Offset – How Did I Get Here Lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
Uh, nobody, you know what I’m sayin’, nobody, nobody thought a nigga would be right here, though, you know
That shit make like, that shit make, that shit make a difference in me and you
You was supposed to be here, nigga
Nigga, I wasn’t ‘posed to be in this motherfucker
Man, you know what I’m sayin’
Give all the glory to God and hard work
But you niggas gotta respect this shit, you know what I’m sayin’
I’m straight from the…

[Chorus: Offset]
Where I’m at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I’m from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill)
Remember doin’ shows in Mobile (Mobile)
Go against me and it’s roadkill (Roadkill)
Wakin’ up to see the sunrise (Sunrise)
I turned five, I got baptized (Baptized)
We was livin’ up in College Park (College Park)
Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight)
Playin’ football at Forest Park (Forest Park)
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done time? (Time)
Lookin’ at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin’ when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be told (Told)
I’m supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul

[Verse 1: Offset]
Felt like I was born on Mars (Mars), everybody starin’ too hard (Starin’)
They didn’t really think I was a star (They didn’t really)
Then I fucked around, beat the odds (Fucked around)
How did I get right here? (How did I?)
Neck, wrist on chandelier (Chandelier)
Made me wanna drop some tears (Tears)
Thankin’ God that I switched gears (Whooo)
I’m from another lightyear, I’m a Martian (Martian)
One-third of a human, just partial (One third)
I’m the Sergeant, the Captain, the Marshal (Serge)
I start to barf, it was too much potion
Too fast, everything in slow motion
I get the cash and my money keep grossin’ (Get the cash)
Popped a bottle, champagne, we toastin’
Suicide doors on the coupe when they open (Skrrt)
They didn’t believe in me (Nah)
Check the stats, number one, you see (You see)
I bet my haters can’t breathe
Nigga, don’t even compare to me (Nah)
Street niggas, we rare, unique (We rare)
We can fuck ’em by the pair, by the three (By the pair)
Chopper soundin’ like a snare in a beat (Like a snare)
I’m from the A, I love your ass, it’s a peach (Peach)
Where I’m from, niggas cash, don’t lease (Cash)
Where I’m from, the stick’s on the backseat (Stick sticks)
Where I’m from, police put you six feet
A lot of bums and they sleepin’ on the street (Bums)
Yeah, yeah, that’s at home (Yeah)
Nigga, go back to your fam’ where you dead wrong (Go back)
Miss my dawg, dead and gone (Miss him)
I can hear his voice telling me “Don’t go along” (Pistol)
Yeah, the money can’t fix that (Naw)
Dirty money, had to rinse that (Dirty money)
I try my hardest not to look back (I try)
Not too long ago I would’ve took that (Gimme that)
This for my niggas had to cook packs (Cook cook)
Million dollar trap fall ’cause of one rat (Rats)
Yeah, ain’t no comin’ back (Yeah)
How I made it out the jungle, yeah, without a scratch (Hey)

[Chorus: Offset]
Where I’m at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I’m from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill)
Remember doin’ shows in Mobile (Mobile)
Go against me and it’s roadkill (Roadkill)
Wakin’ up to see the sunrise (Sunrise)
I turned five, I got baptized (Baptized)
We was livin’ up in College Park (College Park)
Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight)
Playin’ football at Forest Park (Forest Park)
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done time? (Time)
Lookin’ at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin’ when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be told (Told)
I’m supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Baptized at First Baptist Church
The pastor name was Reverend Johnson (Okay)
Chastised his shirt and matchin’ shoes
But had to front, it never bothered him (Okay)
Hurt his pride but he swallowed it (Okay)
Dirt is all that he spotted
And in the dirty south where bodies pilin’ up
So high, they block the birds and rerouted ’em (Damn)
Plenty murderers had observers but
You never heard a peep out of them
So many funerals it ain’t enough numerals to keep count of them (Woah)
Look, I’m just settin’ the scene
Back when I stared at the phone as I’m lettin’ it ring
Another collector, they leave us a message
My mama in deficit, must intervene
I bust out the seams, I’m gettin’ too big for these britches now
I invest in the dream, I’m destined for green
I got superstar dick for these bitches now
I got superstar dick for these bitches now
And I think about that when I dig ’em out
(When I dig ’em out, when I dig ’em out)

[Chorus: Offset]
Where I’m at? (Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I’m from the south, had a gold grill (Gold grill)
Remember doin’ shows in Mobile (Mobile)
Go against me and it’s roadkill (Roadkill)
Wakin’ up to see the sunrise (Sunrise)
I turned five, I got baptized (Baptized)
We was livin’ up in College Park (College Park)
Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight)
Playin’ football at Forest Park (Forest Park)
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done time? (Time)
Lookin’ at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin’ when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be told (Told)
I’m supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul

Derez De’Shon – Need Sum Mo Lyrics

[Intro: Derez De’Shon]
Swear it seem like yesterday
I was eatin’ ramen noodles off a plastic plate
I was really, but anyway
Judge just gave my brother Dreek 5 years today
Hurt to see his teared-up face
‘Cause I gotta feel it play
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)

[Verse 1: Derez De’Shon]
Derez De’Shon
I was cursed and I was gifted at the same time
I was hurt and I was injured but I stayed down
Fourth quarter, two minutes, I can’t waste time
Niggas dyin’ before 2040, my white lie
‘Cause I gotta be here for my son and daughters
Don’t ever want them to go through what I been through, hard times that scarred me
Reminiscing when times was harder
We ain’t have no light in the ‘partments
Just a baby, was boilin’ water
Long as the kids ate, I was fine with starvin’
Do you know the feeling when your mama askin’ you to help with the bills?
But you can’t help for real
But you still get what you give
I got partners locked up doin’ bids
Some doin’ life and some got a few years
Can’t go to visit, it hurt just to see ’em
I’ll do all I can ’til they free ’em

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I got my money the harder way
Baby mama tryna take my lil’ boy away
Man, you know what it was when you went this way
I got too many problems, I’m savin’ face
I got too many lawyers for random cases
I’m addicted to lean, I been buyin’ cases
I been goin’ too hard, got these niggas hatin’
Bought a brand new AP, got a friend wan’ date me
I keep fuckin’ with her, I guess I can’t shake it
I’ll be goddamn wildin’ when these niggas take me
Keep it real even though I know they was fakin’
Hold they nuts on me, they didn’t want me to make it
Keep them young niggas with me, they still be takin’
Thankin’ God that he bettered my situation
I can’t wait to pull up and see nigga’s faces
I can’t go back to the basics

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
The streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
From the bottom, we was poor, I need some more
I need some more, yeah
I said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
Top, bottom, we was poor
I need some more, yeah, yeah

6LACK – Pretty Little Fears Lyrics

[Verse 1: 6LACK]
Do better
Who better
You better?
Been around
Like hella, propellers
Wanna know who you with
Don’t tell him
Come on fellas, that ain’t none of your biz’
Got on your body suit, you know I’m on your ass today
Would you let me hit it thrice if I asked today?
She know my stick nothin’ but magic bae
I be swinging it back and forth, ’til you in your casket, bae

[Pre-Chorus: 6LACK]
Mmm, girl, you want my best side, mmm
Bet she from the west side, mmm, mmm

[Chorus: 6LACK]
I just wanna know
Don’t you sugar coat
Or say it all if you want
And could you tell me like it is?
Pretty little fears
Music to my ears

[Verse 2: 6LACK]
Okay, say it loud, say it proud, you wanted more
We open door, hit the couch, then the floor
I cut it up, like a scissor, love galore
She never bored, there’s so much shit we can do
You free to say whatever, baby, if you askin’ me
No limit when I’m in it, gotta Master P
I’m hoping I don’t have a fast release
Got me focused like I’m out here tryna get my mastercy, mmm
Throwin’ out the peace sign, mmm
Girl, I’m from the Eastside, mmm, mmm

[Pre-Chorus: 6LACK]
Girl, you want my best side, mmm
Bet you from the west side, mmm, mmm

[Chorus: 6LACK]
I just wanna know
Don’t you sugar coat
Or say it all if you want
And could you tell me like it is?
Pretty little fears
Music to my ears
I just wanna know
Don’t you sugar coat
I’ll say it all if you want
And could you tell me like it is?
Pretty little fears
Music to my ears

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
I’m lovin’ your light, vulnerable
Lettin’ your guard down, it’s honorable
‘Specially when the past ain’t been that friendly to you
But there’s magic in that
You’re the flower that I gotta protect
And keep alive in the winter time
Hey, don’t you die yet
You been way more than a friend of mine
We’re more like fam
I raised you, you raised me, let’s turn this whole life ’round
You can confide in me
I can take the weight up off your shoulder blades
And try to store the pain inside of me
And why the world do you like that
Like they don’t know you God-sent
But me, I view you like that
I’m sneakin’ glances
Thankin’ God that he drew you like that
Beautiful black child
Come and shed your black cloud
For your vibe and your smile
I don’t mind a lil’ rain
I’m your dog
Ears perk up at the sound of your name
Count on your main, wildfire
Can’t handle your flame
Download your shame, wild high, come drown in your fragrance
You that red pill that a nigga found in the Matrix
Before I had you this shit was fantasy
You plant a seed to grow some roots, a branch and leaves
Becomes a tree of life until our nights are filled
With peace from stress and strife
And that’s the blessing that I get from wifing you
‘Cause you entrusted me with the key to your heart
Beaten you smart
‘Cause even though I need a new start
Due to my past transgressions, you believed in me
I guess the light I see in you is what you see in me, lord

[Pre-Chorus: J. Cole]
That she from the west side, mmm
And she seen my best side, mmm, mmm

[Chorus: 6LACK]
I just wanna know
Don’t you sugar coat
I’ll say it all if you want
And could you tell me like it is?
Pretty little fears
Music to my ears

Saweetie – ICY GRL (Bae Mix) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kehlani]
Can’t stop, ain’t stop, too hot
Came out like the daughter of Aaliyah and 2Pac
And I pop from the jump, ain’t nobody too shocked
And I’m out collectin’ Rollies, you save up for G-Shocks
Got a bag from the label, I invested and I flipped that
I should write a book on how I mothafuckin’ did that
Everything I put in, I get right back
Got long money, I ain’t in it for a quick stack
And if she ever had me bent, I don’t know who she is
Switchin’ sides on me, just know that I know where you live
And I ain’t never had to bang, I’m good wherever I is
And I got brothers that’ll run it up and handle my biz
Man I’ve been hot since a teen when they gave me the key
To the city, fuck around, they’ll have to crown me the queen
Yeah, I’m blessed and highly favored to be livin’ my dreams
And now they layin’ out the carpets when I step on the scene
I drop a bag when I shop, all that extra shit
I’m payin’ all my family’s bills, that’s a flex and shit
Ha, I’m your fave’s favorite, that ain’t ever changin’, bitch
Just bought the Porsche, you can catch me out here swangin’ it
Got a second phone and your boyfriend be ringin’ it
Got a little lion in me, I ain’t ever tamin’ shit
Hah, hyphy, hater, you can fight me
Yeah I beat the odds so I don’t take that talkin’ lightly
Fuck around and make your girl my wifey
Pearl face diamond on the bezel, keep it icy

[Interlude: Kehlani]
Ayy, check me out, I’m not even a fuckin’ rapper
Saweetie goin’ fuckin’ crazy, Oakland to Sac’, what up

[Chorus: Saweetie]
Cause I’m icy, wifey, haters wanna fight me
Never been the one get R.I.P. up on a white tee
Keep my hands clean, got some hittas moving shiesty
Ask me if I’m rollin’ with some Gucci, bitch, I might be
It’s very unlikely my wrist ain’t lookin’ icy
Chargin’ by the minute ’cause my time is very pricey

[Verse 2: Saweetie]
Bougie when I’m broke, so I’m bougie when I’m poppin’
I’ve been workin’, stack one up, check my price, then I tax
My education and my fashion gonna cost a couple racks
Nah I don’t need a sugar daddy, they call me when they need stacks
See, I went to USC and got my college degree
That means I’m smarter than these niggas, can’t get over on me
And then I went into Miami, saw some new property
Put a down payment on condo with a view of South Beach
Man, the devils try to break me, the devils try to play me
I coulda got here quicker if I let the devil slip me
But my prayers went up and my blessings came down
Thankin’ God every day that your girl above ground (that’s right)
And that’s how a hot girl do it
Keep her head up, even when she goin’ through it
My crown might slip, but it never ever falls
If my niggas ever need me, they know I am who to call

[Chorus: Saweetie]
Cause I’m icy, wifey, haters wanna fight me
Never been the one get R.I.P. up on a white tee
Keep my hands clean, got some hittas moving shiesty
Ask me if I’m rollin’ with some Gucci, bitch, I might be
It’s very unlikely my wrist ain’t lookin’ icy
Chargin’ by the minute ’cause my time is very pricey

[Outro: Saweetie]
Shout out to my girl, Kehlani, she killed that shit
From the Bay to Sacramento, North Cal, girl, we runnin’ shit
Icy

J Cole – ATM lyrics

[Intro]
Life can bring much pain
There are many ways to deal with this pain
Choose wisely

[Refrain]
Will I fall? Will I fly?
Heal my soul
Fulfill my high
Cross my heart (Count, count, count, count it)
And hope to die (Count, count, count, count it)
With my slice (Count, count, count, count it)
Of Devil’s pie

[Chorus]
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

[Verse 1]
I know that it’s difficult
I’m stackin’ this paper, it’s sort of habitual
I blow the residual
And fuckin’ yo bitch like its part of my ritual
Pardon the visual
But money, it give me a hard-on it’s typical
I want it in physical
A million dollars, I count up in intervals
Without it I’m miserable
Don’t wanna fall off so I’m all in my bag
Thankin’ God like it’s biblical
I know it’s gon’ solve every problem I have
I balled on the principal
Remember the teachers was all on my ass
Now look all of them, pitiful
And all of a sudden I’m so good at math

[Chorus]
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can’t take it when you die, but you can’t live without it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can’t take it when you die

[Refrain]
Uno, dos, tres

[Bridge]
Big bills, big bills
I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills
My niggas runnin’ tip drills, can’t sit still
Don’t give a fuck if it kills, it mix well
I’m only countin’
Big bills, big bills
I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills
My niggas runnin’ tip drills, can’t sit still
Don’t give a fuck if it kills, it mix well
I’m only countin’…

[Refrain]
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro

[Verse 2]
Proceed with caution
I heard if you chase it only results in
A hole in your heart
Fuck it, I take the whole cake and I won’t leave a portion
It’s only an organ
Thank God mama couldn’t afford the abortion
The loneliest orphan
I flip my misfortune and grow me a fortune
My Rollie is scorchin’
Them niggas that hated is slowly endorsin’
Now Cole, he important
My niggas beside me like Tommy and Martin
We ball on your court and
Then skate with your bitch like we Tonya Harding
She don’t need her garments
She horny from all the money we countin’

[Chorus]
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can’t take it when you die, but you can’t live without it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can’t take it when you die
Uno dos

[Refrain]
Will I fall? Will I fly?
Heal my soul
Fulfill my high
Cross my heart
And hope to die
With my slice of Devil’s pie

Migos – Get Right Witcha

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Offset!
In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

MIGOS – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Migos – Get Right Witcha lyrics

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)

Yeah, coupe is robotic, I ain’t touchin’ (nah, skrt)
Lookin’ at your hoe because she bustin’ (ye, woo)
Ridin’ in the coupe with the wings (brrt)
Going to Thailand with them chinks (chinks)
Percocet party, servin’ fiends (perky!)
Swear to god my plug was Vietnamese (brrt brrt brrt)
Taliban, my drugs, wrap ’em please (Taliban)
Servin’ all day, my gas on E (let’s go)
Thirty hollow tips in extendo (bow, thirty)
Shadows keep wavin’ by my window (woo, shadows)
Thankin’ God he saved my life from kick doors (god!)
Still sippin’ oil, Migos Citgo (drank, gone)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

In the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
I done fucked a lot of niggas’ wife (smash)
Make a milli, then I make it twice (M’s)
Bought that Wraith and had the ceiling light (Wraith)
I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh)
Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
Used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
Now I’m askin’ what the Lear look like (huh?)
Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
Smokin’ cookie yeah that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini)
All these diamonds yeah they white on white (white)
Takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
Born with it, count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
Go and get it, thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
Bitch I’m a dog from menace (urr)
You trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
Hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
Askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Pop me a missile (aye)
Take me a picture (flash)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Lit like Christmas (like Christmas)
White like tissue (white)
Drank too official (drank)
Cut like scissors (cut)
Boy got wisdom (wisdom)
Fuckin’ on vixens (smash)
Hoe game itchin’ (itch)
Fuckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
Hundred round drum, listen
Fuck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
Get ’em knocked off for a ticket
Have my young nigga do the sentence
Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy
Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
Rockstar livin’ life, Lennon
You can do better, never settle
Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell ’em, aye

Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Bad bitches, fuck ’em then dismiss em (bad, woo)
I ain’t really here to take no pictures (flash)
Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck ’em)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Hold up, get right witcha (I’ma get right witcha)
Get right witcha

Rich The Kid – Blessings

[Hook]
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 1]
Thankin’ God for the breakfast
Pockets stuffed I got extras
Your own friends they’ll hate you
Play a bitch like a Sega
Gotta thank God for the dinner
Neck on froze like the winter
Broke niggas still runnin’ they mouth
Back then used to brick in the house
Look what these bitches a do
Niggas hatin’ on me too
Know they see me in the coupe
You better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Bet she gon’ call on me
These bitches is all on me
Can’t forget about the struggle
In the streets gotta get it ya hustle
Walkin’ red bottoms flexin’ the muscle
Yeah I gotta get it regardless
Red bag bih run like a Harley
In kitchen I’mma whip it the hardest
Bring it back to the trap where it started

[Hook]
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 2]
I was jugging in a Lexus
Bitches switch up in a second
I pull up in a i8, she blowin’ up my i7
Yeah my red bottoms drippin’ the wrong way
Thank God for a new day
Goyard on the suitcase
I’m in her mouth like toothpaste
Workin’ hard and I’m flexin’
Big diamonds on my necklace
Ya boyfriend he drivin’ a Lexus
I stack the money like Tetris
Fuck her one time and its over shit
She (?) I’m sober
She thick so I’m bendin’ it over
Yea, I like to trap with the percocets
Get it out the dirt
You can make it but you gotta work
Puttin’ money in my grandma purse
She pray for me sunday at church
Say a prayer shoutout to my haters
Workin’ hard I got new paper
My hoes be comin’ in flavors
I told that bitch I’mma a playa

[Hook]
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Lose it all in a second
I made it here that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

Rich The Kid – Blessings (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 1]
Thankin’ God for the breakfast
Pockets stuffed I got extras
Your own friends they’d hate you
Play a bitch like a safety
Gotta thank God for the dinner
Neck on froze like the winter
Broke niggas still runnin’ they mouth
Back then used to brick in the house
Look what these bitches a do
Niggas hatin’ on me too
Know they see me in the coupe
You better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn a lesson
Then she gon’ call on me
These bitches is all on me
Couldn’t get it by the struggle
In the streets gotta get it ya hustle
Both red bottoms flexin’ the muscle
Yeah I gotta get it regardless
Red bag bih run like a Harley
In kitchen I’mma whip it the hardest
Bring it back to the truck where it started

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings

[Verse 2]
I was jugging in a Lexus
Bitches switch up in a second
I pull up in I8, what you doin’ on my I7
Damn (?)
Thank God for a new day
Goyard on the suitcase
I’m in her mouth like toothpaste
Workin’ hard and I’m flexin’
Big diamonds on my necklace
Ya boy used to trap in a Lexus
I stack the money like Tetris
Call me one time and its over shit
Driving my rover shit
Get to a milli and over
Yea, I like to trap with the percocets
Get out the dirt
You can make it but you gotta work
Puttin’ money in my grandma purse
Straight from (?) then church
Say a prayer shoutout to my haters
Workin’ hard I got new paper
My hoes be comin’ in flavors
I told that bitch I’mma a playa

[Hook]
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
I had to learn in a lesson
Use it all in a second
I made it hail that’s the blessing
Get the money not stressin’
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings
You better count yo’ blessings, you better count yo’ blessings