Comethazine – LEAD THE RACE Lyrics

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[Intro]
Your opinion
Mmm, yeah
Yeah, yeah aye

[Chorus]
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)

[Verse]
For no reasons
I send shooters to opp blocks
Christian Lou’, polka dot socks
Came a long way from eatin’ the pot pie
Now I pull up and cash out on Popeyes
W-w-wish I saw life through my pops’ eyes
He was a real OG with mob ties
He even shot, stabbed and robbed guys
Participated in a lot of drive-bys

[Chorus]
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)

Wiz Khalifa – Bammer Lyrics

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[Intro]
Okay
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit (Okay), it’s TGOD

[Verse 1]
Ridin’, slidin’, dippin’, vibin’
Bitch, get high, come and live this life
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich bitch twice
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich nigga wife
Make her roll this joint, when she get inside
You be home on your own but your friends ain’t shy
Bust down Rollie, make my wrist hit bright
You gon’ hit this J, you gon’ get this pipe
Hit it ’til the mornin’, I’ma miss this flight
Good day time, you a freak at night
Hoes get mad, better keep that vibe
When you live like me, you don’t see that price
Want that bag, don’t need likes
OG swag, don’t need stripes
Only gas, that’s only right
Smokin’ tree, my only vice

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed (Okay)
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

[Verse 2]
Don’t give me no bammer joint
If it’s in my bag, know the grass on point
Only real ones roll big doinks
Kinda into her friend, if she, she can join
Rolled up when she heard my voice
She comin’ with me, she ain’t got no choice
Six Dússe, no Rolls Royce
Just bought a Corvette, just sold my Porsche
Only hit one time, she callin’
No NBA team, we ballin’
Don’t take ’em on trips, don’t spoil ’em
New that, new this, need all ’em
New whip, new paint like Rodman
No brake, straight gas, you stallin’
Don’t take no brakes, I’m doubtin’
See me, big smoke like fireman

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

Marlo – Paid Off Lyrics

[Intro]
The streets made me a monster
And I ain’t get nothin’ but some pain from it
I swear everyday I do it all again (I will)
The streets made me a monster
And I ain’t get nothin’ but some pain from it (beast mode)
Yeah, Marlo

[Verse 1]
The streets done made me a monster
I ain’t get nothin but pain from ’em
I swear that I’ll do it all again (I will)
And my brother became my best friend ’til the end
And I’m on the block with the OG’s drinkin’ gin
Done lost my dog, it hurt a nigga within (thug)
They say the good die young, well CJ I know you f**kin’ win (CJ)
And I was on shiver with the J’s and the big pistol and the bomb
And I’m still on that run up nigga get done up (done up)
When niggas say they want beef, nigga get guns up (gun up)
How the f**k you beef with no money, you don’t bruh (haha)
And the westside niggas glad that I came up (came up)
Had to stay down with the Marlo and they ain’t change up
Switched the game then I came up and it was dangerous
Made a million dollars nigga, stacking paper (paper)
And I tell them hater niggas f**k you later (f**k ’em)

[Chorus]
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’

[Verse 2]
I was on Water Street selling two five for ahk (ahk)
Then I turned around and hit a big lick with Doc
I told ahk he gotta come in on that block (block)
Then I put my lil brother n’ them on the clock
How the f**k you think I made Set Up Shop?
Moved them bricks and then I popped (popped)
And them long days and them long nights, shit was hard (hard)
Standin’ in the cut nigga with all my boys (my boys)
Shit was real in the field, I watched lil Kim get killed
And then Quay had got shot and nigga know that this shit was real
f**k it is what it is
Bet that shit won’t happen no more
I’m pullin’ up, hanging out the side door (pop pop)
MDC what I ride for, ’bout PFK I’m dying bro
And long live Net, what he died for (died)
We posted in the kitchen in the 9th Ward
And f**k bein’ broke, them my words (yeah)
We was flipping them chickens, them my birds (them chickens)

[Chorus]
Them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’

[Outro]
I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’
I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’

Pressa – Anaconda Lyrics

[Intro]
Mmmm, ah
Mmm, yea, yea
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, cousins raised me
Block boy shootin’ gravy
Mama
Yea, yea

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

[Verse 1]
Had the block going crazy
Servin’ [?] babies
Tell the crackheads come and hurry
The devil trynna call me
My uncle keep trynna warn me
Wake up, pray in the morning
They don’t even know the half
Tell them little bit bout my story
It was me, bro in the trap
9mm, f**k a bat
Every single jug we went half
No marijuana, straight crack
We was workin’ all off a clock
So now my hand got a clock
We got a different walk when we walk
We got a different talk when we talk
And I don’t like to even speak
And I don’t like to even preach
But I learned hella lot from OG
And my daddy used to run the street
And I got straight out the mud
But I don’t like to play in the mud
So my lil bro get the drum
You know what’s up
You got all rights to go kill
But never do it in the house
I’m that lil nigga on the couch
And there’s [?]
And trappin’ straight out the couch, man
[Slurp?] all of my coke
And Canada Goose got me cold
But Canada Goose got me warm
And, never switch on my own
Sometimes in the trap all alone
And I always with bro
We murder shit and he know
If you scared go to Rome, nigga
And I’m dragon to the bone, nigga

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

[Verse 2]
Forever sit through [wasco?]
We move shit like Narcos
They look for me, Marco
Free my nigga [Anito?]
I don’t f**k with Marshalls
Push his head back, Arnold
Where you were like Fargo
This glizzy got him startled
I remember on the block, I lost my marbles
I remember on the block, I was shootin’ the[ir?] marbles
My car don’t work if it ain’t got a stash spot
My heart don’t work cause it ain’t got a soft spot
These bullets make him run and do a hurdle
I swear I need that bread like chicken burgers
I saw, I smoke my beef, they need to catch up
Wassi make the police call for backup
Bullets make em back up
And these niggas ain’t cancer
Make the hood look handsome
I got manners, Jordan Manners
Shooters caught on camera
Make a snake, he anacondas

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

Pablo Skywalkin – Champagne Lyrics

[Intro]
Flex Rich Lo in this bitch nigga man yall better go get yall mo’f**king money up this shit ain’t nothing nigga
Nigga really do this shit nigga this shit deeper than music

[Verse]
My f**king head hurting I been thinking about a lot of shit
Put a lotta niggas on I laughed this the thanks I get
Pants tight as hell I’m just praying that the franklins fit
Took my nigga West I was hurting I was lost as shit
Took my nigga Coke I cryin’ on some [?]
I feel so lonely I don’t know why
Got a massage, f**ked a bitch, served a fan out in Novi
Oh that yo’ bitch lil nigga shit that’s where you lost at
Cause she love when I f**k her when I hit she talk back
$900 for the shoes they ain’t even all that
They say “Lo can you please sign?” well while waiting on a deal I’m chilling breakin hoes in the meantime
And if a nigga touch me while I got a gun imma squeeze mine
He be looking like Swiss cheese now
The hood fake they be mad when I breeze by
Just nod my head, skirt off and throw the peace sign
My daddy OG still servin’ halfs in his Levi’s
But I had to get it on my own cause I need mine
My momma need me bad I don’t wanna see her mad
I’m just sad Feds f**ked up relationship with my dad
Time moving fast watching my niece grow up
I was hurt shit that night when that 8 got po’ed up
Had a seizure heart stopped can’t believe I woke up
But I couldn’t die that day I would’ve left them hopeless
I guess I’m chosen
When I wear my chain hoes see the ocean
Off too much medicine I need for smoking
Know whatever is in my wood just know that it’s potent
I popped a Perc she she popped a Perc it made her open

Og Prince – Twist It Lyrics (feat. Big Baby Tape & Tveth)

[Текст песни “Twist It” ft. Big Baby Tape, TVETH]

[Сэмпл: DJ Paul – Twist it, Hit it, Lite it]
*D-D-DJ Tape*
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s the, that’s the
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Benzo Mafia

[Куплет 1: Big Baby Tape]
Этот день особый, я проснулся и я feelin’ good
У меня есть куш, мой хоуми мчит ко мне, везет с собой те бэквуд
Дэймбэг, Тэйп и boof bag, рядом мой пон, а также десять hoe
Косяк и косяк, дабл кап, новый сон, бро
Курим на парковке стики ики, хоуми, ты залип
Мы сидим в кустах, в моих трусах лежит extendo clip
Cadillac whip, зип OG, статус VIP
Бейби Тейп и DJ Tape, как Тимати и DJ Dlee
Мой косяк дымит, мои меха все наполняют blow
Камехамеха, я атакую этот lemondrow
Мчу на тачке, я в дрова, wassup, homeboy Nixx
И я роллю свой блант, пока прошлый иссяк
Но весь дым в меня проник
Мы дымим на dirty south, мое тело steady leanin’
В Ламборгини суки на бикини, а не в лине
Куш стал louder и у меня есть powder
Я будто Стиви Уандер, вижу в бланте чистый power, битч

[Куплет 2: OG Prince]
Я кладу боль на стол, кручу одной рукой
Туса на все сто, бой, и зачем немеет всё лицо
I’m feelin’ good, меня убила эта сама суть
Шмаляю с двух, даю вино из ниоткуда, как Иисус
Сука хочет видеть мои слёзы, эй
Но я их набиваю на лице, эй
Насколько тебе сложно не заметить
Это длинные листья, Benzo Gang
Benzo линзы на моем носу
Вся свежесть гейма на моем носу
Вся свежесть гейма — это мы, братан
И money, money, money over сук
Мой Nixx kidnapp’ит Sailor Moon
Кручу косяк, глотаю круг
Catch me outside, how about that?
Вся моя жизнь большой абсурд
На высоте каждый день, но сплю в земле
От ваших песен диабет, убей меня из пушки, побыстрей
Йоу, Тэйп, why you trappin’ so hard?
Я кручу уже пятый косяк
Я клянусь, нахуй этих девчонок
И тех, кому что-то не так
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Это длинные листья
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, twist it

[Куплет 3: Tveth]
Новый день настал, в кармане тысяча рублей
Я вкачал инту, теперь колдую, словно чародей, воу
Утреннее солнце, за мной ходит моя тень
Подо мной горит кортес, нет необкашляных проблем
Ведь я встал, помолился, налил, отпил, поджёг, и вот я здесь
Листья тянуться наверх, ствол сжимает моя bae
Сука, я не верю в чудо, пью банан и карамель
Не поможет парамедик, если в деле koramil
Где я сегодня был, теперь меня там нет
Насыпаю пыль на авиабилет
Кай высокий как Филипп, пунктуален как Patek
На одной стерео дорожке: OG, Baby, Tveth, yeah

[Сэмпл: DJ Paul – Twist it, Hit it, Lite it]
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Benzo Mafia
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that
Grab me a swisher, cut it up and fill it with weed
Twist it, hit it, light it
Twist it, hit it, light it
That’s that, that’s that

Moneybagg Yo – Intro Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I was broke they wasn’t intimidated
Ran up some paper, they started hating
Jizzle told me just keep going in
And shit on they ass like you constipated
Got me feeling myself, not no masturbation
Thirty inch off that Glock just for altercations
I go hard for this shit ‘cause I had a passion
I just blew a few thou’ while up in [?]
Had to run it up, it was rent time
Kids need the shit and you know I had to get mine
Had to go hard, it was crunch time
We was on the road doin’ shows then fish died
Feel like the devil was f**kin’ with me
Super bowl night, man I can’t forget it
Two found dead in a car, no witness
Get the call, damn it my nigga Emmitt
I was just with him like yesterday
Man I wish today was yesterday
Just to kick shit and parlay with him
Now my nigga gone man, andale
Had to shake back, had to get my mind right
Flooded out watch, had to get the time right
Pour up, toast up, drink a D’usse with me
We was broke as a [?], lord be my witness
I’m straight from the bottom with it
Haters wish I was still there
I like changing the vibes up
So now I be everywhere
I be all at your bitch place
f**k them twenties, I want big faces
Yeah I literally smoke strong
You would think the weed lift weights

[Interlude]
That’s for sure though
I mean I saw it a long time ago man
We gotta do this shit
Like f**k the haters man
If they wanna hate, let ‘em hate
And if they want war we gon’ give it to ‘em
f**k ‘em

[Verse 2]
Whatever they wanna do we can do it
If it ain’t ‘bout that money, I don’t get into it
That’s how I get into it
So don’t come around me with that f**kery
Better get you a feature, want to rap with me
Man I waited so long, this was meant for me
Stayed down now I’m buzzin’, no bumblebee
Really live this lifestyle, they just talk the street
Bitches everywhere, can’t get ‘em off of me
With this mojo I’m feeling like Austin P
Remember days had the mask on, no Halloween
OG told me young nigga apply some pressure
Money right so I went head and iced the bezel
I’m so dope you can drop me and get some extras
Thinkin’ to myself man this shit now or never
I’m finna go in hard ‘cause that’s how I came
Got your bitch in a foreign thang switching lanes
I’m just dealing with the money and the shit it bring
So many damn problems you would go insane
Man, I’m dealin’ with too much at one time right now
Man, I’m f**kin’ two bitches at one time right now
Man, my nigga dead but it feel like he right here
Tellin’ me man, Yo this your year
ELO voices all in my ear, for real

Easy Life – Afters Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She’s a rich girl, Persian rug and trust fund
Barely standing but she’s never had so much fun
I just need a little bit of peace, take me far away
I just need a little light relief

Hold up wait what did you say?
Too busy lost in the bass
I’m easily lost in this place
I can feel it in my brain I’m coming up
One too many in this place I’ve had enough, yeah

[Chorus]
She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

Who’s got the house key
All these girls at uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

[Verse 2]
Location services are rinsing all my battery
Despite the read receipts you don’t get back to me
I just need a little bit of peace, take me far away
I just need a little light relief

Nothing was the same when we woke up
She don’t wanna smoke up
Conspiracy theories still chew my ear off on the sofa
I’ve got to shoot soon, hope it’s on my bus route
Carpet stains and painkillers I’ll be on the move

[Chorus]
She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

Who’s got the house key
All these girls from uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters

She said you don’t really know me
Said she’s got the OG playlist straight from ’03
Keep it on the low, are you coming for afters
Are you coming for afters, yeah

Who’s got the house key
All these girls at uni
Like yeah my daddy’s rich but no one understands me
Are you coming for afters
I’ll see you at afters

[Verse 3]
We’re running low on this cheap wine
You float across the room and beauty’s redefined
Come draw me a silver line
I will slip and see me slide
The motion in your glide or the focus in your eyes babe

I find it hard to concentrate
Let’s take a minute take a break
Let’s get away
I need a holiday, puff pass medicate
Afters got me feeling like there’s nothing else to say babe
You taught me a lesson
I was busy second guessing all your gestures, I was stressing
But nah I’m cool now
I’m calm now
I’m good now

Mustard – On God Lyrics (feat. A$ap Ferg & A$ap Rocky)

[Intro: A$AP Ferg]
Y’all already know how I’m rockin’
Mustard on the beat, ho
Here we go, let’s go

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome

[Verse 1: YG]
On God, I got in with the nine millimeter
On God, I’m in the red Lamborghini, a two-seater
On God, I’m in hard bottoms, these ain’t sneakers
I need a bad bitch, half ho, half diva
On God, it ain’t ever been no bitch in me
I’m aggressive with these hoes, ain’t no soft shit in me
Niggas know it’s three-nine-seven plus three (4Hunnid)
At the top, who you see, shit, me, me, and me
She wanna kick it after we f**k, I don’t do kung-fu
If your friend a bustdown that mean you one too
If your friend a bustdown that mean you one too
If I whip the dick out, bitch, what you gon’ do?
I’m in the red coupe, I call it SuWoop
I got voices in my head like, “SuWoo, SuWoo”
Don’t believe the hype, these nigga lie in the booth
I’m a good-lookin’ rapper, I ain’t lyin’ to you

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg & YG]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this (4Hunnid)
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg]
Life’s a beach, hittin’ licks like a lease
Gettin’ licked like your teeth
Runnin’ shit like the cleats
On my feet, little bit, little bitch want a three
Run a threesome, then I’ma stab, no repeat
On G-O-D, they on my B-O-D
I’m with the AOD, it’s a G-O, here we go
I’m G double O-D, good, I’m a OG
Three, triple OG, hold it down, P-O-P (Here we go, let’s go)
I can’t stand a ho with no rhythm
I can tell if the ass factual or fiction
I can’t really tell if she twerkin’ or twitchin’
How many of you hoes out there really Christians?
On God, have the fella pass the petition
Shorty learn to clean house like she pack for eviction
Learnin’ for a class, or a cast, or audition
Change your forecast, throw the cash on a bitch

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Big mansion, chicks dancin’, uh
Prayed for it and the shit happened, uh
Left Prada with ten jackets, uh
Bitch solid and I’m mismatchin’, uh
Sick and tired of the chit-chattin’, uh
I been ballin’, this is just practice, uh
Blow twenty, sorry, Ms. Jackson, uh
Went West and I went platinum, on God
I’m back with my bro YG
To put you niggas in the pit, like deodorant be
I done came everything I was chosen to be
How I’m at the dinner party with Hova and Bey
‘Cause I’m bustin’ door-to-door like Jehovah with thieves
And now my whole family be rolling with me
Made my mom the accountant, little brother got talent
And my Uncle T-Berg handle security

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God (T-Raww)

[Verse 4: Tyga]
Pray for me, niggas love and hate me, bunch of Judas’
All this money make you evil, I won’t give in to it
Imitate my lifestyle, but they ain’t been through it
Think you know my plays, re-route ’em, Cam Newton
Factory Patek, blood, sweat, tears, yes
Buy your mom a house, then we could talk then (Nigga)
I got four payroll, I’m the big man (Nigga)
Ten toes, never fold, stick to the plan
New mansion, gotta keep advancing
Outlandish, Maybach when I land it
Black bandit, run up in it, no manners
Gotta keep up with the pace like Indiana
Leave ’em white in the face like the masked phantom
I’ma f**k her all night ’til she can’t stand up
Got the Bugatti in red like the devil dancin’
And he keep tryna call, I won’t answer him

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
On God, your diamonds don’t dance like this
You ain’t got no soldiers takin’ no chance like this, on God
Now ain’t nobody triller than this
Go anywhere around the world, nobody realer than this, on God
I be nappin’ in the Hamptons
I just got an architect to build a big ass mansion, on God
Now I’m ready for expansion
And my old bitch left me but I swear I’m so handsome, on God

[Outro: Mustard]
Jesus

G-Eazy – Full Time Cappers Lyrics

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[Intro]
G-Eazy, what up?
From the Bay to the universe
JetsonMade another one

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, bitch? You sound stupid, you sound childish
I might pull up in that classic 1965 low mileage
Slimane should be my stylist, mixin’ new Celine with Palace
Drink liquor all night, green juice all day, life’s all about balance, listen (Yee)
Think before you talk, there might just be some goons around us (Ayy)
You trippin’ and tonight you gon’ find out how wild the town is (Be cool)
And everything’s not fiction, it ain’t nothing fake about us
Been searching for my hot girl, I told Megan bring some Stallions (Yee)
At fashion week Milan, I’m out here snatching these Italians (Ayy)
Don’t drop the ball, the only thing I drop is Platinum albums (What else?)
Drop ex hoes, drop bad habits, drop fire shit, still drop acid
Drop a pin, I’m pulling up like ‘bam-bam’ all on your mattress

[Chorus: French Montana & Moneybagg Yo]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers (G-Eazy, what it do?)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
If you think I’m fuckin’ your bitch, ask her
I told her play her part, never
I can see right through the lie, Casper
Shot off right up to the top, NASA (Add it up)
You niggas cappers but my extendo as long as a cane (It came with a 30)
I’m not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (Eat it up), but I wear my heart on my sleeve (Trippin’)
These Amiris, not Trueys (No, sir), we did that in 2013 (Put it up)
Snap back, you niggas so cap, my ice clear, your water look tap
Dick in her mouth, I’m fillin’ her gap (Uh)
No rap cap, 100K in my lap

[Chorus: French Montana]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Bitch, you not a factor (You not), you just an actor (Ayy)
Hit her from the back (Ayy), she got it backwards (Uh)
Feel like I’m the shit (Shit), like, “Where my Pampers?” (You know)
Thousand dollar tip, yeah (For what?) For all the dancers (Whoo)
Took a stylish bitch (Ayy) right to the Hamptons
Now she on the injured list, yeah (Why?) ‘Cause she was active
They be fighting for the dick, yeah, ’cause I’m attractive
Money falling on the kid, yeah, feel like a magnet
This is not an instant replay, this life for real
They gone do whatever we say, that’s la famille
Today feel just like my b-day, just signed a deal
I think she down for the three-way, she said she will
Seen that ass I want to jump on, that shit go ‘ba-bum’
Her face I want to bust on, she said “Uh-uh”
“You gon’ fuck up my makeup”, skeet on her Revlon
As-salāmu ʿalaykum, this ain’t no love song

[Chorus: French Montana ]
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain’t practice
We put asses in the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers
Full time cappers
Bitch, I fold them like a futon mattress
We don’t fuck with full time cappers
We don’t fuck with full time cappers

[Outro: G-Eazy]
French, I love you forever, I swear to God
Moneybagg Yo, what’s up?
Straight up

[Interlude]
You said what?
Yeah, players have fun, suckas have none
What’s the word of the day, OG?
Well, the good book said wasn’t gonna be but a few and I’m one of ’em
A lot was called, but only a few was real with ’em, wa— was chosen
You know, you be true to the game, the game be true to you
And treat ya people right, ’cause the same people you meet goin’ up the same people you meet comin’— you goin’ down

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rebel’s Kick It Lyrics

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[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Ain’t no goin’ back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that’s a fact
I’m with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don’t wanna tote no pistol, we ain’t heard of that
I’ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don’t know ’bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in fucking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried ’bout his goals, she think it’s crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin’ them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don’t see no greatness, he gon’ grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him
Got some OG’s in the hood gon’ ride ’bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books so they won’t let you slime ’bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain’t gettin’ that, he ain’t feelin’ that
So he learned to hide on ’em
Now let me tell you that I’m a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn’t
Turned 17, ‘fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon’ die or you gon’ take one? Nigga, what’s your answer?
You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what’s the hassle?
Still to this day, I’m on FaceTime talkin’ with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it

[Verse 2]
What you thinkin’ ’bout, what you hearin’ ’bout? I’ma see about it, nigga (I’m with you)
You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I’ll put a hundred, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that’s on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain’t forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain’t wan’ drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin’, “Who want problems?” You was holdin’ up your semi
I kept on sayin’ I’ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin’ me, “Let’s get it”

[Interlude]
My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I’ll never go against you
I ain’t never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes

[Chorus]
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I’m living? Yeah
I’d rather show you, fuck the critics, I’ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil’ big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck ’round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I’m with it, fuck ’round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I’m slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah

Snoop Dogg – First Place Lyrics

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[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I  gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My  eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My  eye (First place), ooh

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
OG,  S-N-double O-P
Money talk, nigga, bullshit walk
‘Fore  a nigga show up, gotta envelope me
Big dog, you could never short me (What?)
I need it all upfront, no backend
Since a lil’ nigga, Dogg got it crackin’
On  deck all times, no lacking
Head on swivel ’cause anything can happen
I was banging before I was rapping (Rapping)
I was slanging before it was trapping (Trapping)
Always on go, it’s automatic
Gold medal caught my eye, I gotta have it
We lost Nip too soon, that’s tragic
But he gave LA more wins than Magic
More wins than Kobe and Shaq did
Champions never die, they everlasting

[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I’m a boss, I’m a genius, I can’t turn it off
A lot of niggas not caught from this cloth
You are witnessing a gangster evolve
After all the run-ins with the law (What?)
After life threw me all them curveballs (Curveballs)
You’da thought I gave up, but nah (Nah)
Grow man, thug it out, stand tall
Who sold millions of records and balled?
Never slowed up, no no, not at all
From the streets of Long Beach, it’s the Dogg
I hustled every day, how you think I got it all?
Did it my way, I done broke a lot of laws
Always came in first place, I ain’t never tied with y’all
Everything real, I ain’t never lied to y’all
First place (First place)

[Chorus: Tdot illdude]
Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh
Champion on every street that I survive
I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
My eye (First place), ooh

Comethazine – Fuck Errbody Lyrics

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[Intro]
Grow up, nigga

[Chorus]
Just left the lot, skrrted away with two seats
For the price of this bitch, could have skrrted away with two Jeeps
I was just broke, nothin’ to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (Bitch)
Smokin’ dope out a Jeep, now I’m bustin’ it down by the P
Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that’s for whoever speakin’ on me
Dump the whole clip if I gotta ’cause I got another one sittin’ right under the seat (Boom)
When I drop Bawksee 3, I’ma fuck up the streets
And then sit back and sleep while my money increase
Bitch, I’m double OG, I can never be beat
No, it’s not what it seems, I will always defeat

[Verse]
Give a fuck about her, give a fuck about him
Because neither of them give a fuck about me
Shut the fuck up, I am trying to feast
Twenty a month for my new house lease
Choker got me lookin’ like a dog on a leash
Bitch, I am a dog, but I’m wild and free
AR-15, it’ll blow out your teeth
Teach a young nigga how to go ’bout the beef
Go buy some heat, then stay by your piece
Sag real low, this a heavy XD
Balenci’ 43, these some heavy ass feet
Used to do heavy hits out the Chevy ’03
Every clerk at Shell in the hood know me
Copped Backwoods, dub on pump three
Put three up in the ‘Wood, then bump Pimp C

[Chorus]
Just left the lot, skrrted away with two seats
For the price of this bitch, could have skrrted away with two Jeeps
I was just broke, nothin’ to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (Bitch)
Smokin’ dope out a Jeep, now I’m bustin’ it down by the P
Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that’s for whoever speakin’ on me
Dump the whole clip if I gotta ’cause I got another one sittin’ right under the seat (Boom)
When I drop Bawksee 3, I’ma fuck up the streets
And then sit back and sleep while my money increase
Bitch, I’m double OG, I can never be beat
No, it’s not what it seems, I will always defeat

Chief Keef – Sneeze Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Yah, yah, yah, yah (Yeah)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah)
Yah, yah (Yeah)
Sosa, baby (Sosa)
GBE, baby (Bang, Bang)

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Verse 1]
Lift this chopper like some weights, I ain’t bench pressin’
Got FNH up in the club and I got Smith & Wesson
But I don’t really like Smith & Wesson, got Glock, boy
If he decide to knock you down, you’s a opp, boy
Pulled up in that ugly thing, it got teeth on it
They like “What the fuck’s a feature, ain’t got Keef on it”
This bitch wanna roll some weed and put some keef on it
At the top hangin’ off the clouds, yeah my sleeves on it
If you lookin’ for me, I’m prolly in New Orleans
With them 504 boys, no Levis jeans
Come through with 450s, nigga flee the scene
Bitch a 223 chopper, that’s what Keef’ll bring

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Verse 2]
Up this Glock and sneeze, catch you, ha-choo
Come through and knock down your partner, I mean to pop you
Like we was shootin’ some craps, I mean to spot you
You’s a goofy to the audience, no need to clap you
I got plenty B-roll, like a camera man
Diddy Boppin’ in the party, that’s Keef Hammer Dance
You can put me at the back and I’m still gon’ win
Stompin’ on the heads of my mufuckin’ mini-man
Brown brick mansion, lookin’ like some wheats, nigga
Six car garage, well I got three in them
Gotta go super far for the other three
Pull off and my shit soundin’ ugly

[Chorus]
Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
“Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang bang, bang bang

Gunna – Idk Why Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Mama thanked me for her purse
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
Every day I’m high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

[Verse 1]
I’ma bet on me (Me)
I don’t care if it’s a dollar, I got three my partners, that’s a quarter each (That’s a quarter each)
I got some snakes in my collar, lil’ bitch, I’m a slime and we don’t ever sleep (Slime)
The commas are damn near robotic, it’s same color powder, whiter than a sheep (Sheep)
The pussy wet like she in heat (Yeah)
Dolce Gabbana on her feet (Yeah)
Young Gunna slime anaconda, we bite like piranhas, me and my brother Keed (Keed)
Took 30K the whole summer, now I want a hunna, I stopped bein’ cheap (Cheap)
Since that boy came out the gutter, now he chargin’ 50 thousand for a beat
I don’t work for free (No)
The salesman that know me in Barney’s say I smell like Biscotti mixed with Creed (Biscotti mixed with Creed)
I know some women adore me, tell me I’m the realest they seen (I’m the realest they done seen)
I keep my mind on my ’cause that’s really all a nigga ever need (That’s all a nigga ever needed)

[Chorus]
All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Mama thanked me for her purse
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
Every day I’m high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

[Verse 2]
I got better days (I got better days)
I moved my mom to the boondocks, we already used to sleepin’ in a cave (In a cave)
I started sellin’ that mota, makin’ me some moohla, servin’ out our place (Servin’ out our place)
Now I charge rappers for verses, do it for a purpose, I don’t wanna trade (Do it for a purpose, I don’t wanna trade)
I done got a raise (I done got a raise)
OG told me my future was bright, gotta wear the shades (Gotta wear your shades)
Blessed life so I paint the coupe all white just to give him praise (Just to give him praise)
Came a long way from sittin’ waitin’ in the line for the new J’s (Waitin’ in the line for the new J’s)
I can get away (I can get away)
You gonna need you a surfboard when it come to me and Wheezy wave (Me and Wheezy wave)
Can’t get bigger than who you work for ’cause you know some shit’ll prolly change (Shit’ll prolly change)
Charge that shit up ’til we’re worth more, we ain’t in the business for the fame (We ain’t in the business for the fame)

[Chorus]
All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Mama thanked me for her purse
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
Every day I’m high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

[Outro]
That’s a quarter each

Migos – Naw, Naw Lyrics

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take a look at my life back then, trap season
When you make it, everybody think it’s easy
My family need me, my squad let me lead them
Get this bitch ass nigga, tryna run up on me
Had the plug with the Maly, the Xans and the counterfeit
When I’m livin the Migo life, it’s hard to live
When I walk with my shooter, it’s hard to give
For real, man, you know we made a mill
Independent, we ain’t sign no deal
You niggas trippin, cause you out buisness
We came in the game, so vavaisous
We in mantions, doing shows
RIP my nigga Pistol Pete, I know he lookin down on us
Now when I walk around, a north nigga gotta keep the Mac

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Na, for real, had to grab the Duce in time
Na, for real, young rich nigga got ripped off, over halftime
On the block, beat it like Alkine
200 for the Alk-line
Standin in the stove with a slab, that’s a cookie slab
Police try to give me life, I had a alabi
Fuck nigga, you lie
Real nigga hit you with the Mac and the 9
For real, we the new Hot Boys
Stack up all that money, gotta be a downpour
We ahead of the lingo, go ahead and pour
Skellitons on the Rolli, lookin bold
I’m a batuler, I live in the mansion, let’s get it
40 for the safe, that’s right, yep

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Pintes never seeled, I keep the bricks in the seel for sail
Remember kickin in doors, takin stacks to help my grandma career
Trap on the blocks, with the racks and snow
Young nigga tryna make a dope deal
They askin me questions, like Dr. Phill
Got excited when I saw half a mill
I was plannin just to get a record deal, now we independent, only come for Ms
Came a long way from bustin sticks and steal
There’s a lot of shit I regret I did
Can’t let neggitivity get to me, I’m taking a private jet to Sissilie
So you the Grinch stole Christmas
I got the OG, in that Christmas tree

[Chorus: Quavo]
Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
Na, for real
Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
Na, for real
Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
Na, for real
When you get money, stack it up for a reason
Na, for real

KSI – Beerus Lyrics

[Intro]
Randolph, yeah, yeah
Zeeshan

[Verse 1: Randolph]
Ah
You don’t like me that’s established
Keyboard warrior
Ugly ass catfish
You can never @ this
Out here, living that lavish life
You should be embarrassed, yikes
Cashin’ the vault so it’s safe to say
Your boy stayed dry on a rainy days
World flow, we set the stage
Walter White bitches say my name
Coming at me, you’ll need stamina
This ain’t for amateurs
Waiting for hours and hours
To shine on the camera
Still got you powerless
Life is a bitch but she look like an hourglass
Got no time for this shit
Doubling down because I’m tryna get rich
And I’m tryna take it to another level
Got a hundred bags full of hundred bezels
I’m a fuckin’ rebel, I shoot first
Carry the game cuz’ the shoes hurt
Put it all on my back
Weather the storm
It make it rain ’till it’s three in the morn’
From dirt, to rock, to private planes
Home studios to live on stage
And ain’t nothin’ changed
We’ve been goin’ in since day (day)
Uh, Loyalty pays (pays)
You’ve been waiting for that royalty wage (ah)
It’s never gonna come, is it? (woo)
Like your girl, don’t need her digits (woo)
Imma show her what a real man like (yeah)
Plenty commas when we fly (we fly)
No empty bottles they all night
But this life it’s ride or die

[Hook: KSI]
Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
We will make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

[Verse 2: KSI]
Young winner young sinner, peace her when I’m done
And that head spinnin’ cash
Brotha I’m the breadwinner
Bread but I run ‘cus you wouldn’t be the soul
Son of Danny Glover, whipping out the Adams
So they never pop up
Woah
My life I’m keepin’ it all on the low
Who am I fuckin’, oh you wanna know
Started this all on my own
With that venomous flow as the C to the E to the O
I come and go with the fitness
Millions all over to witness
Millions all over the bank
Millions all over the business
Can’t come at me
Upper echelon
The real OG
The YouTube don
Fuck your number one, ‘cus I’m limitless
Don’t fuck with me, else I’m leavin’ you spiritless
Nah, nah, nah
Why is my ex tryin’a message, I don’t wanna talk to you
Nah, nah, nah
Even this guy want some money, you know I don’t fuck with you
Nah, nah, nah
Tweetin’ your peace on the net let me come there and humble you
Nah, nah, nah
I’m on a level where even the devil is scared of me
I got some enemies
Always want hate ’till I die, ‘cus I fucked up their legacy
Negative energies
All of the bitches I finish, I keep them in memory
Fuck with my enemies
I am the king of the sheep
You can stay as a wannabe
Keep being under me
I’m on another level
I’m a new age rebel ‘cus

[Hook: KSI]
Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
Make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

Young winner come fear us
I’m a god like Beerus
Made my mark like Overmars
I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
I got women, always showin’ now
On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
Make ’em missin’
Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

[Outro: KSI]
Motherfucker (yeah)

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?