Marlo – Belt Line Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay
Drew home

[Verse 1]
Glock, say what? And you was a lil cub in the trenches (Pussy)
And I was real bear, and you couldn’t even come up in that jungle
Nigga, I lived there, I’m seventy-five with them dirty birds
Me and [?] still be in the trap, we sleep on them curbs, yeah
Bowen Homes was a war zone, and kids run in clutchin’ on some [?] but that man [?]
And I done did a four in four ways, I done got paid in four days
Breaking grams down, breaking pounds down, I’d do anything to get the cash now
At seventeen you know I was a lil beast but I’m the man now
Man I’m servin’ the whole city, gettin’ off pack, ya dig what I’m sayin’ now?

[Chorus]
D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
Strap below my waist, and I ain’t asking for no help
You play ’em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
Strap below my waist, and I ain’t asking for no help
You play ’em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
I put them bodies on my belt, dawg

[Verse 2]
Switching lane to lane, throwin’ the perc, I’ll send more game, yeah
I put that money off for a rainy day, but it ain’t rained yet
And Head lost a hundred thousand but he done bounced back
And Drew just came back, got a fat bitch singin’ the same song
[?] one gang, so we supposed to flip
And we still walk around with a TEC, keep my foot on these nigga’s neck
I ain’t gonna give a nigga no bread, these niggas ain’t give me no help
Niggas wanna run so then I left, yeah
Niggas wanna run so then I left, yeah
We treat them bodies like trophies, putting these bitches on shelves, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
Strap below my waist, and I ain’t asking for no help
You play ’em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
Strap below my waist, and I ain’t asking for no help
You play ’em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
I put them bodies on my belt, dawg

Marlo – Tuesday & Thursday Lyrics (feat. Rylo)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Marlo]
Tuesday to Thursday, watchin’ out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it’s stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It’s money on his head, he gon’ tag that first
First third, watchin’ out for the checks
I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don’t play no games, nigga get back
And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
Blowin’ big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I’m keepin’ smoke, nigga you get that

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
It’s pay one, hey one, share no teardrop, young nigga get ’em ink
Ready that ho from home gon’ pull up, suck a nigga dick for some pink
Lil bald head bitch, all she wanna do is eat, might Tink that bitch to sleep
All the young niggas in the hood wanna shoot somethin’ just like Pistol Pete
Project baby shootin’ shit like the Navy
Swear everything, we hit the pawn shop, start a gun shop
f**k school, we was scorin’ the P block
Now that my parents want dress out
Remember them feds had it flat like Best Buy
Past them scroll like left eye
If we ever had smoke, can’t high five
Dice game Bill got killed tryna snake eye
And we done made out some in the drive by, nigga try to turn to a homicide
Smoke came through with the cape, told mama I’m still thinkin’ outside

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Marlo]
Tuesday to Thursday, watchin’ out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it’s stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It’s money on his head, he gon’ tag that first
First third, watchin’ out for the checks
I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don’t play no games, nigga get back
And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
Blowin’ big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I’m keepin’ smoke, nigga you get that

[Verse 2: Marlo]
Nigga done got me started
Cold heart nigga, I’m heartless
And a nigga say he want them problems, grabbin’ the carbon
Had Tweety put an eight on the carbon, nigga wanna bargain
And when problems get hot we solve ’em
And the kids said them my revolver, lil one there heartless
And that beast shit, nigga we eat it, mission completed
And we don’t worry ’bout bodies, we beat ’em
A grim reaper with a heater, I been still kickin’ that ether for them people
And I let them J’s scrape the extras off that beaker
Bad bitch in love with me but no I don’t need her
Don’t wanna feed her

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & Marlo]
Tuesday to Thursday, watchin’ out for the hit
So many up the road, some young jits
Hood nigga, hide him in a convict
Pay two hundred for a young bitch
First stolen car, it’s stick shift
Me and Lil Duke ain’t call no Lyft
Ayy count it in my face, make sure all that here
It’s money on his head, he gon’ tag that first
First third, watchin’ out for the checks
I’m still at nigga’s neck with a big TEC
Wonder where the bricks at
Sold twenty five hundred, get a nigga whacked
He don’t play no games, nigga get back
And I’m strapped right now in the kick back
Blowin’ big gas, nigga where the zips at
And I’m keepin’ smoke, nigga you get that, yeah

Jackboy – Not A Clone Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
Beat him up, give me that
f**k ’em, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
Spent my life in the streets and I ain’t been bit yet
Say I’m dumb ’cause I’ll come and kill for respect
Real right street nigga, what the f**k do you expect?
If I can’t beat him, f**k it, go get the TEC
I ain’t taking no more L’s, can’t have that on my rep’
Ain’t gotta run the streets no more, but still be out tryna step
Free Maine Musik right now, he caught in the web
I just got out and I’m already f**kin’ celebs
My lil’ raw ass, dog ass, never had to pay for ass
Always known to get the cash, once I get it, I’m gon’ spazz
Soon as I get it, make ’em mad
Sonning niggas, I’m they dad
Why you hate? You should be glad
Beat my case, shout out to Brad
Beat my case, don’t gotta rat
I just made love to a nat
Why the f**k I ate the cat?
Aladdin, f**ked her on a mat
Riding in a dirty Jag’
Riding with a dirty MAC
Hop out, it’s just me and Yack
Hop out dressed up in all black

[Chorus]
Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her ‘lone
Won’t give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown
Promise I don’t need no friends, I can thug all alone
I’ll be damned, I let them crackers turn me into a clone
‘Fore I do that, I’ma just go buy a flip phone
Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone
If I’m dead broke, ain’t no telling what I’m really on
If I’m dead broke, I’m back to breakin’ in people home

[Verse 2]
Never been a lame nigga, bitch, go ask about me
I’m always gon’ get that bread, I’m just never gon’ be cocky
Every time I hit the scene, I be acting a donkey
My girl threw away my molly, so right now I’m on Perkys
Locked up, swear to God I was no man flunky
For that bottom bunk, I even had to beat up my bunkie
To be honest, I don’t even much really feel sorry
Cold hearted nigga, no sympathy for nobody
I’m the freshest lil’ coolest nigga inside the party
Christian Louboutins on my feet, got me feeling godly
In G5, tryna turn a stripper to Cardi
Bust like a chopper when she start to ride like a Harley
On my glee mask, no Diddy Bop, we moving like Kylie
Prayed up, I don’t even gotta go see mommy
Hoes gotta sign a contract just to be around me
‘Cause for a bill, these hoes’ll do you like they did Cosby

[Chorus]
Gave my heart to the streets, will never leave her ‘lone
Won’t give my soul to the game, rather remain unknown
Promise I don’t need no friends, I can thug all alone
I’ll be damned, I let them crackers turn me into a clone
‘Fore I do that, I’ma just go buy a flip phone
Then go post up on the Ugly and proceed to sell stone
If I’m dead broke, ain’t no telling what I’m really on
If I’m dead broke, I’m back to breakin’ in people home

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Beat him up, give me that
f**k ’em, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy

6ix9ine – Scum Lyrics

[Intro]
I am Eduardo Molina
SCUM GANG

[Chorus]
Pump to his chest, 40 in the TEC, run up, leave him wet
His bitch give me neck, sippin’ on that Tech
Keep that chrome on my side, split his head wide
On that type of time, niggas down to ride, I ain’t gotta lie

[Verse]
You would think your bitch love me when she calling my phone
She keep blowing up my shit, I told her, “Leave me alone”
This bitch wanted me to f**k, I only wanted the dome
Heard his niggas talking shit, but they don’t want no smoke
When I get that f**kin’ mop, it’s a different approach
Niggas think that they a giant, but they really a roach
Niggas choke, when it blow, big pole, with a scope
No reload, watch him fall, 40 blow him down the road, gang

[Chorus]
Pump to his chest, 40 in the TEC, run up, leave him wet
His bitch give me neck, sippin’ on that Tech
Keep that chrome on my side, split his head wide
On that type of time, niggas down to ride, I ain’t gotta lie

Peso Peso – I Was Trappin Lyrics (feat. Maxo Kream)

[Chorus: Peso Peso]
I was trapping at the Harbour Glen
I be drippin’, I be splashin’ when I start the Benz
If you don’t die when we slide, you get shot again
And I been trappin’ all night, I’m finna call it in
In the hood sellin’ P’s, trappin’ with a TEC
Pacific Ocean, I got water splashin’ on my neck
Free Ralo, bitch, I’m countin’ racks on a jet
And my little shooter, he gon’ scoot and come make a mess

[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
In a Bentley, and im slidin wit a 50 on me
He think it good, nah f**k that we spinnin on em
You wanna be in TSF boy hit sumn
Shoot the choppa one hand til my wrist numb
Walk up in saks fifth and spend like 10
You run in my trap get shot in yo chin
I got drank all in my body, got Balenci on my skin
I just splashed up in a Mazi, and im clutchin my FN
Seen em out at the store, almost shot em but he ran
Shoot his partner in the throat, versace drippin off my toes
Know how im bummin in the winter, keep a Glock in my coat
And im serving everybody, trappin hard from coast to coast
Niggas playin with the sauce, send dem youngins at your door

[Chorus: Peso Peso]
I was trapping at the Harbour Glen
I be drippin’, I be splashin’ when I start the Benz
If you don’t die when we slide, you get shot again
And I been trappin’ all night, I’m finna call it in
In the hood sellin’ P’s, trappin’ with a TEC
Pacific Ocean, I got water splashin’ on my neck
Free Ralo, bitch, I’m countin’ racks on a jet
And my little shooter, he gon’ scoot and come make a mess

[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
(Maxo, Maxo, look)
Forum from 10-1-10, dirty Glocks and F&N’s
Baby Draco in a benz, hit yo block and spin again
Monkey nuts up on the stick, double D’s my chops got tits
Peso Peso go pendejo, Maxo C the flyest crip
Choppa clip hold .223’s, neck and wrist wit em VVV’s
Catch me swervin, black suburban, burn yo block like STD’s
Trigger Maxo f**kin C, the flyest crip you ever see’s
Head honcho, boss lieutenant, im the one that oversees
I be walkin with the stick, like a blind man that can’t see
Shaquille Oneal I shoot a brick, take a knee like Kapernick
Nigga dont f**k around wit my clique
Nigga dont f**k around wit my gang
Hunnid round drum straight hallow tips
f**k around aim the shit at your brain
Motha f**ka!

[Chorus: Peso Peso]
I was trapping at the Harbour Glen
I be drippin’, I be splashin’ when I start the Benz
If you don’t die when we slide, you get shot again
And I been trappin’ all night, I’m finna call it in
In the hood sellin’ P’s, trappin’ with a TEC
Pacific Ocean, I got water splashin’ on my neck
Free Ralo, bitch, I’m countin’ racks on a jet
And my little shooter, he gon’ scoot and come make a mess

Tali Goya – Mentira Lyrics

[Intro]

[Coro](x2)
Ese flow tuyo e’ mentira, tu cuero se vira
La ponemo’ en cuatro, le rompemo el culo, mi leche respira
Mira como ella me mira, como ella me mira
Ella quiere que Yo la agarre y le ponga un bebe en la barriga

[Verso 1]
Con la cabeza pa’ abajo y culo pa’ arriba
Si te pones de fresca en vez de un guebo, un kilo en tu barriga
Ven, como pasan los evento (Los events)
Disfruta el momento (Disfruta el moment)
A tu jeva la agarro y de una vez la combierto en un cargamento
El mejor en esto fue el hermano de Willymento (Losmina, Losmina, Losmina)
Quiere ve como tu va’ a perder todo tu aliento (En la esquina, la esquina, la esquina)
De una vez con mi ‘tola tu bloke lo caliento (Maquina, maquina, maquina)
Que este año Yo vengo matando te juro no miento
Lo’ que dicen hoy en dia, que todito’ son mi’ cria’
Que Yo soy un jefe, todito salieron de la ñema mia
Como no soy Rey del Trap si soy el rapero con par de felonias
Y par de kilo clavao en un sofa ‘e mi tia tengo una armeria my nigga
Ponte’ de fresco de una vez te saco la fria (Te saco la fria)
Tu tiene’ pistola pero me gusta la mia (Me gusta la mia)
Que venimo’ loco todito’ nosotro’ este año (Este año)
Un tabaco una perco’ a nadie nunca le eh hecho daño (le eh hecho daño, hahahaha, no)

[Coro](x2)
Ese flow tuyo e’ mentira, tu cuero se vira
La ponemo’ en cuatro, le rompemo el culo, mi leche respira
Mira como ella me mira, como ella me mira
Ella quiere que Yo la agarre y le ponga un bebe en la barriga

[Verso 2]
Pa’ lo que me tienen dema, mamame la ñema (Bang!, Bang!)
Se ponen de fresco, le’ saco la ‘tola le damo’ problema’
Ven, como pasan los eventos (Los eventos)
Disfruta el momento (El momento)
De la ñema, de la ñema mia salio este movimiento
Pana dime KLK, dime que tu va’ hacer cuando saque esta TEC
‘toy con lo’ mio’ and they ready for rest
Se killaron conmigo se fueron en neck
Y Yo soy la para, para, tu no eres de nada
A tu bloke le tiro granada’
Tu cuero le damos siete bofetadas
Cuidao que Yo vine con una manada
Te hacemos una movie en camara lenta, en camara lenta
Tres peine’ ‘e trenta, to’ e’ta bala son noventa
Este chipete no cuenta
Cuidao con lo hittas (Hittas), Cuidao con lo hittas (Hittas)
Bring me them niggas, son unos gorilas
Aqui nos buscamos la funda todo’ ‘tamo’ arriba

[Coro](x2)
Ese flow tuyo e’ mentira, tu cuero se vira
La ponemo’ en cuatro, le rompemo el culo, mi leche respira
Mira como ella me mira, como ella me mira
Ella quiere que Yo la agarre y le ponga un bebe en la barriga

Westside Gunn – Lord Of War (Intro) Lyrics

[Intro]
Peace, peace, yo, it’s Westside Gunn, family (Uh-huh)
Feel good tonight, man, I’m here, man, I came a long way for this
Street Entertainment, man, F.N.I.C. (What up)
Black Royalty, man (What up), Death Valley, man
C’mon, man, nah mean, it’s our year, I’m on some ’08 shit, man
This that feel good, right here

[Verse]
Calico M one-ten, a hundred rounds in it
Rose gold jewels on, selling cracks every minute
Big niggas out screaming out, “Two for 15!”
Fish scales on the beam, better dope than Grand Street
Watch them niggas lean, got burned clean, bitch
For 32 on the scene, Machine out the Bim
Flavor moccasins on, 400 for the jeans
My man got shot next to me, heard that shit sting
Retaliate with the wings, Hawks and Desert Eags
Got Woolrich peacoats with pumps in the sleeves
Pull up in yellow Bimmers like we f**kin’ Latin Kings
Shootouts in Dewey Park, left the TEC by the swing
Pay fees and throw cocktails, heard your mom scream
Got goons by each door, you f**kers can’t leave
I let the gat sing, MAC ring, I’m doing my thing-thing
40 cal plus dope with no cut brought us more cream
Rock the Polo sweats, TEC staying up by the drawstring
Scuffed my Bathing Apes hopping over gates, nah mean?
Handling six-figure jig, Desert Eagle twins
The kid sprinting from a Mandela bid, vanilla Benz
Gucci lenses, Uzi vicious under Coogi trenches
Sick as Pyrex in kitchens, well-invested riches
Jewelry glisten, listen, product kicks delicious
Christian Diors, Colombian coke bitches
Ten K wrists and Bathing Ape slippers, quarter to eight whippers
Cake clippers, air hole TECs with pin triggers
Fifteen a brick, AR-15’s to blow
I swear I seen him flip barefaced to lick shit, invincible
Rose gold down on my dick, you despicable
Fast life the way we choose to live
Gold fronts laced with the ruby bridge
High school I wore Iceberg laced with the Snoopy wig
Cops will chase us, razors with residue on it
We in the majors, tri-color Jacobs
Yo, I’m too laced, Versace got shot in his face
Wait, plate got shake on it, fiends got great on it
Raekwon-ers display warnings, shoot at the head honcho
Salvatore Ferragamo’s lucky if you make it ’til tomorrow
McLarens have ’em staring great
Your shit band was mere vanity appearance
You 12 to 8, I’m not sharing
Ain’t no money like money from heroin, nigga, nigga

[Outro]
It’s f**king Westside gat man (Uh-huh), F.N.I.C. (You already know)
Nah mean? We on some ’08 shit, man
Westside Gunn story, man
Nah mean? Guap or die, man, you already f**kin’ know, Black Royalty, nah mean?
S. Grill killing the f**kin’ tracks man, nah mean?
We f**kin’ ahead of our time B, nah mean?
Just, just f**kin’ listen man, let that shit ride for a second, man

Drakeo The Ruler – Roll Bounce Lyrics

[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch
You pussy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch

[Verse 1]
Listen lil nigga, life is like a game of chess
It’s Pippi Longstocking and it’s in the F&N
Benjamin Franklin ain’t never been your friends
We standing on the table, you can tell who got the bands
A flu flamming nigga, I ain’t never been a scammer
I rock out in Givenchy when i’m playing heavy metal
Off a five and a perc, got me dancing with the devil
Want the demon, get the shovel, you be lyin’ to these cameras
Tag Rolex with the forces, you on fake lean busters
My next seat walking, you’ll be dead, keep talking
Niggas in these bets, it’s a mystery to find ’em
I’m flu flamming diamonds, got ’em from another climate

[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch

[Verse 2]
Let me know somethin’, I ain’t playing
Step up in the function, damn this lighting is amazing
Scuff marks on my shoes, I’m flu flamming in these Maisons
I told her, “If you love me, baby, show me with a payment”
Two milli on my views, I freestyled on “Impatient”
That’s Drakeo and the Stinc Team, god they’re amazing
Need cash money baby, I’m codeine crazy
Niggas wanna play, brains plastered on the pavement
Attention ain’t here, well this is history in the making
Talking igloos on my neck when I’m skating
A blizzard on my neck, damn baby can you take it?
Nickname me Mr. Maison, damn

[Chorus]
You goofy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
Roll bounce on my neck bitch
Pussy ass niggas better show me my respect
I’m dranking on this yellow ’cause I ran out of the Tech
A nigga want my jewelry, it’s okay, I got a TEC
It’s roll bounce on my neck, roll bounce on my neck bitch
It’s roll bounce on my neck bitch

[Outro]
Nigga all this shit regular
I been doin’ this like, nigga it been like
Disco balls, diamonds dancing and all that nigga
I’m talkin’ about, like roller skating, like rollllllll, bounce
Know what I’m talkin’ about
Like damn baby, I’m like turn that LED light off
Like that motherf**ker was just
Boom ba, boom ba ba ba, foo flam, fo flam, oh ooh, ooh bam
You hear me?
I told her, roll bounce on my neck bitch

Drakeo The Ruler – Shoot A Baby Lyrics (feat. Ralfy The Plug)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Uh, if you don’t like it then slice your wrist
This the type of shit that set off brawls with hockey sticks
Shred gang, nigga turn them Timbs to some moccasins
So many bodies on his gun, made number one on the ahkies list
How your wrist broke but you ain’t got no diamonds, you lyin’ bitch
Talkin’ about you gettin’ it but I ain’t seen a dime you spent
You broke, how you gon’ rob me, you ain’t even got common sense
Stinc Team in the building, guess this when bitches find they rent
In the 650 coupe, finna get rid of the politics
That’s a five and a twenty, best believe I’m out of it
Put that draco down Drakeo, you ain’t even think about the kids
Killer season nigga, even babies get shot to death
Rozzy on the line with a baby hung by his leg, it’s regular
Young and reckless, you get the message
Dunk a four in a one like I was pourin’ a TEC fish
Shit, ain’t sense of blasphemey, hangin’ niggas for stressin’, uh

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man nigga stop playin’
You think this Prezi worth your life, then nigga go ‘head and take it
Killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby
Niggas always in my ear, they tellin’ me I’ma make it
I sense any sense of blasphemy, hit a nigga with draco, shit
Got killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby, shit
Got niggas all up in my ear, they tellin’ me I’ma make it
I sense any sense of blasphemy, hit a nigga with draco
Killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
So you really think you crazy?
Got killers on standby, ready to kill a baby
They crazy, load up clips and start sprayin’
Shootin’ jaws like Steven Spielburg, we ain’t playin’
It’s a movie bitch, got movie clips for lames
We do this shit and shootin’ shit with aim
It’s a massacre, diamonds imported, came from Africa
It’s a task to us, come to close then that MAC get bust
Niggas think they cool ’til they baby and man get touched
Play me like a fool, feed his noodles to grams for lunch
Killers down with ISIS, they be movin’ with turbans on
Rebuking nigga’s troops, tryna snoop then curves get thrown
Killers down with ISIS, they be movin’ with turbans on
Rebuking nigga’s troops, tryna snoop then curves get thrown
Better cuff your bitch ’cause when I’m here it’s a nervous zone
Silly billy who, niggas know that I got a stone, the Plug

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man nigga stop playin’
You think this Prezi worth your life, then nigga go ‘head and take it
Killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby
Niggas always in my ear, they tellin’ me I’ma make it
I sense any sense of blasphemy, hit a nigga with draco, shit
Got killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby, shit
Got niggas all up in my ear, they tellin’ me I’ma make it
I sense any sense of blasphemy, hit a nigga with draco
Killers on standby, they ready to shoot a baby, shh

Stunna 4 Vegas – Long Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Glizzy, what you cookin’ up?
Uh, blat, blat
4X, 4X
It’s a rich youngin’
Superstar young nigga
Uh huh
Yes sir, uh huh
Huh, huh, huh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
Ayy, who said they harder than big 4? (Who?)
Bitch, my diamonds dance like a disco (Fuck)
Paranoid, I might up if you get close (Come here)
Twenty blues on me, and my Blick on (Boom)
My money long and my clips long
Boy, you would get killed if you look wrong (Get ’em out of here)
Zip him up, make him pick out a tombstone
You can’t reach me, lil’ ho, I’m high, sitting on Pluto (Let’s go)

[Verse 1]
I got this beat from Hollo
I fill my .50 up with hollows (Fuck)
We in the five-star with models (Thot)
This lil’ freak like to gag and swallow (Thot, thot)
Say I should turn up her bottle
I’m having racks like I hit the lotto
We turned her one way, narcos
My boy beat that pack out like he harpo
Big dog, I don’t fit in no kennel
Rich nigga, I be on the block like a sender
I’m a pimp, lil’ bitch, you can’t play with my mental (Yeah)
Sack him off, flex him out, he the man in the middle (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, they heard I drop hits and send ’em (Uh, huh)
I got hoes eating dick in the sprinter (Uh, huh)
I also got these bitch niggas mad ’cause they can’t be me, but if they play, I’ma kill ’em (Come on)

[Chorus]
Ayy, who said they harder than big 4? (Bitch)
Bitch, my diamonds dance like a disco (Ice)
Paranoid, I might up if you get close (Fuck)
Twenty blues on me, and my Blick on (Boom)
My money long and my clips long
Boy, you would get killed if you look wrong
Zip him up, make him pick out a tombstone
You can’t reach me, lil’ ho, I’m high, sitting on Pluto (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2]
He want smoke, then we give a bitch Chemo (Cancer)
He high, we can’t find him like Nemo
Set it off in this bitch like Cleo
Drop on his ass, make him dance like he Ne-Yo
Uh, I’m having more cash than a lil’ B
I make her go down and deepthroat (Thot)
My lil’ nigga slide ’til the week over (Uh)
Uh, I just smoked an opp in a pre-roll (Come here)
I ain’t sendin’ off shots on the Internet
Fuck nigga, I’m sendin’ them steppers
IG beefin’, I don’t like to get into that
TEC a bitch like Julius Pepper’s
He step up and get stepped on
Fuck boy better think with his head on
My young boy try to take his head off
He don’t give a fuck about a ten flown

[Chorus]
Ayy, who said they harder than big 4? (Bitch)
Bitch, my diamonds dance like a disco (Ice)
Paranoid, I might up if you get close (Fuck)
Twenty blues on me, and my Blick on (Boom)
My money long and my clips long
Boy, you would get killed if you look wrong
Zip him up, make him pick out a tombstone
You can’t reach me, lil’ ho, I’m high, sitting on Pluto (Uh, uh)

[Verse 3]
4X, bitch told me I put that drip on
She bringin’ head, then she get sent home
My lil’ boy like to hit ’til the clip gone
Trap open to everything, get sold
I still can’t move, walk around with that stick on me
Stick him up if he play, fuck a diss song
Uh, my youngins share, their mind gone
I hit your block, get busy, then get gone

Young Thug – Pussy Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
(808 my crew)
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a pussy (Southside)
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a, you’s a pussy (Pyrex whipper)
Let her suck all on your neck, you’s a big pussy
You didn’t really get her wet, ’cause you’re big pussy
Nigga shootin’ a jammin’ TEC, ’cause you’re big pussy
You’ll get fingered with a clip, you’s a big pussy
Let a nigga snatch your necklace, you’re big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies

[Verse 1]
It’s a pussy, pussy, wussy
It’s a pussy, wussy, pussy
Bal Harbours, and I was fresh out of charters
Louis V joggers, green Birkin, that Frogger
She with that nose bleed
She was gettin’ high as she ‘posed to be
I’m in another league
Whenever I ride, they notice me
She gave her throat to me
I bought her a big face Rollie-ie
She breakin’ your code with me
I bought her the rose gold rosary
Jump in the back, this is a bullet proof ‘Lac
500 racks, baby said, “Don’t get fat”
Extra racks, what I charge ’em to cook up is crack
Who been in the sack? ‘Bout to set up a lil’ mouse trap

[Chorus]
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a pussy
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a, you’s a pussy (Woah)
Let her suck all on your neck, you’s a big pussy (Woah)
You didn’t really get her wet, ’cause you’re big pussy (Woah)
Nigga shootin’ a jammin’ TEC, ’cause you’re big pussy
You’ll get fingered with a clip, you’s a big pussy
Let a nigga snatch your necklace, you’re big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies

[Verse 2]
That’s your man, yeah
Hurry, pull off in a Hellcat
He owe me bands
Suck you some dick or I’m shootin’ your man, jack
She in the back
But she went dark in the nat, jack
She drink the nut, yeah
She don’t be spittin’ out nothin’, yeah

[Chorus]
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a pussy
You’s a pussy nigga, you’s a, you’s a pussy
Let her suck all on your neck, you’s a big pussy
You didn’t really get her wet, ’cause you’re big pussy (Woah)
Nigga shootin’ a jammin’ TEC, ’cause you’re big pussy (Woah)
You’ll get fingered with a clip, you’s a big pussy (Woah)
Let a nigga snatch your necklace, you’re big pussy
I rock all water baguettes on you big pussies

[Outro]
It’s a pussy, pussy, wussy
It’s a pussy, wussy, pussy
It’s a pussy, pussy, pussy
It’s a pussy, pussy, pussy

NLE Choppa – Problems Lyrics

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[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Five-Five-Six, hit a nigga broad day
Shoot him in the leg and I took off his face
We ain’t doing no playing, we totin’ these Drac’s
I catch him up in traffic, boost the murder rate
Murder on my mind, I coming like Melly
I pop me a perc and it’s sitting in my belly
I went on a mission, you know I was ready
I hang out the window, shoot shit like Mageddon
I might shoot to Chicago and link up with Tay
I hit up the plug, I need me a play
I used to be broke, I made me a way
And free all my niggas, they fighting the cases
They locked in the cage, you know that they with it
They know I’m from Memphis, they know that we killin’
When these bullets hit, you know it’s no healin’
Cause I aim at your noggin, I’m knockin’ your fitted

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
When you talking to me, come correct
Shoot through your neck, you don’t need a vest
We totin’ them Drac’s, put up your TEC
And just like a pussy, I leave him wet
Hide your momma, hide your son
You know I’m a savage when I got a gun
We killin’ for real, we do it for fun
You could call me Osama, I keep me a bomb

[Verse 2: TaySav & NLE Choppa]
Back in the party, my Glock out
F&N make niggas clock out
I’m on the block with the rocks out
Call Choppa, tell his ass pop out
Make all the guys bring all the mops out
AR-15 with the stock out
I been going too hard, I can’t stop now
Nigga Patek bust down, like a thot now
They know I’m a bug, might rob the plug
Feed him some slugs, came from the slums
Make your bitch suck on my dick like a thumb
Flexin’ too hard, man you niggas some bums
Don’t love these bitches, cause bitches is dumb
Just wanna fuck, when I hit ’em, I’m done
Being broke, it made me pick up gun
Ask one of the guys and gave it like “huh”
Ain’t ask no questions, he gave me a seven
Asked for some work and he gave me a seven
Slid on the opps ’cause I knew I was ready
Shoot at his brain ’til it turns to spaghetti
Ain’t got no dollar, you niggas is petty
Caught my first body, I hopped out a Chevy
Them slugs hit your chest and your body get heavy
I pop out with choppers, so nigga don’t test me
Aye, this nigga think he a problem
I make a phone call to Choppa
We gon’ run down on his partners
He made a phone call to me, so I pulled in a hurry
He tried to run off, get hit with the 30
You knowin’ that I’m poppin’ niggas like perky’s
Them bullets heat a nigga just like a turkey

GoldLink – No Lie Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the wing one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Yeah, GoldLink is a good example for the assholes and the adolescents
Big dawg with a great smile, look like shark poker, yeah they get aggressive
Skin glossy than a mothafucka, teeth sharper than my lip
So my teeth cut my lip, I put a diamond on that bitch
Jewish star for the set, yeah this summer had us movin’ different
Tat an eagle on my neck, ’cause this winter we was flyin’ different
And my niggas show and prove, still be rappin’ like I’m [broke?]
How a youngin’ this smooth? I’m really dirty with the stroke, yeah

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the wing one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

[Bridge: Wizkid & GoldLink]
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, I’m hella movin’ different
Went from duckin’ coppers, now we duckin’ paparazzi now
Fine lil’ tall black chick with an accent, she a model now
Drinkin’ bubbly liquor while I’m starin’ at her, lookin’ nothin’ like she talk
They remember when I was a youngin’, had the .40 draggin’ when they walk, huh
Blue flaggin’ while I’m parasailin’ with the boys and models out in Italy
Couple months ago, I was in the city on a date with a single ting
You’d prolly know her, and I never show, and she told me how she get security
But I always tell her I’m a hood nigga and this famous shit is new to me
Been down with the leg walk, old Versace for the jeans
I understand how my plug talk, I got Cuban in my genes
Never cubic on my neck, I got diamonds that’ll bling
I got shooters that’ll blitz, and all you’ll hear is dirty screams
Give me neck, give me neck, uh, trade my girl for a jet, uh
Trade her soul for some pocket change
Want the world, nothin’ less
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a nigga for a North Face
And some braggin’ rights and a TEC

[Outro]
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Truth teller, truth teller
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I’m never gon’ let up
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Back, back, back-ity-back, God, get ’em
(Skrrt, skrrt)
New levels, new levels
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

2Pac – Don’t Stop The Music [OG] Lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
This go out to C. Delores Tucker
(God damn rap music I hate that)
Bob dole
(It’s just so violent and it destroys everybody)
And everybody else who feels like uh
(It makes the kids crazy)
They stronger than the constitution
(Kids kill people)
Freedom of speech big baby
(There’s cop haters)
Freedom of speech
(They goin’ against society I don’t understand the music, it’s too loud)
Outlawz!
(It’ too loud, it’s too rowdy, it’s too violent)
(Let’s ban all rap music)
Outlawz
(Ban 2Pac, ban the Outlaw Immortalz Ban ’em)

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
You can’t break me never made me, busta soft ass beats
This Outlaw style got a brother off the streets
Miss Delores Tucker sue me I won’t stop
‘Til we get justice for these crooked cops on my block
Time Warner full of sissies, tell ’em all to miss me
A bunch of hypocrites whistlin’ Dixie
Good riddance cause you never should of touched me
You cowards knew you couldn’t take the pressure I’ma make you sorry
Trust me
Did I cry when they dropped me? (nah), can they stop me? (won’t)
Tryna sell 4 million copies (T.H.U.G)
If I wasn’t spittin’ it’d be prison or death
This rap game all we got left
So try to comprehend where we comin’ from
Life as an Outlaw, ain’t meant for everyone
So here we come
Recognize how we organize
Strategize now we unified brothers on the rise
And we can’t stop

[Collision: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

[Hook: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

[Verse 2: E.D.I]
You don’t really wanna stop – stop
The only thing that we got
I bang knott’s, so how much you plot
On these youngsters, millions of ’em that’s lovin’ everything we say
Cause at this every single day yeah
Some of us is trippin’ on it (huh)
But in turn busta’s slippin’ on it
So get up on it, don’t be an opponent
Cause this is feedin’ my family, take it away
And see me in every single place you plan to be
Don’t stop

[Verse 3: Hussein Fatal]
I got 58 ways to get out of the game
But only one way’s gonna fit my name; Hussein
Ride by, with the block, I can’t stop
Not even for the cop’s will, I close down shop
Yo, I broke nights to get big, gettin’ rope spot’s hold it tight
(You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Runnin’ with fat blunts niggas ain’t rollin’ right
Temp this
I bitch this track, I love rap (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Senseless, relentless in every sentence but above that
Brain driller, fuckin’ Fatal’s a walkin’ pain killer
(You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Insane iller than caine, Uzi cops, then watch ’em fear ya
Who’s next?
I’m ready to check a neck in a second
(You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Gripin’ the TEC and slap’ ya head because I snap under pressure
Cuttin’ circulation
Stranded on the plant the earth’s chasin’
Scared of probation now I’m facin’ death tryna hurt a nation
Burn like acid
Fart, blunts and Jurassic, Park
My bastard ass click we got the strip mashin’

[Hook: Val Young]
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo

You don’t really gonna stop, hayy
You don’t really gonna stop, haha
You don’t really gonna stop, hayy
You don’t really gonna stop, haha

Mhm!, I won’t stop the music, I won’t stop the music
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music (You don’t really gonna stop, haha)
Nooooo
Don’t you stop it (You don’t really gonna stop, hayy)
Don’t you stop
Stop the music

YNW Melly – Rolling Loud Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey
You know the mountains and the sun forever rise and go
How high the diamonds shinin’ on him
I don’t wanna go
Yeah the VVS’, oh
Thumb through the racks
Thumbin’ through the racks and a nigga gotta get right back
Gotta get right, gotta get right, right, right back
Gotta get right

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (Dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud)
Aroma is inside the air (Inside the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (Lookin’ at us)
My demon told me it was unfair (No, no)

[Verse 1]
Gotta get racks, racks, racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Gotta go cop that Porsche (Cop that Porsche)
Got that bitch shakin’ ass in the kitchen in booty shorts (Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t tryna die no time soon, they say life too short
That’s only if you lose faith, we gotta get it today (Yeah)
Pop you a Molly or somethin’ else, Hennessy, get you some money and get it (Get it)
She wanna fuck on me, she suck a lil’ somethin’
She swallowin’ all of my niggas (For nothin’)
Ain’t droppin’ no dime
I swear to God, bitch I’ll do the time for all of my niggas (My Slimes)
Okay way down, paint it, okay, hair trigger

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Loud, lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (You can smell it)
When they was lookin’ at us (Why you lookin’ at us?)
My demon told me it was unfair (Unfair)

[Verse 2]
Oh, baby, what you mean? Gotta get to this green
I don’t wanna do no more of that codeine
I’ll ho-o-old the Glock, I gotta get a bean
Oh, what you want is sex, she say she want Rolaids
Got a hundred round drum on that TEC
Don’t play with us, this shit get disrespectful
Beat the bitch one time, if I did it, then I bet I left her (I see you)
She wanna get it, she wanna fuck, I wanna go (I wanna go)
To a place that me and the lil’ bitch ain’t never been before (‘Fore)
Uh, I gotta get lil’ ho from Idaho, and
I don’t know what the fuck she got goin’ on, this shit so potent (So potent)
I’m rollin’, rollin’, I’m rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, locomotion (‘Motion)
I got a 40, I’ll hold this bitch and shoot it at you people (You people)

[Chorus]
Run up the money, then count up the commas
And go get the money lil’ bitch (Money, lil’ bitch)
Hundred round drum on the Glock
If he play with the crew, then he bound to get hit (Bound to get hit)
These bitches be suckin’ and swallowin’ dick
I swear I can’t trust ’em for shit (Trust ’em for shit)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch (A dusty lil’ bitch)
Know that’s a dusty lil’ bitch
Rollin’ up a lot of loud (Lot of loud)
Aroma is inside the air (In the air)
When they was lookin’ at us (At us)
My demon told me it was unfair

[Outro]
You gon’ get fucked from the dick by the back and go get you them Rolaids (Rolaids)
She want the Rolaids (Roll)
She want a Rolex (Go)
She on the wave, yeah
Young Nigga World, young nigga wavy
World, young nigga wavy

Young Thug – Scoliosis Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go)
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo
That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go)
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give a fuck (give no fuck)
Heckler Koch (Koch), four five shells, yeah they gon’ live for more
Can’t wife no thot (wife no thot), I just fuck ’em then I give ’em up (I give ’em up)
Ten bands on the fit, hoes they say I do too much (I do too much)
They diggin’ this shit like a grave (grave)
Can’t do nothing ‘less, I’m gettin’ paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways (in they ways)
Walk through the back of the bitch, it’s a maze (it’s a maze)
Condo by lane, it’s a mall in it
Ain’t no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Outro: Young Thug]
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

Drake – I’m Upset Lyrics

[Intro: Drake & MATT OX]
Yeah
I’m workin’ on dyin’

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Fifty thousand on my head, it’s disrespect
So offended that I had to double check
I’ma always take the money over sex
That’s why they need me out the way
What you expect?

[Verse 1]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho
Every month, I’m supposed to pay her bills
And get her what she want
I still got like seven years of doin’ what I want
My dad still got child support from 1991
Outta time, people love to pop a lot of shit then come around
Word to Flacko Jodye, he done seen us put it down
Niggas askin’ if I’m cool

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Hunnid thousand on my head, it’s disrespect
So offended that I had to double check

[Verse 2]
You tryna check?
This is real life, niggas think we playin’ chess
So what’s next?
Jump up out the bed like I’m possessed
I go out on tour and I say I’m drinkin’ less
End up gettin’ loose and gettin’ pictures from my ex
SMS, triple X
That’s the only time I ever shoot below the neck (skrr)
Why you keep on shootin’ if you know that nigga dead? (Skrr)
That’s the only kind of shit that gets you some respect

[Refrain]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul
Thankful for the women that I know
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho (ayy, ayy)
Every month, she don’t even love me, she just puttin’ on a front
She gon’ try and settle outta court and make a run
Then gon’ ask me how I’m doin’?

[Chorus]
I’m upset
Half a million on my head I can’t accept, yeah
‘Least it makes me feel someone tried their best, yeah
Want to waste a half a million, be my guest
Made me wanna buy a vest and a TEC (skrr)
But I’m blessed, I just checked
Hate me, never met me in the flesh
Said she’s got somethin’s she gotta come here and collect
That shit is in a box to the left, to the left

[Outro]
Got a lot of blood and it’s cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul (for my soul)
Thankful for the women that I know (that I know)
Can’t go fifty-fifty with no ho

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Snitch Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, you a fool for this one
Yeah, this for them thug niggas, you heard me? (Oh)
We all got them trials and tribulations (slatt)
We all got a lotta niggas hatin’
But you know we gotta capitalize off that shit
You hear me? (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Bitch I really be rappin’, all my niggas really be trappin’
You hear me? But tell me what’s the difference though

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (Ben)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (again)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (yeah)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (can it get)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (bow)

[Verse]
I cut his water short, I put that on my soul (on my soul)
We get it in how we live, they don’t know (they don’t know)
Death at the corner, devil on me, my heart cold (my heart cold)
Heard these niggas want it, grab the gutter, time to roll (skrrt)
Creep through the house, we let out shots the first minute we see ’em (bow, bow, bow)
MAC with a suppressor, once I bust it, they’ll never hear ’em (pew, pew)
Bitch we really steppin’, he want pressure, I wouldn’t wanna be him
‘Til that nigga die open fire every time I see him
Ran off with weed, I told Black Bo that we gon’ get ’em though
Every day I’m runnin’ with some hittas straight up out that four
Really big B livin’, sellin’ drugs right up off the porch
Play ’round with my money, squeeze his neck until he fuckin’ choke
‘Bout it, Black Bo slapped the fuck out the nigga that ratted on me
Got these tats in my face and I scream NBA
What the fuck do you mean it’s tatted on me
I’ma post in the Nawf with a TEC up on me
I’ma walk through the mall with a check up on me
Got a gun where my waist at, you know I don’t play that
I want a nigga for to take it from me
I heard these pussy niggas hatin’ on me
I guess that he pray to the devil (yeah)
They know that we stay ’bout whatever (yeah)
If he play then you know we gon’ stretch him (yeah)
I’m runnin’ with some cold steppers (steppers)
They don’t got no mind, they reckless (they reckless)
Say he gon’ rob me, you know I won’t let him (yeah)
Stay with that Glock and you know I’m a felon (pum, pow, pum, pum)

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (yeah)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (yeah)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (post in the trenches)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (ooh)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (grra)

Pusha T – M.F.T.R. lyrics

(feat. The-Dream)

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it’s easy acting like Mitch
“Paid In Full” was more than reading a script
Paid in full is really just being Rich Porter
Filling all standing orders
Would you question could I swim if you saw me walking on water?
Yeah, while every song got a rapper dance
Yuugh, I’m drug money like Dapper Dan
No retirement plans, no Derek Jeters
We all know I did it; Rodriguez
The illusion of money we don’t believe in
You ask me, Tyga looking like a genius
I’m Kim Jong of the crack song
Gil Scott-Heron to the black poem
Woo, the revolution will be televised
‘Cause we done see all and they telling lies

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You rather be more famous than rich
Play your role, it’s easy being my bitch
It’s only right for a queen to floss your shit
Rolex crowns, I emboss your wrist
The minimums, niggas ain’t synonyms
Dual exhausts, driving flying saucers
Diamond crosses, hang Takashi portraits
Street millionaires rub shoulders
And laugh at bitches fucking promoters
Hoping that they get noticed, still driving a Focus
What you fuck him for if you didn’t know what the goal was?
Shine, remote control blinds
That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad
Ahhh, my living room rap scream crack money
I don’t trust rap niggas or rap money
See this air hole tech and get ratttttt from me

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Niggas talking it, but ain’t living it
Two years later admitting it, all them niggas is renting shit
They ask why I’m still talking dope, why not?
The biggest rappers in the game broke, voilà
They say it’s hate, but it’s these well-dressed snakes
That learn to walk on the concrete, I just saw it and spoke to it
Yuugh, you ain’t know, you got coached through it
Wooo, the rap fans got hoaxed through it
Haaa, the whole time I sold coke through it
Nigga, and records I was Bo through it
King Push is synonymous with kingpin
Chess moves on your checkerboard, king him
Yeah, this is gun slingers and Goyard
Uh, this is O Dog in the courtyard
You wonder why I’m still here
I’m America’s worst nightmare
Night, night nigga

[Hook: The Dream]
Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!

[produced by: Hudson Mohawke, The-Dream, Frank Dukes & Boi-1da]

Famous Dex – 30 Go Bang Lyrics

[Intro]
Everybody be askin’ me this
Everybody be askin’ me that
Why do they be questionin’ me?
Like “Dex, where you from, bro?” (Y’all know where the fuck I am from, man)
You know where the fuck I’m from (haha, let’s get it, man)
Woo, esketit (DDB shit, man)

[Verse 1]
I’m smokin’ on Woods (woo), I’m sippin’ on lean ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes (drank)
I’m bussin’ so hard, I need me a water, I can’t feel my brain (I’m brainless)
These bitches they on me, they want them some money, they can’t get a thing (at all)
But baby, I want me some brain (that brain), she know I got fame, she know I’m the thing (esketit)
My .30 on me, you know I can’t lie, got .40s on beams (on beams, woo)
You run up on me, my .40 go boom, I send him a dream (bang bang, bang bang)
We kick in yo’ door like Mike with masks, you think Halloween (Halloween)
But bitch, this ain’t Halloween (woo), I just want the money (esketit), I feel like a fiend (esketit)
Hello, they callin’ my phone, oh shit, I gotta finesse (I gotta finesse, woo)
They say they want weed, but shit, I told ’em molly’s the best (molly’s the best, esketit)
They start some fu shit, guess what? You know I’m uppin’ my TEC (I’m uppin’ my TEC)
I hope I don’t up my TEC, if I up my TEC, I send him to rest (esketit, esketit)

[Chorus]
These bitches on me, I told her I don’t need her (I don’t need her, esketit)
I’m smokin’ on weed, you know it’s that reefer (it’s that reefer, oh)
You try some fu shit, I’m uppin’ my [?] (uppin’ my [?])
My .40 go [?]
My .30 go bang (woo), my choppa go slang, my .40 go [?] (esketit)
And ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes, I’m smokin’ that thing (woo), you know it’s that reefer (woo)
These bitches they on me, I told her I don’t need her, you know I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch, I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya), hoe I don’t need ya

[Verse 2]
I’m still cookin’ work, it’s gettin’ real late, I need me a duece (where the drank? Where the drank?)
I call up Fly Shaun, I call up my twin, you know that’s the crew (my homies, my boys)
I’d die for my homies, I’d kill for my homies, I ain’t talkin’ no fu (no fu)
But boy, what you talkin’ is fu, you ain’t talkin’ no green (no guap), conversation is blue (esketit)
These hoes in KOD shakin’, it’s gettin’ wet (gettin’ wet, esketit)
I call up my broski Shane and told him bring me some stacks (big bro, bring guap)
I see thirsty niggas, I hope they don’t rob, I hope they don’t snatch (don’t snatch)
‘Cause boy if you do try to snatch, lil’ bro in the back, and he came with the strap (esketit, esketit)

[Chorus]
These bitches on me, I told her I don’t need her (I don’t need her, esketit)
I’m smokin’ on weed, you know it’s that reefer (it’s that reefer, oh)
You try some fu shit, I’m uppin’ my [?] (uppin’ my [?])
My .40 go [?]
My .30 go bang (woo), my choppa go slang, my .40 go [?] (esketit)
And ‘fore I’m switchin’ lanes, I’m smokin’ that thing (woo), you know it’s that reefer (woo)
These bitches they on me, I told her I don’t need her, you know I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch, I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya)
Bitch I don’t need ya (I don’t need ya), hoe I don’t need ya

Soulja Boy – Bands Up Lyrics

[Hook x2]
I run them bands up, nigga
I got FnN too, nigga
Pull up, Forgiato all black
Mad truck, i don’t wonder we bust
Nigga, flooded my Rollie
We bust down
Sit in the shot like a touch down
Play with the gang
It’s goin’ down
I take the pound and I ship it out of town

[Verse]
There go Soulja, and he got that check on him
Ridin’ round in foreign whip, and he got that TEC on him
Gucci on my backpack, a hunnid racks I stuffed in it
He playin’ with the gang gang, he gon’ get hit with hollow tip
Designer on my body, I got money but it’s nothin’, bitch
Gucci on my polo, color shirt on, nigga flexin’ shit
Yeah, we got the game on lock
Yeah, jump in the Lamb, get the guap
Yeah, in the trap beat out the pot
Yeah, flood on my wrist is a lot
Yeah, can’t let a nigga play with gang
Uh, VVS diamonds my chain
Yeah, 50 thousand for my ring
Yeah, I smoke a pound in the Wraith
Yeah, I’m in the trap catchin’ place
Yeah, I whip it up in your face
Yeah, I win the Lamb like a race
Draco bullets eat your face

[Hook x2]
I run them bands up, nigga
I got FnN too, nigga
Pull up, Forgiato all black
Mad truck, i don’t wonder we bust
Nigga, flooded my Rollie
We bust down
Sit in the shot like a touch down
Play with the gang
It’s goin’ down
I take the pound and I ship it out of town

Dave East – Set It Off

[Intro: Jada Pinkett Smith, Queen Latifa, & Vivica A. Fox]
This money got you trippin’
Now what you gon’ do?
Rob another goddamn bank
What the fuck is y’all thinkin’?
Hold up, we said once, Cleo
To get enough change to get us up outta here
And that’s all it is, Stoney
We need some real money

[Verse 1]
These niggas can’t smoke or can’t drink with me (at all)
The realest alive, come and meet with me
I’m in your city, bad bitches gon’ link with me (link up)
First class, I don’t check bags, I just carry on all this Louis shit (LV)
Just hit your wife, she on some groupie shit (yeah)
I found me a bad and a boujee bitch (bad)
I jump out the wagon with hooligans
I ask for back but I’m back in the mood again
I dropped out of class, don’t need tutorin’ (fuck em)
That 600, I’m maneuverin’
Maybach comin’ this week (this week)
I need some head ’til I get weak (uh)
GemStar at your wind piece (uh)
Black .40 match the Benz seats (ooh)
I might pull up more than 10 deep (more)
Still got that white, boy, no NSYNC (white)
I throw up my thumbs and I send three
I got the pump in the Benz Jeep (facts)
I leave blood all on your t-shirt (shirt)
These niggas just pussies, they been sweet (I know it)
You wouldn’t believe what I been through
Used to bend through on the 10 speed (uh)

[Hook]
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told you that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)

[Verse 2]
I’m somewhere gettin’ a manicure
Reach for my chain and I’m lettin’ this hammer off
.40 on me, they don’t check the artist
Harlem crippin’, I’ma rep regardless
We lookin’ for you and your man and the way we gon’ throw it at him, he an extra target
I ain’t into all that extra talkin’ (nah)
He ridin’ with you, then the TEC’ll park him
I let a hollow go right in his face then walk by him like I never saw him
The price stay, we don’t ever bargain (never)
Investin’ right, I’ma stress the market
They talk like they gangsta but never walk it
If twelve niggas front, that’s eleven coffins (eleven)
I throw ’em thirty and head to Boston (thirty)
That here a .30, you better toss ’em (throw that)
I flip the patty like, "Oh God" (patty)
Fillin’ up baggies, my old job (old job)
They dope boys and now they goin’ up (up)
I ain’t had nothin’, I’m gon’ rob (rob)
I can’t relate to these soft niggas (I can’t)
My OG just told me, "Just go hard"
I don’t give a fuck ’bout who hatin’
I’m on vacation, I send ’em a postcard
Me and my daughter be matchin’ (matchin’)
Came up on the corner, I’m trappin’ (trap)
Don’t fuck with this shit, y’all be jackin’ (jack)
I’m from the trenches, you cannot imagine
I ride with my Ruger, I got me a cougar and she look just like Toni Braxton
Shark face, that’s an Aston, .45 got me saggin’

[Hook]
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told me that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)
Head of the family, I never talk (never talk)
I’m somewhere gettin’ a pedicure (pedicure)
Don’t know what to say, I done said it all (said it all)
Rumors about me, I read ’em all (read ’em all)
Pull up in Suburban, she told you that she was a virgin but I got the head and all (head and all)
I got the pussy, ain’t never call (never call)
Run in the bank and I set it off (set it off)

[Outro: Queen Latifa]
I want some more motherfuckin’ money

SOB x RBE – Always Lyrics

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Shit changed shit sick now days
I ain’t worried about shit, look at my wrist now days
For them bands I make a nigga strip now days
Even though a nigga on our still won’t change
These new niggas they ain’t keepin’ it a hunnid
I swear these streets and they take a nigga conscious
We ain’t runnin’ we the ones doin’ a hunnid
Merkin’ niggas skrt off doin’ a hunnid
On the next blocks be livin’ dry regular
We ain’t talk feds tappin’ in the cellular
I know niggas want me dead I ‘on’t carry none
At some point, you gotta notice niggas amateurs
And I don’t got time to be fuckin’ wit’ you
I do not got time to be duckin’ from you
Say we runnin’ from four, bitch we runnin’ from who?
So I promise to catch a body when I run into you

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
VVS diamonds my shit clear, your’s cloudy
E’rywhere I go I hear a nigga talkin’ ’bout me
SOB we the best no disrespect to DJ Khalid
If a nigga run up trippin’ I’ma catch a body proudly
The realest nigga some type can’t even turn fake
Seen a lot shit change when the fuckin’ K came
Crestside stays up but I don’t fuckin’ gangbang
And if a sucka slide bustin’ I’ma do the same thing
Ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you niggas ’cause you niggas too strange
TEC on my neck, hangin’ on a shoestring
I slide down your block and treat it like a shootin’ range
Real duffle bag boy like that nigga 2Chainz

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 3: Lul G]
For any of my brothers I knock a nigga down
I be posted in the Jag, we been thuggin’ wit’ them rounds
Opp niggas slide down get his ass knocked down
Double back, masked up, lettin’ off hella rounds
I be posted wit’ the thugs lately, we been sendin’ slugs
Paranoid off the kush, gotta lay of the drugs
Only nigga eighteen, I can whip out a dub
And these niggas they be mad ’cause these bitches show me love
But these bands, I don’t love for they bust yeah
Left pocket, pink fifties ridin’ thug yeah
And these bitches I don’t love ’em, I won’t cuff yeah
And these nigga I won’t ever ever trust yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any my brothers, I knock a nigga down

YFN Lucci – Propane (feat. YFN Trae Pound & YFN Kay)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

YFN Lucci – Propane Lyrics

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

Kodak Black – Loyal Lyrics

[Intro]
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get for bein’ real
Look what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get
This what I get for lovin’ you
This what I get for lovin’ you
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ real
This what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get for lovin’ you
Look what I get

[Verse]
You got my number, so don’t take it to the Internet
I’m a real nigga, so I don’t get into that
Kill Bill, I be flyin’ with the kill TEC
I don’t believe in karma, I ain’t get killed yet
But I don’t wanna die, I just wanna live
Real niggas don’t die, we get on the pill
[?] ’bout to come home on the pill
And he ’bout to offer fam another plea deal
I can’t even S.I.P., can’t smoke in peace
I can’t even R.I.P., can’t roll in peace
I don’t rest in peace, bitch, I roll in peace
I can’t even H.I.P., can’t hoe in peace
I’m cheatin’ on my bitch, but I can’t hoe in peace
I ain’t lukewarm, bitch, I’m cold as heat
Ayy, fuck with me, I’m fuckin’ loyal
Niggas kill you ’cause they love you, they want no remorse
How the fuck you put a baby on child support?
I’m married to the game, I don’t want no divorce
I set a standard, then I stand on it
This what I get for bein’ real, don’t it?
This what I get for bein’ real, do it?
And I ain’t got no heart, so I don’t feel Cupid
And I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get in return
I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get what I earn
I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get what I deserve
Took my energy off the curb, put it on the verse
Now every time I say a word, cost a quarter million
I’m rockin’ pony hair boots, this is pony hair
I’m rockin’ pony hair boots, this is real fur
And I be lookin’ like a million every time I splurge
That’s just what I get for bein’ real to her
That what I get for bein’ real to you
I stepped up out the game, had to step in the booth
I stepped right on a nigga, now I step in the booth
And trust me, I ain’t ever need a vest for the booth
And I ain’t had no choice of what you left me to do
You made me heartless
You made me heartless
You made me
You made me heartless

[Outro]
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get for bein’ real
Look what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get

Migos – Auto Pilot lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Huncho, woo
What time it is? eleven o’clock?
Let’s roll

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Probably think it’s outlandish (outlandish)
But my business too fancy (yeah)
Ooh, sweet like candy (sweet)
Yeah, jumpin’ off Banshees (go)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (TEC)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (brrt)
TEC with the coolant, can’t handle it (TEC)
Young nigga trap dismantling (trap, drip)
That’s that secret sauce (secret)
Huncho be’s the boss (be’s it)
Huncho pissed ’em off (peezed it)
Huncho freezed ’em all (I freezed it)
I bought a bitch that bag (bag)
Told her pull up with no drawers (pull up)
Young nigga from the Nawf (skrrt)
Put in her goddamn mouth, yeah (Nawf, Nawf)
Run in the goddamn house (run in)
Sticks on the motherf*ckin’ couch (sticks)
Bricks in the wall and the owl (bricks)
Clean it up, clean it up now (clean it up)
Chopper ring, drumline, Nick Cannon (ring, ring)
Hundred racks in the Gucci fanny (Gucci)
12 behind me in a Pontiac, damn it (skrrt)
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, ram it
Bro sayin’, bust ’em, nigga don’t jam it (bust)
Nigga pull up looking just like mechanics (hey)
Plug lingo, he talking in Spanish (lingo)
Wrap ’em and put ’em through traffic (lingo)
Nigga won’t catch me lacking (won’t catch me)
Pull up and catch him in traffic (won’t catch me)
Pull up and park it at Magic (skrrt)
Hitman, paid the assassin

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Ooh, shake him out his shoes
When it come to the gang gang we can’t lose (lose)
If it is not ’bout them benjamins then I refuse (to what)
To ever have a conversation (conversate)
Hotboxing, there’s no ventaliation (uh-uh)
Sipping on drank and I snooze (drank)
Prescription is my medication (mines)
Forget all your fears and face it (face it)
Pick up that cup and taste it (mm)
I break the heart on a bitch like I’m breaking a brick
But later in life she’ll thank me (she’ll thank me)
Cookin’ ’em over the stovetop
Grabbin’ that pot, I was anxious (anxious)
I left my sack for them old knots (a lot)
We call ’em old, they ancient (ancient)
They put a wanted sign up at my shows
‘Cause we the group that’s dangerous (dangerous)
I’m a big dog, Bingo
Them niggas my niggas still walkin’ ’round stainless (steel)
Don’t think just ’cause niggas moving silent that my niggas won’t get violent
Need no stylist for my styling, on the private, autopilot (phew)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Offset)
Two tone Patek (Patek), yeah, two tone baddies (baddie)
Five hundred racks in the attic (racks)
Two-two-three, the fifty made of plastic (brrt)
Eating up the drip like cabbage (eat)
Lost his brain when I put him on acid (lost his brain)
You niggas lame, tryna copy my habits (You niggas lame)
The whole gang having stains, having karats (whole gang)
Birds singing like Barry (brrt)
Skeletons singing like Mary (hey)
Say what I say, you a parrot (copy me)
I got riches and don’t even wear it (riches)
Take a nigga bitch like a hostage here (come on)
The bitch got excited by the lobster suit (bitch)
We pop the Glock like a rasta do (vrrt, vrrt)
Old niggas call me big dawg and salute (old)
I sneeze, the racks achoo (achoo)
When I peep, I’m quick to buy you (vrrt, vrrt)
Got you sick when I sleep with your boo (ehh)
I could pool to make mils out the booth (M&M’s)
I got water, let’s take us a cruise (splash splash)
Get the pot then I give ’em the blues (uh)
Your neck is not wet, it is fu (fugazi)
Bitch catch a play in the Uber (bitch)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Flyin’ autopilot (woo), don’t need no stylist (no)
Trappin’ while I’m driving (trappin’), park it on the island (skrrt)
Stiffarm, Heisman (stiff), singing birds, Isleys (brrrt)
I didn’t graduate but I know chemistry and science (whip it up)
Park it, park it, park it (skrrt)
Heard that everybody know we workin’ (work)
Young nigga still murk it (yeah)
Young nigga whip the birdie (woo)
Ooh watch ’em movin’ (ooh)
Ooh, shake ’em out the shoes (shake ’em out the shoes)
Ooh, VVS jewels, GI Jew, nigga what it do? yeah

Musty – Chief Keef feat. Lil Bibby lyrics

Lyrics Chief Keef – Musty

KidWonder, you made this beat? Dang!
(Let’s get it)
A nigga b*tch with me getting real touchy
Your b*tch wanna get real touchy(musty)

A nigga b*tch with me getting real touchy
That b*tch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But then they don’t do s**t for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoking on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four’s up
She see me at the corner with the doors up.

Running up them bands, I get money
I’m my own boss, I’m tryna front me
Foreign in the back, foreign in the front of me
A couple bands ain’t enough for my tummy
I’ma call the shooters, tell them round up
They ain’t know a diamond til’ they found us
In the strip club, tell ’em bring the ones out
Bet I had them b*tches runnin’ with they buns out
Hella dirty fantas and sprites
You getting bread, let’s get a slice
Drop a b*tch off at Venice
Look, a gorilla in ice
Versuri-lyrics.info
Police got me on a heat sheet
I’m stepping on the b*tches, they beneath me
I just pulled up on GLO GANG Street
I just bought a street sweeper, sweep sweep.

A nigga b*tch with me getting real touchy
That b*tch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But then they don’t do s**t for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoking on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four’s up
She see me at the corner with the doors up.

Said I walk up in the spot, but I’m smelling like a pound
Busting at the top, Play with me it’s going down
We the hottest niggas round, we might show up to your town
On my neck, a hundred thou’, touch, I put you in the ground
Tried to swim in water with the sharks, he gon’ drown
White b*tch sniffin’ white, s**t, I call her Bobby Brown
Tryna get my d*ck wet, you ain’t f*cking dipset
I ain’t had a hit yet, still got a big TEC.

A nigga b*tch with me getting real touchy
That b*tch wanna get lovey-dovey
They be like to do a lot of fussing
But then they don’t do s**t for me
She tryna make a nigga get lusty
She see a nigga smoke on musty
Me and gang nem pull them four’s up
She see me at the corner with the doors uppp.
Chief Keef lyrics
Video Chief Keef

ASAP Ferg – Coach Cartier (feat. Famous Dex) (Still Striving Album)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Your bitch gon’ die for the dick
She spend mad time with the kid
Rainbow shot my wrist
She make them titties twitch
Adidas done gave me the check
Go to Tourneau and cop Rolex
Your bitch obsessed
Thumb in the butt, yes!
Come and just fuck with the set
And we’re buckin’ the TEC, with my niggas it’s facts
They be protecting your neck
Ice bucket challenge with Dex
Those are not Margiela
Hol’ up, I’ll do you one better
Rainbow shot my wrist
Watch them diamonds glist

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Famous Dex]
Call me Coach Cartier
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-yeah)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-Dexter)
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-Dexter, ah-what)
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-whoa, rainbow)
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (rainbow)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-Dexter)
Call me Coach Cartier
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (ah-yeah, Dexter)

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Call me Coach Cartier
I get that money, them diamonds my ear
Wait, rainbow shot my bitch
Huh, got diamonds, my diamonds gon’ glisten
Wait, I’m in the trap with Ferg
Fucking your bitch and I’ll tell her to swerve (I did)
Huh, I can’t trust this bitch (I do)
Run up on me then I’m uppin’ my stick
Yeah, wait, they callin’ me Dexter
Yeezy my feet, I don’t wear no Margielas (I don’t)
Huh, I make it rain, no umbrella
Huh, I fuck her friend now she jealous (ah-Dexter)
You know I don’t care what she tell them
I ship em off, yeah they flopping like feathers
Wait, rainbow shot my bitch (ah-what)
Draco by me, you know I don’t miss
Dexter

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & Famous Dex]
Call me Coach Cartier (ah-what) call me Coach Cartier (ah-what)
Rainbow shot my wrist (yeah, ah-Dexter) rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shot my wrist, rainbow shot my wrist

Ugly God – Welcome To The Booty Tape (The Booty Tape Album)

[Intro: CUFBOYS and CUFBOYS’ Mom]
So what’s your opinion on Ugly God, mom, a lot of people have wanted me to do that
Thi-This, 2 videos we just saw?
Yeah
Oh, good luck to him, because whatever he made off that is not gonna be- no
What you mean
He’s not gonna make anymore, that was terrible, I mean, I’m pretty open minded, so I like some of these people, I think they have a future, but this guy; Number 1, he’s not that attractive, Number 2, he’s not! I mean he’s just not that attractive! And then all he wants to sing about is dumb stuff, almost like- I don’t know how to even say it, he’s singing like pornographic stuff, and who just wants to see, I mean, I guess if he has an audience for it good luck, I would never listen to that
So it’s a no? Final opinion on Ugly God?
Oh yeah, no no no no no no no no, he’s one of the worst you have shown me

[Tag]
Thanks Ugly God!

[Verse]
I spent that check on my neck
I got yo bitch drippin’, she wet (drip, splash)
Nigga please don’t disrespect
My niggas they grippin them TEC’s
I pull up and pick up that check
I go to yo crib put my dick in yo sister
Yo bitch on my line, i pull up and I drill her
Don’t DM me nigga, don’t hit me on twitter
I am the G.O.A.T, admit it (yea)
I fuck on yo bitch cause she with it (yea)
Them niggas so broke i don’t get it (the fuck)
I need me a milli let’s get it
I always say i need a milli
I probably won’t stop ’til i cop me a milli
When i touch a milli, I cop me a bentley
So let me stack up cus my pockets look empty
You niggas and bitches irrelevant (bitch)
I need me that check i pay hella rent (cash)
My pockets thicker than an elephant (yea)
I do this rap shit for the hell of it
Twenty-sixteen yes i need to be president
Bitch i’m the shit, i came up and thats evident
Don’t call me bro, nigga we are not relatives
Bitch, you niggas is snakes (yuh, snakes)
These bitches is fake (yuh, fake)
I see that you hate (yuh)
I count up this cake (count up this cash)
You savin’ these hoes lil nigga (the fuck)
I cannot relate (can’t relate)
But get you a cape
Say hey to my tape
Yuh, bitch