Lil’ Moe 6blocka – Nothin Lyrics

[Intro]
(Zak on the beat, it’s grown)

[Chorus]
Couple bucks on designer, that’s nothin’
Your bitch on my dick and she suckin’, she f*ckin’ for nothin’
Please, don’t run up on me, boy, I’m dumpin’
You niggas be frontin’, y’all broke, y’all lookin’ for nothin’
We got Drac’s, the clip hold a hundred
He thought I was done, I just had to keep on dumpin’
I’m like, “Where is he goin’? Why he runnin’?”
I stand over his body, I fill that boy up with a hundred

[Verse]
Riding with scrappers, we bendin’ that whip
If it ain’t tinted, you know I ain’t gettin’ up in it
Glock .29, that bitch a milli’, the clip hold fifty
I let off a drum in a minute
I send a hit then they comin’ to blitz you
Only official and outstandin’ members
We at your door like the first of the rent due
f*ck all that talkin’, we comin’ to get you
Clear the whole block, guns sound like a missile
Shoot him the shit, just to see what this bitch do
Clear his whole block, guns sound like a missile
I ain’t showin’ no sympathy, a bitch get blicked too
Pull up with Hulk, hop out then hawk ’em
FN bullets, blue tips white chalk ’em
We clear the whole block, we ain’t doin’ no talkin’
We ain’t  shootin’ out windows, we hoppin’ out walkin’
I don’t want that bitch but that bitch keep callin’

Come get your bitch, this bitch be stalkin’
I know I could f*ck but I just be stallin’
I don’t want to f*ck, bitch, you weak
I took his pipe, tell him come get his pipe back
Riskin’ your life, I don’t think that he like that
I took his pipe, tell him come get his pipe back
Riskin’ your life, I don’t think that he like that

[Chorus]
Couple bucks on designer, that’s nothin’
Your bitch on my dick and she suckin’, she f*ckin’ for nothin’
Please, don’t run up on me, boy, I’m dumpin’
You niggas be frontin’, y’all broke, y’all lookin’ for nothin’
We got Drac’s, the clip hold a hundred
He thought I was done, I just had to keep on dumpin’
I’m like, “Where is he goin’? Why he runnin’?”
I stand over his body, I fill that boy up with a hundred
Couple bucks on designer, that’s nothin’
Your bitch on my dick and she suckin’, she f*ckin’ for nothin’
Please, don’t run up on me, boy, I’m dumpin’
You niggas be frontin’, y’all broke, y’all lookin’ for nothin’
We got Drac’s, the clip hold a hundred
He thought I was done, I just had to keep on dumpin’
I’m like, “Where is he goin’? Why he runnin’?”
I stand over his body, I fill that boy up with a hundred

Juice Wrld & Youngboy Never Broke Again – Bandit Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
It’s funny, the shit I put on this song ain’t gon’ sound nothin’ like the shit we was just doin’
Oh, yeah
I just want bad bitches
Baddest, them bitches is the baddest, uh, uh
When I take the molly, I’m a savage
Uh, I say, uh

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I don’t need no molly to be savage, uh
When I’m on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
She the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her, I’m the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don’t need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I’m on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her heart, I’m the definition of a bandit

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Put the Percs down and picked up the jiggas, jiggas, jiggas
Tommy in the f*cking Tommy Hilfiger, ‘figer, ‘figer
That Tommy hit a nigga, Tommy Hilfiger, f*ck niggas
I’m nice, when I’m high off the pills, I’ma f*ck with her
I don’t smoke skunk, but tonight I’m getting stuck, nigga
Pour the codeine up and put some molly in the cup with it
I know she a freak, uh-huh, she gon’ f*ck with it
She my velcro, uh-huh, guess I’m stuck with her
I dive in it like a sailor, I love to nail her
Addicted to her paraphernalia, I had to tell her
I see it like a fortune teller
Your ex-nigga did good, I could do better
Bad bitch from the woods, I think she a hunter
She a killer and an eater, she a Jeffrey Dahmer
I can tell when she in her feelings, I can read her like a book
No TEC, no Beretta, FN on me, am I understood?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I don’t need no molly to be savage, uh
When I’m on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh

She the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her, I’m the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don’t need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I’m on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her heart, I’m the definition of a bandit

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My brother point her out and she a bad bitch, I’m on her
Must ain’t heard that I’m a savage, once I get a bitch, I own her
I see she got swag, I got cash so I want her
See this four-five in my pants, put on your ass, push up on bruh
Shawty, she a rider with that glizzy on her (Glizzy on her)
And shawty, I’ma dada with no semi on me (Semi on me)
If we got a problem, we get rid of homie (Yeah)
Put twenty thousand in your pocket, we gon’ get the money (Yeah)
I’m the definition of a bandit (Honest)
Took your heart from out his hands and still ain’t saying shit (On my mama)
Some new killers in my circle you done ran with
Like this dirty .38, this bitch’ll damage
Popping wheelies, 4K Trey, call when you land with it (Pop, pop, pop)
I let you drive and slide with my bros where they be laying with it (Skrrt)
I work this bitch, I open up a can with it
Like f*ck the stove, I make it jump without my hand in it

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I don’t need no molly to be savage, uh
When I’m on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
She the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her, I’m the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don’t need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I’m on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her heart, I’m the definition of a bandit

Lil Mosey – BB Saggin Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
That my little brother Midget and he hold the clip for me
30 and an FN and we sprayin’ for a week
I was in Seattle, cause I missed the fucking streets
In the city, with my shooter, and we geekin’ on a beat
Flying to New York, I got my B.B. Saggin
Bitch, she think she special but I know she average
Thirty in my teeth, she think it’s so fantastic
Hundred for the whip, nigga swervin’ in the traffic

[Verse 1]
Hop in my whip across the border, and they didn’t stop me
And my nigga on probation and I have my glocky
I miss my brother Kari, he said don’t let no one stop me
I just met your bitch, and she said she wanna top me
I just one four six, and I’m coolin
Nigga you are lame, what you doin’?
With a bad bitch, and she movin’
We got pleasant club, that’s for shootin’

[Chorus]
That my little brother Midget and he hold the clip for me
30 and an FN and we sprayin’ for a week
I was in Seattle, cause I missed the fucking streets
In the city, with my shooter, and we geekin’ on a beat
Flying to New York, I got my B.B. Saggin
Bitch, she think she special but I know she average
Thirty in my teeth, she think it’s so fantastic
Hundred for the whip, nigga swervin’ in the traffic

[Verse 2]
I just hit a lick, my bank maxed out, oh
Tossin’ and the city got packed out, uh
I just faced three woods, I might pass out
And that bitch she want me ’cause she seen I brought my racks out, uh
I just seen a thot, she in my hotel lobby
Ask me why I’m here, I say, “money is my hobby”
She don’t ask no questions, she goes straight to some sloppy
Pulled off in the beamer, and I met another thottie

[Chorus]
That my little brother Midget and he hold the clip for me
30 and an FN and we sprayin’ for a week
I was in Seattle, cause I missed the fucking streets
In the city, with my shooter, and we geekin’ on a beat
Flying to New York, I got my B.B. Saggin
Bitch, she think she special but I know she average
Thirty in my teeth, she think it’s so fantastic
Hundred for the whip, nigga swervin’ in the traffic

[Outro]
(Skrrt, skrrt)

Young Stoner Life & Young Thug – Superstar Lyrics

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Future]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, fuck fancy broads
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Stickin’ to the models, yeah
Drinkin’ out the bottle, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
What have you done to deserve this?
You gon’ have to keep a gun if it’s dirty
Spend a mansion on a car and park it in the slum
Got diamonds on me, got a Glock, holdin’ thirty drum
We buss a check up down the middlе, now it’s figures
I packed the hood out on thе jet when I first came up
Money brought pain before the fame, I was painless
Shit ain’t the same, you get more money, it get more dangerous
It could be a motive when you litty and you famous
Fuck on her few times, ’til it feel like she a stranger

[Chorus: Future]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Abu Dhabi trips with a US broad
Back to back Lamb’s, need an extra garage
Lamborghini keys, touch screen when it start
Smokin’ on exotic, you can smell when it tar
Blicky, blicky, put it extendo on the FN with me
Let me spray it in the air, now it’s sticky, sticky
We just came up from the dead, now I’m the shit-shit, yeah
Rose gold diamonds in my mouth when I smile, bitch
I just brought it to the spot, it changed the climate
I got bitches in the back and on the side of me
He didn’t bring me all my racks so now he gotta leave
I just wanna smoke him ’cause he shot at me
Cash out in the mall, it’s worth a quarter key
Bread gang so we get a lot of keys
Prayin’ to the God and my rosary

[Chorus: Future]
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, fuck fancy broads
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars

Young Dolph & Key Glock – What u see is what u get Lyrics

[Intro]
Band
Let the band play

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I know you heard about me, what you see is what you get
I’m a Memphis nigga, so I gotta keep a .10
She got turned on, panties came off when she got in the Benz
All of my real niggas family, Franklin and Jackson my friends
If I say I’m wit’ you, I’m wit’ you all the way to the end (For real though)
Big Boo, I miss you, wish I could relive that night again
We in the club, geeked on the lean, you rollin’ hard on Ecstasy
The last time I kicked the whip, my dawg in mind, that shit been stressin’ me (Damn)
Is that you up there? Keep tellin’ God, “Keep blessin’ me” (Gotta be you)
M’s on M’s, but I keep that FN right next to me (Hey, hey)
I come from shit, that’s why I ball on them so heavily (For real though)
Stack it, flip it, stack it again, that’s my recipe (Uh)
We made the rules, then broke the rules, we do what we want, lil’ nigga (Ayy)
These diamonds just keep gettin’ bigger (Whew)
Ice cold like the winter (Whew)
Her name, no, I don’t remember (Nah)
I see a big bag of money when I look in the mirror (It’s Dolph)

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Baby, what you see is what you get
I’m a street nigga, but I’m rich (Rich, rich, rich, rich)
Nigga, what you see is what you get
We in the Maybach truck, ridin’ with them sticks (Sticks, sticks, sticks, sticks)
(Fuck)
Baby, what you see is what you get (Yeah)
I just put a house on my wrist (Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
Uh, nigga, what you see is what you get
I done fucked around and hit a lick (Lick, lick, lick, lick)
Ayy, woah (What the fuck?)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
I know you heard about me, nigga, go ask yo’ bitch (Yo’ bitch)
Yeah, I got money callin’, got these niggas callin’ quits
Yeah, I just smashed on what’s her name? And scratched her off my list
Uh, and I just bought another Lamb’ and parked it on my wrist (Skrrt)
I hopped out sippin’ Wock’ and Tris, yellow diamonds when I piss
I know you never, ever, ever seen a youngin’ flex like this
I’m ’bout my cheddar, mozzarella, never catch me in the mix
I put that metal on whoever, nigga, never go for shit
Yeah, I told you I was six playin’ with sticks (Yeah)
At nine with that Aster, to this day, won’t go for shit
Yeah, I got money on my mind and on my line, I gotta get it
Yeah, I’m addicted to the money, I’m a junkie, I’m just tryna hit another lick

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Baby, what you see is what you get (Baby)
(Bitch)
I’m a street nigga, but I’m rich (Rich, rich, rich, rich)
(Yeah)
Nigga, what you see is what you get
We in the Maybach truck, ridin’ with them sticks (Sticks, sticks, sticks, sticks)
(Glock, bitch)
Baby, what you see is what you get
I just put a house on my wrist (Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
Uh, nigga, what you see is what you get
I done fucked around and hit a lick (Lick, lick, lick, lick)

[Outro: Young Dolph]
Woah

Playboi Carti – Beno! Lyrics

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can’t f*ck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a f*ck about me
All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil’ Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherf*ckin’ niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherf*ckin’ choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don’t f*ck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see ’em, we punchin’ them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

[Verse]
Whole lotta bands in this bitch (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta cash in this bitch (Yeah)
Hop on the motherf*ckin’ plane (Yeah)
I just popped me a G6 (Yeah)
You know that I love to stay high (Yeah)
My shawty just said that she bi (Yeah)
She carry that shit, she gon’ ride (Yeah)
I f*cked her then told her she mine (Yeah)
I’m really not with telling lies (Yeah)
I really don’t hang around guys (Yeah)
The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)
My bitch treat me like a God (Yeah)
Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)

f*ck fame, I ride with the fire
Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)
Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)
I’m riding ’round town with a ratchet bitch (Ayy)
She say, “Carti, you back on your ratchet shit” (Ayy)
I rock diamonds, the Patek from Elliante (What?)
Show me something that Carti not better than
If a nigga keep talking, we running in (Yeah)
Get that nigga kicked out like I’m punting it (Yeah)
On the block rolling dice and I’m going in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep
Can’t f*ck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a f*ck about me
All-black 23, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)
I was just in Miami in the Rolls Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls Royce, geeked)
Lil’ Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)
Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)
I’m in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)
Whole lotta motherf*ckin’ niggas (Yeah)
We got them motherf*ckin’ choppers (Yeah)
I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)
I said I don’t f*ck with these niggas (Yeah)
We see ’em, we punchin’ them niggas (Yeah)
We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)
Go back
You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)
Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

Nba Youngboy – Green Dot Lyrics

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Ayo, Dzimi got the sauce, boy)
Still a robber from the paul bearer, from the burner
Still right out from the burner

Dump shit, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

This no facade, we up the rod, we known to send shit up to God
You say it’s war, I do your asses like I done them f*cking boys
Hold on say, why they tryna play like Top ain’t raw
Been up inside beef for some years but still ain’t dead yet in this foreign car
PTR on me, looking like this bitch a [?]
[?] in my passenger seat just like a pornstar
Murder gang, two handles on that .223 like devil horns
Call the police, don’t call the reverend for him (f*ck that boy)
Bah-bah-bah, he already dead, yeah
Caught that nigga fumbling then they did him bad
Gang baby, had to fight in jail in different parish
Check off shit with PayPals with certain assassins
His family know we stepped on him, I wish I could spit in his casket
f*ck him, I been thugging, and bet nan one of you bitches still gon’ touch this shit
This shit ain’t pretty since I came in, it been ugly
I whip out my blicky, tell my bitch just for to kiss it if she love me

Dump shit, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?
Dump shit, you know that I’m walking with it on me

I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

Hold on, stop the static, yeah, slang that ratchet
Wait outside his home and put shit up the fastest
And just in case this shit get hectic, the FN tactic
You know them hollows coming through shit soon as I blast it
I say this a murder zone, right here where my granddad home
Make sure that I got "Gravedigger" engraved in my tombstone
Them pistols beating up off a beat, since he wanna make a song
Tell him I’m that same nigga with holes in my shoes walkin’ around
f*ck it, we gon’ knock him down
Green dot, millionaire up in the Cutlass and this bitch not T top
Jumping out that gang mobile, it smell like reefer
I am not no rapper, I’m your f*cking teacher
Bloody nigga walk in cocaine white tryna turn up the meter
Talk your shit, you gon’ lose your life the same day I meet you
This that real right shit [?] soon as I swung that heater
This that hit type shit, paul bearers bring him out, drag him to the reaper

Dump shit, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?
Dump shit, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

Young Nudy – Vice City Lyrics

(Metro, Metro, Metro)
I’m from the muhf*ckin’ city
A nigga die every day
Niggas get done every day
You can go for it or you ain’t nigga
You ain’t (Yeah, yeah)
Stay in the house (Stay in the house)

FN in (FN in, whack, whack), f*ck a nigga (f*ck ’em)
Hell no (Hell no), don’t trust a nigga (Never)
You is not my brother, no trust in you (No trust)
Only thing that I trust put these slugs in you (Put these slugs in you)
And I’ve seen the worsest of the worst turn snitch (Worst turn snitch)
And I’ve seen the realest of the realest turn bitch (Realest of the realest turn bitch)
Couple niggas got locked up, I know them niggas gon’ snitch (What? What?)
I am the truth and I ain’t gotta lie ’bout this (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)

I’m a rich nigga (Rich nigga, rich nigga)
God made me like this and you a bitch nigga (Blessed, blessed)
When you got some money, you was a lick, nigga (You’s a bitch, bitch)
When I got that money, you ain’t on no shit, nigga (What? What?)
Shoot first, you know I don’t play that shit, nigga (They know that, they know that)
I was just down bad, my dick was in the dirt, nigga (Well damn)
Try to hit me, they hit me where it hurt, nigga (They did)
All these lawyer fees, man they do the worst, nigga (That’s my lawyer)
Don’t you know I gotta pay ’cause I’m the worst nigga (I’m the worst)
And I pay my shooters, just gon’ do the worse, nigga (They gon’ hurt him)
And you know that .38, it always work, nigga (Ooh yeah)
357, we gon’ baptize, you ain’t in church, nigga (Nah, nah)
You know banana clip, oh that got worse, nigga (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You know I got the Uzi hangin’ out the vert’, nigga (Uh-huh)
And if you scared, then you need to go to church, nigga (Uh-huh)
You know I sent some niggas in the street, they murk nigga (They murk nigga)

FN in (FN in, whack, whack), f*ck a nigga (f*ck ’em)
Hell no (Hell no), don’t trust a nigga (Never, never)
You is not my brother, no trust in you (No trust)
Only thing that I trust put these slugs in you (Put these slugs in you, slugs in you)
And I’ve seen the worsest of the worst turn snitch (Worst turn snitch)

And I’ve seen the realest of the realest turn bitch (Realest of the realest turn bitch)
Couple niggas got locked up, I know them niggas gon’ snitch (What? What?)
I am the truth and I ain’t gotta lie ’bout this (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)

Bitch, yeah Griselda Blanco (EA, EA)
And I got them bricks, pulled up in a Bronco (Slime, slime)
And I got the sticks, just to protect the hunchos (Draco, draco)
And I gotta be good, anywhere that I go (You know it)
Two hunnid cash and I know they don’t like this shit (Cash, cash)
Twelve like, "Where the f*ck did that nigga get this shit? (Damn, damn)
Step on the stage, you know I get paid for this shit (Get paid)
Thought I was gon’ be locked in, a hundo that they bet (A hundo)
I’m up now, don’t give a f*ck now (Racks, racks)
Say you want some smoke, you nigga better get rid up now (Torch, torch)
You ain’t got no money, you funny, you jackass (Broke ass, broke ass)
I’m havin’ all the money, you makin’ me vomit (Vomit)
Don’t make my stomach hurt with that broke shit (Damn)
I’ll have a toast when I kill you, you know this (Hey pour me up)
And then I’ll sit back and think about it
Well done (Well done, well done)
And the J, roll up, more grams (More gas, gas)

FN in (FN in, whack, whack), f*ck a nigga (f*ck ’em)
Hell no (Hell no), don’t trust a nigga (Never, never)
You is not my brother, no trust in you (No trust)
Only thing that I trust put these slugs in you (Put these slugs in you)
And I’ve seen the worsest of the worst turn snitch (Worst turn snitch)
And I’ve seen the realest of the realest turn bitch (Realest of the realest turn bitch)
Couple niggas got locked up, I know them niggas gon’ snitch (What? What?)
I am the truth and I ain’t gotta lie ’bout this (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)

I don’t, I don’t, I don’t
Hahaha, you had me f*cked up, nigga
I don’t give a f*ck, f*ck you, f*ck you
I’d hate me too if was you, so shit
f*ck you, hahaha
I don’t give a f*ck
EA’s finest bitch
You know where you know f*ckin’, where you muhf*ckin’ find me, man
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – 7 Mac 11’s Lyrics

[Intro]
(Almighty God)
This young nigga with me
Really shoot like Trae

[Chorus]
I’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11s
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Send me the addy and I’ma address it
I wanna start rippin’ through your leggings
You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
Want you to stop playing, you can get it
Just send me the addy and I’ma address it, yeah

[Verse]
All I know is get the bag, facts
I get money out the ass, facts
You should see what’s in my stash, racks
You don’t want it to get bad, oh man
Really shootin’ like The Mask, facts
Runnin’ through bodies like Mad Max
Hoodie on, grippied up, mask black
I keep it on me, get your ass back
The niggas I roll with is not nice
Hit a nigga in front of his mom, I swear
Forty-two niggas gon’ knock him down
We can get the one, I don’t know if he my height
Yeah, half of these niggas cannot fight
They used to call us dirty Bronx guys
Now niggas’ bitches send me heart eyes
Niggas’ bitches be sendin’ me heart eyes
I got a bankroll in every whip
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Designer clothes, I get it for free
They wonder why I never go to sleep
It’s niggas tryna take me out my misery
But I can never let them get me off my feet
I put a Hellcat engine in the Jeep
It’s not a G-Wagen, yeah

And I ain’t really with the back-and-forth shit
Just let me know if it’s static, yeah
Hangin’ ’round nothin’ but bosses, no losses, only W’s, yeah
My nigga don’t even make songs and he got more hits than a baddie, yeah
Turn my bitch into a brat, she got more double C than a Sabathia, yeah
Had a nine-car garage at the crib, crib so big, I call it a lair
I know you just wanna show off in my car, makin’ videos flippin’ your hair
Girl, you gon’ fall out of line f*ckin’ with the stars, baby, you is not ordinar’
Niggas gon’ fall out of line f*ckin’ with some thugs, nigga, get you right out of here
Got a FN, it came with a scope and a beam, I’m ready, yeah
(Almighty God)

[Chorus]
I’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11s
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Send me the addy and I’ma address it
I wanna start rippin’ through your leggings
You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
Want you to stop playing, you can get it
Just send me the addy and I’ma address it
I’m pullin’ up with seven MAC-11s
Hop out the double-R, Louis V steppin’
Put a beam on every single weapon
Send me the addy and I’ma address it
I wanna start rippin’ through your leggings
You’re better than Margiela and Giuseppe
Want you to stop playing, you can get it
Just send me the addy and I’ma address it, yeah

Project Youngin – Balmains Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Project Youngin]
It’s the Youngin ho
This Project Youngin man, can’t tell me nothin’ man
Ain’t no more Levis man, ain’t no more Trues, ayy

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin’
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man
These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I’m splashin’, I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I’m all in with this music, no more jokin’ now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I stacked it up, I went designer for a year straight
I told that bitch we f*ckin’ right now, ain’t lunch date
I got ’em all on my drip, they like my feng shui
You try to take it, we gon’ shoot it out in broad day
FN five-seven in my Balmains
I f*cked around gave her the number, she keep callin’
I parked the Fin and came back cruisin’ in that Mulsanne
Pillow talking to a bitch, my nigga you lame
Walk around with all this money, you would think I hit the lotto
Pourin’ Act out a bottle, 4 Pockets Full the motto
Silverado Forgiato, get a hundred dollar lineup
Got a bad redbone, save her number under model

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin’
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man
These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains

I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I’m splashin’, I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I’m all in with this music, no more jokin’ now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out, ayy

[Verse 2: Project Youngin]
Walk in the mall, me and my dogs
We got a bag, ain’t checking tags, we buy it all
I am my brother’s keeper, pick him up if he fall
We ain’t dressin’ no broads, don’t love these hoes at all
Know I’m mackin’, come through, I be swaggin’
They pay a G three hunded a P, I ain’t braggin’
I keep these bands on me, you know I’m stackin’
Don’t think about robbin’ ’cause I’m poppin’, ain’t no lackin’
I done designered my clothes, f*ck with foreigner hoes
I done foreigned the whips, in traffic I do the most
I’ma shit on all these niggas that was sleepin’ on me
I done Gucci’ed the tees, double G’s on my feet

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin’
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man
These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I’m splashin’, I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I’m all in with this music, no more jokin’ now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out

Tory Lanez – D.N.D. Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, bitch
Brrah, headcrack

[Chorus]
Do not disturb me
Know you thirsty ass bitches gon’ be thirsty
Know you hatin’ ass niggas wanna murk me
All of my exes don’t deserve me
Curve them same way them bitches curved me

[Verse 1]
Red and purple, Vince Carter on the jersey
Keep a bad lil’ mamacita lookin’ curvy
My 40 Glock Milly Rockin’ it’s movin’ sturdy
If she ain’t fuckin’ me proper, I do her dirty
‘Bout to fuck this older chick, she in her thirties
Keep an FN and a stick for every journey
You want this dick, lil’ mama, you gotta earn it
Phone airplane mode, don’t disturb me
Walkin’ Birkin then I’m telling my lil’ bitch to ball
All that low money budget shit turn my bitches off
She got a taste of the sauce, look how it drip, baby
She see a young nigga ballin’

[Chorus]
Do not disturb me
Know you thirsty ass bitches gon’ be thirsty
Know you hatin’ ass niggas wanna murk me
All of my exes don’t deserve me
Curve them same way them bitches curved me

[Verse 2]
And you heard me
Took my style and now you need to reimburse me
I see the police, they wanna serve me
But none of that fuck shit don’t concern me
Go ‘head, drop that ass, pop the tag
The bag Chanel, she got to brag
She got a man, she cuffed, my bad
She let me touch it, lil’ Tory lucky, ayy
Lambo doors, gave ’em no mercy
She don’t smoke with me, but she take a Perky
I’m ’bout to wax, lil’ mama, my vision blurry
Phone airplane mode, do not disturb

[Chorus]
Do not disturb me
Know you thirsty ass bitches gon’ be thirsty
Know you hatin’ ass niggas wanna murk me
All of my exes don’t deserve me
Curve them same way them bitches curved me

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Knocked Off Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Who made this shit?
TayTay made the beat
Ayy, fuck all you niggas, yeah
Yeah, free Choppa Boy (You know the don dada, yeah)
We step on anything, and still steppin’, nigga (Look)

[Verse 1]
Went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, nigga
Gang, I been tryna leave ’em blank, this on your noggin, nigga
I got juveniles who steppin’, totin’ on dirty pistols, yeah
All my niggas out here spinnin’, tryna leave a nigga dead
Fuck nigga, what you said? We puttin’ you to sleep in your bed
On the bottom the nine, I just put a beam, everything be infrared
Talk like Top, get on these meds
Get out your top, we bust your head
Catch him bad, hop out and spray
Jump out and we slumped his ass
They can’t run, we on they ass

[Chorus]
I’m like who want beef? Just show me somethin’
I got killers on Front Street and we ain’t runnin’
How I come through, shawty, she don’t want no other
Pull up and we thuggin’, buckin’, clutchin’ on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me
We gon’ get him knocked off
These bitch niggas don’t wan’ rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don’t want you, I got cake now
You wasn’t loyal, you couldn’t stay down
I don’t want you in my way now

[Verse 2]
Can’t help you see I’m rich, yeah
Say the wrong thing and you bent
We got FN’s and Glock 10s, ten millimeter
YoungBoy hot and I done broke the meter
All this money got me blind, I don’t know these people, yeah
She wan’ be with me, I just won’t date her, won’t date her, go
She wan’ talk, girl, I don’t have no data, no data, no
I stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, woah
Bitch, I keep that stick, but don’t play pool, I let it blow
I just tried to kill another nigga the other day
I just got another half a million up in my bank
Pussy nigga, we ain’t never slippin’, bitch, what you think?
I got rifles, Dracos, and pistols, blow up a tank
On my lil’ boy, nigga

[Chorus]
I’m like who want beef? Just show me somethin’
I got killers on Front Street and we ain’t runnin’
How I come through, shawty, she don’t want no other
Pull up and we thuggin’, buckin’, clutchin’ on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me
We gon’ get him knocked off
These bitch niggas don’t wan’ rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don’t want you, I got cake now
You wasn’t loyal, you couldn’t stay down
I don’t want you in my way now

[Outro]
Who made this shit?
TayTay made the beat

Tali Goya – Un Tanque Lyrics

[Letra de “Un Tanque” ft. Fetti031]

[Pre-Coro: Fetti031]
No tengo una Forty, ni AK-47
Ni una Glock pa’ meterle un chipete
Tengo un par de goonie’, dos Perco’ se meten
Salen a buscarte pa’ darte machete

Te ‘tamo esperando que tú me la preste’
Pa’ a tu shorty meterle con este
Me tira privado aunque no le conteste
A mandame foto’ pa’l baño se mete

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo no tengo un tanque, yo tengo una FN
Mucho cuida’o si te mueve’
Yo pongo a tu jeva a que me mame el pene
Y al corito tuyo le vacíamo’ el peine

¿Y qué e’ lo que dice ese nueve?
‘Tá buscando que le vacíe una Nueve
Si nos fresquean les frenamo’ breve
So ten precausión, que de na’ te la bebe’

[Verso 1: Tali Goya]
Muchos dicen que soy plebe porque digo que El Pachá todavía huele (Huele)
Lo muele, lo muele, lo muele, pero sigue mio, hasta sin papele’
Me gusta cómo dan cabeza todas las bartenders
Tú no te imagina’ como esa loquita yo puse a que mueva ese bembe
¿Tú me comprende’, Mendez?
Como más picante de Nueva York yo soy member (Tiger, Tiger, Tiger Gang)
Aquí siempre hay nieve, aquí to’ lo’ día’ e’ diciembre (Ahh)
Ponte de freco’ y te damo’ kill aquí
Muerete, muerete, muerete
Me metí una Perco y me siento rulay
Muevete, muevete, muevete
Yo [?], you ready to die
¿Qué lo que? ¿Qué lo que? ¿Qué lo que?
Ya los menores they ready to slash
73, 73, 73

[Pre-Coro: Fetti031]
No tengo una Forty, ni AK-47
Ni una Glock pa’ meterle un chipete
Tengo un par de goonie’, dos Perco’ se meten
Salen a buscarte pa’ darte machete

Te ‘tamo esperando que tú me la preste’
Pa’ a tu shorty meterle con este
Me tira privado aunque no le conteste
A mandame foto’ pa’l baño se mete

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo no tengo un tanque, yo tengo una FN
Mucho cuida’o si te mueve’
Yo pongo a tu jeva a que me mame el pene
Y al corito tuyo le vacíamo’ el peine

¿Y qué e’ lo que dice ese nueve?
‘Tá buscando que le vacíe una Nueve
Si nos fresquean les frenamo’ breve
So ten precausión, que de na’ te la bebe’

[Verso 2: Fetti031]
‘Tán claro de mí, no me guillo de gangster
Nos buscamo’, mi combo ‘tá alante
Quiero una cubana y Rolex con diamante’
Tu flow e’ paquete, tu movie e’ mediante
A tu shorty hace rato le rompimo’ el guante
Le viramo’ el implante
Te yompeamo’ en tu bloque, lo veo interesante
Explotamo’ en la disco una moña gigante
[?] y papele’
Tarjetero’, no bregan con chele’
Se buscan la funda, la pinta y mujere’
‘Tamo claro que esa vida tú la quiere’
Y no puede, dos Perco pa’ que me acelere
Y una onza de lean pa’ que se me monten los sere’
Que andamo’ como dice el nene
Si e’ de dinero y mujere, my nigga we get it
Hey, B, we get it
Baja pa’ mi bloque, tengo lo que quiere’
Tenemo’ pastillas que te dan podere’
Tenemo’ mujere’ mangando mujere’
Tenemo’ dinero pa’ los culo’ grande
Y pa’ la que no lo tiene se opere, ah
Vivo como ustedes quieren
¿Llegarme a mí? Dudo que me superen, bitch

[Pre-Coro: Fetti031]
No tengo una Forty, ni AK-47
Ni una Glock pa’ meterle un chipete
Tengo un par de goonie’, dos Perco’ se meten
Salen a buscarte pa’ darte machete

Te ‘tamo esperando que tú me la preste’
Pa’ a tu shorty meterle con este
Me tira privado aunque no le conteste
A mandame foto’ pa’l baño se mete

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo no tengo un tanque, yo tengo una FN
Mucho cuida’o si te mueve’
Yo pongo a tu jeva a que me mame el pene
Y al corito tuyo le vacíamo’ el peine

¿Y qué e’ lo que dice ese nueve?
‘Tá buscando que le vacíe una Nueve
Si nos fresquean les frenamo’ breve
So ten precausión, que de na’ te la bebe’

Yungeen Ace – Society Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Chin up beats, you did it again
Menace to society where I came from (I ain’t even gon’ lie, they got me fucked up, though, ayy come here)

[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)

[Verse]
ATK, we ’bout business, we ’bout catchin’ them bodies
We the reason to call my side, we the reason they hiding
Just got some brand new artillery, this AR still got bodies
My shooter smile and catch a body, you don’t think that they gone off that molly
You don’t think they gon’ off that flakka, them bodies drop back to back
Stand over his ass so we ain’t gotta spin back
Them bullets still in my body, I took that shit like a G
Bitch, I’m a soldier in this field, man, I ain’t gon’ rest ’til you six feet deep
Mmh, we put them bodies in a cemetery
All out play, we call a hail mary (Come here)
We put them bodies in a cemetery
All out play, we call a hail mary
They claim they ran me out my city, must be crazy as fuck
Bitch, I’m a menace to society, bitch, you got me fucked up
I spin that block, I dropped a Xan, that pussy nigga ain’t get up
Rest in peace my brother Jay, he died with that FN tucked
They laughed about that shit, then next day they come pick they mans up
ATK move like the wind, we send them shots from like everywhere
ATK move like the wind, we send them shots from like everywhere
Hey, we send them shots from like everywhere
We smoke him, we smoke them (Oh yeah)
We spin they block, we drop him, we drop them
He died on scene, bitch, he can’t make it to the hospital
Ain’t no playing no in between, we kill them monkeys in the middle
We post on opp blocks, with our blocks
Walk up on that nigga broad day and face shot (Bang)
He send a drop drop to my thot thot (Oh yeah)
Send my hitter ’round the corner, make his heart stop (He right there, skrrt)
Speaking of my thot thot, she pregnant with a nigga from the other side (Crazy bitch, I’ll step on you)
Bitch, you gon’ die with them niggas on the other side (Bitch, you gon’ die too)
Ain’t no monkeys in the middle, we kill niggas who play both side

[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)

Future – F&N Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Fuck around, parked the ‘Vette and didn’t even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Verse]
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go’n head, pour up, roll a few O’s up, let’s go
Four by four, that tall shit, let’s go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let’s go
I told ’em to get out and bag that, let’s go
I’m Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let’s go
I’m high from yesterday
Put ’em on bean, yeah, put ’em on all the schemes, yeah
Put ’em on lean, yeah, they whippin’ them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Hit ’em with that chopper first, Ray J
I’m a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc’, then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that’s a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don’t trust him, we gon’ dust him, that’s some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it’s lift up like an avalanche
I’ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin’ me, no, no
Put a lil’ hit on your head, they comin’ to get you, they slicin’ your throat
Put a lil’ bitch in the bed, we goin’ digital, wipin’ her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil’ boat
Got dog food and it’s for the low
I’m with thoroughbred standin’ at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin’ shit ’cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors

[Part II]

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)

[Verse]
Homocide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don’t entertain no police
I’m certified with my dodie
They would catch hell ’bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder’s on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it’s longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I’m a heavyweight
I ain’t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don’t approach us, fuck bein’ famous
Long as I got my…
Let’s go

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin’ through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon’ ‘head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)

Lil Baby – Time Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
I’m like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C’d up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that’s why I don’t flock
Look at me, I’m on the chart
I don’t look down but I’m on top
I don’t entertain any clout
Play with me, you gon’ get shot for real
Now they can’t resist us, hear ’em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I’m on this cash race, I can’t come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I’m a taxpayer
So you know that mean I’m goin’ hard ’til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Bendin’ through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo)
Make a move we X you out, ain’t goin’ tic tac (Brrt)
Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah)
The richest nigga in my city, that’s a big fact (Big fact)
And we don’t do them lil’ planes, we on the big jet (Big jet)
My dawg still movin’ that ‘caine, and he ain’t quit yet (He ain’t quit yet)
I had to tell him when he came, “Don’t bring no bricks back”
Feel like I’m the chosen one (Woah)
Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah)
I ain’t mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah)
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli’, I got more than one (Yeah)
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun (Gang)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Livin’ like a pornstar
Rollie, 7 pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain’t switching sides
Neck look like a freezer, ain’t savin’ no skeezer
They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
I don’t want no smoke with you if you don’t want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin’ shifts, sleep and creep
I did what they couldn’t do, guess that’s why they mad at me
But what’s up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin’ me?
This my strategy
Keep on stackin’ Gs, make ’em proud of me
I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans
I want Prada fleece, I’m from poverty
Real talk

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die

Lil Baby – Spazz lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Southside
I go nuts on Southside Beats
Baby, okay

[Verse]
Super Bowl ring, we ballin’ hard, we won the championship
Everybody got somethin’ to say when I ain’t even ask ’em shit
Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick
A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backwards flip (yeah)
I’m in L.A. with some real Crips
I want Stella McCartney, this real drip
Cartier on my face with a real tear
Put the knife on the K, it’s the real deal
Make ’em get out this bitch like a fire drill
If I won’t hit a bitch then the guys will
I’ve been on it, today I took five pills
I’ma run up them M’s ’cause it’s God’s will
How you gon’ check me?
She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me
She wanna sex me (yeah)
I got the blocka, she know not to test me
Comin’ at you niggas 3D
They gon’ put this shit on repeat
Everything I say, they repeat
Any nigga try to sneak diss
I ain’t gon’ say nothin’ back, yeah
I’ma keep gettin’ these racks, yeah
When you speak ’bout me, speak facts, yeah
Got an FN on the kickback, yeah
Big nose, hood on the demon
Big to the streets, I’m a deacon
They wouldn’t even peep what I was preachin’
They just wanna see me with the leaches
Big ballers, I ain’t in the bleachers
Courtside, high five the ref
Codeine got me talkin’ to myself
Blowin’ up, I’m blowin’ out my belt
[?] top 5, nah, for real
Only 25 before the deal
Every time we slide, a nigga kill
I just hope to God that they appeal

[Outro]
G5 sittin’ in the cell
He ’bout to come (came home)
I got this money on me right now
I don’t even answer my phone (put ’em on)
I had these bitches in state to state
They tryna give me some play (leave me alone)
They know that I ain’t got time to waste
I’m tryna get in their face (I’m goin’ home)
I might just give you a couple of dollars
And make sure you good on a model (good)
They know they’ll probably gon’ see me again
Unless I’m in the Benz
I put the Forgiatos on the car
[?] on the truck
I got the money, I’m runnin’ it up
And I’ve been puttin’ it up (them M’s)

Lil Uzi Vert – Rich Forever Leaked lyrics

[Intro]
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse]
I pull up in Bentley, no Beamer
Balenciaga, these not no Arenas
I got a chopper could clear whole arenas
I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina
I let that lil’ bitch just hold on my Nina
You know I stay, don’t have to get my cheese up
I remember that bitch wasn’t a speaker
Now I’m the only thing come out her speakers
These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers
I get the cake like I work for Denise’s
Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man
These soft ass niggas can’t f*ck with the demon
You know Lil Uzi got the bitches feindin’
I got the Glock and my laser is beamin’
These niggas borin’, tell me when they’re leavin’
Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not readin’
These niggas old yeah their hairlines recedin’
Go get the money, blue checks I’m receivin’
Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix
I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus
She on her knees and she beg for the semen
Rick Owens my bed, I trip when I’m dreamin’
Bitch out my way, at the top, you can’t glo me
Did everything so it’s nothin’ you can show me
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
I’ma just pass you just right to my homie
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
Take the safety off and blast my opponent
These rappers pitiful, also my children too
I don’t know why they’re always actin’ bogus
One of my youngest children just went platinum
Startin’ to think he better than my oldest
Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up
Made three million off my shoulders
Drippin’, drownin’ in the water, yeah
Got more money than your father, yeah
So that means you’re my daughter (daughter)
Choppers on me, I got 40 (40)
Jack boys rip the floor up (floor up)
Sawed-off getting taught (bow)
Stomach shot, get your core (core)
Went 2Pac, watch the door
2Pac, that’s Shakur
Nigga better watch his whore (yeah)
I’ma send him to the Lord (Lord)
He was on life support (‘port)
But the doctor pulled the cord (cord)
That’s what happen when we warrin’ (woo)
1600, leave you snorin’ (woo)
Counter carbon, that’s a Corbin (woo)
Blue tips in the FN
It’s G.E.D. like I’m testin’ (G.E.D.)
Get every dollar with no dressin’ (yeah)
They won’t play this on your FM (ayy)
You a rat, call the PC
That’s the pest control, not protection
Tell my bitch, “You his best friend?
Oh no, bitch you gon’ text him (what?)
Let him ease in my section
We gon’ hit him with a message (message)”
We got shooters out in Essex (Essex)
We got shooters out in Texas (Texas)
All my niggas know is wreck sh*t (wreck sh*t)
Throw your set, throw your set, bitch
You keep showin’ me your new bitch
Boy, you’re f*ckin’ on my ex-bitch
She with you for a check, bitch
Gave her racks, diamond necklace
You can keep it, I got extra (extra)
No, they can’t out-check us (check us)
Spend a hundred, put the rest up (yeah)
Niggas tryna be the best us
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Smoke a blunt, 4 G’s in there
Goyard wallet with the cheese in there
Margiela, put my feet in there (yeah)
VVS’, put my teeth in there (yeah)
High 20s, you get Cs in there
Fredericksville, I ain’t leavin’ there
1600, yeah, I be in there
Come around, you get whacked here
Come around, you get wet here (wet)
Come around, you get checked here (checked here)

Future & Young Thug – Group Home

[Intro: Young Thug]
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t mint
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 1: Future]
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him everyday
All my littles wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby
Yeah, he don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I sold so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I’m too wrong
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
Fuck these niggas, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loop, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the shits in Cali (Cali!)
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My bitches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

YBN Nahmir – Bail Out

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

[Verse]
Bitch you know I got guala
Stackin’ these chips, I be gettin’ these commas
Choppers hit ’em and they partners
Fuck they mama right in front of they father
AR bullets hit a nigga
My niggas really pullin’ triggers
We pop out the cut and we sendin’ them shots
No we not talkin’ to niggas
Bitch I’m the shit, I cannot be no dummy
I’m fuckin’ yo’ bitch while I’m gettin’ this money
Stacked up, and that clip it hold forty
I’m sendin’ them shots if you caliin’ me shorty
FN, it came with a 30
If you try me nigga, I’mma do you dirty
Curb service, and I shoot like Curry
And the bullets rippin’ through a nigga jersey
All about commas, we with the drama
Boy, we be ridin’ Impalas
You slide to the ville, you gettin’ yo’ haircut, my broski, he hit at yo’ barber
Cuffin’ these bitches, boy you be [?], know that lil’ bitch she got mileage
R.I.P. Valley, we so turnt up, all of my niggas be wildin’
Keep it a stack for you niggas, who fraudin’ and flexin’ and lying in raps
Not from the trenches, roaches and rats, boy they be bigger than cats
No we not fightin’ you niggas, we pullin’ with choppers and ARs and MACs
Yellin’ free Frank, we turnt up lil’ nigga, until that lil’ nigga get back

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

Yo Gotti – Betrayal

[Refrain]
They tried play me
My own squad tried betray me
Never love these bitches ’cause they played me
Can’t leave these streets because they paid me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I won’t let these niggas faze me

[Verse 1]
I just got a phone call, it got me rethinking shit
Homeboys and my enemies been on some linking shit
An OG big homie, sucker shit can’t condone it
Catch a body, I’m on it
It’s CMG, now who want it?
I can’t believe you tried betray me
Oh that’s the way you gon’ repay me
Got to stay two steps ahead, too many cats in the fed
Think I broke too much this bread, too many suckers got fed, for real

[Refrain]
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I won’t let these niggas faze me

[Verse 2]
Death before dishonor how they raised me
Seen the double cross, that shit didn’t faze me
Had the FN with me, upped it on ’em daily
Baow baow baow baow baow, crazy
Double cross, double cross
They killed my lil partner, it’s another loss
It’s murder on my mind, I got bloody thoughts
I hope none of these niggas come piss me off
I heard my lil bitch been out fuckin’ on ’em
Yeah that’s my lil bitch but I cut her off
The hitters gon’ fire when I say
Off with her head, I really mean take it off, literally

[Refrain]
Ayy, they tried betray me
I can’t believe this ho just played me
You made a me, you-you made me a savage
(I’ma make you regret it)
Ayy, you made me a savage (savage)
You had my heart on automatic (automatic, brr)
I used to think you were the baddest
Damn I think your ass just average

[Verse 3]
Ayy, you shouldn’t betray me
Now I’m fuckin’ on your friends on the daily
I’m betrayin’ you
Nah, I’m repayin’ you
I grew up with these niggas from the motherfuckin’ mud
Despite whatever I have and always showed these niggas love
We all was coppin’ bricks and with the shit, we all was thugs
We always had them dreams of bein’ the man and meetin’ the plug
This rap shit jumped off for me, I thought niggas would support me
Instead, they tried to bring a nigga down, federal court me
You my man, you can’t take no stand, you can’t make no statement
We been rockin’ since the sixth grade, how you gon’ betray me?

[Refrain]
Damn, my own partner tried betray me
Thought you would be the one to save me
You played yourself when you played me
I got the key, yeah that’s how they raised me

[Verse 4]
Had to learn the hard way that these bitches just gon’ be bitches
Just fuck ’em, keep it movin’ my nigga, get out your feelings
Yeah, shout out to Sonja, shout out to Sandra
She was married, I still put dick all down her tonsil
These hoes be hateful and these hoes be petty
These hoes ain’t boujee but they always ready
Then act like they regret it
I guess you sorry for the head the other day
All that complaining but all you do is betray
If I was your nigga, bitch you have to find somewhere to stay
Bitch you gon’ have to get the fuck out my house right here today

[Refrain]
’cause you betrayed me
I can’t believe this ho just played me
But in a way this ho just saved me
’cause you played yourself when you played me

[Outro]
I’ll never cross on my niggas
And I, I’ll never cross on my niggas
Played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself ho
Yo played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself ho
I am, still
And when the help come [?], homie don’t you confuse it
Lames gon’ copy, D boys gon’ abuse it

Future & Young Thug – Group Home Lyrics


(Intro: Young Thug)
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

(Verse 1: Future)
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Able are both, brave one man, two impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him every day
All my little wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my b*tches with you besides my main b*tch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a ni**a in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby, yeah
He don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I saw so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

(Verse 2: Young Thug)
‘Bout to WCW my b*tch friend on two rooms
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
F**k these ni**as, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loot, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the sh*ts in Cali (Cali!)
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a f**kin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can f**k every one of my hoes except my main (main b*tch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My b*tches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but b*tches
Yeah

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

YOUNG THUG – Killed Before lyrics

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no (woah)
Do you own a store, no (woah)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, f*ck all this bullsh*t (SLATT)
Diamonds for all us kings, yeah
Got my money went Ludacris (let’s go)
Give some racks to a hood bitch
Give some racks to a pulpit
Look at the grain, it’s wood bitch
On the floor, it’s a wool bitch
She suck dick like a whole tick (come on)
Diamonds on me they cold as sh*t
I thank God that I went legit (and what)
When we see ’em, you know we blitz (and what)
I can bet up, you know I’m rich (leggo)
Shut the f*ck up nigga bet up, you say you rich
Different color diamonds, I’m a peacock
Different color diamonds, I’m a peacock
Spot full of birdies with no treetop
You know you my son, you can be that
I bought the boat, the jetskis
Got a FN and a stick, don’t test me
I stacked them hunnids up to God’s knees
Ain’t going broke until 2070

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold (woah)
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, (woah, woah)
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no (woah)
Do you own a store, no

[Verse 2]
We ain’t letting these bitches get between us
We ain’t letting no monkey niggas stand that close to us (close to us)
I ain’t got no heart when it come down to my bro, yeah
She is not my dresser, she just irons my clothes, yeah (facts)
Pulled off in a Tesla, pulled back in a Porsche, yeah
Bought the Maserati, you’ll get burnt like toast, yeah
I get on that bullsh*t, you’ll get it started, yeah (started)
Six kids with me, didn’t think bout abortions, yeah (aye)
I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh
Ready for war like a machine
Came from pillies to post schemin’
Now I got fifty hoes on they knees
I put X in my codeine
But I’m putting nothing in my weed
Yeah I took a jet right overseas
I want some head from overseas
I caught a case, my jewelry seized
I started out with fifty ki’s
My Bentayga clean like bleach
On a yacht with blue water and blue cheese
On this sh*t like fleas, aye

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold (woah)
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah (woah)
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no
Do you own a store, no

[Outro]
I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh

MIKE WILL MADE IT – Gucci On My lyrics

Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom
Mike WiLL Made-It

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

Offset! Ayy!
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like caw-caw

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Mike WiLL Made It – Gucci On My (feat. 21 Savage, YG & Migos)

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom

Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 1: 21 Savage (YG)]
Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

[Chorus: 21 Savage (YG)]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 2: YG (21 Savage, Kamaiyah)]
G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

[Chorus: 21 Savage (Quavo)]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop (rah)
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

[Verse 5: Offset]
Offset! Ayy
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like ca-ca

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Outro]
Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga