Doja Cat – NINTENDHOE Lyrics



[Hook]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeaaaah?

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

[Verse 1]
Bitch wanna roast me
Cuz I got a xbox one
I don’t even have no games
All I play is gta
My nigga got Franklin dick
Livin in a franklin crib
I’ma get frank lil bitch
Why you on my frank like this
Bitch I’m annual flossing
VVS
Yeah I play animal crossing
Gamecube, 3DS
I ain’t ever been poor
Used to play sims 4
Put a lil wall round niggas
Take the door off trap em in the swimmin pool

I don’t play fortnite fuck that
Chun li when I street Fight
Bust back
You ain’t got combos whats that
Rock bitches on mortal kombat
It’s tricky to rock a rhyme
Merk bitches on ssx
Leave bitches all bald like Seeiah
Mic check em like test test test
I remember my downward spiral
Back when I was playin Spyro
When I never went out n lied low
Way before my lil ass went viral

Super smash bros
You so ass though
Prolly pick Kirby
So you don’t get smashed on!

[Pre-Hook]
Shake that ass hoe (4x)
Can I get a hell yeah?

[Hook 2]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeaaaah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeaaaah?
Can, can, can, can, can, can, can….
(Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I…)

Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Master of my craft never played minecraft
Look how my mind crafts things
Be on my halo tings
Look at my sonic rings
Ahooga don’t push me
I hadouken
Hear the “toasty”?
Donkey kong when he drum on that pussy
I don’t play but I sure ain’t no rookie
Steal a nigga like a bandit, boo
Then spend every penny of his bands and loot
Now she think that I’m the devil like a bandicoot
Wawawawawawa what u wanna do?

Yo, Can I get it, get it yah

[Hook 3]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Oh yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh)
…*mumbling* hell yeah, yeah
(Ho yeah)

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yah, yah!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Yeah yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Ha, oh yeahhh)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ráh



Roy Woods – Russian Cream Lyrics



[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin’ goin’ on
The warm up

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign
When I’m in LA I’m fuckin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
Niggas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin’ up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your bitches but I know ’em (I don’t mind, yeah)
Shorty finna hit me on my trap (on my trap, trap, trap, trap)
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite (give me top, woah)
Shorty wanna fuck I need more time, yeah
Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
Bitch [?]
Gucci my linen (yeah that’s good right there)
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon
Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
Pussy with the Hennessy for the real niggas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real niggas

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Lil Baby – Intro (Harder Than Ever) lyrics

[Intro]
Know im sayin’
This that new wave shit know what im sayin’
This that new wave shit ya dig (4 Pockets full know what i’m saying, free the gang)

[Verse 1]
Im smoking loud this that moonrock
They tryna sue cause i’m gettin’ paper
I dropped out of school and get no education
My momma she happy cause I finally made it
She living better [?] is full
Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck
With an AP today tomorrow switch it up
Honeycomb diamonds VVS’s cut
Standing on stage, I really came from nothing
I took me a break, don’t mean i’m getting rusty
I’m gaining this weight they say i’m getting husty
I stand on front line I’m all about the [?]
I go where I want, no one better not fuck with me
Stand in the glizzy shoot til’ it’s empty
I come from the projects jumping over fences
I found me a plug and went and made a killing
I think we in love we shoot his ass and children
Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin
I think im the plate I need to reinvent me
I handle my business now i’m worth some millions
Remember the safe deposit vault was empty
Them niggas weren’t fucking with me they weren’t friendly
If you went with me back then then you ain’t seeing no [?]
We like Kanye and Kim, you like Bobby and Whitney
Real dope boy I ain’t nothing’ like the weirdos
Never seen me putting on no weird clothes
It cost a lil more when it’s real gold
We already up keep the field goal
Remember that day that I lost all that cake

Playboi Carti – Top Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
What? Huh?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

[Verse]
Griping that nine till I die
Made my first mill in July
Fucked that lil bitch till she cry
I’m in Miami like Plies
Eighty-one thousand that right, eighty-one thousand that mike
Working that bitch and get right
I call up Elliot twice
I get that bitch and get right
I put that bih on that dope
I get that dope that she like
Yeah, Yeah Ball like a bank
These niggas they bite
They takin’ my swag they swipe
VVS diamonds, I’m in the bed with the dentist
Back-to-back like tennis
I’m in the spot like a chemist
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

Lil Baby – Southside Lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new jays
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out the bando
Servin’ out the window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent fo’
Fuck it up in the Gucci sto’, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’ in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought a plane, then I brew out the brain
Breaking Bad, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ no name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Doing these thangs to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doin’ shit that they wishin’ they could
I’m the frontrunner, break right through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took
Nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz (?) with the backend
Real street niggas buyin’ (?) with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

SahBabii – Outstanding Lyrics

[Chorus: SahBabii]
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS

[Verse 1: SahBabii]
Boy, yeah, I’m so fancy
Fuckin’ these hoes, outlandish
I need a ho like Randy
I’m eatin’ them cookies like candy
I’m eatin’ them cookies like candy
Swear them tools come in handy
Handy just like Mandy
These niggas shrimp, you a scampi
Shrimp, baby
I’m gettin’ choked by chokers
Cough drop me, my throat hurt
Ice on a bitch [?]
Playin’ cold, we colder
We get cold ’til your nose hurt
She suck dick ’til my toes curl
Then she burp, yeah
These niggas ain’t seein’ me
Came from the bottom bikini
Now these bitches on my weenie
Niggas small, yeah they teeny
Ice on me outstandin’
Money keep expandin’, do you understand me?

[Chorus: SahBabii]
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
21, ice on my neck go bling (bling)
Fairy tale, sell a ho a dream (God)
25 racks on the ring (bling, bling, bling)
Yeah, VVS’ on me, they water, yeah
I don’t want your bitch, I bought her, yeah
You can get her back, I borrowed her (21, 21, 21, 21)
Ice on my neck like puck, puck
I’m a big dawg, you a duck, a duck
Fuck her like a dog and get stuck
Every, every car I ride in need a green card, foreign
Foreign bitch pussy good, I bought a green card
But I swear it get so wet I wish I had a surfboard (21)

[Chorus: SahBabii]
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS

[Outro: SahBabii]
Outstandin’

21 Savage – Who Run It Freestyle lyrics

Trap Music
[Intro]
Straight up
21

[Verse]
.223 Diamondback with the drum, nigga (straight up)
Choppa like to crush a lot, Big Pun nigga (straight up)
I’ve been taking money ever since I was young, nigga (straight up)
Sneak dissin’, niggas cuttin’ out your tongue, nigga (straight up)
Real street nigga, I ain’t doin’ no cappin’, nigga, I ain’t told no lies (21)
I don’t give a f*ck if I got a hunnid’ million, I’m keepin’ my .45 (on God)
Walkin’ up on ya nigga, point blank range, we ain’t doin’ no drive-by’s (yeah)
I still right here wit’ hollows, nigga, and I got my Glock out (facts)
She keep tryna watch Netflix, bitch, I’m pullin’ my cock out (straight up)
Hit her with the dick and I left that bitch cockeyed (straight up, straight up)
All these VVS’s, I made your bitch cockeyed (21, 21)
Talkin’ out your neck, you get your T-shirt tie-dyed (on God)
I’m on Percocet’s, I think I’m finna skydive (yeah)
You little n*ggercat, you must think you got nine lives (21)
I’m so sick of all this fruity sh*t, you niggas on thin ice
That stick gon’ cut you half-time, now these niggas wanna switch sides (straight up)
I ain’t really with that takin’ sh*t, lil’ nigga, I’m walkin’ up (straight up)
That .30 like a tree lil’ nigga, watch where you barkin’ up (straight up)
We got way too many shots, y’all lil’ niggas can’t dodge enough (on God)
We can even challenge ya, ’cause y’all lil’ niggas ain’t charged enough (fast)
Quarter million dollar for a walkthrough (straight up)
Get the utmost respect when I walk through (straight up)
I love the way you suck that dick, lil’ bitch, don’t forget who taught you (straight up)
Way too much, can’t stalk you (straight up)
Bogeyman, nigga, I’ll haunt you (on God)
All these bullets ’round me, nigga, I ain’t got time to punch you (21)
Hit ’em wit’ the 3-2, all y’all niggas see through (yeah)
Broad day, I’ll see food, had to hit a lick at Kiku (yeah-yeah)
Lil’ bitch I don’t need you (yeah-yeah)
Hell Nah, I can’t eat you (yeah-yeah)
Let the whole gang G you, then I left that bitch at Jeju (yeah-yeah)
You must be scared or some, nigga, let’s bet the spread or some (21)
That’s your main bitch, but I bet that lil’ bitch spread for some (on God)
I got all these blues like I ain’t bangin’ red or somethin’ (trre)
I bought all these cars like l ain’t got no legs or somethin’ (yeah)
Fuck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21)
Stash money, murder, two guns, nigga, big B’s (21)
Every time I hit that bitch she come back like a frisbee (yeah)
I ain’t got time to play with nobody kids, go watch Disney (yeah)
Skin made of concrete, nigga, you can never be me (21)
My brother down the road with a touchscreen and a FeFe (BF)
Candlelight gang, leave a nigga on the TV (21)
Fish fry gang, y’all can’t even afford to die
Bitch, I’m way too real, I can’t even afford to lie

Trippie Redd & A1Billionaire – Rookie Of The Year

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ooo, yeah
Ay, Big 14 bitch
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, aye (and I’m swervin’)
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, aye (in suburban)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins (like I’m Perkins)
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah (sauce a bitch)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (bitch)
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year (yeah)
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Big 14 ballin’ bitch, aye (yeah)
Big 14 shot callin’ bitch, aye (yeah)
Dive up in that pussy like a dolphin bitch, aye (like a dolphin bitch)
VonMar, put ’em in a coffin bitch, whoa (in a coffin bitch)
Aye, aye, made the money right up off the stove (off the stove)
Got some shooters with me, bitch, you know they on go (on go)
VVS my diamonds on my neck, and wrist is froze (yeah it’s froze)
Got my goons with me and they totin’ sticks and poles
Bitches goin’ brazy over Instagram post (yeah)
I just keep a good bitch with me, yeah, close (yeah)
I just keep a bad bitch with me, yeah, closer (too bad)
Get closer, aye (close)
Might roast ya, aye
Bitch, I pour the four up (pourin’ up the lean)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, aye (lean, yeah)
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, aye (aye)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins (like I’m Perkins)
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah (Kyrie Irving)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (bitch)
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year (yeah)
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

[Verse 2: A1Billionaire]
I’m at your throat like a necklace (woo)
She suck that dick like a [?] (slide, slide)
I slam that pussy, no wrestlin’ (slide)
She eat that nut, nah no elephant (slide, slide)
She say a nigga irrelevant (slide, woo)
He always lyin’ and flexin’ (flex, woo)
I’m really stressin’ her out
She ride that dick like a Tesla
She callin’ in like a heist (yeah)
She ride the dick like a bike (yeah)
She ride the dick like a bike, ooh (slide)
She ride the dick like a bicycle (woo, slide)
Yeah (slide), yeah (slide)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (slide, slide)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, ay
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, ay
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

Soulja Boy – Bands Up Lyrics

[Hook x2]
I run them bands up, nigga
I got FnN too, nigga
Pull up, Forgiato all black
Mad truck, i don’t wonder we bust
Nigga, flooded my Rollie
We bust down
Sit in the shot like a touch down
Play with the gang
It’s goin’ down
I take the pound and I ship it out of town

[Verse]
There go Soulja, and he got that check on him
Ridin’ round in foreign whip, and he got that TEC on him
Gucci on my backpack, a hunnid racks I stuffed in it
He playin’ with the gang gang, he gon’ get hit with hollow tip
Designer on my body, I got money but it’s nothin’, bitch
Gucci on my polo, color shirt on, nigga flexin’ shit
Yeah, we got the game on lock
Yeah, jump in the Lamb, get the guap
Yeah, in the trap beat out the pot
Yeah, flood on my wrist is a lot
Yeah, can’t let a nigga play with gang
Uh, VVS diamonds my chain
Yeah, 50 thousand for my ring
Yeah, I smoke a pound in the Wraith
Yeah, I’m in the trap catchin’ place
Yeah, I whip it up in your face
Yeah, I win the Lamb like a race
Draco bullets eat your face

[Hook x2]
I run them bands up, nigga
I got FnN too, nigga
Pull up, Forgiato all black
Mad truck, i don’t wonder we bust
Nigga, flooded my Rollie
We bust down
Sit in the shot like a touch down
Play with the gang
It’s goin’ down
I take the pound and I ship it out of town

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Right or Wrong Lyrics

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I’ve been standing outside of the door has stuck up the stove
Look at my eyes tell me what you see
Whole lotta pain you can say that you don’t
Give up on you I would say that I won’t
A lotta people I had that to live alone
Momma told that Im going to jail
I ain’t respond I just hang up the phone
Them niggas trynna to get change on you
How can you say that
The whole time I was locked in a cell
They was holding my back (no lie)
Im on everythink that’s a fact, I ain’t never looking back
I ain’t never going back, forever gon run up that sack
Spit nothing but the truth when I spit on the track
Show my scars I do not where I at
Baby Joe put that draco to his back
Baby Joe put that draco to his cap
That shit that you talkin I tell you it’s cap
Don’t talk on that phone I know that its tapped
Fuck jail I don’t wanna go back
Fuck hell yeah I am living thru that
Need money take me to where is at
NBA, I put that on the map
Everyday they be in the trap
Death for me so I stay with a strap
It’s gon happen I no runnin from that
Hope my son still grow up with a dad
I ve been scare really quick I can be mad
I ve been scared I do this for my friends

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been doing everything wrong
Draped up in VVS stones
When they want Chanel I put it on
Caught the Bentayaga put it on
Hop the Lamborghini and I’m gone
I didn’t hit a lick fucking long
I was selling liks in the zone
I don’t ran it up from money long
I just speed race for the dollars
I got cuban link on my coler
Keep a plane AP on my wrist
I done already got rich
Got 20 chains in the vault
Put a dog food to my dawg
Im on prometh everysingle day
I don’t never have withdrawals
The streets they calling my name
Start gainin a little fame
Drive the bitches insane
Most niggas gonna change
My niggas stay the same
Switching in another lanes
I just cop a new Range
Only drove it one time
Still thuggin one time
Turn a seven to a dime
Whoop the four to a nine
Flawless diamonds gonna shine
Make a nigga go blind
I’ve been walkin like a head light
Get a different head everynight
Got a aunt still I love to ??
Free the 5 star hotel that’s a motherfuckin projects
I recognize that Im blessed?
Im very different from the rest
Put my niggas on jets
Just to motivate the thugs
Just to show the nigga love

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

Zaytoven, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih – What You Think (feat. OJ Da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

Gunna – Oh Okay (feat. Young Thug & Lil Baby)

[Intro]
Run that back Turbo
Playmakers

[Chorus: Gunna]
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
Too many fags, too many bitches
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Hey, pinstripe Gucci my pants
She can suck dick with no hands
I done spent some racks on my fam
Spaceship on land, Fear of God Vans
Another painted red, drank to the head
Got two styrofoams, yeah, I’m sippin’ these meds
Two tone Prezi Rolex, yeah this drip you can’t catch
Simon says do what I said, Cuban link chokin’ my neck
YSL Uber these jets, put ’em in some VVS

[Chorus: Gunna]
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
Too many fags, too many bitches
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Lil Baby]
Pateks on Pateks on Pateks on Pateks (oh-okay)
Run up a check and I’m fuckin’ the baddest
Jump out the coupe and I’m living so lavish
R.I.P. Hugh Hefner, he like my daddy
I got some VVS’s on my neck and my ears they real, dog
I done stayed down and I ran up the money, I got me an M now
S-L-I-M-E a slime, I say that shit every time
I got some rickety rackades
Running through bitches like Backpage
I’m going number one this year
Ride on this bitch, I’m in sixth gear
I’m on a jet, ain’t got no fear
Do all my dirt when it’s raining
Wash away all the evidence
I got some chains and they tennis
Ride a Wraith like it’s rented
I rock Givenchy, the vintage
Trap up the bando relentless
I triple-double the record
Put the draco in my trench, yeah
I rob your ho for the lint, yeah
I triple-double the year, yeah
I put her coupe on my bill, yeah
I pay some shit, a whole mil
I did this shit with no deal
Dropped out of school, bought a building
I killed the coupe, dropped the ceiling
Cop a Bugatti out of there
I got on white, I can’t kneel
Pour out the pint, watch it spill, yeah
My lawyer bribe still, yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
Too many fags, too many bitches
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time

SOB x RBE – Always Lyrics

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Shit changed shit sick now days
I ain’t worried about shit, look at my wrist now days
For them bands I make a nigga strip now days
Even though a nigga on our still won’t change
These new niggas they ain’t keepin’ it a hunnid
I swear these streets and they take a nigga conscious
We ain’t runnin’ we the ones doin’ a hunnid
Merkin’ niggas skrt off doin’ a hunnid
On the next blocks be livin’ dry regular
We ain’t talk feds tappin’ in the cellular
I know niggas want me dead I ‘on’t carry none
At some point, you gotta notice niggas amateurs
And I don’t got time to be fuckin’ wit’ you
I do not got time to be duckin’ from you
Say we runnin’ from four, bitch we runnin’ from who?
So I promise to catch a body when I run into you

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
VVS diamonds my shit clear, your’s cloudy
E’rywhere I go I hear a nigga talkin’ ’bout me
SOB we the best no disrespect to DJ Khalid
If a nigga run up trippin’ I’ma catch a body proudly
The realest nigga some type can’t even turn fake
Seen a lot shit change when the fuckin’ K came
Crestside stays up but I don’t fuckin’ gangbang
And if a sucka slide bustin’ I’ma do the same thing
Ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you niggas ’cause you niggas too strange
TEC on my neck, hangin’ on a shoestring
I slide down your block and treat it like a shootin’ range
Real duffle bag boy like that nigga 2Chainz

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 3: Lul G]
For any of my brothers I knock a nigga down
I be posted in the Jag, we been thuggin’ wit’ them rounds
Opp niggas slide down get his ass knocked down
Double back, masked up, lettin’ off hella rounds
I be posted wit’ the thugs lately, we been sendin’ slugs
Paranoid off the kush, gotta lay of the drugs
Only nigga eighteen, I can whip out a dub
And these niggas they be mad ’cause these bitches show me love
But these bands, I don’t love for they bust yeah
Left pocket, pink fifties ridin’ thug yeah
And these bitches I don’t love ’em, I won’t cuff yeah
And these nigga I won’t ever ever trust yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any my brothers, I knock a nigga down

Lil Durk – Durkio Krazy Lyrics

[Chorus]
I know I ain’t worried, I ain’t stressin’ ’bout no money
I do shit for niggas and they act like they don’t love me
When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me
Love when Steve got it ’cause I know that boy like Curry
Shoot somethin’
How you ’round me always broke, don’t wanna do nothin’?
And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred
And that’s a cluck move
Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you

[Verse 1]
And I grew up ’round them youngins, I said fuck school
Only me and you was trappin’, we had much room
And I was zoned off them perkies, you had mushrooms
And I told ’em if they touch you they in trouble
Ain’t no city like Chicago ’cause we home of them gangsters
Rob everything that move, we was pullin’ them capers
I’m talking dice games
When bro ‘nem opened up the trap, I seen them hypes came
My two hoes stay with some strap, it’s a dyke thing
Got a hundred on my neck
Hundred on my wrist, Audemar, no Patek
Came from the bottom, yeah I felt the neglect
Juvenile nigga, I was desperate for sex

[Chorus]
I know I ain’t worried, I ain’t stressin’ ’bout no money
I do shit for niggas and they act like they don’t love me
When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me
Love when Steve got it ’cause I know that boy like Curry
Shoot somethin’
How you ’round me always broke, don’t wanna do nothin’?
And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred
And that’s a cluck move
Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you

[Verse 2]
She was VHS, rockin’ VVS’s
Steady catchin’ blessings, I don’t get rejected
Homicides got worser, body count went up
Can’t ride around regular, car tinted up
The way this fifty blowin’ you would think it was ten of us
I talked to Lauren and jail call in the Bentley truck
Heard that rumor I got shot and I got hemmed up
Even though I’m ten toes, won’t give near’ fucks
Hoodie on, skully on, mob Corleone
And they couldn’t find a witness, Vaughn gon’ be home
He ain’t wanna keep attendance ’cause his days was long
Came from nothing, who’d of thought what we’d get paid for shows?

[Chorus]
I know I ain’t worried, I ain’t stressin’ ’bout no money
I do shit for niggas and they act like they don’t love me
When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me
Love when Steve got it ’cause I know that boy like Curry
Shoot somethin’
How you ’round me always broke, don’t wanna do nothin’?
And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred
And that’s a cluck move
Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you

Key Glock – Hot

[Intro]
Hey
Hey I know I’m hot
And you not, hah

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out

[Verse 1]
Goddamn all this water got me drowning
VVS’s, forty thousand my medallion
I been fly bitch, I don’t need no pilot
Every time I’m Gucci’d down, I be styling
Racks for my shirt, belt, and shoes, I’m fresher than you
Just pulled up in the coupe, had the kids like ooh
No I don’t wear no Trues, but my pockets on Buddha
My chopper got a cooler, pull up, we bust your medula
Goddamn Lil Glock, you too hot
How you rack your bands and get another drop?
How you put all of them diamonds in your watch?
Why the fuck you go and get another charm?

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out

[Verse 2]
Same young nigga riding ’round with them rounds
You just the same nigga riding ’round talking down
Naw we don’t play around, turn your smile into a frown
Make my niggas clear the crowd
Run in when them guns sound (gang shit)
Ah shit, breaking news, he got hit with the tool
They came up on the block and then they popped him and got loose
They came up on the block and then they sweeped it like a broom
I came up off the block then turned all my rocks into jewels, bitch

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out

smokepurpp – Geek A Lot

[Intro]
Lil Purpp, aye this shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

[Verse]
Wait, yeah I got rich
I could just fuck any bitch
Smokin’ on thoink with yo bitch
She say my gas really hit
Big choppas, ride with mad yoppas
She see the racks on the floor and she hop on my dick like she was a grasshopper
Gucci my kicks, I got designer from head to my kicks
Even my pants are designer, they Rick
Walk in the mall and spend a lil’ brick
I’m off the Xan and I’m off the drank
Look at my Backwood it’s full of that stank
Diamonds just water, they came from a tank
I pop a bean and get racks at the bank

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

A CHAL – Love N Hennessy (Remix) (feat. 2 Chainz & Nicky Jam)

[Chorus: A.CHAL]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
(Yah! 2 Chainz)
You the type of person eat your salad ‘fore your soup (woah)
You the type of person, don’t want no crib but want a coupe (goddamn)
Got your priorities twisted like some dreadlocks (dreadlocks)
Gucci coat deadstock
Got the Henny in a headlock (yah)
Ain’t no comparin’ me
The glare on me is rarity
VVS my clarity (clarity)
Ugly sweater charity (okay)
Dark liquor mafia
I see you through my ocular
I’m poppin’ shit, I’m popular
My heart is on Antarctica (tell ’em)
Now hollup, let me start it up
Ain’t no way you starvin’ us
Money long as MARTA bus
I’m drawin’ down the art of war
Hundred K, my Audemars
Fuck her ’til her body sore
Then I got her tits done
I took her to the body store (tru)
Doin’ things she ain’t ever tried before (tried)
Drivin’ cars she’ll never drive no more (drive)
And I just checked my inventory
Man, I got a lot in store
Yeah, I got a lot to pour, uh
Brought diamond rings to court, uh
Nothin’ they seen before, mm
I’m on a team that score, mm

[Chorus: A.CHAL]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Verse 2: A.CHAL]
In Miami on a Monday
Fucked up, thinkin’ where my life went
With her and she like Mariah
Canta when I get inside her
Mira allí I know
I don’t call back, yeah it’s me, I know
I’ve been so gone since when we last spoke
Doin’ what we did since when we last spoke

[Chorus: A.CHAL & Nicky Jam]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Verse 3: Nicky Jam]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo soy tu gallo, mami, y tú eres mi polla
You like it, baby, when I give you salsa Goya
Tú no sabe’ con el loco que te enrolla’
Yo te complazco pero el otro a ti te agobia
Love and some Hennessy
Yo sé como llevarte al éxtasis
I know you got a man, but I’m all you need
Before you never wanted love, now you callin’ me

[Chorus: A.CHAL]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me
Dame un poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Bridge: A.CHAL]
Woah, woah, woah
Fuego, fuego
Tú lo haces, pones to’, to’, to’
En mí, delante, and I want it
I’m the goat, goat, goat
When it comes to me and you, me tienes loco-co
Yo te busco en la noche, baby
Woah, woah, woah
Fuego, fuego
Tú lo haces, pones to’, to’, to’
En mí, delante, and I want it
I’m the goat, goat, goat
When it comes to me and you, me tienes loco-co
Yo te busco en la noche, baby

[Chorus: A.CHAL & Nicky Jam]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Outro: Nicky Jam]
Así que mami pide, ah, mami pide
Dale mami, pide, ah
Me gusta cuando pides
Mami dale, pide’
Lo que quiera’, pide, auh

Gunna – Almighty (feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Oh, H ’round my waist, I’m back rocking Hermes
Givenchy Air Forces, they cost me a bag
I rock a show, give some racks to my man
I eat the cake too, brought my bitch to the sand
I geek up my whips and live life on the edge
Slime out of town so I’m sipping this red
I cannot cap, these racks getting to my head
Young Gunna rappin’, I really was trappin’
My wrist need a napkin, Rolex got me wet
Drip they gon’ jack it, Marc Jacobs my jacket
Them folks had to test me, shit cost me some bread
European stitching, love shopping in France
She want a vacation, my bitch need a tan
Fear of God pants match my Fear of God Vans
You niggas weren’t there when I needed a hand

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I want the money, I don’t want no Tommy
My pockets stuffed, yeah I keep it on me
My whip a snow bunny, I love them blue hunnids
Brand new Masi and the the Bentley Armani
Bite that Lacoste, I jumped out the porch as a boss, yeah
Drinking Hi-Tech in the loft, raw
My bitch got a ass that’s soft
No, this ain’t no gas it’s cigar
I roll up backwood and gelato
I’m rocking Valentino with the red bottoms
Givenchy stars got me fucking a model
Poppin’ seals, we don’t drink bottles
Hustle hard about that almighty dollar
Try to play me, put that K to your collar
Snakes in the garden, my Gucci Mufasa
Pablo Juan bitch, I’m the plug like a charger

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

Clipse – Zen Lyrics

[Hook: Pusha T]
Is it them blings that make em watch us?
The awkward lean and them cars that’s topless
I got them things, I cut and chop it
I sell that ostrich, I’m so obnoxious, getting money say

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Hands got the bubble touch, bike with the double clutch
Two diamond jump ropes, my neck do the double dutch
Give a fuck about such and such
On behalf of the Re-Up Gang, I’m saying enough’s enough
Turn it, turn it, fire, burn it
Gram weight straight like a nigga just permed it
Pyrex and water, playa, how I earns it
Lame rap niggas I’m so not concerned with
On another level, my third bezel, my fourth gas pedal
55 on the back, I’m a daredevil
The course is paved, the watch is pavé
You niggas gotta love me, I’m something the lord made

[Verse 2: Sandman]
I got-gots to do it, do it
VVS, my jewelry don’t need no jury
To find me guilty, I stay gaudy
Pockets bulky, how can y’all fault me?
Ghost-ride it driver, what that mean?
You’re small, welly, nigga fuck that beam, Us that team
Touch that cream, digital scale, what’s that scheme?
(It’s all real) Don’t touch that thing (Fake!)
Niggas faces get flattened and clapped-in
Squad want action, Re-run, What’s Happening?
Every episode, the Tec exposed, Gotti body
Tsunami mamis, it’s gotta be why they watching

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Zen zen zen zen zen zen, zen zen zen
Zen zen zen zen zen zen (Getting money say)
Zen z-zen, zen zen, zen zen
Zen zen, zen zen zen z-z-zen

[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]
Now how that forearm glow on ’em, feeling so grown on ’em
I pitch work sorta like Nomo on ’em
Snow on ’em, cover my tracks, low on ’em
So on ’em, streets I, push blow on ’em
The car drop with the soft top like whoas on ’em
Rolls on ’em, go on ’em, I’m striking a pose on ’em
No opponent can come close, match tone on it
Flow on it, honed on it, I’m feeling that home owned it
It’s Liva, the rider, the man, they hang clothes on ’em
With the belt, the matching shoes, the G soles on ’em
I’m classic, the plastic got Os on ’em
I rolls on ’em, the self-murder doors close on ’em

[Verse 4: Malice]
Yeah, good gosh a-mighty
All we do is cook raw, push cars like Whitey
Like a moth to a flame it’s so inviting
To opposite sexes, the stones, so precious
Still in the Resi G4 Valieire
No diamond in that bezzi, I get grown-er every year
Pay me for that feature, that don’t make it family
All is see is blackface and you singing “Mammy”
I’m from the old school when the Gat was a jammy
Twin four-fifths, the resemblance is uncanny
I bust both in sync, y’all niggas hear me
Now that’s what I call the Big Bang Theory

[Hook + Bridge]

Manman Savage & Lil Uzi Vert – Big Face

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bitch I swear this is a Porsche, yeah
Stay up in your lane
I’m whippin’ it with my minorities, yeah
Yeah they movin’ ‘caine, yeah
We don’t move the same, yeah
I’ma do my thing, yeah
Better keep your mouth closed
We’ll shoot your brain, yeah
Yeah, um this gas got me so high, I thought it was laced
I was outside all the way from the morning
That bitch suck my dick and her tongue got no taste
VVS diamonds, that’s all on my face
I’m walkin’ right in, I ride with the bank
Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, missed it completely
I’m also Jamaican, I shoot with a bay

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Verse 2: ManMan Savage]
I just beat the case, they don’t know my name
They ain’t see my face, I ain’t leave a trace
If you talkin’ ’bout them Franklins let me see his face
If I cop that Rollie you know I’ma flood the face
I just copped a whip, took her on a trip
Fifty in the clip, I’ll let it rip
I heard he kissed her lips, my dick was on her lip
That was all bad, seen it all was sad
Nigga you’s a lame, better yet a fag
My niggas ran a train, choo choo on her ass
Nutted on her face, and nutted on her ass
I was on a xan, after that I crashed

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

Dave East – Legendary

Intro: DJ Holiday and Dave East]
Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga
Knock a little dust off this bitch
DJ Holiday
Dave East
King of Harlem
For all you niggas that hated
This yo’ karma, nigga
Uh
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds…

[Verse: Dave East]
Uh
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds on feeling like Killa Cam
Tell every nigga hating on me they could suck a dick
They know I could fuck they bitch
I probably hit me a hundred licks
We was really in that Crown Vic
All I need me is a down bitch
To take the product out of town quick
Can’t be nervous, you around this
Louis got me wearing brown kicks
Looking like I stepped in dog shit
Bringing all my niggas on the road with me, I ain’t chilling ’til we all rich
Nowadays, ain’t gotta call chicks
Porsche drop with the fog tints
Jumping out of it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walked in
I ain’t got time for the talking
Killed them early, that’s abortion
Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin
Told my driver back the Porsche in
You want a feature, can’t afford it
I bet I fuck her ’til the morning
This foreign like 100 horses
GG5 in the Backwood, got the car smelling like horse shit
All of my bitches is gorgeous
VVS is sitting flawless
I popped two percs and I’m nauseous
I got your bitch sitting court side
Fifty thousand to my lawyers the reason I’m sitting in court high
Karma
What goes around comes around, I hope you got some armor
Got yo’ bitch in Banihana, she tryna change me like Obama
Eyes on the Fendi monster, staring at you niggas staring at me
LV Supreme the bomb
Hot temper need to [?]
Most of my denim is Fear of God
Only thing I ever fear was God
It was so hard to go get it, y’all
If they had that powder, we get it hard
I ain’t got beef with no rap nigga
Say my name we gon’ go get him robbed
Diamonds cold like when the heater off
You got some money, nigga, we can talk
I don’t even take a weekend off
Everyday feel like a holiday
I’m only fucking with the legendary niggas, so I had to get with Holiday
I get the drop from a block away
You was that nigga, but not today
I’m in for the change, you here for the fame, if you in the game, learn how to play
All gas we don’t touch breaks
I wore Gucci for two months straight
12 pounds in a Mustang
Your hands never touched weight
Your hands never touched guap
Downtown on a dust block
Hear this blowin’ if this truck stop
Two words, nigga, "fuck cops"
Catch you lackin’ by the bus stop
Awaiting on your train, homie
Blue and whites askin’ ’bout me in the streets, but they ain’t got a thing on me
Just trappin’ like they ain’t on us
Not a day I step out and they ain’t on me
This nut in my pocket enormous
State to state with the Glock while I’m touring

[Outro: DJ Holiday]
This that Karma shit
All you lil niggas move over, let the big dogs eat
It’s the big dog table
You don’t belong here
Dave East
Shit
Holiday
East side of Harlem

Lloyd Banks – End Of An Era (Freestyle)

Banks
Check it
Yo
Ringing on your line like whats your favorite scary movie
Terrorizing here to Sydney tap your kidney with the toolie
Ima need my fucking money like sours told by Mookie
Had you jumping out the window hopping fences like the stookies
Box cutter tucker back when I be acting snoopy
Nigga miss me with the deuces taking shotys blast and move me
Known to make it gloomy won’t be honored when they choose me
I survived the gunfire fuck a comet going do to me
We dont go for threats so watch the way you talk around me
Better pumps your fucking breaks I had to park you like Jabari
Yea yea I came in like gorilas til they stomp you out the party
Trying to show off to these bitches can’t sponsor out here probably
Shit I never had the time for hating tools for domination
Threesomes for minuscule purposes bring the chronic cases
Made it from the underground wrote all my names around the basement
VVS target practice raise aim out the bracelet
Been the nicest niggas pretending they won’t acknowledge it
The one your local mc secretly got a problem with
Magnum fully loaded still left overs from my rookie clip
Professional curve a bmw had me pussy whip
Patience standard in your passport you never took the trip
My mirror took it in memories flashbacks when I look at it
You freezing out here trying to find a loophole too cold
Told my jeweler like my timepieces two tone blue gold
Keep em changing every day I miss the news though new code
Ain’t the cheddar got the cover of the crew blown you told
Outages from me shocking the world thats black energy
Balling want to lock niggas up like Pat Beverly
Last cd was 45 cases I’m back desert E
Gun pass to all my receivers mental telepathy
Raise the complexity it takes longer to get things by
Bullet wound in your size envious shit brings wild
In the machines it becomes easier to gas off pile
Shooting for the stars you trying to block the shot foul
Sometimes I resurrect my old style
Never changed when they changed up then, I won’t now
Yea
At your request

Skepta – Ghost Ride (feat. A$AP Rocky & A$AP Nast)

I never gave a fuck
I’m on a paper chase, I tell ’em
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Eat my dust, hate my guts
Lick my nuts, kiss my butt
Lick my, I’m just tryna get a nut
Never, never, never, never, never
I’m smoking the reefer, I roll with the nina
I roam from the reaper and glock bust
Twisting my finger, I fuck on a diva
I go to Antigua, Bahamas
Comma, llama, they not equipped for the drama
Got weed on my fingers, got me on my speakers
Got lean on the seat of the Lam’ bruh
Chopper, chopper, pull up around with a Mossberg
When the reaper come, redrum, I’ll murder something
Enemies on my mind, enemies in the past when I blast
My TEC-9, it go pat pat pat pat, rat a tat tat tat
Too fast, niggas know how I get
And this revenge up in my eyes, I’m committing my sin, amen
Lord forgive me for the shit I did, was just a little kid
But you know I never gave a fuck about shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit uh
Told the plug it’s for me, he came down on the price
Live a bit in these streets, I teach you how to survive
You disrespect me, you playing around with your life
I see you follow fashion, tryna get down with the hype
Like Freddy Kreuger, man I get down with the stripes
It’s VVS, man there ain’t no clouds in my ice
She said what’s my real name and I don’t know how to reply
On a different planet, man I’m out of my mind
I was on the grind for many years and you were never there
Who the fuck’s putting all this stuffing in these teddy bears?
And fuck my enemies, man I make the devil scared
Man I got six chains, and I wear them anywhere
Everyday I’m shitting and I’m pissing on this hypocrisy
It’s that uncontrollable demon they didn’t wanna see
This that virus in the system, the prodigy
And I have to murder all you fakers in this odyssey, greaze!
Yeah, life is like a movie, life is like a movie
Live it like a movie, live it like a movie
Swear these haters, they don’t move me
Yeah, aye, life is like a movie, Steven Spielberg
Riding through your city with the Mossberg
I just parked a Benz right up on the curb
Pull up on a bird, ask her what’s the word?
Said they on the corner, they ain’t got your work
Yeah, yeah them niggas got the nerve
I’mma pull up, swerve, skrr, yeah I swerve
Hammer time, hammer time
If it’s beef, pussy, yeah I handle mine
Yeah, that’s a A$AP nigga, then I pulled the trigger
Niggas think they big, ’til a bullet hit
Niggas up the shit, yeah, rappers full of shit, yeah
Hope they get the picture, I don’t give a fuck
About shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, ’bout shit
Since I came up and I’m on my old shit, old shit
And they ain’t about shit, ’bout shit
Niggas ain’t about shit, ’bout shit, uh

Smokepurpp – Geek Alot Lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Purpp, aye this shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

[Verse]
Wait, yeah I got rich
I could just fuck any bitch
Smokin’ on thoink with yo bitch
She say my gas really hit
Big choppas, ride with mad yoppas
She see the racks on the floor and she hop on my dick like she was a grasshopper
Gucci my kicks, I got designer from head to my kicks
Even my pants are designer, they rich
Walk in the mall and spend a lil’ brick
I’m off the Xan and I’m off the drank
Look at my Backwood it’s full of that stank
Diamonds just water, they came from a tank
I pop a bean and get racks at the bank

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

Ty Dolla Sign – Don’t Judge Me lyrics

Ty Dolla Sign with “Don’t Judge Me” ft. Future and Swae Lee.

Don’t Judge Me lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
Don’t judge me
EarDrummers

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now, off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the morning
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things yeah
I can’t trust no one, I can’t trust nobody now
Only thing they want, only thing they want is money now

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla Sign]
Rollie flood the VVS
50 on my neck
Made a mil’ out of nothing, made it all out of nothing
Gucci like yeah, Saint Laurent like yeah
Diamonds all VVS, day ones like yeah

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[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now I’m off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been on the liqs, don’t judge me (don’t judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (you love me)
Don’t you look at me like you can’t trust me (you can’t trust me)
Lately, I’ve been going through some things (lately I’ve been goin’through)
I’ve been doing drugs, don’t judge me (don’t you touch me)
Right now, on the mud, don’t judge me (I’m on a yeah)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
That shiny molly got me Chinese

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Blow the whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
I can squeeze like three in the front seat (front seat)
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats (back seat)
Liquored down, hell yeah, don’t judge me (Judge me)
She said, one day your gonna love me (love me)
Hard work pays off, trust me (Pays off)
Sober as I am, don’t touch me (Touch me)
Seeming like the drugs is saying flush me
Everyday, I plan on getting lucky
Chase more cuz’ my niggas on a high speed
So, we need five tables in Hibachi
I might put it on her in a hurry
Paid in full, so I’m not guilty

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Right now off a bean don’t judge me
I might pop a seal in the money
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things
On the liqs right now don’t judge me
Got a whole pound, don’t judge me, yeah
I don’t want it if it ain’t a two piece, yeah
Lately, I’ve been goin’ through a lot of things

[Outro: Future]
[?] on your face
[?]
Look how much you made
[?]
You got tricks up your sleeve
Take you to the Hills to f*ck on your face
Love me more than the drugs that I take
Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still falling from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don’t grow overnight
You took a few bites, I didn’t think you was aight
I’ll try to get over in my after-life, this life right here ain’t aight
I don’t even know how I fell for your type, this sh*t aight

Born – Hot Topic (feat. Quavo)

[Intro: Quavo]
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Migo, oooh

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 1: Born]
Check out and know that I be the topic
Yeah, I be gettin’ it poppin’
Got a bad bitch she live on the islands
When we together we stylin’
Put her on a mission she up for the cha’
She always know I be wildin’
She always love I be grindin’
Got it through money and violence
VVS diamonds they always the shinest
Stay on the plane yeah I’m always the flyest
Where ever I go yeah, I roll with the iron
I ain’t the one that you wanna be tryin’
No, I just be gettin’ the work when I whip it or buy it
Fuck all the hater, the haters live off this lyin’
Can’t stop me, oh no they can’t stop me
Pocket full of money, yeah, yeah, yeah
She pop a molly, she just wanna party
Oh, yeah that my topic

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 2: Born]
Yeah, It’s cheaper to leave her
So if she fuss I’mma leave her
Shorty must think that I need her
I tell her ‘watch out bitch I’m not a believer’
I just be smokin’ my weed up
Ain’t got no time for no skeezer
Ain’t got no time for no fever
I’m gettin’ a headache I’m drinkin’ my lean up
You spendin’ your re-up, I get it for free
I’m driving a 6 and I’m all in the streets
I ride with a bitch and she holdin’ my weed
I ride with a stick for who want it with me
The one I delete, think I won’t pull up and jump out the V
I’m dumpin’ the heat, all of these bullets they come on repeat
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
All of these bitches I know they watchin’
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
In Santo Domingo so many options

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

Audio Push – Grits

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 1: Price]
Met me a lil gypsy that like incense and getting tipsy
Choosing on your fella ’cause I remind her of Mandela
Jacob on I’m flexing in, but this ain’t the Old Testament
Oktane, I’m still rapping with
I can’t tell you where rest them went
Damn but I’m still alive, thank the man up high
When I’m high, sitting inside my ride I’m still a stand-up guy
Look how they come after you when you never bruised
Look at all the friends you lose when you tell the truth
Back against the wall still feel a hundred feet tall
Versace on my drawers, like Lavar’s sons I ball
Been a boss since 16 I moved out my mothers
Baby got her own green so we smoked each other out
Picked her up in Carson, we don’t fuck with Ben Carson
VVS on glow, better resurrect your soul
Work them hips, stir them grits
Country fried, shake that shit
Ah ah ah ah, it’s quiet for that hatin’ shit

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

[Verse 2: Oktane]
She thicker than a snicker and that thang got that grip
Don’t need no Lamborghini just Mustang that’s that whip
They hate on you then shake your hand, damn that’s that shit
We coming in, busting through the line, that’s that bliss
Smooth nigga with the best flow
By the time you get it it’s a retro
Up down, up down
She go up down up down
New sound what now?
They said they put us on a black list
Couldn’t tell got back in
Now we call that black magic
She hit the pole pay the bills
I don’t judge, don’t judge
Everywhere I go I show love, everywhere I go I blow buds
I don’t go to no clubs
Gotta be somebody birthday
Your best day my worst day
I dress like it’s first day
Focus in the work place
Put it all in my face
Got it all back there girl
Don’t let it all go to waste
Just landed with a fly camera
You swerve the ship, I’m a Titanic
When I go down, do not panic
Take you out your body I’m outstanding

[Chorus: Price]
Rock the boat, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits
Yeah rock the pole, swerve the ship
Make it hot, stir the grits

Rich The Kid – Cookies & Sherbert

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
Yah, yah, huh
Yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Pop me a perc now I’m geeking
Hop out the Maybach I’m sleepy (bitch)
Foreign lil model lil eater
I gotta flex for no reason (huh)
I been in the Maybach flexing
Back in the bando a minute
Pot too hot need a mitten (hot)
I was working in the kitchen (yah)
New wave and we winning (winning)
Counting up 150 (hunnid)
I was dreaming bout a Bentley (woah)
Niggas broke pockets empty (broke)
Fuck is you saying dog?
Why they want a hand out?
Over watch stick the dick in her mouth
Diamonds on me straight knocking you out
Ran off with the plug money
Running through it we blowing money
Can’t trust a bitch might turn on you
Take your hoe and I swerve on you (skrt)
Mixing that Fendi with Gucci
I’m pulling up make a movie (woah)
Pull out I bust on her boobies (huh)
She sucking me don’t want the coochie

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup (what)
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Yah, I had to make it work
They was hating got em hurt (yuh)
You a pussy wear a skirt (bitch)
Need some syrup call the nurse (huh)
Wanna be like me?
VVS got my diamonds on icy (ice)
Maybach with the curtains (what)
You splurging on her is she worth it? (woo)
Think about it, I cannot change for nobody (nah)
Niggas they lame it’s so sorry (lame)
Boutta cash out on that new rari (skrt skrt)
Rich before I got famous (famous)
You haters said I wouldn’t make it (woah)
Now I’m flexing in they faces (flex)
Left wrist 180 (ice)
With jewelry, can’t stop it I’m flexing on TMZ
Shitting on bitches that doubted me
Pulling up right in that two seater (skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Soak it up just like a mop (soak it up)
You wanna cuff her or cop? (woah)
Run it up to the top (top)
Too many racks bands pop
I’m mixing McQueen with the Louis
I got a pack so she groupin
Visa on me go stupid
Young nigga was trapping the cutie (huh)
Now I’m walking round with the check up (check up)
Young nigga got now and next up (woah)
I had to tennis my neck up (tennis)
My diamonds they bite don’t get close up (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
I’m mixing them cookies with sherbert (lean)
I need a Fanta got syrup
I get the money you heard (huh)
Young nigga hop out the vert (woah)
I got customers, I might fuck on her (bitch)
I might pop a perc, I might make it work (huh)

Skeme – Red Coupe (feat. London Jae)

[Hook: London Jae]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
I don’t need the brake shit
See i give the rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then i go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with chanel boots
That’s type of girl i can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
With the mimes
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don’t play with this plan
Because girl that’s a violation
Ain’t no time like the present baby
So what’s use of all that time wasting
VVS’s only shine crazy
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Outro: Skeme]
I just to had tell you something baby
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You didn’t knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit

Desiigner – Thank God I Got It (feat. Mitus)

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit
Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit ’em with the "oh shit"
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don’t know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I’m writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
I beat it up like I’m Michael
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin’
Take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin’
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Ball hard ’til the damage done
Live life ’til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one

[Hook]
Yeah yeah
Champion
I’m I’m a champion

[Beat Switch]

[Refrain]
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

[Verse 3]
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing

[Verse 4]
I can be raw let you ride here
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me

[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell yea can’t stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way