Young Chris – Yellow Flag Lyrics (feat. Wale)

[?]
I could be your lover
Out in public though, I gotta be your brother
Don’t need ’em to think of her
Okay, you can be my girl
Flick bird at the informants
City girls cool but she fruitful as any farmer
Truthful, ain’t too religious but prey on niggas that want her
I pray the woman I like get right with my baby mother
Like Annalise Keating, she is decent, still kept a body like
Used to hustle out the marquees, built the stash in the caddy
Poverty had me, success grabbed me
Raised in the streets, the absence of my daddy
Hustle substituting the computer, I’m corner savvy, mm
Dirty Harry, you could bloody Mary
Family funeral, no Tyler Perry
Six homies to carry, cemetery to bury
Creepin’ where you sleep like the ferret, don’t lose your teeth
Yeah, my soldiers is militant
Military, we do retreat, this shit deep nigga
Yeah, you street fightin’ like [?] trigga
Shoutout Maleek, you gon’ die if you don’t eat nigga
Elevate all times, watchin’ the streets trickle
Down nigga, you clown niggas ain’t me nigga
I’m god-gifted, I’m different
I’m complicated, they simple
My competition been constipated
See y’all only shit though it’s hard shit you ain’t been through

Y’all [?]
You far far from official
I got bitches that brag for me
You braggin’ a [?] yellow flag where it is (Brrrt)
[?] calibers filled with extensions
AK filled with bananas, guerillas peelin’ them bitches
Knee deep in the trenches, fiends stickin’ syringes
For my ninjas in the yard where they barbwire the fences
I’ma kill every guard in position and the witness
Just need the drop to the exact location, attack formation
Send ’em to maintenance, leavin’ vacant while vacationin’
That’s what happen when you leak information
Know we two of the best
Quit imitating, nigga, show some respect (Take the good)

I take the good with the bad (Yeah, hmm)
I give my niggas my last (Yeah, hmm)
This here is two of the best
You may not hear what I hear
Just know, I said what I said
And second guess your respect
I take the good with the bad (Yeah, hmm)
I give my niggas my last (Yeah, okay)
This here is two of the best
You may not hear what I hear
Just know, I said what I said
And second guess your respect
Yellow flag, show respect

Siya – No Race Lyrics

This is not a race
Shoutout Lil Tae K

[Verse 1: Siya]
This is not the race
This is politic-ing in a wraith with a bad broad
Ima put some hickies in her bra
This that balmain this that part
Where money get exchanged this that
Ima f*ck around and get some brain this that

[Chorus: Siya]

Millie rock on any block
Niggas talking crazy
I be mixing with the pot
I be whipping babies
Tell me if it’s lit or not
I be looking wavy every night a different spot
This is not the race

[Verse 2: Siya]
I be popping bottles on a Tuesday
I be so gone off the Duseé
This is that (This is that)
f*ck around and catch a case
Please don’t kill the vibe
I got niggas on the interstate
Waiting for the play like a nigga
On the one y’all this is not that Louie shit

This is for the gold y’all
Y’all should grow the f*ck up
Come here let me coach you
You ain’t with the game nigga
I don’t even know you
This is not the race
But shoutout to Lil Tae K
30 round clips and a mf AK
If niggas got a problem tell them
Say it to my face
All these niggas in my circle
Bet you everybody spray
This is not the race
This is dedicated to the ops
We don’t hang with pussies on my block
Either you gone get it or you not
Either way somebody gettin shot this that

[Chorus: Siya]
Millie rock on any block
Niggas talking crazy
I be mixing with the pot
I be whipping babies
Tell me if it’s lit or not
I be looking wavy every night a different spot
This is not the race

Lil’ Wayne – Dedication 2 Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
{whispers} Dedication 2…

[DJ Drama]
Alright I think you ready this time
Y’all know what I come here for
Call me the iPod King
Call me Mr. Thanksgiving
Call me whatever the f*ck you want

[Nancy Sinatra]
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang… I used to shoot you down

[Lil Wayne]
Hah, Dedication 2, that’s right, you already…
Wake up motherf*ckers it’s Weezy, you got a problem?
Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin’
Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby it’s so-{*record rewinds*}

Wake up motherf*ckers it’s Weezy, you got a problem?
Heads to them Katrina victims, we still mobbin
Shiny black coupe at night look like a goblin
AK on the backseat, baby it’s so vivrant
Watch me let it spray like a hydrant, can’t dodge it
You not gettin’ wet in the rain is not logic
She won’t give that p*ssy to Wayne, I’m so obliged just
Live and direct from inside of ya bitch body
And, hi there ho what do ya know I’m ridin’
In the same streets my pops died in, I got ’em and
I get that money tell my momma I’m grindin’
And I’ll be coming home with our future in my pocket
Shoot you if you block it, leave a nigga awkward
Murder the adults and let the kids get adopted
Sit it in the pot and watch me rise to power

Gettin’ out twenty American pies an hour
Goddamn, excuse ma’am but I’m the man
And you better put my money in my hand, stop playin’!
Got ends, no friends, just brothers one color
And I spread the motherf*cker all over your room shutters
Yeah, they knew better I’m two letters
I’m like M.J. and 2-3 and O.G., yeah I’m low-key
Cause niggas and bitches is police
I roll leaf, patching up the game’s slow leak
I’m Weezy baby!

Lemme catch my breath… {breathing}
Ok…
p*ssy-ass.. p*ssy-ass.. p*ssy-ass.. p*ssy..

p*ssy-ass niggas, fake fraud-ass niggas
Tryna save the past, SIM card-ass niggas
Them broads laugh at ya, them niggas won’t kill ya
And them niggas that’s with ya, could die right with ya
I’ll be shootin everything up in my eyesight mister
I say I might miss ya, but lil’ FeFe gon’ hit ya
And lil’ Currensy’ll split ya, Mack Maine’ll straight flip ya
Let Taz Po ship ya, then we’ll all forget ya
I’m sittin’ in the kitchen like “How can we all get richer?”
Got paint on my hands from painting the perfect picture
Then I tell lil’ Josh, roll up the perfect Swisher
God damn the hurricane, to the weed man, we miss ya
I’m the best just listen, I ain’t what the game been missin’
That’s my nigga Juelz, I been here since twelve
Ten shells, let ’em save themselves
f*ck them niggas and they pals, pal, pow!

Nav – Chirp Lyrics (feat. Quavo)

[NAV:]
(Mmm, my phone gon’ chirp, mmm)
(My phone gon’ chirp) Yeah, yeah whassup? (My phone gon’ chirp)
(My phone gon’ chirp) Um, I’m still, I’m still recording
You wanna come by? (My phone gon’ chirp)
(My phone gon’ chirp, gotta bend these Percs)

Breakin’ down, get a brick like a Kit-Kat (Ayy, yeah)
Rockin’ all designer clothes but it’s mismatched (Ayy)
I don’t ever worry ’bout where a bitch at
Drivin’ packs on the road, had to vis’ that (Let’s go, brr)
I’ma get the Rollie slime green, slatt, slatt (Slatt)
She movin’ out the way every time a bag back (Skrrt)
Spend a hundred fifty K, get my wrist wrapped
I could put the money up, I know I get it back
Both of my pinkies got riggity-rocks (Bling, rocks)
I could get birds by the flickity-flock (Brr)
Shoppin’ in Paris for drippity-drop
Makin’ hits, I never flippity-flop (Flop)
I can ‘t just let any bitch into my spot
Before you get in, are you f*ckin’ or not?
All tanks on top, I don’t care for the box
She on the way, I fell asleep on the Wock’ (Yeah)
Pullin’ out bitches from the crowd at my show
Like a hood girl, I don’t like pink toes (Yeah)
I think I’ma keep her, I’m impressed by her throat
Bought the bitch a Benz with a Prada pink coat (Yeah)
Yeah I pop pills, I been rollin’ all day
Ain’t a bad bitch in my city I ain’t slay (Yeah)
Wake up in the mornin’ ‘fore I eat a good cake
Don’t wanna hear your problems, got a lot on my plate

[NAV:]
My phone gon’ chirp (Brrt)
Drivin’ Bentley, vert (Skrrt)
Try to put me in the dirt (Dirt)
But I broke the curse (Curse)
Cash said, "Eighty for a verse" (Yeah)
Said, "You got half, less work" (Yeah)
Almost got attached to the Percs (Percs)
Pop another Addy, go to work (Skrrt, let’s go)
[Quavo:]
Sippin’ on drank (Syrup, drank), sippin’ on drank (Sy-syrup, drank)

Told her put the money in her skirt (Skrrt)
Told her, "Bend that ass," she squirt (Squirtle)
Diamonds gon’ bling like blurr
Drip, clear water, pure water, surfer (Oh)
Flip, l this money I get (Cash)
Pullin’ up money, I’m watchin’ your bitch, strip, strip (Pop it)

[Quavo:]
My whip is exotic, my bitch is exotic
And we on the block with narcotics (Narc’)
AK won’t fit in my pocket, we order five profits to the tropics (Oh)
I want two humid M’s ain’t no option
We keep on poppin’ pills ’til it’s toxic (Yeah)
Dirty the money, laundry, had to wash it (Yeah)
I put the bounty on him, had to drop it (Drop it, uh)
On the phone, put ’em on a lil’ lick (Brrt)
If you hit, I’ma get a lil’ rich (Brrt)
Don’t call if it don’t make sense (Don’t call)
Don’t make cheese it don’t make sense (No, no)
Got too many tings on the leash (Too)
Good dope make ’em turn to a fiend (No)
Alicia (No), Alicia (Alicia), Alicia when I play with the keys

[NAV:]
My phone gon’ chirp (Brrt)
Drivin’ Bentley, vert (Skrrt)
Try to put me in the dirt (Dirt)
But I broke the curse (Curse, ain’t no mind)
Cash said, "Eighty for a verse" (Yeah, yeah)
Said, "You got half, less work" (Yeah, let’s work)
Almost got attached to the Percs (Percs)
Pop another Addy, go to work (Skrrt, let’s go)
[Quavo:]
Sippin’ on drank (Syrup, sippin’ on drank)
Sippin’ on drank (Sy-syrup, sippin’ on drank)
Told her put the money in her skirt (Skrrt)
Told her, "Bend that ass," she squirt (Squirtle)
Diamonds gon’ bling like blurr
Drip, clear water, pure water, surfer (Oh)
Flip, l this money I get (Cash)
Pullin’ up money, I’m watchin’ your bitch, strip, strip (Ayy)

[Quavo:]
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm

Childish Gambino – Little Foot Big Foot Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’m show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo

[Verse 1]
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
Busting out bells I’ve been busting all-day
Busting out bells, we were selling that hay
Baby moving that snow, I was riding that sleigh
Double cup the C’s had to put them in the safe
Got the semi on deck, .45, AK
Serving up fiend, I remember that J
Brought his daughter to the house, I was crying all-day
L’s roll up and I’m packing that heat
12 roll up and I’m slapping them feet
We was only sixteen, we was looking at three
Now we looking at life, I done got it on speed
Water drips rich, so I’m getting that leak
Face got my baby mama nails on fleek
I was seven years old daddy throwing in the cleats
Said life ain’t fair, everybody gon’ cheat

[Chorus]
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this (Ooh)
I’ma show ya’ll how to move, woo
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this (Okay)
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo, (Woo)

[Verse 2]
Chicken coupe, chicken soup, I got the wave
Move so smooth like butter, like shea
Run old boy I ain’t heard what they say
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy
Got my white like hay hoes flows
Could’ve been broke, this the life I chose
They was in school, I was stirring that pot
But I couldn’t come home I was taking that spot
Life move fast like a movie so quick
Darkskin beauty got a booty so thick
She a down-home chick, she’ll hit that lick
Had to drop my home old girl, cause she think that she slick
I ain’t seen him in a minute I think he might flip
Had to hit him with the stick, man you niggas ain’t, woo
If I couldn’t move bricks I don’t know what I’d do
I ain’t worry ’bout mine, you can worry ’bout you

[Chorus]
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’m show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo
(One, two, one two three)
Little foot bigfoot, get out the way (Hey!)
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay (Hey!)
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo
Little foot bigfoot, get out the way (Hey!)
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay (Hey!)
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo

[Outro]
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo
Little foot, bigfoot, get out the way
I’ma show y’all how to move this yay
I’ma show y’all how to move like this
I’ma show ya’ll how to move ayy, woo

Superbee – Heu ! Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m on the legend level
살아숨쉬는 전설이 돼 버렸네 스물넷에
혓바닥에 감춘 AK, 적 가족사진에 Aim해
귀머거리가 5000만인 곳에 내 음악을 내면 안돼 이젠
예쁘게 웃어야 돼 이젠, 앨범보다는 그게 돈이 되지
가사는 왜 써, 누가 읽어? heu
실은 처음부터 진거야 난, heu, heu
숨이 찬다고 난, heu, heu, heu, heu
너무 벌어 너네 미움도 샀지만 굳이 환불은 안하지
니 질투는 달콤한 맛이지, 난 우월과 사랑에 빠지니, yeah

[Hook]
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계셔 위에, yeah
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계시지 저기 위에, yeah

[Verse 2]
나는 전설로 남아, If i motherf**kin’ die
넌 힙합 커뮤니티 유저, 내가 하는 건 힙합
그게 니 역할, 이게 내 역할
You clout a keyboard, I am an clout, heu, heu
난 니네 머리위에서 돈 세지, 닌 절대 못봐, heu
On god level, I’m truly, I’ve been bottom
거긴 춥지, 그게 Moncler 겹쳐 입는 이유
나 뒨 안봐서 no 후진, huh
VVS on me my neck, Yng & Rich 새로운 내 gang
내 옷 가격들이 사악해, 천사가 입으면 악마가 돼
Audemars 내 새 수갑, heu
실은 요부터 진거야 난, heu, heu
숨이 찬다고 난, heu, heu, heu, heu, heu
날 제외한 모두가 가짜 보석을 걸치고 자랑대회를 하지
나도 짜가 찼음 아빠 Benz는 진짜였겠지, 뭐가 더 real? ay

[Hook]
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계셔 위에, yeah
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계시지 저기 위에, yeah

[Outro]
Yng & Rich
Rap Legend

King Chip – Actavis Lyrics

[Hook]
I’m a activist sipping actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright
I’m a activist sipping actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nobody never gave no f**k about no nigga man
Know it nigga, smoking weed to help keep me sane
Rest in peace my nigga hawk he left me in 2011
Niggas ran up in his crib and hit him in his brain
Praying with my nigga dog, care for my nigga lord
Help a young nigga while I try to find my way
Damn it was my nigga dog, care for my nigga lord
Help a young nigga, I just bought this new AK
Weaving, bob and weaving throwing punches at the world
Yeah I’m fighting back cause I ain’t no ho
Grieving, my niggas dying
Niggas changing on me not that I got money
I ain’t got no where to go
Theres so many people in the world with so many problems
Wonder who would give a f**k about mine
Paid 350 for the pint 2 liter sprite
Yeah this shit is dirty nigga had a long night

[Hook]
I’m a activist sipping actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright
I’m a activist sipping actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright

As I pour another cup
I think to myself
The only thing worth getting heard in my life
Is what you take the sin up out my life
As I pour another cup
As I pour another cup
As I pour another cup, my niggas

[Verse 2]
Stress never the less a nigga blessed
Frustrated cause I know I’m better than this
Alone, I am alone, alone is me
Prone cause in my zone to be a G
The world told me lies, killed my friends
The world, f**k the world till it ends
Got a pint for the night, treat it like gold
I need more stress gone I’m moving slow

[Hook]
I’m a activist sipping Actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright
I’m a activist sipping Actavis
In the back of this cadillac with this
Purple sprite
Know I’m thuggin’ know I’m feeling alright

Illmaculate & Onlyone – Only & Ill Lyrics

Uhhh…
Uhhh…
Uh-Huh…

[Verse 1: OnlyOne]
What you know about Only & Ill? We go way back
Keep your emotions to yourself, we don’t play that
I plant a bomb where the KKK at
Where’s my AK at?
Yea, yea take that
Now I don’t mind cause I don’t have it
Let me invite you to my psychopathic mind of madness
I’m trying harder to die a martyr
I don’t like techno, but I’m a Prodigy and a Fire starter
The riot sparker, barbed wire lion heart
The heckler heckles, the suppressor is the silent partner
I heard all that shit, how could you say that?
I take a piss where your motherf**kin’ grave at
You beef with me? Ten years, I await that
Show up where you stay at like, “Surprise, payback.”
You just been abducted to hell by a spacecraft
And you can go f**k yourself if you hate that

[Verse 2: Illmaculate & OnlyOne]
What you know about Only & Ill? We go way back
You hungry then we know how you feel. Just wanna say that
You hustle then we know how you feel
Between your goals and your bills
Know where the bank at, face mask, safe cracked
Meaningless violence with reason behind it
Throw a Molotov cocktail party for media bias and thought control
Assassinations and the secrets that die with ’em
Witness the fall of giants like dominoes
Old man Rothschild, broke ass dropout
Cold cash and more bullets than Homeland, stockpiled
This ain’t a Kodak, we ’bout to load that, pop rounds
f**k where the sniper scope’s at, roll past, top down
They got something personal with me
I smoke a lot, big, this is all personal with me
I won’t put down my luggage, I don’t push pounds in public
Don’t put out my blunt tip, I got Kush clouded judgment
All I care about is who to body, what leagues payin’
Think I’m playin’ then you are probably freebasin’
All they talk about is Illuminati and freemasons
I’ll do a Molly my crew’ll honestly cremate ’em

[Verse 3: OnlyOne & Illmaculate]
What you know about Only & Ill? We go way back
Feel like it’s Ghost in the Shell, get your brain hacked
I took the black box and survived the plane crash
I take dabs and I taste wax ’till I face plant
When I splash thoughts a tidal wave pass
In a straight jacket I lay flat on the train tracks
This Monsters, Inc
The last of the monsters after the monsters have all gone extinct
This Only & Ill, Ghost in the Shell
I could past the mag send the police to hell (Yea!)
Yea I know how you feel, no love for them
And anyone that owes me or showed me an L
We rollin’ up me some clones then the homie can help (bitch)
Know by the smell that he’s growin’ it well, it’s potent
Lurkin’ the city, herbal and sticky, blaze that
Make a Nissan swerve like a Bentley or Maybach
I used to practice recording my songs on the 8-track
Bloody floor, buncha f**kin’ heads in the Maytag
Holy ghost, I’ll cut ya’ll face with the stain glass
What you know about Only & Ill? With your fake ass

Neutro Shorty – Jeke Flex Lyrics

[Letra de “Jeke Flex”]

[Coro]
Osama Bin Laden, tengo un adén como Osama Bin Laden (hey)
AK’s y fales, mis letras son como bombas nucleares (hey)
Billetes caen como si fueran aviones del cielo (fiuuu)
Soy el enemigo público, el terror de los raperos (hey)

Osama Bin Laden
Todos me buscan, no pueden hallarme (Bin Laden)
Dile a tu novia que se quede quieta
Que ya no me llame (que ya no me llame, hey-hey)
Osama Bin Laden, tengo el control hijo, yo soy el father (hey)
No choques ni te resbales, si no sabes lo que sale (wui)

[Verso 1]
George Bush no me vio entrar por el cielo (hey)
No creyeron y las Torres se cayeron (hey)
Thug shit, día a día más certero (jejeje)
Tengo dos amigos, el joyero y el banquero (hey)

Mírame ahora la face (hey)
No tengo aspecto de un rey (no)
Pero sigo siendo el feo que aman las babies y odia la ley (yeh)
Mal ejemplo un carajo, ‘toy saliendo de abajo (no)
Yo sólo hago mi trabajo, cuento dinero mientras me relajo (hey)

Osama Bin Laden, en la montaña tengo mi hospedaje, hey (brrr)
Me muevo en medio de la niebla
No saben si muero y temen dispara’me, hey (brrr)
Osama Bin Laden, estoy a tu lado armado y no lo sabes
Ahora bebe jarabe, a tu novia en la boca no le cabe, hey

Soy como el puto Bin Laden (hey)
Empecé con el petróleo (ouh)
Pero terminé aterrando al mundo
Y todo eso fue a causa del odio (grrr)
No me acostumbro a los lujos
Las prendas las lanzo borracho en conciertos (ay)
Tengo enemigos ocultos, sólo por llamarme Neutro (yeh)

Es que soy un movimiento, soy el líder de un estilo de vida (hey)
Llamado Thug Shit, una religión que fue creada en Artigas (ouh)
Ese es mi barrio pa’l que no lo sabe, al oeste de Caracas (yeh)
Y si aún canto del barrio es porque la malicia nadie me la saca (brrr)

[Coro]
Osama Bin Laden, tengo un adén como Osama Bin Laden (hey)
AK’s y fales, mis letras son como bombas nucleares (hey-hey)
Billetes caen como si fueran aviones del cielo (fiuuu, mmm)
Soy el enemigo público, el terror de los raperos (hey)

Osama Bin Laden, todos me buscan, no pueden hallarme (hey)
Dile a tu novia que se quede quieta y que ya no me llame (pam)
Osama Bin Lade, tengo el control hijo, yo soy el father (yeh)
No choques ni te resbales, si no sabes lo que sale (hey)

[Verso 2]
Muy fácil es hablar mierda, difícil llegar a esto (yeh)
Lograr en tan poco tiempo
Lo que en tanto tiempo nunca logró el resto
Si yo gano no es porque yo quiera
Es porque a la gente sí le gusta esto (yeh)
Y no compito contra otros raperos (no)
No están al level para ser modesto (no)

A veces quisiera cantar lo romántico
Y prácticamente es un ácido
Que derrite lento el corazón
Porque sé que no siento amor por algo básico (hey)
Sexo, dinero y lujuria (hey)
Son tres cosas pasajeras (yeh)
No importa cuánto hagas bulla (no)
Igual la muerte te espera (jajaja)

Haz una hazaña sin máscara y notarás que la gente igual hablará
Sólo me interesa facturar, húndanse ustedes allá en su farándula
Sólo el que piensa matrícula
Y el que círcula en el carril correcto
No te la tires de guapo (no)
Porque los guapos ‘tán muertos (yeh)

Baby ya sabes quién soy
Pronto seré más caro que el Roll Royce
Se toca y me tira por voice
Me lo mama mientras fumo un joint (oh)
TrapMoney es mi compañía
Y me meo en todos (me meo en todos)
Los Vatos Inc es mi familia (ah)
Hasta que me encuentre bajo el lodo (yeh-yeh)

Tali Goya – Sicario Lyrics

[Letra de “Sicario”]

[Intro]
(J-Yes en el beat)
Me suena el celular
Esa vaina me activa, dicen que yo me vo’a buscar
Si me llevo una vida eso a mí no me suena mal
Dime qué tal, ¿Quién es fulano de tal?
No importa que fue lo que hizo mal
Dame detalles, ¿Cómo lo puedo encontrar?

[Verso 1]
Par de palos cojos los compre, -e-eh
El chipete se activa, la jalo, to’ el mundo a correr, -e-er
Con la mano pa’ arriba
Toma fuego, toma balas, to’as saliendo de un Impala
Tanta Perco, tanta Xanax, tú no vuelve a ver el mañana
‘Tamo vestido de negro, to’ montados, no’ endógamo pa’ romper
Me concentro, ¿Cómo entro?, ¿Cómo lo hago?, ¿Cómo se lo vo’a coje?
¿Si no lo hago cómo vo’a comer?, ¿Si no lo hago cómo vo’a comer?
Esta hambre que yo tengo, soy realengo, tú lo que te va a joder
En el piso va a haber tiza, yo me muero de la risa
El día que tú te muera agarramos los rifles y baleamos tu misa

[Coro]
Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí

Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sè lo que hago so no llores por mí

[Verso 2]
Un tolete de alto grado, yo he mata’o por par de gramo’, qué lo que
Cada cuerpo una tarifa, quitando cabeza fue que me busque
Yo me fui pero yo regrese, yo me fui pero yo regrese
Vi que esta vaina no tenía dueño, saque el AK y de esto me adueñe
Yo termino de darte lo tuyo, sólo con yo darte un balazo en la cara
El corazón mío ya no lo puede sentir (no), yo no siento nada
Quieren ver como es que yo lo hago
Quieren ver como los apago
Si es de matar soy un mago
Me apuntan el de’o porque soy el malo

[Coro]
Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí

Yo soy sicario so no llores por mí
Soy de la calle so no llores por mí
Sé lo que hago so no llores por mí
Sè lo que hago so no llores por mí

Go Yayo – Infrared Lyrics

[Chorus]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds

[Verse 1]
f**k wit’ the boy that’s your neck
Money, power, bitch I been had respect
Drop off the work I pick up and collect
f**k yo’ plug, bitch I can front yo’ connect
I got a migo in Austin, his prices is awesome
He front me that work but it callin’
He hit me I act like I lost it
f**k around, go back and get the f**k nigga who bought it
Bitch I’m a scandal, I’m grimin’, I’m shiesty
I don’t give a f**k bout no nigga
f**k on yo’ bitch and I nut on yo’ pillow
I punch her and drill her she tell me you too sentimental
You want yo’ hoe back then come get her
You cuffin’ that bitch and I’m only in love with her dental
She give me her brain, her mental
That bitch super fine but no she not mine, she a rental
f**k nigga play I’ma skin him
I got that choppa you know I rock out with the tool out
Ran up that check, me and Jewop
Hood Fame the mafia, we don’t play games bitch we shoot out
Bitch we in this beef, we don’t stop
Wet up yo’ block, pop out hop out and we shoot off
Running from 12, we don’t do cops
Break off the coupe, too much [?] like my roof

[Chorus]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds

[Verse 2]
Fill up for a week I’m on addy, OG like my daddy
Pop up in big Bentley no Caddy
Big [?] who want static, AK automatic
We trap from the four down to Haiti
Bitch I’m in the hood like an engine
OG got no midget, bitch I got them birds like a pigeon
Been servin’ since juvie detention
They talk about dope in the city, I’m the nigga they missin’
I’m f**kin’ that bitch and you kissed her
She suckin’ my dick and you claiming that bitch is yo’ missus
Trap out her house, no permission
She tell me to quit, but we pay that bitch no attention
Cook up the dope, I remix it
Yo’ son on the floor, we wake him up make him do the dishes
Ain’t payin’ no rent, bitch I just want yo’ kitchen
f**k out my face, you get dick when I’m finished
They say I’m too selfish
Too much, I’m too extra
Yayo, you disrespectful
Give a damn bitch I can’t have you
Go dumb can’t help you
Slide a nigga ass like a debit
Pussy nigga better have a weapon
Balenciaga, better watch where you steppin’
Hood Fame the gang, bitch you know what I’m reppin’

[Chorus]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds

[Outro]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]

Tali Goya – No Quiero Fama Lyrics

[Letra de “No Quiero Fama”]

[Intro: Tali Goya]
Ah
Yeah
Aha-ah, aha-ah
Gang shit (Gang, gang, gang)
Turn Me Up!

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Buscarme ligero (Buscarme ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No, no; Jamz Turn Me Up)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 1: Tali Goya]
‘Toy en el joseo, y tengo cuarto por si se me tiran los feo’ (Yeah)
Dizque son rebe’ y yo no les creo (No), si caen preso empieza el choteo
Me ajunte con mi coro, me metí dos Molly y ahora empezó el nebuleo
Y a ti te backeo’, y esperamo’ el perfecto momento pa’ hace’ un tiroteo (¡Pa-pa!)
A mi AK le doy de’o (Ah), a tu cuero le doy de’o (Ah)
En mi coro lo que hay e’ pila de tigers, ninguno somo’ fariseo (Yeah)
Soy una estrella y no de Galileo, cuando le rompo el culo le saco los peo’
Los kilos me llegan en el correo, los Bori’ los pichan y yo los beteo
Y a mí no me pongan un de’o (Prr), a tu jeva le hago un picoteo
La ponemo’ en cuatro y le hacemo’ un torneo, le doy con la pierna de Shaquille O’Neal
Ey, ahora que estoy encendi’o, ‘toy pa’ cuarto’, na’ más pa’ lo mío
A mí no me joda’, evitate un lío, que fácil te pico y te dejo en el frío (Ah)
¿Qué lo que? Dime a ver-la, y ahora prendele vela’
Yo me busco y no e’ muela, tu jevita me cela
Con dos Perco la pela, le rompo la habichuela
No me venga’ diciendo que tiene, que aquí yo también tiro tela
Yo lo hago por los kileros, 24-7 atrás del dinero
Si hay una vuelta yo soy el primero en sacarle la ‘tola y hacer el huidero’
Yo no me apecho, porque tú eres un cuero
Esperando que yo me duerma pa’ dejarme encuero
No soy un palomo, pa’ serte sincero
De nada soy yo el que tumba primero, ey

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Buscarme ligero (Buscarme ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No, no)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verso 2: Ñengo Flow]
Dinero-Dinero, kilero-kilero
Yo tengo el sello del polvo ligero
Haciendo negocios por el mundo entero
Hay muchas reunione’ con los traquetero’
Veneno que eleva, lo llaman petróleo del blanco
Muevo las piezas y pa’l banco, siempre tengo ready el barco
En el hueco ando con diez, joseando pa’ lo mío
En to’ los caserío’, vendiendo queso frío
Cabró, yo no fío, los fantasma’ están podrí’o
Nebuleo al que se me pegan cerca, saben que se van parti’o
Y con un AK, se le queda en la cintura y no la sacan (Prrr)
Cuando los demonios del Real G atacan (Real G4 Life, baby)
O llegan en bote’ envueltos en goma
Pa’ que no se mojen y crucen la loma
Doscientos y doscientos, llegó la corona
Puro sin la toza’, una azúcar cabrona (Turn Me Up)
Dímelo Tali, ¿dónde están las mamis?
Pa’ darles champaña, queso con salami
Hacerle un tsunami, seguir celebrando
Porque estamo desafari—

[Coro: Tali Goya]
Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Buscarme ligero (Buscarme ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No, no)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yo soy un kilero (Yo soy un kilero)
Yo no quiero fama, manito, yo quiero dinero (Ching-ching-ching, yeah)
Hacerlo ligero (Hacerlo ligero)
Venderle’ un saco ‘e perico y hacerlo sin miedo (No; Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Tali Goya – Bregalo Lyrics

[Letra de “Bregalo”]

[Intro: 24 Stack Up]
Turn me up!
¿Qué fue?
Two-Four
Me vo’a killa, vo’a comenza’ a quita’ cadena
Tali, ¿ready?
Bregalo

[Coro]
Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

[Verso 1]
Bregalo, bregalo, si se pone de freco’ con la ‘tola quemalo
Y eso te pasa porque a ti en tu bloque te llaman demagogo
Ya le brege, ya le brege, to’ lo que tenia le quite
Con tu jeva yo me liquide y no es coincidencia que le di y no llame
Mira como es que te brego
Con mi pikete tumbo tu ego
Na’ más dinero es lo que yo quiero
Los kilo me los traen los marinero
De una vez yo te formo un reperpero
No compro medio, damelo entero
‘Toy cumpliendo mi sueño callejero
Yo na’ más quiero dinero ligero
Tengo la Glock, tengo la AK
Una granada, quiero la key
A tu cuero le gusta mi way
A tu cuero le gusta mi way

[Coro]
Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

[Verso 2]
Bregalo, bregalo
Si tiene dinero, backealo
Si anda con su hijo, chancealo
Si tú no le para, abalealo
Yo tengo pikete
Y aparte de eso billete
No me importa que tú te inquiete
Y de mi parte te mando siete
Tengo mi swagger, soy un chispete
Y a la disquera que mande el cheque
¿Tú ‘tá viendo to’ estos diamantes?
Vo’a hacer que tu cuero se apeche
La pongo en cuatro, le tiro leche
Te hago un video pa’ que no sospeche
Ella quiere que de ella me aproveche
Que to’ mi esperma en la cara le eche
Muchos de estos raperos que me tiran
No tienen historia, so son de mentira
Hay veces que yo ni me entero
Pueda ser que yo esté de gira

[Coro]
Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

Bregalo, bregalo
¿Los kilo?, entregalo entregalo
Si tiene dinero, pegalo
¿No lo quiere dar?, abalealo

[Outro: 24 Stack Up]
Oye qué lo que
De ahora pa’ alante
Tienen que darle el verdadero saludo al Rey del Norte
Tali Goya, ¿qué fue?
La vaina ‘tá hot mamaguevo, super hot
Tali Goya
‘Tamo ready
Hablamo en dos meses

Tali Goya – Ha Ha Ha Lyrics

Letra de “Ha Ha Ha”[Intro]
Aah!
Ey (ey, ey, ey..)
Aah!

[Verso 1]
Rulay (rulay)
Te tengo un cuero llamada Sulay, ah ah (Sulay, Sulay)
El mío le cabe, soy su size, ah
Yo le di primero, después el compai’, way, way, way (traga)
Lo mío no es hablar, lo mío es acción (no) (ka-ka-ka-ka)
Primer Impacto, Univisión (muerto)
A mí no me hablen de unión (no, no)
Unidos están mis granos, Welinton Quiw El Campeón, ve’ (un corito sano)
Son peón, la mayoria son peón (krr)
‘Toy harto de la hipocresía, harto del mamón (mamaguebo)
Ellos me tiran, después me miran (ajá, ajá, ajá)
Cuando saco la AK de una vez dicen que admiran (¡patrón!)
Okay, pila de violencia por tu Waze (¡Goya!)
Me muevo con los kilo como el mismo [Hathaway?] (skrt, skrt)
Wey, queremos el shipping, no papita ‘e Lays (ring)
Ponteme de fresco y te ponemos a ti en tu place (ka-ka-ka-ka)
Sí, se me viraron (se doblaron)
Y al mismo tiempo to’ se retiraron (ajá, ajá, ajá, ajá)
Yo ‘toy Gucci, mascara Louis (Louis)
La cabeza ‘e mi ñema se parece a Stewie, ah (Stewie!)

[Coro]
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)

Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)

[Verso 2]
Burla’o, pa’ darle a la gorda de Bulin, ah (la gorda)
Sacale y montala en el trampolín (skrt, skrt)
¡Es mi bimbín!, tú eres el final, yo soy el fin (yo soy el fin)
Soy un nasty nigga, pero siempre bajo clean, cling-pling (¿qué lo que?)
El Rolly forra’o en diamantes bajo el agua, swim (nada)
This is cut, esas son las rocas flow delfín (cling-pling)
Yo me busco, palomito, tú te buscas chin (chin)
Chong (Chong), Maka (Maka), Haya (Haya)
Y a los que me tiren quiero que al mes to’ se caigan (caigan)
Vaya men, mira como tú la mascate (ka-ka-ka-ka)
Yo he guerra’o con demonios, yo ‘toy ready pa’l combate (¿qué fue?)
Ate, pa’ que vea, ustedes me tripean (ha ha ha)
Si yo saco una AK, de una vez to’ se me mean (krra, krra)
Los pongo a mimi’ y que mamen
Saco la correa, pau pau, (rrra, rrra) (psh psh)
Goya

[Coro]
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)

Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)
Ha ha ha, que burla (que burla)

[Outro]
Goya!
¿Qué fue?
El Rey—
Tiger Gang
El Rey—
Gang
Del Norte
Gang
Que burla
Tiger Gang
Que burla
The Reason
Que burla

Mir Fontane – Money Bag Lyrics

[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag

[Verse 1]
If you got a dream, you better chase that
They been sleepin’ on the kid but I don’t take naps
She see the rapper, now shawty wanna taste that
Yeah, long hair don’t care like I’m A$AP
Bitch, get off my line I’m on the f**king road
I live my life like every day’s another episode
Niggas hate but want a ticket to my shows, yeah
I see right through you like Rihanna clothes
If yo’ bitch a snack, my bitch a full plate
I done made it out the hood without a cell mate
Still tryna move my brodie out the trap house
Movin’ so much weight he almost blew his back out
She gon’ keep throwin’ that ass if I throw cash out
Cause I’m the only rapper only spittin’ facts out
And I still sit around the house wit’ all my chains on
Cause I ain’t ever goin’ back to where I came from

[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag

[Verse 2]
Damn, what’s the problem?
Tell me how I did all of this without a album
Young nigga speaking for a couple thousand
Keep the circle small, you see how they did Malcolm
Get yo’ paper, get yo’ paper, get yo’ money
I did it my way, they can’t take nothin’ from me
I know they wish that I was ashy, broke, and bummy
Cause now I’m probably in they Women Crush tummy
Ayi-yi-yi-yi, Why does everybody die growing up on this side?
Got gorillas in a Jag with AK’s on they thighs
If it’s beef, bullets long as French fries
You can catch a super size, yeah super size
City of the lost, hope you make it out alive
See my brodie caught a body and he got a couple priors
They only caught ‘em cause he dropped the Cannon like Mariah

[Chorus]
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
You know I got it all from the dirt
He ain’t put in work, now he hurt
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag
Droppin’ water, I been runnin’ to the cash now
I know they wish that I was broke or doin’ bad now
But you know I don’t play wit’ my money
You know I don’t f**k around wit’ my money bag

Daddy Yankee – Donde Es El Party Lyrics (feat. Farruko)

Zumbalo que esto es King Daddy
Y dime donde es que es el party
Indica donde están las mamis
Pa’ caerles en el Ferrari

Musi dale duro las boci explota
Dale ponle al bajo pa’ ver como azota
Hoy nos vamos a fuego
Así que ponte las botas
Dale prende otro
Pa’ que siga la nota

Que sigan perreando
Y en la esquina guayando
El combo quemando
La brea comando
Con el jefe ando

Pa’ que sigan perreando
Una esquina guayando
El combo quemando
La brea comando
Con el jefe ando

Todo el mundo pal party sin miedo
Soy el de la sí que puedo
Tú me conoces muévele entonces
Como te remonto y a romper suelo

Estamos a un nivel
Que hacemos lo que queremos
Muchos sueñan de hacer como lo hacemos
Tienes un problema lo resolvemos

Tú vas a romper el record de bolt cuando lleguemos
Mujeres hay demás, tengo lo tuyo ma
Voy a pasar por el canal
Y viajar en panamá

Respeto para el guetto
The number one
El humilde abusador
En this clan

Pa’ que sigan perreando
Una esquina guayando
El combo quemando
La brea comando
Con el jefe ando

Hey, sigo siendo el numero uno de roster
Estos son fantasmas les llego su ghostbuster
No tienes que volar pa’ sentir el helicopter
Esto es pa’ que perrees como a los tiempos de booster

Desde que arranque no he parao ni un momentum
Fue que los de la nazza me encontraron en estum
Barreras desnutridas bebas en la centrum
Que yo lo que no sepa, fácil me lo inventum

Soy soy difícil de matar como Bruce Willis
Así que guarden la AK, la forty y la nueve milli
El boss anda en el Phantom
Farruko haciendo Willy
Grandes ligas y celebran con los philips

Zumbalo que esto es King Daddy
Y dime donde es que es el party
Indica donde están las mamis
Pa’ caerles en el Ferrari

Menes dale duro las boci explota
Dale ponle al bajo pa’ ver como azota
Hoy nos vamos a fuego
Así que ponte las botas
Dale prende otro
Pa’ que siga la nota

Que sigan perreando
Y en la esquina guayando
El combo quemando
La brea comando
Con el jefe ando

Pa’ que sigan perreando
Una esquina guayando
El combo quemando
La brea comando
Con el jefe ando

Musicólogo & Menes
King Daddy Edition (King daddy)
Papi esto es el cartel musical más grande
Y el más poderoso
Y seguimos
Traficando música por toneladas
Cartel Records
Donde se escribe la historia

Quavo – Practice Makes Perfect Lyrics

[Intro]
Baby
Y’said practice makes perfect
Baby
[?] worth it
Baby
What I say is worth it
Baby
You say practice makes perfect

[Chorus]
Practice make perfect, okay (Okay, okay)
When I tell ya somethin’, it’s worth it, okay (Ay, you know that it’s worth it)
I been wantin’ from the start (Start)
Young nigga workin’ hard (Hard)
Made me want to swear to God (Swear to God)
Made me put it on my mom (Mama)
Ay, I walk around with a whole bag, F&N it’s plastic (F&N, rraow)
I woke up my bitch with a brand new bag, she didn’t even ask me (My bad bitch, ay)
Scotty too hotty, give sloppy toppy, ooh yeah it’s nasty (She nasty, ooh)
Now we flyin’ over Atlantic [?], we landin’ (Go)

[Verse]
Wake up (Wake up)
Wake up (Ay bae, ay)
Wake up
Wake up and beat her face like I do make-up
She love a young nigga, a modern-day playa (Playa)
Pay up (Cash), pay up (Pay me, yeah)
Pay up
Front and backend, come on wit’ it, yeah pay up (Money)
If you don’t got it we put an AK up (Grraow, ay)
I came from kicking doors (Kick doors, yah, ay, huh)
Now we selling out shows (Sell out, yah, ay)
Big bankroll [?], no
A savage, I’m havin’, you know that I’m trappin’, I might serve a fan at my shows
Trap, fish scale (fish scale)
All season (Yep)
I’m walkin’ straight out of the jeweler, I got my watches from Geneva (Shine)
Cocaina (Coca), got his nose bleeding (Nose)
The work came from Cuba
The work came from Cuba
Castro I need him

[Chorus]
Practice make perfect, okay (Okay, okay)
When I tell ya somethin’, it’s worth it, okay (Ay, you know that it’s worth it)
I been wantin’ from the start (Start)
Young nigga workin’ hard (Hard)
Made me want to swear to God (Swear to God)
Made me put it on my mom (Mama)
Ay, I walk around with a whole bag, F&N it’s plastic (F&N, rraow)
I woke up my bitch with a brand new bag, she didn’t even ask me (My bad bitch, ay)
Scotty too hotty, give sloppy toppy, ooh yeah it’s nasty (She nasty, ooh)
Now we flyin’ over Atlantic [?], we landin’ (Go)

Jeezy – Oh Yea Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
104
Oh yeah
Yeah, what’s up?
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Dropped two-fifty on the vert
And I got it all out the dirt
Oh yeah, feds hit the spot on the first
12 lost two when it hurt (Goddamn)
Oh yeah, caught a cell charge, made bail
Then I went and bought me a scale
Oh yeah, is the nigga blind? I can’t tell
He readin’ them bricks like braille
Oh yeah, dawg touched down from the feds
Say he ’bout to dig up his bread
Oh yeah, chopper get to choppin’ ’bout the bread
Cost that boy an arm and a leg
Oh yeah, used to get the Remy out of trunks
I was really, really, really in the hood
Oh yeah used to get the bricks from Lauderdale
When I’m down there I’m really, really good

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Rolex before the record deal (Swear to God, nigga)
Traphouse did five mil’
Why these niggas don’t like me?
And yet they tryna be just like me
Oh yeah, came straight from the dope game
Still smellin’ like a whole thing
My wrist sore, I need some Rogaine
Flex dancin’ like Soul Train
How you want it, nine or the TEC?
The money counter faster than a jet
Oh yeah, bitch called twice, she got nerves, man
95 South, she got curves, man
Started off hustling on the curb, man
Hit ’em with the brrt, bought a bird, man
Oh yeah, you either get it or you got it
Just know you can’t live without it (What’s up?)

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Interlude: Jeezy]
What’s up?
You already know what this shit is, nigga (Oh yeah)
Either you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you gon’ go get it, nigga
Oh yeah, what? Yeah
Why he got a gun on him?
Multi-milli’
But we still movin’ like that though
Huh, woop
104, nigga
This shit for real, nigga, hah
Ball Greezy, I see you, baby
Haha, ah
Lauderdale, what they do, get them M’s up, nigga
Huh, Snow

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

The Underachievers – No Detectives Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
Niggas love to scream at players while they sitting in the rafters
Step, reveal and get embarrassed like when Cass ripped up Dizaster, I’m like half Marilyn Manson
The other half a young scholastic
(?) Sid vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jacker
I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
We third and goal, I’m Brady off the snap
You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
Give all hell no cortizone, that nigga pops his weakness shows
The cold heat will let him know, Twisted off the gnac
While twisting up the pack, used to cop it by the half P
And move it in the trap, My nigga Juice had the weight
That nigga put us on the map don’t let the colored hair fool you
Nigga live with the strap, you can see it in the scars
Coulda died to be richer, went to jail and did a bid
While just trying to make a flip, used to push weight in crack cars Since nigga was a kid, my lil home caught a charge
And we ain’t seen him ever since (Lawd, lawd)

[Hook : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

[Verse 2 : AKtheSavior]
Drop the location, Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
AK a starter you on the bench waiting, internet beefin then step to the pavement, niggas retreat before we get to sprayin’
Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (Uh)
I get the bag and I stack it up stack it up that be the simple equation (Uh) Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
I don’t do regular, hot like a nebula (Uh)
She gave me top and I severed her
I be the alien and I’m the predator (Uh)
Watch me clear out the perimeter
Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (Uh)
Hate when they see me like nemesis
I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
She getting loose for the hell of it
I’m wearing Prada you know what that represent
She throwing it back she competitive
Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
I had to VS my tennises
Now my shit hittin like Venus and Tennis hit

[Hook (x2) : AKtheSavior]
I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
No detectives in that single life
Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
Play your roll or pay the price

The Underachievers – Tokyo Drift Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
No I don’t copy no waves
I surf on your chick while you take her on dates
I ain’t tryna slay, fuck minimum wage
We stole all the bases my nigga we safe
Keeping the grip hid it next to the waist
Kill for my niggas don’t care bout the cage
Shorty was with it don’t care what I say
She know I’m a G and she fuck with the gang (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga the coldest mack, got chicks on my almanac (Yeah, yeah)
Smoke out the cul de sac, she blitzing the quarterback (Yeah)
Never was friendly I’m straight
Nigga a lame see the hate in his face
Real ones salute all the fake can’t relate
You blowin the boof now she hit like its laced
Screaming shoutout to my niggas we safe
Look at my phone got hoes on the way
Switchin’ my lane still up for debate
Leaving the rest for my niggas to take (Facts)
I’m a superwinner with no cape
I plow a nigga down he get in the way
I roll another pound I’m liftin’ away
She top me off in whip ain’t no time to waste

[Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away

[Verse 2 : AKTHESAVIOR]
I blow the finest, only ride designer
She wanna cut so I name her katana
Live out my luggage fly like I departed
The niggas I’m with been the same since I started
AK the illest I’m just being honest
High like a pillar when I hit the chronic
I got the knowledge and turn it to power and now they say I’m ‘luminati, She got them niggas to make a deposit they layin’
We catching a body, Ain’t got no limit I’m bout it when figures is piling my niggas is down to get rowdy
Gemini I be impatient, I need a payment
Ain’t no way to get around it
Nigga you not on my wavelength, I been up training
Like Piccalo in the moutains
Green in my eyes but I don’t wear a scouter
Look at her nose its still got a lil powder
Give me that mouth and she swallow the chowder
Tell her goodnight and I pray for her father
All on my own so I don’t owe you nada
I’m in disguise when I’m rocking that prada
Been an Amiri you niggas just follow
I’m a trendsetter my style never borrowed

[Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away, Uh yeah

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Belly – Numbers Lyrics

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Verse 1: Belly]
I’m a pipe her like Rowdy
Free Max, free Bobby
Get Whoopty on the phone
He’ll know what to do with the body (death)
Set Persiles on a little couch, till I put my mama in a real house
Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like a meal house
Too many fake waves
It’s a real drought
I feel like eight days, with the AK earn the real clout
Fuck your two cents
You wouldn’t even give me two cents when my pennies scuff
Earned it all it was never luck
Millionaire with the semi-tuck
Now you wanna pull a Hemi up
Just so you can come and drink the Henny up
Fake shit, it was never love
And really fuck it if it really was

[Chorus: Belly]
I pull up in four-door Bugattis
Four-wheel Ducatis
Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
Threesomes like a hobby
Addies made me zero in
Two point nine, these five tsunamis
Seven boppers in the lobby
We the new Illuminati
All my bitches keep six
In case twelve tryna find me
Do the math, do the math
45’s like the army

[Post Chorus]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I just counted five million dollar cash
All 5s, 10s, and 20s
Got to know that that’s the dope money
Got to know I got the code, homie
Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, aye
Plank, play dead sit him up, aye
Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love)
Bitches act thirsty so we fill em’ up
Ion like the rap game (ion love the rap game)
Ain’t none these niggas real as us (ain’t none these niggas, none these niggas)
Going back to the trap game (going back to the trap)
Selling bricks out the Bentley truck (cocaine Bentley truck)
Then I’ma hit em’ up
I used to be a stick em’ up
Black hoodie with the ski mask
When you see me nigga get em’ up (you know what it is)
I’m a dope boy cause I sold dope, boy
You ain’t no plug cause you owe one boy
You ain’t cool with no Mexican, you don’t know one boy
If you say you got M’s then show one boy
Just bought the Patek the one with no ice
Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights
And I used to get government assistance, food stamps no lights

[Outro: Belly]
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 1: Future]
I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
I don’t act poor no more
I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
I’m on some rich nigga shit
It’s all about rich nigga timing
Fully loaded whip
I’m gone curve you kindness
I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
I’m on another wave
Cut the head off the Porsche
Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
VIP with AK’s, very important
Always riding with a gas torch
Always riding with a mask
Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
Cost over 500 bags
Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
Soon as you let up, relax
That’s when they waiting to attack
Platinum majority of the plaques
Striking it off like a match

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Verse 2: Future]
You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands

[Chorus: Future]
Gone in the sky, over 20,000
I keep my wifi lit
I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

[Outro: Future]
Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
Wifi lit
Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
That’s an assist
Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
Half a chicken
Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
Wifi lit, wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
Wifi lit
(Auntie, auntie)
Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
JB, know I mean
[?], I got you
You hear me
Let’s go!

Fetty Wap – Look At Me Lyrics

[Intro]
I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (cash)
What do you say?
I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (when you look at me)
What do you say?
I do this everyday baby, I can tell by your face that you came to play, baby
Yeah-ah

[Chorus 1]
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
I can spend this money on a diamond if you let me, yeah
I be getting money all the time, come and check me, yeah

[Bridge]
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine
I’ll never let a nigga waste your time
I can spend this money on a [?]

[Chorus 2]
Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
Baby won’t you hop up in my ride (skrrt, skrrt)
I’m about to pull up, be outside (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse]
What do you say? I do this everyday, baby (yeah, baby)
I love to see your pretty face, baby
I love it how you move the waist, baby, ayy
And I love the way you taste, baby
Baby if you were to pick a car [?] (skrrt, skrrt)
And I love your face, your eyes, your style
Baby, if you were to vacay pick an island
I’m ballin’ out, this a payday
[?], said she’d like an R8
I got ‘Big Zoovie’ on my carplates
Said you’d walk, baby this a [?] day
And I hate niggas ’cause they all lame
So fuck what you say now, I do this shit everyday
They say I shoot like [?], get the fuck out my way
I got a Glock and AK now, my niggas don’t play around
We follow, you stay now, then shoot up the playground
So what do you say? I do this everyday, baby
Don’t run on the opps, they’ll pull up to your place baby
30-clip on the Glock, you know I keep me safe baby
I keep gettin’ this guap and throw it in the safe baby
Yeah-ah

[Outro]
What do you say? Yeah
What do you say? What do you say?
What do you say? I do this everyday baby
What do you say? I love your pretty face baby
What do you say? I love the way you shake baby
What do you say? I love the way you taste baby

Chief Keef – Gang Gang Lyrics

[Hook]
30 get the [?], lay down on Protools
My species snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Bring your friend, I love you
[??] I love you more
Cheese on my fingers, but I ain’t talking doritos
Put it bitch on the plain
Sosa get cash, ain’t been the same
I spit too greens
[?] get caught up in the rain
These boys followin lanes
[???]
[??] on a, (Gang Gang)
Everybody know, (Gang Gang)

[Verse 1]
[??], (Gang)
Who the Hummer for? (Gang Gang)
Who they need to free? (Gang)
Who put niggas to sleep? (Gang Gang)
Who need to be on a leash? (Gang)
Who getting top out free? (Gang Gang)
Who [??] losing? (Gang)
Who slide with me, cruisin? (Gang Gang)
Who can stand the heat? (Gang)
Man you definitely not (Gang Gang)
Who [?] the bag in? (Gang)
[???] (Gang Gang)
You sneak diss [??] (Gang)
Who say whats that about? (Gang Gang)
Who my original? (Gang)
AK run it up (Gang Gang)
Tadoe and [?] (Gang)
I’m up in the morgue (Gang Gang)
[?] hate when I’m callin (Gang)
People is [?] (Gang Gang)
[?] jewelry like a fossil (Gang)
Who you can dive for? (Gang Gang)
We should have knocked off you now (Gang)
I feel like Pablo (Gang Gang)

[Hook]
30 get the [?], lay down on Protools
My species snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Bring your friend, I love you
[??] I love you more
Cheese on my fingers, but I ain’t talking doritos
Put it bitch on the plain
Sosa get cash, ain’t been the same
I spit too greens
[?] get caught up in the rain
These boys followin lanes
[???]
[??] on a, (Gang Gang)
Everybody know, (Gang Gang)

[Verse 2]
[??] who it is? (Gang)
Aight you comin? (Gang)
You like where you at? (Gang)
I’m like I got in London (Gang)
You like fucking women? (Gang)
[???] (Gang)
I’m losing reception (Gang)
Plus the V12 on it (Gang)
Before i could walk or spell (Gang)
Wondering what I was gon be when I was little (Gang)
That I’d grow up to be (Gang)
I used to buy [?] (Gang)
Then i [??] (Gang)
[?] from here to [?] (Gang)
Who they said I didn’t [?] (Gang)
Long little niggas [???]

[Hook]
30 get the [?], lay down on Protools
My species snow shoes, vegetarian tofu
Bring your friend, I love you
[??] I love you more
Cheese on my fingers, but I ain’t talking doritos
Put it bitch on the plain
Sosa get cash, ain’t been the same
I spit too greens
[?] get caught up in the rain
These boys followin lanes
[???]
[??] on a, (Gang Gang)
Everybody know, (Gang Gang)

Let’s get it, kachoow

Valee – Miami (Remix) lyrics

(feat. Pusha T)

[Intro]
Rio
Rio
Hahaha

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Verse 1: Valee]
I had took a zip in the airport, I needed it (fuck it)
Bought a caesar salad and I put the weed in it (yeah)
Tequila and lime taste like it’s seaweed in it (yeah)
Poured a eight of slime, I’m finna put some tea with it (yeah)
Since I’m in the foreign, I keep 93 in it (yeah)
Bitch, your head boring, so you get a D in it (yeah)
I hopped on the Boeing, it was three more seats in it (yeah)
Gucci flip-flops on, I just slid my feet in ’em (yeah)

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Look, I just called Ferrari, told them build me one (skrt)
Six months for the wait, even with the ceiling gone (too true)
I’m still selling weight, Hoodrich Pablo Juan (Push)
Narcos still lives, even with Pablo gone (yuugh)
His and hers Chanel Pharrells, ain’t no other parallel
40K to ride this wave, on it like a carousel
Cartier, Cartier, Collins Ave, Ocean Drive (Push)
Ball hog but ball harder, that’ll make her open wide (ooh)

[Chorus: Valee]
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

[Outro: Valee]
Rio
Margielas like these came with no shoe strings in ’em (yeah)
My car don’t like keys, that bitch push to start, isn’t it? (yeah)
I bought some Balmains and I put some Gs in it (yeah)
Went to the ball game and I got floor seats, didn’t I? (yeah)
I took 20 thou’ and went to Miami (yeah)
Went to Club LIV and it came in handy (yeah)
100 dollar bill, you dig what I’m stammin’? (yeah)
I got the AK outside so don’t panic (yeah)

Juice WRLD – Black & White Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m in my black Benz
Doin’ cocaine with my black friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah
Oh, we’ll be high before the night ends
Before the night ends
Switchin’ to the white Benz
Doin’ codeine with my white friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends (yeah)
Before the night ends (woah)
Before the night begins

[Verse 1]
Lord have mercy
I know that these percys finna hurt me
Ayy, sometimes I feel like they doin’ surgery
Tell me, are they workin’, (are they workin’) are they workin’
Tell me, are they workin’
I party too damn much
Ayy, and you niggas can’t keep up
I’m getting too fucked up, too fucked up, yeah
I’m too fucked up, won’t look up til’ the sun come up
Pills with the Hennessy I might throw up
I might throw up, I’ll be okay

[Chorus]
I’m in my black Benz
Doin’ cocaine with my black friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah
Oh, we’ll be high before the night ends
Before the night ends
Switchin’ to the white Benz
Doin’ codeine with my white friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends (yeah)
Before the night ends (woah)
Before the night begins

[Verse 2]
Every day’s a party, don’t let no one tell you different
No lames allowed, you should really keep your distance
Smokin’ on loud, and that codeine I sip
Pullin’ up that purple shit until they see my piss
R.I.P Prince, we got purple rain on deck
She loves Bobby Brown so he keep the Cane on deck
There be haters ’round, keep an AK on deck
Man down, man down [? on board]
Party animals, I’m a lion in the zoo
Party animals, I’m a lion in the zoo
Party animals, I’m a party animal

[Chorus]
I’m in my black Benz
Doin’ cocaine with my black friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah
Oh, we’ll be high before the night ends
Before the night ends
Switchin’ to the white Benz
Doin’ codeine with my white friends
Uh, we’ll be high as hell before the night ends (yeah)
Before the night ends (woah)
Before the night begins

[Outro]
Before the night begins
Before the night begins

Montana of 300 – Dancing With My AK Lyrics

[Chorus] x2
Dancing, yeah
With my AK [x3]
Dancing, yeah yeah with my AK
That’s my baby, she go crazy

[Verse 1]
You don’t want me squeezin’ them hammers
My AK I feed it bananas
That’s on baby I bet shit gone change
Once I wet yo ass up just like pee in a pamper
While you sleepin’ I’m up like a Red Bull
Out the cut shootin’ shit like I’m Deadpool
When this heater blaze
Your boy Jesus couldn’t save you
If he graduated from med school
I like to dance with machine guns
This bitch got kick like it’s wing chun
You gon’ see Tony turn into Iron Man
Grab that pole then I slide like a fireman
I hope you fuck niggas bulletproof
I hope you niggas could duck fans
Hundred rounds when I pull out that AK
Then I let that bitch ride like a bus pass
They claim they beasts from the jungle
But when I come through they humble
No escaping it, who you gon’ run to
Clip hang so low I call it Rapunzel
No punchlines boy I don’t play no games
Put your ass in a box and they ready to rumble
Ain’t no blockin’ these shots
If your name was Mutombo
As soon as I cook he gon’ crumble
Take a nigga straight to hell’s kitchen
Shootin’ lethal weapons like I’m Mel Gibson
With a mask on like I’m Casey Jones
Like the Ninja Turtles bunch of shells flippin’
I hope you get buck like you ridin’ a horse
When I’m shootin’ this bitch
I’m like Mike on the court
More like Mike in the fourth
I’ma fire this torch
When I slide to his crib
Like there’s ice on the porch

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 2]
Get popped like a wheelie, like he out in Philly
Get left, I’ma creep like I’m T-Boz and Chili
I’m ten steps ahead of y’all and when I let it off
I turn a opp into Cleo off Set It Off (easy)
Play around, lollygag
Big sticks, hockey mask
Choppin’ shit, karate class
Slide ’em in, body bags
I got more guns than a pawn shop
My AK go off like [!]
My bullets cut nonstop
So tell your kids I’m no joke
With the stick I will Bomb Pop
I’m Ray Allen, Steph Curry I’m crazy with this
I told God I told y’all not to play with this
[!] know the reason I’m squeezin’
If he’s understanding then he’ll be okay with it
Haters just might get bagged like potato chips
I’m too smart I bet I get away with this
I aim at the neck and then squeeze
I ain’t talkin’ perfume I will spray this bitch
If you see me first bitch you better blow
You do not want smoke I ain’t sellin’ dro
I’m so cold with this K put a hole in your face
When I spray turn a opp to a eskimo
I do not give a fuck about five-o
When I roll up and blow that ain’t hydro
AK blow more than wind in the wintertime
It got more kick than Foot Locker and Finish Line
Put a tag on your toe so they know the price
They get bust when I deliver overnight
Put bodies on the chopper no motorbike
I shot the crap out them bitches like rollin’ dice

Lil Yachty – POP OUT lyrics

(feat. JBan$)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh, yeah bitch
DigitalNas
Yeah bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I’m in the hood like Mrs. Winner’s, uh
Basketball seats in a Beamer, uh
Pull up with sticks, pull up with clips, all on the hip, yeah, yeah
I turn a two to a six, yeah (uh)
Servin’ these stripper hoes dick, yeah
You sick of me, yeah, and I know it, huh (yeah)
All of this money, I blow it, huh (skr)
All of these hoes, yeah they goin’, huh (uh)
All of my shooters they blowin’ (boom!)
Anyway, why you come over? You ain’t goin’, huh
You a whole thot, and I know this, huh (yeah)
Beat him in the pot with the elbow, huh
Skrt out the lane with the new whip (skrt)
Diamonds in the ear like a Q-tip, huh
Bitch give me top with them duck lips, uh (yeah)
Your boyfriend, he scared of me (yeah)
I’m geeked up off that amphetamine (yeah)
Hairy pussy give me allergies (yeah)
Bitch I don’t shop at no Malleries (no)
I get my diamonds from Icebox, huh (yeah)
Big Gucci link with the white rocks (whoo)
Just left Chicago like White Sox (yeah), tryna get a bitch with some dreadlocks
I got a bitch sippin’ Redrum (damn), I don’t even know where she came from (nah)
I walk around with a AK (damn), that lil’ shit sound like a snare drum (yeah)
DN, DN, DN, DN, DN

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, uh, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, yeah, pop out
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, what’s up, what’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah, pop out
Pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out

[Verse 2: JBan$]
Rock out (woo, woo), I bring the guap out (I bring the what?)
I’m on the block with the Glock out (doot doot doot)
I pop a perc, make her tap out (yeah, yeah)
This is the modern day pop sound, aye (yeah)
Diamonds on lighthouse (diamonds on lighthouse)
Glacier Boy still fuck with White Owl
Double my cup till I pass out, sippin’ Act’ now, uh
Ooh, treat the Maybach like a Honda, speedin’ and swervin’, might fall out
Lil’ baby know I’m not average, I get the top, and I kick her out
Ooh, my diamonds on igloo, I need that junk for my mental (yeah, yeah)
She pop that pussy, no pimple (yeah, yeah)
Gucci my runners, I get loose
JBan$, JBan$, JBan$, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, uh, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, huh, yeah, huh, pop out, huh
Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
What’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, huh, what’s up, huh, what’s up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, yeah