Westside Gunn – Free Kutter Lyrics

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Brr
Brr
Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Jay Electronica]
Ayo, controller of the exits, the arc keep storming
Got a MAC on both sides, my shot keep pourin’
Hold your head up all time ’cause time keep goin’ (Ah)
The flyest nigga of all time, and y’all know it
If God shine, we all shine, life’s euphoric
Bust a brick, I can bag the raw, I can stove it (Whip)
Saint Joseph with red tops in front of Rose’s
Had a four and the jit, turned the nine and called it culture
Pot pioneers had to suplex the soda (Ah)
They raided the duplex, they missed us by a quota
Let the MAC off out the Trackhawk, doin’ donuts (Brr, brr)
Cold shoulder, let them niggas all know, you better know us, yeah
You better know us, yeah, you better know us
Four pound on your forehead, your mind off your shoulders (Boom boom boom boom boom)
We the greatest, beef like eatin’ greens
Kill ’em on the wake up, they popped the cells, Lord, love your neighbor
Put you out your misery, the only box that I’ma be in is a ’63 (Skrrt)
Been in school too long, I wanna deal a key (I wanna deal a key)
I wanna feed all the fam, I want my mans to eat (I want my mans to eat)
I got some niggas that I miss but we ain’t never speak
My nigga prayin’ for parole (Uh huh), let my nigga free (Uh huh, ah)
Let my nigga free (Ah)

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica & Westside Gunn]
If Allah shine, Kutter gon’ shine, it’s mathematical (Ah)
Peace God, keep your head up on your sabbatical
Jay Elect, Griselda, done finally entered the chat
With that “skrrt, do-do-do-do” all over the tracks (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Spittin’ actual facts soon as the originator was black
From Buffalo to Tupelo we tryna break from the trap (Ah)
You should read theology of time as your days blow by
It’ll be like Yoda with Luke in the Dagobah
The truth is comin’ like Butcher, nigga, that’s word to Jigga
I pray you skate through your bid like eights, see how I figure?
The flow is icy icy, nary a one as nicey
It’s the goat herder, you writin’ for ghosts? Bitch, I might be (Ah)
It’s just me, the Machine, Westside, Hermes for Hitler (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)
Jay-dolf Spitler, burnin’ niggas live with the scripture
Like Gang Starr and Freddie Foxxx told you, it’s the militia
I spit it for that Mac, that Calliope and that fisher
You should hang this thousand word verse in your cell like a picture
Remember Kutter, you a god, no demi, no Ashton Kutcher
My god, my god, without Bruce Almighty or Bruce Willis, we die hard
Allah sent you here to be king like FLYGOD (Ah)

Westside Gunn – Munch Lyrics

[Intro]
Honestly we’re out of gas
So? What are we gonna do now?
Conductor

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, so many niggas I love got life (Life)
So I’ma just rock all my ice (Ice)
Drive McLaren, why your bitch keep starin’? (Skrrt)
Keith Haring (Ah), a week in Paris, I’m out in Paris
Dice games at the Eiffel, you know how life go (Ah)
I came home, violated, you know the cycle
Fiends hit the dough through funnel like she seen Michael (Hee-hee)
This that black Jesus hangin’ in your mother livin’ room, Christ flow
Might get a fiend rental ’cause the night slow (Skrrt)
Spin a few blocks, and grab the ooh-wop
COs block and lock the cells down, go make my doo-wop
Don’t get your crew shot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Chewy got a G.I.A. certified stone in his nose, you’d think he 2Pac
I’m at the juice spot (Juice spot)
Ayo, DOOM said all caps (Ah), I’m in your bushes in all black
At Bal Harbour, we the mall rats
Goyard store with the MAC, full matte (Brr, brr, ah)
Gucci floormat, this shit raw rap, you ain’t even all that (Uh uh)
My Blood homie rockin’ stars on him like rob the store back
Lemon pepper hot mix, all flats, you never wore that (Uh uh, ah)

[Verse 2: Tiona Deniece]
‘Cause how many days you got in front of ya?
Live the way you wanna
‘Cause how many days you got in front of ya?
‘Cause we gon’ get paid until the summer’s up
‘Cause it’s all love (All love, all love)
Said it’s all love (All love, yeah)
It’s all love, father forgive him
And I pray for those that try to offend me
Lord knows that I brought it with me
(Conductor, we have a problem) On God, I’ll leave it empty

[Outro]
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem

Run The Jewels – ​ooh la la (Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus: Greg Nice]
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, ah, ooh, la la, it’s Young Mula-la
My lil dude ra-ra, boom boom, kumbaya
Vroom vroom, zoom by ya
Me and me goon brada
Mario brother shroom power make me doom doom da da
Bougie thot, I call her Bougie Banton
She like sushi and opera but her coochie aqua
What’s a goon to a goblin? What’s a shooter to a shotta?
I can boom shakalaka your medulla oblongata
Kill a mic like El-P and Killer Mike, feeling like
DJ Premier, it’s my world premiere tonight, feeling right
Hair trigger softer than a pillow fight
No computer, but this MAC got more shots than gigabytes
Bigger teeth, bigger bite, bigger holes in the wall
Money tall, ego small, blunt is long as a log
Mask is off, nothin’ to lose, classy God, Sunday school
Run up a check and run your mouth
Wе run you down
Run The Jewels
Lil Tunе (Tune)

[Chorus: Greg Nice & El-P]
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ah, oui oui)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Mon cheri, mon cheri)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la

[Verse 2: El-P]
Lookin’ for M’s like I lost a friend
Jump out of my bed like, “Where the bread?”
You gon’ hold the egg, waiter bring the check
When we talk, we Kalashnikov, keep us in your thoughts
Fully dressed at the crack of dawn, weapons letting off
I can hear them from the block, see them creeping through the fog
Season’s greetings, now feeding season can start, oh my God
Look alive, lookin’ like I live life on a crooked line
Doin’ fine, you want maximum stupid, I am the guy

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
First of all, fuck the fuckin’ law, we is fuckin’ raw
Steak tartare, oysters on the half-shell, sushi bar
Life a bitch and the pussy fish, still fucked her raw
I’m a dog, I’m a dirty dog, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ol’ Dirty Bastard, go in your jaw, shimmy shimmy ya
Got the semi in the hemi, goin’ “Gimme, gimme, y’all”
Pugilistic, my linguistics are Jeru the Damaja
And I rap it pornographic, bitch, set up the camera

[Chorus: Greg Nice, Killer Mike & El-P]
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (I need a bottle of Moët, ho, come on)
Ooh, la la (Garçon)

[Verse 4: El-P]
You covet disruption, I got you covered, I’m bussin’ (Bussin’)
My brother’s a runner, he’s crushin’, it’s no discussion (‘Scussion)
I used to be munchkin, I wasn’t ‘posed to be nothin’ (Nothin’)
Y’all fuckers corrupted and up to somethin’ disgusting
My pockets are plumper this season, I love to cuff ’em
I’m afraid of nothin’ but nothingness, ain’t it something?
Warmongers are dumpin’, they’ll point and click at your pumpkin (Look out)
Your suffering is scrumptious, they’ll put your kids in the oven

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
Fuck a king or queen and all of they loyal subjects
I pull my penis out and I piss on they shoes in public
People, we the pirates, the pride of this great republic
No matter what you order, muhfucker, we what you’re stuck with (Sorry)
I used to love Bruce, but livin’ my vida loca
Helped me understand I’m probably more of a Joker
When we usher in chaos, just know that we did it smiling
Cannibals on this island, inmates run the asylum

[Chorus: Greg Nice & El-P]
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la (DJ Premier)

[Outro: Greg Nice & DJ Premier]
Ooh, la la
Ooh, la-, la, la
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la, la, la, la, la
Ah, oui, ah, oui, ah
Ah, ah, oui, oui

​Run The Jewels – ooh la la (Remix) Lyrics

[Chorus: Greg Nice]
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, ah, ooh, la la, it’s Young Mula-la
My lil dude ra-ra, boom boom, kumbaya
Vroom vroom, zoom by ya
Me and me goon brada
Mario brother shroom power make me doom doom da da
Bougie thot, I call her Bougie Banton
She like sushi and opera but her coochie aqua
What’s a goon to a goblin? What’s a shooter to a shotta?
I can boom shakalaka your medulla oblongata
Kill a mic like El-P and Killer Mike, feeling like
DJ Premier, it’s my world premiere tonight, feeling right
Hair trigger softer than a pillow fight
No computer, but this MAC got more shots than gigabytes
Bigger teeth, bigger bite, bigger holes in the wall
Money tall, ego small, blunt is long as a log
Mask is off, nothin’ to lose, classy God, Sunday school
Run up a check and run your mouth
Wе run you down
Run The Jewels
Lil Tunе (Tune)

[Chorus: Greg Nice & El-P]
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ah, oui oui)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Mon cheri, mon cheri)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la

[Verse 2: El-P]
Lookin’ for M’s like I lost a friend
Jump out of my bed like, “Where the bread?”
You gon’ hold the egg, waiter bring the check
When we talk, we Kalashnikov, keep us in your thoughts
Fully dressed at the crack of dawn, weapons letting off
I can hear them from the block, see them creeping through the fog
Season’s greetings, now feeding season can start, oh my God
Look alive, lookin’ like I live life on a crooked line
Doin’ fine, you want maximum stupid, I am the guy

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
First of all, fuck the fuckin’ law, we is fuckin’ raw
Steak tartare, oysters on the half-shell, sushi bar
Life a bitch and the pussy fish, still fucked her raw
I’m a dog, I’m a dirty dog, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ol’ Dirty Bastard, go in your jaw, shimmy shimmy ya
Got the semi in the hemi, goin’ “Gimme, gimme, y’all”
Pugilistic, my linguistics are Jeru the Damaja
And I rap it pornographic, bitch, set up the camera

[Chorus: Greg Nice, Killer Mike & El-P]
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (I need a bottle of Moët, ho, come on)
Ooh, la la (Garçon)

[Verse 4: El-P]
You covet disruption, I got you covered, I’m bussin’ (Bussin’)
My brother’s a runner, he’s crushin’, it’s no discussion (‘Scussion)
I used to be munchkin, I wasn’t ‘posed to be nothin’ (Nothin’)
Y’all fuckers corrupted and up to somethin’ disgusting
My pockets are plumper this season, I love to cuff ’em
I’m afraid of nothin’ but nothingness, ain’t it something?
Warmongers are dumpin’, they’ll point and click at your pumpkin (Look out)
Your suffering is scrumptious, they’ll put your kids in the oven

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
Fuck a king or queen and all of they loyal subjects
I pull my penis out and I piss on they shoes in public
People, we the pirates, the pride of this great republic
No matter what you order, muhfucker, we what you’re stuck with (Sorry)
I used to love Bruce, but livin’ my vida loca
Helped me understand I’m probably more of a Joker
When we usher in chaos, just know that we did it smiling
Cannibals on this island, inmates run the asylum

[Chorus: Greg Nice & El-P]
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la, ah, oui oui (Ayy)
Ooh, la la (DJ Premier)

[Outro: Greg Nice & DJ Premier]
Ooh, la la
Ooh, la-, la, la
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, la la, ah, oui oui
Ooh, la, la, la, la, la
Ah, oui, ah, oui, ah
Ah, ah, oui, oui

Westside Gunn – Draymond Lyrics

[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Uh-huh, ayo, ayo
Ayo, check, ayo

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
With the right, I shake a millionaire’s hand, with the left, I serve a junkie
Walked the line, a lavish life of crime, remember them times
I had a bunkie on the tear, now my signature a souvenir (Haha)
Bitches wanna hang, bringin’ me neck like I got nooses near (Uh)
My shit is hypnotic, when I spit it, they got stupid stares (Yeah, yeah)
Bought they lies quickly and minimize when the truth appear
They say this shit a gamblе, you live your life in casinos (What)
Death is at thе door, I shoot the reaper through the peep hole (Brrah, brrah, brrah)
I see no equal, I play the game on hard, dont need no cheat code (Nah)
It’s easier to scam then flip a kilo (Yeah)
Dirt all over the C-notes, keep the clean stack separate (Uh-uh)
For the record, I’m reckless, shit, natural scrap is effortless (Yeah)
Made the murder shit like a 38 specialist, what’s special is
I heard your new shit, I’m less than impressed with it (Shit trash)
All the fools under my shoe, I’m settin’ the precedent
They overdose, it’s fentanyl in the pills when they pressin’ it

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I had to split the cocaine pot like Roman Reigns (Ah)
Don’t get your chain popped, you know the name
You light as a raindrop, I’m on Biscayne, Rolls Royce, no top before the fame (Skrrt)
Two hundred with factory diamonds, three hundred for the plain (Ah)
You can never compare
Your shit wouldn’t add up, my mathematics is rare
Bob Backlund and Flair, MAC clappin’, beware (Brr, brr, brr)
Trash bag with the potatoes in the front, no air (Doot doot doot doot doot doot)
We praisin’ both, after every body, we raise a toast
To the one they hate the most, word to Allah, got the Wraith and Ghost
My shooter had to sniff an eighth of coke to cope
Shit hurt when you gotta put your family in the scope (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)

[Verse 3: Stove God Cooks]
I had to pray over the work (We had to pray over the bricks)
We was drownin’ in that water whip, niggas had to surf (Yeah)
To a kilo from the dirt (God)
Runnin’ from the RICO, I still had perico on my shirt
Eleven hundred for an ounce, twenty thousand for a verse, chopper made his shoulder jerk
Smell of money in the air on the fifteenth and the first
That bein’ broke shit was a curse, I done killed your favorite rapper
Got a body in the trunk, we bangin’ Esco in the hearse (We bangin’ Esco in the hearse)
She got the TEC inside the purse, the big Telfar, I used to sell hard
The Bally belt on, the yayo god
Used to owe the plug, I just pay him off
It’s what you do after the brick, bitch, I’m Draymond

Hd4president – Touch Down 2 Cause Hell Lyrics

[Intro]
Baow, baow, baow
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

[Verse 1]
I say hold up
Shawty smokin’ zaza out the pack, I told her roll up
Niggas muggin’ stupid, lookin’ crazy like they know us
You ain’t got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but bitch, so what?
Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some booty, tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my niggas rollin’ Backwoods, they don’t f*ck around with Swishers
I been f*ckin’ on his bitch, I just was f*ckin’ on her sister
Leanin’ off the juice, bitch, I got Wock’ up in my double cup
Baby gettin’ money, but lil’ bitch know you can’t f*ck with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it’s up with us
p*ssy nigga, you ain’t ’bout that shit, so what you buckin’ for?
I touched down at 11:45
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I f*ck with 54, that swim team, they gon’ dive
I said bitch, don’t turn me down
It’s up, no comin’ down, turn me up

[Chorus]
Is that purple I smell?
Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin’ my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales

Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’ f*ck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell

[Verse 2]
Turn up on these niggas, I been runnin’ up a bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my ass now
I can hit your ho and I ain’t gotta put my MAC down
I been f*ckin’ bitches out in Houston back to Sac-town
Ooh, ooh
My bitch expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And bitch, I’m rollin’ like a train, hollerin’ choo-choo
I’m retarded in the brain, I got loose screws
Ain’t do no play, but that’s my dog like it’s Blues Clues
Never back down from a soul, you know me a warrior, me a warrior
I just hit the mall with your ho, and you know I’m spoilin’ her, yeah, I’m spoilin’ her (HD)

[Chorus]
Is that purple I smell?
Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin’ my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’ f*ck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

[Outro]
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
HD
Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once

Young Stoner Life & Young Thug – Mack Truck Lyrics (feat. Jim Jones)

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh, ByrdGang
Birds still fly high
Is you vampin’ or you campin’? (Veor)
Just like them bricks we was stampin’, gettin’ rich, bitch (Capo)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Car drive itself so I don’t need a chauffeur (Skrrt)
F and N in my belt so I don’t need a holster (See that?)
Been gettin’ bread, who the f*ck needs a toaster? (Uh)
Shit, I beat the murder like OJ with mimosa
Gloves don’t fit, only thing missin’ is the white Bronco (Woo)
I been tryna get rich off that white blanco (Woo)
Now I’m sellin’ crypto, but I’m not a Crip, though (Uh-uh)
But I got that blue liquid sittin’ in my bank like it’s Hpno’ (East side)
Shit, I’m on my shit, though, like Baby in a Pull-Up
Don’t play, we’ll pull up, just like a pair of Huggies (Got that?)
I put guns on your head just like I gave you a noogie (Grr)
I know drug dealers that was rich and now they turned to a druggie (Damn)
But all in all, no complaints because I beat the odds (You got it)
And you can meet me at the plaza if you need a job
Even the boys know that we be the mob
With the windows up, you can’t see the stars (Woo)
That’s a double entendre if I’m drivin’ the Wraith (Facts)

Keep guns like it’s Contra, ’cause niggas they die when they safe (Stay dangerous)
I’d rather stay dangerous, when you see me fly through the H (Uh-huh)
Bought a new watch and I dropped a pie in the face
I’m a shit popper, but I back it up (Woo)
You get locked in the wrong house, I’ll have ’em pack you up (Get ’em)
On my waist sideways is how the MAC was tucked
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck, f*ck it, haha, shit

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Poppin’, poppin’ all these Roxies, Adderalls, ooh
I’m never stoppin’, land the jet, had red eyes
I’m poppin’ my shit, loungin’ in the pilot den
Watchin’ Power, I ain’t worried ’cause I’m timeless
Drop an earring on the ground, it’s easy to find me
Water on me up and down, you call me Dasani
Jeans by Thom Browne like I was a Chinese
All hell is going down if he try to try me
I’ma spit a hundred rounds out the Tommy
I’m just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny
Diamond worth a hundred thou’ and it’s tiny
I just spent a hundred thou’ and it’s tiny
I’ma spit a hundred rounds out a Tommy
I’m just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny

Joey Trap – REMORSE Lyrics

[Intro]
Niggas where I’m from don’t show remorse
I be ’round them niggas by them bricks and by the porch
When up by the trap, I got a beam on my, uh (Sredna in the city)

[Chorus]
When up by the trap, I hide a beam on my Glock
I just left the rollie store like a fiend, bought my watch
I keep buying this designer like I need it to shop
Still remember all them days, was selling beans on the block, hey

[Verse 1]
Girl, what’s hannenin’?
That’s your shorty? I ain’t know, but she gon’ bring her friends
Get my pole and post up on ’em, we don’t play prеtend
Bitch, we smokin’ out the pound, thе fuck you need a ten?
Got a bad yellowbone that get me freaky
I just love it when she try so hard to please me
I just took a thirty, got me sleepy
I woke up in Hennessy and I was knee deep
Got my pack today, what would I wait on
In the Beamer, in that Jag, you niggas skate off, ayy
Pull out that MAC, ayy
Crew with the strap, ayy
City on my back, ayy
They still call me whack, ayy
I still got them Benji’s, I still rock Fendi
Young nigga got plenty, fuck nigga don’t test me
Dumb nigga, we slide on if a dumb nigga try to tempt me
Bitch just my side ho, so please don’t act friendly

[Chorus]
When up by the trap, I hide a beam on my Glock
I just left the rollie store like a fiend, bought my watch
I keep buying this designer like I need it to shop
Still remember all them days, was selling beans on the block, hey

[Verse 2]
Niggas where I’m from don’t show remorse
I be ’round them niggas by them bricks and by the porch
I was in that Bentley smokin’ dutches with a torch
You was on the subway tryna act like you a boss
Who really lost?

Young Stoner Life & Young Thug – Mack Truck Lyrics

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh, Bird Gang
Birds still fly high
Is you vampin’ or you campin?
Just like them bricks we was stampin’, gettin’ rich, bitch (Capo)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Car drive itself so I don’t need a chauffeur (Skrrt)
F and N in my belt so I don’t need a holster (See that?)
Been gettin’ bread, who the fuck needs a toaster? (Uh)
Shit, I beat the murder like OJ with mimosa
Gloves don’t fit, only thing missin’ is the white Bronco (Woo)
I been tryna get rich off that white blanco (Woo)
Now I’m sellin’ crypto, but I’m not a Crip, though (Uh-uh)
But I got that blue liquid sittin’ in my bank like it’s Hpno’ (East side)
Shit, I’m on my shit, though, like Baby in a Pull-Up
Don’t play, we’ll pull up, just like a pair of Huggies (Got that?)
I put guns on your head just like I gave you a noogie (Grr)
I know drug dealers that was rich and now they turned to a druggie (Damn)
But all in all, no complaints because I beat the odds (You got it)
And you can meet me at the plaza if you need a job
Even the boys know that we be the mob
With the windows up, you can’t see the stars (Woo)
That’s a double entendre if I’m drivin’ the Wraith (Facts)
Keep guns like it’s Contra, ’cause niggas they die when they safe (Stay dangerous)
I’d rather stay dangerous, when you see me fly through the H (Uh-huh)
Bought a new watch and I dropped a pie in the face
I’m a shit popper, but I back it up (Woo)
You get locked in the wrong house, I’ll have ’em pack you up (Get ’em)
On my waist sideways is how the MAC was tucked
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck, fuck it, haha, shit

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Poppin’, poppin’ all these Roxies, Adderalls, ooh
I’m never stoppin’, land the jet, had red eyes
I’m poppin’ my shit, loungin’ in the pilot den
Watchin’ Power, I ain’t worried ’cause I’m timeless
Drop an earring on the ground, it’s easy to find me
Water on me up and down, you call me Dasani
Jeans by Thom Browne like I was a Chinese
All hell is going down if he try to try me
I’ma spit a hundred rounds out the Tommy
I’m just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny
Diamond worth a hundred thou’ and it’s tiny
I just spent a hundred thou’ and it’s tiny
I’ma spit a hundred rounds out a Tommy
I’m just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny

Lil Durk, King Von & Booka600 – Out the Roof Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Durk]
I hang wit’ murderers
I hang wit’
I hang wit’, ayy, bitch
And I hang with murderers for sure
[?]
(TouchofTrent be wildin’ with it)

[Verse 1: Booka600 & Lil Durk]
We done put some cash on their head, foe and ’em like, “Where to shoot?” (Let’s get it, yeah)
Thirty in this mag and I blow that bitch just like a flute (Like a flute)
Pull up with a bad little bitch (Yeah, yeah), I’m in the Bentley coupe (Yeah)
Money bussin’ out the stash, had to take the load up out the room (Man, what?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Lil’ bro on your ass, then he spaz when he out the roof (Let’s get it)
Lil’ foe and ’em be T’ed, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (Out of here)
Come run up your blick like you on that, they gon’ challenge you
I can’t even cap, I had that MAC, I held a lot of tool (Ayy, Durk, where your bitch ass at?)
I’m on the Lam’, nigga (Bet)
Slide through, bitch, I shoot and drive too (Let’s get it)
Why you namin’ him like he could save you? Bitch, he high too
Why you keep on bringin’ up the murders that your guys do? (Bitch)
Why you keep on postin’ up them guns that your guys shoot? (Gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 3: King Von & Booka600]
Von
Niggas always woofin’ like they like that (Huh? Huh?)
Tryna ride my wave, that nigga drown, he need a life vest (Drown, drown, drown)
O’Block my chain, I left Icebox and I went right back (Bling, baow)
That nigga pussy, when he by his self, nah, he ain’t like that (Nah, nah)
I keep a forty (Boom)
Who you got? Why you talking ’bout all them bodies?
Who you shot? Where you at? Why you talking ’bout you gon’ rob me? (Where you at?)
If it’s that, where you at? Steady actin’ like he cocky (Actin’ like he cocky)
I got out of jail and got a mill’ and took off like a rocket (Boom, boom)
Booka man smokin’ on that Tooka man, for sure (Booka man smokin’ on that)
You a stupid man, you thinkin’ I’ma oop, my man, is you slow? (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t know who you is, boy, I’m chargin’ thirty for a show
Send it, greenlight, it’s a go
And I gotta get it with my pole

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
Ayy, why the fuck you callin’ back, boy?
I’m in your cut, nigga (Grrah)
He call my phone like he my mans, you know it’s up with us (Let’s get it)
Foe and ’em Houdini, magic trick, they turn you blunts, nigga (They turn you blunts)
He tryna get up, like he dyin’ like that one nigga (Man, what?)

[Outro: Lil Durk]
Oh man, y’all just kill my mans, man
So? Fuck him, bitch
His ass with Tooka anyway, damn
Dead niggas
300, O’Block shit
600 shit, bitch
Gang, OTF
Yeah
Ayy, when they, that shit be funny Tee, when they ass be tweakin’ and shit
You get right on a nigga ass

Rowdy Rebel – Jesse Owens Lyrics

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[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
Uh, haha, yes, grr, haha, woah
Ah, boom, ah-ah, ha, come on, boom, ayy
Ayo, NAV, what’s up, bro? Backed in my zone
And, yeah, I’ll put some more nigga shit, ah-ah-ah (Gang, brr, huh?)

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’

[Verse 1: NAV & Rowdy Rebel]
Gotta drop on an opp, where is he? (Where is he?)
Slide in that corner, get busy (Get busy)
Look at my chain, shit get frisky
I’m rockin’ Elliot diamonds, no kizzy (No cap)
All my shooters givin’ out head taps
I ain’t goin’ inside no club with no blicky
Got your girl backstage at my show
And I signed three letters on her titty (That’s “NAV”)
GS9, XO, pushin’ your wig back
4-5-6, get a head crack
Drivin’ inside the foreign
Watch everybody move every time I back, back
Most of these people gon’ fold under pressure
Your big homie turned to a rat, rat (Rat)
Gettin’ free bands, I’m gettin’ to the guap
Like Tarantino, I got racks, racks (Racks)
Two-tone dollar, got a two-tone Glock
Got a yellow-bone bitch with a two-door drop
Do it for the thrill, my shooters do drill
In a Hellcat and they get away from the cops
Run into me, I’m a rebel like Rowdy
When I’m in my city, I feel like John Gotti
Put some respect on my body
So much money, think I joined ‘Luminati (Yeah)

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
I’m off the Addy, I’m geekin’ (I’m geekin’)
I’m in the spot, I’m tweakin’ (I’m tweakin’)
We might just up for no reason (No reason)
All of my diamonds is freezin’ (Freezin’)
All of my diamonds from Eric the Jeweler, he make my shit cooler
My diamonds is wet like a sewer
I told him to bust up my shooters
‘Cause all of my shooters, they gon’ take care of the mula (Woo)
Slide through your block with a MAC (With a MAC)
I ain’t talkin’ bout no sleeze (No sleeze)
I’m talkin’ ’bout this .30, attached (Attached)
Check this MAC, I got in the V (Woah)
I’m in the back of the Bach with a MAC
I’m tryna clear off the scene (Off the scene)
I got my bitch in the car, she drivin’
She ain’t gon’ tell what she see (See, woah)
I make her bust off a Perc’ (Off a Perc’)
Then make her get down on her knees (On her knees)
I put my Glock in her purse (Her purse)
‘Cause it show in my Amiri jeans (Jeans)
I got a bitch that’s a nurse (A nurse)
She always take care of my needs (My needs)
All of my hot boys on go (On go)
They all gon’ put on for the team (For the team)
Bet you they cover they mouth (They mouth)
They ain’t gon’ talk or speak (Shh)
They gon’ just drip when you park (What?)
And run up that shmoney machine

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’ (Grrah)

[Outro: Rowdy Rebel]
Showin’, showin’, showin’

Marlo – K4kk Lyrics (feat. Mak Sauce)

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Chorus: Mak Sauce]
Que pasa? que pasa? que pasa? que pasa?
f**k nigga play and get popped up
Bullets get hot like some motherf**kin’ lava
Que pasa? que pasa? que pasa? que pasa?
All my warriors, my shotters
Nigga play ’round, he go Diddy and bop you
Nigga get cold like some veggies
I’m in the cut like a wedgie
I put the dick in her belly
Warner bread him, I go up on his celly
Que pasa? que pasa? que pasa? que pasa?
Que pasa holmes? que pasa holmes?
Que pasa holmes? que pasa holmes?

[Verse 1: Marlo & Mak Sauce]
Big choppers, them choppers they pull on your block and them choppers go blocka
Who shot ya? them bitches be flying, them bullets they hot like saliva
Que pasa? que pasa? I put that dick in her belly
I piss on her face like Kelly
I gave her that dick so she gave me that Becky
Que pasa? que pasa? I tote me a MAC and a glocker
f**k nigga play he get popped up
Pop out your closet like a motherf**king monster
Que pasa? que pasa? I’m at your neck like a necklace
Perk gang, nigga we selfish
Give your motherf**kin’ ass a death wish

[Chorus: Mak Sauce]
Que pasa? que pasa? que pasa? que pasa?
f**k nigga play and get popped up
Bullets get hot like some motherf**kin’ lava
Que pasa? que pasa? que pasa? que pasa?
All my warriors, my shotters
Nigga play ’round, he go Diddy and bop you
Nigga get cold like some veggies
I’m in the cut like a wedgie
I put the dick in her belly
Warner bread him, I go up on his celly
Que pasa? que pasa? que pasa? que pasa?
Que pasa holmes? que pasa holmes?
Que pasa holmes? que pasa holmes?

[Verse 2: Mak Sauce & Marlo]
I spray your bitch life with bready
Bitches [?] bet he come spin me
President rental so bet he come tint me
Big boy banging red just like motherf**kin’ Wendy’s
Hop in that coupe and I swerve on that bitch
Gas stain, I can do the turtle in that bitch
His brains on the curb in that bitch
Molly got the brain, you get served in this bitch
Wraith got a son, have you swerving and shit
Molly got an Act, have you drippin’ out the brick
Too deep in that water, can’t swim in that shit
Had to pop two percs, wasn’t feeling that shit
Barbecue chicken, get grilled in that bitch
Tat when I motherf**king tick in this bitch
Get on your knees and come lick the lil dick
Pop out the pump, get to shooting the stick

[Chorus: Mak Sauce]
Que pasa? que pasa? que pasa? que pasa?
f**k nigga play and get popped up
Bullets get hot like some motherf**kin’ lava
Que pasa? que pasa? que pasa? que pasa?
All my warriors, my shotters
Nigga play ’round, he go Diddy and bop you
Nigga get cold like some veggies
I’m in the cut like a wedgie
I put the dick in her belly
Warner bread him, I go up on his celly
Que pasa? que pasa? que pasa? que pasa?
Que pasa holmes? que pasa holmes?
Que pasa holmes? que pasa holmes?

Lil’ Kim – Street Dreams Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Got it going on, what, what?
Uh, what, what?
They got it going on, what, what?
Yeah, uh, what, what? (Uh)

[Verse 1: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I’m momma, Miss Ivanna
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
You’re 9-0, my guns is Valentino
MAC wavin’, “Queen Bitch” engraved in (What?)
And my peeps, it increased then ceased
Then sink slow, flows incredible, video
Peep the little petite, stand about 5 feet 0 inches (What?)
Off springs to clenches (Woo)
Me, I suspensions
Quick to bring your body agony like pinches
Yes, yes, what? (What?)
The T.V.’s in the Range, half a milli’ in the game
Nigga, we too dutty for that, bring your ass on back
Matter fact, stay where you at, you might fuck my frow up
Fuck my flow up (Woo), hustle ’til I throw up
No more, high beam slums, and iced out baguettes
Back to Pontiacs and ’86 Acs, Cadillacs
The 6-8’s quick to tag plates, i’m straight
Stay great, the diamonds and pearls
Forever always, the million dollar girl (Uh)

[Chorus: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody’s looking for something

[Verse 2: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I got no time for fake niggas (Uh, what? That’s right)
You drink a little wine, but you shake, nigga
See, my name’s on your lease with your bank figures
‘Cause I’m much more advanced than them average gold diggers
Yeah, it figures; you’re talking ’bout me, so what about you? (Uh)
Man, bitches be lying too
I push the ki’s, GS3s, the papes (Woo)
Y’all rock Bape, state to state, until it takes
Mad dimes from New York to Anaheim (Uh, uh-huh)
While you daydream and whine
I just keep gettin’ mine (Gettin’ mine)
And I’m, married to this (Woo)
Y’all straddle chi-lists and still planning weddings (Uh)
Mafioso threatens all the bullshit
Any type of threat, ends to pull shit (What?)
That’s why I got mad love for my real bitches
Kisses and hugs, yo, one love to my thug niggas (Uh-huh)

[Chorus: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody’s looking for something, uh

[Verse 3: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Right back at ya, you know the one Cleopatra
All up in that ass, digging in your stash
Niggas think they gon’ get some ass
No money money, no licky-licky (Uh)
Fuck your dicky-dicky and your quickie
Gimme your loot, your MAC-11 didn’t shoot
Your game ain’t sweet, John Paul Pete shouldn’t compare
If you can’t wed it (What?), forget it, don’t sweat it (What?)
I bet it, make it come smooth if you let it
You can’t stop a bitch from ballin’ (Ballin’)
Haha, the lala, the drop-off, they be callin’
Uh, Cease-A-Leo, uh

[Chorus: Lil’ Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody’s looking for something, uh

Ice Billion Berg – Real Spill Lyrics

[Verse 1]
f**k it
More money, more problems
More drugs, more bitches
They ask me do I plan on stoppin’
I tell ’em tell those f**k niggas kill me
Switch whips, shit kitted out
Real spaceship, do a minute mile
Back f**kin’ hood bitches, I be in and out
And I promise ain’t no kid shrimpin’ out, whoa
Two hundred stacks worth of ice on layaway
You know my boy Stacks get me right the player way
And if I gotta stick this MAC in your ribcage
It was ’cause my f**kin’ bills late
I’m tryna get it up the real way
Twenty acre compound with the steel gates
Young nigga livin’ wild but it feel great
I got shit on smash back from here to the A

[Chorus]
Real spill, we do numbers, homie we do numbers
Real spill, we goin’ ape this summer, we goin’ ape this summer
Real spill, shit ain’t stoppin’, nigga shit ain’t stoppin’
Real spill, shit ain’t stoppin’, nigga shit ain’t stoppin’, no

[Verse 2]
Cruisin’ down the street in my seven two
Niggas say I’m pussy, well I never knew
Your ho keep track of my every move
‘Cause she know wherever I’m at, I’ma bless the room
This a message to whoever hate me
Pussy ass nigga I made it
This ain’t a race, y’all lil niggas chasin’
About to drop tape after tape, so gracious
Wait a minute, hold up, right now
I’m ’bout to go up, sky high
He thought he got up on my level, it was just a high five
Cat ass nigga just got killed for the ninth time
Bite down, bite down, bite down
It’s kind of hard for me to talk ’cause my jaw’s hard now
Sorry mama, I know I don’t hang with the right crowd
But we the young niggas that’s doin’ it right now

[Chorus]
Real spill, we do numbers, homie we do numbers
Real spill, we goin’ ape this summer, we goin’ ape this summer
Real spill, shit ain’t stoppin’, nigga shit ain’t stoppin’
Real spill, shit ain’t stoppin’, nigga shit ain’t stoppin’, no

[Bridge]
These niggas don’t listen
These niggas gon’ make me start illin’
On everything I love
These niggas gon’ wind up missin’, huh
These niggas don’t listen
These niggas gon’ make me start illin’
On everything I love
These niggas gon’ wind up missin’

[Verse 3]
I’m stoppin’ everything in your motherf**kin’ bank bitch, huh
I been doin’ what you can’t jit
Don’t get it twisted, this is not the same shit
You ain’t one of us, your type we don’t hang with, nah
Smokin’ with my nigga live on FaceTime
He doin’ life plus five, state time
I compare him to the sun, no rainy days how we need him to shine
He alive but he just can’t now
So we damn sure do it for him
Yeah, my nigga really livin’ through us
Just be happy we puttin’ the pain in the music
And we ain’t loadin’ up them things and gettin’ to it

[Chorus]
Real spill, we do numbers, homie we do numbers
Real spill, we goin’ ape this summer, we goin’ ape this summer
Real spill, shit ain’t stoppin’, nah shit ain’t stoppin’
Real spill, shit ain’t stoppin’, nigga shit ain’t stoppin’, no

[Outro]
Hold up, I go by the name of
Bergo Billiono
Most incredible, pay homage boy, haha
Pay homage ‘fore this shit get took from you, whoa
Hahahaha, I like this

Quilly – Who Gon Stop Us Lyrics (feat. Pnb Rock)

[Intro: Quilly]
Feel good, don’t nobody touch the heat either

[Verse 1: Quilly]
When it really come down to it
You don’t really wanna go through it
I’ll put a check on your head, I’ll tell my shooter “just do it”
You don’t wanna beef; 5 Guys
Put some Chicken on your head; Popeyes
What’s a walk down to a drive by?
Put the pound to you; no high five
On your roof like satellite WIFI
Have niggas’ sleepin’ on your crib nigga
Lawyer paid off, I’ma beat the case
Hungry lil’ nigga that’ll eat the plate
Ruth Chris, boy, you’re lookin’ like Steak
Shooters on go, never heard of breaks
Whats attempt murder to a murder case?
All my niggas’ boosting up the murder rate
My youngins’ don’t read or write, but they squeeze on sight
For that cheese, alright?
Got a fiend, all white, bring me green all night
Got a fiend, all black, on the first, get a stack
If we go to court, you’re the first one to rat
MAC wit the ladder, be the first one to clap
Street credit good, nigga, you can check the stat
Paperwork clean, I was never into that
And, you was never into this, hatin’ ass niggas
Said I never would be rich
“Talk about the pain”, hold up, let me reminisce
How I owe you? You ain’t never give me shit
Now I’m makin’ all hits; won’t miss
Now, I got a full stomach, full clip
Michael Jordan on the mic; no bullshit
Hope you never forget, I will never forfeit
Gold on the grill but the (?)
This the type of flow to put the house on the hill
Live by the street rule; kill or be killed
I’ma get it in, Inshallah; Lord will
Know a couple hood niggas’ that’ll ride for me
Uptown niggas’, put you in the sky for me
Got that 57 sittin’ on the side of me
And, I would never sing, quiet as a Library
No stop signs, all green lights, tuck a nigga in, help him sleep tight
I remember times, I ain’t eat nights, sleep nights
You don’t know about this street life

[Chorus: PNB Rock] (2x)
All of my niggas, we came from the bottom
Don’t play wit my niggas, we play wit them choppers
100 in the drum, bitch, you better run
We ain’t gotta aim, cock it, and, we spray
Take your life away, who gonna stop us?

Juice WRLD – Lonely Road Lyrics

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[Intro: Juice WRLD & Roddy Ricch]
Pain, whoa
Mello made it right
I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
But it’s money, money, money, money, money on my mind
Put a beam on the glizzy, don’t get caught between the lines
Last nigga, we got busy, got hit between the eyes
Put my problems in a Backwood and put it in the sky
Got your mans in this Backwood, put it in the sky
I was taught to love my brothers and to hate the other side
Hate the other side, hate the other side

[Verse 1: Polo G]
Boujee of the ecstasy, I might act woo
All those gang members, I can’t act cool, uh
I got gang scriptures in my tattoos
I was runnin’ from the police in my trap shoes
Posted tryna flip a hundred, I couldn’t buy food
Come from nothin’ but I blossom to a tycoon
Betrayal scars, can’t stop thinkin’ ’bout them stab wounds
We might not catch him today but he gon’ die soon
I’m from Chicago, she said she like my accent
I’m from Chicago, a Glock’s what we react with
Stand him tall, make him tumble when that MAC spit
Bitch, I’m a gangster, I just took off from some rap shit (Off from some rap shit)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
But it’s money, money, money, money, money on my mind
Put a beam on the glizzy, don’t get caught between the lines
Last nigga, we got busy, got hit between the eyes
Put my problems in a Backwood and put it in the sky
Got your mans in this Backwood, put it in the sky
I was taught to love my brothers and to hate the other side
Hate the other side, hate the other side, ayy

[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I got pain in my heart, I told you a hundred times
But it’s money, money, money, money, money on my mind
Put a beam on the glizzy, don’t get caught between the lines
Last nigga, we got busy, got hit between the eyes
Put my problems in a Backwood and put it in the sky
Got your mans in this Backwood, put it in the sky
I was taught to love my brothers and to hate the other side
Hate the other side, hate the other side, ayy

[Instrumental Outro]

Jaden – Chateau Lyrics (feat. A$AP Rocky)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Oh, oh, hahaha
Oh shit, “Gang gang in this b***h”

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Jaden]
They smoking the gas now (Yeah), I done caught contact (Yeah)
My iPhone is smashed now (Oh), I got new contacts (Oh)
Itchy, my eyes I’ma scratch now like I need new contacts
Put my bros on the MAC now (What?), I’m signing new contracts

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Jaden]
Bro, laid off the lean, like “f**k do you mean?” Take shit out of context (Uh, huh)
There’s blood on the leaves, leave what we leave, I’m here for the contracts
Got more money than me, we taking your vehicle, call it a car jack (Oh)
Don’t let him misread you, he gon’ deceive you, hit him no call back (Get it)
Hell are my broads at? They where my dawgs at (Uh, huh)
These niggas floor flat (Uh), what’s with the war slatt (Uh)
I done lost contact (Uh), hit and don’t call back (Yeah)
The street a hundred and ten feel (Yeah, let’s go), like Willy Wombat

[Chorus: Jaden]
Talk shit, gossip then I go (Eskeetit, eskeetit, yeah)
Supermodel in my robe (Hey, yeah)
All these diamonds not for show (No, Chateau rain)
I was swallowed by the bowl (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, grr, grr)

[Verse 2: Jaden]
When I pull up, and it’s all of the homies (Yeah)
Don’t act like you know me, you’re playing it close (Close)
They claiming it’s raining, well that’s what they told me
I told ’em to show me, I’m ready to go
You niggas been lonely
When we go to check ya, don’t fold like bologna
I thought you would know (Hey)
Soundtrack for Spider-Man, me and the homies
And shoutout to Sony, I’m ready to go (Shit, yeah)
Ready to go, I’m ready to go
I put in my vote like my senators
Don’t keep the ten on my toes and my head on a roll shit (Goddamn)
Like (Shit) I never paint ’em, my head is a globe
I swing for the tennis, I’m stressing the strobe
And if they didn’t know, I’m letting ’em know (Shit)

[Pre-Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Jaden]
They smoking the gas now (What?), I done caught contact (Let’s go)
My iPhone is smashed now (What?), I got new contacts (Oh)
Itchy, my eyes I’ma scratch now like I need new contacts (I do)
Put my bros on the MAC now (Yeah), I’m signing new contracts

[Chorus: Jaden]
Talk shit, gossip then I go (Eskeetit, eskeetit, yeah)
Supermodel in my robe (Hey, yeah)
All these diamonds not for show (No, Chateau rain)
I was swallowed by the bowl (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, grr, grr)

J Hus – Play Play Lyrics

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[Chorus: Burna Boy]
I know you’re in love
Cah mi have di MAC with di extension
And mi have di money fi ya extensions
Cah mi like your hair longer than my gun, ooh-ooh-ooh
Know we have di guns and girls, haffi keep di balance
And up in my world, we nuh sleep enuh, man
Anytime it could go down, she won’t hold out
She let it all out, pow-pow-pow, pow-pow

[Verse 1: J Hus]
My favorite girl had da French braids
I had a crush on her since back-a-day
She said her ‘usna needs a bandage
After I come ’round and gave her the 12-gauge
You tried call my phone, but it was engaged
I was with my lil’ mama, she was honey glazed
I’ve been crushin’ on her since back then
Just the other day I gave her the MAC-10
I don’t want just any girl, ’cause I’m a little choosy
But I swear I’m a sucker for a lil’ cutie
I had a skin fade like Lil Boosie
And then I went and give lil’ mama the lil’ uzi
‘Cause you got a body shape that I can’t forget
The way I make you drip when I’m talkin’ slick
I’m ashamed ’cause when I came, I was bustin’ quick
That’s why this time I came with the banana clip

[Chorus: Burna Boy]
I know you’re in love
Cah mi have di MAC with di extension
And mi have di money fi ya extensions
Cah mi like your hair longer than my gun, ooh-ooh-ooh
Know we have di guns and girls, haffi keep di balance
And up in my world, we nuh sleep enuh, man
Anytime it could go down, she won’t hold out
She let it all out, pow-pow-pow, pow-pow

[Verse 2: J Hus]
Only God can judge me, but my friend’s a lifer
My life is too fast, so I can never wife her
I’m from the East Coast but she’s a Westsider
I scoped her from far ’cause I’m the best sniper
Said she had the melons, so I go and get ’em
Spray with my AK-47
The way she keeps me guessin’, she is a blessin’
But she only loves me for my three-fifty-seven
I think she was Bajan or maybe Trini
Every time I linked her, I had a nine milli’
I had to link a cougar with a Luger
But the next time, I bring out the big bazooka
It’s the Return of the Mack, call it the sequel
I’m known as the Mack like Beanie Sigel
Before she got undressed, she was already see-through
Then she fell in love with my Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Burna Boy]
I know you’re in love
Cah mi have di MAC with di extension
And mi have di money fi ya extensions
Cah mi like your hair longer than my gun, ooh-ooh-ooh
Know we have di guns and girls, haffi keep di balance
And up in my world, we nuh sleep enuh, man
Anytime it could go down, she won’t hold out
She let it all out, pow-pow-pow, pow-pow

[Outro: J Hus]
She love me for my gunplay
From Monday to Sunday (Monday to Sunday)
I keep a girl up on the runway
She love me for my gunplay
But if it wasn’t for my gunplay
Then she really wouldn’t love me
She love me for my gunplay
From Monday to Sunday (Monday to Sunday)
I keep a girl up on the runway
She love me for my gunplay
But if it wasn’t for my gunplay
Then she really wouldn’t love me

Drakeo The Ruler – Shanaynay Lyrics (feat. Skeme)

[Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Sheesh
I guess this make number two, huh
Damn
Duse makin’ slaps, true

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Ugh, shit I guess that’s me, huh
Got Metro Boomin in the back tryna rip all my seats out
Ugh, now tell me what that beef ’bout
Find your brains in the street, your body by that seaside
Zoom zoom zoom, I had to bleed down the block
Chinky chinky, you smell the stink on my knots
Feds knockin’ at my door, they must’ve found another box
Shananay keep singin’, they must’ve found another Glock
Yeah I just passed another foreign, these lil niggas wanna be me
Type that address in faster if you really wanna see me
I just passed another foreign, these lil niggas wanna be me
Type that address in faster if you really wanna see me

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch sing
Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch ring, shit
Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch sing
You can meet Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch ring

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Me I’m just Duke, my lil brother Drakeo, that’s the rumor
My name on the hall of fame wall with my jeweler
I’m in that Mercedes, don’t need hands to maneuver
Lil bitch now I can really be the driver and the shooter
And I’m pissin’ on these niggas with this lean on my liver
Postmates pistol, you want your issue, I deliver
Got another nigga missin’, suckin’ dick and never kissed her
I was all off in her middle when he texted that he missed her
Damn, ain’t that shit brazy?
I call that bitch a bitch, you call her baby
That nigga probably mad at the kid but I don’t blame him
‘Cause if I wasn’t me, shit I’d probably hate me, nigga

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch sing
Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch ring, shit
Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch sing
You can meet Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch ring

[Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler]
Ralfy you blindin’ me, can you turn your teeth down?
Got America’s most wanted all on one beat now
You just a clown, it’s the Ruler so bow down
In the fifty doin’ donuts, lettin’ off MAC rounds
Ugh, pussy nigga watch your step
Send my niggas to the county to knock down your mac rep
It’s that easy, for a pint of Act you sleepin’
Breezy sleezy, my nickname should be Stevie
I just passed another foreign, these lil niggas wanna be me
Type that address in faster if you really wanna see me
I just passed another foreign, these lil niggas wanna be me
Type that address in faster if you really wanna see me

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch sing
Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch ring, shit
Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch sing
You can meet Shanaynay
I had to let that bitch ring

Drakeo The Ruler – Eye Busser Lyrics (feat. Yatta)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Ugh, bitch we back up on that shit again
Don’t run up on the Stinc Team, somebody gon’ get hit again
Drakeo what that mean, I’m with all eye bussers
My young nigga wildin’, he got all eye bussers
Shit, I’m a lunatic
Don’t snake me out my dough, we got long ropes for Judases
Who is this, Drakeo the Ruler be on some stupid shit
I told niggas the seven-eighteen look like I broke my wrist
Go against the word, my niggas gon’ duct tape you
Shoot him in his face, he ain’t gotta be pump faking
This nigga blood on my shoes, name these the Freddy Krueger Maisons
Got all these bald head Caillous, shit I would’ve named ’em Jason
Niggas tellin’ and singin’, I thought I met Aretha Franklin
The police at my door, I said you gotta be playin’
Ugh, I guess niggas ain’t playin’ fair
Lookin’ up to God like please don’t let ’em find that K in there
Enrolled in school, I’m like I might just be stayin’ here
Just get down and lay down, you know my niggas stain kids, ugh

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man you niggas all busters
Please don’t run up on the team, I’m with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster
Please don’t run up on the team, I’m with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster

[Verse 2: Yatta]
You’s a buster, what you actin’ tough for bozo?
Say my name in a diss song, get JoJo’d
The draco got a heat sensor, call it po-po
You wanna hold some bucks, hit my nuts bitch, hold those
Bitches by the bus load, drugs by the boatload
See an opp, duck four, watch him drop, buck more
My brother damn near tipped on the lick, I was stuck though
It’s good he doubled back ’cause if he didn’t I would’ve tucked on him
Kick doors, yeah them kick doors got my wrist froze
You wanna flick bro, nigga ain’t that what your bitch for?
Let the fifth blow, dump the pistol then switch clothes
Glock-23, see through drum look like a fishbowl
I hear these rappers rappin’, they actin’ like they sick though
Pull up on his ass with that MAC, watch him bitch up
Went to LA get the plug on the drugs, freeway big bows
In the club, fifty thugs and we finna turn this bitch up

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Man you niggas all busters
Please don’t run up on the team, I’m with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster
Please don’t run up on the team, I’m with all eye bussers
My young nigga nineteen, he got all eye bussers
A twenty-piece in the air, we call that an eye busser
Cut all that tough guy shit, nigga we know that you a buster

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rich As Hell Lyrics

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[Intro]
17
D-Roc

[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell

[Verse 1]
Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin’, my niggas haulin’
Niggas be talkin’ and I catch ’em walkin’
I do this often, fuck it, I off ’em
Know that I got ’em, you know I’ma stalk ’em
Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off ’em
All this smoke, it got me coughin’
MAC’s-11, I be steppin’, bitch, I’m reckless, I’m dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain’t tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I’m with it, hmm
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan’ play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail ’em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won’t tell ’em
Talkin’ on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell

[Verse 2]
Whip that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a nigga be kickin’
I got cases pending, I got THC, it’s liquid
If I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin’ up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin’ it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don’t sniff that
‘Cause bitch, I’ma kick you out, you know that we ain’t with that
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don’t talk, bitch
I don’t care ’bout what they talkin’, fuck her best friend, bitch, I’m rich
Fuck your man man, ho, I’m lit
Plus my whole clique full of pits
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can’t drip like this

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail ’em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won’t tell ’em
Talkin’ on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell

[Outro]
17
D-Roc

NAV – Addicted to the Fast Life Lyrics

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[Intro]
I’m addicted to the fast life
I was broke, now that’s my past life

[Pre-Chorus]
I got a diamond necklace, diamond bracelet (Yeah)
Bad bitch, ass done, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing (Yeah)
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Chorus]
I’m addicted to the fast life (I just wanna go fast)
I don’t know who I fucked last night (But I know she had a ass)
I was broke, now that’s my past life (Left that bullshit in the past)
Blow a check, I got my cash right (Spendin’ all this cash)

[Verse 1]
I’ve been blowin’ cash, I been smokin’ gas
I just took a half, I gave the other half to Cash
Remember when I rang her down, and she ain’t call me back
Now when I’m in my city, bitches don’t know how to act
This famous shit feel wack now, gotta trace my tracks now
Cameras on attack now, bitches sneakin’ snaps now
Try me, you get clapped, we in the club without a pat-down
Told ’em not to worry, body still won’t put the MAC down
X to the O, snipin’ hoes, designer clothes, bags of, dope
Lambos, Rangers, Roves, lots of gun smoke
When the fast life stress me out, the drink make it slow

[Pre-Chorus]
Diamond necklace, diamond bracelet
Bad bitch, ass done, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Chorus]
I’m addicted to the fast life (I just wanna go fast)
I don’t know who I fucked last night (But I know she had a ass)
I was broke, now that’s my past life (Left that bullshit in the past)
Blow a check, I got my cash right

[Verse 2]
Smoke inside my ride, pull up to the vibe
Red all in my eyes, screamin’, “Fuck the other side”
We winnin’, you can’t lie, yeah, we certified
I ain’t scared to die, screamin’, “Fuck the other side”
I just bumped into a bitch I fucked the other night
She said “hi” and I said “bye”, yeah, I’m laughin’ while she cryin’
I been gettin’ money, runnin’ out of shit to buy
But there’s lots of drugs to try, get codeine and get some Sprite
Turned the studio to a trap, left the Rex and I ain’t goin’ back
Where the crack and all the straps at? It wasn’t cool to wear a knapsack
In the hallways playin’ Blackjack, skipped class, never passed math
Teachers that said I wouldn’t be shit, they linin’ up with a bus pass

[Pre-Chorus]
Diamond necklace, diamond bracelet
Bad bitch, ass done-, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Chorus]
I’m addicted to the fast life (I just wanna go fast)
I don’t know who I fucked last night (But I know she had a ass)
I was broke, now that’s my past life (Left that bullshit in the past)
Blow a check, I got my cash right

Young Thug – Just How It Is Lyrics

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[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

[Verse 1]
Put it in a Uber, send it to a shooter
Ask me how they do it, kickin’ shit, Ryu, Ken
Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab
Hit ’em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed
Cash on the delivery (Ayy)
G.O.A.T. talk of the century (Oh)
No time for gibberish, all the critics hearin’ this
All the bitches lipstick, and her pussy slippery
I can call a troop, go by the name of Duke
Kidnap a kangaroo, I can send a moose (Woo)
Niggas stole a chain, but I ain’t worried, fool
I’ma keep on spinnin’ ’til they tell me who

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

[Verse 2]
I don’t gotta throw you shit like Kaepernick, nah
I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick
Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich
I can tell you how to die or how to live in this bitch
I can tell you how to talk the most impeccable shit
I can show you how to walk like you got decimals, bitch
Show you how I can get the top from all the top ten bitches
I got white Adderalls and I have amoxicillin
I got lights on, baby, I got moths in this bitch
No fly zone, caught you like you’re mouse in this bitch
Growin’ tycoon and I took some losses, you bitch
I’m a boss, but I don’t like to take a loss in this bitch (Wheezy outta here)
Such a player but I cake and cuddle all of my bitches
I got layers, I got millions, I got all type of buildings
Fuck around and air the pussy nigga out like linen
Last nigga tried me, almost got popped in Lenox
As the cops, ask the detectives, they know all the business
Ask the cops and the detectives, all the jury districts
Ask the kids at school who ambitious, all the missions
Gave the lawyer close to two mil’, he handle all the killings
I don’t know and I don’t wanna know who ‘flodged Bentley’s
I don’t know what’s goin’ bro, I think they all spillin’
We don’t speak ’bout shit on wax, it’s all mob business
We known to kill the biggest cats of all kitties

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

Lil Uzi Vert – R.I.P. Chico Lyrics

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[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man‚ I miss lil Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me‚ he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on duo (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular‚ I tapped out from the deep throat

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, what you saying? Uh, tell me what you saying, uh
Serving sand, uh, in front of the cam’, uh
Counting bands, huh, on top of the land
You’s a fan, yeah, we [?] put you down, yeah
Took a stand, yeah, that boy, he’s a cancer (Bitch)
20 bands, yeah, 20 get you canceled (Bye-bye)
Swerve that Range, yeah, this is not a Land Rover (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh (Ooh), ooh (Chico)
Ooh (Ayy, three hoes, ayy), ooh (Oh)
Uh, understand (Understand)
Ooh, you don’t understand, understand (Understand)
What I had to do as a man (As a man)
Just to make it all the way from the land (From the land)
And still able to go to the land (To the land)
I’m still stunned that he really took the stand
But that’s okay, we cut his ass off like a branch (Like a branch)
Ooh, I got all the sauce, don’t need no ranch (Don’t need no ranch)
MAC-11 got your outfit damped (That’s the MAC, yeah)
Yeah, and my necklace shining like a lamp (Lamp)
These niggas don’t want it with my team (No, they don’t)
Yeah, I texted his girl at 4:03 (1600, yeah)
Yeah, I found out he was an O-P-P (1600, yeah)
Shawty walked past, act like he ain’t on me (Ooh)
‘Cause he know I had that 30 on my belt (On my belt)
Got them hollow tips so you can’t scream for help (No, you can’t)
Now you laying all on the floor
You did that for 304
That we don’t even own
She fuck with a nigga from way back
That gave her her own
Thousand dollar cologne
Ring, ring, which phone?
I’m so high, I don’t know
I’ma show you broke niggas what getting money about (‘Bout)
My mansions so big inside, damn near I put a house (House)
Diamonds on my wrist, these shits is wetter than her mouth (How?)
Cause a murder scene, pick up the bullets, now we out (We out)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan, we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they faneto
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Remember I walked out my house to a shootout, it was veto (Woo)
This was way before I was toting my pole
But he did the stain, he ain’t need me though (Ayy)
2010, ran two, three poles
Me and lil’ [?], them know what we on (What?)
And now I go out field, two, three rolls (Ayy)
Run up a 50 on two or three shows
And my boy Uzi get 80 a show (80 a show, what?)
So we got all the hoes
Told my jeweler, “Man, I don’t wanna see no gold” (Pointers)
I want all of those (Ayy)
And we can’t wait for a new opponent
Free smoke, we want all of those
50 round drum stay up on us
Draco, flippin’ them car right over
I go nuts for my fallen soldiers
First like the Rover, I’m not [?] (Ayy)
Long live [?], ooh, [?] (What?)
Just talked to [?] about [?] the other day
He said, “Wish I was home”
Can’t let no fuck nigga see me cry, only when I’m alone (When I’m alone, R.I.P. the nigga)
Smoke dope when I’m alone
Pray the Lord’ll let me go blazin’ when he call me home
I ain’t seen them Ms, let me go brazy ‘fore you call me home
I made a hundred Ms, I been touched the Ms

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat

Future – Talk Shit Like a Preacher Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m lovin’ it
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I’ma tell you some shit
Yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done fucked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin’ it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)

[Verse]
I wrapped in saran (I wrapped in saran)
I fucked it, I’m payin’ (Fucked it, I’m payin’)
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a 4-4
Strapped up, goin’ loco (Cuckoo)
Makin’ over the Richard Mille
Gettin’ fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon’ mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, don’t tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done fucked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)

[Outro]
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)

Shoreline Mafia – Moving Work Lyrics

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I make money, break money, can’t no nigga take from me
Boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin’
I’m with Rob Vicious, we’re not chasin’ no bitches
We been chasin’ the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
We everything that you isn’t, my niggas handle they business
We not fakin’, no snitchin’, I put my trust in no bitches
We up in the kitchen, saran wrappin’ and sippin’
Heard that pussy nigga dissin’, ‘nother chop for the victim
I’m a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin’
Robbin’ niggas, poor runnin’, fuck around and blow somethin’
I been in the trap but a nigga makin’ show money
Hatin’ ass broke lil’ niggas makin’ no money

[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
I know why you niggas hate me, ’cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil’ homie love them Glocks
Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious ’cause I’m vicious in the pot
Went from sellin’ junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
I got problems
Niggas steady talkin’, but you niggas don’t want drama (Nah)
Pull up on you tweakin’, shootin’ pistols at your mama
I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang)
Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin’ out the llama
Sucks when niggas die and it ain’t even ’bout no commas
Work a nine to five and you won’t even spend a dollar
I grind for me and mine, that’s why these kicks on me Prada
Went from robbin’ niggas to shippin’ my brother product
Niggas talkin’ crazy, that’s what got the party shot up
He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
Who shot him? that fifty gon’ bless him for talkin’ ’bout us

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse

[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Two sixes, that’s a Desert, I do shit you niggas doesn’t
Poured it up with my lil’ cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn’t
In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain’t no cap
I just did a sixteen, I ain’t talkin ’bout no rap
Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill
Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill
You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils
So I keep pushin’ pills, ridin’ ’round with that steel

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse

Meek Mill – Tic Tac Toe Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
It’s a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil’ fish, uh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
‘Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin’ too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain’t no stopping me
Talk on the ‘net, don’t apply to me
I can’t be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon’ slide for me
All that talk, that’s cap, nigga
Y’all be soundin’ like cops to me
Layin’ on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain’t no robbin’ me
I don’t want my old bitch back (I don’t wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can’t fuck with these niggas (Fuck ’em)
But I still send ’em my love (Yeah)
I ain’t gotta trap no more (No)
I’ma just give ’em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I’m not cuffin’ these thots (No)
You ain’t gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have ’em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin’ back to back, huh

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin’ my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin’ that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin’ her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin’ to say
See ’em, it’s nothin’ to talk about (Nothin’)
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin’ smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer ’cause honestly I’ve just been makin’ ’em hot (Yeah)
I’m not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it’s on sight, see me, he ain’t do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
Fuck it, I’m doin’ her dirty (Dirty)
Don’t even know what I’m in it for (I don’t)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I’m fuckin’ her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin’ to get to first place (First place)
We don’t pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

Lil Durk – Is What It Is Lyrics

[Intro]
Southside
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

[Verse 1]
I need that check right now
I’m in the stu’ off the X right now, yeah
Rollin’ on air right now
Fuck around, text their ex right now
You not so tough right now
You in my city, you a guest right now (Uh)
We ain’t gonna talk about drip
I’m in Chanel, you in Guess right now (Pussy)
I hit the road for the shows
Just run up, gon’ bring their poles with ’em
A lot of these niggas so lame
Don’t pull up, you ain’t got your loads with ’em
These bitches be playin’ with their nose
I pull up with a bag of Cole Bennett
I pull up on Izzy for gold
55K for some gold pendants
I’m sellin’ drugs to my tenants
Broke niggas always try to come with opinions (Yeah)
Ridin’ through the city in a Bentley
Could’ve been tinted, Chanel, but I want that Bentley (Uh)
Realest nigga that you’ve come upon
Free Ralo, he run up a marathon
Good gas like a Marathon
Killin’ shit with their hazards on
A fresh 20 just to add it on
I put 20 in my Rag & Bones
Type of shit I be braggin’ on
Make a call, put a ratchet on you
You a goofy, they gon’ stash it on you
You ain’t gang, don’t ask for money
O.T., they tax to join

[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

[Verse 2]
I’m standin’ on couches with CCs
Gotta watch out ’cause they shootin’ up FEFEs
They told me don’t go without bein’ ’round killers
‘Cause killers be watchin’ these VVs
You think he a killer, but his ass a goofy
I heard he be ridin’ the weewees
His lil’ bitch be trippin’
She ask for some Gucci, but she know she get on her knee-knees
Audemars, bust it down, 30, I bust it down
Niggas won’t lower the pounds
You vouchin’ for clowns, you can’t come around (Pussy)
Nowadays, niggas fight, these niggas gon’ pull out cell phones
Nowadays when we fight, my niggas gon’ pull out a nail gun, yeah
One call for raw beef, they tryna nail somethin’
Don’t condone the violence
But if you gon’ nail him, nail him ’cause they’ll tell somethin’
No threats on the internet
I told my guys don’t go way into that
Next time don’t have your kids with you
I’ma tell lil’ folks to go finish that
Go get the Bentley, MAC
I nut on my bitch with a pretty ass
You not right there, where you really at?
I’m on the Lam’ with 300 guys, yeah
You not a street nigga
You see a shootout, you gon’ get excited
You not a street nigga
Instagram watch your murder, you gon’ get indicted, yeah
Now my page on private (Page on private)
Now my phone on silent (Phone on silent)
I ain’t tryna answer no questions (Answer no questions)
I don’t know what happened (Nah)
All I know is he was cappin’, trippin’
Callin’ my phone, tellin’ his business
I don’t wanna hear ’bout no killin’
And you ain’t one of them niggas who killin’

[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

Lil Yachty – I’m the Mac Lyrics

[Intro]
DN, DN, DN
Dropped out of school, that shit was for the pussies
Rockin’ ice, that shit, that got me pussy
Ooh, niggas tryna overlook me
Say what you want, just don’t push me (Uh)

[Chorus]
I’m the mack, I’m the mack
Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, ooh (Yeah)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, ooh (Yeah)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack
Keep a sack, fifty racks, a’ight (Ooh)
Baby, have a talk with your son
That nigga lookin’ like a sack, huh (Bitch)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, huh (Mack)
I’m the mack with the MAC, huh (I’m the mack)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Mack)
Minor setbacks for major comebacks, ooh (A’ight)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Skeet)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Skeet)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Ooh)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Lips, I wanna fuck on them lips (Uh)
Baby got natural hips, yeah (Ooh)
Beat from the back while she drip (Drip, drip, drip)
Hey, these niggas pussy like Tom
These niggas wastin’ my time (My time)
The brokest nigga love to chime
In, out, been ’bout
Ben Franks, ask the bank
I may hit lick like a Jumpman
Doin’ donuts like a stuntman (Skeet, skeet, skeet)
Somebody slide me some oil, no tin man
Can’t ride in your whip, ain’t no tint, man
Bitch (Uh)

[Chorus]
I’m the mack, I’m the mack
Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, ooh (Yeah)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, ooh (Yeah)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack
Keep a sack, fifty racks, a’ight (Ooh)
Baby, have a talk with your son
That nigga lookin’ like a sack, huh (Bitch)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, huh (Mack)
I’m the mack with the MAC, huh (I’m the mack)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Mack)
Minor setbacks for major comebacks, ooh (A’ight)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Skeet)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Skeet)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Ooh)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

6ix9ine – BREAKIN IT DOWN Lyrics

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (you fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (what)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (ywhat)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
You know we ain’t making a sound (big stupid)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga, run that
‘Til they let Rowdy out, we gon’ let these semis out
Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad, let the MAC clap
‘Til they free Biggavel, gotta give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, beam hit his knees
Made him scream, when that nigga fell, shootout with the law
Or the morgue ‘fore I sit in jail, niggas say they love me
I can see it in these niggas eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need their company, they smilin’ when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’, then the shotgun, like the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin’ ditches for these niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga, road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, “So trill”?
Nigga, this is New York, make the wrong move
And the goons let the tool spark, work hard and move salt
8 Ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement
Diesel like the gas station, trap out the basement
Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces
Let ’em act sketch, but this lead will erase ’em, on gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 2: Hudson Flo]
Creeping through the darkness