Hd4president – Touch Down 2 Cause Hell Lyrics

May 23, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro]
Baow, baow, baow
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

[Verse 1]
I say hold up
Shawty smokin’ zaza out the pack, I told her roll up
Niggas muggin’ stupid, lookin’ crazy like they know us
You ain’t got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but bitch, so what?
Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some booty, tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my niggas rollin’ Backwoods, they don’t f*ck around with Swishers
I been f*ckin’ on his bitch, I just was f*ckin’ on her sister
Leanin’ off the juice, bitch, I got Wock’ up in my double cup
Baby gettin’ money, but lil’ bitch know you can’t f*ck with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it’s up with us
p*ssy nigga, you ain’t ’bout that shit, so what you buckin’ for?
I touched down at 11:45
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I f*ck with 54, that swim team, they gon’ dive
I said bitch, don’t turn me down
It’s up, no comin’ down, turn me up

Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’ f*ck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell

[Verse 2]
Turn up on these niggas, I been runnin’ up a bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my ass now
I can hit your ho and I ain’t gotta put my MAC down
I been f*ckin’ bitches out in Houston back to Sac-town
Ooh, ooh
My bitch expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And bitch, I’m rollin’ like a train, hollerin’ choo-choo
I’m retarded in the brain, I got loose screws
Ain’t do no play, but that’s my dog like it’s Blues Clues
Never back down from a soul, you know me a warrior, me a warrior
I just hit the mall with your ho, and you know I’m spoilin’ her, yeah, I’m spoilin’ her (HD)

[Chorus]
Is that purple I smell?
Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin’ my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’ f*ck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

[Outro]
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
HD
Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once

Young Nudy – Mini Me Lyrics

May 22, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, man
If it was a shootout, my youngins did it (Fuck you mean?)
Yeah (COUPE)

[Chorus]
Look in my eye, man, you know I’m gon’ spray (Yeah)
Nigga didn’t know, but today is the day (Bah)
Slimeball full, I want his lil’ plate (Big Slime)
Bitch-ass boy, know your ass gettin’ ate (Big Slime)
I got all these hoes at the base (Yeah)
I got all these pills we ate (Ooh)
Twerk that ass, bitch, make that shake (Twerk that ass)
Smokin’ ooh-wee, I feel great (Ooh-wee)
I’m so high, can’t feel my face (Can’t feel my face)
Only thing I felt when I was nuttin’ on that bitch face (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, that shit there was so great (Fuck)
Brought her to my amazing place (Wow)
Came a long way from Section 8 (I did)
Yeah, okay (I did)
But it’s still hood like Section 8 (Woo)

[Verse 1]
We send hits, nigga (Hits)
My youngins do the shootout, that’s they shit, nigga (Shit)
My homie put a potato on his four-ten (Four-ten)
Ain’t nothin’ but headshots every time he go in (Go in)
Get paid right just to handle biz
Lot of money open up his wig (What?)
Split him apart, hit a kid
Keep squeezin’, shoot that bitch again (Woo)
Kill shit, we’ll never end (Nah)
Snitch on me, gotta lock me in
Bitch nigga tried to handle folks, they tried to box me in (Bitch nigga)
Came out the whip like Rambo, nigga, poppin’ shit (Yeah)
Homie came out with two Glocks in the backseat, he on Max Payne shit (Ooh)
And we not squeezin’ for fun, we aimin’
Opps think they’ll catch me slippin’ again, what the fuck they thinkin’? (What the fuck?)
Smash off, left somebody stankin’
Call my lawyer, tell him come pick this money up, it’s a situation (Yeah)
Prayin’ that these niggas don’t snitch on me and they partner don’t make it (Swear to God)
Throwed off, man, I’m talkin’ crazy (Yeah)
Slash that, man, I’m talkin’ brazy
Bitch nigga, man, you fugazi (Bitch nigga)
Niggas out here pump-fakin’ like they was with me when it was time to blaze it (Haha)
But this shit okay ’cause Slimeball extra paid, I ain’t have to pay (Nah)
Sometimes, I just wanna spray (Yeah)
Sometimes, man, I gotta pay (Yeah)
Long as a bitch nigga dead, then it’s good with me, know it’s still on my face (Yeah)
Play with mine, we gon’ step on your face
You ever seen a nigga killed for them faces?
Hitman for the money, he take it (Hitman)
Surgical with this shit, no type of training
Yeah (No, sir), I get wicked with this shit, man (Yay-ski)
Hop out the bushes, he pull in the driveway
When I hit the MAC, I turn that bitch sideways (Grrah, grrah)
Red bandana, yes, it’s over my face
Hood on my head and it’s tight with the lace (What’s brackin’, nigga?)

[Verse 2]
Still ride around with a dirty-ass K (Dirty)
On the fool shit all day, tryna play (Dumb)
Nigga just listen the sound of my K (Listen my K)
Brrrt, yeah
Ka-ka-ka-ka, click-clack, baow, bitch, we ate (Pussy)
Up in the stars, we gon’ creep with the moon (Yeah)
A maniac, nigga, fuck your little goon (Murder)
Nigga, you ever went and killed a goon?
Nighttime, turn a wolf to the moon (Nighttime)
Hop up on it, we gon’ blow all your goons (Eat ’em)
Niggas some pigs, we blow through they door
Blowin’ all the smoke, they run to them folks (They run to them folks)
Say they with this shit, but shit never show (This shit never show, man)
Your big homie let you down, nigga (What the fuck you mean, nigga?)
I told you

Young Stoner Life & Young Thug – Mack Truck Lyrics (feat. Jim Jones)

May 16, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh, ByrdGang
Birds still fly high
Is you vampin’ or you campin’? (Veor)
Just like them bricks we was stampin’, gettin’ rich, bitch (Capo)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Car drive itself so I don’t need a chauffeur (Skrrt)
F and N in my belt so I don’t need a holster (See that?)
Been gettin’ bread, who the f*ck needs a toaster? (Uh)
Shit, I beat the murder like OJ with mimosa
Gloves don’t fit, only thing missin’ is the white Bronco (Woo)
I been tryna get rich off that white blanco (Woo)
Now I’m sellin’ crypto, but I’m not a Crip, though (Uh-uh)
But I got that blue liquid sittin’ in my bank like it’s Hpno’ (East side)
Shit, I’m on my shit, though, like Baby in a Pull-Up
Don’t play, we’ll pull up, just like a pair of Huggies (Got that?)
I put guns on your head just like I gave you a noogie (Grr)
I know drug dealers that was rich and now they turned to a druggie (Damn)
But all in all, no complaints because I beat the odds (You got it)
And you can meet me at the plaza if you need a job
Even the boys know that we be the mob
With the windows up, you can’t see the stars (Woo)
That’s a double entendre if I’m drivin’ the Wraith (Facts)

Keep guns like it’s Contra, ’cause niggas they die when they safe (Stay dangerous)
I’d rather stay dangerous, when you see me fly through the H (Uh-huh)
Bought a new watch and I dropped a pie in the face
I’m a shit popper, but I back it up (Woo)
You get locked in the wrong house, I’ll have ’em pack you up (Get ’em)
On my waist sideways is how the MAC was tucked
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck, f*ck it, haha, shit

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Poppin’, poppin’ all these Roxies, Adderalls, ooh
I’m never stoppin’, land the jet, had red eyes
I’m poppin’ my shit, loungin’ in the pilot den
Watchin’ Power, I ain’t worried ’cause I’m timeless
Drop an earring on the ground, it’s easy to find me
Water on me up and down, you call me Dasani
Jeans by Thom Browne like I was a Chinese
All hell is going down if he try to try me
I’ma spit a hundred rounds out the Tommy
I’m just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny
Diamond worth a hundred thou’ and it’s tiny
I just spent a hundred thou’ and it’s tiny
I’ma spit a hundred rounds out a Tommy
I’m just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny

Joey Trap – REMORSE Lyrics

May 2, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro]
Niggas where I’m from don’t show remorse
I be ’round them niggas by them bricks and by the porch
When up by the trap, I got a beam on my, uh (Sredna in the city)

[Chorus]
When up by the trap, I hide a beam on my Glock
I just left the rollie store like a fiend, bought my watch
I keep buying this designer like I need it to shop
Still remember all them days, was selling beans on the block, hey

[Verse 1]
Girl, what’s hannenin’?
That’s your shorty? I ain’t know, but she gon’ bring her friends
Get my pole and post up on ’em, we don’t play prеtend
Bitch, we smokin’ out the pound, thе fuck you need a ten?
Got a bad yellowbone that get me freaky
I just love it when she try so hard to please me
I just took a thirty, got me sleepy
I woke up in Hennessy and I was knee deep
Got my pack today, what would I wait on
In the Beamer, in that Jag, you niggas skate off, ayy
Pull out that MAC, ayy
Crew with the strap, ayy
City on my back, ayy
They still call me whack, ayy
I still got them Benji’s, I still rock Fendi
Young nigga got plenty, fuck nigga don’t test me
Dumb nigga, we slide on if a dumb nigga try to tempt me
Bitch just my side ho, so please don’t act friendly

[Verse 2]
Niggas where I’m from don’t show remorse
I be ’round them niggas by them bricks and by the porch
I was in that Bentley smokin’ dutches with a torch
You was on the subway tryna act like you a boss
Who really lost?

Young Stoner Life & Young Thug – Mack Truck Lyrics

April 23, 2021Azlyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh, Bird Gang
Birds still fly high
Is you vampin’ or you campin?
Just like them bricks we was stampin’, gettin’ rich, bitch (Capo)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Car drive itself so I don’t need a chauffeur (Skrrt)
F and N in my belt so I don’t need a holster (See that?)
Been gettin’ bread, who the fuck needs a toaster? (Uh)
Shit, I beat the murder like OJ with mimosa
Gloves don’t fit, only thing missin’ is the white Bronco (Woo)
I been tryna get rich off that white blanco (Woo)
Now I’m sellin’ crypto, but I’m not a Crip, though (Uh-uh)
But I got that blue liquid sittin’ in my bank like it’s Hpno’ (East side)
Shit, I’m on my shit, though, like Baby in a Pull-Up
Don’t play, we’ll pull up, just like a pair of Huggies (Got that?)
I put guns on your head just like I gave you a noogie (Grr)
I know drug dealers that was rich and now they turned to a druggie (Damn)
But all in all, no complaints because I beat the odds (You got it)
And you can meet me at the plaza if you need a job
Even the boys know that we be the mob
With the windows up, you can’t see the stars (Woo)
That’s a double entendre if I’m drivin’ the Wraith (Facts)
Keep guns like it’s Contra, ’cause niggas they die when they safe (Stay dangerous)
I’d rather stay dangerous, when you see me fly through the H (Uh-huh)
Bought a new watch and I dropped a pie in the face
I’m a shit popper, but I back it up (Woo)
You get locked in the wrong house, I’ll have ’em pack you up (Get ’em)
On my waist sideways is how the MAC was tucked
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck, fuck it, haha, shit

Spotemgottem – Same Day Lyrics

March 31, 2021Azlyrics

(808 Mafia)

I drop that shit that make em
I drop that shit that make em
I drop that shit that make em
Oh, I drop that shit that make em (Haha)

I drop that shit that make em lean bout it (Lean bout it)

Grab the MAC (Grab that MAC nigga)
Whack a nigga, keep the hat
Now I pop his top (Pop his top)

Lil Durk, King Von & Booka600 – Out the Roof Lyrics

March 6, 2021Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Lil Durk]
I hang wit’ murderers
I hang wit’
I hang wit’, ayy, bitch
And I hang with murderers for sure
[?]
(TouchofTrent be wildin’ with it)

[Verse 1: Booka600 & Lil Durk]
We done put some cash on their head, foe and ’em like, “Where to shoot?” (Let’s get it, yeah)
Thirty in this mag and I blow that bitch just like a flute (Like a flute)
Pull up with a bad little bitch (Yeah, yeah), I’m in the Bentley coupe (Yeah)
Money bussin’ out the stash, had to take the load up out the room (Man, what?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Lil’ bro on your ass, then he spaz when he out the roof (Let’s get it)
Lil’ foe and ’em be T’ed, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (Out of here)
Come run up your blick like you on that, they gon’ challenge you
I can’t even cap, I had that MAC, I held a lot of tool (Ayy, Durk, where your bitch ass at?)
I’m on the Lam’, nigga (Bet)
Slide through, bitch, I shoot and drive too (Let’s get it)
Why you namin’ him like he could save you? Bitch, he high too
Why you keep on bringin’ up the murders that your guys do? (Bitch)
Why you keep on postin’ up them guns that your guys shoot? (Gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 3: King Von & Booka600]
Von
Niggas always woofin’ like they like that (Huh? Huh?)
Tryna ride my wave, that nigga drown, he need a life vest (Drown, drown, drown)
O’Block my chain, I left Icebox and I went right back (Bling, baow)
That nigga pussy, when he by his self, nah, he ain’t like that (Nah, nah)
I keep a forty (Boom)
Who you got? Why you talking ’bout all them bodies?
Who you shot? Where you at? Why you talking ’bout you gon’ rob me? (Where you at?)
If it’s that, where you at? Steady actin’ like he cocky (Actin’ like he cocky)
I got out of jail and got a mill’ and took off like a rocket (Boom, boom)
Booka man smokin’ on that Tooka man, for sure (Booka man smokin’ on that)
You a stupid man, you thinkin’ I’ma oop, my man, is you slow? (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t know who you is, boy, I’m chargin’ thirty for a show
Send it, greenlight, it’s a go
And I gotta get it with my pole

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
Ayy, why the fuck you callin’ back, boy?
I’m in your cut, nigga (Grrah)
He call my phone like he my mans, you know it’s up with us (Let’s get it)
Foe and ’em Houdini, magic trick, they turn you blunts, nigga (They turn you blunts)
He tryna get up, like he dyin’ like that one nigga (Man, what?)

[Outro: Lil Durk]
Oh man, y’all just kill my mans, man
So? Fuck him, bitch
His ass with Tooka anyway, damn
Dead niggas
300, O’Block shit
600 shit, bitch
Gang, OTF
Yeah
Ayy, when they, that shit be funny Tee, when they ass be tweakin’ and shit
You get right on a nigga ass

Lil’ Duke – We Get It Lyrics (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

November 5, 2020Azlyrics

[Intro: Lil Duke]
Yeah, YSL shit, true facts, ya dig?

[Hook: Lil Duke]
Nigga we get it, we get it
My niggas, yea turn to a 50
Calling my niggas, they with it
Pull up, 8 shots at yo’ [?]
Most of these niggas, they with it
Niggas be falling in love with these bitches
Niggas they act just like hoes, in they feelings
Mind on the money and I want a million
I’m trying to stack that shit tall as a building
Ferrari come through the hood with no ceiling
I’m not a rapper, bitch I am a dealer
Sipping on lean and I hope it don’t kill me
Pour up that lean and we don’t even measure it
Young nigga came from that hood, I’m a veteran
I had to break on the cops, I was selling it
Running with nothing but felonies

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Don’t speak on my name ’bout that broke shit, irrelevant
Racks on me just like I just got a settlement
We putting dick in yo’ bitch cause she know that we ball
Sweep her the wrong number when she asks can she call
5 or 10 racks when we ball
5 or 10 racks in the mall
Don’t talk to rats, they get off
Cashing then backing right out
Soon as we walk in they wildin’
Fans, they screaming, they rowdy
Bitch, I been trapping the Audi’s
Push button with the frog lights
Sipping like I’m straight from Texas
Drinking lean, pouring dark Sprites
f*cked up a check and I got it right back
If I ever fall, Thugger got my back
For a little nothing, I can get a nigga wet
Pop, they with that MAC, I’ma hop out and get it cracking

Pour up that lean and we don’t even measure it
Young nigga came from that hood, I’m a veteran
I had to break on the cops, I was selling it
Running with nothing but felonies

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I am the streets, so we think nothing higher
Shooting out something that crawl like a spider
Money get beat, what the f*ck I desire
Take flight like a pilot, won’t be nothing flyer
I know these f*ck niggas sing like the choir
Run up on Truth, I can help you kids fire
Burn ’em like the tires, when I’m moving by ya
Told ’em I was thugging, tripping I’ma try ya
I do not want to talk
Make you run in that safe like you Marshall Faulk
Take you right to the plug, nigga f*ck a drought
Hit the ghetto like, look what the f*ck I bought
Anyplace that can make guarantees, I called it
All this shit on my neck dripping like a faucet
Nigga, water water, don’t know what it costed
I’m a fool, you can tell how these haters lost it
I’m the business
Nigga this’ll be my year
Thinking different I might pull up on ya
I’m a gangster nothing I can fear
Hit up Duke and Slime and run that gun up on ya
I am [?] nigga don’t forget it
All across yo’ head, you’d think I was [?]
Straight up out of Texas, look at how I kick it
Swingers on the Phantom, look at how I sitted

Mistah F.a.b. – Survive Lyrics (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Crooked I & Kobe Honeycutt)

October 10, 2020Azlyrics

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Life in the city, life in the city
Oakland, California, Compton, California
But we survive
Only the strongest survive
Life, life in the city
In the city and nigga's tryna survive
Only the strongest survive

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
You ever been a victim of being a prisoner inside your own mind?
The bright lights of the street lights will make you go blind
Handicap your senses, you was just an apprentice of watching niggas jump fences
Now you in the Olympics and your hurdle was high enough to clear the tallest of clothes lines
Talented when they closing in on your behind
Life of a young delinquent, even stole him a Lincoln
At fifteen, middle fingers walked out the precinct
I mean the cycle just continue
The vital information and fine print on the menu
So you'll never read it even if a nigga lend you
Money out my own pocket, to make it right
You'll still attend to
Be on them corners with stop signs and a nine
Cause nine times out of ten, MAC 11's cry
And twelve died yesterday and if anyone divides
The six that carried you eventually lose they lives
True story
[Hook: Kobe Honeycutt]
When the night falls anything can happen
We just pray we make it out alive
We all wanna make it to the top one day
Success is a street only going one way
But we all won't make it
Just try your best to survive

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B]
(You all wanna see a dead body?)
Well, follow me across the train tracks
Where angry and insane Blacks
They slang crack
Candles burn where they were slain at
And bottles get poured where they would hang at
Close, I give you truth in this essence
Dead homies added to swears when truth is in question
Like "Man I think he lying or he put that on someone"
If I known you ten years, got the right to say we cousins
I'm from the city of broken homes, and often I was home alone

And momma started smoking cause daddy was scared to smoke alone
Section 8 policies, Top Ramen and sunflower seeds
June got kill't cause he ain't wanna lose his Wallaby's
Constant atrocities, no one is safe
There's no religion that can save you, say goodbye to your faith
Whether you Muslim or a Christian, Baptist, Jewish or Adventist, Atheist or non-religious
Put survival on your wishlist
Cuz
[Hook: Kobe Honeycutt]
When the night falls anything can happen
We just pray we make it out alive
We all wanna make it to the top one day
Success is a street only going one way
But we all won't make it
Just try your best to survive

[Verse 3: KXNG CROOKED]
You walked in the apartment and saw your father on the carpet
With a belt wrapped around his arm and a scarf under his armpit
And a needle shoved in his bicep
Earlier this morning you warned him
His addict habits are something you couldn't digest
You cry saying "I just don't wanna see you die"
Now you tryna dissect the fact that he hasn't opened his eyes yet
You collapsed on his body and you started thinking
I could perform CPR, jump start his heart if it's beating
But his pulse started to weaken
His cardio region depleting as you given him part of your breathing
He dead and gone and you had a bad feeling when you was heading home
Now it's etched in stone, you've been left alone
So you grabbed his chrome gun, handle all pearl, aw nah girl
Put it to your head, thinking, f*ck everybody like a call girl in a small world
Then pulled back but it didn't clap
Damn
[Hook: Kobe Honeycutt]
When the night falls anything can happen
We just pray we make it out alive
We all wanna make it to the top one day
Success is a street only going one way
But we all won't make it
Just try your best to survive

Quilly – Who Gon Stop Us Lyrics (feat. Pnb Rock)

February 8, 2020Azlyrics

[Intro: Quilly]
Feel good, don’t nobody touch the heat either

[Verse 1: Quilly]
When it really come down to it
You don’t really wanna go through it
I’ll put a check on your head, I’ll tell my shooter “just do it”
You don’t wanna beef; 5 Guys
Put some Chicken on your head; Popeyes
What’s a walk down to a drive by?
Put the pound to you; no high five
On your roof like satellite WIFI
Have niggas’ sleepin’ on your crib nigga
Lawyer paid off, I’ma beat the case
Hungry lil’ nigga that’ll eat the plate
Ruth Chris, boy, you’re lookin’ like Steak
Shooters on go, never heard of breaks
Whats attempt murder to a murder case?
All my niggas’ boosting up the murder rate
My youngins’ don’t read or write, but they squeeze on sight
For that cheese, alright?
Got a fiend, all white, bring me green all night
Got a fiend, all black, on the first, get a stack
If we go to court, you’re the first one to rat
MAC wit the ladder, be the first one to clap
Street credit good, nigga, you can check the stat
Paperwork clean, I was never into that
And, you was never into this, hatin’ ass niggas
Said I never would be rich
“Talk about the pain”, hold up, let me reminisce
How I owe you? You ain’t never give me shit
Now I’m makin’ all hits; won’t miss
Now, I got a full stomach, full clip
Michael Jordan on the mic; no bullshit
Hope you never forget, I will never forfeit
Gold on the grill but the (?)
This the type of flow to put the house on the hill
Live by the street rule; kill or be killed
I’ma get it in, Inshallah; Lord will
Know a couple hood niggas’ that’ll ride for me
Uptown niggas’, put you in the sky for me
Got that 57 sittin’ on the side of me
And, I would never sing, quiet as a Library
No stop signs, all green lights, tuck a nigga in, help him sleep tight
I remember times, I ain’t eat nights, sleep nights
You don’t know about this street life

[Chorus: PNB Rock] (2x)
All of my niggas, we came from the bottom
Don’t play wit my niggas, we play wit them choppers
100 in the drum, bitch, you better run
We ain’t gotta aim, cock it, and, we spray
Take your life away, who gonna stop us?

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rich As Hell Lyrics

October 12, 2019Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
17
D-Roc

[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell

[Verse 1]
Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin’, my niggas haulin’
Niggas be talkin’ and I catch ’em walkin’
I do this often, fuck it, I off ’em
Know that I got ’em, you know I’ma stalk ’em
Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off ’em
All this smoke, it got me coughin’
MAC’s-11, I be steppin’, bitch, I’m reckless, I’m dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain’t tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I’m with it, hmm
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan’ play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail ’em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won’t tell ’em
Talkin’ on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

[Verse 2]
Whip that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a nigga be kickin’
I got cases pending, I got THC, it’s liquid
If I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin’ up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin’ it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don’t sniff that
‘Cause bitch, I’ma kick you out, you know that we ain’t with that
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don’t talk, bitch
I don’t care ’bout what they talkin’, fuck her best friend, bitch, I’m rich
Fuck your man man, ho, I’m lit
Plus my whole clique full of pits
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can’t drip like this

[Outro]
17
D-Roc

NAV – Addicted to the Fast Life Lyrics

August 31, 2019Azlyrics

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[Intro]
I’m addicted to the fast life
I was broke, now that’s my past life

[Pre-Chorus]
I got a diamond necklace, diamond bracelet (Yeah)
Bad bitch, ass done, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing (Yeah)
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Chorus]
I’m addicted to the fast life (I just wanna go fast)
I don’t know who I fucked last night (But I know she had a ass)
I was broke, now that’s my past life (Left that bullshit in the past)
Blow a check, I got my cash right (Spendin’ all this cash)

[Verse 1]
I’ve been blowin’ cash, I been smokin’ gas
I just took a half, I gave the other half to Cash
Remember when I rang her down, and she ain’t call me back
Now when I’m in my city, bitches don’t know how to act
This famous shit feel wack now, gotta trace my tracks now
Cameras on attack now, bitches sneakin’ snaps now
Try me, you get clapped, we in the club without a pat-down
Told ’em not to worry, body still won’t put the MAC down
X to the O, snipin’ hoes, designer clothes, bags of, dope
Lambos, Rangers, Roves, lots of gun smoke
When the fast life stress me out, the drink make it slow

[Pre-Chorus]
Diamond necklace, diamond bracelet
Bad bitch, ass done, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Verse 2]
Smoke inside my ride, pull up to the vibe
Red all in my eyes, screamin’, “Fuck the other side”
We winnin’, you can’t lie, yeah, we certified
I ain’t scared to die, screamin’, “Fuck the other side”
I just bumped into a bitch I fucked the other night
She said “hi” and I said “bye”, yeah, I’m laughin’ while she cryin’
I been gettin’ money, runnin’ out of shit to buy
But there’s lots of drugs to try, get codeine and get some Sprite
Turned the studio to a trap, left the Rex and I ain’t goin’ back
Where the crack and all the straps at? It wasn’t cool to wear a knapsack
In the hallways playin’ Blackjack, skipped class, never passed math
Teachers that said I wouldn’t be shit, they linin’ up with a bus pass

[Pre-Chorus]
Diamond necklace, diamond bracelet
Bad bitch, ass done-, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

Young Thug – Just How It Is Lyrics

August 16, 2019Azlyrics

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[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

[Verse 1]
Put it in a Uber, send it to a shooter
Ask me how they do it, kickin’ shit, Ryu, Ken
Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab
Hit ’em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed
Cash on the delivery (Ayy)
G.O.A.T. talk of the century (Oh)
No time for gibberish, all the critics hearin’ this
All the bitches lipstick, and her pussy slippery
I can call a troop, go by the name of Duke
Kidnap a kangaroo, I can send a moose (Woo)
Niggas stole a chain, but I ain’t worried, fool
I’ma keep on spinnin’ ’til they tell me who

[Verse 2]
I don’t gotta throw you shit like Kaepernick, nah
I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick
Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich
I can tell you how to die or how to live in this bitch
I can tell you how to talk the most impeccable shit
I can show you how to walk like you got decimals, bitch
Show you how I can get the top from all the top ten bitches
I got white Adderalls and I have amoxicillin
I got lights on, baby, I got moths in this bitch
No fly zone, caught you like you’re mouse in this bitch
Growin’ tycoon and I took some losses, you bitch
I’m a boss, but I don’t like to take a loss in this bitch (Wheezy outta here)
Such a player but I cake and cuddle all of my bitches
I got layers, I got millions, I got all type of buildings
Fuck around and air the pussy nigga out like linen
Last nigga tried me, almost got popped in Lenox
As the cops, ask the detectives, they know all the business
Ask the cops and the detectives, all the jury districts
Ask the kids at school who ambitious, all the missions
Gave the lawyer close to two mil’, he handle all the killings
I don’t know and I don’t wanna know who ‘flodged Bentley’s
I don’t know what’s goin’ bro, I think they all spillin’
We don’t speak ’bout shit on wax, it’s all mob business
We known to kill the biggest cats of all kitties

Lil Uzi Vert – R.I.P. Chico Lyrics

August 12, 2019Azlyrics

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[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man‚ I miss lil Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me‚ he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on duo (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular‚ I tapped out from the deep throat

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, what you saying? Uh, tell me what you saying, uh
Serving sand, uh, in front of the cam’, uh
Counting bands, huh, on top of the land
You’s a fan, yeah, we [?] put you down, yeah
Took a stand, yeah, that boy, he’s a cancer (Bitch)
20 bands, yeah, 20 get you canceled (Bye-bye)
Swerve that Range, yeah, this is not a Land Rover (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Skrr)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh (Ooh), ooh (Chico)
Ooh (Ayy, three hoes, ayy), ooh (Oh)
Uh, understand (Understand)
Ooh, you don’t understand, understand (Understand)
What I had to do as a man (As a man)
Just to make it all the way from the land (From the land)
And still able to go to the land (To the land)
I’m still stunned that he really took the stand
But that’s okay, we cut his ass off like a branch (Like a branch)
Ooh, I got all the sauce, don’t need no ranch (Don’t need no ranch)
MAC-11 got your outfit damped (That’s the MAC, yeah)
Yeah, and my necklace shining like a lamp (Lamp)
These niggas don’t want it with my team (No, they don’t)
Yeah, I texted his girl at 4:03 (1600, yeah)
Yeah, I found out he was an O-P-P (1600, yeah)
Shawty walked past, act like he ain’t on me (Ooh)
‘Cause he know I had that 30 on my belt (On my belt)
Got them hollow tips so you can’t scream for help (No, you can’t)
Now you laying all on the floor
You did that for 304
That we don’t even own
She fuck with a nigga from way back
That gave her her own
Thousand dollar cologne
Ring, ring, which phone?
I’m so high, I don’t know
I’ma show you broke niggas what getting money about (‘Bout)
My mansions so big inside, damn near I put a house (House)
Diamonds on my wrist, these shits is wetter than her mouth (How?)
Cause a murder scene, pick up the bullets, now we out (We out)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan, we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they faneto
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Remember I walked out my house to a shootout, it was veto (Woo)
This was way before I was toting my pole
But he did the stain, he ain’t need me though (Ayy)
2010, ran two, three poles
Me and lil’ [?], them know what we on (What?)
And now I go out field, two, three rolls (Ayy)
Run up a 50 on two or three shows
And my boy Uzi get 80 a show (80 a show, what?)
So we got all the hoes
Told my jeweler, “Man, I don’t wanna see no gold” (Pointers)
I want all of those (Ayy)
And we can’t wait for a new opponent
Free smoke, we want all of those
50 round drum stay up on us
Draco, flippin’ them car right over
I go nuts for my fallen soldiers
First like the Rover, I’m not [?] (Ayy)
Long live [?], ooh, [?] (What?)
Just talked to [?] about [?] the other day
He said, “Wish I was home”
Can’t let no fuck nigga see me cry, only when I’m alone (When I’m alone, R.I.P. the nigga)
Smoke dope when I’m alone
Pray the Lord’ll let me go blazin’ when he call me home
I ain’t seen them Ms, let me go brazy ‘fore you call me home
I made a hundred Ms, I been touched the Ms

DJ Snake – Smile Lyrics

July 27, 2019Azlyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing the world famous T R A P S O U L king
Sing yeah
Huh, wassup‚ baby?
Ha‚ yeah‚ I see you, girl, you stylin’
Ayy‚ you stylin’
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Must be hard to keep ’em off you, girl
I know they wanna go, they must be
Uh‚ fiendin’ for it, honestly, I’m dreamin’ for it
I can see, I can see you finally (Yeah)
Singin’, yeah, you had enough (That’s right)
I can tell you had enough (Slow down)
And the bill keep addin’ up
Got dressed for the night, you bad as fuck (You bad)
Giddy up, keep backin’ it up (Keep back)
Her lips on MAC, no truck
If her nigga keep actin’ up, I’m
Hmm, that’s right
I’m, I’m on it, yeah
Right, you can tell I want it, yeah
Walk back, girl I had to hop on it, girl
Let’s call it a night, you damn right
Cool with me if you stayin’ the night
He blew your high like dandelion
You make your wish, I grant it right

[Chorus]
I’m only ridin, ridin’ out then slidin’ out
‘Less you right there beside me
Glidin’ down the street
I like to see you smilin’
Yeah yeah, you know I like to see you smilin’
Ain’t seen it in a while
A while
Y-Yeah, I like your smile, ain’t seen it in a while, while, while
Yeah, uh-huh
I said it’s been a while, while, while (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Ayy, and you keep that head strong
I could take that edge off
Girl, you know my sex great
My weed is good, my bed soft
Let me take them pants off
Pull every single layer off
Nope, I don’t play at all
And ya had to lay him off (That’s right)
Little boy slacked on the job (That’s right)
That boy work quarter time (Time)
He no work overtime (OT)
You can tell him it’s over now (It’s over)
Go tell him I hold you down (You down)
That nigga won’t slow you down
Wanna see you go forward now (Ayy, I got ya)
Wanna see you go forward now (Forward now)
Gotta keep you going now (Goin’ now)
I can’t let you throw it down
Let me light your torch now (She fire)
He like to dim your light
Girl, I’m just glad you know it now
I can’t even ride Porsche now

[Chorus]
Without you there riding, riding out then slidin’ out
‘Less you right there beside me
Glide down the street
I like to see you smilin’
Oh yeah, you know I like to see you smilin’
Ain’t seen it in a while
A while
Y-Yeah, I like your smile, ain’t seen it in a while, while, while
Settle down now
Yeah, uh-huh
(Been a while)
I said it’s been a while, while, while (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Know I miss you smilin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, been a while
Baby what’s been going on?
And your smile been missin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, been a while

Future – Talk Shit Like a Preacher Lyrics

January 18, 2019Azlyrics

[Intro]
I’m lovin’ it
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I’ma tell you some shit
Yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done fucked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin’ it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)

[Verse]
I wrapped in saran (I wrapped in saran)
I fucked it, I’m payin’ (Fucked it, I’m payin’)
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a 4-4
Strapped up, goin’ loco (Cuckoo)
Makin’ over the Richard Mille
Gettin’ fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon’ mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, don’t tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done fucked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)

[Outro]
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)

Shoreline Mafia – Moving Work Lyrics

December 7, 2018Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I make money, break money, can’t no nigga take from me
Boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin’
I’m with Rob Vicious, we’re not chasin’ no bitches
We been chasin’ the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
We everything that you isn’t, my niggas handle they business
We not fakin’, no snitchin’, I put my trust in no bitches
We up in the kitchen, saran wrappin’ and sippin’
Heard that pussy nigga dissin’, ‘nother chop for the victim
I’m a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin’
Robbin’ niggas, poor runnin’, fuck around and blow somethin’
I been in the trap but a nigga makin’ show money
Hatin’ ass broke lil’ niggas makin’ no money

[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
I know why you niggas hate me, ’cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil’ homie love them Glocks
Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious ’cause I’m vicious in the pot
Went from sellin’ junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
I got problems
Niggas steady talkin’, but you niggas don’t want drama (Nah)
Pull up on you tweakin’, shootin’ pistols at your mama
I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang)
Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin’ out the llama
Sucks when niggas die and it ain’t even ’bout no commas
Work a nine to five and you won’t even spend a dollar
I grind for me and mine, that’s why these kicks on me Prada
Went from robbin’ niggas to shippin’ my brother product
Niggas talkin’ crazy, that’s what got the party shot up
He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
Who shot him? that fifty gon’ bless him for talkin’ ’bout us

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse

[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Two sixes, that’s a Desert, I do shit you niggas doesn’t
Poured it up with my lil’ cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn’t
In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain’t no cap
I just did a sixteen, I ain’t talkin ’bout no rap
Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill
Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill
You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils
So I keep pushin’ pills, ridin’ ’round with that steel

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse

Meek Mill – Tic Tac Toe Lyrics

December 1, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
It’s a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil’ fish, uh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
‘Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin’ too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain’t no stopping me
Talk on the ‘net, don’t apply to me
I can’t be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon’ slide for me
All that talk, that’s cap, nigga
Y’all be soundin’ like cops to me
Layin’ on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain’t no robbin’ me
I don’t want my old bitch back (I don’t wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can’t fuck with these niggas (Fuck ’em)
But I still send ’em my love (Yeah)
I ain’t gotta trap no more (No)
I’ma just give ’em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I’m not cuffin’ these thots (No)
You ain’t gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have ’em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin’ back to back, huh

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin’ my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin’ that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin’ her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin’ to say
See ’em, it’s nothin’ to talk about (Nothin’)
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin’ smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer ’cause honestly I’ve just been makin’ ’em hot (Yeah)
I’m not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it’s on sight, see me, he ain’t do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
Fuck it, I’m doin’ her dirty (Dirty)
Don’t even know what I’m in it for (I don’t)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I’m fuckin’ her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin’ to get to first place (First place)
We don’t pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh

Lil Durk – Is What It Is Lyrics

November 10, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Southside
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

[Verse 1]
I need that check right now
I’m in the stu’ off the X right now, yeah
Rollin’ on air right now
Fuck around, text their ex right now
You not so tough right now
You in my city, you a guest right now (Uh)
We ain’t gonna talk about drip
I’m in Chanel, you in Guess right now (Pussy)
I hit the road for the shows
Just run up, gon’ bring their poles with ’em
A lot of these niggas so lame
Don’t pull up, you ain’t got your loads with ’em
These bitches be playin’ with their nose
I pull up with a bag of Cole Bennett
I pull up on Izzy for gold
55K for some gold pendants
I’m sellin’ drugs to my tenants
Broke niggas always try to come with opinions (Yeah)
Ridin’ through the city in a Bentley
Could’ve been tinted, Chanel, but I want that Bentley (Uh)
Realest nigga that you’ve come upon
Free Ralo, he run up a marathon
Good gas like a Marathon
Killin’ shit with their hazards on
A fresh 20 just to add it on
I put 20 in my Rag & Bones
Type of shit I be braggin’ on
Make a call, put a ratchet on you
You a goofy, they gon’ stash it on you
You ain’t gang, don’t ask for money
O.T., they tax to join

[Verse 2]
I’m standin’ on couches with CCs
Gotta watch out ’cause they shootin’ up FEFEs
They told me don’t go without bein’ ’round killers
‘Cause killers be watchin’ these VVs
You think he a killer, but his ass a goofy
I heard he be ridin’ the weewees
His lil’ bitch be trippin’
She ask for some Gucci, but she know she get on her knee-knees
Audemars, bust it down, 30, I bust it down
Niggas won’t lower the pounds
You vouchin’ for clowns, you can’t come around (Pussy)
Nowadays, niggas fight, these niggas gon’ pull out cell phones
Nowadays when we fight, my niggas gon’ pull out a nail gun, yeah
One call for raw beef, they tryna nail somethin’
Don’t condone the violence
But if you gon’ nail him, nail him ’cause they’ll tell somethin’
No threats on the internet
I told my guys don’t go way into that
Next time don’t have your kids with you
I’ma tell lil’ folks to go finish that
Go get the Bentley, MAC
I nut on my bitch with a pretty ass
You not right there, where you really at?
I’m on the Lam’ with 300 guys, yeah
You not a street nigga
You see a shootout, you gon’ get excited
You not a street nigga
Instagram watch your murder, you gon’ get indicted, yeah
Now my page on private (Page on private)
Now my phone on silent (Phone on silent)
I ain’t tryna answer no questions (Answer no questions)
I don’t know what happened (Nah)
All I know is he was cappin’, trippin’
Callin’ my phone, tellin’ his business
I don’t wanna hear ’bout no killin’
And you ain’t one of them niggas who killin’

Lil Yachty – I’m the Mac Lyrics

October 20, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
DN, DN, DN
Dropped out of school, that shit was for the pussies
Rockin’ ice, that shit, that got me pussy
Ooh, niggas tryna overlook me
Say what you want, just don’t push me (Uh)

[Chorus]
I’m the mack, I’m the mack
Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, ooh (Yeah)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, ooh (Yeah)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack
Keep a sack, fifty racks, a’ight (Ooh)
Baby, have a talk with your son
That nigga lookin’ like a sack, huh (Bitch)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, huh (Mack)
I’m the mack with the MAC, huh (I’m the mack)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Mack)
Minor setbacks for major comebacks, ooh (A’ight)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Skeet)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Skeet)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Ooh)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Lips, I wanna fuck on them lips (Uh)
Baby got natural hips, yeah (Ooh)
Beat from the back while she drip (Drip, drip, drip)
Hey, these niggas pussy like Tom
These niggas wastin’ my time (My time)
The brokest nigga love to chime
In, out, been ’bout
Ben Franks, ask the bank
I may hit lick like a Jumpman
Doin’ donuts like a stuntman (Skeet, skeet, skeet)
Somebody slide me some oil, no tin man
Can’t ride in your whip, ain’t no tint, man
Bitch (Uh)

6ix9ine – BREAKIN IT DOWN Lyrics

October 17, 2018Azlyrics

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (you fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (what)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (ywhat)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
You know we ain’t making a sound (big stupid)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga, run that
‘Til they let Rowdy out, we gon’ let these semis out
Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad, let the MAC clap
‘Til they free Biggavel, gotta give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, beam hit his knees
Made him scream, when that nigga fell, shootout with the law
Or the morgue ‘fore I sit in jail, niggas say they love me
I can see it in these niggas eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need their company, they smilin’ when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’, then the shotgun, like the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin’ ditches for these niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga, road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, “So trill”?
Nigga, this is New York, make the wrong move
And the goons let the tool spark, work hard and move salt
8 Ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement
Diesel like the gas station, trap out the basement
Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces
Let ’em act sketch, but this lead will erase ’em, on gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 2: Hudson Flo]
Creeping through the darkness

Lil Pump – Multi Millionaire lyrics

October 5, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Oh
Lil pump, yeah
What’s up?
How’d it go last week?
Eh, eh, uhm
How’s your man now?
Yeah, Huh (Huh)
Danny I See You

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty, oh)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Took thirty bands out to bust down pipe
Got your baby mama off a Tesla and she sniffin’ white
Fuck that bitch two times, I ain’t know that that’s your wife (oh)
And I got hungry for some wings so I took a flight (eh)
If I die, bury me with two bust downs on my wrist
Drive for mollys on my casket add three pints of Actavis
My house made is super thick, my house made is super thick
She finna go clean my house then she finna suck my-
Owh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (let’s go)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (let’s go)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, and my headlights on a deer
I can make a bitch stop stare, oh (stop stare)
Had to go cop two pair, oh
Gucci coat over my glare, oh
Know who I fear, oh
I can fuck ya bitch in a chair (let’s go)
These moves is nothin’ (lets go)
I’m gettin’ the money
I fucked your lil’ bitch took her right out of London
I’m gettin’ this sounds as I keep it a hunnid
You look at my chain and that bitch is so sunny
It’s muhfuckin’ cold, it leave ya nose runnin’
I got a bitch live out and don’t look at money
I’m move with the I drum and I’m bought like I’m drummin’
Got Uzi’s and MAC’s in my Bentley truck
Let’s go

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)

Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
If you rich, put your bust down in the air
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’

2Pac – Why U Turn On Me (Original) Lyrics

August 31, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ahaha niggas love turning this shit ol’ switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers, just be friends
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up, get it up (never thought it would come through)
Hahaha.. used to had love for ’em, why you turnin’ on me?
Why me? Yeah nigga westside, how you do it boy?

[Verse 1]
I went from, nothin’ to somethin’ now they all wanna see me fallin’
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
They say we hate the East coast, but that’s funny
Got a lot of love for, any nigga gettin’ money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas tripped
It was hip-hop until 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch
Y’all niggas hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggas get paid
Have me catchin’ cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin’ three strikes
And we might, just blast God bless the child, that can get cash
But all these niggas turnin’ and never learn
Got a long line of niggas player hatin’ me but gettin’ burned
Talk a lot of shit but you’s a trick in drag
Like the MAC make you fall back and stick yo’ ass for back stab

[Chorus]
Never thought it would come through
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Why y’all trippin’?
Heheha
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Although two juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playin’ catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin’ drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin’ brew
What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {*laughter*}
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck Wendy Williams and I pray you choke (fuck you, you fat bitch)
On the next dick down your throat
For turnin’ on me

[Chorus]
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Fat bitch can’t fuck with me
It’s Thug life biaatch
I used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Outro]
I fuck around and put a hit on your fat ass
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen Wendy Williams fat ass?
Why you always wearin’ spandex, you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat ho’
I’m puttin’ Jenny Craig on you bitch
I’m about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
Through Jenny Craig to come find yo’ ass
And put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It’s 2Pac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn’t like what I said about that other trick
And Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga!
If a nigga didn’t want to get talked about
He shouldn’ta stepped in the fuckin’ ring
If Tyson don’t want to get knocked out
He don’t step in the fuckin’ ring, that’s how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that’s what 2Pac gon’ do
When niggas come against me, I’ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin’ other
This old motherfuckin’ nigga in the South told me nigga
It’s more than one way to skin a cat
It’s more than one way to shoot a gat
It’s more than one way to die nigga
When I’m through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
Why y’all turnin’ on me? Why me?

Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics

August 13, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin’
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I’ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin’
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don’t want another nigga
I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 2: Nas]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
God bless ya, met ya
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

Moneybagg Yo – Exactly Lyrics

July 28, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
[?]
Can’t hear you
Punch me in
Do it all over

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Back then she ain’t fuck with a nigga, but now she wanna cuff me
My sack bigger
Fuck on her, I leave
I’m that nigga
Dope on top of them trees like cat litter
I ain’t choosing no side, I stay in the middle
How the fuck he gon’ ride? He ain’t kill a nigga
I got over two bodies like John Diller
[?], we done hung niggas
Wockhardt on the bottle, that’s actually
Crack the seal
What I’m pouring up? Actavis
New Ferrari, buy it
I put a MAC in it
Yellow bitch, big booty
I’m smashing shit
From the gutter, fuck the rapping
I’m jacking shit
Money talking
Nigga playing, we smashing shit
[?], nigga know that we cancel shit
Fully loaded, fully ammo, immaculate

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’? let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic
Hey!

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
(Bagg)
For that pack I want exactly what I told you
And that’s closure
Dispensary out in Colorado, keep a backwood full of doja
Machine gun ‘cross the shoulder, wake the whole house up
Folgers
Shawty tripping on poster, like I’m ‘posed to
She want exposure
Six cars, I’m more than mobile
Rockstar, I’m never sober
Shit at all, what I owe them exactly?
Two for one, only one was a baddie
Plug hit, say he having contractions
That mean yay on the way (any day)
Straight off the block to a billboard spot
That mean I’m hotter than May

[Outro]
Tay Keith too bangin’

BlocBoy JB – Prod By BlocBoy Lyrics

April 19, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
Hah, hah, check it (word)
Hah hah hah (yeah yeah yeah), check it
(Yeah, yeah) hah, hah (yeah yeah yeah)
Hah (Bloc), hah (whoa), hah (word)

[Verse]
These niggas after me
I got them shooters on balconies
I’m gettin’ head from a bitch and she Japanese (word)
Niggas they talkin’, I’m loadin’ and clappin’ these
Loadin’ and clappin’ these pistols (pistols)
You are not an automatic hitter (a hitter)
Really you an automatic misser
Fuck it, I’ma automatic get you (huh?)
Smack a nigga ass with the pistol (pistol)
Pop a nigga ass like a pimple (a pimple)
Store-store-store run, get the gun (store run)
Up the Tommy, take his funds (he gone)
Take the hundreds leave the ones
For the strippers nigga (for the strippers)
I got an SK with a shank, that’s the tipper nigga (that’s the tipper)
Beat a nigga, sweep a nigga
We don’t need them niggas (fuck ’em)
I don’t think you niggas ’bout nothin’ (word)
When I see you in the street (huh?), you ain’t even got a gun
Askin’ niggas for money (word), nigga you ain’t got no funds
You know I do it B-I-G, you can call me Big Pun (yeah yeah yeah)
But I don’t smoke no pom-poms
Run up, get done up (word)
My clip is so heavy, I can’t hold my arm up (my arm up)
Y’all niggas faker than warmups (warmups)
I got the bread like a farmer (I-I-I-I)
Shoot like I’m Mario Chalmers (Chalmers)
Workin’ my wrist, fuck my arm up (fuck my arm up)
I feel like Nash on the Suns, Mario chasin’ them corn
You dancin’, we pull up with guns, I’m 700, you done (Crip, Crip)
Got my hitters in the front like a radiator
Using big words so you know they annihilate you
I’m in her mouth like Now & Laters, bitch I got all flavors
Bring that shit back, no turntable
Multiply that like times tables
We ain’t got time for that
If you really want a crease, use the iron for that
Now a nigga need a piece of his spinal back
In a line of MAC’s
Ke-ke-keep that, keep that iron for that
If it’s an altercation, nigga we use nines for that
We don’t do conversations, baby we don’t got time for that
We ain’t got time for that, we ain’t got time for that

[Outro]
(Hey, wait)
We gon’ do the ad-libs
(Hey, wait)
Tay, told ’em go’n do the ad-libs
Klay, I got your bitch callin’ me a, bae
And I really don’t know what to, say
I want her head like some motherfuckin’ braids
And you know I’m finna, ayy, ayy, ayy
And I made this beat, ayy
Got your bitch and she in the sheets, ayy
And we turnt up in the studio
Track nation, yeah we live in this fuckin’ ho
I got your bitch, she tryna book me for a fuckin’ show
She gon’ make you pay for it, and you already know
Bitch, I’m live
Like Channel Five
I just put ’bout a three five
In a blunt, now I’m so fuckin’ high
To the sky though
Nigga askin’ me these questions, I’m like why though?
And my niggas got that money standing five four
My money standing six four, I’m in a six four with the loads
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, bitch

6ix9ine – Wish You Never Done That Lyrics

April 1, 2018Azlyrics

[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat

[Verse]
Wish I could bring Pun back
Blaow, nigga, run that
Tear that lil’ body, yeah we gon’ let these hoes out
Shocka bring stacks back, Kyle let the MAC clap
Tell they feet pick up, yeah, ’bout to give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, bring me the beams
Made em scream when a nigga fell
Shootout with the law, all the Mark forces in jail
Niggas say they love me
But I can see it in these niggas’ eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need the company, they smiling when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’ them shots I’m like “go out”
40 snitches, 40 snitches, that man’s a no-tell
Digging ditches, 40 niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive by, leave him in the street, nigga road-kill
HBA, gold front, let me guess, so trill?
Nigga this New York
Make the wrong move and the goon let twos spark
So work hard and move salt

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

March 16, 2018Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the [?]
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip Lyrics

March 15, 2018Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

Trill Sammy – Don’t Mean It

February 24, 2018Azlyrics

[Intro]
I know she don’t
I know she don’t mean it, no
I know she don’t mean it, oh
I know she don’t
I know she don’t
I know she don’t
Yeah, I know she don’t
Your bitch she suck up the semen
I’m smoking dope with the demons
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning
She said she love me I know she don’t mean it
No you don’t, I know you don’t
I know she don’t mean it
I know you don’t, yeah

[Chorus]
Your bitch she suck up the semen (suck up the semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
Your bitch she suck up the semen (she suck up the semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini

[Verse]
All of these racks made a nigga conceited (conceited)
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh (ooh)
All of these racks and I know that you see it (racks, racks)
I want the top, yeah the head like a beanie (I want the top)
Ice on my wrist got me feeling anemic (ice on my wrist)
I make the racks and go spend it at Neimans
In love with the drank ’cause a nigga be fiendin’ (in love with the drank)
Hit her from the back and I left her screaming
I know you don’t mean it (I know you don’t)
So I choose the lean over you (I choose the lean over you)
I know you don’t mean it (yeah)
My niggas pull up to shoot (brrt)
Fuck on that bitch, call her boo (boo)
I was that nigga in school (ooh)
Breaking all the rules, pocket full of blues, ooh
Then I took her to the booth
Got bitches gettin’ loose, ’cause a nigga got the juice, yeah
Cut that bitch off, it wadn’t working (working)
I’ma pull up if it’s worth it (ooh)
Backwood, it’s full of the Earth (you dig)
She just want molly, no percs (no percs)
I count that cash ’til it hurt (it hurts)
Boy don’t end up in the hearse
She hold the MAC in her purse (brrt)
And no I ain’t talking ’bout makeup

[Outro]
Your bitch she suck up the semen (semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (gas)
Pour up a gas ’til I’m leaning (ooh)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (huh?)
No you don’t
I know you don’t (I know she don’t mean it)
I know you don’t (I know she don’t mean it)
I know you don’t