Nieman J & Eric Bellinger – Overtime

[R&B/ soul music]
Oh, no, chills got me on time
Baby, you gon make me sing
If I’m not, you let me in
Yeah
Back down
And if you tap out, I ain’t win
Gotta run that back again
Tryina see what’s hiding in
Girl, I know that you gotta leave to work, work
And I’m on knee [?]
But I can’t leave dessert, yeah
So I gotta re-inverse yeah
I’m wanting you now ‘cause this gotta go down tonight
Yeah, I need that OT
I bet you don’t know who I be
I give it that to you that two piece
[??]
Wipe down that boots, so your bad ass on top of me
I’m tryina hit that money spot
I’m tryina hit that lottery
I run a boot check for you
I run out my neck for you
I come it the next for you
I pay for the next loyal
When we end up in the bed don’t I give you going that nice sex?
Baby you got the best own guy

Break it down, break it down
I just wanna go down, baby

I’ma pull up with the stake
Let you hear yeah
I’ma dog you like a [?]
Cause [?] on me
Oh girl
Cause this gotta go down tonight

I’m gon have your soul stripping
While your boss tripping
Off liquor, I’ll be going up licking on the
I hit you, and have you all getting pick up
Cause you know that I know that you know
I give you that OT
I bet you don’t know who I be
I give it that to you that two piece
[??]
Wipe down that boots, so your bad ass on top of me
I’m tryina hit that money spot
I’m tryina hit that lottery
I run a boot check for you
I run out my neck for you
I come it the next for you
I pay for the next loyal
When we end up in the bed don’t I give you going that nice sex?
Baby you got the best own guy

Reeko Squeeze – Mr Rope Lyrics

[Intro]
CRUUUUUUD
My turn fam
My turn
My turn
My turn
My turn
My turn

[Verse ]
He ain’t touched no opps, he’s telling lies (liar)
With my eyes, I’ve seen man cry (truss)
Brought man out, froze on rides (he froze)
He’s so scared, he rolls with knives (scared)
These likkle yutes keep switching sides
I’m the reason you know these guys
After this, no reply
I’m pulling up, boom-bye-bye (boom)
Don’t try send, ‘cah you ain’t ready (ain’t ready)
I swear your boy got smoked in his belly (haha)
Characters; Ed, Edd n’ Eddy
Your Co-d got cheffed up already
Roll on man, pull up on his Bimma (skrr)
Smoke your friend, I know he’s too inna (boom)
Leave my phone, pull off in this dinger (skrr)
Smoke opp like pot, I’m purchasing Rizla
(Come on, come on)
Like how many times you been ran down? (how many?)
Like how many times you been sent out? (how many?)
I know you’re scared
You tried to kill yourself in the pen house (suicide)
You’re friends are weird, try to burgle shit from their friends house
Under the bed, you was hiding out with your best-
But, dey ain’t gonna hide for long (you can’t)
This the last time I’m gonna respond
Niggas know I’m gonna go beyond
Like rise up sticks, mans gripping on a wand (boom)
You don’t know nuttin’ ’bout road (you don’t)
Don’t beg it like you ain’t from Grove
Like, your house got burnt down
The trap didn’t work out, you had to go (burnt down)
Who are you knifing?
When Lockz got bored
You was in a car all hiding
I think you’re insane (insane)
Count how many times, you and your guys got punched in the face (how many?)
Den’ the next day, you’re on the internet, acting all brave (like)
Like, you should’a never mentioned Nash
She can’t even mention splash (uh-uh)
Remember the days in the park
You’re little arse got kidnapped, haha
This little bitch, this dirtbag little snitch (like)
She got paid by feds, then wan’ go on like she’s rich, but (snitch)
What do you mean?
None of you boy there are bad (none)
Taze is a f**king thief
And Russ already got slapped
Like Nash is a f**king snitch
You’re whole team makes me sick (err, like)
Ghetto, Grove, Penge; how the f**k did you switch?
Holy Moly
You don’t trap, you’re working for C
Don’t forget, you want to be me
I gave you trap lessons for free
Your house got burnt down in the G’
You were a virgin at 18
You never built a line with no feens
That’s your cousins spot in OT (but)
The mandem said I shouldn’t bother
But how you reppin’ Penge?
And the Penge yutes spoiled your brother (haha)
Ayy
You should’a known better (should’a known better)
Now look what you done
Please tell me, what have you done? (please)
Please tell me, what have you- (go on)
Umm… I’ll wait
Everyone I beef, cah they’ve all punched you in the face
And this is the way you pay
With hate? Okay
Trap not Carni but, the mandem paid for your vid
And, the mandem paid for your trackie, jewellery
Am I telling fibs?

[Outro]
Yeah man stop talking my name
I’m not gonna speak on this one again, still
Stop calling me out, stop calling me out
Shed no more light on this one, still
Say my name as well man
I’m gonna leave this one as it is
You’re scared my G
Roll on man, pull up on his Bimma
Smoke your friend, I know he’s too inna
You don’t wanna fight, so…
This is what you want
Roll on man, pull up on his Bimma
Smoke your friend, I know he’s too inna
Am I telling fibs?

K. Forest – Take Notes Lyrics

[Chorus]
I bet you if I throw it
You gon’ shake it for those dollar bills, dollar bills, dollar bills
I bet you if I throw it
You gon’ shake it for those dollar bills, dollar bills, dollar bills
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah

[Verse 1]
This shorty used to work at Beauty Supply
Sexy lil’ mama, hair touch her back too
Love to kiss her teeth shorty got an attitude
Curving mens, pretending any service yeah
She tried the school thang
It never worked out
She wanted the cash, cash
She wanted it fast, fast
You’ve been waitin’ ’til your birthday to be cakin’
They won’t know
Shorty they won’t know
That you been goin’ south
South on the pole
You ain’t have to go OT
Shorty you can come see me

[Pre-Chorus]
I got notes
And these faces don’t judge
Take notes
And they got your trust, no lie
I’m letting go of all these faces on you
And only you

[Chorus]
I bet you if I throw it
You gon’ shake it for those dollar bills, dollar bills, dollar bills
I bet you if I throw it
You gon’ shake it for those dollar bills, dollar bills, dollar bills
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah

[Verse 2]
When you started workin’ for the Pyramid
You kept it real low, real low off the grid
Not even your momma knew
Even though, she gave you that thing that you shakin’
You handle business, no strings (yeah)
Only time, things, scared to say
It’s when those hunnids in your g-string
Under the night, under the night you count the bash, baby
They head back to the locker room and count it
Dump it all over the floor and spread it
Separate the ones, the five’s, the twenties, the fifties and the hunnids, the hunnids

[Pre-Chorus]
I got notes
And these faces don’t judge
Take notes
And they got your trust, no lie
I’m letting go of all these faces on you
And only you

[Chorus]
I bet you if I throw it
You gon’ shake it for those dollar bills, dollar bills, dollar bills
I bet you if I throw it
You gon’ shake it for those dollar bills, dollar bills, dollar bills
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah
When I throw cha-ching yeah
Ching yeah, ching yeah

OFB – OT Boppin Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ay, Tefo made this one
TKBeats made this

[Verse 1: Bandokay]
Yo, won’t stop shootin’ ’til the whole ting’s empty
Better take this L like NP or ZT
Swingin’ my blade, don’t tempt me
Farm blocks, late night, no entry
Century, porkies all wan’ arrest me
Man get sault like jezzies
5AM, gettin’ nicked for a murder
No further, he got his drowned, no wellies
Donny got drowned, no wellies
No wellington so we can’t see clear
Foot on the clutch, into gear
Wind down the window, they all disappear
The neighbours like ‘what happened here?’
Donny got shaved but he still got hair
Big drip, little drip, got teared
Got me with Lerky, we had big man scared

[Verse 2: Double Lz]
Ay
Shotgun, man slap, man boot it
Ching man down, now his Canada’s ruined
Don’t think we can sleep on a vio
We came right back and then done two bootings
Chillin’ in a safe spot, what are you doin’?
They just don’t learn like stupid students
Spot any opps, don’t think, just do it
Hundred percent, broski’s gonna shoot it
Hop out the ride, he’s dashin’
Catch him, do man up and then vanish
Free Boogie B, well known savage
Pull up on them and of course they panic
Next day, me and Abz went on a lurk
Didn’t see nuttin’, just one little strangers
This beef is fryin’
Don’t get caught lackin’
Out real late, oh damn, he’s gassin’

[Chorus: Bandokay & Double Lz]
Yo
I see broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
Hopped out the ride and chopped him
The Get Back’s dropped him, everyone’s flossin’
Gassed up, OT boppin’
Machine gun shoppin’
Shotgun lockin’
Two hands, bow and pop him
My aunty still ask if I’m fine
I lost my mind but the money ain’t stoppin’
Due to get long when corn starts flyin’
Buck into A, don’t expect kindness
Ridin’, ridin’, I find it excitin’
Knife it, knife it, somebody’s dyin’
Pipe it, pipe it, babe’s stop pipin’
Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he’s ridin’
Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin’
Jeet it, leave it and let bro swipe it

[Verse 3: Bandokay]
I’m with Al, that’s my big pal
He’s on violence, he don’t make no sound
Spin the whip, give a fuck ’bout the crowd
If you chill the opps, you ain’t makin’ me proud
Bro, what’s wrong with this child?
He got his times two, still runs his mouth
Cuzzy comes to the ends
If broski’s ridin’ then I’m ridin’, no doubt
I got hella leng tings from South
Just bruck their back and open mouths
Me, Bando, I don’t chase no clout
I just hit the oppy, smoke it and I’m out
My broski got nicked like ‘how?’
Just wish him the best when they take him to trial
My broski got nicked like ‘how?’
Just wish him the best when they take him to trial

[Chorus: Bandokay & Double Lz]
I see broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
Hopped out the ride and chopped him
The Get Back’s dropped him, everyone’s flossin’
Gassed up, OT boppin’
Machine gun shoppin’
Shotgun lockin’
Two hands, bow and pop him
My aunty still ask if I’m fine
I lost my mind but the money ain’t stoppin’
Due to get long when corn starts flyin’
Buck into A, don’t expect kindness
Ridin’, ridin’, I find it excitin’
Knife it, knife it, somebody’s dyin’
Pipe it, pipe it, babe’s stop pipin’
Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he’s ridin’
Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin’
Jeet it, leave it and let bro swipe it

[Verse 4: Double Lz]
Ridin’, tappin’, this shit’s fantastic
Ay broski, pass me the dot-dot
Watch man hopscotch, trip, get cabbaged
OFB, we got shottys and daggers
Hammers, pull up on opps and they’re dashin’
Head to blocka, just done a mad ting
Sad ting, done up a yute, no manners
Spill juice, piss off, forget what happened
Angle of arms, I swing it
Dip it, rip it, twist it, kill it
Everyone’s bad ’til bro starts chingin’
Gunshot hole leave you in you existence
We caught one, he left his missus
Pull up on my block, it’s scripts we’re flippin’
Three doors pop, shotgun get lifted
If we caught him, you would’ve seen him on pictures

[Chorus: Bandokay & Double Lz]
Yo, I seen broski watch him, cotch him, mob him
Hopped out the ride and chopped him
The Get Back’s dropped him, everyone’s flossin’
Gassed up, OT boppin’
Machine gun shoppin’
Shotgun lockin’
Two hands, bow and pop him
My aunty still ask if I’m fine
I lost my mind but the money ain’t stoppin’
Due to get long when corn starts flyin’
Buck into A, don’t expect kindness
Ridin’, ridin’, I find it excitin’
Knife it, knife it, somebody’s dyin’
Pipe it, pipe it, babe’s stop pipin’
Cuzzy come down, if I ride, he’s ridin’
Bad B come to the Nizz for a pipin’
Jeet it, leave it and let bro swipe it

Drakeo The Ruler – It’s Regular Lyrics

[Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
You see it nigga, you see the forty nigga
You see the HD forty nigga, you see the beam nigga
You see the hundreds nigga, you see the juice nigga
It’s regular
Shit nigga, probably some regular shit like
All the new blocks, pour it up with me, they pourin’ fours
Percs and bloods, shit is regular nigga like
Shit, shit is crazy like, nigga like pop some regular

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Understand this is regular
Spent six hundred on juice
And eight hundred on shoes, right here because it’s regular
I give some hundreds to my goons
And they’ll put you on the news right now because it’s regular
I know I think I sound cool, but if you walk up in my shoes
You’d understand that it’s regular
Church nigga you don’t understand

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Understand this is regular
Okay you bought a new coupe
My niggas just crashed two
Understand this is regular
I spilled a pint up on my shoes
And then I wiped it off with tools
The chinks know that it’s regular
Niggas say they pouring juice
That’s a twenty in a deuce
My fam know that it’s regular
You really want it with the dude
It’s really what you wanna do

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Understand this is regular
Spent six hundred on juice
And eight hundred on shoes, right here because it’s regular
I give some hundreds to my goons
And they’ll put you on the news right now because it’s regular
I know I think I sound cool, but if you walk up in my shoes
You’d understand that it’s regular
Shit, the shit these niggas understand
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Like, understand this is regular

[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
I’m back at it again, you see me smacking on your friends
Mr. Big Banc Uchie
They heard I’m from the slammers
Niggas wanted me to thunder so I had to bring Durant
Now Mels gotta go to school
‘Cause he got caught up with the tool
He was tryna get a grant
Serving niggas at my shows, it’s time to let these niggas know

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Understand this is regular
Spent six hundred on juice
And eight hundred on shoes, right here because it’s regular
I give some hundreds to my goons
And they’ll put you on the news right now because it’s regular
I know I think I sound cool, but if you walk up in my shoes
You’d understand that it’s regular
Shit, the shit these niggas understand
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Like, understand this is regular

[Verse 3: Royce the Choice]
It’s by choice, not forced
Send him a clip for the torch
Hell nah, this shit ain’t regular
I see the seal cracked off
Well nigga sell it to me half off
If not don’t hit the cellular
They gon’ want to rob you, hear that money right
Eight feet kicking off your chin, you don’t want to fight
I’m freestyling on a limb, I ain’t want to write
I would’ve kept the OT tax but he ain’t wanna fly
Regular, MPG, I spill eight zips
Strip club day trips, this is every day shit
These f**king Maisons hit the pedal of a spaceship
Mixtape dropping nigga, can’t rush greatness

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Understand this is regular
Spent six hundred on juice
And eight hundred on shoes, right here because it’s regular
I give some hundreds to my goons
And they’ll put you on the news right now because it’s regular
I know I think I sound cool, but if you walk up in my shoes
You’d understand that it’s regular
Shit, the shit these niggas understand
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Understand this is regular
Like, like

Cadell – Thug Riddim Lyrics

[Verse]
Having fans don’t make you (thuggish)
So keep on talking rubbish
We know deep down, you ain’t that (thuggish)
I’m still tryna find out who the plug is
So we can take that, I’m way too (thuggish)
I sold drugs on the main road where the pub is
Out in public, that’s (thuggish)
Showed MCs what war dubs is
Turned around, made it a label (thuggish)
And if I draw for the hammer I’m dumping
You better hide under the table (thuggish)
I can never tell feds who done it
I’d rather go to jail and that’s (thuggish)
I was in OT letting guns spit
Then I found out that I loved it (thuggish)

Look, I don’t wanna get remand like my cuz did
So I plugged it (thuggish)
And then don’t wanna ride but when I get a show
They ask where the club is (thuggish)
And feds ducked me down
So I dashed everything in the bush (thuggish)
230 for the lem
Holla at J for the kush (thuggish)
And I paid fourteen for the shine
But I get a little deal for the white (thuggish)
What these MCs do for the fame
Is what cats might do for the buj (thuggish)
And I cruise through the hood like I’ve got no drama
No regrets and no karma (thuggish)
By 25, I want a baby, why?
I don’t wanna be an old father (thuggish)

How can you be in a dressing gown?
You ain’t even had a bath, don’t make me laugh (thuggish)
How you gonna talk about problems
When you’re a walk in the park? Don’t make me laugh (thuggish)
How you gonna talk about girls
When your girl’s a hoe and a half? Don’t make me laugh (thuggish)
How you gonna go on like Dizzee Ras
When you was low in the charts? (thuggish)
And I ain’t lost a war, pain, I’ve got more
Kidnapped and let go, they was not sure (thuggish)
Niggas talk fist fights till I box jaws
Then they hold their mouth like “what for?” (thuggish)
And MCs are meat, I just lockjaw
Lock down dance, go and come out, lock more (thuggish)
Top one, f**k your top four, he wants some but he’s unsure
I started it, why would I stop for? (thuggish)

Nah, that’s a lie
Ask why they draw me out, cause I’m the guy (thuggish)
Ask why they watch me now, I’m on the rise
Ask why my views are low, I never buy and (thuggish)
They don’t wanna say my name, they know they can’t say my name
Cause I’m letting suttin’ fly (thuggish)
They don’t wanna say my name, they know they can’t say my name
If they’ve already died (thuggish)
Come through on this Roman Road ting
They don’t grind, they’re just boasting (thuggish)
Nah, I don’t wanna be 22 like you
I bring my team through on a ghost ting (thuggish)
This time last year, they was all talking rough
Now they ain’t on a sixpence (thuggish)
Like what you saying, It got intense?
What? What you saying, you wanna sit fence? (thuggish)

What you saying, you touched nerves, created shock?
Killed two MCs, made ’em hot (thuggish)
See, they had bars, I had bars
But I went hard, they went straight to pop (thuggish)
See, I was in a label at fourteen
Do you ever think critics can make me stop? (thuggish)
Truth is, it ain’t taking me long
Where do you get the hate for me from? (thuggish)
You can have five mixtapes, 83 songs
You still couldn’t wave at me, don (thuggish)
Here today, but late a week on
I raise the stakes, keep on (thuggish)
Oi, I preed it
Ghetts, this is your flow, keep it (thuggish)
Make sure that nobody teefs it
I ain’t even gonna do another remix (thuggish), swear down
Ask ’bout Cadell and the stuff that he did (thuggish)
Scored so many times and he ain’t conceded (thuggish)
And I mean it (thuggish)

[Outro]
Thuggish
Thuggish
Thuggish
Thuggish
Thuggish
Thuggish
Thuggish
Thuggish
Thuggish
Thuggish

Cadell – Fair & Square Lyrics (feat. Wiley)

[Chorus: Wiley] [x2]
You might hear us on the radio, here and there
Need a new passport, wear and tear
When I see the fans, they glare and stare
So we gotta show love, fair and square
Them man are talkers, we ain’t gotta care
Style’s too sick, that’s why you see us here
With the E3 flag up high in the air
Kill it all year, fair and square

[Verse 1: Cadell]
Been in the music and the road as a kid
My mum said I can’t do both, but I did
Wanted a load so I showed them a bit
Saw me before, so I showed them a vid
Man want money, so I showed them a quid
Put man on the path, showed man how to flip
Truth is, I ain’t really known in the bits
But you hear my tune and you know who it is
Mr Official, you know the govs
Talk to enemies? Then you can’t roll with us
My name stays banging, I ain’t gotta hold a buzz
I terrorize the states on a lonely, cuz
I’m still waiting for a threat to the throne
Lit up a head just to hold me up
And don’t let me hear that there’s food in the bag
I’ll take out a Z like you owe me one

[Chorus: Wiley] [x2]
You might hear us on the radio, here and there
Need a new passport, wear and tear
When I see the fans, they glare and stare
So we gotta show love, fair and square
Them man are talkers, we ain’t gotta care
Style’s too sick, that’s why you see us here
With the E3 flag up high in the air
Kill it all year, fair and square

[Verse 2: Cadell]
And me, I still ride with it, I ride with it, ride with it
Wanna blow but I still ride with it
There’s no point hiding it, and me
I ain’t got a point to prove, don, I still liven it
I coulda’ got nine with it, and I know a lot about the law
But I don’t abide with it, they could never prepare for my living
I don’t care what the doctor found in him
Biz told me to think of my future
So now I’m in OT with the wife chilling
And if Sus don’t feel him, Grimez don’t feel him
No chance of signing him
Grime went dead so I swung by Villain
Hollered at Aks, it was already there, didn’t bring it back
I’ll say it fair and square
Man flex so much but don’t go nowhere

[Chorus: Wiley] [x2]
You might hear us on the radio, here and there
Need a new passport, wear and tear
When I see the fans, they glare and stare
So we gotta show love, fair and square
Them man are talkers, we ain’t gotta care
Style’s too sick, that’s why you see us here
With the E3 flag up high in the air
Kill it all year, fair and square

[Verse 3: Wiley]
I travel light, no baggage, I’m sick of it
Spit bars, make beats for the kick of it
And I get a vibe from the lemon haze
When the lemon’s blazing, the brain starts triggering
Words start flying and the birth of the first line
Leads to the second line
Third line’s gotta be a better line
Faith in the place when I’m setting mine
Them spitters better get in line
Man are really out here, no doubt here, I’m about here
Know everybody and anybody with clout here
Niggas in the north and the south here
Niggas in the east and the west, we know what it’s about here
What? The rat race, dog and the cat chase
This place, that place, humans, this race, that race
Don’t watch this face, that face
We run rings round spitters in the trap race

Cadell – No Hook (Outro) Lyrics

No more beef on social media
Any more problems? Then I’m seeing ya
Plus, we just got that hooptie
To make my situation easier
No more beefing me on diss tracks
Got too many youngers out on dispatch
Got too much responsibility
Niggas try belittle me?
You know that I can’t risk that
No time for idle chit-chat
Disrespect my family
And you know we’re taking no shit chat
And, yeah, you can pay for your shit back
But just in case you don’t
We’re taking teeth that we won’t give back
This summer, I’m shutting down
And, yeah, I might slow it down
But, no, I won’t dumb it down
And this winter, I’m f**king it up
You thought last year was good?
Because that ain’t nuttin’ to us
So, when I catch you stuck in the mud
You better not run in the pub
You better stand your ground
Go and make sure the A-team’s blessed
Roman Road, this ain’t outward-bound
They think I ain’t about it
Because I only move for like a thousand pounds
Soon, I’m gonna go town-by-town and clean up
You can never doubt my sound
I’ve been up the table, said “f**k the labels”
But I need money now
And I never call for a meeting on a sweet ting
I turn up unannounced
I ain’t gotta call these guys washed up
‘Cause they know that the YGs run ’em out
f**k your name, my name was bigger than yours
When I never had nuttin’ out
So many TECs in the crib
You’d think I have corn in the morning
CID with the warrant
I won’t let you perform it
You can take that weed, that’s boring
Officer, I’ve got mula calling
I can’t bring that jawn in when I’m performing
So I’d rather go touring
OT living, get in the car
Where we hit and you’re just a boss
That sneak-dissing got you a scar
Let me ching him, I was like “nah”
Told bro “you’re securing the bag”
So now we’re back, smoking back at the yard
Niggas sneak-dissing, thinking they’re hard
I bet you ain’t got no money on your card
I bet you ain’t got no respect in the streets
I bet you ain’t ready to die for your dargs
Me and my niggas are playing for keeps
You and your niggas are playing charades
You cannot go to the shop for these sweets
And you cannot go to the jail for these bars
Doing the drum, we ain’t making a beat
We’re looking for money and [?]
f**king that pussy, it put me to sleep
Felt like a baby, I slept in her arms
Put this shit out, I don’t want it to leak
Show these bitches I’m a nigga with charm
Wind the [?] up and spin her a yarn, ayy
Bussing a nut, then I’m garn, ayy
Told me to stay out the streets
I told her I’m calm
Look, when the lights are out and nobody is safe
I can’t see dem man about
When I’m riding about, no face, no case
I can’t see dem man about
When I’m bussing a bottle of champs in this rave
I can’t see dem man about
So I don’t know why dem man are acting brave
I don’t see dem man about
But when you see man about
More time, I laugh and get lemon out
If you join the crew, you ain’t getting out
And you’ve heard of me because I get about

DigDat – Daily Duppy Lyrics

Play this song

Part 1

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
(Free Clips)
Ayy, ayy
(Free S)
Ayy, ayy
(Free Scars)
Ayy

[Verse]
My buj runs black like Chyna
I ain’t got the light like Tyga
Whip that, use no bicarb
I’ll make my man swim, no lifeguard
I was so low, tryna stain me a nine bar
Now I’ve got more green than Hyde Park
They hate on DigDat
First time I grip that I was eleven
DSQ for my denim
Shank on my waist, won’t bend like Beckham
I wanna do his and hers
But I can’t find me a bae
I’m flying away
Like Trap, got paper plans
Fuck them bitches, I gotta get gwop first
TSG tryna put us in vans
If I get nicked, won’t converse
Don’t say it’s here where you got served
Feds might stomp the yard
And if I get nicked, won’t snitch
So I doubt they’ll drop that charge
Monday, my ting from Dubai
And I got one in South, she’s brown (Hmm, peng)
I’m out in the town
My young boy fly it, he’s flying back ’round
And Shankz got best of both
On the M way, let him get shit sold
He’s tryna make ‘caine turn rock
So he might not roll if I get a big show
But broski went O too, put on his sim, made like three
(Ayy, ayy)
I got my ex so I’m vex all the time
I don’t ring back when she’s tex’ing my line
Caught a Section 18 with a fifteen inch
Left that road lock arff
Bro had it out but the ting did jam
Lucky that corn didn’t pop off
Feds at my yard in boots
‘Cause I had super drugs
Now I need some links
I’m not sure, who’s got grub?
And I got a Rolex like Wiley
When the cats bell fast, I’m doublin’
Bro, these teeth ain’t tiny
If we slap one, it’s disturbing London
And she’s still out with her ex
But when we sex, she says she’s mine
Two watches, I don’t know which one tells that time
Remember outside, I was rolling with stones
Tryna beat all this rock
Answer my phone like, “wagwan miss”
I really wanna beat this thot
When I walk past, they flick their weave
Man do jobs like Steve
Deliver O’s, break that prof’, we just eat
Got soft in the pot, just boil it
Grease that dots and oil it
I got slapped with thirteen years
I was thirteen, read that on my toilet
I don’t rate them olders
Hate on me ’cause I’m young and I get it
Mad how I dicked her down
Then I gave her back to her man like, “tek it”
Got hoes tellin’ hoes they’re mine
Then someone’s lying, it can’t be true
(She’s lying)

Part 2

[Verse]
Out late with men in black
Made us wanna be bad boys too
Sent her shop for rizla
Make sure you get two packs and juice
Just got a location, bro I can’t wait ’til I find this yute
Long stick in the whip like Django
Now I’m on the sat nav finding routes
Shankz got rock, he don’t sell herbo
Seven G’s, he’ll do three hundred
I was in OT, never done F
But I still had to work these numbers
And my next door was a Kit-Kat
Telling me I’m too loud like carni
He said, just whisper
Cah you might get caught with the smarties
I ain’t got a wifey, she just bops
Comes ’round and teeths this lingo
Do it up in a microwave, soft
And make sure you open the windows
That man looked like a fed
And I served him, ’til this day, I wonder
Now I’m giving them busy signal
If I get shots on unknown number
Cats on my line get cold feet
So my young boy got shots in his sock
Bro got it in a pot, watch it sizzla
He’s tryna get this pack solid as a rock
Get a invitation, no graduation, can’t be stop
Bro just wanna pop corn, told them, don’t get your party shot
My man ain’t been on nuttin’
And he’s been like that from a youngen

Black Eyed Peas – Wings lyrics

When I saw you in my dream
You wore the crown, you were my king
I hope you know you are my everything (everything, everything)
You are the wind under my wings
I’m in the clouds, you take me high (high, high, high, high, high)
You make me float, you make me fly (fly, fly, fly, fly, fly)
I hope you know you are my paradise (paradise)

[Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
And this is how it sounds when I’m walking on the sky
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Boy this love is like a dream
You are the wind under my wings

[Verse 1: will.i.am & Nicole Scherzinger]
Hey bae, you know you got me
OD when I rock your body all night (yeah)
Over time girl, we go OT
You love my D-I-C what you like? (yeah)
Double tap when I saw you on site
You put me in a spell, check you’re my type (yeah)
You’re the kinda chick that I like (yeah)
You’re the kinda chick that I like (yeah)
Hey bae, come tease me, please me
I make you my side piece and my wife (yeah)
Freakin’, then take it easy
Hop in my cockpit, we gon’ take flight (yeah)
When I go down you in paradise
Feelin’ that trill o’ high, so don’t be ‘fraid of heights

[Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
And this is how it sounds when I’m walking on the sky
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Boy this love is like a dream
You are the wind under my wings

[Verse 2: apl.de.ap & Nicole Scherzinger]
Hey bae, you got what I need
I like it when you on me all day (yeah)
Hey bae, I’m planting my seed
Then 39 weeks, she’ll have my baby (what?)
Lately I’ve been thinking ‘bout baby name
But maybe I’m crazy (yeah)
Let’s take it slow, like John Legend’s set (yeah)
Let’s take it slow like John Legend’s set (yeah)
Me and you could take a time
Watch the years and days and hours pass by (yeah)
Hey bae, you got the hourglass type sh**
That’ll make me say “my oh my” (yeah)
Hey bae I love the way you sound
So when we be gettin’ down, you make me feel high

[Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
And this is how it sounds when I’m walking on the sky
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
Du du du du-du du du
Boy this love is like a dream
You are the wind under my wings

[Bridge: sample]
Bring that beat back, bring that beat back
Bring that beat back, bring that beat back
Y’all wanna hear that beat, right?
Two, two, three, four, hit it!

[Verse 3: will.i.am]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, imma let the beat rock
Check it out, [?]
This is my move
I like how you move
You like how I put my needle in you (move)
I take your blues away with this tune that I wrote just for you (move)
We up in that bed, your head’s in ‘dem clouds when I enter you (ooh)
When I enter you (ooh)
When I enter you (move)
Imagine me loving you passionly, making your fantasies true (move)
Imagine me killing the pun-, love fagality, ooh (move)
Imagine us, pictures fabulous, when I zoom in on you (ooh)
When I zoom in, zoom in on you (ooh)
When I zoom in, zoom in on you (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
When I saw you in my dream
You wore the crown, you were my king
I hope you know you are my everything
You are the wind under my wings
I’m in the clouds, you take me high
You make me float, you make me fly
I hope you know you are my paradise

[Chorus: Nicole Scherzinger]
And this is how it sounds when I’m walking on the sky

Roy Woods – Innocence lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ohh yeah, ohh yeah
Is it me? Brr

[Verse 1]
Baby is it me that you’re asking for? is it me
Got a lotta weed, smoke all you want
Girl I’m back, for your ass, fine ass goin’ down
Took a long time to reply, that’s fine
It’s all good when I’m in, it’s all good
It’s all good when you’re out there boss
Ain’t no stress, no stress on my level
Girl I’ve been on the wave, that biddy ain’t on my level
Man I fucked a biddy, hit the pussy up, that’s it
Oh I stopped to go pick that up, that’s an interception
When I walk through, gyal ah pree, who they mention
Check my mentions on Twitter, I still get mentioned
Blow bounce like the hydraulics up in the bitch
I’ll still fuck the bitch, I’ll still ignore the bitch
Fuck her, slap her face, moaning, she say she like it
Turn you over, fuck you from the back, let ’em hear it
I’m a freak, I’m a dog
I might hurt you shorty
I was on Molly before I got to the party
When I come down, fuck a come down, Imma turn up
Catch a young nigga Woods with them shorties til the sun up
I’m still smoking on loud
Girl reach to the car for a second, make her cum four times in the hood
I’m a south side nigga
Make one call to my south side, nigga (one time)
Woah, what’s goin’ in the city, Suhville my nigga
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga (what’s good)
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga (what’s good)
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga yeah (what’s good)
Suhville wagwan my nigga (what’s good), wagwan in the city my nigga (what’s good)

[Bridge]
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up
Still fucked up, you still fucked up

[Verse 2]
On road, everyday it’s a new ting
Who, who’s got a problem, who else want a ring
Everybody wanna shine, number one stunner
While we mob in the city, niggas robbin’ cos of hunger
Mama ain’t seein’ nothin’, she on the same shit
Young nigga don’t wanna keep eating the same dish
Lost in his mind for a bit
Gotta move on over, my girl turn bitch
Makes sense of this life again
They’re not involved in what I’ve been saying with ya’
Niggas need somethin’ to do, get the bigger picture
Before they starvin’, we gotta fix a widow
We were all lost together, so I step up with ya’
I’m in the 6 but I’m tryna’ get comfortable
My niggas told me that workin’ they nights late in studio
Same shit a year ago
Bitches is workin’ the telly, my niggas OT got the work around
What’d you mean she actin’ crazy?
Now what d’you mean niggas is trapped in the city?
Now what d’you mean niggas is packin’ up?
Seen all the fakes tryna’ get around
Salute real niggas, stay real nigga
True to your life, to yourself nigga
You only lie to yourself nigga, that is gon’ make me not fuck with ya’
I’m doin’ me, you do you nigga
No one else can see nothin’ too

Burna Boy – Devil In California lyrics

[Verse 1]
Have to understand what i’m trying to show ya
Take you OT where nobody knows ya
I don’t know what you’ve been told baby
Lately I’ve been on my own baby
I don’t even know where i’m taking ya
Probably on a boat in the middle of the ocean
Way too drunk, I’m way too fucked baby
Popped a molly in the club babe

[Chorus]
Ooh i met the devil out in California
I’ve been living on the edge
But i won’t fall down
Got a couple hunnids for the spending

[Post Chorus]
You should learn to share baby (Oh no)
I’m crazy, I know
How I did it, I don’t know
Heart breaker, all yours
I know I, said i’d change my life
But that was last night
I’m so high
Can’t open my eyes
Can’t look in your eyes

[Verse 2]
You got the juice
I got the sauce
It’s only right we hit it off
But you gotta make a decision
You got the hoes
I got my woes
I cannot lose
But tonight i’m too fucked up to make decisions
I got soo much bitches
It’s like all my life i’ve been knowing somethings been missing
Devil on my shoulder
That’s why i can’t stay sober

[Chorus]
Ooh i met the devil out in California
I’ve been living on the edge
But i won’t fall down
Got a couple hunnids for the spending

[Post Chorus]
You should learn to share baby (Oh no)
I’m crazy, I know
How I did it, I don’t know
Heart breaker, all yours
I know I, said i’d change my life
But that was last night
I’m so high
Can’t open my eyes
Can’t look in your eyes

[Outro]
Give it one more time
But i said that last time
I know i said that last time
But this is the last time
This is the last time
This is the last time (Oh ya)

Lil Wayne – Vizine Lyrics

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 1]
My scene just a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah
My team we could buy teams
Talking dirty money? Check the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry cleaned
Talking dirty money, say I’m rasting
All my goons kidnap your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, sour nightmares
It’s a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can’t afford to pay the light bills
I got a forcefield over my heartbeat
The window seal with no door key
I’m popping pills to feel more me
Cut off the wings now I’m soaring
And I never feel like poor me
I’d rather feel like the old me
I was born with wheels and I roll deep
I could make the devil get cold feet
Don’t like the clove unless it’s four leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef
On my face I tatted me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered with a coca leaf?
I could tell you better than you showed me
I could show you better than you told me
I’m an OG up in OT and it’s no sleep till it’s roast beef
I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, pass your weed
I’m the goat nigga, no goatee

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 2]
Sipping on purple like it’s herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you don’t wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my Gerber
Damn, I done dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like tiger shark
Dressed in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K just like a love
Got a lawyer and an agent but I’m the boss
And my heart always racing but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I’m looking at the riot report
Went and looked at the final score
Bedroom got revolving doors
Bitches in and out smiling more
Than children smiling at a carnival
Ain’t got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B’s nigga, honor roll
Hold up, a nigga found the flow
Started from the bottom bitch
Never been monogamous
Never been monotonous
Never been anonymous
Money is unanimous
Always had accomplices
Always had conglomerates
Always let chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don’t showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love note
Don’t know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

[Chorus]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Outro]
Oh why am I so kamikazee
Why can’t I stay in my seat?
I’m so hyphy
Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies?
Why do I love what I see?
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
RIP, if you can’t live in peace, then you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine

Lil Wayne – Vizine

[Hook]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 1]
My scene just a crime scene
Got the high beams and the sirens, yeah
My team we could buy teams
Talking dirty money? Check the hygienes
All the dirty money get dry cleaned
Talking dirty money, say I’m rasting
All my goons kidnap your offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, sour nightmares
It’s a cold world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can’t afford to pay the light bills
I got a forcefield over my heartbeat
The window seal with no door key
I’m popping pills to feel more me
Cut off the wings now I’m soaring
And I never feel like poor me
I’d rather feel like the old me
I was born with wheels and I roll deep
I could make the devil get cold feet
Don’t like the clove unless it’s four leaf
Get a pussy wetter than a coral reef
On my face I tatted me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered with a coca leaf?
I could tell you better than you showed me
I could show you better than you told me
I’m an OG up in OT and it’s no sleep till it’s roast beef
I better not hear a Little Bo-Peep
Better go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, pass your weed
I’m the goat nigga, no goatee

[Hook]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Verse 2]
Sipping on purple like it’s herbal
Bad brown bitch, Lisa Turtle
On turbo, you don’t wanna disturb him
Momma put too much sugar in my (?)
Damn, I done dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so many titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of lifestyle
Different color diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the park
Eat a nigga face like tiger shark
Dressed in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit your safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, feel like I got Mossed
My nigga treat the K just like a (?)
Got a lawyer and an agent but I’m the boss
And my heart always racing but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child support
Now I’m looking at the riot report
Went and looked at the final score
Bedroom got revolving doors
Bitches in and out smiling more
Than children smiling at a carnival
Ain’t got nothing in common but the common cold
Big B’s nigga, honor roll
Hold up, a nigga found the flow
Started from the bottom bitch
Never been monogamous
Never been monotonous
Never been anonymous
Money is unanimous
Always had accomplices
Always had conglomerates
Always let chopper clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know what time it is
You running out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young Mula bitch, I die for the logo
Cocaine price low, call that a low blow
Tunechi like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don’t showboat
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving like a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a love boat
Better read the ransom note before you read the love note
Don’t know if its sore throat, deep throat or cut throat

[Hook]
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
Why do I look up and see my feet?
Am I rising?
But why do my peak look like it’s out of my reach?
Why can’t I trust what I see?

[Outro]
Oh why am I so kamikazee
Why can’t I stay in my seat?
I’m so hyphy
Try me, why do I see these bloody bodies?
Why do I love what I see?
Why me? Why oh-why-oh why me?
RIP, if you can’t live in peace, you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I need Vizine

Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company (feat. Chris Brown & O.T. Genasis)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown)]
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherfucker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis]
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach nigga, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside nigga, stand on my toes
Cisco nigga, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any nigga say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg)]
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)

KB – Hometeam (feat. Lecrae)

[Intro: KB]
Aye, one time for the hometeam
You know what I mean?
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Ride

[Chorus: Lecrae & KB]
I rep for the hometeam (rep it up)
Reppin’ the hometeam (rep it up)
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
You think you could hold me? (bump)
Reppin’ the hometeam (bump, bump)
Goin’ in OT
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (rep it up, rep it up)
You think you could hold me? (ride) (woo!)
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT (yeah)
Hometeam, hometeam (yeah), hometeam goin’ OT (woo!)
Hometeam, hometeam (yeah), hometeam goin’ OT (yeah)
Hometeam, hometeam (oh yeah), hometeam goin’ OT (ride)

[Verse 1: Lecrae]
Hometeam, hometeam, don’t know your team (don’t know ’em)
We been goin’ hard since ’03
Mic drop, Kobe
They can’t stop us, they can’t hold me (nah)
Don’t mistake me for the old me
This that new edition only
Bobby Brown my Tenderoni
Might just David your Goliath
Chopped the head off of a giant (ugh)
You ain’t messin’ with beginners, we in here to win it, ooh, I wish they’d try it
Yeah, I done took a few losses
Worked even harder in the offseason
Then I came back feelin’ awesome
Now watch me, I’m ’bout to boss up!
Beast mode in the back field, you know my team got the sauce
I look up to Jesus and Iverson
Ooh, that’s a mean double cross
My team got tunnel vision
Always see us win, win, win
Your team never showed up
Where y’all been, been, been?
Ride

[Chorus: Lecrae & KB]
[I rep for the hometeam (yeah)
Reppin’ the hometeam
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
You think you could hold me? (woo!)
Reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
Goin’ in OT
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
You think you could hold me? (ride) (woo!)
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT (yeah)
Hometeam, hometeam (yeah), hometeam goin’ OT (woo!)
Hometeam (hometeam), hometeam (yeah) (hometeam), hometeam goin’ OT (yeah)
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT(12730283)

[Verse 2: KB]
Yeah, so, you wanna bring war?
I got the, I got the faith
Saint Nicholas down in the Bay, they say I gotta sleigh
Say they wanna bring war
You gon’ need more light
You gon’ need more, yeah
You gon’ need more
You gon’ need to be more street lord
C4, police force, Marine Corp
Better bring forth your resource
Look at the report, no record, destroy your retort
It’s a breeze like a D.R. resort, like oh—
We are [?] and you ain’t never had our joy, on the come up
Cross ’em all up, dot on the T
Life gave us lemons, flick it in the Arnold Palmer
Porsches eloquent, horses pedallin’
Trunk in the front, call it elephant
Ain’t competitive, we want a white horse
With angels ahead of it reverin’
That’s what we like here
Team savage like we lighters
Can’t toy with the story, Gospel will buzz for lightyears
Can a brother flow this presidential wife here?
I feel I can’t lose
Nothing left to prove
Halle-Hallelu—
HGA reppin’ this thing like D.A
Simple fee day, fee day, VA
Rich mind in the grace, the grace
Squad won’t behave in the A
In the Father, been a teammate, teammate
Comin’ out your PA, be great, be great, Jesus

[Chorus: Lecrae & KB]
I rep for the hometeam (yeah)
Reppin’ the hometeam
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
You think you could hold me? (woo!)
Reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
Goin’ in OT
I’m reppin’ the hometeam (yeah)
You think you could hold me? (woo!)
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT
Hometeam, hometeam, hometeam goin’ OT

Trippie Redd – Bust Down

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, oh
Yeah! 14, 14, baby, yeah
Every time I bring them racks, baby
While we eatin’, spend that bag, the whole bag, baby, I

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, ayy I just got a new Porsche (I just got a new Porsche)
Rocket got a ‘Rari, that’s a new horse (that’s a mothafuckin’ new horse)
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Newport (smoke a nigga like a Newport)
Ayy, yeah, what’s your net worth? (yeah, what’s your net worth?)
Yeah, pussy boy, what’s your net worth? (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Diamonds ’round my neck like what my neck worth (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Yeah, bitch it’s bust down (bust down, bust down, ayy)

[Chorus]
My wrist is bust down, it’s bust down (bust down)
‘Bout to get my Apple Watch bust down, it’s bust down, yeah (bust down)
Lil’ bitch come through bust down, she bust down (bust down)
I don’t give two fucks now, no fucks now, no (bust down)

[Verse 1]
Rollin’ around with a bad bitch (with a bad bitch)
Yeah, Trippie Redd, I went and copped a bag, bitch
Yeah, spend that money, make it right back, bitch (make it right back, bitch)
Big ballin’, yeah, that’s a habit (that’s a mothafuckin’ habit)
Ooh, in expensive fuckin’ fabric
Stay saucin’ on you, that’s a habit
If I like it, cop it, I’ma have it (I’ma mothafuckin’ have it)
Yeah, steady causin’ havoc
Ooh, makin’ money, boy, you’s a savage
Mama raised a mothafuckin’ savage (that’s a mothafuckin’ savage)
Ooh the streets raised a mothafuckin’ savage
And the industry made me a brand new savage, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, ayy I just got a new Porsche (I just got a new Porsche)
Rocket got a ‘Rari, that’s a new horse (that’s a mothafuckin’ new horse)
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Newport (smoke a nigga like a Newport)
Ayy, yeah, what’s your net worth? (yeah, what’s your net worth?)
Yeah, pussy boy, what’s your net worth? (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Diamonds ’round my neck like what my neck worth (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Yeah, bitch it’s bust down (bust down, bust down, ayy)

[Chorus]
My wrist is bust down, it’s bust down (bust down)
‘Bout to get my Apple Watch bust down, it’s bust down, yeah (bust down)
Lil’ bitch come through bust down, she bust down (bust down)
I don’t give two fucks now, no fucks now, no (bust down)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, this how you live when you popin’
Ballin’ on you suckers, had no option
Fuckin’ on a mothafuckin’ thottie
That’s a mothafuckin’ new body
It ain’t nobody, ain’t nobody
Swear it ain’t no ho up in my body
Tatted up, OT all on my body
Yeah, boolin’ with a bitch named Armani
Yeah, ayy, just saucin’ and boolin’
I’m just foolin’, I’m all in
I got big racks, a lot to spend, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh, ayy I just got a new Porsche (I just got a new Porsche)
Rocket got a ‘Rari, that’s a new horse (that’s a mothafuckin’ new horse)
Smoke a pussy nigga like a Newport (smoke a nigga like a Newport)
Ayy, yeah, what’s your net worth? (yeah, what’s your net worth?)
Yeah, pussy boy, what’s your net worth? (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Diamonds ’round my neck like what my neck worth (what’s your mothafuckin’ net worth?)
Yeah, bitch it’s bust down (bust down, bust down, ayy)

[Chorus]
My wrist is bust down, it’s bust down (bust down)
‘Bout to get my Apple Watch bust down, it’s bust down, yeah (bust down)
Lil’ bitch come through bust down, she bust down (bust down)
I don’t give two fucks now, no fucks now, no (bust down)

[Outro]
Give a love letter to you, baby
Had to give you two, baby
If you ain’t heard then you’re too late
Yeah, fresh and clean like toothpaste
Yeah, love letter to you is too great

Kash Doll – 2 On Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
Wake up in the morning give me head, nigga
Treat me like a queen, breakfast in the bed, nigga
Yeah, if you scared call the rev, nigga
Thick bitch, so you better come prepared nigga
Yeah, OT shit
I be in L.A popping bottles on the beach, shit
I’m so fucking G, we should call this shit the G mix
Kash Doll, Tinashe, baby it’s the remix!

[Hook: Tinashe]
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love to let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love 2, let’s roll

[Verse 2: Kash Doll]
Kash Doll, with the ass out
Throw it back, make a grown nigga tap out
Fuck a baller, belly nigga, pull some racks out
If you ain’t got no cash, nigga sit your ass down
Dang, all in a bitch face
Talking bout you bout to ball like, oh bitch, k
I’m with some bad bitches
Type you never had bitches
I might let you hit it, but you couldn’t pay the tab nigga

Vince Staples – Samo (Big Fish Theory Album)

[Intro: Kilo Kish]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Same old thang
Watch me do the same old thang
If I wrote your ass a love song, could I make it bang?
If I pull up with my gun drawn, run, I make it bang
Homie, tell me where you come from, tell me what you bang
Ain’t a damn thing funny, but we laughin’ to the bank
Never blow it on a chain, rather blow my fuckin’ brain
Decorator came from Spain, blow the budget on an accent couch
What that accent ’bout? Southern California livin’
Daddy in and out of prison, ain’t a father to my style
I’m the ODB of the OPB
When I go OT, all the shows sold out
And the hoes show out, tryna be a baby mama
Tryna break a player pockets, that’s a no no
This day forward, I ain’t takin’ photos
And we wear our own clothes, we ain’t givin’ promo no mo’

[Chorus: Vince Staples, (Kilo Kish) & A$AP Rocky]
Just the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing
Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Same old
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Chain, big chain, ain’t shit changed, same old thing

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Win the race or fix your face, your woman on my dinner plate
I’m comin’ for that last supper, center seat, I’ve been a G
I traffic ‘cross the interstate
We cracked and launched the murder rate
They know who did the killin’, but they didn’t see
Want a verse? Issa price. Want a show? Issa fee
We don’t do no bargain shoppin’, we don’t show no empathy
Empty out your pockets, $10,000 fee for that talkin’
Eye contact is an extra five
No doubt in mind, we the best alive
No testifyin’, we solid
Never told on my partners
My partna them got bodies
I’m tryna put ’em in ‘Raris
They used to put us in G rides, so now I put ’em in college
Put ’em on with this business then put ’em on with your mama

[Chorus: Vince Staples, (Kilo Kish) & A$AP Rocky]
Just the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing
Do the same old thing, do the same old thing (way up, way up)
Watch me do the same old thing, just the same old
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Same old
Same thing (way up, way up, way up, way up)
Chain, big chain, ain’t shit changed, same old thing

[Outro : Kilo Kish]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up

Pressa – No Stomach

Keep Motivated

[Hook]
She don’t got no stomach, ​I love it
​The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
​And she always said she love me, her slogan
​She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit
​​She, she don’t got no stomach, I love it
The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
​And she always said she love me, her slogan
​She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit

[Verse 1]
I say I’m so BFR, and your bitch know who we are
Took your bitch I took her far
OT, we do a bar
Might fuck shit up when I yard
Might just buy myself a mansion, and fuck up (up) the law
Went from pouring out Henny to pouring out Perignon
Everybody know who we are, I been trapping going hard
She know Pressa go bizarre, what’s a sideline to a star
Imma small but feelin’ large
And my trap faster than cars, SRT it’s push to start
I got Xans [?] like tar
Girl be honest, ballin on be on it
And my diamonds flawless
Niggas in my city they ain’t like me, they ain’t on it
Used to love them bands, now I love Visas in my wallet

[Hook]
She don’t got no stomach, ​I love it
​The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
​And she always said she love me, her slogan
​She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit
She, she don’t got no stomach, ​I love it
​The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
​And she always said she love me, her slogan
​She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit

[Verse 2]
Lil nigga in the hall, pop a [?] without a ball
She so fake like [?]
She back it up I need a walk
Everybody got a baddie, mine’s just better than yours
And all she ever knew, was in it no more
She eat silent at the Keg, [?] of a sports bra
And sometimes she hit me with that crazy face I couldn’t say no
I been buying up the bar, that shit cost me next to none
And these niggas claim they ballin’, it’s more easier said than done
She got pretty for the kid and now she mad I didn’t notice
But ma of course I notice, I just can’t make you know it
I started getting fame, now these girls they actin’ different
Now they throw they panties when they didn’t want throw they digits

[Hook]
She don’t got no stomach, ​I love it
​The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
​And she always said she love me, her slogan
​She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit
She, she don’t got no stomach, ​I love it
​The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
​And she always said she love me, her slogan
​She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit

Future – I Thank U (Hndrxx Album)

Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this

Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’m a never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
[?], I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
You made me a hustler

Slayter – Smile (Rngl Album)

[Intro]
Yea it’s just me and you right now

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Verse 1]
And I don’t leave the crib without her
Got my hands and my fingers ’round her
When it’s cold I put the mink around her
Got me paranoid I can’t drink around her
She got some marks on her
From her last nigga
And she always sitting passenger
I try my best not to damage her
I love to finger fuck until she bust

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Verse 2]
She was someone else’s
But now she on my boxers
Take her to my block
I even show her ’round the projects
Every time we come out
The homies say I’m wylin’
They don’t like it when I bring her
Shit be getting violent
We had our little problems
But she always with me
She never gonna leave me
Cause she love the money
She hide behind the trash
When we see the police
Shit went crazy in the city
So I took her OT

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Hook]
Every time you see me
You know I make you smile
Even though a nigga
Ain’t seen you in a while
Texting on my phone
Said she want it right now
Pop a couple xans
Blackout on the couch
Woke up in her whip
With my dick in her mouth
Audi A4
About to leave out the house
That’s my down bitch
Is what I’m talking about
When I’m hitting licks
She be looking me out

[Outro]
ColdGame over everything
I never gave a bitch a wedding ring
But you know my aim killing game

Future – I Thank U Lyrics

[Intro]
Pluto
I can see it written all over your face
You doubted me from the first day
And it never went away
So I say this…

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
‘Cause you made me a hustler

[Verse]
You not a part of my destiny, I tell ya
I was just servin’ that fishscale in lobbies, yeah
This money comes faster than a mothafucka and it’s obvious
Pour some more syrup on me
Throw some more dirt on me
But I’ma never give up
Top down in the wintertime, fuck the temperature
They got it heated, now we undefeated
Comin’ so conceited, but I really need it
Eight figures, big tippers
Yacht party, a hundred strippers
Can’t record it, it’s confidential
Presidential, shout out at it to ’em
Fundamentals, keep it really simple
Richard Mille, I did for OGD
Save it up and send it OT
Makin’ mills tryna OD
I’m in the Hills tryna find peace
These Bel Air neighbors so nosy
Black Draco, got me cozy
It was perfect timing like a Rollie

[Chorus]
Girl I thank you, I thank you
I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I wanna thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I thank you, I thank you
‘Cause you made me hustle
I wanna thank you, I need to thank you
You made me a hustler

Nav – The Man (The Introduction Album)

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 1]
These niggas rap careers is dead, yeah
Mad cause I’m the man, yeah
They wanna feed me lead, yeah
Better aim for my head, yeah
Even if I don’t live, yeah
My shooters gonna leave you dead, yeah
Rolling off of meds, yeah
His bitch gave me head, yeah
His bitch send me texts, yeah
She said that I’m up next, yeah
She want a brown boy from the Rex, yeah
Smoking on the best, yeah
I’m drinking purple and some red, yeah
Free up Body Fuck the Feds, yeah

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 2]
I need a bitch that’s got some substance
All these bitches want is money
When you see me out in public know I’m rolling off of something
She think I’m drinking Robitussin
You see that Sprite there? Don’t you touch it
She don’t want no broke boy
They want some beats they cost a lot I let them know boy
I feel like french my niggas OT selling Coke boy
They turn the volume up they music making no noise
Don’t take me simple now you know boy

[Hook]
Ballin’
Every night a movie scene, this bitch is calling (what’s up)
Say she wanna fuck with me, she pop a Molly
Now she dancing like Billy Jean she wanna go home
And she wanna go wit me cause
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans
She know I’m the man, she got no money she got no plans
Designer Pants, pouring up fours and given out xans

[Verse 3]
"NAV…where are you?"
You know I got those xanies on me shorty, shorty
You know I got them bands on me shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty, shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty
You know I got those xanies on me shorty, shorty
You know I got them bands on me shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty, shorty
You know your boyfriend ain’t the man shorty

[Verse 4]
Yeah I took a couple L’s so you know I’m on the road now
Keep a bad ass bitch and she always stay ten toes down
Is you really riding girl you know I gotta know now
And I keep a couple hitters with me always stay ten toes down
Ten toes down, ten toes down, ten toes down, ten does down

Joey Bada$$ – Victory

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 1]
First things first, uh, shoutout to the sponsors
Everything I do I do it big, I’m a monster
The kid from West Brooklyn, came with the thunder
Every day another triple-double entendre
At times I sit and wonder how I keep from going under
But I always beat the clock like Kyrie Irving at the buzzer
Looking in the crowd, at the audience they love us
Got a team of warriors nobody ranked above us
And I got love for my brothers keep the chemistry strong
We gon’ be up for a while like keep the legacy goin’
The most valuable Pro heading straight for the throne
I’m in a lane of my own, two-three when I get in my zone
Even when I’m OT man I still feel at home
The G-O-A-T when it’s all said and done
They only make legends where I’m from
Been known we won before the song begun

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
’cause this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

[Verse 2]
I know that you wishing he prolly break a leg
And even if they still wheelchair him in the end
‘Til his last stand, swear I got love for my fans
Back by popular demand, I’m the man
All I do is win I feels like a highlight reel
I put numbers on the board even scores up the floor for real
I do it just for sport
Like the homies with the rock in the white tube socks
Word is bond, I am the one
I got it locked, up in the cluster, pressure on
Back on the block, I call the shots
You sit and watch when I’m against the clock I make the world stop
Hold up, but let’s get back to business please
I’ma be up for a while I know you sick of me
Y’all ain’t real ballers, y’all just little leagues
And we ain’t taking no losses we the winning team, East

[Hook]
And this feels like a victory
The competition looks slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story, no mystery
Yeah, ’cause this feels like a victory
The competition look slim to me
Yeah, ’cause this story is history
Homie this my story

Tory Lanez – New Year / $auce Baby (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

New Year

[Verse]
I said fuck a single bitch ’cause I need two of ya
I said fuck a single bitch, I need a new of ya
I said fuck a single bitch, I need a two-pair
While I’m poppin’ on this bitch just like the new year
All my bitches so outdated, got the new year
She can’t fuck if we ain’t make the new year
She can’t fuck if we ain’t make the new year
I’ll be stuntin’ on you bitches on the new year
You got one bitch, nigga, I got two yeah

$auce Baby

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I might walk in with my niggas just like "Fuck it"
Bitch, I walk in with no niggas, bitch you buggin’
I might take like thirty-thousand out and chuck it
Go to V Live just to see them bitches bust it
Young rich nigga, I came up sellin’
I was on the corner, why them niggas jealous
I was never on the phone talkin’, female-ing
But I always got it sent like it’s emailin’
Yeah, bitch I got the sauce, I don’t need to talk on the train
I can’t hear the line like hushy hushy in the Bay
Rich young nigga, drop a pot off in your laptop
Trapper of the year, I’m gettin’ top off in the trap, yeah
Ballin’, OT ballin’
Every time we walk up in here, it look like the whole team’s Jordan
It’s too much designer that the whole team’s sportin’
So you look at us and think the whole team’s spoiled up

Suck a nigga dick or something

[Verse 2]
It’s a young nigga with the dough
I just bought a chopper with a scope
With this bad bitch, keep it on the low
Happy eatin’ chicken, thuggin’, sleepin’ on the floor
For my bitch in bathrobes, let me move like an asshole
All because the way the cash flow
I’m in Lawrence and I’m tourin’ with a bad, bad, little one
From Houston like a nigga with the Astros
I got ten toes, penny bitches in our pent-floors
On your bitch, I got the infos
Haters act up when they know I’m out with that pacheco
Bitches see me and they move like they nymphos
I like bitches looking good in all they, Snapchats
Fuck around and make a movie, let me snap that
You can fuck those bitches easy, ain’t no Kat Stacks
Don’t be hatin’ on a nigga when I smash that

[Outro]
Fargo, yeah

Schoolboy Q – Dope Dealer (feat. E-40)

I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black
I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap
I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack
I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back
I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat
I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat
I use to fly around your city nigga no ID
I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy
We got F 57s and we savages, beasty
My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers
Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers
But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable
Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable
I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)
Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash
The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones
The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos
Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos
Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday
Get out the way
I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll
I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga
Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga
Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga
Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low
Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go
Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’
We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled
You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips
Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip
I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came
They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame
I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope
The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow
We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep
I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

You heard what I mean, its your boy yeah its Smacc mane
Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean
We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man
You funky cock biatch

White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom
White stones, panties gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big dope, blow your nose, boom