YFN Lucci – Propane (feat. YFN Trae Pound & YFN Kay)



[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go



Bryson Tiller – Before You Judge (True To Self Album)



Check yourself
Check, check, check
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Chiggity-check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Ch-ch-check yourself before you wreck yourself
Yeah
Check yourself
Check yourself before you wreck yourself
Before you wreck yourself, check, check, check
Hey, I’m back, so what’s the deal now?
I still don’t give a fuck ’bout how they feel now
I got you hot, lil’ nigga, chill out
Say you coming for the spot? Bitches will spill now (spill niggas)
Either staying in the game, bro
Fuck the niggas waiting on Young Tiller to change up
Niggas waiting on me to run out of paper
I don’t ever speak on niggas, nah, I barely say much
Fuck, I look like, bringing niggas names up?
I can’t let a fuck nigga get famous
These niggas, they wanna de-fame us
They wanna betray us, they wanna play games, oh no, no
Disloyal, this how they won’t portray us
Looked at my dog like, "Fuck it, let’s make ’em hate us"
If you got paid for the attention that you paid us
You would be a rich nigga but you just a bitch nigga
Foreign whip, make you throw a fit, nigga
Foreign bitch, I know you won’t get with her
Lame niggas not the type that she consider
You thinking of speaking with her, boy, you better reconsider
Hey, I’m my daughter’s keeper
And I don’t take with the threats, or promises either, nigga
You gon’ have to see me some day one way or another
And for my blood, bruh, I’m a cold motherfucker (so)
Before you judge me
Check yourself before you judge me
Hey, shit could get ugly
Next time you might not be so lucky
What you want from me?
What these niggas want from me?
This a, "Don’t fuck with me"
Hey, think twice before you fuck with me
What it is yo?
2016, Tiller on this shit, so
Most likely I’ma vent up on this shit, so
Well, um, damn, here it go
You see the shit is so new to me, bro
Not the music, that’s easy, it come smooth to me, bro
When I should’ve been in school, I was making tunes truancy, bro
Low-key, them cool kids weren’t as cool as me, bro
I fell in love and had a mini me, thank you Jesus
Ten fingers, ten toes on her pretty feet, seriously, thank you Jesus
Pray for it every day in them UPS trailers
And you gave her to me like I asked, that’s amazing, Jesus
I know the saying, give them an inch and they take a mile
But Jesus I really need this, I gotta make it out
Studio shit on eBay, I gotta purchase
I told my niggas, "Lend me 600 dollars, it’ll be worth it, let’s cop it" (check, check, check, check)
So many times I second guessed myself, nigga, I never wanted to be an artist, nah (check, check, check, check)
I don’t wanna be the centre of attention but I guess I do this shit for lil’ Harley, nah (check, check, check, check)
If you know me, you know I just want to be able to walk into Target and people not be astonished
Man, let me do my shopping
But this in my job, I asked for it, I got it, let’s go
Just got a new manager, my last one was fucking up my vision
Can’t believe this nigga still tryna get a percentage
I gave you back your investment, get out your feelings
Telling people that the money changed me, nigga, the money saved me
Nigga, money is the reason that you fuck with me, ain’t it?
And even though this shit got me angry, I’mma let God fix it
‘Cause I know if I fix it, my daughter gon’ have to grow up without a father figure
I’ma end up in prison, wishing I never got into this business
It’s nothing personal, I made a business decision
I might have a job for you if you shape or you could fill the position
That’s as real as it gets
And sometimes I don’t know how to deal with this shit
I’ve been searching for the answers in my idol’s music
In his earlier days, man, I know he went through this
He got through this, I’ll get through it
Before you judge me
Check yourself before you judge me
Hey, shit could get ugly
Next time you might not be so lucky
What you want from me?
What these niggas want from me?
This is a, "Don’t fuck with me"
Hey, think twice before you fuck with me
Check yourself
Check, check, check
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Chiggity-check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Check yourself before you wreck yourself
Yeah
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Before you wreck yourself, check, check, check

Gucci Mane – Million Dollar Man Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The crowd in a rage, Gucci gettin’ paid
Icey made your girl throw her thong on the stage
Young Gucci Mane hottest nigga in the A
Sellin plenty yae, movin’ 20 bricks a day
Used to have a 86 cut with the T-top
Now I’m in a S-L-5 with a top drop
Too hot to handle, ridin’ down Conloe
Baby it’s a Kodak moment, get your camera
Gucci Mane LaFlare nigga, damn what you say
Girls goin’ crazy ’bout the nigga with the waves
Iced out chain and the fresh Cartiers
Voted best dressed ever since 8th grade
You don’t really know us, Lamb with the doors up
Wrist so froze up, it’ll make you throw up
Mama, I’mma be like Gucci when I grow up
Move big weight so I got money to throw up
Pimp tight nigga dead fresh with a mink coat
Lookin’ for a big booty bitch with a deep throat

[Hook]
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I got a trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thang change
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I gotta trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
Uh! Ain’t a damn thing change
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane

[Verse 2]
Got a nine on the seat, shotgun in the trunk
Came to the club, I was already drunk
Laid back young nigga never get crunk
But if you fine might trick a lil’ some
Chain sell VVS you would think I’m UPS
Cause I knock on your door like I got your address
Air fresh everyday nigga that’s me
Trash can hoes can’t smoke my trees
Gucci MPMP pony my family need me to bring groceries
I’m a 6 4 weed mike check night check
I ain’t seen a nigga out flow me yet
A vet in a ‘Vette ridin’ through yo set
With two out of state state bitches and a case of Moet
A blonde or brunette what we gon’ do next
Good sex good day they say I’mma good catch
Gucci mane LaFlare don’t fuck with hoodrats
Hit my blunt twice bitch and pass my blunt back

[Hook]
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I got a trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same, set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
I got a 100 dollar haircut
A million dollar smile
I gotta trillion dollar brain
Million dollar worth of game
Hoes goin’ crazy bout that nigga Gucci Mane
Same set with VVS and ain’t a damn thing change
Uh! Ain’t a damn thing change
Hoes goin’ crazy ’bout that nigga Gucci Mane

[Verse 3:]
Brick man Gucci Mane nigga I’m the man
Yo baby mama told me that she my biggest fan
Say she got my poster hangin’ on her wall
And she love every word every song that she heard
Absurd I catch hoes like a stool catch a turd
A school catch a nerd like a child strike a nerve
Absurd with these words with these nouns and these verbs
Kinda perved so I swerved my Lebrons on the curb
Still in the hood gettin’ rich on the third
Watchin’ out for 12 cause the people observe
I’mma burn one smoke one wit the world for
All the Gucci fans Gucci broads with your girl

Dae Dae & London On Da Track – Dead Ass Wrong

[Intro]
(We got London on the track)
That the check, we got check man
What you know about going at her?
Don’t tell that ho your business
Don’t tell that ho your business
Turn up

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Bridge]
You all in my business
You all in your feelings
Cause I came out of trenches
And I made it, I done did it
I feel like you ain’t fucking with me
There’s no way you can get it
Cause I came out that mud
Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
Go and get the check, go and get the money, never looking back
Tell them who you will, stand up like a man, never show no slack
Got to run up on ’em, got to turn up on ’em, got to show ’em who the man
Got to brush ’em off of me
All these cuban links, all these Rollies, gotta turn their lights on me
Nigga talking down, better bad, got the right amount on me
I’ma turn up on ’em every time I got the chance homie
Will I sign this deal or that deal? I never planned on it

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Verse 2]
Remember them times on the balcony
Remember them times I was rapping to myself saying I was gonna do this shit
Remember them times I was trapping hard on boulevard trying to get it
Remember the times that UPS, I was sorry moving boxes
Now I’m on the charts and shit
Now I want a ‘Rari
Shit fuck it, buy it tomorrow
Ain’t no way in hell
I can fucking fail
This shit here so easy
I make this shit look easy
Patient, make you wait
Me I had to go
Patient made me late
I wanted more
Feel like I wanted it more
I feel like I put it in motion
I feel like I couldn’t afford it
All the radio promotion
Whoever said I had to force it
This shit was blowing up anyway

[Hook]
Dead ass wrong
Boy don’t tell that ho your business, you dead ass wrong
You told that ho my business, bitch you dead ass wrong
You tried to fuck my partner, bitch you dead ass wrong
You can tell I’m in my feelings, bitch you dead ass wrong
But I’m going to get it together
And I done changed, I done changed
But you will dead ass wrong
I’ma get me some money and I’m scrape up every last change
But you will dead ass wrong

[Outro]
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
That shit dead, that shit dead, that shit dead ass wrong
(We got London on the track)