Henry Cavill Is Stupid Buff

It appears that we have finally reached that point of our quarantine journey where we’ve become so bored and horny that Henry Cavill meticulously building a PC is apparently doing it for us.

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The Witcher and Man of Steel actor posted a video on Instagram earlier today of him putting together a new gaming PC from scratch. The video shows Cavill carefuly reading instructions, peeling the plastic off of graphics cards, hooking up cooling systems, undoing impossibly tiny screws and installing hard drives, but odds are you weren’t really paying attention to all of that.

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This kind of material isn’t for everyone….viewer discretion is advised. You may see a lot of parts that you haven’t seen before. #PC #AllTheParts #AllNightLong

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Inexplicably set to a suggestive soundtrack of Barry White songs, the five and a half minute video has the internet fawning over the actor’s extremely buff physique, taking in the free gun show that Cavill has put on full display. And to be fair, Cavill does, to a certain extent, invite this upon himself. An avid gamer, it makes sense logically that he would handle all these extremely delicate and sensitive computer parts with a great degree of care, but the gentle caresses and innuendo-inducing positions Cavill assumes aren’t leaving much room for ambiguity. He even winkingly captions the post with “This kind of material isn’t for everyone….viewer discretion is advised. You may see a lot of parts that you haven’t seen before.”

Like the simps they are, the internet happily took the bait and threw open the thirst tweet floodgates:

A five minute video of Henry Cavill building a gaming PC is the gift we all deserve in 2020. https://t.co/PJaKpXXHMV https://t.co/k6pqmnmHmQ — Amy Ratcliffe (@Amy Ratcliffe)1594918649.0
watching the video of henry cavill building a PC on repeat all day, nobody @ me — henry cavill stan account (@henry cavill stan account)1594911104.0
i think my computer is broken. does anyone have henry cavill’s number? — Cathy Kelley (@Cathy Kelley)1594921048.0
henry cavill back off morherfucker this is my himbo safe space. — hasanabi (@hasanabi)1594920410.0
someone sent me the “henry cavill building a pc in a tank top” video while i was doing an interview and my mind went completely blank — andrew webster (@andrew webster)1594916769.0
Just a fraction of the total number of inhalers my sister used up after watching Henry Cavill set up a PC https://t.co/z4FXN1enDf — Judge Judy Jr. (@Judge Judy Jr.)1594916458.0
Great, thanks Henry Cavill, now I have a “building a gaming PC” kink that I don’t need and can’t do anything with. https://t.co/Yyi3W2nJQm — Andrew Wheeler (@Andrew Wheeler)1594914090.0
Ok now I want Henry Cavill to come screw my everything.

Nowait that came out wrong… https://t.co/VHUCg9MPbc — Francesco Francavilla (@Francesco Francavilla)1594919878.0

Ok that’s enough, you can pick your tongue up off the floor now.

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Here Come The Mummies – Hit Undo Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I went to a party last Saturday night
What silly thing did I do?
I got myself socially lubed up
And drunkenly moved in on you
Things were goin’ fine, even well
‘Til the contents of my belly had an iffy spell
I tried to make a clean getaway
But ended up over the crudite

[Chorus]
I wish that I could take it back
My nightmare’s comin’ true
Ain’t nothin’ to it on a PC or a Mac
Girl, can we just hit undo
Girl I wanna hit

[Verse 2]
Another time, madly in lust
I had this chick in my room
Things heated up right away
She was mine and the moon was full
Things were goin’ great, she’s so fine
Crawl across the desert to the finish line
She was immaculate
The cause of premature
Aww

[Chorus]
I wish that I could take it back
My nightmare’s comin’ true
Ain’t nothin’ to it on a PC or a Mac
Girl, can we just hit Undo?
Girl, I wanna hit Undo

[Chorus]
I wish that I could take it back
My nightmare’s comin’ true
Ain’t nothin’ to it on a PC or a Mac
Girl, can we just hit undo?
Girl I wanna hit…

[Chorus]
I wish that I could take it back back back back
My nightmare’s comin’ true
Ain’t nothin’ to it on a PC or a Mac
Girl, I wanna hit undo
Girl I wanna hit

Sybyr – Nothing Else Now Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sybyr & Evil Nigga]
My name is Syringe, nothing else now
If I was Syringe I would die now
I got some more scars in my brain now
Now bring me more pain so I level out
I got a new toy, and I name it me
I made a new beat and I named it me
The quality shitty, 200p
I reactivate all of the petty beings
Kill me Moe, f**k where I’m from, ho
God isn’t real, but you won’t know
Until I get engraved in your puny brain
Until people wanna kill me for lack of sane
Swear to both sides, this ain’t the last of me
Swear to both sides, this ain’t a tragedy
‘Cause I ain’t the hero I’m supposed to be
Only purpose in life was to shit and bleed
My name is Syringe, what do you see?
Well I see a lens or a PC
Well I see the internet pushing me
I may sound depressed ’cause I’m phase 3
I stay up all night, and go working’
I’ma be better than everything (What?)
That was a lie, cause I’m fearing’ me
I fear that you folks wouldn’t like me (No, no, no, no)

[Verse 2: Evil Nigga & Sybyr]
No, f**k it all up, that’s enough
Syringe, I’ma take care of your dust
Trust me, you gotta plot that’s a must
No, I would rather be rattled and done
Ha, what happened to makin’ it fun?
The emperor tearin’ it down with no gun
I am your energy, you can’t outrun
You sound like a bitch with a dick in your bum

[Verse 3: Sybyr]
Well f**k it, I rather go yell that I am a goat
Trapped in a body of a black boy
Wearing shit clothes, makin’ no moves
Gettin’ no ho’s, booking no shows
That’s how this goes, in the long road, in the long road
In the long road
In the long road
In the long road

[Confrontation]

Devo Spice – Platform Wars Lyrics (feat. The Great Luke Ski & Dual Core)

Hello, I’m a Mac, and I’m a PC
You can see me in homes wherever you happen to be
Not to mention landfills and a couple of dumps
Because you need to be replaced every couple of months
Macs on the other hand last for years
Because it takes you that long for you to dry your tears
When you realize you spent enough to renovate some rooms
And the only software you can run is iTunes
I got software that can do anything
From run the space shuttle to help you sing
They help you write when you get stuck, invest and make a quick buck
Millions of titles, yeah, and all of them suck
They got a clunky interface and they waste too much space
And they crash so damn much your table needs a leg brace
You really should try a Mac, sorry, but no I won’t
You think I like the iMac and iPod well iDon’t

Hello, I’m a Mac, and I’m a PC
And I run all the best games in the industry
Well I got games too, dude, what’s with the greed
I can run Snood, that’s all I really need
What about Office? At my job we’ve got to
I can run Office, I just choose not to
I can get by with Open Office and with Google Docs
They’re completely free to me and also they completely rock
PowerPoint is powerless and pointless like a butter knife
Outlook always leaves me with a crappy outlook on life
Excel only excels at crashing with is absurd
And all the other apps suck too…WORD!
I’m doing just fine without any of that crap
In face my Mac doesn’t have a single Microsoft app
So, what, you want a medal? What do I care?
Try getting some songs off of your iPod there
Don’t tell me that you never crash ’cause I’ll call shenanigans
‘Cause you freeze in place like a room full of mannequins
I’ve seen you when it happens, you sit there and smile
And watch the pretty colors spin around for a while

Hello, I’m a Mac, and I’m a PC
And I’m a Linux box, heh, well obviously
The fact that you’re a toaster kinda gave it away
So how’s life as an appliance treating you today?
You can mock me, but you’ll never stop me, I got game
Only toaster on the planet that can claim to run MAME
Compiling my operating system’s a breeze
And I can burn toast as easily as DVDs
You compile your own OS? Dude are you nuts?
You trust Microsoft to do it and you’re calling me the yuts?
You wouldn’t catch me doin’ that unless you gave me a lobotomy
So we agree on something, now go away you bother me

(“I’m a PC” cameos, in order of appearance: Stan Gregory, EMC from Positive Attitude, A-Log, Michael Fordice, Alchav, Jered Perez, Brian Risner, Mario Camou, Ken Sherlock, Odd Austin, Eric Brown (as Donald Duck), Kristi, Sam Hill)
How many PCs we got around here anyway?
Group: YO!
I knew it, I’m surrounded by assholes

Hello, I’m a Mac, and I’m a PC
And I’m more affordable than he will ever be
Well you get what you pay for, oh don’t start
You paid for a computer and got a piece of modern art
Well you’re about the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen
And have the blue screen of death burned into your screen
You’re overpriced, underpowered, and slower than soccer
With more kernel panics than Orville Redenbacher
*achoo* Well what have we here?
Better renew your antivirus software another year
I’ll bet that you’re regretting all those links you clicked
A marriage counselor couldn’t resolve that conflict
Well I can download porn, yeah so can I
The only difference is that I don’t get a virus when I try
You got a stupid mouse, you got window pains
You have to bow to Apple’s whim, you’re where the error reigns
Well you suck, well you suck more
Your mother wears army boots, what are you, four?
You big meanie, what, you gonna run home and cry
You’re a stinky poopy-head, I know you are but what am I?

Sf9 – Play Hard Lyrics

Oh yeah!
Let me tell, let me tell, won’t you see that girl
Let me introduce myself, myself!
Are you ready? Woo!

Yeah, 정신을 풀어 친구들 불러
오늘은 낮이고 밤이고 땅에서 굴러
팔을 휘둘러, hey
눈앞에 현실을 비틀어, hey
시침 소리는 틱 켜진 PC
미리 해 리필 one pick, pick
뻔해 보이는 세상도 지금부턴 내가 다뤄
잡아놨던 이성은 버리고 하늘 날아 high

정신 차리고 보니
또다시 돌아온 조회시간
학교 숙제 과제 끝난 지
얼마나 됐다고 왔니 기말
월화수목금 퇼퇼퇼
자유는 없나요 bae bae bae
아 얘들아 난 모르겠다
동전 챙기고 가자 코노 코노 코노

Oh eh oh eh oh oh oh
이젠 더 화끈하게
Oh eh oh eh oh oh oh
나처럼 춤을 출래
Oh eh oh eh oh oh oh
모두 다 준비됐고
지금부터 burnin’ up
나처럼 groovy 하게

Hey! Ooh ooh!
오늘 같은 Friday night
Oh yeah, woo! No no!
화끈하게 Friday night

It’s my show time
No one can stop
오늘 이 밤
화끈하게 Friday night
나처럼 groovy 하게

지루해 따분해
내 phone 속엔 의미 없는 talk만 가득해
SNS에는 내 기분과 반대인 해시태그들로 가득해
Ring ring 전화 걸어 만나 약속 없이
TV 속 내가 아닌 you know what I mean
그냥 기분 따라 특별한 밤 아니어도
갑자기 분위기 화끈하게

정신 차리고 보니
또다시 돌아온 월요일병
넥타이 지긋지긋해
알바 면접 또 불합격 (hey!)
월급 들어오면 뭐 해
또다시 카드 빚 나가는 거
아 에라 모르겠다
그냥 풀어 재껴 오늘은 정신 놓게, hey!

이젠 더 화끈하게
나처럼 춤을 출래
모두 다 준비됐고
지금부터 burnin’ up
나처럼 groovy 하게

Hey! Ooh ooh!
오늘 같은 Friday night
Oh yeah, woo! No no!
화끈하게 Friday night

Let’s go
Oh my God
Uh, my turn
And now, listen up!

Say hello to my homie, going on and on
I will set you free, yes it can be
원치 않았니
네가 보낸 지난 5일간은
꿈 또는 악몽이었으니 (no no!)
그게 꿈이라고 말을 해 (no no!)
이제 꾸미라고 말을 해
대체 뭐를 불안해해 내가 말했잖아
내가 끝이 나도 오늘 불태우고 끝나

Oh eh oh eh oh oh oh
이젠 더 화끈하게
Oh eh oh eh oh oh oh
오늘 같은 Friday night
Oh eh oh eh oh oh oh
다 같이 춤을 출래
Oh eh oh eh oh oh oh
Say 화끈하게 Friday night

It’s my show time
No one can stop
오늘 이 밤
화끈하게 Friday night
나처럼 groovy 하게

DigDat – Fire In The Booth Lyrics

Play this song

Part 1

[Verse]
My bro got buj for the low
You know that he’s sellin’ them fast
Scars wanna box like Floyd
But he needs two one, don’t ever last
Got leng tings tryna move stush
Said I won’t take her to Shard
Lost so many shanks in a bush
Like man’s TV, they were all sharp
PC’s want intel
If you get nicked, don’t sing like Adele
They just put bro on the wing with the S.O
‘Cause he got nicked for a shell
These opps just move like lighties
How we still can’t see them yet
Done tripped up, got cheffed last minute
Bet he thought he would easy jet
House parties and I came with the nizzy
She’s tryna dance with my like Dizzy
With M, I’ll do it for Kizzy
Kway back, two knives up, me and Tizzy
Splash or send man swimmin’
Don’t be out on the mains all slippin’
I just linked Tom, went on a cruise
But we didn’t complete that mission
And my new ting leng like Rita
From Antigua, real little diva
Got Teesha tryna go shisha
Dead ting, she ain’t gettin’ more than pizza
Leng ting, that was my G friend
Lockin’ it off, she was tryna be more
Fendi tags what I’m poppin’ off
But I spent way more bands in Dior
Ain’t into no banter
Don’t get shanked, get it twist like Fanta
I was in the trap on Christmas
Servin’ snow with the slate like Santa
Might show you how my kitchen does it
Twist it, push that, sh-sh-shove it
I feel tapped, get evil thoughts when I smoke Amnesia
I don’t pray Isha
Ay, Lisa, Lisa
Buss man’s flat, let me out with the cleaner
Free S and Clips
Blow me a bag when I hit JD last week
Bought ten new kicks
I got a older ting called Susan
Cattin’, always wanna wear man’s Cuban
Fist man’s head on the wing like Deebo
Nurse had my hands on ice cube
Went ’round there on a typhoon
And still had a skeng in the ride too
I was on servery
Hear Ms Madden like, “put your plaits in a hair net”
Tryna get ’round there, let’s ride a long
I’m itchin’ to bro, “are we there yet?”
Had so many packs in a visit
I was prayin’ they make it through
Bad one callin’ my phone nonstop
I think she’s taken too
Stolen ped, two Hi Vis too
That was kway back, me and Diesel
How you been done like twice?
When I see man next, I’m tryna make it a sequel

Part 2

[Verse]
My life’s been fucked up
Left school secondary
And I found it hard to trust
Cah everybody’s temporary
Paps told me ‘lay low’
I would never stay home
But you’ll always be the realest
Why I can’t forget them favours
All them closed visits
You were sendin’ me my trainers
Like, stay eatin’ food
Even though you got no appetite
Too much to lose
Lost my phone ’cause of satellite
Starin’ at the mirror in my cell
I used to fantasize
Never knew, one day you’ll live this rapper’s life
When mummy shed a few tears
Rent got new arrears
Summer time caged up
Winter, New Years
Have you ever felt so low
Where you can’t feel no love
And nobody wouldn’t care if you fold up
My brother used to tell me ’bout this road stuff
But I never listened, I was tryna cook my own grub
You’ve been gone for a while, it’s gettin’ so tough
We’re tryna start new, now mum’s throwin’ out your old stuff
Rearrange your room, even where you hanged your clothes up
I swear it been time, now it feels like you don’t know us
And when I book a visit, you just tell us ‘don’t show up’
Your birthday’s Christmas, didn’t even phone us
Used to watch like, I smiled when they doubted me
If you knew my whole story then you’ll be proud of me
Why you think he’s boujee? Don’t you know he’s gettin’ paid
But sometimes I turn off these phones and just meditate
I know that I did you wrong, only right I’m lettin’ go
All them letters to your house, how could I forget your road?
Remember that .32 then we got a bigger ting
I was in the Ghetto when them Jilly’s lights flickering
Pocket with my flicky in, this knife work’s brilliant
Slappin’ at the crowd then he’s due to hit civilians

Drake – War Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL)
Woi-oi, ayy

[Verse]
I don’t cop things for resale, don’t do iCloud, don’t do email
Feds wanna tap up man and wire up man like Chubbs did Detail
Back when Ricky was doin’ up Teesdale, I was doin’ dinner with Teezy
I didn’t trust no one, swore I got a lie, niggas got too greazy
Niko never move neeky, sweatsuit Nike, sweatsuit DG
If man get beaky, ring ring, call up GiGi, do him up neatly
Used to look up to a man from certain ends with tune on repeat
Thought he was a bad boy, then ’til man got pinched and man went PC
Man went PC just like Dell and Windows, some man been those
Before I was ever around Kendall’s, I was at ends though, dreamin’ up Enzo’s
The woman I do end up with has to be a bad girl just like Munchy
Can’t have no pretentious ting when I know this road gets bumpy
Word to the broski Jay, he got different names in different countries
Three waps in the whip, when we beat that case, where man live way too comfy
I don’t do well with people makin’ disses or makin’ threats
Woi-oi, man got flown like private jets, for way-way less
I know you tryna get one down on us ever since then it’s been stressed
‘Cause you know the reps dem owe you one and we always pay them debts
Wassa, wassa, just like the crodie Pressa, I don’t do no passa
Link with Scull and cousin Jamie hard, ah yard and we deh pon Gaza
Pasha Sasha pissed, I was way too young at the time for slashings
You niggas spend too much time on captions, not enough time on action
Pick one man with slaps that’s rappin’; I bet he don’t want no clashings
The LV pouch on chest is just for fashion, niggas just actin’
Are you dumb or stupid? The wheels on the Rolls is Chromazz, headshot domazz
Just checked in at the hotel floor that we all got potent aromas
OVOXO link up, mandem drink up, me and the drillers
Hawk and Sticks and Cash and Baka, Gucci, P, and Gilla
And the boy that sound like he sang on Thriller, you know that’s been my nigga
Yeah, we just had to fix things, family, 6ix tings, we can’t split up
As for the rest of the game, I’ll do man dirty, man’ll get two time
To me, that’s just our side, I don’t really care who rides on whose side
Ring ten shots to the poolside, never seen none of these grown men outside
4301 won’t spare no one, niggas gotta know about Southside
Steppin’ outta line, get outlined, ain’t North, tied up stateside
Bringin’ man down when it takes ties, tryna get saved by the bell like Bayside
Prince I carry that last name, that shit stays on me like brand names
Jas just lined up brand new hand tings and nice guy on a madting
Everyone I know has code names, anyone I’m beefin’ with is a no name
Niggas can’t even win home games, they just gotta fall in line like Soul Train

[Outro]
Ayy, yeah
AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL), AXL (AXL)

XXXTENTACION – Moon Rock Lyrics

Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I’m her MCM on Instagram
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I’m her MCM on Instagram

And if the world ever has an apocalypse
I will kill all of you fuckers
Fear will be plentiful, death will be bountiful
I will spare none of you peasants
Fuck your religion, your pastor fucked kids
And got sent to a prison in PC
I seen the devil, he’s in you and me
You need saving to listen to this, see
Follow ’em home, cut the right corner so nobody sees you
Turn off your phone
Leave it at home so nobody can trace you
Mask your expressions
Appear to be calm, they won’t read your intentions
As soon as you’re in
Let them all know who they’re all in the presence of

I am a murderer
I am a demon, the son of a serpent
I am a murderer
I am a demon, the son of a serpent
I am a murderer
I am a demon, the son of a serpent
I am a murderer
I am a demon, the son of a serpent

Look at your freaking tip
Pussy, I’m eatin’ it, yuh
My dick like [?]
Just like a baby, she droolin’, yuh
I just might pass her to fooly, yuh
Blow on my dick like a wish
All of my thotties have Kik, messenger
I be wild’n out like Nick
I know when the combat finishes

Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I’m her MCM on Instagram
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Moonrock with the Glock, I can’t milly rock
Tear drop on my homie face, he caught a body
No DM, I’m her MCM on Instagram

My skin peanut butter color
Inside whip is really jelly
Her boyfriend sending threats
I think that nigga really jealous
Peanut butter color
Inside whip is really jelly
And her boyfriend sending threats
I think that nigga really jealous
(Thanks, Ugly God…)
If you show that pussy on Snapchat
If I wanna fuck with my snapback
Your boyfriend look like he rock snapbacks
If he try to kick it…
Yuh, yuh…
I like that, keep that shit

G Herbo – Focused Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, [?]
Know I’m in Miami right now, this the Miami section, it’s real
It’s the L.A. section [?]
Man, my niggas [?]
We on that gang shit, [?]
We on all that flashin’ too
They rock with [?]
Put Maison Margielas on, we callin’ the caps

[Verse]
I rock that Gucci shit and Prada (ayy)
Hit the scene lookin’ like a million dollars
I was dead broke, made no excuses
Fuck, nigga, I don’t wanna hear about it (’bout it)
I was on the block, you ain’t care ’bout it
When they killed Rock you ain’t care ’bout it (care ’bout it)
Now I’m on top, tell me how, nigga lookin’ for me
Turn my phone off on everybody
Since then [?] b’s, b’s
[?] up with a red lighter
Keep your bitch on her knees
She ain’t got potential to wife her but fuck it, I head like it (woo)
Bitch ain’t fuckin’, why you on my bed like it?
[?] tonight, she ‘a get excited (bitch)
When the cops come, yeah, you better hide it (bitch)
Bitch, don’t come here ‘less you’re invited (bitch)
Yeah, it’s that nigga again, now that nigga again back on business again, ayy
Handle your business, young man, how you do all that shit independent, and win? Ayy
Count up them digits again, every month I get residuals in
Here for the hustlers, stack all the shit that come in, and take care of your mama (take care of your mama)
Take care of your children, take care of your nigga, stay out that drama (for real)
Go watch everybody, the moment they do somethin’ funny, then fuck it (for real)
Nigga run up on you, then buck it (for real)
Kill a fuck nigga, it’s nothin’ (ayy)
Wanna rob with me? It’s nothin’
Ran it up, a milli with nothin’ (with nothin’)
I don’t cooperate with the police, I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’ (I ain’t tellin’ ’em nothin’)
I’ma blow this bitch in public, fuck it
Yeah, it ain’t no discussion
I ain’t with none of the bluffin’
I ain’t with the yellin’ and arguin’, fightin’ and tussin’ (yeah)
I’ma just up, get the buster (buster), buyin’ out whatever, who want it? (who want it?)
Nigga want smoke, we on it (we on it)
I don’t never see no opponents (I don’t never see no opponents)
That’s how I always got what I wanted
That’s why I spent racks when I want it (spent racks when I want it)
Nigga reach for my PC, get gunned (get gunned)
I dare a fuck nigga who wanna? (wanna, yeah)
And I put in work by my lone (my lone)
Get put on a shirt if you wanna (get put on a shirt)
Whole lotta haters, I know it (I know)
Wish I still had work on the corner (wish I had work on the corner)
I [?] problem is money (money)
In the stu’, gotta look twenty [?] (gotta look twenty [?])
In the field gotta watch for the phonies
Kobe told me to watch for the homies
Know right know I just gotta stay focused (stay focused)
Dip for somethin’ on the block for the homies (uh)

[Chorus]
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)
Tell all my real niggas, “stay focused” (stay focused)
All my niggas find tasks, they focused (they focused)
If you do it for the five, stay focused (stay focused)
Tryna slam a lil’ kush, they bogus (they bogus)
All [?] window, she lacin’ the ocean
‘Member couldn’t sleep, seein’ rats and roaches (seein’ rats and roaches)
Yeah, but let you tell, nigga, it was all fame and fortune (it was all fame and fortune)

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Buckshot lyrics

(feat. KRS-One & DJ Premier)

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I used to work at Subway
Seven bucks an hour wasn’t much money
But I be rapping and kicking it on my lunch break
Like “I’mma make it out this motherfucker one day”
I was in the back, back seat of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a little cuckoo
Type of dudes who square up and knock a tooth loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the basement
That is the window I’m planning to vacate with
Pops put on bars just in case somebody breaks in
That’s not gonna stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus stop
I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck cops
And all my city’s known for grunge, flannel, puck rock
And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot

[Hook: (Macklemore)]
Window to window and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to bomb
(Buckshot)
Four in the morning I’m with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go
Window to window and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to bomb
Four in the morning I’m with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Just copped that new Boot Camp tape
The neighbors keep complaining ‘bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my thing
Give me two cans and you gon’ know my name
You don’t want to get involved
You know I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin’ through these alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen with Adidas on
I’m too speedy for police I’m chiefin’ through these streets, I’m gone
I got game, don’t need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some more
I was underground where he came from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat black aerosol
I woke up in the morning and I had a vision
These suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism
They hella mad, say my art is really bad for business
But I’mma paint a better world until the cans are empty
Now let it drip, let it drip
If they catch me doing dirt I’ll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I bomb the block
Speakers bumpin’, I was on that Buckshot

[Hook: (Macklemore)]
Window to window and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to bomb
(Buckshot)
Four in the morning I’m with the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go

[Refrain: Samples (KRS-One)]
Chill-chill-chilin’ with the crew
Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall
Who-who-who is he?
(Yeah, knowledge reigns supreme)
Got the world following the…

[Verse 3: KRS-ONE]
Turn up the CD or turn up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PC
See, my boys are really PC if you’re talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the city
I got twenty five cans in my napsack
Crossing out the whick-whack
T-O-Y-S’s ain’t even get that
Fat tips and black books, yo, we rep that
149th street bench is where we slept at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap
Those are not my words, the spray can said that
Where them reds at, or them green turquoise?
Where my real graf writers? Make some noise

[Outro: Samples (KRS-One)]
Chill-chill-chilin’ with the crew
Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall
Who-who-who is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the world following the…
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)

Lil Uzi Vert – Rich Forever Leaked lyrics

[Intro]
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse]
I pull up in Bentley, no Beamer
Balenciaga, these not no Arenas
I got a chopper could clear whole arenas
I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina
I let that lil’ bitch just hold on my Nina
You know I stay, don’t have to get my cheese up
I remember that bitch wasn’t a speaker
Now I’m the only thing come out her speakers
These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers
I get the cake like I work for Denise’s
Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man
These soft ass niggas can’t f*ck with the demon
You know Lil Uzi got the bitches feindin’
I got the Glock and my laser is beamin’
These niggas borin’, tell me when they’re leavin’
Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not readin’
These niggas old yeah their hairlines recedin’
Go get the money, blue checks I’m receivin’
Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix
I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus
She on her knees and she beg for the semen
Rick Owens my bed, I trip when I’m dreamin’
Bitch out my way, at the top, you can’t glo me
Did everything so it’s nothin’ you can show me
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
I’ma just pass you just right to my homie
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
Take the safety off and blast my opponent
These rappers pitiful, also my children too
I don’t know why they’re always actin’ bogus
One of my youngest children just went platinum
Startin’ to think he better than my oldest
Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up
Made three million off my shoulders
Drippin’, drownin’ in the water, yeah
Got more money than your father, yeah
So that means you’re my daughter (daughter)
Choppers on me, I got 40 (40)
Jack boys rip the floor up (floor up)
Sawed-off getting taught (bow)
Stomach shot, get your core (core)
Went 2Pac, watch the door
2Pac, that’s Shakur
Nigga better watch his whore (yeah)
I’ma send him to the Lord (Lord)
He was on life support (‘port)
But the doctor pulled the cord (cord)
That’s what happen when we warrin’ (woo)
1600, leave you snorin’ (woo)
Counter carbon, that’s a Corbin (woo)
Blue tips in the FN
It’s G.E.D. like I’m testin’ (G.E.D.)
Get every dollar with no dressin’ (yeah)
They won’t play this on your FM (ayy)
You a rat, call the PC
That’s the pest control, not protection
Tell my bitch, “You his best friend?
Oh no, bitch you gon’ text him (what?)
Let him ease in my section
We gon’ hit him with a message (message)”
We got shooters out in Essex (Essex)
We got shooters out in Texas (Texas)
All my niggas know is wreck sh*t (wreck sh*t)
Throw your set, throw your set, bitch
You keep showin’ me your new bitch
Boy, you’re f*ckin’ on my ex-bitch
She with you for a check, bitch
Gave her racks, diamond necklace
You can keep it, I got extra (extra)
No, they can’t out-check us (check us)
Spend a hundred, put the rest up (yeah)
Niggas tryna be the best us
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Smoke a blunt, 4 G’s in there
Goyard wallet with the cheese in there
Margiela, put my feet in there (yeah)
VVS’, put my teeth in there (yeah)
High 20s, you get Cs in there
Fredericksville, I ain’t leavin’ there
1600, yeah, I be in there
Come around, you get whacked here
Come around, you get wet here (wet)
Come around, you get checked here (checked here)

wifisfuneral – LilSkiesFuneral (feat. Lil Skies)

[Verse 1: Wifisfuneral]
Okay last year
I was broke as fuck and didn’t have a cent
Past tense
Who my competition? I ain’t having it
Plot thickens
You could cut the tension with a knife then
Jewels looking like a [?] Ruby suicide, damn
Suicide doors on the lamb, damn
I was on my doozy PC
Ain’t no lagging shit
Couple of loose ends in my back and shit
Gotta cut it fat and get swoll in this bitch
Yuh, bitch I’m ripped
Off the rip load down a zip
Watch my cage, watch how I kick
Okay, dope move in motion
Hold my pistol with no holster
If I’m lying then I’m dying
Two [?] inside my soda
Wifi back up on the block, aye
Dope all in my sock
I got it out the mud well I drink mud up on the rocks

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
Last year I was broke
This year a nigga rich
I’ma ride or die for my clique
You get one shot, so don’t miss
I get jammed, and won’t snitch
Your fans scream like a bitch
Quicksand, sink in a ditch
Been a man since I was a kid
Pink molly got her on a trip
Drink lean, purple when I shake
Gettin’ money, fuck a sneak diss
Niggas pussy, I can smell the fish
Move peas, like I’m gaining weight
Big beats like an 808
And I ball like I’m Hardaway
Bitch try to take my heart away
I just ran up in your trap
Take work I ain’t giving it back
Hit a block and you know I’ma tax
Niggas hate, you know that’s a fact
I run it up, fell in love with the sack
She fell in love when I hit from the back
I’ma touch her kitty cat, rough
Dog in it, call me Max
Nigga, yeah, I been a threat
I don’t give a fuck what you wanna do
We can pull up broad day
Get you out the way
Not leave a clue
I’ma old man, fuck a rule
Give her good pipe like a tool
Diamonds hit, looking at my jewels
Back then, trapping at my school

[Outro: Lil Skies]
But that was okay to us
She was off angel dust
And she didn’t know who to trust
Girl, stuck in a fantasy
You are so dangerous
There is no team in us
We are too dangerous
Girl, but that was okay to us
She was off angel dust
And she didn’t know who to trust
Girl, stuck in a fantasy
You are so dangerous
There is no team in us
We are too dangerous, girl

Jadakiss – Big Dog Status Lyrics

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a fed rap

[ad-libs]

I tried to walk away from my bad habits
But I realized they bringing me mad cabbage
I’m really nice, these niggas is mad average:
Whoever ain’t a lizard or a rat is a backstabber
Trynna climb my way up out of hell on a black ladder
Get my pocket and wallet just a tad fatter
That’s why they love me in the hood cuz I always told facts
You ain’t really a hustler if you never sold crack
A good relationship with the fiends is forever love
Jail ain’t a part of the plan and it never was
It’s whatever cuz how you want it homie
When I get to clapping don’t get too running on me
Time’s ticking, candy paint dripping
My chick mean, plus I’m on the lean like I’m sipping
Trynna gain focus I got the game in a Full Nelson in case you ain’t noticed;
Cocaine quotas stay away from promoters and McCain voters
Cuz the fame’ll put a lot of weight on your shoulders
Trying to get my coupes up then I get the roof cut
Better than being in the county trying to get your suits up

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a Fed rap

Spend money just because, do it for the fuck of it
Drought don’t affect me cuz I buy too much of it
I ain’t got to sneeze for you to bless me
Test me the closest I ever get to a phantom probably SP (GHOST)

Explicit at the felony hearing i don’t need trial
TEN NBA niggas on speed dial
Imma do my thing on the side in the meanwhile
I’ll probably be one of the nicest until I’m senile
I need one of these new niggas don’t get it mixed up
Louis Vuitton gas mask cooking the bricks up
I’ma break down wit you – just give me the big cut
Send some lil niggas through there to tighten your wig up
Brothers that’s behind the wall that call the bing home
This is that grimy shit it’s not a ringtone
This is for the niggas that’s reeing
That appreciate a prophet whenever they see him PC him
We all in the same game just different levels
Dealing with the same hell just different devils

Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Hustle get your bread back dice game head crack
Felony possession of a firearm is a Fed rap

Real talk – P Money lyrics

Lyrics P Money – Real talk

So what if you recorded and mixed down P Money Is Power?
I gave you back all that respect and power
Nobody could rush you
No one could touch you, G, let alone cuss you
I showed you road and girls and buss you
You was a broke-arse can’t afford bus yout
N.E. gave you a PC and then buss you
You’re acting like you done it yourself, f**k you!
No, bro, you are the man that’s worthless
You stole from the roof over your head
And took things from the studio, caught red handed on cam
You were trading for pennies from Cash Converters
Opportunist, you were stealing from Mella
How could you steal from Mella?
In fact, how could you steal from his father?
Put that in your sob story, you ain’t clever
I’ve never been moist, it was probably the wetter
Definitely on sight, and it’s probably forever
You wanna mention mum’s yard, come, darg
I will have a shotty and a mask from V for Vendetta
But you ain’t on that, man, I know you
Shut your mout, I don’t owe you
You worked for the guy that was putting out my CD
That’s why the studio time was free
Shut your mout, I don’t owe you
And you can come with a punchline verse
Nothing surprises me when you write for me
‘Cause I can hear what I taught you
Stormer was there when I showed you what punchlines were
And Little Dee taught you about multiple rhyming
Like you said in your Fire in the Booth
All you had was beats and s**t bars
I mean how else did you think you got this hard?
Wait, we know how you got this hard
Cos you’re only half a writer
Let’s see what your fans are gonna think when
You finally admit that you use Master Writer
For those who don’t know, that’s a program on Windows
You use, when you type in a word
And it comes up with every other word that rhymes
What if I told you he was doing that way before ’09?
How dare they compare you and I
I got money and I put on for grime
You got signed, fixed your teeth, put on a suit
And started singing about suicide (Overload)
Years later, talking about breddahs have been blocking you
No one ain’t scared, pop was stopping you
You buried yourself, that’s why you’re a rotten yout
But you tried to block me though
Man tried to stop me eating
Had me, Tom and Geeneus in a meeting
Man said Dot’s managers are demanding
I be taking off shows, I couldn’t believe him
I was like “Oh my God”
Instead of being a man and turning up to perform songs
You tried performing a gastric bypass
Don’t know why you’re flexing on my cards
Ringing up Vex cos you were scared of my dargs
Whole game failed you on the test that I passed
That’s when banging you up became my task
Send your shots, my shield’s better than a right guard
I smell a pussyhole in need of some RightGuard
Ran out of Stockwell, ran out of OGz
Ran out of Nando’s, ran out of Hoodstars
Dunno what you done to your mum but not even Bart was right by his marj
How are you talking like you got darked?
You played with a short fuse, got sparked
F**k your drive, press V and get parked
Everybody’s saying it’s gonna be historical
The absent father of grime
Everybody knows the biological father is always diabolical
I don’t have to but you I wanna school
SoundCloud yours, I’ll Spotify mine
You wanted to but you can’t sell lies
No bashment in sight when I turn up at yards
It’s guns, money and ammunition, it’s all cartel vibes
When I know where he lives and I roll through the bits
Lights off, blacked out, nine guys, four straps
Full clips, in the boot man’s got another six
I’ll let one of your fans work out the total eclipse
Remember how you met Shivs?
You were 19, a virgin and s**t
No game, man had me writing his MySpace messages
Man was all nervous and s**t
Then later on, man done a diss
How’s man doing a whole dub for Shivs?
Calling her a hoe when you wifey’d
Don’t lie, you wouldn’t have done it otherwise G, yeah
Feelings, blatantly wifey
Man’s really getting a kick out of calling her a sket
I was like hold on a sec
Doesn’t that mean you just wifey’d a sket?
Which one you gonna wifey next?
I ain’t even mentioned your ex… yet
But I’ll tell you about that girl you’re with now
When it comes to the girls, bro, your life’s vex
‘Cause you’ve gone and wifey’d Lusardi Rose
Name says it all ’cause everyone knows
She was beating man that you might call bro
Your closers are thinking “Woah, this is peak”
Her Snapchat’s got too many streaks
Bruddah, this ting’s run through HeavyTrackerz’ studio
Way more than me versuri-lyrics.info
Left with no tunes, no singing
No mix downs, just beats, no riddims
Innocent, pssh, who the hell is she kidding?
Did man really think that I wouldn’t spin him?
Your Fire in the Booth had me grinning
F**k Minarmy, I’ll spin armies in eight bars
My Gs could be Muslim, when I tell ’em it’s beef, they break fast
This MAC-10 will turn a mansion into a graveyard
‘Cause my man’s a prick
Diss my son and get blasted with what’s in the palm
Do not mention the Iron Man’s kid
I’ll address man here when I do it over my man’s wig
I don’t care who my man’s with
Deaf sound, my ting’s loud
When I give him this smoke, man better learn sign language
Rasta mode when I get nicked
Let my bredrins go, it’s all what I and I did
Snake in the grass, you’re fake
Everybody on my team eats when it’s my banquet
About school me, are you stupid? They don’t wanna book me when I’m on my maths s**t
I’ve got a shot that will take away man’s eyesight
Plus a blade to divide mans ribs
Sounds like a seven a side, when you hit the news
They’ll be like “that was my man’s pitch”
Call man fat all you want, when I banged you in the face
Your left cheek said “My man’s quick!”
Leg said “Woah, did you see what my man did?”
When I fucked up my man’s s**t
Come with them s**t bars about fatso
The thing is when I was as skinny as you
I still weren’t getting smacked up by fat blokes.(real talk)

Trust me
Nobody’s G checking me bro and not you
I don’t care who’s around you, you’re talking about olders
You’re 29, shut your mout
How you got olders at 29?
Upset? Aaw you and Blacks, bruv, ‘llow it bruv
You diss a crew, prepare to beef a crew. that’s what happens
You’re on your Snapchat and your Twitter talking about ah mans doing all this ’cause mans hating on you
Mans ne- why would man hate on you?
My career compared to yours is mad
Your peak is pop
I’ve been doing grime
There’s bare stuff I still ain’t said you’ve been doing
This is why this has happened, I smacked you up
‘Cause you’re a violater, you are a pagan
And now you wanna do lyrics but in your lyrics you’re now talking bout road
Make up your mind
Check my dub compared to your dub bro
I’m stating nothing but facts and violations of how much you are a pagan
All you’re doing is talking about what you think you would do to me and wanna do to me and rumours that ain’t true, bro
It’s air
I’m stating real life facts, that people around you know and will back up
And will actually say “Nah, but Dot you did that” “Nah but he’s got a point”
That’s why you ain’t winning this
‘Llow ittt.(real talk)
P Money lyrics
Video talk

Divine Council – Council Shit (Db$B Album)

[Verse 1: $ilkMoney]
I Pack-a-Punch my bitch cause she too weak for me
I rack up all my clips a thirty piece of wings
Need to rob me a nigga, I ain’t smoked no tree in weeks
A Mac up on my hip, bitch I don’t do PC’s
Split that love dovey ever so thuggy
No one above me
That shit to hit licks too
And keep your bitch warm like snuggies
Hit the butterfly nuh uh
That’s all she tokes so watch her do the Tootsie Roll
Need a freak bitch groupie hoe to put Froot Loops inside of her coochie hole

[Hook: $ilkMoney]
Lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it

[Verse 2: $ilkMoney]
What the fuck, where the fuck you think you going with tongue, hoe?
That’s all a nigga want anyway
Cause that pussy wack like wombo
Need me a frisky bitch to take them trips like a dumb hoe
I kiss her lips then flick her clit the bitch get so gone hoe
I don’t give a fuck, I still beat a bitch like Randy The Ram, though
Got black vans, [?] family rap where the fuck your momma at
Shoulda shut your trap now ponder that
I’m robber rap, oh they want their summer back
Nah nigga we come for that, better never let us in the party nigga cause we comin’ with straps

[Hook: $ilkMoney]
Lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it

[Verse 3: Cyrax]
They stop this shit for a nigga
I’m popping shit, ok lil bitch
You talking slick, your bitch she topped the clique and now you sink
I’m flexing up, lil bitch don’t give no fucks you looking stunned
You resting up lil nigga don’t know what’s up you out of luck
I’m on the road killing shows took your hoe all with my game
You a slow pockets low count the dough boy you so lame
On the scene smoking green, diamond bling i’m with my team
Fuck you mean, got the bean if you niggas want plot on me

[Hook: $ilkMoney]
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it

Quentin Miller – Expression 5

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the Clicks..
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P-(alright)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, ask the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it…
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

Divine Council – Council Shit

[Verse 1: $ilkMoney]
I pack and punch my bitch cos she don’t wait for me
I rack up all my clips a thirty piece of wage
Need to rob me a nigga, i ain’t smoked no tree in weeks
Mack upon my hip, bitch I don’t do PC’s
Split that love dovey ever so thuggy
No one above me
That shit that hit licks to it
Keep your bitch warm like snuggies
Hit the butterfly nuh uh
That’s all she tokes so watch her through the cicerole
Need a freak bitch groupie hoe to put through loose aside in her coochie hole

[Hook: $ilkMoney]
Lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it

[Verse 2: $ilkMoney]
What the fuck, what the fuck you think
You going with that tall hoe
That’s all a nigga want anyway
Cos that pussy wack like [?]
Need me a frisky bitch to take them trips like a dumb hoe
I kiss her lips then flick her clit the bitch get so gone hoe
I don’t give a fuck, I still beat a bitch like Randy [?]
Got black vans, [?] family rap where the fuck your momma at
Shoulda shut your trap now ponder that
I’m robber rap, oh they want their summer back
Nah nigga we come for that, better never let a silly putty nigga push camel straps

[Hook: $ilkMoney]
Lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it

[Verse 3: Cyrax]
They stop this shit for a nigga
I’m popping shit, ok lil bitch
You talking slick, your bitch she top the clit and now you sink
I’m flexing up, your bitch don’t give no fucks you looking stunned
You resting up lil nigga don’t know what’s up you wild as fuck
I’m on the road killing shows took your hoe all with my game
You a slow pop it slow count the dough boy you so lame
On the scene smoking green, diamond bling i’m with my team
Fuck you mean, got the bean if you niggas want plot on me

[Hook: $ilkMoney]
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it
Ok lil bitch
This that council shit lil nigga so bounce to it