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Illmaculate & Onlyone – Grow Ops Lyrics (feat. Yukmouth)

[Verse 1: Only One]
I sold grams, I sold weight
I sold Pakistan, I sold Grapes
I was smoking OG Kush in ’08
When y’all didn’t even know the names of your own strain
I showed ’em the ins and outs
Before motherf**kers knew the difference between ins & outs
Never even been in a drought
A police officer, is something I don’t give a shit about

[Illmaculate]
So many reasons to hate ’em it’s hard to pick one out
Pick ’em out, at the trough, pigging out
Stick ’em now we skipping town
Stick shift I’m out jurisdiction now
Pigs wanna record me
And set a sting for me
But the judge got a thing for me

[Hook: Only One]
The more weed to clip, the more grow ops
The more police that trip, the more gun shots
No finger prints, no mug shot
No eye witnesses, no drug charge

[Illmaculate] {​x2}​
f**k advice, illegal search from info that’s passed down (down)
Tell the D.A. you love my shit

[Verse 2: Only One]
The IRS, a bunch of f**king low lifes to me
I don’t know exactly why I really don’t like police
I been poor my whole life, nah I don’t buy my beats
I don’t ghost write, all the dead rappers ghost write for me
Place the seeds of doubt with trees
Exchange G’s for pounds
I really lived on the streets, f**k what the streets about
Yeah I’m on that

[Illmaculate]
Regular road trips
Rentals that holds whips instead of my own shit
Rap money slow up I’m betting on both flips
New money, getting my bread up with old licks
My head’ll tell me depending on those chicks
Percent is the loc split
Quit spending and go get, bread
Peddling dope, attention is so thick
Slept on but won’t quit
The Feds on my phone…click
Head on swivel, feet on pivot
Watch the company you keep when you leave home with it
Only five over the limit, oh so driven
No kidding, windows tinted, my clothes scented
From the new flavors we blew major, my suit tailor
Move weight and I’m food saver a few favors

Salute
Tell the D.A. you love my shit
The judge got a thing for me
Tell the D.A. you love my shit

[Verse 3: Yukmouth]
Go to sleep every night smoking on loud
Waking up baking I’m smoking on strong
I do the rig and at night the collector
I don’t fool with pipe and I don’t do no bong
Sipping Patron, rolling up cones
Smoking a whole zip then I get in my zone
Get it? A zip is a zone
We balling and all of my niggas is on
Twisting o.z.’s in one joint boy
Them Megatron’s go dumb boy
Shotgun blow to your lung boy
That shatter glow, some dumb goy
My blades chop ’em, Bruce Leroy
Back in the day was a D-Boy
Now I’m growing them trees boy
Got 20 lights an O.G. boy
Got a hundred clones, that’s me boy
Grow factory, that’s all me
My weed man’s so salty, I told him “f**k off” and don’t call me
Like Devin The Dude I got Coffee
Please tell the Feds to get off me
Got a grow card and a med card
Pop 2-1-5, so I’m all G
I’m all G, Gucci belt
Stack of G’s, Gucci hat
20 p’s, Louie bag
Made ’em cash out, Gucci bag
Then I skeed off in the newest Jag’
Black F tight, yeah the Coupe is back
Gotta be shadowed when I do a dab
Then I wipe my nail off on a Gucci rag
Zilla

[Hook]

Drakeo The Ruler – Wrist Broke Lyrics (feat. Skeme)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
Go against the Ruler, see long ropes and pitchforks
Ugh, I guess my lingo really gets to ’em
Ten chains on me, you see me, you do the stiffarm
Lightning brighter than, I ain’t even throw my wrist on
My shoes look cleaner, why I need help tryna get on
Niggas big time rappers, why y’all ain’t got none of this shit on?
Shit nigga, this shit crazy huh?
Drakeo put the F&N down, you just a maniac
LED lights on my wrist, wish I could turn ’em down
Cooler how I’m coolin’, the Ruler, LA just like my sound
Do what I do, I can use this shit in Pakistan
Ugh, I like this shit
At the battle of the Maisons, on morse with lightning sticks
Better watch your bitch when approaching, you might get hit
Just cracked a whole break in the air, I like the scent
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
Bruce Lee kicks for niggas thinkin’ that they Kimbo
I’m him though, shit, I think my wrist froze
Bruce Lee kicks for niggas thinkin’ that they Kimbo

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
I can see you panhandling, look like your wrist broken
Man let that bitch breathe, I think my wrist broke, shit
Be quiet Daniel, I think my wrist broke

[Verse 2: Skeme]
The Duke and the Ruler, we probably make your bitch a slave for them knots
She a choosy suzy, askin’ what I paid for my watch
Blow forty K, f**k out of here what my Rollie say
Rappers lyin’ like they bomin’, livin’ where they homies stay
Clean as a whistle but still ridin’ with this throwaway
Silly billies, think a nigga slippin’, shit that’s your mistake
I’m usually on they necks but if they play I’m on his throat today
We catch a body, bury a body, that shit a frozen case
Sittin’ at the top, I’m lookin’ ’round like it’s a lonely place
Think about this shit again like it’s the only place
These niggas claimin’ that they kin but we don’t know they face
Holy water flooded on my neck, make my soda shake
Weight of the world on my back but keep my shoulders straight
Realest shit that ever been said, that’s what I’m known to say
Lil homie come for what’s mine, you gettin’ blown away
Niggas actin’ like they ain’t know, I’ll make ’em know today

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Damn it Daniel, I think my wrist broke
I can see you panhandling, look like your wrist broken
Man let that bitch breathe, I think my wrist broke, shit
Be quiet Daniel, I think my wrist broke

Jay Fizzle – Introduction Lyrics

[Intro]
Fah, fah
Racks racks
Fizzle
Gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Whole lot of paper route business
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Paper route Taliban
Big grape
Crip

[Chorus]
Pockets on full, strapped with that forty, yeah
I hear the little shit that you talkin’
I don’t sip lean, but I smoke weed, yeah
Strong got a lil nigga coughin’
Leave a nigga dead, put him in the grave, yeah
Put a lil nigga in a coffin
Nigga you a bitch, nigga you a ho
CEO want you gone, lil nigga I got you

[Verse 1]
I got two guns, ayy, try me, get pop popped
I got two sons, play with them, no question, you got
I got coupon, I got a nigga whacked for the cheap
Ayy, big Grape nigga, big C, ayy
Double G down to the feet, yeah
Big Tigga my role model
And Mad Max nigga off Shottas
I feel like the plug, El Chapo
You was hoopin’ in school, I was robbin’
Gang turned up, nigga Taliban
Hood on go like Pakistan
You ain’t heard, now you heard, nigga I’m the man
Pop a nigga’s ass like a rubber band

[Bridge]
I’m the plug lil nigga, that’s why I look like this
I’m the shooter lil nigga, that’s why I move like this
I got the Glock lil nigga, that’s why I walk like this
My pockets fat lil nigga, that’s why I talk like this
I’m the plug lil nigga, that’s why I look like this
I’m the shooter lil nigga, that’s why I move like this
I got the Glock lil nigga, that’s why I walk like this
My pockets fat lil nigga, that’s why I talk like this

[Verse 2]
Been with the shit, no toilet bowl
I, turn a nigga head to a hole
TT he loc, that man can’t fold, ayy
Play with lil cuz and get smoked
I’m rollin’ dope, I’m smokin’ dope, yeah
Burn the lil hairs off my nose
Trap never close, knock at the door, yeah
I get you served on the boat
Water on me like a Fanta
Shittin’ on niggas, no Pamper
Chopper turn niggas to dancers
He the wrong smoke, don’t do cancer
I shot his ass like a Newport
Trappin’ and robbin’ my new sport
I f**ked a thot and got two ‘borts
Then f**ked this bitch in like two bullets

[Interlude]
Paper route business nigga
Paper route Fizzle nigga
Big grape
Fah fah
That’s all you gon’ hear me say in the foreign
Dumpin’ out the window nigga
Fah fah

[Chorus]
Pockets on full, strapped with that forty, yeah
I hear the little shit that you talkin’
I don’t sip lean, but I smoke weed, yeah
Strong got a lil nigga coughin’
Leave a nigga dead, put him in the grave, yeah
Put a lil nigga in a coffin
Nigga you a bitch, nigga you a ho
CEO want you gone, lil nigga I got you

Lil Uzi Vert – R.I.P. Chico Lyrics

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Play this song

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man‚ I miss lil Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me‚ he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on duo (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular‚ I tapped out from the deep throat

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, what you saying? Uh, tell me what you saying, uh
Serving sand, uh, in front of the cam’, uh
Counting bands, huh, on top of the land
You’s a fan, yeah, we [?] put you down, yeah
Took a stand, yeah, that boy, he’s a cancer (Bitch)
20 bands, yeah, 20 get you canceled (Bye-bye)
Swerve that Range, yeah, this is not a Land Rover (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh (Ooh), ooh (Chico)
Ooh (Ayy, three hoes, ayy), ooh (Oh)
Uh, understand (Understand)
Ooh, you don’t understand, understand (Understand)
What I had to do as a man (As a man)
Just to make it all the way from the land (From the land)
And still able to go to the land (To the land)
I’m still stunned that he really took the stand
But that’s okay, we cut his ass off like a branch (Like a branch)
Ooh, I got all the sauce, don’t need no ranch (Don’t need no ranch)
MAC-11 got your outfit damped (That’s the MAC, yeah)
Yeah, and my necklace shining like a lamp (Lamp)
These niggas don’t want it with my team (No, they don’t)
Yeah, I texted his girl at 4:03 (1600, yeah)
Yeah, I found out he was an O-P-P (1600, yeah)
Shawty walked past, act like he ain’t on me (Ooh)
‘Cause he know I had that 30 on my belt (On my belt)
Got them hollow tips so you can’t scream for help (No, you can’t)
Now you laying all on the floor
You did that for 304
That we don’t even own
She fuck with a nigga from way back
That gave her her own
Thousand dollar cologne
Ring, ring, which phone?
I’m so high, I don’t know
I’ma show you broke niggas what getting money about (‘Bout)
My mansions so big inside, damn near I put a house (House)
Diamonds on my wrist, these shits is wetter than her mouth (How?)
Cause a murder scene, pick up the bullets, now we out (We out)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan, we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they faneto
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Remember I walked out my house to a shootout, it was veto (Woo)
This was way before I was toting my pole
But he did the stain, he ain’t need me though (Ayy)
2010, ran two, three poles
Me and lil’ [?], them know what we on (What?)
And now I go out field, two, three rolls (Ayy)
Run up a 50 on two or three shows
And my boy Uzi get 80 a show (80 a show, what?)
So we got all the hoes
Told my jeweler, “Man, I don’t wanna see no gold” (Pointers)
I want all of those (Ayy)
And we can’t wait for a new opponent
Free smoke, we want all of those
50 round drum stay up on us
Draco, flippin’ them car right over
I go nuts for my fallen soldiers
First like the Rover, I’m not [?] (Ayy)
Long live [?], ooh, [?] (What?)
Just talked to [?] about [?] the other day
He said, “Wish I was home”
Can’t let no fuck nigga see me cry, only when I’m alone (When I’m alone, R.I.P. the nigga)
Smoke dope when I’m alone
Pray the Lord’ll let me go blazin’ when he call me home
I ain’t seen them Ms, let me go brazy ‘fore you call me home
I made a hundred Ms, I been touched the Ms

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat

Sal Houdini – Parlé Lyrics

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Play this song

(Verse 1)
Maybe I’m insane, or I’m stupid in love
Maybe it’s the way that you never give up
I’ll love you the same‚ I ain’t switchin’ it up
Love is on fire the way you lit it up
Oh‚ oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop

(Chorus)
I don’t go for no one hardly‚ hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé‚ blasé, yeah
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop
I don’t go for no one hardly‚ hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah

(Verse 2)
Fuck with me from Friday to Friday, yeah
Beauty somethin’ like Aphrodite, yeah
Your man doesn’t have to find out anything
Vacay to an island like Hawaii, yeah
Show stopper
You won’t find yourself another better partner
Since you playin’ with my feelin’s, do it harder
I imagine fuckin’ me for you’s an honor

(Chorus)
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah

(Verse 2)
Oh yeah, welcome to the party
We got bitches, we got liquor, we got coke, and molly
Got a bad bitch from Pakistan, and one Somali
Got a chick who’s from L.A., turns out she’s Afghani
Got the whole lot shakin’, that’s my new Ferrari
Your girl told me take her out, I got her calamari
Squad just tryin’ to turn up, got ’em all Bacardi
I need money, I need foreigns, I need way more sorries, yeah
Maybe I’m insane, or I’m stupid in love
Maybe it’s the way that you never give up
I’ll love you the same I ain’t switchin’ it up
Love is on fire the way you lit it up
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop

(Chorus)
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah
Oh, oh
Speak in tongues
Weekend’s up
And we can’t stop
I don’t go for no one hardly, hardly
You already know the vibes shawty, shawty
And you know just how I do and parlé, parlé
And my crew is in the cut blasé, blasé, yeah

blackbear – gucci linen lyrics

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(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her “You can have anything you want in here”, ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem, yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

[Verse 1: blackbear]
I make a lot a year, I see a lot of tears
I made a lot of girls cry, don’t really know why
I’m at the W getting W’s
I ain’t do this shit because I want to, I just gotta have it
And I don’t need no practice, got it in the basket
Got a Louis bag for lust, I’m cashing
And I’m about to go and play a show and make 50 racks
That’s big facts, that’s a flex
I just did it with no label, that’s a fact, that’s a fact
I just did it on the table, whoa

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Miseducation of Tity Boi
Umbilical cord filled with plenty drugs (yeah)
My mama a G and my daddy dead
I went to the prom wearing black and red
The neighborhood turn into Pakistan
Middle of the war zone, I was back in ‘Nam
With some caps, with some packs and some nappy dread
Shoot at you, then shoot at the ambulance
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, uh
Marble floor all to my stairs, uh
My circle don’t fuck with no squares, uh
When I fuck ’em, I fuck ’em in pair, yeah
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, yeah
Green and the white and the red, yeah
I took me one to the head, uh
Then I took me one to the bed, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem, yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

Future – Low Life (feat. The Weeknd) lyrics

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[Refrain]
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high

[Intro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else? (Hey)
Got some bitch from Follies with us (‘scuse me, ‘scuse me)
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club up, what else?
(Get, get, get)

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
I turn the Ritz into a poor house
It’s like eviction number four now
Go ‘head and ash it on the floor now
Girl go ahead and show me how you go down
And I feel my whole body peaking
And I’m fucking anybody with they legs wide
Getting faded with some bitches from the West Side
East coast, nigga repping North Side
Never waste a hoe’s time (Freebands)
Bitch, I’m on my own time
Fuck a nigga co-sign
Always change my number and my phone line
Baby girl, I don’t lie
Used to have no money for a crib
Now my room service bill cost your whole life
If they try to stunt me, I go all out military
I’m camo’ed all out, like I’m in the military
I free up all my niggas, locked up in the penitentiary

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life turn up
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing for that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
I’m repping, that’s repping, I’m repping
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
Wake up, take a sip of Ace of Spade like it’s water
I been on the molly and them Xans with your daughter
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
If she catch me cheating, I will never tell her sorry
Porches in the valet, I got Bentleys, I got Raris
Taking pain pills on the plane, getting chartered
Popping tags on tags, I was starving
Bitch, I got the juice and the carbon
Turn a five star hotel to a traphouse
Roaches everywhere, like we forgot to take the trash out
Flood my cross with ice, getting money my religion
Got my baby momma and my side bitch kissing
I turn the Ritz into a lean house
This the sixth time getting kicked out
I can’t feel my face, I’m on Adderall, nauseous
Niggas tryna ride my fuckin’ wave, now they salty
Running with the wave, get you killed quick
Shoot you in your back like you Ricky
Lil Mexico, from no life to afterlife
My whole life, my whole life

[Hook: The Weeknd & Future]
Cause I’m always repping for that low life
Repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life
Know I’m repping for that low, low life
Representing, I’m representing, representing
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, low life, low life, low life
I’m representing that low life
Said I’m repping for that low life
Low life, I’m repping for that lowlife
Low life, low life, low life
Rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, rep, woo
Yeah

[Bridge: Future]
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep ten rifles
And they know a nigga keep ten snipers
Keep a baby bottle like we wearing diapers
Yeah, they stereotyping
Cause they know a nigga keep twenty rifles
And they know a nigga keep twenty snipers
And they know a nigga keep ten wifeys
Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper
Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
That’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her
Oh, that’s your wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey?
I think I like her, like her, like her, like her

[Refrain]
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
Everybody getting high
Getting high, getting high, getting high
And I’m the reason why

[Outro: Future]
I just took some molly, what else?
Got some bitch from Follies with us
She gonna fuck the squad, what else?
I’mma fuck her broads, what else?
Bitch from Pakistan, what up?
Ferraris and them Lambs, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?
‘Bout to fuck this club, what else?

Jay Jones – Go Crazy (feat. Lil Wayne)

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[Intro: Jay Jones]
Yeah (yeah)
I’m reloaded yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Maaan

[Verse 1: Jay Jones]
Mean mitch, I get plenty bands
I ain’t never been a minute man
I ain’t never been a cheese eater
Yall looking like Packers fans
Hollygrove, thats Pakistan
AK, thats a half a man
Let it rip, they ain’t have a chance
Won’t make it to the ambulance
YM double O, we the business
Up in traffic with me the nigga
You ain’t Stevie, you see a nigga
Slick side, won’t be a nigga
I ain’t been up in the city lately
Bitches say im acting shitty lately
Got me working off of two phones
Got this rap shit going crazy
I dont really like to waste time
Grab that from the waistline
Make it boom like a bassline
Long flights through a grey sky
I was chillin on Biscane
Got a text about the dick game
From my bitch out in NY
Tryna take me to the Knicks game
Ain’t it crazy how shit change
Ain’t it crazy how a bitch change
One week you they MCM
Next week you a big lame
Yall hoes crazy yall hoes childish
All my partners they tote choppers
Drink lean out the whole bottle
She juggle balls she a globe trotter
White girl want a coke shower
More money thats more problems
More caine i sold out it
Doors open its so cloudy
I gotta juice, ready for take off
Sending hits they talking Adolf
Im a pit im talking j dog
What the fuck im at the A loft
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
Business busy i ain’t finna call you
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Blowing up know you feeling awful
Been thru old hoes i got new flames
On snakes alley i blew flame
[?] on magic city i fuck good at these new thangs
Thats all facts all true
One call and i fall through
Niggas broke sitting inside sending out tweets thats what yall do
Woo, Im good in the South, West, and the Eastside, how about you?
How you "good" but your niggas throwing up the peace sign? Thats a foul move
Lets get it
Im on that bullshit you ain’t wid it
All my bullshit, you can get it
Fuck on the baddest bitches in the city
And it dont matter nigga, any city
Please dont compare me with none of these niggas
Dont run with these niggas dont ask me for pictures
Im counting the dough and im laughing at niggas
And trapping they bitches they handle my business
You say we fucked, ho you liar
Dont give a fuck ho, you can die
I throw my middle finger in the sky
Then put a middle finger in ya twat
I done bought hope to the whole block
Won’t stop till i get a whole lot
Open up and yall niggas come shop
Roll up and watch then i roll out
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Man, go crazy
Damn, go crazy

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Naaah)
(Go brazy)
(So brazy)
Blood gang big B’s red
I’m a packers fan I’m a cheese head
Got a yellow bitch and I’m a green head
I’m a sleepy head cause I’m a weed head
I’m a hammer head when her knees spread
Walking like I’m talking till my teeth bled
Till my feet red I’mma need meds
I’mma need mines I’mma need theirs
I’m a blind head I’m a bleach head
She a xan head she a beach head
I’m the sandman when her dreams dead
She go ham ham on a meathead
Like Batman in the sweet coupe
Like Pacman with a sweet tooth
I got both hands full of sweet bread
For the big heads, we be head you
Flatbread on your last leg
Your check book on the last page
And with that said I’m on a rampage
I’mma teach you and your classmates
No weekends off no half days
I’mma set up shade on your landscape
I’mma get two hoes, make a pancake
I’mma fuck ’em both through their back gate
But can these hoes fix a backache
I come on they chest, straight checkmate
Then the hug each other now thats great
Then come together like the USA
Hollygrove is our set jake
Tunechi, I am the Sensei
Money Money Money Money team hit the funny team with the trick play
Touch down celebration
Wait, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy
Yeah, go crazy

Ralo & Lil Baby – Lil Cali & Pakistan

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[Intro: Ralo & Lil Baby]
Yeah
Cook that shit up Quay
Yeah
Four pockets
Woooh
FAM Goon
Baby
Yeah
Uhh
Yeah

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Four pockets on full
My trunk and my hood
I fucked everything that look good
Made millions still in the hood
Different bitches with me every night
I’m a dog but I never bite
Tell Lil Baby we gon’ be alright
We ain’t going out without a fight
These niggas out of control
They just be hating’ on me right in front of me
I promise I already know
Me and Lil Baby the niggas they wanna be
Got the trap on the back street
Sold a hundred packs last week
Have you ever spent a million dollars?
Nigga you ain’t have to ask me
Ay Lil Baby what we doing nigga?

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
We in Lil Cali and Pakistan
I just re’d up with five hundred bands
Make [?] do the running man
You ain’t the boss you a runner man
You a bitch you juwanna mann
Me and young Ralo
We set the trends you can follow
I’m pourin’ act out the bottle
Then fucked every Instagram model
Screamin’ free Joc and Lil Lotto
I’m in the booth catching play
I used to sleep with the jay
I used to sleep with that k
Give a damn what they say
I know all these niggas hate
But they know i’m getting paid
Better stay up out my lane
I created my own wave
I’m on that bullshit taking chains
Niggas be getting, fucking for the fame
Niggas do anything for a name
Boy I do anything for the game
I know my niggas gon’ ride for me
Die for me
Sit in jail, do the time for me
I know they never gon’ lie to me
I’m make sure every one of them eat
Me and Ralo back to back
Z06 back to back
Lamborghinis and them cats
Do anything for them racks
Taking chances selling packs
I ain’t never going back
Ralo tell them where we at
Ralo tell them where we at

[Verse 3: Ralo]
We in Lil Cali and Pakistan
None of these rappers don’t stand a chance
Bitch i’m eating like a fat man
I don’t need a bitch for a lap dance
Tell them haters go and team up
I seen them ops come clean up
They gone tell you that I been turnt up every time a nigga seen us
Hold up Hold up Lil Baby
Let me slow it down a lil bit
Hold up Hold up switch it up a lil bit
What you gonna do? (Hold up)
Listen
Look, I hit the club and embarrass them niggas
We carry them pistols and having them issues
I told my daughter don’t marry these niggas
Compared to these niggas you better than niggas
I jump out the Lamb and I jump in the wagon
You cannot mention my name without bragging
You know that lil nigga Ralo been havin’
I got more money than you and your daddy
I could never be average
Living life so lavish
Watch cost twenty-one thousand
Way before I knew Savage

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
We in the spot
We making hits
I made a [?]
Turned to a brick
Had a Philippe
And it’s on fleek
That’s on my right wrist
Bust it down Roley on my right
They think I came up overnight
Found the plug then I took a flight
That shit changed my life
I used to trap on the bike
I can’t never get it right
Then I finally got it right
Now i’m ballin’ like i’m Mike
Got the game air tight
Like a vacuum seal
Made a whole mil off a vacuum seal
Ballin’ with no budget and I ain’t got no deal
Me and Ralo really selling packs for real
Love my dogs
Know that they would never steal
Free the gang
Hope they get out on they appeal
I been getting fetty popping all these pills
It cost seven thousand [?]
I’m trying to live my life
I had to wrong my rights
I had to earn my stripes
I had to earn my stripes

​blackbear – gucci linen Lyrics

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[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her “You can have anything you want in here”, ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

[Verse 1: blackbear]
I make a lot a year, I see a lot of tears
I made a lot of girls cry, don’t really know why
I’m at the W getting W’s
I ain’t do this shit because I want to, I just gotta have it
And I don’t need no practice, got it in the basket
Got a Louis bag for lust, I’m cashing
And I’m about to go and play a show and make 50 racks
That’s big facts, that’s a flex
I just did it with no label, that’s a fact, that’s a fact
I just did it on the table, whoa

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Miseducation of Tity Boi
Umbilical cord filled with plenty drugs (yeah)
My mama a G and my daddy dead
I went to the prom wearing black and red
The neighborhood turn into Pakistan
Middle of the war zone, I was back in ‘Nam
With some caps, with some packs and some nappy dread
Shoot at you, then shoot at the ambulance
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, uh
Marble floor all to my stairs, uh
My circle don’t fuck with no squares, uh
When I fuck ’em, I fuck ’em in pair, yeah
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, yeah
Green and the white and the red, yeah
I took me one to the head, uh
Then I took me one to the bed, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem, yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, “I love you” to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
“You can have anything you want in here,” ooh
When I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

Blackbear – Gucci Linen (feat. 2 Chainz)

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[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
You can have anything you want in here
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

[Verse 1: blackbear]
I make a lot a year, I see a lot of tears
I made a lot of girls cry, don’t really know why
I’m at the W, getting W’s
I ain’t do this shit because I want to, I just gotta have it
And I don’t need no practice, got it in the basket
Got a Louis bag for lust I’m cashing
And I’m about to go and play a show and make 50 racks
That’s big facts, that’s a flex
I just did it with no label, that’s a fact, that’s a fact
I just did it on the table, whoa

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping, tell her
You can have anything you want in here
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Miseducation of Tity Boi
Umbilical cord filled with plenty drugs (yeah)
My mama a G and my daddy dead
I went to the prom wearing black and red
The neighborhood turn into Pakistan
Middle of the war zone, I was back in ‘Nam
With some cat, with some [?], and some nappy dread
Shoot at you then shoot at the ambulance
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, uh
Marble floor all to my stairs, uh
My circle don’t fuck with no squares, uh
When I fuck ’em, I fuck ’em in pair, yeah
Gucci my, Gucci my spread, yeah
Green and the white and the red, yeah
I took me one to the head, uh
Then I took me one to the bed, yeah

[Chorus: blackbear]
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
"You can have anything you want in here"
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem, yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa
My bed is draped in Gucci linen, uh
I never say, "I love you" to these women, no
Unless you is my mama, yeah
I take her shopping and tell her
"You can have anything you want in here"
Ooh, when I’m fucking, call me Papa, yeah
They saying I’m a problem yeah
I’m high as a bird, Nelly Furtado, yeah
No Nelly, no Nelly, it’s getting hot in here, whoa

Fortune – Krewella feat. Diskord lyrics

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Lyrics Krewella – Fortune

Pull up on the party with an army
Our guns inked up like a Harley Hells Angel on the one
Like a bull in a china shop, steaming like buns
Coming in like a wrecking ball, you gon’ need a Tylenol.(fortune)

Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young gods
We got everything that we could ever want.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune.

‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortune
Fortune.

Diamonds are forever, but a girl’s best friend
Is a bank full of ride-or-dies stickin’ ’til the end
We stay mobbin’ the party
But no, we ain’t the Gottis
We come in peace from the East
Pakistan to Miami.

Luck is going all the way up
Love is raining like paper
Rolling downtown with a couple young gods
We got everything that we could ever want.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee.

Money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee
Fortuneee.

Whole city on my back like Jordan
No, money can’t buy this fortune
Got a squad homegrown and foreign
No, money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bulletproof love, you know this
Got me like a 24-karat fortress
They can keep the cash and the Porsches
‘Cause money can’t buy this
Money can’t buy this fortuneee.
Krewella lyrics
Video Krewella

Money Man – Definition (Secret Society Album)

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[Hook]
Don’t need a watch to tell you what the time is
She the definition Of what fine is
I’m the definition of what the grind is
I heard you lost nigga I hope you find it
They see my jewelry and they got blinded
I told some labels I gotta decline em
She bent it over so I jumped behind it
I took a lost and ain’t no use of crying
He play with me than everybody dying
Whip up a contract I ain’t gotta sign it
I’m out in Cali just seen Kobe Bryant
Come be my secret baby keep it quiet
My niggas shooting like they from Iran
We Rocking scarves like we from Pakistan
I wish I never ever bite the hand that feed you
Never ever let a broke nigga lead you

[Verse]
My baby momma telling me the fame getting to your head
Fuck that shit I been trapping all my life I’m thankful I ain’t in the Feds
Bc my brothers we breaking bread
He go against us off with his head
She wanna back it up on a real one
She wanna shake that ass for a real one
That nigga take trash ion feel em
I bag em up and then I vacuum seal em
Bitches be telling me I’m they favorite rapper
Street niggas tell me I’m they favorite trapper
Fucked up a grow cuz i was on the road
Now my trap house conflicted with the shows
Cooled down on swiping niggas made it hot
I done hit every ATM they got
I turned my condo into a dispensary
Clientele steady hitting me
Lil bitches blowing up my line they tryna keep in touch they tryna come visit me
I remember it so vividly on the Greyhound with a 100 peas
I’m just so lucky they ain’t bring the dogs out
Hid a 100 gs in the dog house
My neighbors suspicious they know imma plug
It’s time to move cuz they talking to much
I’m tryna keep this shit very discrete
Can’t have my buiness all over the streets
Play with me I’ll leave you dead in the streets

[Hook]
Don’t need a watch to tell you what the time is
She the defenition Of what fine is
I’m the defenition of what the grind is
I heard you lost nigga I hope you find it
They see my jewelry and they got blinded
I told some labels I gotta decline em
She bent it over so I jumped behind it
I took a lost and ain’t no use of crying
He play with me than everybody dying
Whip up a contract I ain’t gotta sign it
I’m out in Cali just seen Kobe Bryant
Come be my secret baby keep it quiet
My niggas shooting like they from Iran
We Rocking scarves like we from Pakistan
I wish I never ever bite the hand that feed you
Never ever let a broke nigga lead you

[Outro]
I’m the type to smoke a blunt on the people
I done seen the money turn niggas evil
I done seen the money change people

Gucci Mane & Ralo – Chiraqistan (feat. Lil Durk) (Outro) (Ralo Laflare Album)

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[Intro: Lil Durk & Ralo]
Let’s get it pussy
Yeah
Dope
OTF
You know how we rockin’ nigga, only the Famgoon shit
Only the Famgoon nigga
Haha
Hey Durk
Turn up

[Verse 1: Ralo]
OG, I’m with OTF and you know we verse anybody
Durk told me that they forgot, he think they forgot about it
Hop out we reminding niggas, who the fuck behind these niggas?
Fuck whoever signed these niggas, we shoot whoever ridin’ with ‘em

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I’m hanging with the robbers and the scammers
I’ma put a pint inside a Fanta
Only the Famgoon, fuck these rappers
Big dinosaur four-five like a raptor
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ralo told a nigga slide to Pakistan
Got my niggas with me so you know we packed the van
Blood in my eyes like I’m Fifty man
Started with a million, that’s how I’ma end

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Started with a million we end with a billion
Everything changed when we came in the building
Having this paper, one hell of a feeling
Fuck with Lil Durk and my niggas start killing
Just left out the back and we flew to Chiraq
I promised Lil Durk we wouldn’t ever look back
And we get them racks and we split it up
Won’t none of these niggas be big as us
You keep it loyal, I do the same
Tell on my team when I lose a game
He was talkin’ ‘til that Uzi came
Run your mouth, we start shootin’ things
We ain’t never lettin’ shit slide
We ain’t never gon’ switch sides
I get money, I don’t get tired
Go get your own and stop dick ridin’

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
First ran a band off street money
Had to trap up on that three some’
Lean, percocets, xanny (drugs)
Yeah I just had a threesome
I can’t wait ‘til they make the fifty shot for the four-five Glock
Got out early for my case, you been fighting years, you a cop
Real name Durk, you can call me Mustafa (Abdul Malik)
I don’t know no niggas, I don’t know who shot ya
Run up on his ass like, I got ya
Real street niggas don’t go off gossip

[Verse 5: Ralo]
We don’t go off gossip nigga
Talkin’ shit and we gon’ pop a nigga
I walk in the club with a lot of niggas
That’s how you know it’s a lot of pistols
We never playin’ no peekaboo
We never lyin’ on interviews
You know that you was a bitch in school
I was that nigga that pick on you
I’m the nigga that’ll take your lunch
We gon’ take his shit for say what you want
You know that I was the bully
Ain’t nobody stood up to me
Ain’t no nigga said shit to me
You can ask the nigga next to me
They don’t never send threats of me
They don’t want a nigga neck tooken

[Verse 6: Lil Durk]
Alexander Wang belt, hot boy like Wayne ‘nem
I might OD off the painkillers
In the trenches with the same niggas
I be turn up with the fashion shit
Mouth shut so don’t ask me shit
MAC with the cooler attached to it
You know I ain’t with that lackin’ shit
In my circle ain’t no lames
Cartiers with the gold frames
Three-nine like a soul train
Got a soul plane like Snoop in it
Dummy bags with the woop in it
Crib big, put a hoop in it
Garage big, put the coupe in it
Off the jigga, got the moon whippin’

[Verse 7: Ralo]
We do not rent out apartments
We go and buy up the complex
She better not get in this Corvette
We gonna have us some car sex
We walk in the club and we flood it out
I bought the Rollie and flood it out
Baby mama used to cut me out
Now we ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout
We ain’t worried ‘bout another nigga
You see he got all his brothers with him
That’s why the streets really love a nigga
‘Cause we ain’t none’ like these other niggas
We don’t fuck with the other side
They gon’ make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon’ be a double homicide
It’s Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain’t did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we do to these niggas
We ain’t that cool with these niggas
We do not move with these niggas
We do not fool with these niggas

[Outro: Ralo]
That shit there crazy Durk
That motherfucker go crazy
That the outro, we out
Famgoon! OTF
Ralo LaFlare

Ralo – Chiraqistan (feat. Lil Durk)

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[Intro: Lil Durk & Ralo]
Let’s get it pussy
Yeah
Dope
OTF
You know how we rockin’ nigga, only the Famgoon shit
Only the Famgoon nigga
Haha
Hey Durk
Turn up

[Verse 1: Ralo]
OG, I’m with OTF and you know we verse anybody
Durk told me that they forgot, he think they forgot about it
Hop out we reminding niggas, who the fuck behind these niggas?
Fuck whoever signed these niggas, we shoot whoever ridin’ with ‘em

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I’m hanging with the robbers and the scammers
I’ma put a pint inside a Fanta
Only the Famgoon, fuck these rappers
Big dinosaur four-five like a raptor
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ralo told a nigga slide to Pakistan
Got my niggas with me so you know we packed the van
Blood in my eyes like I’m Fifty man
Started with a million, that’s how I’ma end

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Started with a million we end with a billion
Everything changed when we came in the building
Having this paper, one hell of a feeling
Fuck with Lil Durk and my niggas start killing
Just left out the back and we flew to Chiraq
I promised Lil Durk we wouldn’t ever look back
And we get them racks and we split it up
Won’t none of these niggas be big as us
You keep it loyal, I do the same
Tell on my team when I lose a game
He was talkin’ ‘til that Uzi came
Run your mouth, we start shootin’ things
We ain’t never lettin’ shit slide
We ain’t never gon’ switch sides
I get money, I don’t get tired
Go get your own and stop dick ridin’

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
First ran a band off street money
Had to trap up on that three some’
Lean, percocets, xanny (drugs)
Yeah I just had a threesome
I can’t wait ‘til they make the fifty shot for the four-five Glock
Got out early for my case, you been fighting years, you a cop
Real name Durk, you can call me Mustafa (Abdul Malik)
I don’t know no niggas, I don’t know who shot ya
Run up on his ass like, I got ya
Real street niggas don’t go off gossip

[Verse 5: Ralo]
We don’t go off gossip nigga
Talkin’ shit and we gon’ pop a nigga
I walk in the club with a lot of niggas
That’s how you know it’s a lot of pistols
We never playin’ no peekaboo
We never lyin’ on interviews
You know that you was a bitch in school
I was that nigga that pick on you
I’m the nigga that’ll take your lunch
We gon’ take his shit for say what you want
You know that I was the bully
Ain’t nobody stood up to me
Ain’t no nigga said shit to me
You can ask the nigga next to me
They don’t never send threats of me
They don’t want a nigga neck tooken

[Verse 6: Lil Durk]
Alexander Wang belt, hot boy like Wayne ‘nem
I might OD off the painkillers
In the trenches with the same niggas
I be turn up with the fashion shit
Mouth shut so don’t ask me shit
MAC with the cooler attached to it
You know I ain’t with that lackin’ shit
In my circle ain’t no lames
Cartiers with the gold frames
Three-nine like a soul train
Got a soul plane like Snoop in it
Dummy bags with the woop in it
Crib big, put a hoop in it
Garage big, put the coupe in it
Off the jigga, got the moon whippin’

[Verse 7: Ralo]
We do not rent out apartments
We go and buy up the complex
She better not get in this Corvette
We gonna have us some car sex
We walk in the club and we flood it out
I bought the Rollie and flood it out
Baby mama used to cut me out
Now we ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout
We ain’t worried ‘bout another nigga
You see he got all his brothers with him
That’s why the streets really love a nigga
‘Cause we ain’t none’ like these other niggas
We don’t fuck with the other side
They gon’ make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon’ be a double homicide
It’s Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain’t did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we do to these niggas
We ain’t that cool with these niggas
We do not move with these niggas
We do not fool with these niggas

[Outro: Ralo]
That shit there crazy Durk
That motherfucker go crazy
That the outro, we out
Famgoon! OTF
Ralo LaFlare

Future – Mask Off (Honda Remix) Lyrics

Azlyrics

[Intro: Future]
Call it how it is
Hendrix
I promise, I swear, I swear
You heard, spit it, yo

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Verse 1: Future]
Two cups, toast up with the gang
From food stamps to a whole ‘nother domain (we ridin’)
Out the bottom, I’m the livin’ proof (super)
Ain’t compromising, half a million on the Coupe
Drug houses, lookin’ like Peru
Graduated, I was overdue
Pink molly, I can barely move
Ask about me, I’m gon’ bust a move
Rick James, thirty-three chains
Ocean air, cruisin’ Biscayne
Top off, that’s a liability
Hit the gas, boostin’ my adrenaline

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Interlude: Future]
Four-door Maybach; I drive anything
Buy my Range, make ’em go insane
(Oh my Lord, praise him be)

[Verse 2: Pilot]
Uh, I got an ounce
I snort up every time God says so
Pistol on autopilot
Lookin’ like Chapo, lookin’ like Pablo
No drugs I’m meaner
Inhalin’ on bathroom cleaner
Eastside Beast with the Midas touch
Ain’t no feast that I don’t eat
All my enemy fall to their knees
Ain’t no time for them to beg
Havin’ coke, you wouldn’t peg
Half of y’all need to chill
I might join the Rodeo (bitch)
I might ball in Pakistan (say no more)
I might murder him for real (say no more)
Pilot you need to fly now
Traveling to cloud nine
And I snuck out through the back door
Right hand copy like 10-4
He bike like Lance in France
Codeine, codeine, codeine
I look at myself and ask what happened
How y’all let an innocent kid get suspended? While y’all use him to set an example?
How y’all let him abuse the dope?
How y’all don’t accept the blame?
Now y’all don’t even know how to save him
People lookin’ at me like I’m dead
Everybody who underestimated
Gotta get up now and hide from me
Gotta go home now if ya makin’ threats
Gotta say something now, don’t just listen
I mean, I’m hiding now
I got the equation, got the potion
I got ’em all in position
And emotions, I put positions in question
And put the answer in the vents
I made a vendetta when
They told me get a new school
Then I died and was reborn
All my friends they distant
Livin’ life on a low end
Gotta keep my shit higher up
It’s deep (It’s deep)
I done fucked up so much I can’t eat (can’t eat)
I done fucked up so much I might retire (swear to God)
I’m ’bout to live my life through Pilot (swear to God)
God relief me of this pain (swear to God)
Bitch, please forgive me, Pilot live through me (I am Pilot)
Get your ass up and become something (be yourself)
Are you aware of all the evil going on in the world? (how much?)
Take the mask off so you can see

[Chorus: Future]
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Rep the set, gotta rep the set
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Percocets, molly, Percocets
Chase a check, never chase a bitch
Don’t chase no bitches

[Outro: Future]
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Gas gone, never nod off

Ralo – The Dopeman (feat. YFN Lucci)

Azlyrics

[Intro: Ralo & Future]
My hood they treat me like I’m El Chapo
I keep that dog food like I’m Ralo
Famgoon
They know I ain’t no motherfuckin’ rapper nigga
Famerican Gangster

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Verse 1: Ralo]
They know I’m the dopeman nigga
They never catch me arguing with these broke ass niggas
You gotta be about some money just to talk to me
I had to grind for everything, this shit wasn’t bought to me
I’m sorry mama, I ain’t become the shit you thought I’d be
If you my dawg then why the fuck you keep on dogging me
These niggas talk behind your back, these niggas fake, yeah
To see you smiling, well I’ll do whatever it take girl
They broke my heart but they won’t never see me broke no more
You can give ‘em all you got, they still gon’ ask for more
I never told my niggas no, I never told my bitches yeah
I thank the lord for them bricks, that shit made me a millionaire
I’m Mr. Dog Food nigga

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Verse 2: Ralo]
It’s opps shit, pop shit, cop shit
Can’t never start shit
We the opps, free the opps
Leave the block so we can see the top
Seen the top, seen the bottom
Red bottom, my whole team got ‘em
How the fuck he shot your man and nigga you ain’t shot him
This that Pakistan shit
Famgoon shit
A nigga play with this he gon’ get his ass kicked
We gon’ pull up with the stick, let it hit
I promise we ain’t gon’ leave until everybody get hit
I make these niggas feel some type of way
You having pressure, we gon’ bust them pipes and fight today
We don’t care ‘bout what you say, we don’t care ‘bout who you is
They told me that heroin kills
I said that heroin pays the bills

[Hook: YFN Lucci]
Ah nigga I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman
A dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, dopeman
I’m the dopeman, yeah
Nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, dopeman, yeah
I said nigga I’m the dopeman
Dopeman, I got dope man, yeah
Aye-aye

[Outro: DJ Khaled, Ralo, & Future]
Ayo check this out, this some real shit
Ralo coming man
Ralo on fire
They talkin’ about him city to city, hood to hood
Famerica, you know what it is
I want y’all to be clear and be focused
Don’t play yourself
This shit powerful
It’s all about the Famerican Gangster mixtape
Ralo
Famgoon!
Young Ralo, young Ralo, young Ralo