G Herbo – All In Lyrics



[Verse]
Remember I was gang banging
Earning my lil stripes and got my name ranging
Rap got me getting money now my name ringing
Heard my cousin say that he gone let that fame change him
Yeah you right I might go buy 2 just to change ranges
Might run it up and think about you throw some change your way
Can’t go back to my old self I’m tryna change your ways
See my life from both ways
I ain’t been asleep in 4 days
Everybody off molly, cocaine
I prefer to stay in my lane
I know they funding me
They dying to see what go on in my brain
Might have 3 bad bitches with me I’m tryna get some 4 play
Take a pic when I wake up I fell asleep in Dolce
In Mardi Gras I’m having too much I lost the Rollie
Probably having too much too much fun I lost the Rollie
In Mardi Gras I’m having too much fun I lost the Rollie
I smoke 2 zips on canal
Woke up and popped a rozay
Got my bitch with me and she hot to 5th degree
I keep my stick with me it’s not like (?) efficiently
Shoot long range like Fazo
Run up just like Pistol P
I might go out like I’m Roc on the block where I be
I feel like Lil Gage that bitch just might be bigger than me
What happened to that boy still a mystery
Used to ride out with that sword but thats history
Now I’m selling out on tour guess that’s victory
I was born official
Gangster to the fucking gristle
My bitch a gangster
She get mad cause she can’t hold a pistol
I keep a lil shooter with me
Not to mention still got a lil shooter in me
Everywhere I go
Even when I’m on the go
Got a (?) Glock or ruger with me
What’s with me? XD
They gone settle for less
Rage out with the tec
Until they respect me
When it’s five out
Hit him in his face, chest, in the head, in his neck if a nigga test me
Never had bullet proof vests on me pull up on Essex and see
Won’t see my name on no statement
You ain’t tote them pipes get arrested with me
2 am back on the block it’s too hot know you ain’t (?)
Paid to record in new studios niggas ain’t had none invested in me
I met the streets before 21
Imma young OG a blessing to be
Wish I can get everybody but
We know the truth it be messing with me
Just cause I ain’t in the hood no more do that make me less of a G?
Niggas wanna see me up top with the rest of the Gs
And I’m in O’Hare airport LV backpack full of Gs
Or I’m at the (?) jumping off the Japanese
I’m in my black truck
Smoke one and I’m catching Zs
All I hear a bunch of fuck shit got me catching Zs
You rap niggas need to go out to some spelling bees
Killing yourself fucking with that fake promethazine
No it ain’t no clean
I used to drink on hella lean
Don’t let Instagram and fame infiltrate your team
I went home to 50k I was just a teen
If they head ain’t in the game then adjust your team



Juice WRLD – Armed & Dangerous Lyrics



[Intro]
Gun ’em down (Bih, yeah)
With a .50 (Brr, bih, brr)
Gun ’em down
Oh my God, huh
Ya dig
999 shit (Ayy)

[Chorus]
When I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (You dig? Skrr)

[Verse 1]
Walk in that bitch and I’m faded, uh, I fuck that bitch when I’m faded
I got the M&M’s (Millions), called my mom, told her I made it
Yeah, mama, your son too famous, yeah, he on everybody playlist
But he’s still armed and dangerous, he’ll pop at a stranger
Sippin’ lean, cliché, I still do it anyway
Red or purple in the cup, which one should I pick today? Ayy, ayy
Sippin’ hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard
Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah
I’m swingin’ when I’m off the ecstasy, that’s a Molly park, yeah
Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that’s a Tony Stark, yeah
Pourin’ fours in a twenty, yeah, I’m soda pop, yeah
I’m O.C., three-gram wood full of OG
Give BM dick like Moby, uh, gonna make him flash, Adobe, uh
Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh
Bitch, I need it
Matter fact, fuck that shit, I’m rich, you can keep it
Yeah (Bitch, woo, yeah), damn
Rich niggas over here (They over here), yeah
Broke niggas over there (They over there)
Why is you over here? (Why?)
Go over there (Go over, go over, go over there)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig? Look)
I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (Skrr)

Quavo – BIG BRO lyrics

Dun Deal on the track

Is you with me or against me? (With me or against me?)
I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
(No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
Let me put you under my wing
I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
Let me put you under my wing
I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it’s a championship
Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them

Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
What’s happening?
Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
What?
Them niggas just set me up big brother
They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
Aw man (Ahh)
Damn (Ahh)
Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)

Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Juice WRLD – Got Nothing On Me Lyrics

[Hook]
Young, young nigga but I’m bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

[Verse 1]
Ooh, more drip than a typhoon
And I got a way with words, Doc Seuss
And I always keep some killers in the room
Make the tool go “ooh”
VVS Jewels, go “ooh”
Shine like a gold tooth
I’m the new ting
You’re the old news
Red bottom drippin’, like a Pyru
Bet your man can’t do what I was gon’ do
Girl you better pick a side, it’s him or I
Go on and leave him sick inside, Need an MRI
She know I’ve been gettin’ high, see it in my eyes
Avoid the lows, ayy
Pop pills with my bros, ayy
Hide the blues, in the back, so they don’t see
And check the Gucci, they forgot to check the Dolche
Vision blurry, still drive, I’ma be straight
Pullin’ up early to the cash, I won’t be late

[Hook]
Bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

[Verse 2]
Stunt so damn hard, I ain’t even notice she was standin’ there
I don’t even know about you, but shit, it feel like I’m the man in here
WIth that choppa, I’m a hot boy
Got a fan in here
On the corner of your block boy, like a thot boy
They hit your potato head, turn to tater tots boy
I’m a grown kid, used to loan that kids bop, boy
Hung up on yo bitch, if she hit me back, tell her my phone died
Really I was talkin’ to a bitch I met on the north side
I’m so confused, yeah I’m super high
I ask all the girls, I’m a super guy
Get my heart away, such a stupid guy
Still I ball so hard, I don’t even try

[Hook]
Bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
But I’m bummin’ like a double OG
Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

Rich The Kid – Plug Walk [Leafs Remix] Lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid & Leafs]
Ayy, ayy
Esketit, mayne, yeaah
Leafs Sensei

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Verse 1: Leafs]
I’ll be going strong
Ik finesse je chick, King Kong
You be in the [?]
Nigga, I ain’t done (nigga, I ain’t done)
Tell me what you lingo
Anders schop ik herres met m’n gringo
Got your bitch sittin’ on my D, tho
But I ain’t flaggin’, that’s my OG, tho
Ya’ll be in the fast life
You be eatin’, that’s life
I’ll be eatin’, that’s right
Trippin’? No way, I’m a [?] sensei, bae
[?] what I say
You can be my bae, ay

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Big ol’ Bentley, it’s a spaceship (woah)
Call me on my phone, I don’t say shit (what?)
I make money when I talk (when I talk)
I’m a boss, take a loss (I’m a what?)
I could introduce you to the plug (to the plug)
Bitch, this ain’t no Henny in my cup (lil’ bitch)
Stayed down, now the racks up (racks up)
She gon’ let me fuck, ass up (ass up)
Plug
I stuck kis in the Louis V (Louis V)
Fuck 12, I’m a G, ain’t no stoppin’ me (ain’t no stoppin’ me)
And my wrist is on overseas (drip)
Rich nigga, you can’t talk to me (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Ayy, plug walk (plug walk, plug, plug)
I don’t even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?)
Pick him up in a space coupe, I don’t let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe)
New freak, had to cut my other lil’ bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil’ bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk

[Outro: Leafs]
On the wave like a du-rag
So I ask bitch: “Aight, do that”
Now I’m in the cave like Zubat
Got 2 bad bitches, that’s too bad

Smokepurpp – Muddy Lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
When you hear that money counter, that’s Killa Slade in the back
Ffff beep!
Yuh! Esketit

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy, goddammit
It’s me and Uncle, goddamnit
Got with your bitch and we smashin’
We makin’ an oreo sandwich
I blow up a nigga with toolies
His bitch the on the run she foolish
Goddamn I love fuckin’ these groupies
We goin’ it look like a (?)
100 round drum on my head
Pussy soo I might slip
Pussy soo wet it gon’ drip
Pussy soo wet I might lick
Codeine and sprite what I sip
She don’t get shit but this dick
I make her cum, make her flip
Samsung, it jump on hip
Bitch wanna rip on my bong
Bitch wanna sing all my songs

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy
My cup is soo muddy

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
I just be smoking and I just be lurking
I cannot focus, you niggas are roses
You fake, niggas know I can’t relate
I want a .37, no 38
Everyone I know got a .40
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear that these niggas don’t know me
I swear to God, dammit, these niggas so phony
Bitch, I’ma ball like Ginobli, I swear I be smokin’ on OG
When I pull up, fuck the police
And get the picture like Sony

Lil Baby – Southside Lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new jays
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out the bando
Servin’ out the window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent fo’
Fuck it up in the Gucci sto’, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’ in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought a plane, then I brew out the brain
Breaking Bad, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ no name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Doing these thangs to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doin’ shit that they wishin’ they could
I’m the frontrunner, break right through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took
Nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz (?) with the backend
Real street niggas buyin’ (?) with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

Bow Wow – Emotional Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy
Maybach ride, I’m ducked low behind them curtains boy
And I got my feet up, young nigga sittin’ comfy though
Backwood, ten grams, we blowin’ heavy smoke
Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team
Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me
Never read my comments on the ‘Gram, yeah y’all don’t know me
Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me
Snoop said, “Get these niggas,” so I’ma get ’em dog
One house, ten bitches, that how I’m living dog
Strip club, ten bands, then watch ’em take it off
If she don’t fuck, I don’t tip, that’s I how I do it y’all
Let’s get back to this real shit a nigga been through
All that shit they write about me, y’all think that it’s true
See I’m too rich to be depressed and I don’t fuck with the press
Yeah, smoke ’cause I’m stressed, OG nothing less
We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground
Gotta watch your circle, it’s a circus, niggas turn clowns
Go ‘head with all that fake love shit, I know what’s up now
Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous
And if she make it past the lobby, she signin’ a statement
Because these hoes nowadays attackin’ niggas who famous
You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain’t catchin’ them cases, roll up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
I lost my little nigga to lean, he had a heart attack (damn)
And all these rappers gettin’ taxed out here
Heard you got pressed in LA, you can’t relax out there
Take ’em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn’t last out there
They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pass out there
That’s extortion at its finest my nigga
We in these streets every night, it ain’t hard to find us my nigga
Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that’s all we ride my nigga
You and 30 niggas, 30 clips, so don’t try my nigga
Drop my own shit, I couldn’t wait on Jermaine
And I’m just speakin’ facts boy, I’ll never hate on Jermaine
And see I see shit different, now our view ain’t the same
You still stuck on that old shit, boy the business done changed
I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris
Day ones, me and you been through a lot of shit
No matter what you gon’ always be my little brother
And it kill me when we in public and we ain’t speaking to each other
This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown, this shit brazy
We grown men, let’s turn this shit around
Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
Speaking from my heart, that’s what I’m supposed to do
Students of the game and boy I’m coachin’ you
No subtweetin’, you talk shit, boy I’m approachin’ you
That’s real

[Outro]
Fucked up right now
Gone off this Ciroc nigga
Niggas got me in my feelings
Fuck around, wake up and regret everything I say
But I thought that’s what hip-hop was about though
So fuck it

Pries – Deuce Deuce

[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 1: Lil Johnnie]
I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
And I don’t give a fuck about your fuckin’ nana
All my brothers on the block stay with them hammers
They ain’t buildin’ houses, they pull up and blam ya
You ain’t talkin’ money there ain’t shit to say
Callin’ up the plug, I need a zip a day
Holdin’ out your knock well that’s a give-a-way
You a pussy bitch it’s in your DNA
I feel I’m Pac the way I turn that deuce to a dub
I feel I’m Pac the way I hit that lean with the cut
Hit that lean with the cut
This a swamp in my cup
I just got a pint through the mail man
I’ve been smokin’ dope with my mail man
I’ve been livin’ shit with like a mail man
Got that cookie-cookie by the bail man

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 2: Slim Jesus]
I just dropped a deuce in a pineapple soda
Then I called up Lil Johnnie on his Motorola
Told him I need a couple ounces of OG yoda
Said he on his way and we finna roll up
Then it’s back to the trap and I’m countin’ yola
I don’t play bout my money, no remote controller
I got shooters on call and they stay poured up
They pull up on ya, kill you quicker than ebola
Yeah I be with the savages where it’s dangerous
And we don’t fuck with 12 they ain’t scarin’ shit
Funk we do a lot of flexin’ he just movin’ licks
We run up in his house and we takin’ shit
Say he got a bad bitch, he just talkin’ shit
My bitch bad, your bitch fat, you call her thick
And I sold you cut lean cause you a straight lick
Go ahead, run up on me, you gon’ eat this clip

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

Trouble – Come Thru lyrics

[Intro: Trouble]
Ear Drummers
Man, this crazy as f*ck
You said you was talkin’ about what?
I got nothin’, man
I got nothin’ on no nothin’
Nah, straight like that, though
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke, bitch

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
Just want me to come through, come through
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 2: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Damn the bih bout dumb as a box of rocks
Dawg I just get them sock
Find out lil’ bitty be the opps
You can’t be G and be the cops (yeah)
I can’t play myself out like that
Fuck these hoes, keep gettin’ that dope
[?] countin’ mine won’t be tryin’ get no n*gger, somethin’ I know
I was down bad on my luck, my dawg like three sum summers ago
Ain’t sh*t been sweet, but neither’s me so my bitch need 300 or more
I keep guns and ganja close, I keep funds, but I don’t boast
I know what it’s like to not have sh*t it ain’t a bitch I owe
You don’t need ’em now
Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ try me without sayin’ I went in his sh*t (f*ck nigga)
Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ disrespect the gang or try my bitch (f*ck nigga)
[?] no game
Watch me straight up out that 6 [?] wit you gettin’ dismissed
I give a fed a Jadakiss I rep that north for facin’ sh*t, Skoob

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 3: Trouble]
I was slidin’, vibin’, ridin’ 285 just in my thoughts
Do I need go hit this lick? Ain’t got no time to gettin’ caught
I can’t leave my folks down bad like that, guess I’m just gon’ slow roll it
Partner say he got OG in the 3, that’s where I’m rollin’
Focus nigga, need to focus mo, that’s Motrin, ain’t no purp
You ain’t gon’ f*ck me up like that, step on my sh*t, bitch, you’ll get murked
Few were out there in the bluff, Eastside just might see me in dirt
A two-piece snack in one piece skirts
Can’t turn me down, this ain’t that vert
Got all 12’s on recurr
Got off them bails, you hella hurt
Got a fair time, I failed to do
Got a fair time, I failed the dirt
You lil’ bitches failed to mention when you gossip in your kitchen
How I held sh*t down since prison, how I held sh*t down in trenches huh

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Outro: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come, yeah
Come through
You must want a nigga to come
Come through
Oh, oh, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come? Yeah
Come through
Yeah, you must want a nigga to come

Young M.A – Praktice

[Intro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit
Yeah
They talkin’ ’bout practice, bloody
Like we don’t practice, bloody

[Verse 1]
Who said I don’t go hard? Bitch, I go so hard
I don’t care who got it, we still in charge
Fuck these hoes, fuck these broads, I don’t got no time (no)
Do you see my pockets (yeah), I’m doin’ just fine
Don’t call my line, don’t call my line (don’t call it) if you ain’t talkin’ checks (what?)
Oh you tryna flex? (What?) We are not impressed
Bankrolls in my sweats, hitters to my left (woo, woo)
Pull up to the club (skrrt), fuck it up, then we left (skrrt)
Hennessy on my breath, OG in my chest
Oh you makin’ threats? Okay, say less (say less)
Don’t act like you know me (huh?) I don’t know you guys (no)
So if I say, "Who you?," (who them?) do not act surprised
Man, I don’t pay y’all no mind, no, I just pay my bills (yeah)
No Netflix and chill, bitch, I get checks and chill
Put that pussy on my grills, bitch, tell me how it feels (woo)
They say that I’m rude, no I’m just that real (woo)

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

[Verse 2]
Oh you tried to doubt me? They tried to doubt me
Oh you a hater? Keep that shit from ’round me
Pull up in that Audi, skrrt skrrt, then I’m outtie (skrrt skrrt)
Put my chain on her, she like, "Oh, you tryna drown me?" (Ooh)
Back when I was broke, you was tryna clown me
‘Member when you said you was better off without me?
Now I’m shittin’ on you (shittin’), ooh, I did it on you
Now you got the blues, like I’m Crippin’ on you (woo)
But I’m on my Blood shit, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
I be fuckin’ doll bitches, voodoo, voodoo (voodoo)
If you gettin’ money then, you cool, you cool (you cool)
But I don’t know you guys, who you? Who you? (Who dem?)
I do what I do, bitch, mind your business
I’m talkin’ my shit, because I’m twisted
I’ma be a billionaire, speak that to existence (ayy)
I believe that shit, if I say it then I meant it
You can’t tell me nothin’, everything in function
I don’t hear no facts, nope, I just hear assumptions
You said you was poppin’ (word), I heard you was bluffin’
Oh you frontin’ frontin’, you really ’bout nothin’
Chicken with the stuffin’, we gettin’ that bank, bank
We gettin’ that KK, fuck what you think, think
We smokin’ that stank stank, loud pack, yeah that dank dank
I ball every pay day, everyday is pay day

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this shit
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit

[Outro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’
Bloody, bloody, ayy
Bloody, bloody, ayy
We go hard for this
If they don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this

Smoke DZA – The Mood (feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Yea
It’s a really fucking cool era we in
Yea, uh

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
It’s a Bada$$, Kushed God colossal
We coming through and we hostile
47 deep so everything’s getting toppled
Showtime nigga word to James word to goggles
Everybody’s fucked like a high price brothel
You can’t out-hustle a hustler so don’t try to
Word to Steezy the tactic is still survival
Fuck humble nigga ride on your rivals
The hoes wanna hang like my peacoat toggles
Guess who’s bizzack? Smokey and I’m here with the pack
After this you gon’ need you a nap
They throw shots we don’t even react
Like I ain’t got Pedro on payroll to take care of that
Set it out where it’s at
Nigga flow way in tact
The bag heavy scale off weigh it back
Lightyears ahead of niggas, not even laps
You can’t compare them boys to us
Shit, that’s not even rap

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, uh, and let me switch the mood
Gotta take a risk for your biggest wish to come true
I been in those shoes, had fifth-dimensional views
Where ain’t shit to lose just more proving
Finally got my piece of the pecan
Me and momma moving no more staying out on weekends
Got no time for snoozing know I’m out for Benjamins
Representing me, repping for all my people dreaded in my family
I see a canopy of bars thats overhead
Thinking to self there can’t be no one this hard, they all dead
Go and spar with the ghosts that’s on my side
I’m a star momma look up in the sky
Son shine bright, don’t I?
Only getting brighter I been closer every summer, winter, hour, minute
Like I am supposed to, very soon you will be out of minutes
You should let me coach ya, work the smoke
We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture from these vultures

[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
It ain’t for purchase gotta take the game in doses
The illest shit don’t really get too much promotion
Children of the indigo protect the fortress
Trump got the whole world feeling hopeless
Still I got my chest pokin’
Too much headaches not enough Motrin
Life will have a nigga self frozen
Won’t have my self stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in
The flow golden, the wave, the boat rowing
We here, they no-showers
Smoke blowing the OG in the wind
Had a bunch of losers tell me I couldn’t win
See you taking off that’s when the hating shit begins
Watch you walking on water they say it’s cause you can’t swim
Time to transcend, hands in, boss and [?]
Ben Franklin’s, all across the globe my name ring
Airport, customs, walking through chain swing
You could tell I’m doing my damn thing
Ugh

Curren$y – All For Lyrics

[Intro]
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
Tell me what’s it – what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Tell me what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Yea

[Verse 1]
Crosses get thrown
Cliques get torn apart before they even really start getting on
Small change staying in the way of big money
Smoke some with your OG learn something
Wrist froze my soul ice cold, arm yellow gold
And cashed out a couple kilos
Cut my grass low built my fence high cause I that heard snakes fly
Shut your operation down from the inside
Get tapped in the wire before you realize trapping lied
Scramming for dollar signs
You gamble with your life only could lose one time
Shit, is it all worth the risk? Gotta decide before you step into this
Because the game don’t wait
Sideways burning rubber cause a nigga paper straight
I got some money put away and got some more on the way
Shit

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

[Verse 2]
Tell you how dollars start a world war
Level 6 Benz coupe armored car
I really been mashing down the Autobon
Worldwide getting of the parmesan
Smoking in the pool with my diamonds on
Ice water what you call it though
She jumped in with nothing on
She know what she want

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

Ralo – Die Real (feat. Young Dolph & Trouble)

[Hook]
Yeah, what you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
What yo wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga

[Verse 1]
Ask me what imma be
I just wanna be real
My momma say imma die
Cuz real niggas get killed
That fake shit get revealed
Boy you know how that is
I want to snap on these niggas
But something keeps telling me chill
Something keep telling me never fuck with them people no more
But I love my dawg to death
And dawg it ain’t no homo
You got to pay me for convo
You don’t know me, I’m John Doe
We got to fuck in the hood
Cuz I don’t fuck in the condo
Hold up give me a minute
Don’t suck that dick till i’m finished
It won’t hurt to be real
That shit won’t cost you a penny
I don’t really have any friends
I don’t fuck with too many
I only fuck with my soldiers
And I’m the Sargent, Lieutenant, yeah

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
Aye
Imma be a real nigga, that’s the easiest thing to do
Been getting money since a youth, what about you?
Diamonds ocean blue, fuck bitches by the twos
They watch my every move
Foreigns, Rari, black shoes
Bitch I sold dope because I had to
Getting head in the back of the classroom
Told my niggas don’t make a move
Because right now I’m hot
Fuck niggas in their feelings like he can’t be stopped
I got money in the wild blood on my hands
Yeah I love my dawgs, yeah I been the man
Yeah I sacrificed everything nigga
Yeah I’m just too real and you a lame nigga

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
All I ever want to be in life is what I am
Respect is what I demand
Stand up nigga I never ran
All I ever wanted to be in life is what I is
Follow the rule, never put no hoe before your kid
Follow the rule, never let no hoe fuck up your crib
If you partners down the road
Hold em down, that’s just real
If your plan go sour, take you L that’s what it is
When you [?] in these streets just like I did fool
Might get out and cop that amg just like I did
Might just get that Lambo just like Ronald [?]
50 em in my pocket, flex on any given Sunday
This is true, OG said just stay down and get that money

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Outro]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee

Offset – Violation Freestyle

[Intro]
Ain’t no more motherfuckin’, "Wassup bro" with these niggas man
As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop pleas

[Chorus]
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

[Verse]
I got more money than all of you niggas (money)
If I feel like it’s smoke then I’m calling out niggas (smoke)
Lil nigga, lil nigga you act like you bigger (huh)
Fuck all that uzi we give them the SIG gun (SIG)
Lil boy, boy you ain’t did nothin’ (lil boy, boy)
30K shows, that’s that kid money (thirty ball)
Thankin’ the lord what he did for me (God)
I thank him ’cause really I did something (hey)
Keep that shit quiet though, keep that shit quiet
They really don’t understand what I’m saying (shh, shh, shh)
From the Nawfside, lot of Mexicans with grams (Nawf)
Lawrenceville High we got 85 vans (woo)
A lot of big names we done put them on game (game)
Quavo told me about you niggas locked up in the chains (lames)
I don’t upload a nigga, but when I see you I’ll expose you niggas
Niggas so young that I’m feeling like I’m a OG
At the top with the older niggas (OG)
Ten thousand racks wipe his nose, official (racks)
Amsterdam, wrappin’ a global figure (woo)
And I got loads of figures (loads)
It’s all red, yeah the coupe it’s a blister (skrt)
‘Cause you’re rich, lil nigga ain’t official (nah)
You was broke, reading bricks, scared of pistols (hey, hey)

[Chorus]
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

Lil Boosie – Heartless Hearts

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 1]
I got this heartfelt thug shit
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’
Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror
Watching my back across the track with my main hitter
I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater
I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road
Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 2]
This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
Real talk, it been broken like that
Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that
Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack
He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat
She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that
You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back
I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that
Need a second line to bring some memories back (that’s Lil’ Bleek and Lil’ Ivory)

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 3]
If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand
Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand
He lost Lil’ Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man
Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head
Snaked Lil’ Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand
I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand
I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me
Go right back in that struggle with me
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel

[Hook] x 2
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

Pressa – Basically

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

[Verse 1]
My niggas buy brown, whip it
My niggas buy cars, ship it
Sold three zips, fishes
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
This is not technical, just to get technical
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
And they don’t want war, ah
Got hit with this [torah?]

[Pre-Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
(x2)

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

Young Thug – What You Sayin Lyrics

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

[Verse 1]
She was so fine (she was so fine)
So I let her push the foreign ride an’ sit in it (skrrt)
I’m starin’ at the toilet like I wan’ go shit on niggas (what?)
I’d rather kill a nigga (oh boy) before I squeal on niggas (on God)
(Know I’m sayin’, man? Real dripset shit, man, give it to ’em, ya dig?)
Copped her a coupe and now she say I’m the best
I told she ain’t gon’ tell you, can put her to the test
I flood with her Chanel whenever she get upset (what?)
I bought a gold [?] and flex it on the v-neck
Beat her like Funkmaster Flex
Lock on that knit like a bitch
That pussy pink like a pig
R.I.P. to OG double D, bitch I dig
Drink on that lean until it’s [?]
I’ma leak that sauce until the world was slimes
Filled it with slimes and then we slimed up the streets
That pussy nigga tellin’ looks so sloppy to me
Oh no

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

[Verse 2]
If you a G, say “fuck tha police” (fuck ’em, fuck ’em)
Cockblock, and drop it on my gold teeth
I’ma run inside that pussy, dropped my codeine
Get it, drunk it, hit it, hit it, like a nosebleed
(Like I said the first time, man, real dripset shit, y’know what I mean? Pay attention. I ain’t through. Get it)
Pussy nigga starin’ with his snail face
Twenty-fives, thirty-eights, fuck a shell-case (brrr)
Old hunnids, small head on a big plate (what?)
Eatin’ good, vegetarian niggas [?]
All these foreign cars, nigga, know we racin’ (skrrt)
Got lots of foreign broads that I never chase
I swear it’s five stars every time I eat
I swear it’s five broads stuffin’ in my face
You can have it, whoa, whoa, you can have it
These niggas saddened, we just livin’ lavish
I went in the rabbit myself and picked out some carats
She know we ain’t average and all of my niggas happy
Oh no

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

D Double E – Better Than The Rest (feat. Wiley)

[Verse 1: D Double E]
Lyrical Incredible Hulk
I get money and I get it in bulk
Make a MC go home and sulk
Them man can’t show me the ropes
Cuh nah, them man can’t show me the ropes
Them man there on a slippery slope
Them man there must think it’s a joke
Them man are snorting too much coke
Cuh you can put me to the test
Blood, there’s no contest
Which soundboy wanna test?
Right now, blud, I don’t care less
You can make a bird call to the nest
I got man that wanna invest
I got labels showing interest
Can you smell that lemon zest?
If you see me with an empress
You better check out the bum and breast
Yeah, let’s go home and rest
Let’s quickly undress
Yeah everyting cool and bless
In life, man have to progress
I want more success
I want more success, cuh

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Verse 2: Wiley]
I’m the best MC
North, south, east to the west MC
Skillwise big up my chest MC
Big up Lady Leshurr, big up your breast MC
Like who’s gonna test MC?
I tell my dons go fetch MC
Don’t leave until you catch MC
I’m no basic but I am a next MC
No FaceTime, ring up or text MC
Man are OG, I know how to flex MC
Look into my face and read my lips clearly
I’m telling you, I am the best MC
I’m not a Drake, or a Wayne
Or a Jay-Z, or a Kanye West MC
I’m a cheese lemon zest MC
Dallas falcon crest MC

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

[Verse 3: D Double E]
I’m that lyrical arsonist
Them boy there ain’t even half of this
Lyrical title, yeah, they’re after this
I don’t know what them men are on
I don’t know what them man are thinking
I will bun them like cherry bomb
Cuh us man are here still proving a lot
Them men are losing the plot
Feel the fire blazing, blazing
No hold back, no energy saving
Sizzling like steak in the pan
D Double E and his right hand man
Keeping it overly real, cuh we can
Stick with the plan, stick with the program
And if I like your gyally
Wham, bam, thank you, maam

[Chorus: D Double E]
I’m better than the rest
Nah, none of these men can’t test
I’m putting in more, not less
Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
I don’t care what your pump on your chest
‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
You can be my guest (bluku)

RetcH – Pop Me A Pint

[Verse]
I drank, two-hundred thousand sodas
Gas up all these niggas, cause these niggas they be bogus
I’mma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker
And I’m smoking all this pressure, help to stimulate my focus
I been down the [A?] might bust a play inside the [?]
I looked up to my uncle until he turned into a smoker
And I can’t hit the function, they won’t let me bring my toaster
Shit, I had to snuff a nigga cause he tried to screw me over
I like the ‘Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover
I do without the tint, just so 12 can pull me over
And she a diamond bitch but nonetheless I had to mold her
We total opposites but I think that would make us closer
I’m smoking ganja spliffs I feel like I just left the solar
She give me compliments, I fuck her once and then dispose her
I need a rida bitch for all the nights shit when get colder
I rock designer shit, these hoes gon’ fuck you for exposure
I wake up counting chips like every morning like it’s Folgers
I keep the chopper with me, cause these niggas they be vultures
Your bitch she bopping with me and I’m tryna get to know her
And now I’m driving 60 finna go and bend her over

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

[Verse]
Swear I’m tryna walk with Jesus but the Devil close to me
I got enemies that I don’t know I keep the torch with me
[?] I brought the bros with me
And nigga shit, if you ain’t close with me
Then you can’t smoke with me
Swear these bitches getting old to me
They do the most to me
I tell a bitch if you can’t grow with me
Then you can’t roll with me
Low-key with a Cali thing, smoking OG
Dripping sauce all on that bitch like a fucking nosebleed

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

Migos & Joe Budden Beef Far From Over Quavo Previews Diss Track

Migos and Joe Budden beef is far from over.

The Atlanta rap trio previewed a Joe Budden diss track on Twitter on Wednesday that ignites a firestorm including a response from Joe Budden. Who can forget Migos and Budden’s tense confrontation at the BET Awards pre-show in June. The Slaughterhouse rapper was partaking in an interview with the group when things quickly went south. Eventually, security manages to separate them before it went into an all-out brawl.

Migos hasn’t forgotten and is about to let their feelings be known in an upcoming track, due on Friday. The rap group shared a preview of the song on Instagram today. In the short clip, you can hear Quavo name-dropping the veteran rapper while indicating that he is ready for war. “Ice tray a n***a floodin’, ice, ice, ice / If a n***a hatin’ call him Joe Budden (pu**y!!) / Coupe outside and its press button / Fa**** ni*** mad cuz your b**ch f***ing / f*** it ice trader gang,” Quavo raps over a trap beat.

RELATED: Migos & Joe Budden Got Into Heated Confrontation At BET Awards

Joe Budden already took notice of the potential diss and responded on Twitter. “Quavo want smoke ? Lol,” the Everyday Struggle co-host tweeted. “Soon as it’s all peace he decides to unleash this lyrical venom in my direction… that’s crazy smh. @QuavoStuntin i am your OG & you will respect me as such.” This response indicates that Budden might be planning to dust off his mic and lay down a response in the studio. Let’s hope these guys keep this beef in the studio. Last year, the “Pump It Up” rapper fired off a series of diss tracks aimed at Drake, but the Toronto rapper never bite. In one of his diss records, he also took shots at JAY-Z and Meek Mill.

Listen to a preview of Migos new single “Control The Streets (Joe Budden diss)” below.

CONTROL THE STREETS VOL. 1 MIDNIGHT TOMORROW NIGHT

A post shared by Migos (@migos) on Dec 6, 2017 at 11:45am PST

Quavo want smoke ? Lol

— Joe Budden (@JoeBudden) December 6, 2017

Soon as it’s all peace he decides to unleash this lyrical venom in my direction… that’s crazy smh

— Joe Budden (@JoeBudden) December 6, 2017

@QuavoStuntin i am your OG & you will respect me as such.

— Joe Budden (@JoeBudden) December 6, 2017

Chief Keef – Text

[Intro]
SOSA BABY..

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks, & that be the OG, just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

[Verse 1]
Please don’t cross the gun line, gon’ cost you your sunshine
And I got the D-line lookin’ like a lunch line
And today is payday, so you know it’s crunch time
Got my AR with me, that’s my lil sunshine
Pour that codeine up, it’s bout that get drunk time
You gon catch your deer, Imma go and hunt mine
Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies
Y’all my shorties so, when you see me say "What up Dad!"
Ain’t’ no puff, puff-pass, Boa I had a rough past
In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag
You know the streets is [?] Get stuck like a thumb tac
Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and getcho drum back

[Verse 2]
Ima pour this pint up in some lemon lime
You can get yo shit split, fuckin’ wit me n the guys
Mobbin with some big shit, don’t pay us no mind
Hit you wit’ some big hits, won’t take us no time
Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
Pockets be on be big bitch, I’m not even lyin’
This shit is off the fuckin dome, I’m not even tryin’
It ain’t hard to get up wit’ me, I’m not even hidin’
Bwoy that old ass Benz, you not even slidin’
Hit yo’ bitch from the back, she gone let me have it
Bitch I’m all about the dollas like I play with Dallas
Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
BANG
This shit is crazy..
I’m a 90’s baby, I know nothin’ bout the 80’s
Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
We was really warrin’, I looked up and God just saved me

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks; & that be the O.G. just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

BANG!

Chief Keef – Glory Bridge Lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All fly shit I used to go to school like this
Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
She keep lying on my dick she on some hoochie shit
We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
[?]
Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
She know I got more sauce than A1
Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
Shawn Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
She think I’m cute, top me quick, it was a fast one

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
I’m in my bag now I’m OD, yeah
I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
I give money and they lowkey, yeah
Hit her once and then I proceed
And I can’t picture bein broke these days
She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
She was covered up in codeine, ayy
You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy

Chief Keef – Glory Bridge (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Verse One: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All fly shit I used to go to school like this
Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
She keep lying on my dick she on hoochie shit
We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
[?]
Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
She know I got more sauce than A1
Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
Shaun Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
[?] it was a fast one

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
I’m in my bank now I’m OD, yeah
I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
I give money and they lowkey, yeah
Hit her once and then I proceed
And I can’t picture bein broke these days
She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
She was covered up in codeine, ayy
You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy

Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk – Whatyo City Like

[Tee Grizzley:]
What your city like?

[Lil Durk & Tee Grizzley:]
What your city like?
Where I’m from gotta keep that blick on you
Park at your crib, have my young niggas hit on you
You a killer or a snitch, you gon’ kill me or trick on me?
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
My city be shakin’ that bag
My city got hoes that’s shittin’ on niggas
But even the hoes get hit in they head
What your city like?

[Lil Durk:]
My city had changed the culture
I be with vultures
I can be with you for days, and I’ll be the nigga that poke you
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
My city the home of Meech, home of the riots
My city violent, niggas’ll tell you they love you
But really they don’t even like you
What your city like?

[Lil Durk:]
Shit, I’m from the city of Hoover
Bump and slide, we was robbin’ the jeweler
I was in school but shit had made me a shooter
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
I’m from the city of Kwame
Clean up the scene, wipe off the choppers
And drive to the lake and get rid of the bodies
What your city like?

[Lil Durk:]
Shit, we do not honor no OG
They smoke you and turn you to OG
Had that young nigga take that case, he juvy
You must be stupid think you gang gang, boy your ass a goofy
Know some bitches that be crackin’ giffys, they be boostin’
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
If it get like that then it get like that
Beef slide down we gon’ get right back
Nigga just like that
Got locked, told niggas I’ma be back
Soon as I got back got three plaques
Opps on Twitter, we ain’t gon’ tweet back
I’ma pop off broad day, no ski mask
My city where the pirhanas at
Jump in that water and drown in that
I hit Kentucky with three hundred grams for five days and bring ninety back
I started off with a ninety pack
Such and such, he can vouch for that
Can’t say his name all over these tracks
‘Cause that nigga know where the body at
What your city like nigga?

[Lil Durk:]
Shit, we take the drugs to Iowa
Home the swiper
When you a gangster don’t go off a title
I know some opps that’s scared of the bible
Yeah yeah, pick up the Glock and put down the rifle
Seventeen with a seventeen
This ain’t back then, we not fighting

[Tee Grizzley:]
Can’t come to our cities, they know what’s up with ’em
Cool with the killers, they really my niggas
They opps mobs, can’t fuck with them niggas
Durk on his way to Detroit, better call me soon as you hit
I’ma put choppers around you, my nigga don’t even trip

[Lil Durk:]
Shit you the way to the Chi? I’ll link you up with the six
Two Glocks shawty wrong, yeah you gon’ ride with them sticks
And I know your ass on parole, so two Glocks in the dip
And I heard blood turned crip, olympic medal how he flip
Ayy T, put me on them Detroit bitches

[Tee Grizzley:]
That shit gon’ be easy, only thing they hate is decoy niggas
You ain’t gotta check in the hotel, my nigga just come to the crib
As far as the hoes, you fuckin’ off rip, they know who you is
Tell Booka I’ma get him a bitch that got her some paper
‘Cause rich hoes love real niggas, they don’t need ’em to save her
I’ma get up with later, I gotta go see my agent
Next time I come to Chi make sure you return the favor

[Lil Durk & Tee Grizzley:]
I’ma return it
Put on a condom, she burnin’
How the fuck you know she burnin’?
Shit, I heard that she burnin’
She must don’t know me yet, think I buy her a Birkin bag
Bitch, your lil twerkin’ ass
You ain’t even worth a bag, yeah nah

Sonny Digital – My Guy (feat. Black Boe)

[Chorus] (Sonny Digital):
We dont know you
So we dont buy
We dont know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]

[Verse 1] (Sonny Digital):
Hit the plug
Bitch you know wassup
Rollin grams, Sonny in the cut
Disrespect the slay, like a spoon loc
Gotta hit the plug pack
It ain’t too low
Nigga you know
Diamonds, boy, like CuJo
Gas, yeah that fuel, bro
I want Mars like Bruno
And you know, I’m the one like Uno
Keep your head like [?] bro
Plug coming soon doe

[Chorus](Sonny Digital):
We dont know you
So we dont buy
We dont know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]

[Verse 2]: (Black Boe)
I know the plug that’s why I dont fuck with you
I’m smoking OG and I fuck with cookie too
Me and Sonny D might a smoke zip this what we do
And this pack from burner, it might clear the fucking room
I know the plug
Man I really know the PLUG
When I saw the last pack I fell in love
He got gas he dont fuck with midgets
And he pullin up in less than 60 minutes, yeah

[Chorus](Sonny Digital):
We dont know you
So we dont buy
We dont know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]

[Verse 3] (Sonny Digital):
VP on my wrist with the shit , yeah yeah
When I hit the plug I need my zips, yeah yeah
Pockets thick like Kylie Jenner Lips
When [?] with my plug kill view
[?]
I keep the gas on me
I got stash on me
[?] right pass on me
We know the plug, you gotta move right
But if you dont know niggas then you move like

[Chorus]:
We all know you
So we dont buy
We all know you
So we dont try, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, really know the plug, yeah
Dat my guy, [2x]

PnB Rock Says Drake Is First Rapper To Add Melody To Rap


PnB Rock is crediting Drake from bringing melody to rap music and fans are reacting.

Needless to say that hip hop fans aren’t buying it, but PnB insist that the 6 God is the OG for rap melodies. He made the claim during an interview with Montreality, where he conveniently forget all the other rappers who harmonized their rap songs like Lauryn Hill, Andre 3000, Ja Rule, Nelly, Bone Thugs N’ Harmony, and many more. As a credit to PnB Rock, he did say Drake started it in his era.

“Drake n***a started that sh*t to me bro,” he said. “I don’t give a f**k what nobody say. I can’t say he started it, but in my era of time he started it. N***as was doing it before like Ja Rule did it. A lot of people was putting little melodies into they sh*t even back in the day. But he really made it to where as though you could rap and sing on some real sh*t at the same damn time.”

PnB Rock says he was in prison the first time he heard Drake rapping and singing melodies on his breakout hit “Best I Ever Had” in 2008, and his first thought was this is dope. “I remember when I first heard it, it was like 2008,” he said. “I was locked up… I was in placement [at] Vision Quest. “Best I Ever Had” came on the radio and I was like, ‘Bruh, who the f**k is this n***a, bruh?’ I’m like, this n***a is the most fire sh*t I ever heard.”

While Drake is a hugely talented artist who is great at blending rap and R&B, he is certainly not the pioneer of that musical art form. A lot of artists before him did it and did it well also.

Bro @drake & @pnbrock NEED TO MAKE FIRE TOGETHER ???? PLEASEEEEEEEEEE

— PAYTOOBEYME (@OnlyKES_) November 17, 2017

PNB ROCK IS HOT TRASH YALL ARE WEIRD

— HeartTakeDrake™ (@HeartTakeDrake) November 21, 2017

@pnbrock is the move.. Drake who?? ?????

— YUNG JEFF HARDY (@Amir_So_Fetch) November 21, 2017

@pnbrock drake did not bring melody back to hip hop it was Kanye. Research it smh.

— L (@KidAdidas26) November 18, 2017

 

Trap Beckham – Backwoods

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Verse 1]
Big backwood no black on me
No Kodak but I be smoking broccoli
I get Too turned up you can not talk to me
I smell just like a forest, I got all the trees
Take them down like that bitch right damn now
Pass that round pass that round
I’m so high my feet can’t even touch the ground
Link up with the dope boys when I touch your town
Wake and bake I wake up and bake a cake
Take my cake then I pull up and break ya face
Conversing with that backwood face to face
I Hit that bitch and then I have a better day

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Verse 2]
I just bought a whole zip nigga
Backwood to my lip nigga
Got Henny let me take a sip with ya
I came in with a fire pack
Fixin to smoke them back to back to back
Keep your cigarette and keep your black
I got OG cookie I ain’t keeping that
I’m santa claus how i keep the sack
Rolling up a doobie
Living like a movie
Haters hating i ain’t seeing that
Where i see them at imma leave them at
My bitch bad feel like mike jack
And my old hoes they dont like that
If i pass you this loudpack
Better hit this bitch and pass right back
Smoking on that choking on that loud
Got a nigga floating on that
Your girl bust it open on that
I can not stay focused on that
Blame it on the gas
Put me on ya ass
I be with the green
I ain’t talking grass
You be really green, you look like the mask
I ain’t smoking with ya if your smoking trash

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

G Herbo – Man Now

[Intro]
Uhh
You know I come from a city of sorrow, man
Ugly introduction, red snow
Heartaches, heartbreaks, headache, look

[Verse 1]
Growin’ up it wasn’t no joke, ‘member all we had was hope
Nigga all we did was soak, no detergent, wasn’t no soap
I caught on to my environment, I had to, I had to grow
Thought she asked if could see, but she really want some smoke
I’ve been stepped on, pushed over, pissed at, shot
I’ve been bitch slapped, only by the police with my handcuffs
I’ve been spit at, smell the piff’ all on me, know you got it
Where that shit at?
In the back seat of the Crown, thinkin’ ’bout my homie Kobe
Why you walk off from the crowd? Bro you let me down
‘Member mornings, I’d call you ’til you pour me up
Even though I’m broke as fuck, bro know you never let me down
Why you let me down? (why you let me down?)
See me countin’ all these racks, you lookin’ at me now
See me fuckin’ off at Sak’s, in and out Maybachs
Most of all ain’t like these actors, lying in all they raps
Ooh I’m nothing like these rappers, lining all the acts
I spit all the facts

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out it’s dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancin’
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

[Verse 2]
I’m that nigga’ now, don’t roll no Swishers now
I’ma spend at least 250 when I’m gettin’ high
‘Member drinkin’ up six ounces just to get me by
I stopped sippin’ on the deuce, that shit wasn’t gettin’ me high
Now I’m riding to the clip, jumpin’ on G5’s
‘Member puttin’ on the 15, rollin’ up three fives
‘Member doing shows and features, splittin’ it with my guys
Stickin’ to the G-code, didn’t see nothin’ wrong in my eyes
I looked the devil right in the eyes and saw my niggas die
Can’t get caught at the light, I wrote that song and I cried
I ain’t emotional, you know me, that’s another joint for Kobe
Smokin’ 50 grams of OG, 420 just for brodie
I’ma wish you happy b-day, tell the world to smoke the dodi
Look like everyday our birthday, Dolce, Louie, ‘Sace, Balmain
Bitches wanna’ tag alongside, your little hoe got all the jaw game
She want me to fuck it raw, gang, I ain’t trying fuck at all, gang

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

That Bag Lyrics feat. Hustle Gang, Young Thug, T.I., Young Dro & Trev Case


(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
I was just poppin my sh*t
I was just fucking on your b*tch, oh ya
Ni**a hatin but they won’t say nothing (ye, ye)
Ni**a talking but they ain’t spray nothing (brr)
I’m poppin pills sh*t and I can take your b*tch
I’m on a high horse, I got em round a bench (what)
I’m half against sh*t and who the hell is this?
I got a lot of water we can paddle it
Big sh*t poppin you know luscious topping, ey
I’m from Texas, Houston with a lot of water down
Look what I just started, ey
And there’s no disrespect, but I’m at a ni**a neck
If they ever try to check, If they ever try to press
I’ma cop the big bag and get wet

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 2: T. I.)
Okay, kick more sh*t than a little bit
Spend a big bank roll on a little b*tch
And I don’t wanna see that it ain’t worth a hundred G
Cuz I ain’t interested in the bullsh*t
Live in (?), I did what you all to my ni**a
Where I’m from, get killed how you talk
In the minute, my ni**as remind you of O’Dog (?)
Ain’t got no braids but still got them extensions
Extensions, extensions, extensions, extensions
Ahead on the focal, gon handle their business
I’m triple OG and still in my 30’s
Still in these streets and still riding dirty
And I don’t want your b*tch in for pu**y for real
No willing for me
Lil Dukey show, say I got you know he do with retail
Don’t fuck, bring that back, I mean I’m in a hurry

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2

(Verse 3: Young Dro)

(Hook: Trev Case)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
And let that body go (give me a bag)
Go to the bank, go to the bank
And then deposit more (give me a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (I just want a bag)
Give me that bag, give me that bag
Give me that bag (bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag) x2