G Herbo – Visionary Lyrics



[Intro]
Uh, mothafucka
Yeah, I’m finna go grab the Lambo truck soon as that bitch drop
No bap
Ayy, uh, you’re big dawg now, you get smart

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Pussy)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary (Who?)
I wasn’t never scared (Ooh), I wasn’t never worried (Ooh)
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30 (Huh)

[Verse 1]
Now here I go off Percs (Nigga)
Nigga, what’s the controversy? (Nigga)
Probably would’ve been your daddy had the condom burst (That’s damn right)
But don’t mention my fuckin’ name, I don’t want that drama emergin’
While y’all niggas on it
I’ll text everybody where your house at and send everybody to purge you
One day I’ma buy my bitch a Birkin
But, I gotta stay on my grind, shit, I gotta stay workin’
There’s at least a dub callin’ on my line, cook up, bitches twerkin’
Wht you want, a turkey?
You tryna get this shit any lower than this, fuck you want, some mercy?
What you on, a Pereky?
And you say those 15s ain’t doin’ nothin’ for you
What you on, a 30?
You got that gold on and got souls gonna go
Fuck, you think you Xeres?
Ain’t no submittin’, if you want my spot, bitch, gotta murk me

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary (Like who?)
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Mothafucka)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary (Mothafucka)
I wasn’t never scared, I wasn’t never worried
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30 (Huh)

[Verse 2]
I’m in the booth, I knock that out
I got a verse for 30 (Got a verse for 30)
Still keep a Perk or somethin’ in my lil’ pocket
I pop in case of emergencies (Ooh)
And it get hectic, I pull out this lil’ rocket
Clock in the sizzock, knock your little shit outta it
Play in the street, tryna get every bit out of it
Met the connect, I finessed a little brick out of it
Trap goin’ brazy, I just had to sit on it
That shit gon’ get at it (Huh)
Chopper goin’ brazy, we goin’ too brazy
The cops keep on raidin’ it but ain’t get shit out of it (Huh)
Yeah, I been runnin’ with my dawgs (I been runnin’ with my)
So you know it’s licks involved
All I know is get rich, that’s all
Blow 20K, send my bitch to ball
Hit the A ’cause I ain’t been to Phipps in long
Bitch, I’m eatin’, all I leave ’round tips and bones
One chain look like a 60 ball
Slide on your bitch at six in the morning
After I leave her, leave that bitch alone
Block her on my cellular phone, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m a millionaire (Huh)
And I saw this shit through so I’m a visionary (Mothafucka)
Look up hustler, you see my face in the dictionary (Mothafucka)
Remember the only paper in my hand was an obituary
I wasn’t never scared, I wasn’t never worried
I was shootin’ that bitch every time I touched it like Stephen Curry
Summertime when I popped lil’ nigga, that was my anniversary
Had a curse, reversed it
Hit the booth, it’s an emergency
I got a verse for 30
I’m a visionary



6ix9ine – MOOKY Lyrics



[Chorus]
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out (we gon’ stomp that nigga out)

[Verse]
Pull up to the party off a molly (off a what?)
Pull up to the party in a ‘Rari (skrt!)
Heard it’s niggas in there actin’ rowdy (actin’ rowdy)
So I’m ’bouta go do somethin’ about it (somethin’ about it)
I’ma pull up with the 30 stick, with the coolin’ kit
Stephen Curry, how I’m shootin’ shit, I can’t fuckin’ miss
I’m off a perc movin’ ridiculous, I think I’m seein’ shit
Off half a piece, swervin’ in the fuckin’ Benz
Countin’ up Benjamins (what!? what!?)

[Refrain]
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)

[Chorus]
Stomp that nigga out (out!), stomp that nigga out (out!)
Stomp that nigga out (out!), stomp that nigga out (out!)
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Stomp that nigga out, stomp that nigga out
Pistol to his mouth, pistol to his mouth
Pistol to his mouth, we gon’ stomp that nigga out (we gon’ stomp that nigga out)

[Refrain]
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)
Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit (what!?)

[Outro]
What!? (yah, yah)
What!? (yah, yah)
What!? (yah, yah)
What!?

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Chosen One (feat. Kodak Black)

[Intro: Kodak Black & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I’m never going broke again
Woah, yeah
Oh

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Late at night no I can’t sleep, I’m like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my god to make ’em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I’ll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin’ up I grew up ’round killers
Swear that I’m traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can’t give up on my mission

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can’t change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I’ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin’, now it’s time to be a man
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m a champion
It ain’t a thing I can’t handle, I’m the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion
I’m the chosen one, yeah
I’m a champion

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Don’t let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I’m a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin’ back crazy again
I’m going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn’t we
I remember when I didn’t even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon’ chop an eight
But I love them shell cats that keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Feed a turkey, caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I’m a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I’m Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

Kodak Black – Wake N Bake (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
It’s lil Kodak, man
This for all my niggas on the paper chase, man
Do whatever it take to get that cake, man
Ain’t no other way tryna get it straight, man

[Hook]
Look, put me in the game, I’m just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin’ purple, every mornin’ they nigga wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin’, call it wake n break
Put me in the game, I’m just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin’ purple, every mornin’ nigga wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin’, call it wake n break

[Verse 1]
Call it February, how I drop a 28
Put me in the game, coach, so I can make a play
All my people, in the bleacher’s, we gon’ celebrate
When my homie crossed over, had to fade away
This for everybody, grew up off of section 8
Keep your head up, cause you gon’ see a better day
Wake n bake, smokin’ purple, buzz like a grape
Wake n pray, pick your winners, then get in your place
Stephen Curry for the guap, 30 to your face
So much money on my mind, I can’t even think
You can’t even close your eyes, niggas come and take
Watch the niggas you around, don’t you even play
Boy, I swear to God, I just caught another case
Tired of makin’ momma cry, stressin’, losin’ weight
Baby, I can’t be your hero, I can’t save the day
But, I’m superman fly, with my fuckin’ cape

[Hook]
Look, put me in the game, I’m just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin’ purple, every mornin’ nigga wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin’, call it wake n break
Put me in the game, I’m just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin’ purple, every mornin’ nigga wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin’, call it wake n break

[Verse 2]
All my niggas takin’ chances, I know how it go
Wake n break, poke your window, we just pop and go
Playin’ with them bands, I ain’t talkin’ rock n roll
This for all my niggas locked up, eatin’ sloppy joes
All my niggas hungry, they say they need a plate
Put me in the game, coach, so I can lead the way
I’m just glad to be here, to see another day
Road runnin’, gotta get it, any other way
I need a meal, but for now, I need a hunnid K
You gon’ get it, if you wait, that’s what my momma say
I had dreams of bein’ a man, since the second grade
While you niggas gettin’ pussy, I’m just gettin’ paid
Me and Jackboy, car jackin’, switchin’ lanes
Yeah, we found a chop shop, took it with a day
Came up, off of cash, for gold snatchin’ chains
How I’m finna shine, everybody throwin’ shade

[Hook]
Look, put me in the game, I’m just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin’ purple, every mornin’ nigga wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin’, call it wake n break
Put me in the game, I’m just tryna make a play
This for all my niggas out here, tryna make it shake
Smokin’ purple, every mornin’ nigga wake n bake
Poke in windows, early mornin’, call it wake n break

Yung Simmie – Shoot Da 3 (feat. Denzel Curry) letras

[Hook]
I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
All my chains on feel like Mr. T
I ain’t got no limits feel like Master P
I be sipping muddy this is not no tea
Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me
Rolling up that sticky your bitch stuck to me
Even when I’m sleep, money in my dreams
Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans
Sipping dirty Sprite nigga watch me lean
Cause I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
Niggas playing foul they can’t keep it G
Talking to the cops call it referees
You be cheap talking I keep cash on me
Thinking I’ma fall wake up out your dream
Thirty with the beam make a nigga lean
It’s a murder scene I ain’t see a thing
He be LeBron James he be switching teams
I be doing me Daylyt who is he
I be snatching bitches keep your jewelry
I with all my niggas fuck security
And my bitch bad no insecurities
The 30 on me like I wear a jersey
A sharp shooter call me Stephen Curry
I’m dunking on them like I’m James Worthy
I be King Simmie you ain’t even worthy
I’m working late I get the money early
Had to kick her out she was mad annoying
Niggas hating but they bitch going
I pulled off I was in the foreign
My weed loud so you can’t ignore it
These niggas sleeping I can hear them snoring
A different breed I smoke different weed I smoke OG It ain’t got no seeds

[Hook]
I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
All my chains on feel like Mr. T
I ain’t got no limits feel like Master P
I be sipping muddy this is not no tea
Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me
Rolling up that sticky your bitch stuck to me
Even when I’m sleep, money in my dreams
Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans
Sipping dirty Sprite nigga watch me lean
Cause I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Driven adrenaline dribble and dip in them benjamins within this syndicate this is my [?] wickedness future no who is the wickedest infinite need me a crib with a picket fence counterfeit niggas don’t change they ain’t making sense never, never could desert hot boy in the desert got hits like Maywheather you soft as my leather call me young Chester cause I get the cheddar 8 balling no better I’m with the vendetta I’m shooting barrettes God of the city just like the favelas my niggas all gangsters just like the goodfellas Hellen Keller niggas out of sight out of mind cloud 9 south side the affili homicide curry on the beat got a simmie on the side U.L.T C9 2.7.5

[Hook]
I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three
All my chains on feel like Mr. T
I ain’t got no limits feel like Master P
I be sipping muddy this is not no tea
Plug hit my phone, come and shout with me
Rolling up that sticky your bitch stuck to me
Even when I’m sleep, money in my dreams
Strippers on the floor, ones in my jeans
Sipping dirty Sprite nigga watch me lean
Cause I’m a different breed
Got your bitch on me
Feeling like I’m Curry, balling on your team
How you do this shit?
They keep asking me
Bitch I came to win, so I shoot the three