Jackboy – In The Uber With A Ruger Lyrics

[Intro]
My video vixen give super f**kin’ head
If you f**k her, both of y’all ass dead

[Chorus]
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (With a Ruger, bitch)
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch)
Drum on the Drac’, droppin’ hits like producers (Like producers, bitch)
Boy, you be flaggin’, only thuggin’ on computers (On computers, bitch)
Hit up Saks, two words, Richard Mueller (Richard Mueller, bitch)
He tryna tax so I’m ’bout to rob my jeweler (Rob my jeweler, bitch)
Gucci bandit but my girl a YSL trooper (YSL trooper, yeah)
Step out the mall, more shit than a booster

[Verse 1]
Step out the mall with more shit than a booster (Than a booster)
Walk up on me, lil’ bitch, I’ma shot you (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Nigga pussy, only thuggin’ on computers (Thuggin’ on computers)
Still in the hood, I’m still certified shooter (Bitch, I still got strength)
I’m not no tutor, bitch, teach a lesson, shoot a bitch
Can’t love no groupie bitch steady tryin’ sneaky shit
Always tweetin’ shit so I had to leave the bitch
Thuggin’ in the ditch, mobbin’, tryna hit a lick

[Chorus]
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (With a Ruger, bitch)
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch)
Drum on the Drac’, droppin’ hits like producers (Like producers, bitch)
Boy, you be flaggin’, only thuggin’ on computers (On computers, bitch)
Hit up Saks, two words, Richard Mueller (Richard Mueller, bitch)
He tryna tax so I’m ’bout to rob my jeweler (Rob my jeweler, bitch)
Gucci bandit but my girl a YSL trooper (YSL trooper, bitch)
Step out the mall, more shit than a booster (Than a booster, bitch)

[Verse 2]
My video vixen give super f**kin’ head (Super head)
If you f**k her then both of y’all ass dead (Y’all ass dead)
Could’ve had your ho but left that bitch on read (Yeah, yeah)
City boy, pussy ho, cut the check (Give me that bread)
You ain’t pushing weight, pussy nigga, don’t flex (Don’t flex)
I ain’t tryna talk, pussy ho, just undress (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas hatin’, why they mad at success? (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
I was broke now eighty thousand around my neck (Bitch, I got that cash)

[Chorus]
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (With a Ruger, bitch)
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch)
Drum on the Drac’, droppin’ hits like producers (Like producers, bitch)
Boy, you be flaggin’, only thuggin’ on computers (On computers, bitch)
Hit up Saks, two words, Richard Mueller (Richard Mueller, bitch)
He tryna tax so I’m ’bout to rob my jeweler (Rob my jeweler, bitch)
Gucci bandit but my girl a YSL trooper (YSL trooper, bitch)
Step out the mall, more shit than a booster (Rrah, rrah, rrah)

[Outro]
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch)
Drum on the Drac’, droppin’ hits like producers (Like producers, bitch)
Boy, you be flaggin’, thuggin’ on computers (On computers)
Hit up Saks, Richard Mueller (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
He tryna tax, rob my jeweler (Rrah, rrah)
Gucci bandit, YSL trooper (Rrah, rrah)
Step out the mall, than a booster

Pablo Skywalkin – Flex On Em Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All these bands on me, I can’t f**king move
All these bands on me, I can’t f**king move
All these bands on me, I can’t f**king move
Where my Louie go, I spilled it on my shoes
My body it get chilly, when I rock my jewels
I be looking like a dolphin in these yellow Trues
Baby I can’t dance, but my diamonds can
So many Franklin’s in my pocket, bust the rubber band
Chillin on a fifth, I think I’m bro-man
If I can’t f**k yo bitch, then my brother can
My main girl said she don’t go with me, I don’t give a f**k
I got all kinds of hoes
White Pradas black shoe strings, these bitches looking like dominoes
Might catch a cold, cause my wrist froze
I hit her once, then we switch hoes
Y’all switch things, switch jeans
I been handcuffed since I was 16
In a Gucci tee, and it’s kinda tight
Rat bitch, say I’m dressing white
Just mad she ain’t spend the night
Tell her head first, then she get the pipe
Bye bye you gotta leave ho, buffed up like Deebo
Any nigga try to rob me, he a jackass like Steve-O

[Hook]
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
These hoes they ain’t shit, I don’t stress on ’em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on ’em
Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on ’em
All my belts and my shoes got the F’s on ’em
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
If I don’t like that bitch, I’m gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em

[Verse 2]
White girl tryna smoke me one
With a choosin bitch, and I’m the chosen one
Give y’all niggas the Gucci watch, on my left wrist is the frozen one
All these Louies in the shoe boxes, I don’t know what color let me open one
Riding around in this Rolex, hoes tweeting me it’s that over ton
That’s no lie, circle tighter than a bow tie
I’m high as hell, love Gucci belts no YSL
With a model bitch, and she shy as hell
She don’t speak, but she scream loud when you hittin deep
If you don’t work, you don’t eat
Niggas starving like Marvin, see more green nigga then it’s sparking
Like barking, you a funny guy, Martin
If the blunt rolled, then I spark it
Yeah that shit rolled, then I spark it
My bitch mad cause I’m high again, her legs spread and I’m diving in
No peek-a-boo
Diamonds yellow like Pikachu, Louie frames what I’m peeking through

[Hook]
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
These hoes they ain’t shit, I don’t stress on ’em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on ’em
Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on ’em
All my belts and my shoes got the F’s on ’em
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
If I don’t like that bitch, I’m gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em

Mir Fontane – New Friends Lyrics (feat. Kodie Shane)

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
f**k these hoes, just get your bands
They don’t wanna see you win
It get rough around my ends
They want you dead or in the Pen
I hold the tooly for my mans
Can’t get caught with it again
I know he want his revenge
But I don’t wanna lose more friends
It get cold up in the streets
I won’t tell yo ass again
You won’t take one on the chin
They throwing shots right at ya brim
Dolla sign, Dolla sign
You won’t make it on this side
Pray you make it out alive
I know so many niggas tried
See the city tryna charge us
Gotta keep ya guards up
Can’t afford no haircuts
Granny smokin’ hard stuff
Lately I been stressed out
Labels ain’t no damn help
Had to give the tooly back cuz I can’t trust my damn self
And I don’t got no beef, except the ones that hit my mans up
But they play wit police
They’d prolly kill wit my hands up
Pockets on Monique
Had no choice but get my bands up
You still worried ’bout followers and tryna get ya friends up

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 2: Kodie Shane]
Every time I cop some ice
My old hoes seem to pop up
She say she don’t do drugs
Cause her jaw, it just be locked up
Shocker
I just think she like that I’m a pop star
I just think she like that I’m a rock star
Rock her
Out like my guitar
Wow
She 18 but her dad took her car
Wow
I’m leaving New York, I’m on a flight
Right now
When I see that hoe
I say she better wipe me down
These niggas ain’t my friends
I’m up here on a cloud
YSL they kisses, VVS the smile
Okay, and I don’t want that bitch
Somebody get they child
I took my bitch to Chow’s
Put my wrist on WOW
Hey!

Young Thug – No Hysiding Lyrics

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[Intro: Solo Lucci]
Foreign money
[?] don’t wanna be that nigga, yeah
So fuck ’em

[Verse 1: Solo Lucci]
I told my momma “Fuck a job, shit I’m trappin’, I done got in too deep” (I did)
Never follow rules, shit, that’s cool, shit wasn’t really meant for me (No)
Ever since the day granny died, it fucked me up mentally (Damn)
So I stay strapped up ready to ride on all of my enemies (Woo, woo)
Young niggas’ll shoot on the block just tryna get famous (Brrrt, brrrt)
It’s only one rule on the block, don’t sell dope to strangers (Oh no)
Hunnid ’round yo’ [?], you not really good at [?] (You better)
‘Cause they gon’ do the [?], they guapin’, how could you blame ’em? (I’m like)
Fuck ’em (Fuck ’em), fuck that bitch [?] don’t trust ’em (No)
Got the type of [?]
I’ma be skeetin’ Robitussin (Woo)
Then wake up and make a [?] (Yeah)
That lil’ bitch know about this thuggin’ (Rich)
Speak to him forever, hold your peace
[?] ain’t no ho in me (No)
See, niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but when it get gangsta, they hide (They hide)
They walk in the [?] like gangstas, but that’s a disguise (That’s a disguise)
I remember the days when I used to slap niggas for lyin’ (Niggas for lyin’)
But I ain’t the same nigga I was and you better thank God (Woah)
‘Cause these niggas pussy, they pussy
Chop a nigga [?]
Hop out on foot (Damn), smoke a nigga like kush (Woah)
And I ain’t sayin’ I’m a killer (Woo)
Well, pussy nigga, don’t push (Oh no)
I’ma trapper turnt rapper, it’s gon’ cost a half a bird just to book (Brrr, brrr)
For real (No, no, no, no, no)

[Pre-Chorus: Solo Lucci]
No hysiding (No hysiding)
Momma didn’t teach me nothin’ but surviving (Surviving)
These niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but they lyin’ (These niggas lyin’)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (Woo)
Don’t pipe me up (Yeah)

[Chorus: Solo Lucci]
Woah, woah (Woah)
Talkin’ that shit is a no no (No)
All of my niggas on [?] (Woah)
And they be ready for war, so
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
This ain’t no hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas mobbin’ (No, no, no)
Don’t pipe me up (Hey)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up, hey (Hey, hey)
No hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (No, no)
Don’t pipe me up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I been takin’ Miley Cyrus, yeah (Thugger)
Even when I’m not geeked up, bitch, I’m still ridin’ (Rrrr, rrrr)
All my niggas [?] that nigga down (Yeah)
Dressed in all black like I’m Batman, all my niggas ridin’ (Yeah)
Stack that cash and get yo’ niggas up the street (Swear)
I’m just in the ‘yo, but I still got a hunnid racks on me
I had a Cutlas tinted tints, you can’t see me (No seein’)
As you can see, I just made Stevie Wonder [?] (What?)
I’m standin’ on the mothafuckin’ block with a rock in my pants, yeah
I know some
[?] had dog food before Ralo (What?)
Back when we was tryna kill each other with hollows
Ooh, I wore Fubu before a coupe (Wh-what?)
I was taught to get [?] for your [?] (New [?])
I know some of my words are twisted ’cause these screws (You dig?)
Don’t forget I paid a hunnid racks for these, too (127)
If you play with my crew, all I’ma tell you is–

[Pre-Chorus: Solo Lucci]
(No, no, no, no, no) No hysiding (No hysiding)
Momma didn’t teach me nothin’ but surviving (Surviving)
These niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but they lyin’ (These niggas lyin’)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (Woo)
Don’t pipe me up (Yeah)

[Chorus: Solo Lucci]
Woah, woah (Woah)
Talkin’ that shit is a no no (No)
All of my niggas on [?] (Woah)
And they be ready for war, so
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
This ain’t no hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas mobbin’ (No, no, no)
Don’t pipe me up (Hey)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up, hey (Hey)
No hysiding (No hysiding, no)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (No, no)
Don’t pipe me up

[Outro: Young Thug]
I got you, fool
Fuck is you thinkin’, nigga?
Yeah, real YSL shit, you know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, my big 40 make sure all y’all stay shawty, bitch

Young Thug – Posse Cut (Elbow) Lyrics

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[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Fishtailin’ down the parking lot of Magic City (Skrrt)
Penthouse, woke up in a mansion bedroom full of bitches (In a mansion)
Snitches get stitches, we put chopper bullets through your tissue (Brrrr)
And that don’t mean that you real because you got a pistol (It don’t)
I do this shit for my niggas (My niggas), all of my niggas official (Official)
All of my niggas tote pistols (Pistols), all of my niggas be killin’ (Killin’)
All of my niggas drug dealin’
Came from the trap, I could barely sleep
On that molly, I could barely eat
Just popped a percocet to get on my feet
Feds in the spot screamin’ “Get on yo’ knees!” (Duke)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 2: Losie]
Some of this shit we do, it’s not illegal (It’s illegal)
I’ma do this shit for my people (For my people)
If I don’t got it, I’m lookin’ out the peephole (Out the peephole)
And if she don’t do it right, I’ma teach her (Woah)
I won’t fuck the bitch, she a [?] (Woah, woah)
I don’t fuck with these niggas, they fake (No way)
Break the brick down, just bag (Bag it up)
They hatin’, nigga, don’t laugh (Woo)
I’m on fire, nigga, no match
And I hit the bitch, she pass (Pass)
‘Bout the money, nigga, I’m a assassin (What?)
YSL scorin’ baskets (Los’)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 3: Cheat Code]
I swear the money stickin’ to me like velcro (Like velcro)
Them crackers gave my partner [?] the people’s elbows (The people’s elbows)
They peep the way I’m startin’ to sell, bro, [?] the elbow
And if you built like you say, why you tell, bro? (Then why you tell?)
But it told on [?], this shit hell, bro (But this shit hell)
I still remember when I was sittin’ in that cell, bro (Sittin’ in that cell)
I swear to God I’m a product of my environment (My environment)
I swear to God I don’t care what them [?] (Fuck ’em)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 4: Wicced]
I just took a loss (Shit), but homie get that shit back (Let’s get it)
My cousin got a 20 (Fuck), he say he gon’ get that shit back (Yeah)
And if I take yo’ shit (Nah), nigga, you ain’t gettin’ shit back (Cash)
Yeah, we really with it (Ha), bitch, we really with it (With it)
Grindin’ like a motherfucker tryna get some digits (Money)
Cold hearted motherfucker, yeah, my heart is frigid (Sheesh)
But I got that skillet (Buck), I will make you feel it (Yeah)
I been in all red lately, Slugger say “Let’s get it” (Let’s get it)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 5: Gunna]
I’m with the squad, with my boys, these my fuckin’ niggas (My fuckin’ niggas)
I’m goin’ hard to the core, we gon’ get them millions (Gon’ get them millions)
Weigh them bands on a scale, whip it in the kitchen (Whip it in the kitchen)
Free the real, all my niggas in the penitentiary (Free my niggas)
All these bands up in the spot, my trap done got too hot (The trap done got too hot)
My phone keep ringin’, it won’t stop, my wrist stay in the pot (Wrist stay in the pot)
I be workin’ through the night, I walk ’round with a knot (I walk ’round with a knot)
Servin’ in and out (In and out)
We workin’ through a drought (We workin’ through a drought)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

Cuban Doll – Amazin Lyrics

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Let me do a rap bitch greezy
I’ll drop a bag make the shit real easy
Labels got ’em thinking they can be me
I was in the trap with my nigga yella beezy
Tell a nigga eat me, please me
Flexing on a bitch like my name is Nicki
I’ll walk a bitch like you walk a dog
I’ll never see my haters in the mall
Standing up in it, might be too tall
I dropped the shit got em pissed off
You little hoes can get pissed on
Got em all on my drip I’m the shit now
I been poppin shit hoe sit down
Ice all on my neck and my wrist now
I got that shit that’s gon make him go brazy
He wanna fuck with a bitch that’s amazing

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Hey, yeah the lil bitch amazing
Her tricks amazing she swallow and taste it
Hey, I got this bitch going crazy
Fuck till she lazy, skeet out my babies
I fuck this bitch on a daily
Nigga don’t play me better act swazee
Hey, I stay where the houses are gated
Nigga don’t play me I don’t got patience
Hey, Cuban Doll you a cutie doll
Come screw me doll, come do it
I like ya booty large, you a cutie doll
So come move it doll, that booty
Hey, I make her bust like an uzi
When I step in the club all the bad bitches choosing
I leave all these bitches clueless
I spent about 30k up on my toothfes

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Thumb through the cash every season
This shit ain’t hard cuz I make it look easy
Smoking biscotti I don’t want no diesel
Rack that shit up, do the shit for my people
We in New York toting them guns like they legal
We get em wacked and I don’t need a reason
Soon as I fuck pull my pants up I’m leaving
She keep her dick in her mouth like she teething
Hold up bitch I can do nothing basic
Pussy so wet it’s contagious
I left her dripping and shaking
Fucked her one time I can’t go on no dates
Diamonds they wet like a lake
I’m bout to cop me the crib with the pool and the gate
YSL lit and we having our way
I make it rain and they gone need a shovel
Can’t stand the rain need to bring an umbrella
I hit her earlier iced out her bezel
I’m not her pimp but she do what I tell her
Use to be broke, but I racked that shit up
Look at me now I done filled up my schedule
I cannot go nowhere with out the metal
Got bad bitches all on my line I got several

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

My bitch finna leave ain’t no better man
At 18 I was posted up magic back then on my moms
They was calling me weatherman
Stay in through the day then head out around 10
And I’m working like letterman
Want my bitch nigga go head and get her then
You be luck if you could talk to her friend
Treat that bitch like a queen just to get in her spleen
I’m a dog, I’m a dick we the Taliban
Ain’t no checking the artist we walk in the spot
So most likely I’m toting the contraband
I’m lil mouse bitch I’m all about hella bands
Ak sit on my belt like the gilidan
Free my bros out of prison, 4 boats round his chest strapped
Look like the michellin man. Boat

G-Eazy – Big Ben Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Preme & G-Eazy]
Right here in the game, swear I’ma win
Fresh out the pen, ain’t going back there again
My baby mama no drama, said she don’t need me to spend
Told her just cop the car seat and I’ma buy you the Benz (Skrrt-skrrt)
Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten
This a big boy clock, I call my watch Big Ben
Ya’ll fight for dollars and cents like y’all ain’t got no sense
Niggas killing to live, like would it kill you to live?
If you diss, get mopped, I clean up my shit
My lil’ bro got shot, I felt like I got hit
All my dogs brought sticks, told ’em I got this
Gotta take those risks, we abide by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I’m dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin’, but the bad bitches love this
Thug shit, I could fuck her slow and make her cum quick (Yeah)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Hit the studio, I came straight from the YSL fashion show
Word to Anthony Vaccarello, we skipped the after, though
I get this cash to flow, models asking, “Who has the blow?”
Uppers and downers, can’t tell if I’m moving fast or slow
She just took acid, just kicked in
Got the big face Rollie, call my watch Big Ben
Zero to sixty in three, this a big boy Benz
Black on black, I whipped the Batmobile, it must be him
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt
I’m killing ’em when I’m in my ‘Rari, feel like a hearse
My garage look like the Jay Leno lot, your feelings hurt
I threw her ten, she put some new plastic under her shirt, look
It’s just a gesture, you’re welcome, look, it’s my pleasure
Put a Birkin on her dresser, it’s like she discovered treasure
Plus the YSL clutch, really, it took no effort
I’m Curry in the clutch, look, I dominate under pressure, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben (Yeah)

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
My piece she put her tongue on, ain’t fucking ‘less the glove’s on
I’m stuck inside her head just like a love song, no doubt
Been one of the best out, your music got me stressed out
‘Cause they ain’t got no bars like they fresh out, big clout
Talk about the best, you got me fucked up if I’m left out
The only white boy in the world who could bring the west out
Girls at my shows on shoulders, she pulls her breasts out
On her boyfriend, he’s miserable, feeling left out
Last night we got high as shit, almost feel like I died a bit
I just fucked a stranger, I asked her name while she ride my dick
Rumors spreading quick, I tell her to chill and quiet it
Rock and roll stories I’ll save the rest for the biopic (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben

Rich The Kid – That Way Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Which way? Yeah, yeah
Diamonds, bow, woo (DJ Durel)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 1]
Flex up a jet, I’m on a pill, nah, for real
Money do a backflip, that way
Cuff a model, make her strip, that way
You can’t even talk to me
Count it up, blue cheese start callin’ me
Now my baby momma trippin’, keep stalkin’ me (What?)
In the trap, can’t sleep (Sleep)
[?] lean sippin’ (Lean)
Too much drugs in me (Too much drugs)
Rich Forever living (Rich)
Woke up countin’ a milli’
Now the Lamborghini off-white
I drop a six in a Sprite (A six)
Keep flexing, got the bands right (Flex)
Too high like a satellite (I’m high)
Gucci, I dropped fifty racks on a jet for nothin’ (What?)
Double CC, got her icey, boy, her boyfriend bustin’ (Bitch)
Yeah, look at her ear (Ayy)
Got a ho flexed up with a chandelier
Drink too much lean, no belvedere (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 2]
Wrist, ice cream
Pull up flexin’, any bitch gon’ fuck me
I’ma hit it if she lucky (Woo)
Old money, real dusty (Money)
Overseas countin’ foreign cash (Cash)
To the trap for another bag (Ha, ha)
Christian Loub’s, red bottom swag (Woo)
YSL on me [?] (What?)
Fuck them niggas ’cause they hatin’ (Hatin’)
Got the Lamborghini waitin’ (Yeah)
I was posted with my Haitians (Haitians)
Rich Forever, we done made it (Rich)
Fuck her, left the ho in Vegas (Woo)
Overseas for the paper (What?)
Money old like a Sega (Old money)
I was walkin’ with a [?]
[?], that way
Keep flexin’ ’cause I’m rich, that way
We doin’ a show for the 2K (Woo)
Still trappin’, got the plug on 3-way
Still juggin’, got the block hot
Run up on you with a new Glock
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’, I flexed (Flex)
30K on a necklace (Woo, woo)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way (Woo, woo)

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

Lil Yachty – We Outta Here! Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yah, yah, yah, yah (ugh), yah, yah (Ayy)
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Uh-huh), yah
Hoo, yah, gang, gang, gang, gang (Lil Boat)
Yah, uh, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bank roll look like- (roll)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes, they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig get it snatched (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Minding my own business
Flex big time, fitness (Ooh)
Gotta get rid of your witness (Skrrt, skrrt)
Young nigga handle my business (Ooh)
Front yard lookin’ like Forza (Forza)
Bad bitch lookin’ like Georgia (Ooh)
Hit from the back, she call it torture
I got them hips, hop, scorcher (Bih!)
Fuck her one time, now that bitch cannot let go
I’m with K Preme sparkin’ gats at the Safeco
Flip up the phone (Brr), Metro
Suck on my balls (Skeet), Petco
I’m like Capone with a chop
SK with a stock, need me a hundred round
They outta stock (Du-du)
I want your bitch, she just-
I’ma jump in it head first off the top (Hey)
These niggas mad that I’m rich (Fuck ’em)
F them, my bitch is my bitch
My wrist is my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
YSL robe when I go take a piss? (Bling)
Ice in my teeth, when I smile see the glitz (Bling, bling)
I got her pissed off, 21 hours drinkin’ Crystal (Skeet)
I’m ’bout to cut the Bentaygas (Skeet, skeet)
Park VIP at the playoffs (Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Yeah, Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso (Mhm)
Take it out, go loco (Yup)
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier (Yah)
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bankroll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bankroll look like, roll
Bankroll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig, get it snatched (Lambo)

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Yo, double OG
Big dog, young nigga parrot, I eat (yeah)
All them niggas, yeah, behind my back (Humble!)
Say the word, you know the niggas is wack, wax (Frizzy)
All these niggas rappin’ wax, wack (Yeah)
All that bullshit you’re sayin’, wack (Huh?)
You ain’t gangsta and you know that’s facts (What?)
I’m a real gangster, nigga, know that, yeah
Shoot a nigga straight in the head like a throwback
You know I turn your head ’til you throw back (Ba-ba-ba-bow!)
And I been kickin’ shit for a long time
Young nigga been gangsta from way back (Yeah)
Takin’ shit nigga from way back (Way back)
AK-47 for that (For that)
You don’t nigga wanna go down (Go down)
Yeah, your bitch wanna go down (Yeah)
Bring your bitches to the spot (The spot)
Trap spot, yeah, the block stay hot (Stay hot)
Big Glock, bitch, know it stay hot (Stay hot)
Go two guns deep, that’s for Pete (That’s for Pete)
Murder gang, bitch that’s me (Bitch, on Blood)
Double RP, yeah that me (Yeah)
And I’m ridin’ double R (Double R)
Bet your bitch see the star (See the-)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco (Yeah)
Ice made bitches too nice (Yeah)
Bentley coupe like white rice (Bentley coupe)
Skrrt, he outta here (Outta here)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot (Maggot)
Probably is a-

Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

Gunna – World Is Yours Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 1]
My foot on they neck, her pussy stay wet
Put nut on her breasts, Gunna triple X
Cough syrup back-to-back, I hardly get rest
I fucked her like Thugger, just want me some sex
I’m never sober, too much of this red
Designer my cover, I drip in the bed
Bring me a bundle, I need rubber bands (Need rubber bands)
I done blew cheese and I don’t want the ranch
I’m a rockstar, I play with these bands
Come watch me blow through these racks like a fan (Racks like a fan)
I just went got out, I’m back at it again
The two-door couple new, I’m still waitin’ on a tint (Yeah)
Rackades, I had to invest in a bag (Uh)
Live the good life, all my bitches is bad (My bitch bad)
Take the price up, watch how niggas get mad (Uh)
Biscotti Backwoods, stopped smokin’ the grass

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 2]
These not G-STAR, coupe got On-Star (Uh)
Syrup make me slop, I sip that raw (Uh)
Life of a slime, I love somethin’ sharp (Slime)
Your girlfriend a dime, I might fuck her raw (Uh)
I lost my patience, I took that boy off
They think I’m racist, my white gon’ be Off
Your diamonds fugazi, don’t none of it cost
Whip that double R crazy, won’t do me like Ross (No)
Cherish my freedom, don’t live by the law
If my brothers get rich it’s gon’ be all my fault (Be all my fault)
Can speak for itself, so I barely can talk (Barely can talk)
My shirt match the belt and the belt match my drawers
I left ’em a trace, I drip when I walk
Busy as fuck, I can’t answer my calls (Answer my calls)
We livin’ up, no more shoppin’ in Ross (Nah)
Me and Wheezy way ’bout to fuck up the mall

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Outro]
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Permanent Scar Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa Kenny

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)

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)

Saweetie – ANTI Freestyle lyrics

(feat. Yhung T.O.)

[Verse: Saweetie]
YSL clutch bag, boss niggas love that
My weave real long, do my squats so that ass fat
Love my attitude so he call me lil’ brat, brat
He love me long time
Cause his cash
Yeah I match that
Never took a L, lesson learned, and I bounced back
Tripping off a nigga, man for what? I just fall back
I don’t have the time to be giving out my time
Haters tryna dim my light, cause they know I’m ‘bout to shine
When they say I’m not hot, now you know you niggas lying
Tell your man get off my dick, he keep trying to hit my line
I don’t share niggas, I just spare niggas
The type that’s not for now, but you keep ‘em just incase nigga
I don’t tweet niggas, I deceive niggas
Tell ‘em face to face, carry on and proceed nigga
Been a real life, never been a make believe
And I’m sticking with my squad, to the top is where we be
New bitches tryna grab lunch, nah that ain’t for me
You ain’t starve with me nigga, so why be there when I eat
Moving mean with my team, in the crib is where we be
Yeah, you barely see us out, cause we plotting up our scheme
You might see us in the spring, taking spots, wait and see
If you ain’t rocking with us now, don’t expect to get a seat
Nigga!

[Pre-Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
Work two jobs and gets taxes
Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma
All she want is two things backshots and a backrub
And oh I, oh I
I’m that nigga that will do that
You know I can’t lie
Love the way that you move that
You know I, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips
Niggas know I keep two straps

[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I’m so anti, anti
Can’t trust these bitches no cannot, cannot, oh
And I, and I, always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no

Lil Baby – Throwing Shade lyrics

(feat. Gunna)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I go I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We just be balling like Odell
I got your hoe on my coat tail
She in her feeling but oh well
We got em pants from wholesale
Running through thots in the hotel
Give em couple of hundreds for toe nails
Only time I’m crowdin (?)
They can say it was vacuum sealed with no smell
I was sitting in jail with no bail
I was sitting in prison getting no mail
My nigga switching up on me I don’t care
They got jack shit on him he won’t tell
06 Vette, ridin the fast lane (?)
Im on that red
Pourin it up with most disrespect
Forgiato on my cars now
I been fuckin round with the stars now
5 stars for my lineup
Give these nigga a chance but they time us
Switch the hustle, I did get the grind up
In the spot hundred dollars the lineup
Only big homie niggas can line us
Stickin dick in this bitch cause she fine

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I go I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t stop the money keep calling
VVS on my collar
Caught a body trying to dead (?)
Way she suck she a head doctor
Diggin in I got her legs lockin
Super trendy got Chanel stockings
I ain’t never had to fantasize
YSL we come and change the climate
Rode with twenty thousand one out of Onyx
(?)
I got shooters in the trunk right behind me
I got spots like a cheetah won’t find me
Young Gunna fell in love with these diamonds
Pressure god only rocking the finest
I done told you the crew almighty
It’s my time I gotta remind you
If you my dog I gotta ride with you
I got you dog on whatever the issue
Free my dogs out of prison I miss you
Fuck the laws and whoever against
Know the plug I don’t go through the middle
Showing love it could all be so simple
I’m a giant remember I used to be little
Getting paid, I don’t need no credentials

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know how to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I got I keep me a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way

Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Pray (feat. A$AP Ferg) lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp & A$AP Ferg]
Lil Purpp
Ayy
I play with your bitch clit like I play the guitar
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I’m in the coupe, I’m with a bitch, ceiling got stars
Nigga want beef, he could get smoke, like a cigar
I’m on TV, I’m on the boards, bitch, I’m a star
Pray for my nig, pray for a brick, free all my dogs
Fuck that lil’ bitch, she got back pain
My Fiji and diamonds the same thing
Scope on that bitch it got good aim
Choppa make a nigga do the rain dance
Feel like I’m Thug, all YSL tell by the smell
45 pints, all of it Wock, came through the mail

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Got your bitch on molly, I came with a shotty
And I came alone, but I left with your shawty
Designer, I fuck your bitch with a good timing
She take the dick like an assignment
Counting the green, it ain’t no salad
I know these niggas, they ain’t crying
Run up the check ’til my feet crying
And I blow bands in the weekend
Drippin’ the water, the deep end
Designer, I fuck your bitch with a good timing
She take the dick like an assignment
Counting the green, it ain’t no salad

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

G-Eazy – Him & I (feat. Halsey) lyrics

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I, him and I

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & Halsey]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t wanna see us make it, they just wanna divide
2017 Bonnie and Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince (you know?)

[Chorus: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & Halsey]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, or they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together), fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy) if we was to sever
You know? We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich, you know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

DJ ESCO – No Slow Money Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger, Jeffrey, Hendrixx, Wizard, ah
Dripset, dripset, dripset got the whole lit, wet, lit, wet, ooh
Slime, [?]

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Verse 1: Future]
I was just sittin’ in the Bentley (yeah)
I got some Monica Lewinsky (I got some Monica)
I’m goin’ crazy in Fendi (I’m goin’ crazy)
I cannot trap in the Hemi (I cannot trap)
I’m stickin’ the wheel like Remmy (I’m stickin’ the wheel)
I got more syrup than Denny’s (I got more syrup)
We hit the [?] with Lenux (we hit the [?])
Cookin’ the dope like a chemist
My brothers, ain’t none but some menace
Ain’t rob me a nigga in a minute
I’m a rock star, John Lennon
Got my doors up, no pretendin’
My Aventador ain’t rented
The big Lambo look extended
Racks on me, I admit it
Gold on me like Olympics
Diamond gold an Atlantic
Hottest nigga in the planet
Uzi on me and a cannon
Swangin’ through, panoramic
Got a call, major damage
Freed my dogs, more Xanax
YSL, hang with gang bangers
Hope them niggas understand me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Shottas, let that shit hang like a rasta
Play with that bread and we toast you
I’m a big blood like my partner
We do not play with imposters
We don’t talk to ’em, we knock ’em off
And we gon’ kiss all your partners, yeah
We gon’ fuck over your roster, yeah
And I’m still screamin’ free Roscoe, yeah
She suck me up with a waffle, yeah
I beat it up like a boss do, yeah
Uh, don’t take it personal (no, no)
Double R, with the stars and the Wraith
Bentley trunk outside, right now

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Outro: Future]
DJ Eskimo city

DJ ESCO – Showed You Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
DJ EscoMoeCity
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 1: Future]
Pockets stretched out like I got a barrel on me
I’m so Pluto, out of reach, can’t come close to me
YSL, breathing air, boy I bleed with them
Gun smoke in the air
Blow that heat with them
All my life I been a hustler and I showed you
I got 10 whips outside and they showed you
I put a Rover in the pot and took it global
I get a whip [?] out come fully loaded
I got some money, bought medallions
That bitch so bad we call her stallion
Gotta put more zips inside the styrofoam
Fucked up your budget on one stone
You get so rich they try to treat you like a outsider
I ran it up, they try to find a way to criticize it
[?], juug and take it and I forgot about it
I became a legend in the streets there ain’t no spit around me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
And all my life I run it up nigga that’s my paper
Get the fuck up out my face before I violate you
All the pretty bitches love me I can not blame ’em
I would love me too but still I can not save ’em
I heard the niggas talking crazy, acting wild gangsta
I got some niggas right beside me that’ll violate ya
I got the .30 on me, tucked, I call that my baby
I only hit her up to bust, but still that’s my baby
And I’m like ooh I ain’t here to talk I came to fuck you
I know you just wanna have fun ooh
Well I got a plug with me, yeah
And I got a thug with me, yeah
And he got a drum on him like, ooh
Nigga wit a hoodie and a gun, ooh
I know you don’t wanna be the one, ooh
Oh it’s a dub for ’em, yeah
Put up a dub in ’em, yeah
Came out the mud on ’em, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 3: Dej Loaf]
Mm, let me hide your sulf mm
Know a nigga with a nose ring
Now we’re sitting in the nose bleeds
I showed you and you show me
It’s time to feed my whole team
If you’re starving you don’t know me
Take care of my mother, brother, all my nieces, aunties
To spend your cap, no cap, no Don C
I ain’t the type to call the police
He lick the pussy with the codeine
The only time I let him OD
Die for me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Rand it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

Saweetie – Anti

[Verse: Saweetie]
YSL clutch bag, boss niggas love that
My weave real long, do my squats so that ass fat
Love my attitude so he call me lil’ brat, brat
He love me long time
Cause his cash
Yeah I match that
Never took a L, lesson learned, and I bounced back
Tripping off a nigga, man for what? I just fall back
I don’t have the time to be giving out my time
Haters tryna dim my light, cause they know I’m ‘bout to shine
When they say I’m not hot, now you know you niggas lying
Tell your man get off my dick, he keep trying to hit my line
I don’t share niggas, I just spare niggas
The type that’s not for now, but you keep ‘em just incase nigga
I don’t tweet niggas, I deceive niggas
Tell ‘em face to face, carry on and proceed nigga
Been a real life, never been a make believe
And I’m sticking with my squad, to the top is where we be
New bitches tryna grab lunch, nah that ain’t for me
You ain’t starve with me nigga, so why be there when I eat
Moving mean with my team, in the crib is where we be
Yeah, you barely see us out, cause we plotting up our scheme
You might see us in the spring, taking spots, wait and see
If you ain’t rocking with us now, don’t expect to get a seat
Nigga!

[Pre-Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
Work two jobs and gets taxes
Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma
All she want is two things backshots and a backrub
And oh I, oh I
I’m that nigga that will do that
You know I can’t lie
Love the way that you move that
You know I, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips
Niggas know I keep two straps

[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I’m so anti, anti
Can’t trust these bitches no cannot, cannot, oh
And I, and I, always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no

Gunna – Lies About You (feat. Lil Durk)

[Chorus: Gunna]
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Tell everything but the truth, get nothin’ but love from my crew
I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no roofs
You caught me in a good mood, can’t put a spike in my groove
Got more these designer shoes
I drip, I need an award
I built that way for that Porsche, I think I’m on a high horse
YSL, got none’ but Hi-Tunes, we kill ’em off, no remorse
I gotta win, I can’t lose, I’m tryna feed all my boys
Huh, I paid my dues to these hoes
I got that flame to the torch, young Gunna ball with no court
I hit that trap and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord
I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh

[Chorus: Gunna]
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Man bag, guns in ’em
Track pants, run in ’em
Gorilla glue, Godzilla
We don’t fuck with no nigga
How you want that Saint Laurent bag and you ain’t suckin’ no dick
My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that coke shit
Fuck that shit, come on shawty
Fuck that Ghost, where the Rari?
None of my niggas, want to party
Them young niggas want to catch a body
We ain’t wifing no Chiraq thots
Threesome, them my type of thots
Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy
Tell that ho like hell no
Main homie’s bitch tried to fuck me
And she told me he don’t know
If they out they won’t say shit
‘Cause he know he gon’ get peter-rolled
And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin’
Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you

Kap G – Marvelous Day (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna)

[Intro: Gunna & Kap G]
Came a long way (oh)
Pull out that Wraith
Niggas gon’ hate
Marvelous day
Gunna with me, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 1: Kap G]
You say you a shooter, you ain’t
I ride around with that thing
John Wick with that aim
I’m drinkin’ drank for the pain
I’m with Gunna and he rollin’
Uzi got on Rick Owens
All this gas like I growed it
She on the poll like we voted
I just see Cannon pull up in that panamera
Got sauce like marinara
Bitch, I’m Kap G, dinero
Uh, all that Gucci apparel (Kap G)
All that Louis apparel (Kap G)
Free J, no free Gerald
Yeah, they ain’t never tell, though

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 2: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert]
Let her drip in Chanel and Balmain
They keep sayin’ I’m ahead of the game
My auntie like the smell of cocaine
I’ma pray, she get better with age
Hear the gun when I walk on the stage
Had to walk out and wait for a chain
‘Bout to put some more ice on the ring
I’ma fuck her and love her with rage
I’ma love her and fuck her with rage
Hit it once and pull off in a Range
Hit it once so I don’t know your name
Put me all in my chain like a stain
Crib got unlimited space
Backyard, it look like vacay
Hundred fifty ’round me dying today
Now she gon’ do what I say
Lil Uzi gon’ make it rain
Gunna, he gon’ make it rain, yeah
Kap, he pull up in a tank, yeah
Movin’ that bitch like a Brinks
My new lil bitch, yeah, she Cuban
Give me that neck, we gon’ link
YSL, that be the team
All the way ’til I’m gray

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 3: Gunna & Kap G]
Gotta keep me a pint and stay sane
I’ma drip all the way to the bank
Thought I told you, that some of them lame
Yeah that, Kap G, my nigga, my mane
See done turned up a whole ‘nother lane
We gon’ count us a check, ease the pain
I said Kap we can’t play no more games
We gon’ chop down your block with the gang
I used to have to ride a train
Spent twenty on a chain
Pussy boy, why you hatin’?
I ain’t never been a lame
I used to listen to Wayne (Young Money)
You think I ain’t peepin’ your game
I know you peepin’ my flavor
They wanna be in my place

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

Ralo – See The Light Pt. 2 (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Thug & Ralo]
Blue hundreds on me, ooh
Yeah, Fam…Goon!
YSL and Famgoon, hey
Every night, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done picked my battles, man I went through every fight
Grandpa got cancer, I thought he was dying every night
Disrespect that street code, you can die twice
Racing to the top, climb that ladder with my ice
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(Every time I seen that light, ayy)
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I said every time I seen that, hey, best believe)
Every night I climb that light, every time I seen that light
Climbing to the top of that light, tryna get to the top of that light
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I can’t get no sleep at night)

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Every time you see me, you gon’ think you seen a million dollars
Every nigga ever tried to shit, I swear I seen the matter
Everything I do is for the team, and everybody seen
Don’t ask me ’bout ho shit, that shit there is not a lead
You know what I mean when I told you you mean the world to me
You know I stay clean ’cause every time you know they notice me
Pockets full of green, we gon’ fuck up every night, yeah
I didn’t have a thing, now I got my bread right, yeah
Just because I got money, that shit don’t wash away my problems
I’ll only be honest when I don’t talk about my partners
And they’ll never say my name if they ain’t sayin’ good about him
I gave back to the hood and now the whole hood got him

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done picked my battles, man I went through every fight
Grandpa got cancer, I thought he was dying every night
Disrespect that street code, you can die twice
Racing to the top, climb that ladder with my ice
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(Every time I seen that light, ayy)
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I said every time I seen that, hey, best believe)
Every night I climb that light, every time I seen that light
Climbing to the top of that light, tryna get to the top of that light
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I can’t get no sleep at night)

[Verse 2: Ralo]
I made it to places they said I couldn’t go
They hated before, I know they hate me more
I made my enemy my brother ’cause he ain’t nothing like them suckers
If they ain’t with us then it’s fuck ’em
And tell them ducks we’ll pluck ’em
I never went against the grain, I do this shit for the game
They do this shit for the fame, I gave this shit everything
I never ask for them problems, we go to war with the mobsters
I don’t fuck with them crabs, I’m allergic to lobsters
If you leave I won’t miss you, I don’t have nothing against you
Don’t you take this offensive, wasting time expensive
I don’t walk in the club unless they cut me a check
I don’t walk out the ring until they show me respect, I won

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done picked my battles, man I went through every fight
Grandpa got cancer, I thought he was dying every night
Disrespect that street code, you can die twice
Racing to the top, climb that ladder with my ice
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(Every time I seen that light, ayy)
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I said every time I seen that, hey, best believe)
Every night I climb that light, every time I seen that light
Climbing to the top of that light, tryna get to the top of that light
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I can’t get no sleep at night)

[Outro: Young Thug]
Riding with the Famgoon
I heard she went to Cancun
Fuckin with the Famgoon
End up in the Rikers room, umm
Playing with the slimeball
You tryna have a slime behind the wall
I see you trying with the slimeball
I know you want see us behind the wall, yeah

Birdman & Young Thug – Lil One

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah
Hey
We got London On Da Track
Thugger

[Hook 1: Young Thug]
Lil’ one
I want to know, how you feelin’ lil’ one (tell me, how you feel)
Tell Lil Thugger, how you feelin’ lil’ one
Hey, I need to know just, how you feel, feel, feel

[Post-Hook 1: Young Thug]
How are you feelin’ lil one, how you feelin’ lil’ one? (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me)
How are you feelin’ lil’ one, how you feelin’ lil’ one (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me)
I wanna know, how you feel lil’ one
Tell me just, how you feel lil’ one
Tell, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, just tell me (tell me)

[Bridge 1: Young Thug]
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me (I’m listenin’)
I just want you to tell me (go ‘head)
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Go ‘head and tell me, how you feel
Hey, I’m playin’ doctor just like Phil (go ‘head)
I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh)
I’m almost certain that I’ma feel, hey (hey)
Screwed to the max (I’m geeked)
I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw)
I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat
She could never be a gnat (no)
I’m not talking ’bout no build
But lil’ mama gotta six pack (woo)
She workin’ on it (she, what?)
She get on top of me and work me, homie
Actin’ childish in this phantom
Lay back the curtains on it
She tryna show ’em, that she ridin’ ’round with me
And they trash, no curby, homie, oh
We might just stroll, we ain’t tryna roll
I just wanna enjoy every second
She can take it slow
I’m like oh, oh, oh, oh whoa
I’m not talkin’ bean
But she keep pigeons on her toes

[Bridge 2: Young Thug]
Aye
Thugger want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it
Yeah (lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one)
Yeah (lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one)

[Hook 2: Young Thug]
How you feel lil’ one?
I wanna know just, how you feel lil one
Please, tell Thugger, just, how you feel lil’ one
How you feel, how you feel, how you feelin’?
How you feelin’, how you feelin’, just, how you feel

[Post-Hook 2: Young Thug]
I just want you to feel it
Blood. just want you to feel it
YSL, want you to feel it
Please
Baby girl, I wanna feel it
Please, tell me, I’m feelin’ it
Please, tell me, I’m feelin’ it, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Birdman]
She not a Crip, but her coupe blue
She not a Blood, but she eat ravioli
Wanna twist yo’ body around, I hope you know yoga
Nigga screamin’, "free Pibb" like I’m giving away soda
I don’t really talk, but I been said, "I told ya"
I’m ridin’ with the yoppa like I come from Magnolia (graw)
I just wanna bang bang like Chief Sosa (bang-bang)
It’s a shame on Stunnaman so, yeah
Tell me, how you feel, nigga
Tell me, how you feel, a nigga
Tell me, how you feel, a nigga, for real
Show you, how we dealin’, nigga
Show you, how we kill a nigga
Show you, how we illy niggas, for real
It’s chop-chop and bang-bang
It’s bang-bang and chop-chop
It’s Blood gang, we kill niggas, for real
It’s chop-chop and bang-bang
It’s Cash Money, it’s Rich Gang, it’s YSL
We kill niggas, for real
I thought I told ya
Born stunnas, we known high rollers
Bang-bang for young soldiers (I just want you to tell me)
Bang-bang for lil’ soldiers

[Outro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Go ‘head and tell me, how you feel
Hey, I’m playin’ doctor just like Phil (go ‘head)
I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh)
I’m almost certain that imma feel, hey (hey)
Screwed to the max (I’m geeked)
I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw)
I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat
She could never be a gnat (no)
I’m not talking ’bout no build
But lil’ mama gotta six pack (woo)
She workin’ on it (she, what?)
She get on top of me and work me, homie
Actin’ childish in this phantom
Lay back the curtains on it
She tryna show ’em, that she ridin’ ’round with me
And they trash, no curby, homie

MADEINTYO – Too Quick

[Intro]
I love The Private Club
Nard & B

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 1]
Chop the top, never stop
I get bored too quick
Silly thot, want my spot
I get bored too quick
Louis V, watch ‘em hang, I could see your bitch
She be choosing on the low
I can’t save that bitch
Yeezy hanging out the window
I’ve got lots of handles
Shout out to Gwen and Wesley Foo, that my kinfolk
Been tweaking lately
All my shit gotta be exotic
Baby blue Porsche that shit look like Hpnotiq

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 2]
Gucci duffel, bust yo’ bubble ugh you ain’t hot
Saint Laurent winter jacket, had it ‘fore it drop
Told Distorted if she want it, cop that BM drop
Kinjin ice me up
Meechie pipe me up
Mr. Ice cream truck
Can you ice me up?
Shawty just show love
Tokyo give no fuck
She let the YSL hang
I told her tootle that thang
TPC, that my gang
She wanna kiss the chain

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I (On SNL) (Live)

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Skizzy Mars – 2006 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I like the
I like the vibe of this one, Mikey
I like the way this sh*t sounds
Yeah
Vibes

[Verse 1]
Sorry, Mom, I been a bad son
And I ain’t talking throwing tantrums
I just came off a bad run
Common sense, wish I had some
They say insanity is doing the same thing
Over and over and expecting results to change
My mind strange
They say if nothing change, nothing changes
There’s things in my life that need rearranging
I tend to speak a lot, but I rarely listen
Maybe it’s time I make some good decisions
And to my ex girl still tryna listen
I know I contribute to your current position

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 2]
There’s some issues I still need to dig in
That place called heaven I’m still tryna get in
I’m tryna change it up, I’m tryna straighten up
Don’t mean to bring this up, but Caitlin might’ve been the one
How the f*ck I mess that up?
I hope she doing well
Remember buying you those shades up at YSL
And last year on the road, way too many hoes
Nights I don’t remember, had a lot of those
Needed pills to play, now in the hills we stay
I’m tryna switch it up, tryna live a different way
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 3]
When the last time I called grams?
I been popping these 2 milligrams
And Chelsea bought the kid the new St. Laurents
I ain’t even take that hoe to lunch
Accept the things I can’t change, Ima do some new things
Ima buy that new Range
Posted with my boo thang
Sorry, honey, I ain’t call you
Hate when my obligations fall through
Everybody got addictions
Man I had some crazy nights
Woke up in crazy positions
With no recollection
But
How long can this sh*t last?
When the plug got my back when I’m low on cash
Slowed it down for a minute
It was moving fast
My accountant doing taxes, having heart attacks
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

Blink 182 – 2006

[Intro]
Yeah
I like the
I like the vibe of this one, Mikey
I like the way this shit sounds
Yeah
Vibes

[Verse 1]
Sorry, Mom, I been a bad son
And I ain’t talking throwing tantrums
I just came off a bad run
Common sense, wish I had some
They say insanity is doing the same thing
Over and over and expecting results to change
My mind strange
They say if nothing change, nothing changes
There’s things in my life that need rearranging
I tend to speak a lot, but I rarely listen
Maybe it’s time I make some good decisions
And to my ex girl still tryna listen
I know I contribute to your current position

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 2]
There’s some issues I still need to dig in
That place called heaven I’m still tryna get in
I’m tryna change it up, I’m tryna straighten up
Don’t mean to bring this up, but Caitlin might’ve been the one
How the fuck I mess that up?
I hope she doing well
Remember buying you those shades up at YSL
And last year on the road, way too many hoes
Nights I don’t remember, had a lot of those
Needed pills to play, now in the hills we stay
I’m tryna switch it up, tryna live a different way
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 3]
When the last time I called grams?
I been popping these 2 milligrams
And Chelsea bought the kid the new St. Laurents
I ain’t even take that hoe to lunch
Accept the things I can’t change, Ima do some new things
Ima buy that new Range
Posted with my boo thang
Sorry, honey, I ain’t call you
Hate when my obligations fall through
Everybody got addictions
Man I had some crazy nights
Woke up in crazy positions
With no recollection
But
How long can this shit last?
When the plug got my back when I’m low on cash
Slowed it down for a minute
It was moving fast
My accountant doing taxes, having heart attacks
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around