Montana of 300 feat. Jalyn Sanders & No Fatigue – Stylin’ Lyrics

(Chorus – Jalyn Sanders)
She ride it like a stallion
When I hit it I be styling
That money keep calling its piling
Pop bands baby I don’t call it
Killing the ref don’t get T’d up
When we touch down better ease up
No tricking just stacking that cheese up
No falling, i’m balling no ring
And it’s no denying
I flex without trying
Your bi**h keep eyeing me
I’m sick like a virus
I’m fly like a pilot
I can not hide it

(Verse 1 – Jalyn Sanders)
Can’t you just tell I stay glo’d, yea
She wanna give me knowledge like an old head
Girl, i’m gone rock it like i’m harden
Stay fly like an attendant
See my team winning, no losing, no benching
I’m never….not to f**king mention
Got….waiting on me in Canada
Wanna kiss on my chest because i’m tatted up
It’s two of them yea one of me
Don’t matter let’s add it up
I got them killers right beside me
So if you pull it then they shooting like they Spike Lee
So if you try, yeah
Everybody dies, yeah

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – No Fatigue)
When I’m flexing man I drip
Mj this is it
That black tooly be my bi**h
Tuck her like i’m Chris
I’m gonna f**k her like i’m pissed
Keep her no assist
In her water like I slipped
I swim like a fish
Not a hairdresser but I’m stylin
Your bi**h hitting on me yeah she fouling
Got a box up like an island
Where you can’t see it like violet
Trying to run it up like a RB
Clip hold a lot like a RV
Shawty talking bout she wanna stay the night
Need it in the morning like coffee
I rap and I ball like I’m Lillard
These ni**as be all in they feelings
You say that you ball you just scrimmage
You do all that for an image
Ice cold yeah that’s for ages
Gotta ni**a feeling like I’m ageless
My flexing come in different stages
I be turning bitches like pages

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Montana of 300)
When I slide on these squares these bi**hes break they necks
Boy, I will take your queen like we was playing chess
Before we f**king she s**king D Generation X
My pistol under my pillow I have the safest sex
I got bi**hes up in Dallas
I be styling like a stylist
Robin Jeans full of thousands
Dripping dressing like a salad
I laid her down like a pallet
Doggy style it got me growling
She moan I love the way she sounding
She can’t take it throw the towel in
Now when she see me she be smiling
Her ni**a hating like he Calvin
But I done snuck the 40 cal in
No ref I’m blowing if they fouling
When we touch down bi**h it’s wings up
I got chips I could slide like a Visa
Sometimes I go slow then I speed up
No cuffs but your bi**hes just got D’d up

(Repeat Chorus)

Chief Keef – Lower Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ballout]
From Starter jackets to Gucci, From Air Force 1’s to Louie
[?] icy like Boosie, Bitches throwing me coochie
Riding round’ with my shooters, Robin Jeans, I’m Buddah
Pouring lean I’m blue though, 9-11 the two door
Fire red like Rudolf, Imma’ wrap this hoe blue though
Moving more than U Haul, You ain’t real if you talk
That’s why they call me Ball, Cause’ all I know is Boss
Stacking hundreds’ in the wall, Spent a hundred at the mall
Paid a hundred for the car, Look like a walking lick, but I’m a walking dog
Nigga I’ll box you off

[Refrain: Ballout]
I ain’t Young Jeezy I ain’t swapping shit out
Pull the sticks out, Holo’s hit scalps

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I could show you the real definition of Lean, definition of Scheming
Pull up choppa waving out the back window, leave a nigga with dreams
I could show the define of spending G’s, the very least
All the bad bitches up in the strip club, Subtract this cheese
I got bands so I just spent 10 thousand on a coat
And the feds asking questions that I don’t really know
I just wanna count pay checks and smoke this dope
Even though I real [?], my choppa real [?]

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
In the Louie store, getting sized ; Foreign car, getting high
Bakery, getting pie; Look up, I’m in the sky
Off the two, energized; Big shells, get minimized
Wait the [?], exercise; She suck me now I’m paralyzed
Counting racks in bed, I’m finna’ get a sled
Got a bam bam in the car, Finna’ turn a nigga Fred
Take your name up off the lease, hit that bitch with a shred
Like eeny meeny miney mo, click clack cause Simon said
Heads down, thumbs up; Time to play 7-UP
Lil Folks got a 7 tucked; Don’t arrest the messenger
Riding with that Duck Duck Goose, It’s musical chairs In this top notch Coupe, no scoop

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I could show you the real definition of Lean, definition of Scheming
Pull up choppa waving out the back window, leave a nigga with dreams
I could show the define of spending G’s, the very least
All the bad bitches up in the strip club, Subtract this cheese
I got bands so I just spent 10 thousand on a coat
And the feds asking questions that I don’t really know
I just wanna count pay checks and smoke this dope
Even though I real [?], my choppa real [?]

G Herbo – Ain’t For None (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Hook]
Only thing I fuckin care about is money and me
And I swear to god a bitch can’t get no money from me
And every nigga thats with me keep a gun
Bet not run up on us cuz we ain’t for none
We ain’t for none fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for non fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none..

[Verse 1]
We ain’t for none
Lil bro blow heat for fun
Posted up with the L’s
Gotta whole lotta shells we’ll feed you some
And then the peoples come
Nigga I ain’t see none
We dont know no names
I ain’t see no gun
I can’t be build no case, I ain’t snitchin
I can see a nigga face that they bitches
I won’t look in thru ya eyes, you ain’t wit it
Thats the reason Ion pay em no attention
See this bezel on wrist, yea it glisten
If you reach ima have to do a sentence
Cuz my ear a couple g’s not to mention
It look like I took my neck to the dentist
All I think about is Jackson’s and Bentleys
All I think about is Franklins and Semis
And my car look like a teg with a hemi
And C Money got a tech with a 50
Now we ridin thru the opp shit
Red beams, Glock shit, hollows tryna drop shit
The police can’t stop shit
And lil bro gon drop a body
I ain’t even gon drop this .. GANG!

[Hook]
Only thing I fuckin care about is money and me
And I swear to god a bitch can’t get no money from me
And every nigga thats with me keep a gun
Bet not run up on us cuz we ain’t for none
We ain’t for none fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for non fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none..

[Verse 2]
Only thing I care about:
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Sike, that shit dont mean shit to me
And thats on Roc’s soul
Boy im in this shit wit my niggas
Give a fuck about shit, but my niggas
OG, Grandma, and my sister
And everybody that I lost to that trigga
Nigga I can’t die by that trigga
So I gotta stay behind that trigga
Lil Mally, he behind that trigga
Smith and Wesson designed that trigga!
And you know I gotta plan for my niggas
Damn right, I blow bands with my niggas
You can catch me all in Ninas
Gucci, Louie, Ferragamo I be swagged out nigga
Robin Jeans, I wear all that nigga
Still catch me in all black nigga
Run up on him with the mac
50 hollows go BRATT
Catch all that nigga
Now im on the 8 block and we posted
You know lil bro still got that toasta
Better ride thru wit ya flag out
Cuz we got the mags out
Dont get ya car flipped over

[Hook]
Only thing I fuckin care about is money and me
And I swear to god a bitch can’t get no money from me
And every nigga thats with me keep a gun
Bet not run up on us cuz we ain’t for none
We ain’t for none fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for non fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none..

Kodak Black – Already (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
My name is Kodak but you know that already
I don’t want the wap baby I just want the fetty
Polo to the socks homie this ain’t Perry Ellis
Let me get the rock I’m a ball like spaghetti
It’s getting hot in here the block be hot no not Nelly
You can keep the Rarri, I’d rather have a Chevy
I don’t want no head lately I’ve been getting becky
I just want the bread, keep the peanut butter jelly

[Verse 1]
She walked up to me, I was by the bar, she was like hello
She rolled up on me, I was rollin up my cigarillo
No I don’t fuck with Grabba leaf I’m breaking down the elpo
I’m always smoking loud I can’t keep it on the LO
Girl I don’t like the way your booty flop, it’s like jello
And now I’m rockin Robin Jeans remember wearing Ecko
She say she just came to chill look bitch this ain’t a Getty
I told that bitch get outta here, act like you never met me
I’m up the road I’m lurking for them books, no library
Lil niggas state to state I get more cake than lil Debbie
No I can’t save a hoe I’m no neighborhood hero
Keep that shit 1k I can’t be fuckin wit a zero
[Hook]
My name is Kodak but you know that already
I don’t want the wap baby I just want the fetty
Polo to the socks homie this ain’t Perry Ellis
Let me get the raw I’mma ball like spaghetti
It’s getting hot in here the block be hot no not Nelly
You can keep the Rarri, I’d rather have a Chevy
I don’t want no head lately I’ve been getting becky
I just want the bread, keep the peanut butter jelly

[Verse 2]
Boy I need that green bought my green no asparagus
Lord forgive me please cut the money I just cherished it
Hit a mean lick I took that money and I buried it
She get on her knees OMG that’s embrassing
I don’t need no record deal but you gon hear my record still
Me and DJ on the pill we spinning like a ferris wheel
Oh that’s Kodak Black who they be talking bout,that’s the nigga
First I had to grow to be the man like a caterpillar
Once that jit was old enough to thug it he was thuggin
He just found a strap now he cut you like it’s nothing
I use to pour fours now I pour a whole dozen
Bumped into Lil Wally in the hood, hey cousin

[Hook]
My name is Kodak but you know that already
I don’t want the wap baby I just want the fetty
Polo to the socks homie this ain’t Perry Ellis
Let me get the raw I’mma ball like spaghetti
It’s getting hot in here the block be hot no not Nelly
You can keep the Rarri, I’d rather have a Chevy
I don’t want no head lately I’ve been getting becky
I just want the bread, keep the peanut butter jelly