Spotemgottem – Beat Box 5 Lyrics (feat. Polo G)

[Intro: Polo G]
Lil’ Capalot (Lil’ Capalot), bitch (Bitch), haha (Haha)
On foenem, man, you know we in this bitch, ganged out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang, gang (Gang, gang)

[Verse 1: Polo G]
FN knock his head off, f*ck the jakes, we sped off
Dissin’ on the ‘net ’bout Ed and Lil Bid got his mans chalked
We gon’ take his life, bitch, that’s how much dissin’ the dead cost
I put that lil’ bag up on his wig, he got his dreads bought
Tried to run, them bullets hawked him down, we left his legs crossed
We can speak ’bout bitches or this money, don’t do fed talk
Hundreds on my wrist watch, AP make her lick cock
In a mansion I bought mama, with my lil’ sis’ makin’ TikToks
Lil Jo let that stick pop, smoke opps out the ziplock
We gon’ leave a brick shot, chase him out his flip-flops
Catch him on the day, you play with us and get your bitch shot
See them lights and take ’em on the chase, don’t do no pitstops
Too Turnt Gang, we drop the rakes, kill ’em, what my chopper say
f*ck it, let that chopper spray, caught him snoozin’, shot his face
I was taught to get close on your man, don’t shoot from blocks away
I call my lil’ killer, “What’s the plan? Let’s whack an opp today”
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch (Bitch)

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]

In Miami with my motherf*ckin’ heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can’t f*ck wit’ her no more, that lil’ bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I’m thinking that’s something you need to know
I’m smooth and I’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin’ my song, I got her takin’ off her thong
I’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
I’m kickin’ shit like Jackie Chan ’til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this bitch regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thu— Thu— Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

Lil Yachty & Tee Grizzley – Dynamic Duo Lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy lil’ Instagram ho, how much you fuckin for? (And some head)
After me, go in that room and show some love to bro (Go get bro together)
Fuck that fame shit (Bitch), bitch don’t play that role (Bitch)
You just another ho (Bitch), you just ain’t been exposed (Yeah), ayy
Heard niggas looking for me, I ain’t hiding jack (Never)
I’m prolly in that ‘Cat with an explosive on my lap (Boom)
Don’t no nigga ’round me stomach touch they back, that’s all facts
These niggas all cap, if we deep we all strapped (Graah)
They talk good in that studio, it’s all rats (They talk)
I talk good in that studio, it’s all facts (That’s facts)
The bros look like rappers but them niggas all trap
I’ll let that chopper scream like a text with all caps (Braah)
Mar-Mar on his way, I lovе talking to my nigga (Free bro)
Her head on my lap, she lovе talking to my zipper (Noggin)
This MAC it hit yo back like you was coughing, lil’ nigga
Since you can’t stay in yo place, stay in this coffin, lil’ nigga
Ran into this famous bitch, she said want some coke (Whatever)
I said what you need, bitch we got that by the truckload (We got it)
She said she wanna do some’ (Woo), told her get the fuck on (Bitch)
Bitch you a custo’, I serve, I don’t fuck those (Bitch)
You know I got the drip, my sweater fifty Benjis (Five bands)
If I can’t fuck the bitch then she must be in prison (Behind bars)
The competition non-existent, I don’t see them (Nah)
Bro smacked him with that Eagle, bitch my niggas evil (Bitch, come here)
That’s why I thank God I can eat with rap
‘Cause my gun like some silverware, yeah I can eat with that (Eat)
Since he a hot head, add some more heat to that
Let that heater clap when he drop, we ain’t gon’ speak on that (Baow)
I’ll put them shooters on your doorstep (Knock, knock)
Then bring yo head back, I’ll tell ’em nice job (Good job)
Forty-five thousand for the Rolex (Whatever, nigga)
Another forty thousand for the ice job (Bling, blaow)
I just met my plug out in Vegas (Out in Vegas)
He bring that bag back, we doin’ flexin’ (We gon’ what?)
Rich nigga dick, bitch, taste it (Oh, taste it)
Don’t run, be a big girl, take it (Bitch, shut up)
The nigga shot my brother, he ain’t speakin’ (He’s not speakin’)
Not because he anti-social, he ain’t breathin’ (He outta here)
Niggas say they got it out the mud (That’s all)
I wish I had it that good, I got it out the cement (Wait up), hold up
How the hate gon’ keep me under (Huh?)
When the government couldn’t keep me down (Nah)
Fuck the throne, I just want some money (Yeah)
Y’all can keep the crowns
Before my momma went fed, she had ki’s and pounds
Told her keep them racks out her trap, it’s too much cheese around

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I don’t want no more rap friends, these niggas bitches (Yeah)
I don’t compete or beef at all, so that’s fictitious (Mmm)
I’m concrete as hell, fuck a scale, we’ll share the riches
I just might ice out your bitch for washing dishes (Mmm)
We won’t give a fuck about his words and final wishes
I know some niggas from the ‘burbs that’s pullin’ switches (Brr)
Hit the corner soft, let it off, then skrted off (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Now they seeing demons every time he turn and toss (Slatt)
I know niggas taking Vicodins, they Randy Moss
I took several trips with a look-a-like Kate Moss (Go)
My diamonds cost that me after, it’s okay ’cause it’s real Voss (Wet)
Did a lot of shit before the mask, I paid the cost
My lil’ bro a real street sweeper, he get it off (Jake)
My main bitch, the flyest bitch alive, she never lost
Shit, I may never lose
This shit gon’ slap ’em hard, they’ll never snooze
My grip so damn tight on my sack, I left a bruise (Slatt)
We beat that nigga lavish partner sleeping, it’s never rules
If she got any thing out of me, I wasn’t tricked (Go, go, go)
They can only get my chain if I lose it, I’m never licked (Go, go, go, go)
My homie whacked a nigga and went missing, he really sick (Damn)
A bitch ’round my bitch can’t get much but basic dick (Damn)
My old bitch was really old, born in ’86
Think before my OG had the music had eighty bricks
Move like the service ’round my head like the Taliban (Brr)
Stretch like the task force with a backyardigans
I never invest in a G, in another man (Boat)
Forty-five hundred on a Cartier cardigan (Sus)
I was just getting neck for my minions
If it don’t fit, we hit the tailor and we take it in
Don’t know why she was being stiff, I had to break it in
Praying for my niggas outside, I hope they make it in

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Michigan Boy Boat
I’m ’bout to fuck these niggas up

SpotEmGottem & Mulatto – Beat Box (Big Latto Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Mulato]
Yeah, yeah, this shit exclusive
Big Latto

[Verse 1: Mulato]
I told ya I’m that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
I’m outside swinging sticks, I ain’t talkin’ top golf
I been killin’ features, I’m on everythin’ like hot sauce
So don’t act like I ain’t been that bitch since I popped off
Big chains hang around me, loitering, wifey bring, them pointers in (Ice)
Show ’em, the end of the road, I ain’t into turnin’ boys to men
Walk through, there’s forty bands, red bottoms like Toya man (Yeah)
Who cut a nigga off quicker than me? Shit, not even Lori can (On God)
Who she think she is? She don’t win big, so well, bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches ain’t on shit but dick, I’m pullin’ triggers, not no wigs (Yeah)
Latto that, Latto this (Ha), tryna figure out my biz (Yeah)
Tell the blogs when they speak on Latto, don’t forget the Big
Higher than them tree tops (Yeah), bitch thinkin’ she hot (What?)
AP scally bust down (Ice), long way from them G-Shocks
Your fave is a freak thot (On God), no walls, sheet rocks
Told you he don’t eat, but to this pussy he gon’ beatbox
Ha, on God
This shit just too motherfuckin’ easy
Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin’ everything motherfuckin’ big
I’m the biggest, ha

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, ridin’ with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherfuckin’ heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can’t fuck wit’ her no more, that lil’ bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I’m thinking that’s something you need to know
I’m smooth and I’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin’ my song, I got her takin’ off her thong
I’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
I’m kickin’ shit like Jackie Chan ’til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this bitch regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

Big Baby Scumbag – Touchdown Lyrics (feat. Warholl.Ss)

[Chorus x2]
Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown
Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown
I done touched down on a pussy nigga (on a pussy nigga)
I done touched down on a pussy nigga

[Verse 1: Big Baby]
I done touched down, do my dance Randy Moss
Candy cane pinky rang look like apple sauce
I been catchin’ every playboy, I can’t take no loss
I’m a Florida nigga, Polo’d down to the draws
All my diamonds dancin’, you were thinkin’ mariachi
I speak guapanese, baby tell me what the topic
Main bitch Japanese came out Kawasake
I want two bad bitches in the Maserati
I ran up a check, yes I do, yes I do (whoah)
All I do is flex, yes I do, yes I do (whoah)
You do what you can’t, I do what I do
All these niggas lame, all these niggas fool

[Chorus x2]
Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown
Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown
I done touched down on a pussy nigga (on a pussy nigga)
I done touched down on a pussy nigga

[Verse 2: Warhol.ss]

[Chorus x2]
Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown
Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown
I done touched down on a pussy nigga (on a pussy nigga)
I done touched down on a pussy nigga

MadeinTYO – Funeral Lyrics

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
Actually you was cool, for a minute
I thought that we was cool for a minute, we went to school for a minute
Yeah she [?] when I hit it, I admit it
I’m that good feeling, when yo head up in the ceiling
Rub yo shit when I hit it
Ye these bars ‘ould make you lift up
I’m in your stomach like a sit-up
Ice cream diamonds yeah, it just got my wrist up
5k Raf on your pants, with yo big butt

[Verse 2: MyNamePhin]
I had a [?] she tryna eat me like some feast
Wanna split me like a swisher but we only smoking backwoods I’m
Balling like [?], coloured hair ‘cos a leader she
Mad ‘cos I ain’t wanna kiss her now, she pop a xan and act but she listen
This money first you, trippin’ it so different on Twitter pitching the verse if you
Got a bag then come get it just thanks for nothing you suck ‘cos you
Swallowed and should of spit it and [?] chrome kitted my
Momma said go and get it ‘cos niggas be all frilly like really like
I don’t get it, how come these niggas be bluffing your
Bitch a [?]

[Verse 3: MadeinTYO]
TPC shit
I love the private club
If I let you borrow the flow you gotta bring it back though
I’m tryna ball like Kobe, yeah with the afro
I get that chicken then jog, run through the back though
Japan smoking eight, yeah uh purple grapes
I know you lost this side, she tryna troll the high
Posting weak shit, flexing, but she just need a ride
And we just hit, Neiman Marcus I just got the slides
Margiela ribs, yeah you busting out your thighs
Flat screen, yeah I need that shit real wide
Next house, I need the pool with the fucking slide
And I ain’t letting shit slide
TPC 2018

[Verse 4: MyNamePhin]
I got a cougar with a Ruger, she don’t even listen to my music
But it’s some’ about that ratchet, take her in the Gucci snatch it
Her eyes bigger than her closet and, my pride bigger than that I’m sorry ‘cos
Niggas be coppin’ gucci, and you thinking I’m next to do it
Girl you foolish what you talking, I got it [?]
You catch it like Randy Moss while I’m shroomy tripping get losty huh

Kodak Black – Running Outta Love Lyrics

[Intro]
Like-like-like-like
I’m-I’m-I’m through with this shit, like
This shit ain’t even workin’, bae
This shit ain’t gon’ work, I ain’t gon’ lie to you
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
Like this shit that we got goin’ on so rusty, dog, you can’t even polish it
Like I ain’t even gon’ lie, bae, I don’t see no future in us
I ain’t like these other dudes, I’ma give this shit to you with no autotune, yeah
Fuck a slurpee I’m so smooth

[Chorus]
Been runnin’ out of love for you lately (out of L-O-V-E)
I don’t wanna fuck wit’ you no more (Baby I’m T-I-R-E-D)
I ain’t got no hope in us baby (Ain’t got no H-O-P-E)
It don’t make no sense tryna hold on (Baby I’m tired. baby I’m tired, there ain’t no we)
Been runnin’ out of love for you lately (There ain’t no hope, there ain’t no us, there ain’t no we)
I don’t wanna fuck wit’ you no more (There ain’t no we)
I ain’t got no hope in us baby (There ain’t no we)
It don’t make no sense tryna hold on

[Verse 1]
I’ve been runnin’ out of reasons, right now I don’t even care
I’ve been runnin’ out of feelings [?]
I don’t know how the fuck I’m breathin’ ’cause I’m runnin’ out of breath
Got me runnin’ out of love, I been runnin’ out of air
I’ve been runnin’ out of trust, you ain’t worthy
Fell into some feelings now I’m dirty
Brush me off, dust it off
Shut your mouth, cut it out
I was kickin’ in doors and runnin’ out
That’s the same way I’m runnin’ out on you
Drinkin’ my heart out, poured it out for you
I done even cut my homies out for you
I done even cut my buddies out for you
I done even cut my cousin out for you
Caught myself [?]
Caught myself like Randy Moss
I ain’t got time I’m windin’ out
Done did enough time, been in and out

[Chorus]
Been runnin’ out of love for you lately (out of L-O-V-E)
I don’t wanna fuck wit’ you no more (Baby I’m T-I-R-E-D)
I ain’t got no hope in us baby (Ain’t got no H-O-P-E)
It don’t make no sense tryna hold on (Baby I’m tired. baby I’m tired, there ain’t no we)
Been runnin’ out of love for you lately (There ain’t no hope, there ain’t no us, there ain’t no we)
I don’t wanna fuck wit’ you no more (There ain’t no we)
I ain’t got no hope in us baby (There ain’t no we)
It don’t make no sense tryna hold on

[Verse 2]
Keep tryna check my cellular
Girl you got me thinkin’ ’bout branchin’ off
Nah, this ain’t her, you way off
Baby this Jake from Statefarm
Got too much fishes in this water
Too much fish to worry ’bout ya
Too much fish to fry a piranha
Rather make a song than argue
You wanna fuss until tomorrow
Leave me alone I’m droppin’ a album
Blowin’ me up, I’m droppin’ a verse
Put my phone on “Do Not Disturb”
I’ve been runnin’ out of love
I’ve been runnin’ out of words
Tired of askin’ you “What’s the matter?”
‘Cause matters gettin’ worse
I’m ’bout to kick you to the curb, skrrt skrrt
Lately I ain’t been in your skirt, skirt, skirt
You would rather ask [?] for a skirt
I’d rather pull up in a verse, skrrt skrrt
In traffic bent, I’m swerving
You flaggin’, baby, you perkin’
I got a bag, but you can’t [?]
We ain’t lastin’, this ain’t workin’

[Chorus]
Been runnin’ out of love for you lately (out of L-O-V-E)
I don’t wanna fuck wit’ you no more (Baby I’m T-I-R-E-D)
I ain’t got no hope in us baby (Ain’t got no H-O-P-E)
It don’t make no sense tryna hold on (Baby I’m tired. baby I’m tired, there ain’t no we)
Been runnin’ out of love for you lately (There ain’t no hope, there ain’t no us, there ain’t no we)
I don’t wanna fuck wit’ you no more (There ain’t no we)
I ain’t got no hope in us baby (There ain’t no we)
It don’t make no sense tryna hold on

YBN Almighty Jay – Takin Off

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m taking off, leave your panties on when you fuck don’t take em off
She tryna have my baby keep the rubber on don’t take it off
Taking off Ferrari with the top I had to take it off
Niggas in they feelings ’cause they see a nigga takin off
Take it off
Take thousand dollar’s then I had to break it off
She gon’ throw it back and imma catch it like I’m Randy Moss
Bitch get lost, blew it on some kicks, nigga fuck the cops
Niggas wanna leech ’cause they see a nigga takin off

[Verse 1]
She tryna take off her top, my diamond they wet but your pussy not
My niggas still stand on the block they serving the rocks and ducking from cops
Niggas want beef with the gang until they get robbed until they get shot
Bitch want a nigga to marry they ass but I don’t fall in love with no thot
30 in the Glock that bitch hang out it look like a mop
Sliding on the opps, all that twitter beefing gotta stop
Carrots in my chain, my diamonds look like bunnies how they hop
Niggas in my lane, and that shit all funny till they drop
I learned that pimp shit from my pops
I got a friendship with your opps
I fucked your bitch in Gucci flops
French y’all boys who lean in rocks
Snatch yo bitch ’cause I’m a flirt
Ye’ ain’t twins [?]
Diamonds a bitch I feel like dirt
Ducking yo bitch I made her squirt

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m taking off, leave your panties on when you fuck don’t take em off
She tryna have my baby keep the rubber on don’t take it off
Taking off Ferrari with the top I had to take it off
Niggas in they feelings ’cause they see a nigga takin off
Take it off
Take thousand dollar’s then I had to break it off
She gon’ throw it back and imma catch it like I’m Randy Moss
Bitch get lost, throw it on some kicks, nigga fuck the cops
Niggas wanna leech ’cause they see a nigga takin off

[Verse 2]
When Jay walk in that room that pussy leakin’
Hit it from the back that pussy speakin’
My nigga popped some xans now he tweakin
Blew two bands in a strip club for no reason
Bitch she broke and boujee
She get on on nerves then she might just loose me
These bitches choosy
My friends are dead I feel like Uzi
These niggas goofy
They diss me for clout but the shit so booty
I told her to chew me
Netflix and Chill I don’t go to no movies
I won’t spend time with a bitch she argue I don’t got time for this shit
I put all my ice on and I almost blind a bitch
Made her give me face just like I FaceTimed a bitch
Told her that I loved her, she said boy you lied and shit

[Chorus]
Bitch I’m taking off, leave your panties on when you fuck don’t take em off
She tryna have my baby keep the rubber on don’t take it off
Taking off Ferrari with the top I had to take it off
Niggas in they feelings ’cause they see a nigga takin off
Take it off
Take thousand dollar’s then I had to break it off
She gon’ throw it back and imma catch it like I’m Randy Moss
Bitch get lost, throw it on some kicks, nigga fuck the cops
Niggas wanna leech ’cause they see a nigga takin off

YBN Almighty Jay – Takin Off Lyrics

(Chorus)
B*tch I’m taking off, leave your pant**s on when you f*ck don’t take ’em off
She tryna have my babies keep the rubber on don’t take it off
Taking off the rari’ with the top I had to take it off
N*gg*s in they feelings ’cause they see a n*gg* takin off
Take it off
Take thousand dollar’s then I had to break it off
She gon’ throw it back and imma catch it like I’m Randy Moss
the Bitch get lost, blew it on some kicks, n*gg* f*ck the cops
Niggas wanna leech ’cause they see a n*gg* takin off

(Verse 1)
She tryna take off her top, my diamond they wet but your p*ssy not
My n*gg*s still stand on the block they serving the rocks and ducking from cops
N*gg*s want beef with the gang until they get robbed until they get shot
B*tch want a n*gga to marry they *ss but I don’t fall in love with no thot
30 in the Glock that b*tch hang out it look like a mop
Sliding on the opps, all that twitter beefing gotta stop
Carrots in my chain, my diamonds look like bunnies how they hop
N*gg*s in my lane, and that sh*t all funny till they drop
I learned that p*mp shit from my pops
I got a friendship with your opps
I f*ck*d your b*tch in Gucci flops
French y’all boys who lean in rocks
Snatch yo b*tch ’cause I’m a flirt
Ye’ ain’t twins [?]
Diamonds a b*tch I feel like dirt
Ducking yo b*tch I made her squirt

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
When Jay walked in that room that p*ssy leakin’
Hit it from the back that p*ssy speakin’
My n*gga popped some xans now he tweakin
Blew two bands in a strip club for no reason
B*tch she broke and boujee
She get on on nerves then she might just loose me
These b*tch*s choosy
My friends is dead i feel like oozy
These n*gg*s goofy
They diss me for clout but the shit so b**ty
I told her to chew me
Netflix and Chill I don’t go to no movies
I won’t spend time with a b*tch she argue i dont got time for this shit
I put all my ice on and i almost blind a b*tch
Made her give me face
Just like i face-timed her
Told her that I love her she said that i lied an’ shit

(Repeat Chorus)

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[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m lookin’ for the dope man, tell him pull up on me
Ridin’ in that Ferrari, actin’ fuckin’ dorky
Big ass banana clip, actin’ fuckin’ monkey
The hollows in this .45 are chunky
Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red
Sell a hammer to a shark and some dope to a coke head
You were runnin’ around these streets, nigga, you were so scared
I got all my ice on, Kool-Aid, man, oh yeah
So wavy I can float boats, gettin’ off of dope smokes
You fake ass niggas, I can’t take this shit no more
I’m down like some Low Pros, cookin’ like it’s four stoves
Floyd Mayweather, chopper givin’ niggas low blow

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Residue up in my nail, weigh that weight up by the scale
Send those packs out through the mail
Send them bags off through the mail
High as hell, so poured a 12, prayin’ I don’t go to jail
When them bitches fuckin’ land, I’ma cop a fucking Lam’
When I’m done with the grams, I might cop a AMG
That’s all money goin’, bitch, I got a tre on me
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

Chief Keef – Short (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m lookin’ for the dope man, tell him pull up on me
Ridin’ in that Ferrari, actin’ fuckin’ dorky
Big ass banana clip, actin’ fuckin’ monkey
The hollows in this .45 are chunky
Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red
Sell a hammer to a shark and some dope to a coke head
You were runnin’ around these streets, nigga, you were so scared
I got all my ice on, Kool-Aid, man, oh yeah
So wavy I can float boats, gettin’ off of dope smokes
You fake ass niggas, I can’t take this shit no more
I’m down like some Low Pros, cookin’ like it’s four stoves
Floyd Mayweather, chopper givin’ niggas low blow

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Residue up in my nail, weigh that weight up by the scale
Send those packs out through the mail
Send them bags off through the mail
High as hell, so poured a 12, prayin’ I don’t go to jail
When them bitches fuckin’ land, I’ma cop a fucking Lam’
When I’m done with the grams, I might cop a AMG
That’s all money goin’, bitch, I got a tre on me
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

Chief Keef – Short Lyrics

[Hook]

I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick nigga
[?] get you fixed nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss, I’m intercepting her Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas [?]

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]

I’m looking for the dope head tell em pull up on me
Riding in that [?] Rari acting fucking dorky
Big ass banana clip acting fucking monkey
The hollows in this .45 are chunky
Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red
Sell a [?] to a [?] and some dope to a coke head
You were running around these streets nigga you were so scared
I got all my ice on Kool-Aid man oh yea
So wavy I can float boats getting off of dope smokes
You fake ass niggas I can’t take this shit no more
I’m down like some Low Pros [?] like it’s [?]
Floyd Mayweather chopper giving niggas low blow

[Hook]

I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick nigga
[?] get you fixed nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss, I’m intercepting her Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas [?]

[Verse 2: Tadoe]

Residue up in my nail weigh that [?] scales
Send those packs out through the mail
Send them [?] out the mail
[?] so pulled the 12, praying I don’t go to jail
When them bitches fucking [?] I’m gonna cop a fucking [?]
When I’m done with the [?] I might cop a AMG
That’s [?] bitch I got a tre on me
And we get em by the pint I’m gonna pour up [?]
And we get em by the pint I’m gonna pour up [?]

[Hook]

I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick nigga
[?] get you fixed nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss, I’m intercepting her Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas [?]

Kodak Black – Boss My Life Up (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
See, you gotta go against all odds, you know?
Boss your life up

[Hook]
I had to run a check up, I had to boss my life up
Like, where I get these bands from?
Like, where I get that ice from?
I stayed down long enough, and then I came right up
What else you think a nigga used to stay up all night for?
What else you think a nigga used to stay out sellin’ white for?
I’m in love with the guap, while lil momma think I like her

[Verse 1]
See, Imma drink a pint, lil momma damn, she got nice butt
Then you can come and tie lil momma down, you could wife her
If you got them bands, then she might fuck
I’m in Fort Myers with G once sellin’ white stuff
I had to hit that lick, it’s a gamble everyday
I here you gotta take a risk
How else you think I wrapped the Cuban link around my wrist?
Now I’m bendin’ corners, I got forgis on my whip
Cashed out, nigga, I’ve been racked up ever since
Movin’ short on them bills, now I pay my momma rent
Remember sellin’ dope to my next door neighbor then
Knock, knock, ain’t nobody home we breakin’ in

[Hook]
I had to run a check up, I had to boss my life up
Like, where I get these bands from?
Like, where I get that ice from?
I stayed down long enough, and then I came right up
What else you think a nigga used to stay up all night for?
What else you think a nigga used to stay out sellin’ white for?
I’m in love with the guap, while lil momma think I like her

[Verse 2]
Boss my life up, it wasn’t nothin’ else to do
You should try it too, you should run a check or two
I’m tryna make it out, you could be successful too
Ain’t tryna make it out? Then sorry I can’t hang with you
Girl I can’t hang with you, lil homie I can’t mess with you
I’m bout my cheddar, you should go get you some cheddar too
Go get you a check or two, that what you better do
So you can free yourself a lil bit, when you steppin’ through
I had to boss up, I had to cut some people off
To be the boss, you gotta learn how to take a loss
Bible on the dash, road runnin’ with the cross
Goin’ up top, touch down like Randy Moss

[Hook]
I had to run a check up, I had to boss my life up
Like, where I get these bands from?
Like, where I get that ice from?
I stayed down long enough, and then I came right up
What else you think a nigga used to stay up all night for?
What else you think a nigga used to stay out sellin’ white for?
I’m in love with the guap, while lil momma think I like her