A-Trak & Falcons – Ride For Me (feat. Young Thug & 24Hrs)



[Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, woo!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
A-Trak, woo!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Thugger, woo!
Baby, woo, woo, uh

[Chorus: Young Thug & 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (tell me you gon’ ride for me, ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display, nigga (yeah)
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him
Bet, bet, nigga leakin’ on his sheets (pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
That’s the shit I get when I get (when I get that)
Buy a bag and smoke it like a zip (like a zip)
Tell me where’s the logic in [?]
Bustin’ a bazooka, turn your noodle to chalupa
[?]
Livin’ like a dork, fuck a geek
You don’t gotta work no more (work no more)
You can go get everything you see (everything about that)
I was just was chillin’ with your bitch
And I went on and cut the chase and told her, "Suck a nigga’s dick or somethin’" (SANDOS)
I was 17 and I was gettin’ it like a fuckin’ ball player
Then I took care all my kids for somethin’ (big [?] shit)
Big player, I’ma pop into the end zone (yeah)
Good lookin’, she gon’ chew it like some bubblegum
I’ma spend a lot of money ’cause it’s more to come (money)
I was havin’ zero dollars, now a nigga on (yeah, yeah)
Tell you when I get back (tell you when I get back)
Tell me when I cash out (hah)
Tell me why you ran from my mama
Yeah yeah, you know I ain’t scared of that (you know I ain’t scared of that)
These bitches know a nigga ballin’ (ballin’)
And you know we playin’ with these bands (playin’ with them bands)
Spyder shit, the Bentley crawlin’ (ah, ah, ah)
My lil’ nigga dead on a Xan (dead on them Xan)
Big dawg shit off the rip
Big bag make a nigga limp (blat)
Put five bands on your lip (blat, blat, blat)
You better nip it in the bud like a chip (nip it in the bud)
Little red robbin’ nigga, do it (do it)
Little red ridin’ in the hood nigga (hood)
Pablo got me chokin’ on that good (good)
And you can’t do it better than he could (could)
Fuck Donald Trump, leave him ditch slumped
Trap boomin’ like I’m ISIS nigga, big bomb
Whole lotta shit, that’s what your bitch need, no
Whole lotta dick is what your bitch get though (yah)
Whole lotta money got these bitches changin’ minds
Whole lotta money got them wanna stay around (swear)
Way too much money, quick, get that shit down (bitch)
Bitch, don’t you trip, don’t you make a fuckin’ sound

[Chorus: Young Thug & 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (tell me you gon’ ride for me, ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display, nigga, yeah
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him

[Verse 2: 24hrs]
24hrs
Me and A-Trak in a two-seater (skrrt, skrrt)
Fuck around and drink the whole two liter (damn)
She said, "Twenty, boy, you don’t care" (You don’t care)
Chain lit up like a fair (bling bling)
TYO my mothafuckin’ blood brother (blood brother)
Hundred bands a week, I keep it undercover (count it up)
Put a 50 on your head for my little brother (50)
Pullin’ up to Vegas in a helicopter (hey)
VVS diamonds like a chandelier
Shawty, she give ass, I cannot handle it
Money stacked tall, it’s not little (sheesh)
She said, "Twenty fuck me like a little… beast"
I feel just like Raji on the jetski (damn)
I’ma buy her diamonds if she let me (bling)
Sippin’ on mimosas with the jeweler (jeweler)
Only measure money with a ruler (ruler)
"Twenty, you been on my mind
A-Trak, you been on my mind
Thugger, you been on my mind"
Hello, pussy really call my line
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
Hello, you should really call my mind

[Chorus: 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (you live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display
Catch a murder case, then I skip states
Catch a murder case, then I skip states

[Outro: 24hrs]
You been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line



KAMI – Payload



[DJ E-WAY]
Get your credit cards
Have your visas
Get your passports stamped
Its payload

[Verse 1]
Pirex
Fishscales
Nigga fuck 12
Yeah fuck ISIS
Fuck jail
Selling chris rocks
On retail
Didn’t get caught
Didn’t get popped
Didn’t Dame Grease
No coke talk
Nigga fuck a sherlock
Yeah no shit I’m afraid not
Make the pack double flip like Ong Bak
That’s a whole lot
Thats a hyde park
That’s a shout out Nikko shout Krock
All my niggas since Day 1 Savemoney still alive yeah till i rot

[Hook x2]
Count it up (yeah)
Rip to a real nigga thats a bank roll
Money bags (yeah)
Couple these checks coming in like a payroll
Drop it all (yeah)
Drop a whole thing on your head that’s a payload
I’m afraid so
Had to make it rain on your head that’s a payload

[Verse 2]
I might still hit it and dash
Bumps on her face like a rash
Cocaine cowboy Imma cock back
All you need is a mask
All you need know is task
Chase on that bag like a bank
Dont get upped on like some rank
All of my niggas some tanks
Save money still an army fuck did you think
Me and Smoko going loco on club hoes
Why you niggas still broke all on a link
Water on me like I sink
And I can merch
Me and CP on some dirt
Chilling parked up in the merc

[Hook x2]
Count it up (yeah)
Rip to a real nigga thats a bank roll
Money bags (yeah)
Couple these checks coming in like a payroll
Drop it all (yeah)
Drop a whole thing on your head that’s a payload
I’m afraid so
Had to make it rain on your head that’s a payload

Smokepurpp – Your Swag Is Old Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Uh?

[Hook]
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that bitch
I don’t want her back
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that flow
I don’t want that pack

[Verse]
Give me brain like a psychic
Riding round with P90
Bitches thinkin that we ISIS
Hi-Tech bloody cup
I just spiked it
Put these diamonds on my neck
Cause a nigga priceless
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless That [?]
Running through a sack
My youngest caught that
Kobe, I’m like Kobe
Only shoot ‘Bout 3
Like [?]
Messed up bitch
You don’t know me
Pull up at Yo trap
Shoot it up like I’m [?]
[?] ride me like a pony
[?] claim yo hood
You a phony

[Hook]
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Niggas talking on me cause I fucked they hoe
You, We don’t know
And your swag is old
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that bitch
I don’t want her back
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
Lil Purpp Bless Yo Trap
You can have that flow
I don’t want that pack

[Outro]
Give me brain like a psychic
Riding round with P90
Bitches thinkin that we ISIS
Hi-Tech bloody cup
I just spiked it
Put these diamonds on my neck
Cause a nigga priceless

Lil Durk – No Handouts (Love Songs For The Streets Album)

[Intro]
Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street niggas in fuckin’ with me you know?
(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)
Real gang man

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 1]
I was addicted to shootouts
I’m in the trenches with Pluto
I got a stick at my bitch house
Now I take shits in a big house
I never carried the field
I gotta outwork my pills
I gotta suck on the test
I’m in the gutter for real
I love my brother for real
That was the pill on the slut
Can’t force it if he is my cut
Them choices will make you a mutt
Few years in the state
And the feds gave 200 months
Off percs and 200 blunts
I get head for 200 months
I mix Chanel with the Fetty
Shawty will kill you for singin’
Shawty be lit with the bitch
And I fucked twice in the Hemy
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed high speed
I lost guns in the (?)
And I put drugs in my mental

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 2]
We gon’ ball with a anthem
Auntie went balled after the cancer
My uncle had died from stabbin’
I moved to the A now I’m dabbin’
Ride 43 with no license
The opps is thinkin’ we ISIS
Fuck whoever don’t like it
I nut her face ’cause she triflin’
You left me to die in a rot
You left me to die on the block
Wouldn’t think I would rise to the top
But now I’mma ride with the Glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when niggas say you love me
Deep down wanna plug me
See me down be a bummy
You were my nigga til the trust I can’t trust ’em
If I ever see ’em now I screamin’ fuck ’em
I ain’t fuckin’ with no fool shit
He see me now he won’t do shit
And I’m ridin’ with my gang

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

Lil Durk – No Trenches Lyrics

[Intro]
Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street niggas in fuckin’ with me you know?
(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)
Real gang members

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 1]
I was addicted to shootouts
I’m in the trenches with Pluto
I got a stick at my bitch house
Now I take shits in a big house
I never carried the field
I gotta outwork my pills
I gotta suck on the test
I’m in the gutter for real
I love my brother for real
That was the pill on the slut
Can’t force it if he is my cut
Them choices will make you a mutt
Few years in the state
And the feds gave 200 months
Off percs and 200 blunts
I get head for 200 months
I mix Chanel with the Fetty
Shawty will kill you for singin’
Shawty be lit with the bitch
And I fucked twice in the Hemy
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed high speed
I lost guns in the (?)
And I put drugs in my mental

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

[Verse 2]
We gon’ ball with a anthem
Auntie went balled after the cancer
My uncle had died from stabbin’
I moved to the A now I’m dabbin’
Ride 43 with no license
The opps is thinkin’ we ISIS
Fuck whoever don’t like it
I nut her face ’cause she triflin’
You left me to die in a rot
You left me to die on the block
Wouldn’t think I would rise to the top
But now I’mma ride with the Glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when niggas say you love me
Deep down wanna plug me
See me down be a bummy
You were my nigga til the trust I can’t trust ’em
If I ever see ’em now I screamin’ fuck ’em
I ain’t fuckin’ with no fool shit
He see me now he won’t do shit
And I’m ridin’ with my gang

[Hook]
No I don’t want yo’ apologizes
No I don’t drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I’m thinkin’ ’bout the hood, yea stealin’ it
How you turn on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn’t wait
I said (?) look at the people you played
Yeah I ain’t lookin’ for no handouts
Ain’t lookin’ for no handouts

French Montana – Said N Done (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Hook: French Montana]
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god
I see ‘em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?

[Verse 1: French Montana & A$AP Rocky]
Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my god, oh my god
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My god, oh my god
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh
[Bridge: French Montana]
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem [?] made me down

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my rob on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Call Gina, call Leon
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?

[Bridge: French Montana]
Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’ma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my god

[Hook: French Montana]
Oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god

[Outro: French Montana]
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montana!

Said n done – French Montana lyrics

Lyrics French Montana – Said n done

Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god
I see ’em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?(said n done)

Oh my god, oh my god
But you couldn’t f*ck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherf*cker just stole my thot
Oh my god, oh my god
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’ma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My god, oh my god
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the b*tches
Chain tucked in cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
Versuri-lyrics.info
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh.

Love my b*tch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the b*tch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my god, oh my god.

With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, b*tch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the b*tch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World will lay you down, made me down.

Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my robe on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?

Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’ma buy the whole lot
Your p*ssy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my god.

Oh my god, oh my god
Oh my god, oh my god
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my god, oh my god.

She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montanaaa!(said n done)
French Montana lyrics
Video done

Chief Keef – Knock It Off (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1]
Dont approch me if it ain’t ’bout money
Boy you know how I’m comin’
No. I cannot pull up
She say I’m actin’ funny
Hop out, get bags of money
Rock out like Led Zep-pelin
Thot like, "What? You won’t do nothin’"
She let me fuck this mornin’
Went and picked up a bag
These niggas is stealin’ swag
I cannot fuck with you
If you don’t fuck with gang
Roll up and blow your brain
Roll up, it’s to the brain
Your life spent on my chain
She unbutton these Balmains
It’s 30 [?], them guys with me
We ’bout it, no Master P
Smokin’ this celery
Countin’ a salary
You did not ride with me
‘Cause you were doubtin’ me
You could’ve had your name on a Big Falcon tee

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 2]
You know I got them thousands
And they in my trousers
I’ll buy a bag of weed
With your allowance
Buy some kicks, it’s gon’ round me
To the nearest thousands
Too much damn dino juice
I’m feelin’ lousy
You like to copy
I have the hobbies
Don’t make me sign Turbo
On your autopsy
You’re with your possé
We got a shotty
I am with ISIS
You cannot stop me
With gang, I blow dope with them
We be like on folks and them
Sippin’ all this lean, baby
Can you tell me somethin’
Am I slurrin’?
Am I slurrin’?
Bitches say I look better in person

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a 30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 3]
I’m ridin’ with my soldiers
Fast roller coaster
If you don’t understand me
Blah, go the toaster
I’m hard on my motor
I am not a loafer
You don’t want no cancer
I keep the toaster
You know I got the piece
And a pound of weed
This weed ain’t got no seeds
Your bed ain’t got no freak
I just po’d up four threes
You’re runnin’ out of lean
I just wanna be on Forbes
I’m runnin’ out of dreams

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

Chief Keef – Knock It Off (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1]
Dont approch me if it ain’t ’bout money
Boy you know how I’m comin’
No. I cannot pull up
She say I’m actin’ funny
Hop out, get bags of money
Rock out like Led Zep-pelin
Thot like, "What? You won’t do nothin’"
She let me fuck this mornin’
Went and picked up a bag
These niggas is stealin’ swag
I cannot fuck with you
If you don’t fuck with gang
Roll up and blow your brain
Roll up, it’s to the brain
Your life spent on my chain
She unbutton these Balmains
It’s 30 [?], them guys with me
We ’bout it, no Master P
Smokin’ this celery
Countin’ a salary
You did not ride with me
‘Cause you were doubtin’ me
You could’ve had your name on a Big Falcon tee

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 2]
You know I got them thousands
And they in my trousers
I’ll buy a bag of weed
With your allowance
Buy some kicks, it’s gon’ round me
To the nearest thousands
Too much damn dino juice
I’m feelin’ lousy
You like to copy
I have the hobbies
Don’t make me sign Turbo
On your autopsy
You’re with your possé
We got a shotty
I am with ISIS
You cannot stop me
With gang, I blow dope with them
We be like on folks and them
Sippin’ all this lean, baby
Can you tell me somethin’
Am I slurrin’?
Am I slurrin’?
Bitches say I look better in person

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a 30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 3]
I’m ridin’ with my soldiers
Fast roller coaster
If you don’t understand me
Blah, go the toaster
I’m hard on my motor
I am not a loafer
You don’t want no cancer
I keep the toaster
You know I got the piece
And a pound of weed
This weed ain’t got no seeds
Your bed ain’t got no freak
I just po’d up four threes
You’re runnin’ out of lean
I just wanna be on Forbes
I’m runnin’ out of dreams

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

J COLE – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J. Cole – High For Hours

[Intro]
This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, "High as Shit for Hours"
Here we go, yeah

[Verse 1]
American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is a crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

[Refrain 1]
So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 2]
I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

[Refrain 2]
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

[Verse 3]
Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

[Refrain 3]
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

[Hook]
The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

J Cole – High For Hours lyrics

This is called being high as shit
For hours
That’s the name of this song nigga, “High as Shit for Hours”
Here we go, yeah

American hypocrisy, oh let me count the ways
They came here seeking freedom and they end up owning slaves
Justified it using what Christianity would say
Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way
That’s why ISIS is in crisis
But in reality this country do the same shit
Take a life and call it righteous
Remember when Bin Laden got killed, supposedly
In a hotel lobby after a show
Was noticing these white ladies watching CNN
Covering the action
They read the headline and then they all started clapping
As if Lebron has just scored a basket at the buzzer
I stood there for a second watch them high five each other
For real? I though this was thou shalt not kill
But police still letting off niggas in the Ville
Claiming that he reached for a gun
They really think we dumb and got a death wish
Now somebody’s son is laying breathless
When I was a little boy my father lived in Texas
Pulled up in Toyota, drove that bitch like it was Lexus
Put my bag in his trunk and headed off for Dallas
Out their for the summer feeling just like I was Alice
Lost in the wonder land where niggas still suffering
Just like they was back home and that’s wrong

So now its fuck the government, they see my niggas struggling
And they don’t give a fuck at all and that’s wrong, yeah

The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

I had a convo with the president, I paid to go and see him
Thinking bout the things I said I’d say when I would see him
Feeling nervous, sitting in a room full of white folks
Thinking about the black man plight, think I might choke, nope
Raised my hand and asked a man a question
‘Does he see the struggles of his brothers in oppression?
And if so, if you got all the power in the clout as the president
What’s keeping you from helping niggas out?’
Well I didn’t say nigga, but you catch my drift
He look me in my eyes and spoke and he was rather swift
He broke the issues down and showed me he was well aware
I got the vibe he was sincere and that the brother cared
But dawg you in the chair, what’s the hold up?
He said there’s things that I wanna fix
But you know this shit nigga, politics
Don’t stop fighting and don’t stop believing
You can make the world better for your kids before you leave it

Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back, till they kill me
Change is slow, always has been, always will be
But fuck that, I’ma bust back until they kill me
You feel me?

The type of shit that make you wanna (Aight third verse)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

Here’s a thought for my revolutionary heart
Take a deeper look at history, it’s there to pick apart
See the people at the top, they get to do just what they want
Till after while the people at the bottom finally get smart
Then they start to holla revolution, tired of living here, destitution
Fuck that looting, can you tell me what’s the best solution?
I used to think it was to over throw oppressors
See, if we destroy the system that means we’ll have less of greed
But see, it’s not that simple
I got to thinking bout the history of human nature
While this instrumental, play
Then I realized something that made me wonder if revolution was really ever the way
Before you trip and throw a fit over these words I say
Think about this shit for second, you heard the way
The children in abusive households grow up knocking girlfriends out cold
That’s called a cycle
Abused becomes the abuser and that how life go, so understand
Look at the power, but you know what power does to man
Corruption always leads us to the same shit again
So when you talk about revolution dawg, I hear just what you saying

What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you
I said
What good is taking over, when we know what you gon’ do
The only real revolution happens right inside of you

The type of shit that make you wanna (High for hours nigga)
The type of shit that make you wanna let go (Volume one)
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go

French Montana – Said N Done (feat. A$AP Rocky) (MC4 Album) letras

Oh my God, oh my God
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my God, oh my God
I see ’em hatin’ on the boy huh?
‘Til I pull up on the boy, huh?
Oh my God, oh my God
But you couldn’t fuck with the flow I got
City just turned into the oh I ride
Pretty motherfucker just stole my thot
Oh my God, oh my God
Wake up, wake up, it’s a stick up, stick up
Look up, look up, it’s a stick up, stick up
I’mma show you power of the mula
I put a sundress on your shooter
Man they turned their back on your boy huh?
You trickin’ but you waitin’ for the boy huh?
My God, oh my God
(Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind now)
Took a little time off I’m back up on my grind
Took it uptown just to kick it with my slimes
Skeet skeet, skkrt, cocaine for the bitches
Chain tucked in ’cause I came for the business
Dope to your brain like a vein with syringes
Back in the day streets was paved with syringes
Paid for the crib, plus it came with the fridges
I heard them boys callin’ up the boys huh?
And they showing up to court huh?
Dirty money, ain’t in the Forbes huh
Love my bitch, oh my, gotta spend a whole lot
Gotta buy every bag, gotta buy the whole lot
Taught the bitch, oh my, oh my
Gotta spend a whole lot
Oh my God, oh my God
With the spring springing on us, and the summer hot
Couple things clinging on us, bitch it’s coming out
Weather weather for the winter, Flacko bring ’em out
Bad mon a rude boy, what the bombaclot
When it drop out, nigga hop out
Don’t you know the loud mouth get you stomped out?
Thing on me now, hang on me now, ay
Got the bitch with me, yeah, gang with me now, yeah
Does the chain swing on me now?
Harlem World’ll lay you down, made me down
Go hard or you go home
She love it when I hit her with my robe on
I couldn’t ball, had to hit the stove
We talkin’ raw white, California Rolls
We talkin’ top down, California hoes
We talkin’ small sandals, got her on her toes
I don’t ask twice for the tongue
Word to ISIS, I’m the bomb
Cartagena, Corleone
I’m gone, do you smell aroma?
Drinkin’, smoke a whole lot
Know buy every bag I’mma buy the whole lot
Your pussy wet, don’t lie
Oh my, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh my God
Blocka, blocka, big up, big up
It’s the Coke Boy nigga with the A$AP Mob
Oh my God, oh my God
She love when I hit her with my robe on
She love when I hit her with my gold on
Poppin’ pills, drink, get your roll on
They don’t love you ’til you’re dead and gone
Montana!