Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna – Diamonds Dancing Lyrics (feat. Travis Scott)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing ’round this bitch
I’m Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist (Run that back, Turbo)
Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, pop, pop, then dip
I’ve been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific
I fell in love with my bitches, then sold ’em for some riches
This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
I told ’em, “I’m so slimy, I’m so shady, I admit it, yeah”

[Verse 1: Young Thug & Travis Scott]
Slatt like to shoot, slatt like to murk
Twenty-one gun salute (Baow), drilling, putting in work (Yeah)
Cut his tonsils out (Woo), I said it’d hurt (Ayy)
Keep a new four-four, yeah, let it burst
Pockets Honey Kettlе, keep on pedal
Get my own cheddar, all my dogs bеtter
Honeycomb bezel, we make opps jitter
Maison Margielas, cases get settled
Here, clean the cookie off, family, Travis, the Scotts (Yeah)
Servin’ the bags, I’m cookin’ the stove
Came in the spot and we servin’ with soap
I was just spazzing, finding the flow
I’m with some Crips, down with some Locs
Hand in the pot, I’m with some Bloods
How many slatts? Leave it to us (Yeah)
Yeah, countin’ racks, smokin’ on pot
Yeah, I upgraded my thot
Yeah, I upgraded my spots
Yeah, thots chickened out
Woo, yeah, the spots upgraded, now them bitches chickened out
Hey, thirty-five burnt hundreds on my pocket watch

[Chorus: Young Thug, Young Thug & Gunna]
All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing ’round this bitch
I’m Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, pop, pop, then dip
I’ve been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific
I fell in love with my bitches, then sold ’em for some riches
This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
I told ’em, “I’m so slimy, I’m so shady, I admit it, yeah”

[Verse 2: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Only designer tints (Designer tints)
I heard they plottin’ on me (They plottin’)
These niggas thought it was sweet (Sweet)
We had to put ’em to sleep (Put ’em to sleep)
Counted two million this week (Two million)

Couldn’t take my time with the freak (Let’s go)
She asked for that big Birkin B (B)
Your bitch, she been tellin’ the tea (Tellin’ the tea)
A YSL member (YSL)
Rocking SL denim (Slatt, slatt)
Put a few shells in ’em (Slatt)
Just a young player nigga (Yeah)
She wanna suck this pickle, yeah
Might spend a couple nickels, yeah
They’ll never try a nigga (Try a nigga)
Shoot it up, Brian Nickels
New girls, Patrick Swayze, shady baby, loco, crazy (Loco)
Southside, but not JD, pull up, AMG Mercedes (Mercedes)
CC on my lady (CC), that’s Celine, that’s not cha-nay-nay (Cha-nay-nay)
Big dog with no rabies, wake up, everyday a payday (Payday, ooh)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
In your city, lookin’ for a movie, can you tote? (Tote)
Jeffrey with me, now we gotta run it back, Turbo
She thinkin’ villa, I was thinkin’ two weeks on a boat (Yeah)
Got bunnies with ya, my dogs are jackalopes, hop on, let’s go (Let’s go)
Feelin’ like Hugh Hefner (Yeah), my hoes came together (Yeah)
Not a Gina (Yeah), this Martin y Coretta (Dream)
At the crib, Coachella (‘Chella), Cactis in the cellar (Ah)
Creep out like cartelers, Cactus life forever (Slatt)
Yeah, diamonds King Kong, how they beatin’ on my chest (Ah, King Kong)
Uh, the link so long, this shit ’bout to touch my dick (Link)
Up to summer strong, and we got another stretch (Team)
November come, won’t you pop out at the fest? (It’s lit)
Feel it on my body, it’s a movie, ayy, ayy (Yeah)
It was just one night, it felt like a sci-fi (Fi)
We dodgin’ the sun, only way we come alive (Alive)
We’ve been on the run
How you do that? How you do that? Yeah (It’s lit)

[Chorus: Gunna, Gunna & Young Thug]
All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing ’round this bitch
Uh, Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
Put Giuseppes on my kid, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, cock, pop, then dip
I’ve been in the trenches, this trap, to be specific
I fell in love with my bitches, then sold ’em for some riches
This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
I told ’em, “I’m so slimy, I’m so shady, I admit it, yeah”

Jay Critch – Go Wherever Lyrics

[Intro]
JD on the track

[Chorus]
Shooters wearing all black they tryna finish you
I been chasin the bag since i was in middle school
And they still doing bad, these niggas miserable
I don’t care bout these jewlery
We still in the trenches
It could go wherever
We still movin reckless
He think he drippin, well we gon slide and drench ya
Make it rain on these bitches we hit the club and drench ya
The shit that i experiance got me movin different

[Verse 1]
Some of our brothers gone and the hood miss em
Keep it real on all my songs i know the hood listen
Hit a stain late night, we completing missions
They tryna tell us how to move but we ain’t listen
He caught a case right after school judge ain’t dismissing
Bail fifty thou and he ain’t got no digits
Where is everyone now when it come down to business
We bailed him out he went right in the system
When it all falls down watch how they switch on you
One hundred thou stacked in the living room
They gon still talk down wether you win or lose
I never follow the crowd im in a visioul
My shooter running them down and he ain’t missing you

We lay them down on the ground like he was pigeon food
We got the same choppers you prolly see in the news
Sound like a helicopter landin when we spin it trough
Don’t want no favour niggas act like they invented you
Im off these papers now it’s really time to make em move
Im in a penthouse with two baddies they identical
Girl i might f*ck with you now, but i ain’t into you

[Chorus]
Shooters wearing all black they tryna finish you
I been chasin the bag since i was in middle school
And they still doing bad, these niggas miserable
I don’t care bout these jewlery
We still in the trenches
It could go wherever
We still movin reckless
He think he drippin, well we gon slide and drench ya
Make it rain on these bitches we hit the club and drench ya
The shit that i experiance got me movin different

[Outro]
Some of our brothers gone and the hood miss em
Keep it real on all my songs i know the hood listen
Hit a stain late night, we completing missions
They tryna tell us how to move but we ain’t listen

Jd Pantoja – Idiota Lyrics

[Letra de “Idiota”]

[Intro]
Yeah-eh
Uh-oh-oh
(Tiempos)

[Pre-Coro]
¿Hasta cuándo me tendrás así?
Muriendo por ti (Muriendo por ti)
Con estas gana’ que quedaron de comernos desde que te vi
Si no fue suficiente lo que yo ofrecí
Al meno’ lo acepté, por eso te perdí
Quiero remediarlo

[Coro]
Y estoy aquí escribiéndote como un idiota
Sin saber si estar conmigo te provoca
Te envío mensajes y mi mente ya está loca (Loca)
Por no tеner una respuesta concrеta
Escribiéndote como un idiota (Idiota)
Sin saber si estar conmigo te provoca (Te provoca)
Te envío mensajes y mi mente ya está loca (Mi mente ya está loca)
Por favor contesta (Contesta), eh

[Verso 1]
Baby, dime qué tú quieres
Estar conmigo o con otro, ¿qué prefieres? (Oh-oh)
Que yo te llevo a otros niveles
A otros niveles de placeres, tú y yo
Dime si no te molesta que te escriba a las tres de la mañana
Pensando en ti, borracho y loco me tienes (Tienes)
Dime si no te molesta que te escriba por la noche desvelado
Pensando en ti (Borracho y loco me tienes)

[Coro]
Aquí escribiéndote como un idiota
Sin saber si estar conmigo te provoca

Te envío mensajes y mi mente ya está loca (Loca)
Por no tener una respuesta concreta
Escribiéndote como un idiota (Idiota)
Sin saber si estar conmigo te provoca (Te provoca)
Te envío mensajes y mi mente ya está loca (Mi mente ya está loca)
Por favor contesta (Contesta), eh

[Verso 2]
Te digo qué quiero, me dejas en visto
Vamo’ a ver qué pasa si yo desvisto
No me respondas, simplemente llégale (Llégale)
Que estoy esperándote
Te digo qué quiero, me dejas en visto
Vamo’ a ver qué pasa si yo desvisto
No me respondas, simplemente llégale

[Coro]
Aquí escribiéndote como un idiota
Sin saber si estar conmigo te provoca
Te envío mensajes y mi mente ya está loca
Por no tener una respuesta concreta
Escribiéndote como un idiota (Idiota)
Sin saber si estar conmigo te provoca (Te provoca)
Te envío mensajes y mi mente ya está loca (Mi mente ya está loca)
Por favor contesta (Contesta), eh

[Outro]
No-oh
No, woh (Contesta)
Ey, ey
JD, para ti, baby (Para ti, baby)
Space Music
Dímelo, Jutha
Mantyx (De México pa’l mundo)
El de la O
MK en el beat

SALAAM Lyrics and Video Song – DIVINE | COVID19 Rap Song

Ye sahi mein aaya janwaar se
Ya aadmi ne banaya
Khud ka dekh ke fayeda
Poori duniya mein failaya (x2)

Aur media ne duniya ko ye late kyu bataya
Mere sheher mein rehte 20 million log
Matlab 20 million rog aur teen guna paisa
Matlab saath dega kon?
Ant ka hi sochenge fir start dega kon
Tum hi karo maths fir
Sb hai isme ek saath cut karo class phir
Dhram class color nahi mass wala shot hai
Science dega dhoka tab toh bhagwan mein vishwash hai
Panic mat ho andar hi raho
Aarti ya namaz
Haath rakho saaf
Door rekhe paas
Doctor ya nurse mujhe tum pe hai naaz
Doctor ya nurse mujhe tum pe hai naaz

Police wala bhi lagne laga khaas hai
Andar rehna jab tak milta nahi ilaaz hai
Front walo ko salaam hai
Front walo ko salaam hai (x2)

Paisa kamaane nikle medical wale ye
Dawa dawa karke sab se paisa ye nikalnge
Ameer desh chupchap se vaccine bhi nikalnge
wali topi chote humko kyu pehna re ye
Bimari asli ye sapna nahi ye
Social distancing kaise
Jab chapra nahi hai
Andar kaise mein rahu jab kamra nahi hai
Wo pet kaise bhare jab chhapra nahi hai
Majdoor majboor nikle nange pair ghar
Maa sochi mera beta wo to bana officer
Haan maa bola usne jhooth tujhse
Ye route nahi leta
Par uska bhookh bola
Main kar raha koshish
Tujhse kya ho raha hai
Ye war aapas ka nahi duniya se bada
Minister kya kare
Wo koshish to kar raha
Nuclear hathiyaar bhi machis sa lag raha

Ghar mein raho
Haath saaf rakho
Faasla hai jo
Woh apne liye safe hai
Ghar mein raho
Haath saaf rakho
(Aur dil bhi)
Faasla hai jo
Woh aapne liye safe hai

Karan Kanchan on the beat!
JD mera bhai record kar raha hai mereko
GG59 Gully Gang Boy

Lil Tjay – Brothers (Remix) Lyics

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[Intro: Lil Tjay]
Big bag don’t mean everything wavy (JD on tha Track)
I got 99 problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady (ProtegeBeatz)
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu’ every day, can’t be lazy

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
I be shittin’, I make it look easy
I was innocent, they ain’t believe me
Ain’t no lie, I be seein’ illusions
I can’t figure who real, it’s confusin’
I can’t wait to get used to this lifestyle
I remember, it could’ve been lights out
Bitches see me and scream, “Lil Tjay”
Had to fuck up the spot for my b-day
Hit the ‘telly and catch me a BJ
Fuck this love, I don’t want me a skeezay
Give her dick, now she feel like she need me
I’m too high, always smokin’ on GG
Bankroll, had to stack my chips (Bankroll)
SB, I’ma jack my shit (SB)
I know these niggas gon’ hate me
I’ve been workin’ hard, driving me crazy

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Big bag don’t mean everything wavy
I got 99 problems like JAY-Z
Caught a felony, judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother, R.I.P. Mavy
I got money and niggas moved shady
With my brother, I put that on baby
My first car, I might cop a Mercedes
At the stu’ every day, can’t be lazy

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Losin’ my cousin, that shit got me two-faced
When I look up, I be fightin’ new case
I stayed in that ghetto so I had a roommate
Auntie fightin’ cancer, know that she losin’
Single parent, I depend on my mama
Life in jail, I can’t depend on my father
Streets for real, I depend on my choppa
Streets for real, they start runnin’ from walkin’
My soul hurt, my soul hurt
The streets say they fuckin’ with the old Durk
Mixed my Percs with the cough syrup
Made her suck my dick ’til the jaws hurt
I’ma say cap when the bitch start choosin’
I’m in the trap with a whole lotta Uzis
I blew me a bag when I took her to Gucci
Got free clothes, I was fuckin’ with a booster
My life changed fast, my homie turned to a rat
I’d rather be snake, that’s slatt (That’s slatt)
He a straight ho, that nigga pussy, he cap
That nigga pussy, he cap, oh
I vouch to be the streets
Vouch to kill all my enemies, yeah
I vouch to keep the peace
You don’t want war, stay out the streets, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’
Bodies drop all the time, I don’t feel nothin’
Swear to God y’all gon’ make me go kill somethin’
Told my shooters no mercy or chill button
I done been through so much, I don’t feel nothin’
I was down off the drugs, I’m exuded
I was locked in my cell ’bout to lose it
They be watchin’ me, clockin’ my movements
They be plottin’ on catchin’ me snoozin’

[Outro: Lil Tjay]
Lil Tjay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bugzy Malone – M.E.N 2 Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yo
Bugzy Malone
You know

[Verse 1]
I hit the top like I don’t know what
Now 500’s Play-Doh gwop
And these man tryna take my spot when I’m sitting at home with writer’s block
But there’s not an MC as eloquent as me
Let me get that clear
And my accountant said, I can make a million and not make a track this year
Now how’s that for a turnover?
I made a gilet and a holster
Felt like I looked in the mirror when I seen the new JD poster
And it sold out so fast, they want me to sign contracts like they’re O2 or Voda
In exchange for exposure
But still I don’t feel any closer to the real answer
Why did I wanna be a gangster?
When will I get rid of this pain?
Feels like I’m in handcuffs
I wanna fly to the south of France
I wanna learn how to Salsa dance
The chef come here
‘Cause everybody in the restaurant kept watching man
And I’m thinking “wait are they watching man?”
Did he think I’m a prick, or are they just secret fans?
Blessed by a God, fear no man
But my heart still beats when I see a police van
I was hungover
In Phuket I couldn’t stay sober
I needed a break from pulling a straight face, I don’t play poker
I was out there looking at the pelicans
Stroking the tigers and elephants
MC’s all fighting for relevance
But I’m on the next level of eloquence
Where do I get it from?
Did I get it from him? Could it be a white could it be a black thing?
Must be the reason I’m the captain
Must be the reason I overlapped him
‘Cause I’m dedicated
Me I could have got relegated
Imagine I would have hesitated
Where would I be if I never made it?
But I did
Now I’m in a new 7 bedroom crib with spotlights in the ceiling it’s sick
No bean bag I’ve got a Lamborghini on the ramp and I don’t use it
I’ve got a grand piano in front of the Mona and everything cocaine white
But I don’t get to see it much these days ’cause I’m always out taking a flight
Thinking about before it all went bad
Never got dissed off my real dad
And now he tells people that I never give him anything
As if he was there from scratch
How did it get so negative
Between old friends and fake relatives
I’ve come quite far on a reminisce
To get rid of these toxic energies
An old friend tells people that I put money on his head
As if I’m still pissed off
And we was friends from about year 9
And he tried to get my door kicked off
Cocaine’s one hell of a drug, yeah I’ve seen what it does
I watched man fall from the mountains
Turned from a bad boy to a scruff
I’m still out here holding it up
I’m still backstage holding a cup
Dark is still my co-defendant
I’m in a film about money and drugs
I told my agent, “tell Guy Ritchie he don’t need to pay me”
As I was watching Snatch, that’s my all time favourite gangster movie
I ended up in the GR, singing Irish songs to the ukulele
Sophisticated conversation, had me feeling so creative (So creative)

[Verse 2]
I feel detached from reality, now I’m on a footballer’s salary
I flew to Rome, and the roof of the Sistine chapel look like an art gallery
Me I got close to insanity
On the roadside moving raggity
Now I’m in the Vatican, thinking strategy
Can’t think of an MC in my category
All this from a 1-bedroom flat
I wanted a reminder not to look back
That’s the reason why, I got ‘King of the North’ tattooed right across my six-pack
And the artist came from Italia, the home of the mafia
I’m never in debt, I’m a Lannister, you know I’m of a different calibre
I climbed to the top without a banister
And last year got smashed, no manager
Man can say what they want but I’ll never let anyone assassinate my character
Some relationships don’t work
And the separation hurts
I know these are simple words but I always told her I loved her first
I used to be so immature
Even though the love was pure
I was never always all yours
Some of them nights on tour
You could’ve walked out through the open door
When the love turned into a war
And now I’m gonna buy you a house so you know you’re secure (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
Let me get it off my chest (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
Turns out how no matter how much money I make I still can’t pay to correct (Sometimes I don’t know, no no no)
All of the trauma it still feels fresh, but never again will that get me depressed
Don’t mind going out as a legend as long as I’m known as Manchester’s best

[Outro]
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t kno- oh oh oh
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t know, no no no
Sometimes I don’t kno- oh oh oh
Sometimes I don’t know

Pitbull – Down South Lyrics

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 1: Duece Poppi]
Look way, way, way deep south, boy
Hoes, clothes, and bankrolls what we ’bout, boy
I’m from the home of the chrome and the chopper triggers
Even them alphabet boys can’t stop a nigga
I pimp tight with that hoe off in the wind, boy
I gets loose like I’m fresh up out that pen, boy
The last of a dying breed like ‘Pac said
I got bread, got something that’ll cock it
My ambitions as a rider by Slip-n-Slide, uh
All them killers down south know I’m on fire
28’s chrome, fuck a hundred, smoke [?]
I know you pimp tight, pimpin’, but I pimp tighter
Getting bread, got it made like Special Ed
Them hollow tips at your head, bitch, I bet you dead
24’s on the Wagon, that’s that G Benz
Two 44’s looking like Siamese twins

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
See, I’ma get this money
Rich everywhere and however it goes
And let me tell you something
If you owe me money, might as well owe the double-yo
So see, JAY-Z and JD might have told you money ain’t a thing
But that means money’s everything and for that money y’all make, them choppers sing
I’ll make them coppers bring
That yellow tape ’cause the whole thing
Can turn into a homicide scene if you fuck with the cream, mane
And I know Trick
And I know his click
But I let you slip, I let you slide
But I hope you motherfuckers don’t think I’ma let you die
Surprise, Pitbull get the last laugh
And whoever laughs last laughs the hardest
Whether now or later, y’all gonna pay me back regardless

[Interlude: Pitbull]
And y’all can take THAT to the bank, motherfuckers

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

[Verse 3: Plies]
Nigga, I’m from down here where everything fucked up
And every other month, the dope prices going up
And either you thugging down here or you in the church
‘Cause how I’m living, ain’t nothing like you see on BET
These crackers found five dead in the last week
So if you a pussy nigga, you better get the fuck out these streets
These young niggas 16 and 17 going Fed
These crackers hitting these young niggas with 20-year bids
How the fuck you get indicted? You never had a quarter brick
But down here, that’s how these pussy crackers play shit
And where I’m from, we respect Chevys more than we do Bentleys
‘Cause a motherfucking Bentley can’t fit them 26’s
And that money come a little faster out here in the south
We got the corner, nigga, and got our own dope house
And you can find me with a white tee with my pants dropped
With four at the bottom, pussy nigga, and four at the top

[Chorus: Duece Poppi]
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy
When you’re from down south, boy
Down south, boy
Way, way, way deep down south, boy

A$AP Rocky, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage – Cocky

[Intro: Gucci Mane, 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
Huh?
We got London On Da Track
It’s Guwop
Huh?
It’s Gucci
21, 21
Huh?

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & 21 Savage]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & A$AP Rocky]
I got so many M’s in my bank account, I can’t even count ’em
Too many whips, way I switch my car, I can’t even mount ’em
Too many zeros with ‘Sace pillows in my Phantoms
Too many bad bitches, I don’t cuff ’em, I just hand them (21)
Off like a lay-up (lay-up), I don’t got time to lay up
Met my accountant at Ruth’s Chris, she told me that I’m way up (21)
I already back for seconds, I ain’t even clean my plate up
Ran me up a hunned M’s and then I put my bay up (21)
Way out in the hills, I just sign the deal
I ain’t take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)
All my diamonds carrots, dem lil’ pointers be two lil’
Glaziers in my ear, I need a cup, they ’bout to spill

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & A$AP Rocky]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (huh?)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I feel like I’m Rocky

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & (?)]
Huh?
How you gone play D, you can’t even take D
Too many fake me’s
Way too many fake daps, way too many fake ‘$APs
And I put it on me and I want another ring
Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve ’em like the other team (skrt)
You can still hear the sneaks (woo, swoosh)
Ballin’ in some Dungarees
Make a cheerleader cream, so what she on the other team?
For the cameras say your cheese, rap game like the league
Heard you the nigga overseas, but that’s only overseas
I’m the one who oversees shit, "Oh man, it’s him again"
I’m up in the rim, they the raided M&M’s
Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands
My girlfriend got a little friend
All the way on the other end
‘Cause she don’t deal with the middle man
Harlem world stole my flow, friends and my foes
Got my hoes in my clothes, they want ten like my toes (A$AP)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby , I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (yeah)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Just pass me the rock and watch him go
Just run me the play and let me know
With a broken leg, I let it go (leggo, leggo, leggo)
I ain’t gotta say it ’cause they know (woo)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci is materialistic, he’s too fuckin’ flashy
He smoke when he wanna smoke, think the world is his ashtray
So, so deaf to these suckers, I’m like JD in ’03
My hoe said that I’m too cocky, I don’t play nothin’ but me
These girls got nothing to show you, I’ll give you something to see
These dudes keep comin’ up short like they a pair of capris
Don’t group me with these rappers, these boys embarrassin’ me
Them dudes ain’t got nothin’ on me, I got a money disease
I’m too cold for these suckers, they ain’t got more money than me
I wear my mink in the summer when it’s one-hundred-three (burr)
I make a bitch feel self-conscious like she too shiny for me
I know that bitch want to fuck me, but she’s to tiny for me
She’s my way out the highway, you either like or leave
This Rollie cost us the G’s, a couple bricks on my sleeve (yeah)
When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass Supreme
A half a brick, a pint of lean, and a new money machine
It’s Guwop

[Chorus: Gucci Mane, & Young Thug]
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (it’s Gucci)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m too fuckin’ cocky (Wizop)
Too fuckin’ cocky, baby, I’m so fuckin’ cocky (damn)
We got London On Da Track