Stevie Stone – Paradise Lyrics (feat. Jenn Em)

[Hook: Jenn Em]
This is no place to go if you’re afraid
Your worst nightmare is prettier than this place (this place)
Just when you think (just when you think)
Paradise awaits
Bodies all over this place (paradise)
Blood all over his face, come on (paradise)
Nobody’s soul is safe (paradise)
You can be the predator or prey
It can go one of two ways

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Ugh, clock strikes midnight
City is woke, bright lights, the invites
Caught up in hype
And rare heights, to where sightseeking
And meeting anything you might like
It’s paradise in one scheme
It’s fine things and more cream
It’s bad bitches and G-stings on scene
On team, living the dream on all scenes
Weed, hard liquor, and codeine
Smoke and mirrors in the arm slot
School of the hard knocks
The night life would love to give you the long chop
Be careful, don’t take that dead end road
The scenery will fool you when it unfolds, it’s so cold

[Hook: Jenn Em]
This is no place to go if you’re afraid
Your worst nightmare is prettier than this place (this place)
Just when you think (just when you think)

Paradise awaits
Bodies all over this place (paradise)
Blood all over his face, come on (paradise)
Nobody’s soul is safe (paradise)
You can be the predator or prey
It can go one of two ways

[Verse 2: Stevie Stone]
Yeah, a second scheme, it gets wicked
Illusory picked it then flipped it
It was all scripted
The lore
Free ticket, evil energy shifted
It’s lifted, it’s gifted to be specific
When will your soul endure?
Backstabbing, MAC grabbin’, back [?]
Havoc happening off [?] or
Live lavish [?]
Package above average, big status for sure
Is your soul secure?
What you open for?
And I’m one to call you
Welcome with open doors
Dusk rises in 25 minutes
Tomorrow you will have started from the beginning [?]

[Hook: Jenn Em]
This is no place to go if you’re afraid
Your worst nightmare is prettier than this place (this place)
Just when you think (just when you think)
Paradise awaits
Bodies all over this place (paradise)
Blood all over his face, come on (paradise)
Nobody’s soul is safe (paradise)
You can be the predator or prey
It can go one of two ways

Migos – Racks 2 Skinny Lyrics

(Durel made the beat, I’ma rock wit it)
(Takeoff)

I cop me a coupe and I hop in it (Coupe)
He claimin’ the game, but he not it (Nah)
That Birkin bag came with the fire in it (Brrr)
He told you a rap with a lie in it (Lie)
He got some new jewels
He’s flexin’ his ice
He’s praying to God he don’t die in it (God)
Let me take them back to the bando on the Nawf
Don’t you remind me (Nawf)
I try to stay low
But I shine so bright
So it be hard not to find me (Shine)
These rainbow diamonds up in that Roley
No, this not your regular time piece (Rainbow)
Come place your order
Goin’ to cost you a quarter
And there’s a fee to stand beside me (Fee)
God forbid if somebody try me
I’m turning this shit to a crime scene (Grrr)
Grab a cig and put up the kid
The mini Draco in the arm sling (Shoot)
And ain’t no jumpin’, no switchin’ no side
When I let it sing, the bell ring (No)
Please don’t judge me just ’cause of my cover
‘Cause you never seen what I seen (Go)

(When the racks to skinny)

I walk in the bih with my gun out (Bow)
You don’t know what I know
Ain’t seen what I seen
What the f*ck they be t’alm bout? (Huh?)
Damn (Damn)
She stick on a bag and went on this bitch to clock out (Go)
I pulled the F&N out of my drawers
She thought I was pullin’ my cock out (Cock out)
If you touch one of us, we bust your little bitty shit get shot down (Rah)
You’re not one of us, I did not trust ya then, especially not now (Not now)
Young nigga come through spittin’ this swangin’ shit
It’s a Nawf side playground (Nawf side, ya)
Zip ’em up, spray ground (Zip ’em)
We gon’, 85 Nawf-bound (Skrr)
Yessir, this Migo bidness
We divided the field like tennis (We divided the field)
We shook up the trenches
Movin’ the tenants and still trappin’ in it (Trap, trap)
It’s a handoff fifty (Woo)
I’ll stack it up, double it, spend it (Stack it, stack it)

When the racks too skinny (Too skinny)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)
When the racks too skinny (Too skinny)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, woo)
When the racks too skinny (Go)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)

When the racks too skinny (Skinny)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze)
When the racks too skinny (Too skinny)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze)

(Offset)
Dropped out of school (Hey)
Kicked down the door, bust it down now we full (Kicked door)
Know ’bout the denim, the patches velour
I sent ’em, they split ’em, don’t go back and forth
I got a stick, this bitch take down a horse (Stick)
Basketball seats in the Wraith like a court (Hey)
We get you split, get you put in a morgue (Morgue)
Big body mansion with basketball courts (Courts)
Count a whole M up my thumb was sore (Sore)
Just look at this bitch and I know I’ma score (Score)
200 cash with a mag in my drawer (Mag)
I’m pullin’ strings like I play the guitar (Hey)
Draco’s and MAC’s we ready for war (Draco, Draco)
We petty, we spend every day with them cut up machete
I spend a little lettuce, he sent to the medics
My money come steady, somebody gon’ die, only way I can dead it
I heard your money was shedding
We on the verge, worth hundreds of millions (Verge)
They trick of your top and I took off my ceiling
Cash in the vault, I got more than a million
M’s in the bank, I don’t care ’bout a M (Please)
Play with the gang, we stay and we drill ’em
f*ck it, we crash we villain
I’m in my bag and I’m hittin’

When the racks too skinny (Too skinny)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, woo)
When the racks too skinny (Go)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)
When the racks too skinny (Skinny)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, suwoo)
When the racks too skinny (Too skinny)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)
When the racks too skinny (Racks)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, woo)
When the racks too skinny (Go)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)
When the racks too skinny (Skinny)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, suwoo)
When the racks too skinny (Racks)
I can make somethin’, squeeze a milli (Squeeze, uh)

(Durel made the beat, I’ma rock wit it)

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

Lil Pump – Multi Millionaire lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Oh
Lil pump, yeah
What’s up?
How’d it go last week?
Eh, eh, uhm
How’s your man now?
Yeah, Huh (Huh)
Danny I See You

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty, oh)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Took thirty bands out to bust down pipe
Got your baby mama off a Tesla and she sniffin’ white
Fuck that bitch two times, I ain’t know that that’s your wife (oh)
And I got hungry for some wings so I took a flight (eh)
If I die, bury me with two bust downs on my wrist
Drive for mollys on my casket add three pints of Actavis
My house made is super thick, my house made is super thick
She finna go clean my house then she finna suck my-
Owh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (let’s go)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (let’s go)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, and my headlights on a deer
I can make a bitch stop stare, oh (stop stare)
Had to go cop two pair, oh
Gucci coat over my glare, oh
Know who I fear, oh
I can fuck ya bitch in a chair (let’s go)
These moves is nothin’ (lets go)
I’m gettin’ the money
I fucked your lil’ bitch took her right out of London
I’m gettin’ this sounds as I keep it a hunnid
You look at my chain and that bitch is so sunny
It’s muhfuckin’ cold, it leave ya nose runnin’
I got a bitch live out and don’t look at money
I’m move with the I drum and I’m bought like I’m drummin’
Got Uzi’s and MAC’s in my Bentley truck
Let’s go

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)

Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
If you rich, put your bust down in the air
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’

2Pac – Why U Turn On Me (Original) Lyrics

[Intro]
Ahaha niggas love turning this shit ol’ switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers, just be friends
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up, get it up (never thought it would come through)
Hahaha.. used to had love for ’em, why you turnin’ on me?
Why me? Yeah nigga westside, how you do it boy?

[Verse 1]
I went from, nothin’ to somethin’ now they all wanna see me fallin’
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
They say we hate the East coast, but that’s funny
Got a lot of love for, any nigga gettin’ money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas tripped
It was hip-hop until 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch
Y’all niggas hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggas get paid
Have me catchin’ cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin’ three strikes
And we might, just blast God bless the child, that can get cash
But all these niggas turnin’ and never learn
Got a long line of niggas player hatin’ me but gettin’ burned
Talk a lot of shit but you’s a trick in drag
Like the MAC make you fall back and stick yo’ ass for back stab

[Chorus]
Never thought it would come through
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Why y’all trippin’?
Heheha
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Although two juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playin’ catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin’ drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin’ brew
What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {​*laughter*}​
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck ​Wendy Williams​ and I pray you choke (fuck you, you fat bitch)
On the next dick down your throat
For turnin’ on me

[Chorus]
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Fat bitch can’t fuck with me
It’s Thug life biaatch
I used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Outro]
I fuck around and put a hit on your fat ass
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen Wendy Williams​ fat ass?
Why you always wearin’ spandex, you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat ho’
I’m puttin’ Jenny Craig on you bitch
I’m about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
Through Jenny Craig to come find yo’ ass
And put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It’s 2Pac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn’t like what I said about that other trick
And Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga!
If a nigga didn’t want to get talked about
He shouldn’ta stepped in the fuckin’ ring
If Tyson don’t want to get knocked out
He don’t step in the fuckin’ ring, that’s how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that’s what 2Pac gon’ do
When niggas come against me, I’ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin’ other
This old motherfuckin’ nigga in the South told me nigga
It’s more than one way to skin a cat
It’s more than one way to shoot a gat
It’s more than one way to die nigga
When I’m through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
Why y’all turnin’ on me? Why me?

Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin’
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I’ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin’
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don’t want another nigga
I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 2: Nas]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
God bless ya, met ya
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

Moneybagg Yo – Exactly Lyrics

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
[?]
Can’t hear you
Punch me in
Do it all over

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Back then she ain’t fuck with a nigga, but now she wanna cuff me
My sack bigger
Fuck on her, I leave
I’m that nigga
Dope on top of them trees like cat litter
I ain’t choosing no side, I stay in the middle
How the fuck he gon’ ride? He ain’t kill a nigga
I got over two bodies like John Diller
[?], we done hung niggas
Wockhardt on the bottle, that’s actually
Crack the seal
What I’m pouring up? Actavis
New Ferrari, buy it
I put a MAC in it
Yellow bitch, big booty
I’m smashing shit
From the gutter, fuck the rapping
I’m jacking shit
Money talking
Nigga playing, we smashing shit
[?], nigga know that we cancel shit
Fully loaded, fully ammo, immaculate

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’? let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic
Hey!

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
(Bagg)
For that pack I want exactly what I told you
And that’s closure
Dispensary out in Colorado, keep a backwood full of doja
Machine gun ‘cross the shoulder, wake the whole house up
Folgers
Shawty tripping on poster, like I’m ‘posed to
She want exposure
Six cars, I’m more than mobile
Rockstar, I’m never sober
Shit at all, what I owe them exactly?
Two for one, only one was a baddie
Plug hit, say he having contractions
That mean yay on the way (any day)
Straight off the block to a billboard spot
That mean I’m hotter than May

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’? let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic

[Outro]
Tay Keith too bangin’

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Snitch Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, you a fool for this one
Yeah, this for them thug niggas, you heard me? (Oh)
We all got them trials and tribulations (slatt)
We all got a lotta niggas hatin’
But you know we gotta capitalize off that shit
You hear me? (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Bitch I really be rappin’, all my niggas really be trappin’
You hear me? But tell me what’s the difference though

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (Ben)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (again)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (yeah)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (can it get)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (bow)

[Verse]
I cut his water short, I put that on my soul (on my soul)
We get it in how we live, they don’t know (they don’t know)
Death at the corner, devil on me, my heart cold (my heart cold)
Heard these niggas want it, grab the gutter, time to roll (skrrt)
Creep through the house, we let out shots the first minute we see ’em (bow, bow, bow)
MAC with a suppressor, once I bust it, they’ll never hear ’em (pew, pew)
Bitch we really steppin’, he want pressure, I wouldn’t wanna be him
‘Til that nigga die open fire every time I see him
Ran off with weed, I told Black Bo that we gon’ get ’em though
Every day I’m runnin’ with some hittas straight up out that four
Really big B livin’, sellin’ drugs right up off the porch
Play ’round with my money, squeeze his neck until he fuckin’ choke
‘Bout it, Black Bo slapped the fuck out the nigga that ratted on me
Got these tats in my face and I scream NBA
What the fuck do you mean it’s tatted on me
I’ma post in the Nawf with a TEC up on me
I’ma walk through the mall with a check up on me
Got a gun where my waist at, you know I don’t play that
I want a nigga for to take it from me
I heard these pussy niggas hatin’ on me
I guess that he pray to the devil (yeah)
They know that we stay ’bout whatever (yeah)
If he play then you know we gon’ stretch him (yeah)
I’m runnin’ with some cold steppers (steppers)
They don’t got no mind, they reckless (they reckless)
Say he gon’ rob me, you know I won’t let him (yeah)
Stay with that Glock and you know I’m a felon (pum, pow, pum, pum)

[Chorus]
This for Lil Ben (yeah)
Shootout anywhere, you know that we with it
I done did it again (yeah)
This for them niggas that post in them trenches (post in the trenches)
They callin’ again (YoungBoy the money good, he right here, I’ma zip him)
I’m fallin’ again (that’s my nigga, if he down, I’ma lift him)
Roll up a ‘gar, start up the car, let’s get off in some shit
Montana say he think somebody snitchin’ in the clique
This shit ain’t playin’, ain’t no tellin’ how worser can it get (ooh)
Let it play out ’cause if it’s true then I’ma split his shit (grra)

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – No Heart lyrics

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers’ cards?
‘Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fuckin’ soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m prayin’ to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood
But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I’m a real street nigga, bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin’ on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissin’
‘Til I pull up on ’em, slap ’em out with the fire
Wet your mama’s house, wet your grandma’s house
Keep shootin’ until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
Thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playin’ Nintendo
I was playin’ ’round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Panthersville
Eighth grade started playin’ football
Then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out
Nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016
And I’m screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick
I don’t even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain’t even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissin’ on Twitter
They don’t want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
‘Til a nigga get killed
‘Til a nigga get spilled, ’til your blood get spilled
I’ma “at” your favorite rapper, shoot him like I’m John Dill’
“I been with you since day one
Savage I ain’t even hatin’”
So what’s up with all that Instagram shit?
“Savage I was just playin’”
Y’all pussy niggas fakin’
Bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
“Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape”
Yeah, nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers’ cards?
‘Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fuckin’ soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I’m prayin’ to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 2]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin’, diamonds blangin’, hold up
Pistol swangin’, gang bangin’, hold up
Niggas actin’ like groupies, they don’t know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin’ on the tour bus

[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin’ so hard?
Why these niggas cappin’ so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin’ all these rappers’ cards?
‘Cause these niggas pussy and I’m hard
I turn that fuckin’ soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart

[Outro]
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin’ a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

Jay Rock – King’s Dead (feat. Kendrick Lamar, Future & James Blake) lyrics

[Part I]

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Jay Rock:]
And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
MVP, I get no sleep
No, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean
Yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
Do it bite back, lil’ bitch?
Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My shit’s been ready, my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
Ménage à Trois, my queen gon’ roll up
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Future & Kendrick Lamar:]
Miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

[Future:]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car
La di da di da, mothafuck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
[Jay Rock:]
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Yeah, miss me with that bullshit (bullshit)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Part II]

[James Blake:]
Changes
Is you gon’ do something?
What you want?

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic
Tapped in when I’m maxed in
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Boo yaow, boo yaow”
Yeah, God
Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the
Eat off your plate, throw me off, I be, “Off ya head”
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree
Fuck your feelings, fuck your culture
Fuck your mom, fuck your family, fuck your drive
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven and not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars

BlocBoy JB – Prod By BlocBoy Lyrics

[Intro]
Hah, hah, check it (word)
Hah hah hah (yeah yeah yeah), check it
(Yeah, yeah) hah, hah (yeah yeah yeah)
Hah (Bloc), hah (whoa), hah (word)

[Verse]
These niggas after me
I got them shooters on balconies
I’m gettin’ head from a bitch and she Japanese (word)
Niggas they talkin’, I’m loadin’ and clappin’ these
Loadin’ and clappin’ these pistols (pistols)
You are not an automatic hitter (a hitter)
Really you an automatic misser
Fuck it, I’ma automatic get you (huh?)
Smack a nigga ass with the pistol (pistol)
Pop a nigga ass like a pimple (a pimple)
Store-store-store run, get the gun (store run)
Up the Tommy, take his funds (he gone)
Take the hundreds leave the ones
For the strippers nigga (for the strippers)
I got an SK with a shank, that’s the tipper nigga (that’s the tipper)
Beat a nigga, sweep a nigga
We don’t need them niggas (fuck ’em)
I don’t think you niggas ’bout nothin’ (word)
When I see you in the street (huh?), you ain’t even got a gun
Askin’ niggas for money (word), nigga you ain’t got no funds
You know I do it B-I-G, you can call me Big Pun (yeah yeah yeah)
But I don’t smoke no pom-poms
Run up, get done up (word)
My clip is so heavy, I can’t hold my arm up (my arm up)
Y’all niggas faker than warmups (warmups)
I got the bread like a farmer (I-I-I-I)
Shoot like I’m Mario Chalmers (Chalmers)
Workin’ my wrist, fuck my arm up (fuck my arm up)
I feel like Nash on the Suns, Mario chasin’ them corn
You dancin’, we pull up with guns, I’m 700, you done (Crip, Crip)
Got my hitters in the front like a radiator
Using big words so you know they annihilate you
I’m in her mouth like Now & Laters, bitch I got all flavors
Bring that shit back, no turntable
Multiply that like times tables
We ain’t got time for that
If you really want a crease, use the iron for that
Now a nigga need a piece of his spinal back
In a line of MAC’s
Ke-ke-keep that, keep that iron for that
If it’s an altercation, nigga we use nines for that
We don’t do conversations, baby we don’t got time for that
We ain’t got time for that, we ain’t got time for that

[Outro]
(Hey, wait)
We gon’ do the ad-libs
(Hey, wait)
Tay, told ’em go’n do the ad-libs
Klay, I got your bitch callin’ me a, bae
And I really don’t know what to, say
I want her head like some motherfuckin’ braids
And you know I’m finna, ayy, ayy, ayy
And I made this beat, ayy
Got your bitch and she in the sheets, ayy
And we turnt up in the studio
Track nation, yeah we live in this fuckin’ ho
I got your bitch, she tryna book me for a fuckin’ show
She gon’ make you pay for it, and you already know
Bitch, I’m live
Like Channel Five
I just put ’bout a three five
In a blunt, now I’m so fuckin’ high
To the sky though
Nigga askin’ me these questions, I’m like why though?
And my niggas got that money standing five four
My money standing six four, I’m in a six four with the loads
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, bitch

6ix9ine – Wish You Never Done That Lyrics

[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat

[Verse]
Wish I could bring Pun back
Blaow, nigga, run that
Tear that lil’ body, yeah we gon’ let these hoes out
Shocka bring stacks back, Kyle let the MAC clap
Tell they feet pick up, yeah, ’bout to give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, bring me the beams
Made em scream when a nigga fell
Shootout with the law, all the Mark forces in jail
Niggas say they love me
But I can see it in these niggas’ eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need the company, they smiling when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’ them shots I’m like “go out”
40 snitches, 40 snitches, that man’s a no-tell
Digging ditches, 40 niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive by, leave him in the street, nigga road-kill
HBA, gold front, let me guess, so trill?
Nigga this New York
Make the wrong move and the goon let twos spark
So work hard and move salt

[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat