YG – Suu Whoop Lyrics



[Intro]
I’m from West Side Bompton Tree (suu whoop)
Fuck all the fake Bloods and the enemies (suu whoo-suu whoop)
YG 4Hunnid chunkin’ big P’s
Niggas went quiet, then Mustard did the beat

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 1]
Suu whoop my rag (rag,) I’m suu whoop when I’m mad (mad)
“YG don’t you got a daughter?” Yeah, I’m a gangbangin’-ass dad (dad)
Big B, Gucci bag (bag,) blue hundreds in my bag (my bag)
“YG how you feel about the hundreds bein’ blue”
Nigga, I ain’t mad
The Crips know I’m with this Blood shit
Need a Piru and that’s Blood, bitch
Always down with this thug shit
She get fly, she suck dick
Pull up Bentley, mean muggin’ (muggin’)
All daps, she ain’t huggin’
If you a square, you ain’t fuckin’
She love 2Pac, she thuggin’ (she thuggin’, nigga)

[Refrain]
“YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)”
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid
A lot, on the block, YG be goin’ to the top, to the top, to the top
In a box, never let ’em put a nigga in a box
‘Cause a nigga off the block
YG A.K.A. Big Blood, A.K.A. Big Red Fox (Big Red Fox, nigga)
YG A.K.A. Lil’ Buddha from that 400 block (4Hunnid)

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)

[Verse 2]
Bangin’ on these bitch niggas
Bangin’ while I’m rich, nigga
I don’t make no sense, nigga
‘Cause I don’t give no shit, nigga
Come to L.A. and pay rent, nigga
Your bloodshed ain’t lit, nigga
Fuck it, you don’t wanna be a bitch, nigga
You a clown, you IT, nigga
Suu whoopin’ in my songs
My enemies sing my songs
My suu whoopin’ so strong (so strong)
I can’t do no wrong (no wrong)
My whoopin’ can’t be cloned (can’t clone)
I’m berious, I’m bold (I’m bold)
My bitch in a suu whoop robe (my throne)
Take it off, she in a suu whoop thong (her thong)
I ain’t with the pink-haired Blood shit (suu whoop)
I ain’t with the only-at-the-club-Bloodin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop)
My niggas I be with, they known for bustin’ (suu whoo-suu whoop-whoop)
What, who and where? End of discussion

[Refrain]
“‘Cause YG, he brazy (brazy)
Grew up off B Brazy (B Brazy)
YG, he paid (paid)
Don’t get in his way (his way)”
.40 on my waist (my waist)
Like I’m tryna go to jail today (today)
Red rubies in my chain (my chain)
Niggas know how much I paid, a lot

[Pre-Chorus]
Suu whoop, my coupe, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
Suu whoop, my bitch, put red on her shoes (suu whoop)
Suu whoop ’til I die, no lie, that’s truth
West Side Tree Top Bompton, nigga, on Bloods
Suu whoop, gang ties, bullet wounds, that’s proof
On Piru, suu whoooooop

[Chorus]
Suu whoop gang or don’t bang (suu whoo-suu whoop, bang)
You ain’t got a pistol, don’t hang (suu whoo-suu whoop, don’t hang)
I ain’t scared, nigga, I’m brazy (suu whoo-suu whoop, I’m brazy)
YG a rapper and he full-fledged bang (bang)



Joyner Lucas – Bank Account (Remix)



[Hook]
I’m willing to die for this shit
I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
So my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
And if I wanted somethin’, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to ride for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this shit

[Verse]
Bitch I’m a savage I spit at you bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping I’m just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I’m a lieutenant
Goddammit you should be saluting me hoe
I hope you know I ain’t going nowhere
All you rappers just better get used to me hoe
Nigga, I’m Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I wasn’t riding as much
My bank account looking weak, don’t look at me, I ain’t got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I’m ’bout to trip, and maybe start crying or sumthin’
I might just hit up the [Smith’s], throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come
Ain’t nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don’t really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft, while I’m flying past all of my aliens Sailin’, and if you look up in the sky
Blew your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I’m an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit down and repent?
I was raised in the sewer
Me and the IT clown are friends
Red balloons for your kids
Sink my tooth in ya bitch
I lost too many friends
I don’t do good with kids
What you know about riding dirty in the evening?
What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning
What you know about leaving the oven door open when there’s no heat again
And the rent is due and your landlord try to throw you out on the streets again
Nigga, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a fucking Lamborghini when I win em, I’ma finally get a break
If I didn’t get away before I guarantee that if I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray
She don’t really want me to get petty, turn her dime into a penny, but she know I got a lot of shit to say
I got juice and water and a henny drink, and I will let the semi shoot, I’ll pop you niggas all up in the face
Blood all up in the lake, I
Wanna see your wave die
They don’t wanna wave bye
Creep when I came by, teeth like a k9
Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side
Eat when the [beat’s] hot, tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop
Skrrrt in a Nissan, swerve into 3 cars
You just a bird in a beehive
You just a cold in a room full of germs
Nigga, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain’t been rhyming a lot
What the fuck happened to Jay Electronica?
I wonder if he still got it or not
Whatever happened to Elzhi?
Whatever happened to Meth?
What happened to Beans?
Whatever happened to Lauryn?
What happened to Banks?
Tell me what happened to Bleek
What the fuck happened to Mos?
What happened to Missy?
Nigga what happened to Ghost?
Whatever happened to Q?
What up with Common, what the fuck where did he go?
Tell me what happened to Budden’s
What about Luda?
I hope they ain’t losing it now
Hope they get back to the music ’cause I need some new shit
I’m sick of these new niggas out, I’m that new nigga now
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on the floor, 11 niggas on the porch
12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 bitches wanna fuck, 10 niggas wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus
12 if you wanna bust, 13 other guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber guns, 16 double pumps
17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna fuck with us

[Hook]
I’m willing to die for this shit
Said I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
And my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
Shit, if I want a son, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to die for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet’s, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this shit

Joyner, wooh!

Wiley – Laptop (feat. Manga) (Godfather Album)

[Verse 1: Wiley]
It’s my life, that machine
All of my thoughts inside that machine
I’ve got my youts laptops young
So when they get older, money ah go run
Get your IT skills up, and watch how your bank fills up
You want thousands? Then you get your mills up
This lappy can buy you houses
Me and mine go together like real love
I’ve been a MacBook pro for a while
And you ain’t seen me at a show for a while
But I’m back with a couple of bangers for my culture
Couldn’t stop me even if you was a vulture
Right now, I’ve gotta charge up
When I see eight green dots, then I’m charged up
Biggin’ up Danny, Target, large up
From Roman disc days to start-up

[Hook: Wiley]
I take pride in what I do, it’s why I’ve got a laptop
I do it every day, I’ve gotta hit the jackpot
I hit the jackpot when they say the track’s hot
Had bare records on the wall, it was lookin’ like
A New Era hat shop, no backdrop
Pray this beat is like a goalie here
Dem man saved couple shots but they couldn’t stop that shot
I’ve got one main tool: my laptop

[Verse 2: Wiley]
Let me tell you how man got here
Started off with the cracked software
All them plugins made man
So much money and it didn’t stop there
Went on for years of my life
I was in the kitchen makin’ riddims all night
Sound card, mic and a keyboard
And I wasn’t lookin’ for a reward
I was doin’ it, passion, a leader
Since [?] Street and the fever
Any vision that I had was a real one
I’m a Logic user; a real one
Reach for a draw of the peng and then I build one
Wanted a scene and I built one
My laptop’s part of my brain
Since I’ve had one, I ain’t ever been the same

[Hook: Wiley]
I take pride in what I do, it’s why I’ve got a laptop
I do it every day, I’ve gotta hit the jackpot
I hit the jackpot when they say the track’s hot
Had bare records on the wall, it was lookin’ like
A New Era hat shop, no backdrop
Pray this beat is like a goalie here
Dem man saved couple shots but they couldn’t stop that shot
I’ve got one main tool: my laptop

[Break: Wiley]
That’s my tool, that machine
That MacBook Pro
MacBook Pro forever, trust me

[Verse 3: Manga]
Ay, use that, get back, draw for the Mac
Ay, yo, record, biggerman
Do the video and the artwork too
Yeah, man, all of that jazz
No, I never backtrack, black jeans, black hat
Mac in my backpack like I’m tryna war with a man
Quad core does more
Stay fit for what, rudeboy on a man
Ready fi get bill up, hard drive fill up
Gotta do works if you wanna be a winner
Anythin’ I gotta do, I’m gonna do it quicker
Only relyin’ on the brudda in the mirror
I mean that, life, you can’t CMD+Z that
Me done preed that, mad if you can’t see that
Send out, I bring up the riddims
No, I can’t ever relax

[Hook: Wiley]
I take pride in what I do, it’s why I’ve got a laptop
I do it every day, I’ve gotta hit the jackpot
I hit the jackpot when they say the track’s hot
Had bare records on the wall, it was lookin’ like
A New Era hat shop, no backdrop
Pray this beat is like a goalie here
Dem man saved couple shots but they couldn’t stop that shot
I’ve got one main tool: my laptop
I take pride in what I do, it’s why I’ve got a laptop
I do it every day, I’ve gotta hit the jackpot
I hit the jackpot when they say the track’s hot
Had bare records on the wall, it was lookin’ like
A New Era hat shop, no backdrop
Pray this beat is like a goalie here
Dem man saved couple shots but they couldn’t stop that shot
I’ve got one main tool: my laptop

Wiley – Laptop Lyrics

[Verse 1: Wiley]
It’s my life, that machine
All of my thoughts inside that machine
I’ve got my youts laptops young
So when they get older, money ah go run
Get your IT skills up, and watch how your bank fills up
You want thousands? Then you get your mills up
This lappy can buy you houses
Me and mine go together like real love
I’ve been a MacBook pro for a while
And you ain’t seen me at a show for a while
But I’m back with a couple of bangers for my culture
Couldn’t stop me even if you was a vulture
Right now, I’ve gotta charge up
When I see eight green dots, then I’m charged up
Bigging up Danny, Target, large up
From Roman disc days to start-up

[Hook: Wiley]
I take pride in what I do, it’s why I’ve got a laptop
I do it every day, I’ve gotta hit the jackpot
I hit the jackpot when they say the track’s hot
Had bare records on the wall, it was looking like
A New Era hat shop, no backdrop
Pray this beat is like a goalie here
Dem man saved couple shots but they couldn’t stop that shot
I’ve got one main tool: my laptop

[Verse 2: Wiley]
Let me tell you how man got here
Started off with the cracked software
All them plugins made man
So much money and it didn’t stop there
Went on for years of my life
I was in the kitchen making riddims all night
Sound card, mic and a keyboard
And I wasn’t looking for a reward
I was doing it, passion, a leader
Since [?] Street and the fever
Any vision that I had was a real one
I’m a Logic user; a real one
Reach for a draw of the peng and then I build one
Wanted a scene and I built one
My laptop’s part of my brain
Since I’ve had one, I ain’t ever been the same

[Hook: Wiley]
I take pride in what I do, it’s why I’ve got a laptop
I do it every day, I’ve gotta hit the jackpot
I hit the jackpot when they say the track’s hot
Had bare records on the wall, it was looking like
A New Era hat shop, no backdrop
Pray this beat is like a goalie here
Dem man saved couple shots but they couldn’t stop that shot
I’ve got one main tool: my laptop

[Break: Wiley]
That’s my tool, that machine
That MacBook Pro
MacBook Pro forever, trust me

[Verse 3: Manga]
Use that, get back, draw for the Mac
Ay, yo, record, biggerman
Do the video and the artwork too
Yeah, man, all of that jazz
No, I never backtrack, black jeans, black hat
Mac in my backpack like I’m tryna war with a man
Quad core does more
Stay fit for what, rudeboy on a man
Ready fi get bill up, hard drive fill up
Gotta do works if you wanna be a winner
Anything I gotta do, I’m gonna do it quicker
Only relying on the brudda in the mirror
A me that, life, you can’t CMD+Z that
Me done preed that, mad if you can’t see that
Send out, I bring up the riddims
No, I can’t ever relax

[Hook: Wiley]
I take pride in what I do, it’s why I’ve got a laptop
I do it every day, I’ve gotta hit the jackpot
I hit the jackpot when they say the track’s hot
Had bare records on the wall, it was looking like
A New Era hat shop, no backdrop
Pray this beat is like a goalie here
Dem man saved couple shots but they couldn’t stop that shot
I’ve got one main tool: my laptop