter
On God, I’m in the red Lamborghini, a two-seater
On God, I’m in hard bottoms, these ain’t sneakers
I need a bad bitch, half ho, half diva
On God, it ain’t ever been no bitch in me
I’m aggressive with these hoes, ain’t no soft shit in me
Niggas know it’s three-nine-seven plus three (4Hunnid)
At the top, who you see, shit, me, me, and me
She wanna kick it after we f**k, I don’t do kung-fu
If your friend a bustdown that mean you one too
If your friend a bustdown that mean you one too
If I whip the dick out, bitch, what you gon’ do?
I’m in the red coupe, I call it SuWoop
I got voices in my head like, “SuWoo, SuWoo”
Don’t believe the hype, these nigga lie in the booth
I’m a good-lookin’ rapper, I ain’t lyin’ to you

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & YG]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this (4Hunnid)
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Life’s a beach, hittin’ licks like a lease
Gettin’ licked like your teeth
Runnin’ shit like the cleats
On my feet, little bit, little bitch want a three
Run a threesome, then I’ma stab, no repeat
On G-O-D, they on my B-O-D
I’m with the AOD, it’s a G-O, here we go
I’m G double O-D, good, I’m a OG
Three, triple OG, hold it down, P-O-P (Here we go, let’s go)
I can’t stand a ho with no rhythm
I can tell if the ass factual or fiction
I can’t really tell if she twerkin’ or twitchin’
How many of you hoes out there really Christians?
On God, have the fella pass the petition
Shorty learn to clean house like she pack for eviction
Learnin’ for a class, or a cast, or audition
Change your forecast, throw the cash on a bitch

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Big mansion, chicks dancin’, uh
Prayed for it and the shit happened, uh
Left Prada with ten jackets, uh
Bitch solid and I’m mismatchin’, uh
Sick and tired of the chit-chattin’, uh
I been ballin’, this is just practice, uh
Blow twenty, sorry, Ms. Jackson, uh
Went West and I went platinum, on God
I’m back with my bro YG
To put you niggas in the pit, like deodorant be
I done came everything I was chosen to be
How I’m at the dinner party with Hova and Bey
‘Cause I’m bustin’ door-to-door like Jehovah with thieves
And now my whole family be rolling with me
Made my mom the accountant, little brother got talent
And my Uncle T-Berg handle security

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God (T-Raww)

[Verse 4: Tyga]
Pray for me, niggas love and hate me, bunch of Judas’
All this money make you evil, I won’t give in to it
Imitate my lifestyle, but they ain’t been through it
Think you know my plays, re-route ’em, Cam Newton
Factory Patek, blood, sweat, tears, yes
Buy your mom a house, then we could talk then (Nigga)
I got four payroll, I’m the big man (Nigga)
Ten toes, never fold, stick to the plan
New mansion, gotta keep advancing
Outlandish, Maybach when I land it
Black bandit, run up in it, no manners
Gotta keep up with the pace like Indiana
Leave ’em white in the face like the masked phantom
I’ma f**k her all night ’til she can’t stand up
Got the Bugatti in red like the devil dancin’
And he keep tryna call, I won’t answer him

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Outro: Mustard]
Jesus

Roddy Ricch – Perfect Time Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons (Yeah)
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 1]
Late night, I’ve been cruisin’ down the interstate
Late night, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot of niggas hate
Told my dawg let’s pour tons of Ace
If he talkin’ out his lip, we gotta give cuz a taste
I can’t let no niggas mock my name
Especially when these lil’ niggas see me as reputable
And the OG’s respect me that done came out my section
We just bought Cullinan just to maintain
I talk to him, my brother ‘nem, he on the same thang
We just tryna motivate, bought the AP, show the face
Feel like I’m a Zoe today, feel like I’m a woe today
I was in Miami with a bitch, gave me cold face
She had this dick on her noseplate

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 2]
I don’t know what love is, I can’t tell
Everybody come around like carousel, hmm
She got a birthday cake like it’s my twenty-first
I done came a long way, I made it out the dirt, yeah
See my niggas in the hearse, havin’ nightmares in church
Tryna make sure my mama got a couple racks in her purse
Got a showroom, car came from the top row, yeah
Don’t give no opps hope
I just gave my dawg a Rollie, told him take the clock approach

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

Trippie Redd – This Ain’t That Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

G-Eazy – Full Time Cappers Lyrics

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[Intro]
G-Eazy, what up?
From the Bay to the universe
JetsonMade another one

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, bitch? You sound stupid, you sound childish
I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage
Slimane should be my stylist, mixin’ new Celine with Palace
Drink liquor all night, green juice all day, life’s all about balance, listen (Yee)
Think before you talk, there might just be some goons around us (Ayy)
You trippin’ and tonight you gon’ find out how wild the town is (Be cool)
And everything’s not fiction, it ain’t nothing fake about us
Been searching for my hot girl, I told Megan bring some Stallions (Yee)
At fashion week Milan, I’m out here snatching these Italians (Ayy)
Don’t drop the ball, the only thing I drop is Platinum albums (What else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I’m pulling up like ‘bam-bam’ all on your mattress

[Chorus: French Montana & Moneybagg Yo]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers (G-Eazy, what it do?)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
If you think I’m fuckin’ your bitch, ask her
I told her play her part, never
I can see right through the lie, Casper
Shot off right up to the top, NASA (Add it up)
You niggas cappers but my extendo as long as a cane (It came with a 30)
I’m not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (Eat it up), but I wear my heart on my sleeve (Trippin’)
These Amiris, not Trueys (No, sir), we did that in 2013 (Put it up)
Snap back, you niggas so cap, my ice clear, your water look tap
Dick in her mouth, I’m fillin’ her gap (Uh)
No rap cap, 100K in my lap

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Bitch, you not a factor (You not), you just an actor (Ayy)
Hit her from the back (Ayy), she got it backwards (Uh)
Feel like I’m the shit (Shit), like, “Where my Pampers?” (You know)
Thousand dollar tip, yeah (For what?) For all the dancers (Whoo)
Took a stylish bitch (Ayy) right to the Hamptons
Now she on the injured list, yeah (Why?) ‘Cause she was active
They be fighting for the dick, yeah, ’cause I’m attractive
Money falling on the kid, yeah, feel like a magnet
This is not an instant replay, this life for real
They gone do whatever we say, that’s la famille
Today feel just like my b-day, just signed a deal
I think she down for the three-way, she said she will
Seen that ass I want to jump on, that shit go ‘ba-bum’
Her face I want to bust on, she said “Uh-uh”
“You gon’ fuck up my makeup”, skeet on her Revlon
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, this ain’t no love song

[Chorus: French Montana ]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Outro: G-Eazy]
French, I love you forever, I swear to God
Moneybagg Yo, what’s up?
Straight up

[Interlude]
You said what?
Yeah, players have fun, suckas have none
What’s the word of the day, OG?
Well, the good book said wasn’t gonna be but a few and I’m one of ’em
A lot was called, but only a few was real with ’em, wa— was chosen
You know, you be true to the game, the game be true to you
And treat ya people right, ’cause the same people you meet goin’ up the same people you meet comin’— you goin’ down

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rebel’s Kick It Lyrics

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[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Ain’t no goin’ back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that’s a fact
I’m with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don’t wanna tote no pistol, we ain’t heard of that
I’ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don’t know ’bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in fucking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried ’bout his goals, she think it’s crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin’ them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don’t see no greatness, he gon’ grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him
Got some OG’s in the hood gon’ ride ’bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books so they won’t let you slime ’bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain’t gettin’ that, he ain’t feelin’ that
So he learned to hide on ’em
Now let me tell you that I’m a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn’t
Turned 17, ‘fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon’ die or you gon’ take one? Nigga, what’s your answer?
You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what’s the hassle?
Still to this day, I’m on FaceTime talkin’ with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it

[Verse 2]
What you thinkin’ ’bout, what you hearin’ ’bout? I’ma see about it, nigga (I’m with you)
You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I’ll put a hundred, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that’s on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain’t forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain’t wan’ drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin’, “Who want problems?” You was holdin’ up your semi
I kept on sayin’ I’ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin’ me, “Let’s get it”

[Interlude]
My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I’ll never go against you
I ain’t never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I’m slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah

Snoop Dogg – First Place Lyrics

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[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I  gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My  eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My  eye (First place), ooh

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
OG,  S-N-double O-P
Money talk, nigga, bullshit walk
‘Fore  a nigga show up, gotta envelope me
Big dog, you could never short me (What?)
I need it all upfront, no backend
Since a lil’ nigga, Dogg got it crackin’
On  deck all times, no lacking
Head on swivel ’cause anything can happen
I was banging before I was rapping (Rapping)
I was slanging before it was trapping (Trapping)
Always on go, it’s automatic
Gold medal caught my eye, I gotta have it
We lost Nip too soon, that’s tragic
But he gave LA more wins than Magic
More wins than Kobe and Shaq did
Champions never die, they everlasting

[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I’m a boss, I’m a genius, I can’t turn it off
A lot of niggas not caught from this cloth
You are witnessing a gangster evolve
After all the run-ins with the law (What?)
After life threw me all them curveballs (Curveballs)
You’da thought I gave up, but nah (Nah)
Grow man, thug it out, stand tall
Who sold millions of records and balled?
Never slowed up, no no, not at all
From the streets of Long Beach, it’s the Dogg
I hustled every day, how you think I got it all?
Did it my way, I done broke a lot of laws
Always came in first place, I ain’t never tied with y’all
Everything real, I ain’t never lied to y’all
First place (First place)

[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh

Comethazine – Fuck Errbody Lyrics

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[Intro]
Grow up, nigga

[Chorus]
Just left the lot, skrrted away with two seats
For the price of this bitch, could have skrrted away with two Jeeps
I was just broke, nothin’ to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (Bitch)
Smokin’ dope out a Jeep, now I’m bustin’ it down by the P
Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that’s for whoever speakin’ on me
Dump the whole clip if I gotta ’cause I got another one sittin’ right under the seat (Boom)
When I drop Bawksee 3, I’ma fuck up the streets
And then sit back and sleep while my money increase
Bitch, I’m double OG, I can never be beat
No, it’s not what it seems, I will always defeat

[Verse]
Give a fuck about her, give a fuck about him
Because neither of them give a fuck about me
Shut the fuck up, I am trying to feast
Twenty a month for my new house lease
Choker got me lookin’ like a dog on a leash
Bitch, I am a dog, but I’m wild and free
AR-15, it’ll blow out your teeth
Teach a young nigga how to go ’bout the beef
Go buy some heat, then stay by your piece
Sag real low, this a heavy XD
Balenci’ 43, these some heavy ass feet
Used to do heavy hits out the Chevy ’03
Every clerk at Shell in the hood know me
Copped Backwoods, dub on pump three
Put three up in the ‘Wood, then bump Pimp C

[Chorus]
Just left the lot, skrrted away with two seats
For the price of this bitch, could have skrrted away with two Jeeps
I was just broke, nothin’ to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (Bitch)
Smokin’ dope out a Jeep, now I’m bustin’ it down by the P
Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that’s for whoever speakin’ on me
Dump the whole clip if I gotta ’cause I got another one sittin’ right under the seat (Boom)
When I drop Bawksee 3, I’ma fuck up the streets
And then sit back and sleep while my money increase
Bitch, I’m double OG, I can never be beat
No, it’s not what it seems, I will always defeat

Chief Keef – Sneeze Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yah, yah, yah, yah (Yeah)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah)
Yah, yah (Yeah)
Sosa, baby (Sosa)
GBE, baby (Bang, Bang)

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Verse 1]
Lift this chopper like some weights, I ain’t bench pressin’
Got FNH up in the club and I got Smith & Wesson
But I don’t really like Smith & Wesson, got Glock, boy
If he decide to knock you down, you’s a opp, boy
Pulled up in that ugly thing, it got teeth on it
They like “What the fuck’s a feature, ain’t got Keef on it”
This bitch wanna roll some weed and put some keef on it
At the top hangin’ off the clouds, yeah my sleeves on it
If you lookin’ for me, I’m prolly in New Orleans
With them 504 boys, no Levis jeans
Come through with 450s, nigga flee the scene
Bitch a 223 chopper, that’s what Keef’ll bring

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Verse 2]
Up this Glock and sneeze, catch you, ha-choo
Come through and knock down your partner, I mean to pop you
Like we was shootin’ some craps, I mean to spot you
You’s a goofy to the audience, no need to clap you
I got plenty B-roll, like a camera man
Diddy Boppin’ in the party, that’s Keef Hammer Dance
You can put me at the back and I’m still gon’ win
Stompin’ on the heads of my mufuckin’ mini-man
Brown brick mansion, lookin’ like some wheats, nigga
Six car garage, well I got three in them
Gotta go super far for the other three
Pull off and my shit soundin’ ugly

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang bang, bang bang

Migos – Naw, Naw Lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take a look at my life back then, trap season
When you make it, everybody think it’s easy
My family need me, my squad let me lead them
Get this bitch ass nigga, tryna run up on me
Had the plug with the Maly, the Xans and the counterfeit
When I’m livin the Migo life, it’s hard to live
When I walk with my shooter, it’s hard to give
For real, man, you know we made a mill
Independent, we ain’t sign no deal
You niggas trippin, cause you out buisness
We came in the game, so vavaisous
We in mantions, doing shows
RIP my nigga Pistol Pete, I know he lookin down on us
Now when I walk around, a north nigga gotta keep the Mac

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Na, for real, had to grab the Duce in time
Na, for real, young rich nigga got ripped off, over halftime
On the block, beat it like Alkine
200 for the Alk-line
Standin in the stove with a slab, that’s a cookie slab
Police try to give me life, I had a alabi
Fuck nigga, you lie
Real nigga hit you with the Mac and the 9
For real, we the new Hot Boys
Stack up all that money, gotta be a downpour
We ahead of the lingo, go ahead and pour
Skellitons on the Rolli, lookin bold
I’m a batuler, I live in the mansion, let’s get it
40 for the safe, that’s right, yep

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pintes never seeled, I keep the bricks in the seel for sail
Remember kickin in doors, takin stacks to help my grandma career
Trap on the blocks, with the racks and snow
Young nigga tryna make a dope deal
They askin me questions, like Dr. Phill
Got excited when I saw half a mill
I was plannin just to get a record deal, now we independent, only come for Ms
Came a long way from bustin sticks and steal
There’s a lot of shit I regret I did
Can’t let neggitivity get to me, I’m taking a private jet to Sissilie
So you the Grinch stole Christmas
I got the OG, in that Christmas tree

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real