Hustle Gang – Want Smoke (feat. T.I., Young Dro, London Jae & Yung Booke)

[Intro: T.I.]
Man, aye
It’s really like Hustle Gang everything
I don’t want no peon round me
Only bosses in my clique, you know what I’m saying?
Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(Boy, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Post-Chorus]
Anyway, what you gonna say?
Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon’ run and play
My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don’t want no smoke
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

[Verse 1: Dro]
This is a rap, this is a trap
That’s lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp
They call me Dro, this a four four
I’m with a out of town broad, she don’t go-go
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Run upon you with that Draco
I got my ratchet and I’m rockin’ Coogi
Don’t make me act a fool, don’t make me unload this uzi
I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money
We saw light on the haze, I shoot ’em the back of the face
I be the first nigga that’s catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I’m so G
You can not do me, I’m a certified gangsta
And I’m sponsored by Louis and Ralph
And I’m on they tanner, make them pull them bands out
Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now
Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now
Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P. gon’ cash out

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Still do it, looking like I steal your hoe
Still looking, still sing and hear bro
Ain’t hear raise zone
And I know it
Ship it in here like a fake cake
He’s making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae
You sayin’ he your homeboy, I say he dead weight
No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it
Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business
Get all your money and do your time if you get it
Play your position and play dumb as a witness
Stay reminiscing but cap a line for nutrition
Jab it and double what you mean and bail road
R.I.P., O-G-D free me, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Truth
One too many millionaires still rapping
Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems
Pistol better not be where you’re riding
You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch
You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, see

[Verse: ]
Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless
Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car
Whole army of shooters and Wassi’s the sergeant
Too hot, you’ve gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
Hey, I’m a giant, y’all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y’all
You suckers ain’t trillville
My chrome still will get to singin’ like Johnny Gil
Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real
Not the industry, that’s the difference
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon’ get it
I don’t just rap about it, my city’ll tell you that I live it [?]

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, nigga, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
[?]
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

Kodak Black – Cut Throat

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I had to snatch my golds out you know what I’m saying and go diamonds
Shawty said I look like I got Plies teeth
Pussy ahh hoe every nigga in Florida got permanent golds

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I just want to win and see all my niggas win
My nigga lost his trial, asked God why he ain’t win
I’m sliding in a Fin-Fin with a FN
AC popping, windows crossed up behind tint
My eyes on the prize, interstate 95
Yellow brick road but my rims gold
Yellow brick road trynna make it home
Went 95
You know how it go, I ain’t flipping french fries
I got checkbooks, got that work but no 9-5
Drive through with that big mac on the passenger side
Big mac to your face, kill a nigga appetite
What’s the point of going to college just to serve apple pies

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I’m the best because I beat the best, David and Goliath
Before the show money, I was grinding in Fort Myers
5.95, kicking doors in Pembroke Pines
Finessing all my life, all I know is slang that iron
She said that I look like Plies, so I put diamonds in my mouth
These permanents, just like them tears in your mama eyes
When you die nigga, I hope she tired of crying nigga
I got 7 now, I remember I had 5 figures
Yea, that’s your main bitch I’m just a side nigga
I fucked that bitch bare than I prayed about it
I snucked that nigga bare than I prayed about it
Free Lil Soto, they accusing him for 3 bodies
I did my [?], I skeeted off and popped 3 mollies
A nigga just died last night
I’m on my way to Georgia on a flight
But fuck it, I ain’t taking off my Knights
I’m fucking I ain’t cutting off the lights
I’m cut throat but I ain’t running with a knife
Boy zone sight, Sniper Gang call me Wesley Snipes
Wedding band ring, married to the game throwing rice

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin
I said I wasn’t gonna sin again Lord but I did
I said I wasn’t gonna fuck that bih no more but I did
Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands
Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin

Kodak Black – Right Now

[Verse 1]
I need to vibe ’cause I’m [?] right now
So I’m firin’ up the crypt right now
Cause I’m higher than a bih right now
I’ll turn this whole shit upside down

Stop lyin’ on ya dick
If you hit her, then you hit
Stop lyin’ on a bih
Everybody know ya snitched
Stop ridin’ on my dick, why you worried ’bout me?
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Fuck the law, I ain’t worried ’bout a plea
Fuck the alphabet, boy I just copped a QP
See me when ya see me, it’s Lil’ K to the B
On my Kyocera, my lick just called me for them D’s
I’m on E, pockets full, I’m on E
Ski with the Ree’s, I could pull a couple G
Ten toes down, I can put you on yo’ feet
Don’t slow me down, roadrunnin’ full speed
So high, I never felt like this
I’m so high, I’m ’bout to beat my bitch
I’m so high, it got my teeth grindin’
But fuck it, I’m just gon’ keep slidin’, ’cause the beat ridin’
I used to swim in the money, now I’m deep divin’
I swear I’m higher than a bih, it got me freestylin’
She say "Boy I never felt like this"
I told her "Shut up and eat my dick"
Aye pass the joint, you know sharin’ is carin’
I’m so high, I’m just sittin’ here starin’
(Kodak what you lookin’ at? You zoned out)
‘Bout that money, I’ll shoot out to Maryland
All these books, you’d think I’m a librarian
I bumped into a powerhouse, [?]
You keep grindin’, you can get a McLaren

[Interlude]

Kodak Black – Right Now Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I need to vibe ’cause I’m [?] right now
So I’m firin’ up the crypt right now
Cause I’m higher than a bih right now
I’ll turn this whole shit upside down

Stop lyin’ on ya dick
If you hit her, then you hit
Stop lyin’ on a bih
Everybody know ya snitched
Stop ridin’ on my dick, why you worried ’bout me?
Pop one, pop two, pop three
Fuck the law, I ain’t worried ’bout a plea
Fuck the alphabet, boy I just copped a QP
See me when ya see me, it’s Lil’ K to the B
On my Kyocera, my lick just called me for them D’s
I’m on E, pockets full, I’m on E
Ski with the Ree’s, I could pull a couple G
Ten toes down, I can put you on yo’ feet
Don’t slow me down, roadrunnin’ full speed
So high, I never felt like this
I’m so high, I’m ’bout to beat my bitch
I’m so high, it got my teeth grindin’
But fuck it, I’m just gon’ keep slidin’, ’cause the beat ridin’
I used to swim in the money, now I’m deep divin’
I swear I’m higher than a bih, it got me freestylin’
She say “Boy I never felt like this”
I told her “Shut up and eat my dick”
Aye pass the joint, you know sharin’ is carin’
I’m so high, I’m just sittin’ here starin’
(Kodak what you lookin’ at? You zoned out)
‘Bout that money, I’ll shoot out to Maryland
All these books, you’d think I’m a librarian
I bumped into a powerhouse, [?]
You keep grindin’, you can get a McLaren

[Interlude]

Chief Keef – Reload (feat. Tadoe & Ballout)

[Intro: Ballout]
Oooooo, what the fuck?
This bitch made my spill my muhfucking cup!

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
[?], stuff it
Half ounce, fuck it
This track bitch, you love it
Already fucking
That ain’t straight drop, that’s Tussin
That fake ice, tuck it
‘Cause this bling on me bussing
Believe that, trust it

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Balling real hard, I ain’t hooping nigga
Bought a lil bitch, I ain’t Cupid nigga
I get getting money, getting stupid figures
Got your gun but you ain’t shooting nigga
Hit a nigga pockets like a goofy, nigga
Blue Robbin’s jeans with the Ruger, nigga
Just copped a Porsche, real [?] nigga
Hit a few blocks acting foolish nigga
Smoking on the dope, got a toolie with us
Smoking on the thoinks, got a cutie with us
All my niggas solid, no fruity niggas
And I’m getting quap, still shooting niggas
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
Shawty bounce her ass like I’m Juvie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga
In this bitch, we gon’ make a movie nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Niggas steady talking that tough shit
Me and gang be on that fuck shit
This car I’m whipping be on that rough shit
Kentucky Derby, we on that dust shit
You want something nigga, meet me at the function
Don’t make your bitch meet me at the dungeon
All this muhfucking designer on me
Fuck around, thought I was up in London
Drive the car like it’s muhfucking stuntman
Shoot the ball like I’m muhfucking Kobe
Shoot the pistol like I’m muhfucking Odee
Ice on me got me colder than a polar
And the dope got me higher than a solar
In that thang, switching lanes like a bowler
Crack the window, the damn choppa go aroma
In on [?] skating, call me Homer

[Verse 4: Ballout]
Top of the roof, have my gang hoe
Just fucked yo bitch, kicked yo bitch out
Just took me a [?]
It ain’t even been an hour
Counting this money up
Know I had to run it up
Hopped out to get some cups
Hellcat, still [?]

[Verse 5: Tadoe]
Hellcat and just copped new jeans
Real [?]
Trap spot got like two or three
Hit my phone if you need a few P’s
In the strip club serving QP’s
New jeans cost me ’bout two keys
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese
Beep the ranch sauce, smoke the blue cheese

[Verse 6: Chief Keef]

Slim Jesus – Free Smoke Lyrics

[Produced by K. Griz]

[Intro]
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse]
All this ice on my neck like hockey
Try and jack my chain and I’m going out like Rocky
I’ll be the last one if you ever try to rob me
Hollow bullets leave your body hot like [?]
You say you want a verse, I need a band for that
I get paid for this shit cause I know how to rap
All this money coming in got my pockets looking fat
All these bitches on my dick cause they know I got these racks
Got the bands now, now I don’t know how to act
Flip a QP then I blow it all in sacks
Catch me out in traffic, guarantee I got a strap
So try to hit a [?], guarantee I blow you back
[?] cause I got that loud pack
Never on that weak shit, bitch I stay on attack
I never let a lick take me for my pack
If you try to run off, then the bullets hit his back

Smoking on a Backwood full of [?]
Riding through [?] where the ops at
Ask my lil bro where the mop at
He said if we catch a op he [?] that
.45 on my waist, not no .38
And everywhere I go, I let my [?]
Fuck these rappers, they don’t want a gang bang
Smoking on your dead homie cause he was a [?]
[?] on my ass, pull up we could match
I see the [?] on your goofy ass
Catch you out in traffic, get your chain snatched
Tell ’em fuck wit hit, get his change back
I hit the mall, spending all this blue cash
But even out in public ops can’t get a pass
I do the drill, then I do the dash
Henny in my cup, that’s why I almost crashed

[Outro]
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gucci Mane – Bales (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
Yeah (yeah)
Woo (woo)
Can you hear me now?
Gucci, Wizop
Bangladesh

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

[Verse 1]
A hundred bales on the floor
Let’s have a marijuana war
Sellin’ this gas, countin’ this cash
Fuck, it’s 12 at the door
So many plants in this bitch it look like I live on a farm
So many lamps in this bitch it look like I’m trying to build a bomb
Me and my shooter, back of the Uber
Pull up with Buddha, that’s how we maneuver
If we don’t know ya, then we can’t serve ya
If you don’t pay me, then we gonna shoot ya
Gucci got 500 bags of OG’s and shit
Y’all niggas selling QP’s and shit
Got percs, loaded tabs, and PT’s and shit
And a nigga so rich, he don’t need this shit

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

[Verse 2]
Call me anything, but don’t call the cops on me
I fly private because I got the blocks on me
Check the trailer trunk, got a crop on me
I got a cartel kingpin watch on me
Sellin’ more weed than dispensaries
Broke niggas don’t make sense to me
So many mexicans bringing in the tree for me
I think Trump trying to build a fuckin’ fence for me
Pink diamonds on my ring, stick my finger in her pussy
Big Guwop, I’m the bully of the bully
Got bales of the cookie, well connected with the [?]
Not the [?], not the [?], now you lookin’ like a junkie
You an errand boy, I’m gonna treat you like a flunkie
And I ain’t from [?], but I been gettin’ money
You a small time nigga and you still gettin’ fronted
I’m across the street nigga, send the weed cross country

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

A-Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Timeless letras

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All the faces on my watches, jump out it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent the 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent the 100 thousand on mileage
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, "I love you," I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’

[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah, I fuck it up, I fuck it up some more
We switch the flow up, if you a busta I’ma cut you off
Bitch I’m goin’ up
Gettin’ money, what the fuck you thought?
Nigga, hold up it get ugly
I’m a fuckin boss, hah
Good now but I started off
Just a young nigga runnin’ ’round and the butter soft
Try to run down on me nigga you should knock it off
I ain’t get lucky mothafucka
Took a couple loses, yeah
What u sayin’? You ain’t really on shit
Got zippers on my jeans like I’m Billy on this
I ain’t sippin’ no more lean I’ve been trippin’ off it
I’ve been pissin’ codeine and I ain’t wit the shits, woah
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Wake up faded still end up drinking
Make-up on my t-shirt, I hate it
R.I.P. t-shirts, I hate it
Fall asleep, wake up still I’m faded
Bubba prolly lost 50 K in vegas
Pour up purple and then make it turn pinkish
Said that I was done with it but I’m still drinkin’
I can’t waste no time, I can’t waste no time with it
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Timeless letras

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All the faces on my watches, jump out it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent the 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent the 100 thousand on mileage
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, "I love you," I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah, I fuck it up, I fuck it up some more
We switch the flow up, if you a busta I’ma cut you off
Bitch I’m goin’ up
Gettin’ money, what the fuck you thought?
Nigga, hold up it get ugly
I’m a fuckin boss, hah
Good now but I started off
Just a young nigga runnin’ ’round and the butter soft
Try to run down on me nigga you should knock it off
I ain’t get lucky mothafucka
Took a couple loses, yeah
What u sayin’? You ain’t really on shit
Got zippers on my jeans like I’m Billy on this
I ain’t sippin’ no more lean I’ve been trippin’ off it
I’ve been pissin’ codeine and I ain’t wit the shits, woah
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Wake up faded still end up drinking
Make-up on my t-shirt, I hate it
R.I.P. t-shirts, I hate it
Fall asleep, wake up still I’m faded
Bubba prolly lost 50 K in vegas
Pour up purple and then make it turn pinkish
Said that I was done with it but I’m still drinkin’
I can’t waste no time, I can’t waste no time with it
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless

DJ SpinKing – Timeless (feat. A Boogie) (Snippet) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All [?] faces on my watches, I’m ’bout it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent a 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent a 100 thousand on mollies
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, “I love you,” I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah…

DJ SpinKing – Timeless Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All [?] faces on my watches, I’m ’bout it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent a 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent a 100 thousand on mollies
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, make your bitch drive up
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, “I love you,” I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a thot bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, but if [?] hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah…