Penx – Puncherfaust 3 Lyrics (feat. Eripe)

[Zwrotka 1: Eripe]
Wkurwiłeś mnie Michał z tym Stepem, po chuj żeś tam poszedł?
Nie no, zgrywam się, super, że już cię nie ma z nami
Dalej zgrywam się, wiesz, że wciąż cię tu w sercu noszę
Póki nie nagrasz ze Sztossem jakieś ballady
Koniec beki, to jest Puncherfauster, ja wbijam z rapem, by zastrzelić was
To gówno ci siada na mózg, to mój peanut butter jelly time
Wokół ciała, popatrz Michał Anioł nawet wzdycha
Znowu coś zmalowałem, Boże, dla was to kaplica
Czuję niechęć do was kurwy, mów mi Jack the Ripper
Jak już piszę wasze ksywy, no to przed R.I.P stawiam
Nasz styl, choć nie modne już się tym stylem jarać
Twój idol tu w damskich łachach, ja bawię się szykiem zdania
Podzielone kto tu jest supergwiazdą
Kariery wasze tak małe, widać przez Lupe Fiasco
I co matkojebcy, klasyki tu tworzę łatwo
A każdy narkoleptyk już po tym nie może zasnąć

[Zwrotka 2: Penx]
Joł, siema RIP, śmierć to bardzo dobra dieta, ponoć działa, ty
Jak ładujemy to tracą 21 gram i to od strzała
Porozdupca jak po typie tak – marketing szeptany
Zaraz pewnie zaczną krzyczeć jak rap ich jest rozjebany
Eripenx, tego kurwa chcieliście
Pytacie się czy chcemy zmienić grę, ty, jebać was
I teraz czas na rebus: nie ma tak by nie rozjebał was na stopro
Łączymy siły, nie ma tak żeby któryś z nas stracił godność
On się kończy – ja zaczynam, ksywa w jedną całość
Grozili nam, widać jak nic po nas nie zostało
My jak bracia syjamscy zrośnięci plecami
Odwrócone ideały ale wiemy co przed nami
Nowi gracze – kreskówki, ledwo to zna alfabet
Ani me i ani be przed majkiem, leci hak na japę
Chcesz się lepiej poczuć? Się nie pucuj pięć dni, dobry boże
Pierdolę was, litość to zbrodnia a bóg ma dożywocie

Kida Kudz – Bounce Lyrics (feat. Wiley)

[Intro: Kida Kudz]
Jigga
Jigga boys
Nasty
Yeah, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do (Uh-huh)
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

[Verse 1: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that I do
Orobo cannot do
Them jiggas ain’t fly like I do
They ain’t getting to the bag like I do
Bubble, bubble
You nuh we seh pattern when we link up, yeah, yeah
No trouble, trouble
When you see me at the bar to make a drink up yah-hi
Every single girl wanna move
Baby girl, say she in love with the crew
I can never lie, I’m in love with you too
If I was a girl, I’ll be loving me too
Yeah-eh

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

[Verse 2: Wiley]
Every likkle style that we buss
They wanna try copy us
I don’t wanna another one of fuss
But they tried to leave man across
Top shelf vibe, it’s a must
Don’t get left behind in my dust
Said the only way we climbing is up
We don’t wanna mess nuttin’ up
The style that we bust, runaway ting
When I get a crep, every colourway ting
We ain’t out ‘ere living off the other days win
We just keep it pushing, all my brothers, they’re kings

[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

[Verse 3: Kida Kudz]
And the only way is up
And your gyallie really wanna gimme top
Pull up in a fast car, you know it’s a drop
Playboi Carti, all my jiggas Milly rock
RIP to my niggas I done lost
VIP when we pull up to the spot
We don’t show ID when we pull up in a club
A$AP Rocky, Hallelujah, Praise the Lord

[Pre-Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Every likkle ting that we do
Dem other guys cannot do
When we step pon the dance floor, they feeling my dance so
You already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)
Every likkle ting that you do
Dem other girls cannot do
So when we step pon the dance floor, they feeling your dance so
They already know it’s a groove (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Kida Kudz]
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Gyallie make it bounce
Come and get these pounds

Doomtree – Five Alive Lyrics

[P.O.S]
Shambles as a rule
Tangled like
Chasing a train
But still look cool
Somehow still limp along
So fly that it feels like a strut
Like glitter on a black eye
Or tattoos over scars
Keeping all flames lit
When the breeze 5 alarm
Bet tho
Fresh coat of Rusto
Flat black (yeah duh)
Tight bolts, Presto
Till the bell tolls really
Till my knees and my speech goes silly
Till it reach that hilltop spread
With the views and the truth
Get whole, break bread
Been ready, been set
Been chilly, been dead
All the way live tho
By some twist of energy I’m alive
And I can’t just not
I’m head first, dive in

[SIMS]
I was really dripping
Thinking there was peace to ink in
Guess I had fallen on my own pen
Writing “do you”
Now I’m really bending
Guessing Every sword is double edged
Never thought that art was war
Cut cord
I wonder
Do you too?

[SIMS HOOK]
My friend he’s all heart
It’s on sleeve
He’s all hurt
He’s all art
He’s won’t speak
It decorates his arms

My girl she’s all work
She’s no sleep
She’s all hurt
She’s all art
She won’t grieve
It decorates my house

[MIKE MICTLAN]
These tattoos don’t say much to you
Wake me up in the middle of a night terror
Im scared but these tats don’t talk me down
Safe arms & my fists can’t fight fair
Ghost Dad? Nah son that’s Dadface to you
Left & right
Life or death, Aztec, more than skin deep, sacrifice the blood to you
Lines connect the scars like connect the dots, got 8 for my crew
Ink for my dead big sis center of the chest spot right where her heart went stop
Off tha RIP half dead plenty mizer
Pound foolish & a Pennywiser
Glucometer high but now my veins don’t pump that saccharin, fentanyl, Pfizer

[DESSA]
Leave it running
Leave the keys in it
If I ain’t back in a minute, gun it
You can go and keep it
I got both feet on the gas
Something to prove, nothing to lose
Extra room in the back
Little petty cash
In the petticoat
So if the getaway’s gone
I’m still ready though
Hold steady on the straightaway, fast as f**k
Then it’s pencils down because the 8 bar’s up

[CECIL OTTER]
Autumn walks along the woods
Hardest talks about the past
Always saying if I could’ve
Always ending in the glass
Only friends are finish last types
Soda jerks that miss the glass
All they ever did was gas light
No reverse…hit the gas
It’ll last, it’ll stay
The medicine is fast
The bed is never made
Head is in the past
Telling me to stay
Risk it all now?
Edit, let it fade
Edit edit, get it, gut it now
Check my night light, it ain’t coming down
Write for the night, I’m living, loving
Running, drilling, I did my bed, I’m done and gone

[SIMS HOOK]
My friend he’s all heart
It’s on sleeve
He’s all hurt
He’s all art
He’s won’t speak
It decorates his arms

My girl she’s all work
She’s no sleep
She’s all hurt
She’s all art
She won’t grieve
It decorates my house

Sy Ari Da Kid – Shoulda Woulda Coulda Lyrics

[Intro: Mekhi Phifer and Sy Ari Da Kid]
They killin’ my little man, B. I’m about to be on some real murder shit, A. I’m tellin’ you man, any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money or ever said any jealous bullshit about me is f**kin’ dead. You understand what the f**k I’m sayin’, A? They’re f**kin’ dead, man
Yeah

[Verse 1]
If I was Mitch, I would’ve wanted to murder niggas too
But when you choose that life, the murder rate is you, true
See, as a father, Mitch had hustled the hard way
Knowing his action was puttin’ Sonny in harm’s way
Should have stayed low key, knowin’ he was flexin’
He ain’t need the whip with the gold BBSs
He ain’t have to partner with Rico, knowin’ he extra
I would’ve never lived with Uncle Ice, knowin’ he jealous
Move out the hood, and I don’t mean moved for a months
Then move back, I mean move out for good
Dirty money to clean, money makin’ shit
Now paid in full, RIP to money makin’ Mitch, that’s word

[Interlude: Darien Berry & Omar Epps]
C’mon man, it’s Blizz, of course I’m takin’ care of myself, man
Yeah man, it’s nice to see you, man
Yeah pardon me for a second, I’m ’bout to rob this place
What’s up?
Alright everybody puts your hands in the air and face the f**kin’ bar!
Aw shit!
Don’t look at me, goddamnit! Ay yo Q, you want a piece of this?
Nah man I’m outta here
Aight, everybody, take your f**kin’ clothes off!

[Verse 2]
If I was Q, I would’ve been down, like what’s the next move
Nah I’m bullshittin’, I prolly just would’ve left too
But if I was Blizz, I would’ve asked Q about a gig
Or anything not to do another bid
But jobs not hiring ‘cus of something I did
In the past, they gon’ treat us like criminals when we kids
No food inside the fridge, well, nowhere to put a fridge
‘Cus I ain’t got nowhere to f**kin’ live
Momma on drugs, Daddy said I wasn’t his
And I’m out here starvin’, nigga something’s gotta give
Life’s a bitch, shit I prolly would’ve robbed the place too
Hell I prolly would’ve even robbed Q and you, muhf**ka

[Interlude: Cuba Gooding Jr. & Morris Chestnut & Sy Ari Da Kid]
Let’s go
Alright, wait a minute man. Let’s split up
No, man I don’t think we should do that. I mean if we gotta throw some hands I think it’ll be better if we’re together
Aw man, them fools ain’t gon’ wanna do nothin’ man, they just showin’ out and shit
RICKY!
Yo

[Verse 3]
If I was Tre, I would’ve never split up with Ricky
If I’m ridin’, you ridin’ with me and jealous ones envy
Now how the f**k it get to this? You shouldn’t have been running yo’ lips
Knowin’ they bloods and your brother is a crip, shit
This ain’t no time to take no motherf**kin’ piss
Them niggas wanna leave you in a motherf**kin’ ditch
Them niggas furious like my father name
Speakin’ of my father, follow me, he gave me all the game
Hopefully we make it back to our side and see your brother
Even though they’ll probably f**kin’ kill each other
Them gang bangin’ options, you know it’s on and poppin’
Your brother in our life, you got a scholarship to college
Just think about your mama

[Outro]
Damn
And that’s what I would do
Shoulda woulda coulda, right?
I know

Yt Triz – Vamonos Lyrics

[Intro]
Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos
I’mma tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos

[Verse 1: YT Triz]
Which one of these pussy ass niggas wanna
Make a nigga smoke ’em like some marijuana
See the chopper, we can pull around the corner
Feel ’em your back and got the monkey on ’em
‘Fore they turn your baby momma to a loner
I stopped sellin’ rocks but I keep a stoner
Never leave without it, I’mma keep it on me
Throw back (?) and leave you lonely
Bitch pussy super wet it’s Aquifina
I’mma beat the pussy, Ike and Tina
All I know is racks like Sabrina
Leave for the white bitch, French and Trina
Niggas say that we we’re beefin’, so I’m eatin’ dinner
Pretty pussy poppin’ paint a perfect picture
I pull and puff it, pass it fly as caterpillar
Nigga you ain’t gettin’ money, you ain’t (?) witcha
I’ve been tryna get a rollin’ Rova like a rollie polly
Down to my last (?) jugg don’t smoke type
Put a bad bitch on the molly, holy mollie
Put a chopper in the trunk, drive a truck while we loaded
Workin’ like a Mexican, I’m gettin’ cash for it
Finna pull a robbery, just bought a mask for it
Talk street nigga sense, take a class for it
And I’ll get to a nigga if he ask for it

[Hook]
Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos
I’mma tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos
Why you talkin’ on the phone, bitch?
Ain’t no talkin’ on the phone, bitch
Ain’t no talkin’ on the phone, bitch
Ain’t no talkin’ on the phone, bitch
Pull up and drop a nigga like a domino, vámonos
I’mma tell a nigga bye like adiós, vámonos

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Four carbonators in the dome
Pull up sideways, two six in the trunk
That’s how my little woe ride
Hit finger licking, got a ho on the north side
Black bottles in the bando
Nigga ready to ride, runnin’ out like Rambo
Red light in the Lambo
Gettin’ money so you know they heard I keep heavy ammo
RIP out the (?)
No shirt, blowin’ dope, they consider me a hassle
If ya got it, I’mma snatch you
Talkin’ check f**kboy, so I think it’s time to cash you
Haters thought it was a costume
Til I blow thirty racks 30 minutes up at (?)
Broke nigga better check mine
Ice on, even put Rose Gold on a Tec 9

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Get the cash out the envelope, count it on the ironin’ board
That’s a body blow, he comatose
Stand over him, blaow, now he ghost
Get the drank in the double cup, tryna drink it while it’s cold
Ballin’ since 94, feelin’ like a pot of gold
Neighborhood jump like Geronimo
My bitch pussy taste like Häagen-Dazs
Ride and die, you get buried like Manilo
Time to go, you got to go when it’s your time to go
I catch you later like a common cold, down the road
I got a ho, that got a ho, that got a lot of hoes
I rob a store, a stop n’ go, I even rob the poor
My stomach hurtin’, palms itchin’ with a snotty nose
Comin’ through your curtains, guns spittin’ aimin’ high and low
That’s how it go, I need a fix, a nigga diagnose
I need to fix this f**kin’ sickness before I explode
My momma said the streets wicked, I said ma I know
And only thing pops said was how much I owe
And cops givin’ niggas tickets just for drivin’ slow
They tell its the codeine, I say “how you know?”
A giant with the green, I ain’t jolly though
It’s YM , that’s my team, nigga, vámonos

[Hook]

Cris Streetz – Hands Up Lyrics

[Hook: Cris Streetz]

Jesus there’s money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
But I don’t give a f**k

Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

[Verse 1: Cris Streetz]

Run wit murderers
You prolly heard of us
UNT we not conservatives
We more like serving ya
Hella smoke spilling liquor
f**k if we disturbing ya
Only f**king 10’s any less curving ya
Swear this life turned me cold
So I’m fresh out o f**ks
Stepping to me in ya plans
I suggest don’t try ya luck
RIP shirts can’t print fast enough
Milk carton boys they been missing for some months
Woods by the boxes
Cirocs we poppin
Tell her bring a couple friends
Cuz I like some options
When you got the lowest numbers
No negotiating
Sucka peep the stats
Then proceed to hating
We just hurting feelings
They so fabricated
Ron arrest flow
Metta world flagrant
f**k da police
Hands up and they still spraying

[Hook: Cris Streetz]

Jesus there’s money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
But I don’t give a f**k

Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

[Verse 2: Cris Streetz]

Bronx NY land of the hustlers
2 phones like gates & line full of customers
Shawties tryna fall in love
Real G’s f**k wit us
And all around the city see the hats
Know we bubbling up
Criminal minded
Justice league signed him
Smile full of diamonds
If you look you get blinded
Been getting busy
But right now the perfect timing
Only built off hustle boy we don’t do that crying
This what my city sound like
Bag ya work to it
Youngin stay spitting that word
Go to church to it
From the place that started it all
Gave birth to it
S/o to who opened these doors
Now we run through it

[Hook: Cris Streetz]

Jesus there’s money to the ceiling
Trap niggas blessed one hell of feeling
Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

Pop more bottles
Roll more blunts
Bouncer said put it out
But I don’t give a f**k

Hands up hands up
When we walk up in the building
Hands up hands up
Like the jack boys caught you slipping

Trippie Redd – Moon Walker Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
No, not yet, I can still detect the energy source behind the plants that were controlling all those people
Blue cheese
Blue cheese
Blue cheese
Ooh-wee
Right there

[Chorus]
Yeah, big bro pulled up, gave me blue cheese (Blue cheese), yeah
Like a angel, baby, I just grew wings (Grew wings), yeah
She fascinated, I’m in soup B’ (Soup B’), yeah
Diamonds ’round my neck, that bitch like, “Ooh-wee” (Yeah), yeah
Hundred racks in, hundred racks out (Yeah, yeah)
Hundred bags in, hundred bags out
We oh-so up, ain’t goin’ down (No), yeah
We to the moon (To the moon), to the moon (Moon), yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, gang (Oh-oh)
Diamonds ’round my neck (My neck)
And all on my chest (My chest, oh)
Damn, I’m so goddamn blessed (Goddamn blessed)
But man, I’m so goddamn stressed (I’m so stressed)
Damn, I just fucked my ex (Fucked my ex)
RIP to my brother X (To my bro)
Condolences to mama X (Mama X)

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, uh (Okay, uh)
And I’ma still count these checks (These checks)
And I’ma put my foot on they necks (On they necks)
‘Cause we still need our respect

[Chorus]
Yeah, big bro pulled up, gave me blue cheese (Blue cheese), yeah
Like a angel, baby, I just grew wings (Grew wings), yeah
She fascinated, I’m in soup B’ (Soup B’), yeah
Diamonds ’round my neck, that bitch like, “Ooh-wee” (Yeah), yeah
Hundred racks in, hundred racks out (Yeah, yeah)
Hundred bags in, hundred bags out
We oh-so up, ain’t goin’ down (No), yeah
We to the moon (To the moon), to the moon (Moon), yeah

Stormzy – Do Better Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(Oh yeah)
Yo (Oh yeah)
Let it breathe (Oh yeah)
Just let it breathe (Oh yeah)
Let it breathe, ayy (Oh yeah)
Let it breathe (Oh yeah)
One time, let it breathe (Oh yeah)
Yo (Oh yeah), like

[Verse 1]
If I can do better then I’ll be better
Rolling in the deep, I need to breathe better
I see demons in my sleep, I need to sleep better
Having visions of my friends in RIP sweaters
Have you ever had to sacrifice your health?
Ever had to sacrifice yourself?
Plus I got an army full of dickheads tryna sabotage my wealth
But I know it’s self-destructive if I bang ’em by myself, wow
Like God hold me down ’til I’m downed
God, hold me down ’til I drown (Hold me down ’til I drown)
It’s like I nearly fell into the ground
But the holy blood of Christ, you don’t ever let me down
Lord knows I’ll be back up in minutes and disappear
Wonder if I flip, all my mandem just disappear
Number seventeen on my little list of fears
Then she tells me not to speak and she whispers in my ear like

[Chorus]
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Better)
I’ma need you to do better (Better)
I’ma need you to do better (Better)
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Better)
I’ma need you to do better (Better)
I’ma need you to do better (Better)
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better

[Verse 2]
If I coulda done better, woulda got better
My brudda looked me in my face and said, “You’re not better”
I said, “Give me two secs,” bill a spliff, take a hit, reminisce
And then I bet I feel a lot better
Man, I used to spend my time on the roof
It weren’t a penthouse suite, but I was fine with the views
What’d you do with your pain? I put mine in a zoot
Then I smoke it all away to take my mind off the truth
Was a troublesome yout, had desire for war
Bought my mummy a coupe, she nearly cried on the floor
Spend time in my sneaks or spend a night in my thoughts
You walk a mile in these, I walk a mile in yours
Ah, man, all the things I been battling through the year
Wonder if my bro woulda made it if I was there
Number twenty-five on my little list of fears
Then she tells me not to speak and she whispers in my ear like

[Chorus]
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Better)
I’ma need you to do better
I’ma need you to do better
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Better)
I’ma need you to do better
I’ma need you to do better
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better

[Interlude]
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Better)
I’ma need you to do better
I’ma need you to do better
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Better)
I’ma need you to do better
I’ma need you to do better
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better
I know everything is okay (Okay)
But I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better (Do better)
I’ma need you to do better

King Von – No Flaws Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
No flaws
King Von
I ain’t got no flaws
No flaws
King Von
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

[Verse 1]
Bitch, get out, now walk
Told these hoes ’bout playin’ with me
And he outlined in chalk
All my bullets RIP’s
She left me, haha
Man, these hoes be so funny
And you know how I rock
All these hoes in love with me
When I pull up, they run
All the opps, they run from me
And they call me King Von
K-I-N-G-V-O-N, say

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna talk
Baby, don’t you talk to me
And my new house, I bought
Closet big, come walk in it
And three-car my garage
I just put a horse in it
I don’t like her no more
It ain’t no point in forcing it
And Von, he the G.O.A.T
I be ducking all the pigs
I turn up at my shows
I swear I love all my fans

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

Dreamville – Swivel Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Doctur Dot]
Head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin’ ’round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
Yeah

[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
Nigga, keep your head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin’ ’round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
I know niggas dead out of desperation
RIP my nigga Allen Dem, I wish you would’ve stayed at home
Learned to make the best out of shitty situation
No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone
Y’all gon’ swear to God that I’m changing for the better
Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I’m wrong

[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
I done made it up, I done made it out
I done made a way, we been makin’ waves, we been making sounds
Rappers hella fake, they papier-mâché
Like piñata, they can’t wait to break, I can animate
Promise mama she gon’ see the day when we all okay
All it really take is time and dedication, I pray
For the hunger to be permanent, no matter what that make
Hey, batter, batter, swing, bake
Whip the batter for the cake

[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
Nigga, keep your head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin’ ’round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
I know niggas dead out of desperation
RIP my nigga Allen Dem, I wish you would’ve stayed at home
Learned to make the best out of shitty situation
No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone
Y’all gon’ swear to God that I’m changing for the better
Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I’m wrong

[Interlude]
I don’t know what it is, man, I just
I don’t think I’ma be here much longer, man
Something’s watching me, man
Something’s following me
Something want me dead, man
Pray for me, pray for me, please

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Hell, when I was young, I ain’t had to pop no guns
Nothing cracking in the slums you couldn’t handle on your own
Shit around my block where we used to knock
Couple souls fly, wasn’t nothin’ like you guys, which I loan
Shit it wasn’t nice, wasn’t paradise
Wasn’t lights back to back to back, many nights was on our own
Mama had to work, papa had three jobs
No, we not Jamaican, my sir, but we all was robbed, hah
Should’ve kept my head on a weave and bob
I’d rather be dead than to weep and sob
So we solve any major prob with the quick resolve
Had to squab’, circle that bitch up, feelings get involved
Neighborhood on lock, fuck we need a cop?
That was way back way ‘fore Reagan passed the rock
Left us with a needle and a jumpshot
Leave you countin’ seconds on the fingers through the gunshots

[Chorus: Doctur Dot]
Nigga, keep your head on a swivel
Trouble lurkin’ ’round the corner
Run up on you any minute, you’ll be gone
I know niggas dead out of desperation
RIP my nigga Allen Dem, I wish you would’ve stayed at home
Learned to make the best out of shitty situation
No complaining, no more Xan, I leave the medicine alone
Y’all gon’ swear to God that I’m changing for the better
Fuck whoever got the nerve to try to tell me that I’m wrong

Kevin Abstract – Boyer Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
I tell ’em I can’t spit no game for free
Manage to rock back and forth, rap on your knees
My heart is in the streets where all my fucking niggas be
Boy, you’re in the military in the deep blue sea
Parking lot, lot, lot, lot at H-E-B
Shit was right down the street from Chuck E Cheese

[Chorus]
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child

[Verse 2]
I tell my mama I ain’t with the bullshit
Got Atlanta on my mind, I’m really fucking zooted
RIP my nigga Luke, just take me back to Houston
I was stuck inside apartments thinkin’, “What I’m doing?”
I was high as hell, hanging with my white friends
Thinkin’ I’ma be alright if I’m just like them
Then the police pull up on me with the lights dimmed
Had me on the ground begging for my life, man

[Chorus]
Like you cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child

[Verse 3]
I been depressed like every fucking week
Ever since I left high school, I could barely breathe
Gotta take pills now just to help me sleep
Every day a new demon taking over me
I’m too scared to let a therapist talk to me
In turn it make the ones I love turn they back on me
Break the ones I love, turn they back on me
Break the ones I love, turn they back on me

[Chorus]
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child
You cannot run forever, now
Gotta learn your lesson, child

Migos – Naw, Naw Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tyga – Freestyle w/ The L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #051

[Verse]
Pay me on the first, niggas know I broke the curse
How it feel when the Rolls is reversed? Nigga got it out the dirt
Bad bitches ’round, I’ma flirt and I’m goin’ for my eighth like Cur
Do you concur? Catch me if you can lil purp
I go Kyrie Curry on the verse, ball like a Nerf
Meet me on the turf, I don’t mean for real, group of these niggas nerd
Full of that sizzurp, you will get serve
My niggas make you hide your face like H.E.R
And I like her, titties are first
Big green Phantom got ’em hooked, Lary Bird
Give ’em the bird, fuck what you heard, I’m the best rapper-er
Niggas call me tiger, that’s whiter than a ice berg
I’m nicer than your favorite rapper on perks
I might curve if she don’t got good slurp
Be nicer, put you on a RIP shirt
Yes-er, ridin’ in a two-seat seater
I love ho but I still gotta bang, eat her
Believe it or not, came back from the sunken, now I’m cream of the crop
I need cash on spot, I don’t want the deposit
I got DMs from every IG thot
But I’m locked in, studio 24-7
I just popped in, fuckin’ with the niggas, when I leave, its gon’ rekill
I’ma wait at your house, my girl’s top tier
If we talkin’ overall, I’m top ten
Flows, car, bitches, ice
King in Dubai like fuck the price
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “fuck my life”
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “you’re right”
I might go psych, go might (might, might might)
It’s redrum, I’m psych (psych, psych, psych)
Bitch, I’m always right
Everybody wanna be like Mike
Big bank take lil’ bank
Ayy, fuck around, I need another bank
Ayy, thirteen hundred stars in the Wraith
Woo, and I’m on that forty-two man
Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank
Uh, this my shit when I’m in the Wraith
And my Maybach up to date

Yhung T.O. – Misunderstood lyrics

[Chorus]
I was taught always keep faith in God
And never do somethin’ you don’t feel in yo’ heart
Lately I feel like my time runnin’ short
Helluva Made This Beat Baby
So if I don’t make it, I wanna say that I loved you
I just wanna say that I miss you
I just wanna say that I’m sorry
That I couldn’t be here wit’ you
I just hope you forgive me
I just hope you never forget me
I know you don’t understand right now
But one day you gon’ feel me, yeah

[Verse 1]
Truth is, I been facin’ demons lately
I can feel it in my chest I know they tryna take me
I did wrong in my life might be too late to change it
But I got no regrets, look how far I made it
Just remember all the good times we had
Just remember when we first met
Just remember how I made you smile
And know that I can still see you smile
Momma don’t take it hard
Losin’ your only son, I know it’s hard
Know my sisters need they momma so just play yo’ part
Show ’em how to be a woman and be who they are
I know havin’ nobody probably made it hard
I know my dad left, I never blamed you for it
You was the best momma, know I loved you for it
Just know I gave my all and I made it far
And just in case they try and tell you different
Grandma you raised amazin’ children
Treated me like I was your son and never different
Always said that I would make it and I finally did it
Know we got separated, never looked at you different
I just wanted to be a man, wanted to do the best I can
I know you just wanted to help but grandma you did all you can

[Chorus]
I was taught always keep faith in God
And never do somethin’ you don’t feel in yo’ heart
Lately I feel like my time runnin’ short
So if I don’t make it, I wanna say that I loved you
I just wanna say that I missed you
I just wanna say that I’m sorry
That I couldn’t be here wit’ you
I just hope you forgive me
I just hope you never forget me
I know that you don’t understand right now
But one day you gon’ feel me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uncle taught me how to be a man
Appreciate you, you know I did
I didn’t want a man to show me nothin’
So we used to fight when I was a kid
Felt like you was tryna be my pops
And that nigga wasn’t there so I didn’t need a pops
Now I see you was just tryna mold me
Just know I always gave you props
To my niggas, you know I love you
And It’s forever fuck suckas
Don’t RIP me, slide for me
If you say that you’re my brotha
But always keep our name goin’
Don’t ever stop pushin’ the movement
Show the world that we legendary
Even if I ain’t there to do it
Never switch up, keep it solid
Keep yo’ enemies closer than yo’ patnas
If a nigga disrespect, you gotta drop ’em
And when you look up in the sky, just know I got you

[Chorus]
I was taught always keep faith in God
And never do somethin’ you don’t feel in yo’ heart
Lately I feel like my time runnin’ short
So if I don’t make it, I wanna say that I loved you
I just wanna say that I missed you
I just wanna say that I’m sorry
That I couldn’t be here wit’ you
I just hope you forgive me
I just hope you never forget me
I know that you don’t understand right now
But one day you gon’ feel me

Lil Yachty – FLEX lyrics

[Verse 1]
And you hate when I do this shit, skate with extended clips
House got too many whips, let that hoe get something fierce
30, you a fool for this one
I might ice my AK out, I might ice my steerin’ wheel
Give that bitch the dick, dickin’ in it like a power drill
I might cop a crib where the back got a Ferris wheel

[Chorus]
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Yeah, you look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy

[Verse 2]
Bitch, yeah you stay up on my nuts, boy
Get your guap right, get your mind right
Denim Japanese, waist fits super tight
Fuck that bitch, Netflix and Chill, let me crack like a seal
I got niggas servin’ deals, to my niggas that shit real
404 ’til I’m killed, give a fuck ’bout how you feel, huh
My bitch love it, my bitch love poppin’ pills
Why? ‘Cause it makes her geek for real
Lil Boat

[Chorus]
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Yeah, you look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy

[Verse 3]
Get her done, get her done, get her done
I was buyin’ diamond, you was waitin’ for tax refunds
Lame nigga, shame nigga, anything for fame nigga
One diamond chain nigga, hate me ’cause my name bigger
Yeah, diamond rings too insane nigga
RIP to Kurt Cobain nigga
1993 I bring that pain nigga

[Chorus]
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Yeah, you look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy

Saweetie – ICY GRL lyrics

[Verse]
Can’t stop won’t stop get guap
Ten white toes in them Tory flip flops
Manicures and pedicures I’m always tip top
When they say I’m not hot all these lies need to stop
Cause I’m icy, wifey haters wanna fight me
Never been the one get RIP up on a white tee
Keep my hands clean got some hittas moving shiesty
Ask me if I’m rollin’ with some Gucci bitch I might be
It’s very unlikely my wrist ain’t looking icy
Charging by the minute cause my time is very pricey
Yeah, I be where the bosses be
Judging from my vibe you can feel it in my energy
Stacking paper steadily so I can live in luxury
Looking in the mirror I thank God for what I’m about to be
You beefing with my enemy does not make you a friend of me
Girls so weird stay clear I’m living drama free
Never living comfortably, got a lot of goals to meet
My team is trying to eat so we grinding til’ our mental bleed
You trynna get a bag of weed?
I’m trynna get a bag a week
Put it in my savings and invest in the right companies
My dream is like a child and I’m taking all the custody
Obstacles be slowing me
But that buffer molden me
So I take my time cause I’m always where I’m suppose to be
Keep my niggas close to me cause I’m knowing they go for me
You can not get a hold of me?
I’m probably in a solo meet
Always making moves man that’s how I keep my sanity
Yeah it’s my teams summer couple set backs
Bounce back and recover
The clique real small but we making big moves and we headed to the top so we can get a better view like
Imma catch a tan overseas while I’m out the country
Let me get some Hennessy while I’m chilling on the beach
Imma count a couple G’s let the server bring receipts
Double checking my expenses never messy always neat
Never ever, thats how a hot girl do it
Number one stunner icy girl with a cuban
Cash money mama that be dining in Bahamas
Eating Fettucini pasta with the scallops and the lobsters
Huh, I don’t got no time for these hoes
Speaking on my name like I’m someone that they know
I’m the big cat bitch yes these niggas love me
Is there Gucci on my feet? Shit, bitch it might be!

Triller Jefferson – Jesus Saves lyrics

Verse: 1
Wake up in the morning check the time-time flies i ain’t got no time to start living in the past I ain’t gonna  let my past play my cards and tell me what my future is gonna look like, For God’s sake this is destiny woke up from my dream and started livin’it, picked the pen and paper and started writin’em bars, I wrote about cars, I wrote about the women in bars, political facts gangsters and guns, I wrote everything pertaining to life but I was living a lie cause I was missing the light, I was missing Jesus Christ the Messiah the life, the only one that always kept me alive, the only that was kept me alive. Till the music started buzzin’ in my ear drums, blue ink lyrics it’s what I painted on my note pads RIP gone to the old me, all the worldly music buried with the old me, Yeah

Verse: 2
I bring bars from the Holy Ghost, The kinda bars that bring back souls that have been lost. I ain’t playing like a song that is on the pause, I kick mad verses like I played soccer with the bibles in the church grounds, gettin’me I got time for my enemies I got countless demons that are chasing me but haters never lecture me cause I roll with the son of God and is the only one that always lecture me, You rappers should be getting this, I bring the gospel to my enemies peace, love and kindness to my frienemies, matter of fact I’m ahead of this, Jesus gave me to handle this now am getting the hang of it now am rapping just normally I don’t do mediocrity, yea check the quality, am rapping for the king who came down to die for me, got rid of sins and gave me a new beginning and I don’t think about losing I got Christ men I only think of winning. Yeah…

Chorus:
Jesus saved my life you know,
He picked me from the trash and gave me lyrics to flow,
It’s been a long journey moving up and down running, His grace is sufficient that’s the reason why am rapping. ×3

Bridge:
I met Christ on the law, He got me out of the Law, Now I am saved by the grace, saved by the grace, yea, yea.

Verse: 3
I think we got a room for the part two the last two verses didn’t leave you with a tattoo, you’ve been looking for a Jesus freak buh I’ve been standing right here behind you, turn Ahhha, Have you met me before name’s Triller Jefferson in case you didn’t know, I come in peace with a Prince of peace forget future, Jay and Khalid Jesus is the one who got the keys. I get His blessings even when I sneeze, I started under water now am walking on the water I gonna drown I got my eyes on golgotha
I represent the King hommy these bars are gonna pay first class for me, I’ve cleared this beat like the council in town, am simultaneous equation you can’t bring me down look, am the new sheriff in town, strong as an ox plus am aiming for the crown and the sky is the beginning when am rolling with the King , the King of all kings who’s got power over everything Ahhha!
I gotta pack my bags and go this mix tape ain’t go write itself you know. I promise you nothing but the bars from above revealing what Christ paid for, let’s go.

Chorus:
Jesus saved my life you know,
He picked me from the trash and gave me lyrics to flow,
It’s been a long journey moving up and down running, His grace is sufficient that’s the reason why am rapping. ×3

Yhung T.O. – Misunderstood

[Chorus]
I was taught always keep faith in God
And never do somethin’ you don’t feel in yo’ heart
Lately I feel like my time runnin’ short
Helluva Made This Beat Baby
So if I don’t make it, I wanna say that I loved you
I just wanna say that I miss you
I just wanna say that I’m sorry
That I couldn’t be here wit’ you
I just hope you forgive me
I just hope you never forget me
I know you don’t understand right now
But one day you gon’ feel me, yeah

[Verse 1]
Truth is, I been facin’ demons lately
I can feel it in my chest I know they tryna take me
I did wrong in my life might be too late to change it
But I got no regrets, look how far I made it
Just remember all the good times we had
Just remember when we first met
Just remember how I made you smile
And know that I can still see you smile
Momma don’t take it hard
Losin’ your only son, I know it’s hard
Know my sisters need they momma so just play yo’ part
Show ’em how to be a woman and be who they are
I know havin’ nobody probably made it hard
I know my dad left, I never blamed you for it
You was the best momma, know I loved you for it
Just know I gave my all and I made it far
And just in case they try and tell you different
Grandma you raised amazin’ children
Treated me like I was your son and never different
Always said that I would make it and I finally did it
Know we got separated, never looked at you different
I just wanted to be a man, wanted to do the best I can
I know you just wanted to help but grandma you did all you can

[Chorus]
I was taught always keep faith in God
And never do somethin’ you don’t feel in yo’ heart
Lately I feel like my time runnin’ short
So if I don’t make it, I wanna say that I loved you
I just wanna say that I missed you
I just wanna say that I’m sorry
That I couldn’t be here wit’ you
I just hope you forgive me
I just hope you never forget me
I know that you don’t understand right now
But one day you gon’ feel me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Uncle taught me how to be a man
Appreciate you, you know I did
I didn’t want a man to show me nothin’
So we used to fight when I was a kid
Felt like you was tryna be my pops
And that nigga wasn’t there so I didn’t need a pops
Now I see you was just tryna mold me
Just know I always gave you props
To my niggas, you know I love you
And It’s forever fuck suckas
Don’t RIP me, slide for me
If you say that you’re my brotha
But always keep our name goin’
Don’t ever stop pushin’ the movement
Show the world that we legendary
Even if I ain’t there to do it
Never switch up, keep it solid
Keep yo’ enemies closer than yo’ patnas
If a nigga disrespect, you gotta drop ’em
And when you look up in the sky, just know I got you

[Chorus]
I was taught always keep faith in God
And never do somethin’ you don’t feel in yo’ heart
Lately I feel like my time runnin’ short
So if I don’t make it, I wanna say that I loved you
I just wanna say that I missed you
I just wanna say that I’m sorry
That I couldn’t be here wit’ you
I just hope you forgive me
I just hope you never forget me
I know that you don’t understand right now
But one day you gon’ feel me

Lil Wayne – Vizine Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Wayne – Vizine

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

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

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

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

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

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

Troy Ave – 2 Legit 2 Quit

God is great, paper straight, 808
Certified i got the heat, damn, i beat him up and took his pistol. (Right out his hand)

I was blowin’ to make him RIP, he was scared and he was swift. Table’s turned now watch him fleeeee
Im just 2 legit 2 quit, niggas tried to kill me in my whip. (in my pretty red drop)
God say you ain’t killing shit, Anklet bracelet on me son i have my grip, they be check thats how i bluffin, i would have gunned that pussy down (smoke all in his face).Niggas know how i get down (turn you to a cold case), i do murder without a sound, i do murders and dont get found (if they dead then who tellin’), Im only loyal to my fam, middle finger from his dames, i was in and out of hell, when you see me out of jail, ain’t no rules when you ruthless, nothing since this niggas too fake, leave em toothless. Punch em out and not a clock, only work i got is plocks. water whip until it rocks, thats how a nigga livin after i got knocked. Came home and started spending, i got a lawsuit pending. Twenty million dollars later, and i still dont give a fuck about no hater, im just 2 legit 2 quit, you can’t forget how niggas switch, i cut him off

J.R. – Gimme Head Too (feat. Cardi B)

[Intro]
A-Wall shit
Squat made the beat

[Hook: J.R.]
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch
[Verse 1: J.R.]
RIP to Pimp, I just want some head bitch
Want them all from the same lower chicken half bitch
She an east side, Brooklyn ass, strippin’ ass bitch
If she a hitter I’ma treat her, yeah I’m pimpin’ that bitch
All this money I got bread on ’em
Got the dirty (?) got the head on her
That mouth a blessin’, niggas playin’ on her
She’s been on it, I ain’t mad at her
She gon’ do it like I’m mad at her
Crazy head, yeah I’m talkin’ mad hatter
And she gon’ climb, she don’t need no ladder
And she can throw, she can know I want to throw
Who that?

[Hook: J.R.]
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch

[Verse 2: Cardi B]
You want head nigga? Well I want bread nigga
Or pay my lights, gas, heat, or rent instead nigga
That’s how you flex nigga? That get me wet nigga
And I ain’t with that dirty shit, come correct nigga
Motherfuckers think that they can dope and blow my name
But you cannot pimp a ho who already know the game
I just skate off on them niggas when they talk a ring
Cause I’m that stupid bitch you think you save

[Bridge: J.R.]
Don’t save her
Ain’t nobody save her
I’m in the 6 gettin’ ate up
Do it right fore I get paid up
Or she can go, she just know I want the dough

[Hook: J.R.]
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch
Bend over, let me see, I just want some head bitch
Skip the draws, I can’t get involved, give me head bitch
I’ma pass, you can keep the ass, give me head bitch
Ain’t no simp, you know I’ma a pimp, that’s how I play it bitch

Don Q – #Freeda9 (feat. Rowdy Rebel) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
2014 Nigga my life done changed
Look at my city nigga, that shit on flames
Big up to Brooklyn nigga like shotta days
But everyday I’m with my ICM, sapase
Used to ride on them niggas block everyday
Tryna go rock, niggas tryna rock me
But how you gon’ stop a nigga that ain’t like me?
We still in cocky, get it with the posse
Calmly, shitting with the army
Tryna get in touch with my mommy
Just to see her sons living properly
I tell her, "me and Fetti good", thanks to Poplottie
No more bandos or public lobbies
It’s big house, big couch with a balcony
And I bet them hating niggas still doubting me
Shout out to Meek Milly, real OGs always look out for me

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
Do you see my vision?
To the top we go, to the top of the ceiling
What about them buildings
No heat, no water, no toilet to shit in
So now when I get it, with me and my brother
Nigga we shitting
Kemar got a prison
Build pops a home, just to go chill in
What about my living?
Everyday with a Glock ’cause them niggas was killing
But I was commited
To all of my niggas so yeah I was with it
I was strapped with a glizzy
I mean strapped with a glizzy, looking for niggas
If I see him, I swish ’em
I’ll let Cueno go get em ’cause Cueno so with it
If he move, we blitz it
He ‘gon end up missing
My niggas so different
Better mind your business
Don’t start no shit, if you ain’t ‘gon finish
Bet it hurt your feelings
‘Cause the day you lack, my niggas is killing
When I get that million
Take care of the killers, the hood and the children

[Bridge: Rowdy Rebel]
I do this shit for the ghetto nigga
For my block, for my hood, for my gang, for my niggas, for all my fallen soldiers
RIP all my felons, free the felons
I do it for the real
GS9, we too 9
Ain’t no chill button
I come from the 9 hoe

[Verse 3: Don Q]
I’m the crack when the coke cook
I’m the dope that the boat pushed
Google me nigga, just go look
Who are these niggas? They so shooked
I got a bag, I pile up the stash of hundreds
That shit about 4 foot
Nigga that’s a C-note book
My chain hot, Kilo look
Just say a prayer if you care for me
‘Cause I remember who was there for me
I’m famous so I move carefully
I’m taking drugs for the therapy
It’s only one
It’s not a pair in me
I don’t know why they comparing me
I am the one
Look how they staring me
Wishing that they can get near to me
I keep a gun
It ain’t no fear in me
Nigga this must be a parody
My chain is a ton
All of this clarity
Raising my funds like a charity
My dog on the run
It is not fair to me
He said them folks tryna bury me
He just had a son but apparently
We never speak on the phone cause they hearing me
It’s clear to me
That I’m the nigga that the streets praise
Catch a charge then I leave state
I got killers waiting on release dates
Put in work nigga each day
And it’s overnight
I don’t sleep late
I’m in the alley with the free base
For the niggas tryna get they weed laced
Philippé plates when I eat steak
Remember I couldn’t afford it
The rent due and we couldn’t ignore it
Furniture put in the storage
I throw your bitch in the whip and I floor it
Shades? I Christian Dior it
She was just under my pics and he saw it
Then he went tryna report it
Gotta watch who you trust nigga
Nowadays it’ll be the close ones
Shit changed when the folks come
They gone tell em all about your coke run
Pay attention, gotta see the signs
Gotta read in between the lines
Certain things you gotta keep in mind
Real nigga, free the 9

[Interlude: Don Q]
Yeah, came in from nothing nigga
I know how it feel to take loses
Put your niggas in position to make bosses
I took over the streets single-handedly nigga
You gotta respect that
I put my hood on my back first nigga
Yeah, free GS9 nigga
Free all my niggas locked down
I ain’t forget about none of y’all, gang

My Brothers – Budouble Lyrics

Remember when we use to post on the block
Way before we was all toating them glocks
We had nothing to lose
We was smoking on pot and to mke a lil money
We duplicate rocks
And start whooping the hypes
Folkes nem was mad we was whooping they hypes
Never heard bout who was hooping tonight
Only thing we heard who was shooting tonight
Now a days niggas is losing their life
But way back in the day they was losing them fights
Least they live to talk about it
Now a days ain’t no talking bout it
Ain’t no running ya mouth when u caught a body
All my niggas souls filled up with darkness
Shoot a nigga HD u can see the sharpness
Shorty ran in his crib cuz he was starving
Nah he ain’t really mean to leave em on that carpet
I give you my all, put my heart and my soul in this
So real see a real nigga expose a bitch
Never fails another nigga might tell when u put em in that jam start talking bout that cell
How it got 4 walls 3 meals no mail
Can’t make no calls no plays no sells
You a real nigga nad we know it then you make a bail
You a bitch ain’t no shit then you sit in that jail
Now it’s ugly
Black gloves black skully blue money
Lotta niggas hate me but they boo love me
Who trust me got me thinking bout my trustees
Going so crazy now niggas trying cuff me
Cops trying cuff me and lock me up
All these hoes trying fuck me to knock em up
Cuz they swear I’m finna make it but I’m living in the matrix
Everyday dodging agents whipping white don’t call me racist nigga
I’m just tryna make it where I’m posed to be
Nigga on trying say he don’t know of me
You from the city nigga how you don’t know of me
I put in work nigga how you don’t know a G
Got me thinking bout my brother how he posed to have a spot
Keep it real, he was more worried bout who had the drop
Fuck raps he was really out here getting niggas clapped
Niggas seen that bandana next thing niggas wacked
He was going tit for tat
Niggas know I’m spitting facts
Know a few opp niggas wasn’t for none ain’t gone flex
That’s why we kept guns and put 30’s in it
Pull up shoot hit from long range i’m Curry with it
I ain’t worried let it wang how nah I don’t bang now
That thing on ya face called a mouth keep my name out
Niggas say I changed cuz I gotta lil fame now
But I leveled and u niggas stayed the same
U was on the same shit no cribs no whips
No guns all I seen was new fits new kicks
And that’s cool but U ain’t finna talk like u it
When everybody know you ain;t gone do shit
And I merch it u niggas burnt it confess my sins
In them churches to lift them curses get them demons
Off me got almost seen a coffin
Coughing up blood trying speed to doctors
Now I’m back down and I need them choppas
Nothing less than 30 poppers
I say get em foolie get em
I say hit em Biggie drop em
I say blow then Tay gone pop em
I say go then skooly shot em
RIP to Pappy shooter free my fucking brother Shotta
And spazz out let blast out
Young nigga chasing cash yeah we took the fast route
Gave pappy some work told hime do a pass out
Get his phone ringing then we hit the mall and cash out
Swear I miss my brothers I will never go against my brothers
Never go nowhere less it’s with my brothers
I defend my brothers even when u wrong nigga that’s how you know that u is my brother

Right or wrong I dont give a fuck nigga right or wrong
Defend my mother fucking brother, all my brothers
You already know how we coming
You already know how we coming
You already know who we do this for nigga and already know where we come from
Nigga the mud we got it out the mud nigga we had to take losses to get to where we at
Niggas don’t know how that feel
U niggas ain’t in that field
Nah not for real
So many losses
So many mother fucking losses
So many RIP’s so many free the guys
Through it all, all that we still here TFG

Denzel Curry – Zeltron 6 Billion [full demo] Lyrics

[Intro]
Ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, yeah

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Welcome to the [?], propelled into a realm
So then you meet me at the elm
[?] you could know that I’m from [?]
Like zero, the pain is down to hill
My brain is made of steel
I crash into your soldiers like bricks [?] Shaquille O’Neal
The [?] my nigga I’m lost and frost
I never went to college, don’t even listen to Asher Roth
Sometimes I’m a butterfly, most times I feel like a moth
Killed my insecurities because they tried to make me soft
Kill off you and your posse if you cross me
Have you so shook you wouldn’t even want to cross streets
Pardon me, niggas be, [?]
[?] and you still won’t be as hard as me
Fuck the industry ya’ll only worry ’bout my artistry
Hard to see, RIP my older brother [?]
Dawg, I’m murdering everything inside my allegory
Come back from the dead [?] purgatory
Because you cannot fuck with zeltron 6 bil

Payroll Giovanni – Hustle Muzik 3

[Verse]
Fuck what a nigga say and how a hoe feel
To be real, I make more scrill’ with no deal
To be real, I make more scrill’ on blow deals
Sippin’ on Dom and Cri’s when they had more chill
I been getting cash, been flipping grams
Been had a bag, boy you been broke, you been had a cas’
Benz with the tag, offset rims [?]
Kids pointhing brat, everytime they see me pass
How I emerge from the trenches
Now the watch cost a whole bird on you bitches
Niggas think we equal, man a nerve for you niggas
I’m sure you heard of me before I heard of you niggas, purppin’ ass niggas
I took nothing to make something, gotta respect that
This motherfucking game owe me time to go collect that
Lost a lil’ work in the mill’ but I ain’t sweat that
Just minor setbacks, I know the game so I expect that
Niggas sittin’ round broke, lettin’ time pass
Before that I break a O, down to dime bags
The first step to gettin’ money is just get up off your ass
Get your own lane, find the gas then you mash
Lame niggas throwing shots, ignore the shit and laugh
Ball on they broke ass that’s how you hurt them back
Bosses press buttons, just sit back no chit chat
No who did what, no back and forth you just get clapped
Bitches see the coupe and ask me can they come get kidnapped
One night and you won’t get this bitch back, this shit facts
Two toned Rollie on cause the chains mixmatch
Game full of goofy shit, I’m bout to bring the shit
Boy, I had to rescue my whole family with a half track
Told ’em we ain’t struggling no more, period that’s that
I turned my granny house into a spot, Lord forgive me
Had her house full of narcotics, cash and semi’s
RIP my brother RJ, I know he with me
He the reason why all them cases and bullets miss me
Sippin’ on Louie 13 this ain’t no Remy
In the Hellcat with soft, this ain’t no Hemi
Drug family, I’m a wise guy
You internet niggas ain’t connected, you need Wifi
Me and Neph somwhere outta town sippin’ Mai Tai’s
Detroit nigga with some California mob ties
Where I’m from lil’ kids is killers, daddy’s is dealers
Most niggas is fake, shit some hoes be realer
[?] and heroine so my clothes chinchilla
I’m on the grind everyday cause the goal is get her
A couple M’s, yeah it gotta be a win
Top down on the coupe, hair blowing in the wind
I’m just tryna make more, way more then I can spend
First rule when pushing forward, don’t you look back again
My past full of scales and O’s
Now it’s sales from shows
I bounced back from them L’s I rose
Two diamond chains on, one white one rose
Can tell I don’t like pictures, when I strike my pose
I’m from a different cloth
All these fake killers, man you niggas is soft
I know exactly who I am, you niggas lost
I can pawn a chain and get a brick of soft and get it off
The only way I’m splitting profit with you if we split the cost
A lot of these niggas remarks, sound how bitches talk
Always got they hand out and wanna know my cash route
Wanna know what this cost and how much I did pay for it
If you ain’t got tough skits and sets you ain’t made for it
Cash wanna know if we real, I gotta find it out
I can’t help I’d happed to be, when niggas lying ’bout
When you fuck me, just know you fucking with the D
Payroll, the one on one, but this is Hustle Muzik 3

The Lox – Feel Lox

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, ohhh
LOX

[Hook]
Million dollar dreams, fancy cars
Live the life of a movie star
And all these hoes, I done seen ’em all
Hustlin’ for change, I can feel your pain
A dope fiend, needle in the vein
I came up but I never change
Just some things I had to rearrange
La-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la, oh

[Verse 1: Sheek]
Hailed as a king soon as my mama water burst
.357 in my girl’s Chanel purse
Smokin’ a joint, life for what it’s worth
Prioritizin’ money but my family first
Bottles comin’ to me non-stop
Shooter ready to pop
Your bitch better give me top
Pull a whip out then jump on your dick
Diamonds drippin’, bitch I love how I’m makin’ you sick

[Hook]
Million dollar dreams, fancy cars
Live the life of a movie star
And all these hoes, I done seen ’em all
Hustlin’ for change, I can feel your pain
A dope fiend, needle in the vein
I came up but I never change
Just some things I had to rearrange
La-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la, oh

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Told my mother if I die today I lived like a king
I ain’t sleep a lot but I lived out my dreams
Came from the streets with the dealers and the fiends
Couple people thought I wouldn’t outlive my teens
Now I’m flyin’ places, balconies and fireplaces
I ain’t shootin’ like the Uzi broke
Lookin’ clean, eat cuisine with the bougie folks
Got diamonds but I still want rubies though
Classic like the book but we still make a movie though
You know? L.O.X

[Hook]
Million dollar dreams, fancy cars
Live the life of a movie star
And all these hoes, I done seen ’em all
Hustlin’ for change, I can feel your pain
A dope fiend, needle in the vein
I came up but I never change
Just some things I had to rearrange
La-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la, oh

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
A lot of niggas get buried over bitches and coke
Straight send us to the source, still I send ’em a toast
A lot of niggas told and get they put in my notes
I can see these niggas broke by the pictures they post
RIP my nigga (?), he in these flows
Say a prayer every night, hope he pass you my note
Ain’t no love, my mind made up, I shed my last tear
Street sweepin’ these corners made me a cashier
A nigga’s swag kept me sack like a quarterback
That type of paper made my ass never wanna rap
Virgin, I had golden eagle kilos all in my lair
I see no evil, no witness, God bless these Cartiers

[Hook]
Million dollar dreams, fancy cars
Live the life of a movie star
And all these hoes, I done seen ’em all
Hustlin’ for change, I can feel your pain
A dope fiend, needle in the vein
I came up but I never change
Just some things I had to rearrange
La-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la, oh

[Verse 4: Jadakiss]
Bullets dispersed soon as the gun rise
Top deck of the villa watchin’ the sun rise
As far as the hustle, they can’t knock us
All the love came from the sniffers and vein poppers
A nine month run with that boy is a game stopper
But if you got hate in your blood you can’t prosper (never)
We all come from the block (D-Block)
Now we sippin’ rum punch on the yacht
Live nigga

[Hook]
Million dollar dreams, fancy cars
Live the life of a movie star
And all these hoes, I done seen ’em all
Hustlin’ for change, I can feel your pain
A dope fiend, needle in the vein
I came up but I never change
Just some things I had to rearrange
La-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la, oh
La-la-la-la, oh

Rich Homie Quan – Back End

[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon’ still run up them bands
I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil’ money, that do not define the person I am
I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I’m working
I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it

[Verse 1:]
Sold out, sold out, now I’m mad
We done sold out, it’s a hold out, hold out on them bags
We gon’ roll ’bout 1 something, 4 of y’all, 2 in the van
I don’t care what that money do, I’mma blow this shit like a fan
RIP to my nigga Shawty Lo, I’m still walking ’round feeling like the man
Commissary going out on Sunday, gotta make sure I still got a plan
Talk to my girl on Monday, on the phone with my hands in my pants
Walking around with my hand on my ear, I ain’t heard a word that they saying
Niggas talk about what they gon’ do, rubber bands still around that paper
Overdue for some new music, might as well put it out for my haters
Niggas talkin’ hard, know they can’t stop me, I’m in that front yard with them choppers
I’ll do whatever for my partner, I hit the jewelry store with

[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon’ still run up them bands
I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil’ money, that do not define the person I am
I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I’m working
I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it

[Verse 2:]
Nigga lurkin’, cell phone, no serivce
Tent on the car, not working, so I had to close them curtains (Ooooh)
Pulled up in something they ain’t never heard of
I ain’t seen no caution tape, but the whole scene I murdered
(Woooo) Lying to me, I’m used to bitches
Watching out who I’m talking to, cause a lot of niggas, they superstitious
Dirty pots, cause I used the dishes
40 Glock, keep it in my britches
50 shots of them big bullets, that lil’ nigga might need stitches
That big body, I lean in it
That drop top selling [?] in it
And I ain’t gotta wear a suit everyday to show a nigga I mean business
With all this lean, I need a kidney
Why the lil’ boy goin’ so hard
You tellin’ on me, you the real 12
You lame as hell like a Soap Opera

[Hook:]
30,00 for a Jesus piece, I put that on yo head
Freddy Krueger don’t scare me no more, them boys will bite you in that bed
Talk to God before I eat, and end it off with a "Amen"
I don’t care how tired I get, I’m gon’ still run up them bands
I’mma still count up my back end, I’mma still do it for my fam
Just because I got a lil’ money, that do not define the person I am
I don’t give a fuck about what the critics say, I’mma stack it up for them papers
I clocked in, like I’m working
I ain’t have to sell my soul, it ain’t worth it

G Herbo – Write Your Name

[Verse 1]
To all my fallen squad
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and gon’ get high
And regardless of the pain I ain’t gon’ cry
Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks nigga
Thats a must nigga
I done lost so many real niggas
I can’t trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me bet I won’t get touched nigga
Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them
10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys
So im sippin Remy, smokin 50’s for my guys
Never let a nigga blow any of my guys
Ain’t nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes
Missin my niggas
Kushy and liquor, 4’s of the lean
RIP Richie, hand me a swisha
Paint up a picture
Of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong
And Kobe wasn’t gone and Joc was still home
Man, I remember
Now my heart is cold as December
Get money the only thing thats on my agenda
Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on
Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song

[Bridge]
Squad
RIP my niggas man
Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape
Ball like Im Kobe
RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
RIP Pistol P man
For all my niggas gone man
We just gonna write yall name across the sky man
RIP my squad

[Verse 2]
I’ll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels
All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes
Just bring my niggas back
But I know I’ll never get em back
So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked
And I hear niggas at my neck, I’m like "where they at?"
Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat
Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em
And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em
Can I just get some money? cuz I know niggas broke and bummy
They ain’t even funny
I know they prolly wanna rob me
They hate me prolly
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won’t get nothin from me
From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money
SQUAD, RIP the L’s
Free the L’s why you niggas wanna be the L’s
No Limit MB, bitch we the L’s
RIP White Folks, I can’t see a L
Squad, and we gotta stay winnin
Rollin in 4’s with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppas, pose’ to be there and they hidin’
Cuz they scored when we ain’t have them heaters
But they didn’t!
HANN!

Money Man – Out The Mud (feat. Young Thug) (Black Circle 2 Album)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Blatt! Blatt! Blatt! Jeeee~
I make the pop flip
I’m stacking my chips
Like I’m in Vegas
She gotta have hips
Ain’t fucking no RIP
My car is the latest
My pockets on blimp
I’m pissing out zips
My kids are lazy

Keys all on my cars
I shine like a star
I’m higher than Mars, ohh
My jewelry is winning, no poo
And this street shit is in me, Ryu

I got tats on my fore arms
I smoke more trees than a Palm
Hey and I’m……blowing, no bomb
That FN I got is bout loud as a car alarm

[Hook: Money Man]
I told her jump inside the bed
I told her open up ya legs
I told her come and use ya head
These niggas beefing over bread
These niggas talking to the Feds
I just go burn a pound of Meds
I buy a brick and shake a leg
I had to go and get it out the mud
I had to turn myself in to a plug
Ain’t nobody want to show me love
I had to crawl out from the slums
I cut half these niggas off
Cause half these niggas too soft
I had to bounce back when I lost
Ran it up now a nigga on me

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I went to Arizona for a minute
Buy the boy just a cheaper ticket
Baby girl let a plug hit it
I’m a beast when them drugs in me
I’m with the growers out at Cali
They just be tossing bags at me
These niggas use to laugh at me
Now these bitches throwing ass at me
Ain’t have a shoulder to lean on
Ain’t have an OG to put me on
Ran up a hundred thousand on my own
Ran up a hundred thousand from the strong
I’m kicking bitches out the coupe
I’m giving speeches to the troops
Grab the F n N and let it loose
I just can’t snitch on my connect
I just can’t go for disrespect
Pour a 40 ease all the stress
Don’t make me break a little nigga neck
Streets turning a nigga to a monster
Swear to god a nigga eating Lobster
I keep a cart by all the robbers
That’s a hundred rounds for all my problems

[Hook: Money Man]
I told her jump inside the bed
I told her open up ya legs
I told her come and use ya head
These niggas beefing over bread
These niggas talking to the Feds
I just go burn a pound of Meds
I buy a brick and shake a leg
I had to go and get it out the mud
I had to turn myself in to a plug
Ain’t nobody want to show me love
I had to crawl out from the slums
I cut half these niggas off
Cause half these niggas too soft
I had to bounce back when I lost
Ran it up now a nigga on me