Guapdad 4000 – Lil Scammer That Could Lyrics (feat. Denzel Curry)

[Guapdad 4000:]
Yeah, look at this
James Delgado
Would you look at this?

Look at this, way too many hoes on my dick
I can’t even take a f*ckin’ piss (Piss)
Big weird, stop actin’ like R. Kelly, lil’ bro (Ah)
Fake woke hoes, they just f*ckin’ for brunch (Brunch)
Bitch, my money longer than the DMV, line, line
Cartier my eyes, got my VV, VV sublime-blime-blime
Money talk, so you not speakin’ bands (Bands)
Take over the world, ’cause I think I can, I think I can

I know I can, I go again, these niggas is annoying
I’m flexin’, I flexed on them, rub it in like ointment
They throwin’ bands at my bitch, my ego is enormous
Gigantic, I see your antic, you ain’t informant
Forment, these niggas snitchin’, these niggas bitches
Hungry, I’m eatin’ bitches and shittin’ riches
Indulgin’, please don’t interrupt me when I’m dosin’
Paperazzi takin’ pictures, I just be posin’
They cockin’, I leave ’em jawless, I’m from West Stokely
Dope fiends, with my fam’, I’m from where the dope is
Took me for a store walk, serve ’em then got to a roof
Wipe me down like floor mops, I’ma rip the doors up
I’ma put the doors up, the Tesla like a [?]
Swipin’ on your store front, we come to f*ck your store up
It’s just me and James Delgado scrubbin’ cars down on the model
Drink my liquor straight from bottle, shooter with me, hostile

Look at this, way too many hoes on my dick
I can’t even take a f*ckin’ piss (Piss)
Big weird, stop actin’ like R. Kelly, lil’ bro (Never)
Fake woke hoes, they just f*ckin’ for brunch (Mimosa)

Bitch, my money longer than the DMV, line, line
Cartier my eyes, got my VV, VV sublime-blime-blime
Money talk, so you not speakin’ bands (Hah)
Take over the world, ’cause I think I can, I think I can

[Denzel Curry:]
I know I can, I know I can, I’m juggin’ off the Instagram
I swipe it all, I gotta scram, proceed to hit the running man
What you know about a scam? Wanna pull up in a Lamb’?
Tired of sittin’ in a kitchen everyday just eatin’ spam
f*ck diamonds and pearls, I want all the coal and all the clams
Bought me a new iPhone and see all the apps or holograms
Dodgin’ ham, pig, oink-oink, with the body cam
They will never catch me for the law and I don’t give a damn
Ooh, back in the day it was me and my goons
I came from Carol City, caught a flight to Cancún
My neck come from the Bay, it’s a Boss Tycoon
RIP to Mac Dre, he was gone too soon
Real nigga here, so you better make room
Chopper street sweeper, hit that man with the broom
I gotta bet it all, ’cause a nigga can’t lose
I gotta bet it all, ’cause a nigga

[Guapdad 4000:]
Look at this, way too many hoes on my dick
I can’t even take the f*ckin’ piss (Piss)
Big weird, stop actin’ like R. Kelly, lil’ bro (Never)
Fake woke hoes, they just f*ckin’ for brunch (Mimosa)
Bitch, my money longer than the DMV, line, line
Cartier my eyes, got my VV, VV sublime-blime-blime
Money talk, so you not speakin’ bands (Hah)
Take over the world, ’cause I think I can, I think I can, I

D-block Europe – Free 22 Lyrics

(Ooh, Jony)

[Dirtbike LB:]
Nothing good lasts, it will end in a minute
Love when you smile and I love when you winning
I need some help, on my lone and I’m thinking
Love when you smile and I love when you winning
I want your drugs and the love, I need both
I got some drugs in my Louis V coat
I pull up on niggas for racks that they owe
We outside for numbers and baby, they know (Baby, they know)

I pull my bitch to the side
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (One More time)
I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)
I pull my bitch to the side
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (More time)
I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)

She lovin’ my sweater, Tom Ford on my clothes
Still think the money won’t change me
I seen my nigga fall off for these hoes
And I still think this nigga gone crazy
Designer, the flowers, the powers is bud
Designers aince tablets, I mix it with more
I made mistakes, now I’m losing your love
Girl, be patient, please stay with me
Amiri jeans, whips with the same GD
Audemars Patek with the same VV
I stole your heart, girl, stay with me
I think she play with me
p*ssy so tight, got me buying LV
p*ssy so tight, can you stay with me?
I just spent twenty-five, five on V’s
I just spent plenty time, time on me
Love more trap, will they hear me now?
Virgil, this t-shirt ain’t even out
I got therapy so they hear me out
I need help, someone make me feel better now
I got the devil inside, can I let him out?
Louis, my luggage I’m flying out
I just Dior my trainers, I’m flyer now
We ain’t seeing the opps when we’re riding out

Nothing good lasts, it will end in a minute
Love when you smile and I love when you winning
I need some help, on my lone and I’m thinking
Love when you smile and I love when you winning
I want your drugs and the love, I need both
I got some drugs in my Louis V coat
I pull up on niggas for racks that they owe
We outside for numbers and baby, they know (Baby, they know)

I pull my bitch to the side

I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (More time)
I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)
I pull my bitch to the side
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (More time)
I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)

[Young Adz:]
Broski a shooter, he look like he play for the Lakers
This shotty will wake up the neighbours
I haven’t seen you in some ages
I’m around strangers, need some familiar faces
This life is so draining
Coke in the pot, let it set like a cookie and then I just drain it
I got a brick of Adaan and a brick of madow
And I got different phones
Two different watches, I wear them two different time
I got two girls in different zones
I’m on the strip with a pole
Living so reckless, I got a stripper at home
I’m smoking hashish
She can’t take no pics, her daddy’s a G
Killed the game and f*cked it annually
My niggas in jail smoking amber the leaf, worst times
Said, "It ain’t never felt like that" since her first time
Rap star and we make birds fly
Now she wanna talk ’bout birth signs
Ex-boyfriend hate number 29
Now she sayin’ that she couldn’t pick no worse guy
I’ma run up some M’s with these works
Then put new burners and bricks on the curb

[Dirtbike LB:]
Nothing good lasts, it will end in a minute
Love when you smile and I love when you winning
I need some help, on my lone and I’m thinking
Love when you smile and I love when you winning
I want your drugs and the love, I need both
I got some drugs in my Louis V coat
I pull up on niggas for racks that they owe
We outside for numbers and baby, they know

I pull my bitch to the side
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (More time)
I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)
I pull my bitch to the side
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (More time)
I pull my bitch to the side (My bitch to the side)
I wish I could see my nigga just one more time (Nigga, just one more time)

A Boogie Wit da Hoodie – Luv is Art Lyrics

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[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, if you hold me down, then I’m gonna hold you down
But if my money is gone, would you still be around?
I was one side over, I had to hold you down
Woah, woah, yeah
Okay, let’s get it now

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
And I was just up in Starlet’s, feel like a privilege now
Me and my boys so deep, no, we not sittin’ down
Yeah, I was one side over, I had to hold you down
And me and Bubba the only niggas goin’ round for round

[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
But if you hold me down, then I’m gonna hold you down
But if my money is gone, would you still be around?
I don’t know what you doin’ when I’m not around
You don’t know what I’m doin’, when I’m out of town
The last time I fucked you, you was mad
I was rubbin’ lotion on your body and your ass
Bought you a whole bunch of fly shit so you can brag
And when your friends talk about me, you be so mad
But, you know my body, girl, you know me
You know my body, girl, you know me
Yeah, yeah, you already felt it
And I already seen you naked
But girl don’t make me re-up

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
And I was just up in Starlet’s, feel like a privilege now
Me and my boys so deep, no, we not sittin’ down
Yeah, I was one side over, I had to hold you down
And me and Bubba the only niggas goin’ round for round

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
And this VV gang pull up in a lemon coupe
He got SI’s in this chain, he mixin’ up his jewels
And you done fucked on my gang, so I’m not lovin’ you
You cannot fuck up my name, so I’m not cuffin’ you

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
And I was just up in Starlet’s, feel like a privilege now
Me and my boys so deep, no, we not sittin’ down
Yeah, I was one side over, I had to hold you down
I used to hold you down

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, uh, niggas go out sad, that is pitiful (Woah)
Yeah, got some shooters, I swear they’ll get rid of you (Bow, bow)
Yeah, grown men always tryna pick at you
I got a Glock, if you get shot, I’ll show you what this stick’ll do
If you was the one that was in my shoes, you prolly would risk it too (Woah)
I must got God on my side, ’cause these niggas be missin’ you
You isn’t me, poppin’ somethin’, two up in me
Got my boys in the stu’ up with me and we still poppin’ shit like an inner tube

[Bridge: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
You told me you froze up
All I did was kiss you on your shoulder
I do it every time I bone her
And she get upset when I don’t post her
But you the one that make me fold up
Under pressure like I stole some’
And I can’t lie, I want you closer
And I would never go expose her

[Outro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
But if you hold me down, then I’m gonna hold you down
But if my money is gone, would you still be around?
I don’t know what you doin’ when I’m not around?
And you don’t know what I’m doin’ when I’m out of town

Headie One – Charades Lyrics (feat. Fred Again..)

[Intro]
Yo Fred, been dealin’ with a few situations out ‘ere man
But, I’m just sorting it all out, that’s why I’ve been a bit quiet
And then… yeah, I’m active again
You say One
Headie, One
Headie, One (One)
Headie, One
One

[Chorus]
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are
Them man ain’t really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin’ their arms
It come like man been playin’ Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, I’m recordin’ in France
They talk like they are
(Turn, turn, turn
Told me turn
They told me turn)

[Verse 1]
All I know is money and beef
Don’t think I left it all in the past
How these opp boys say they want beef
But they ain’t got bread, that’s all in their arse
All my young boys like ten or nine
Guess they all wanna chart
Skengs, Rambos, flickys
We got them all in the car
How many man have the gangdem got?
How many time man do it all bait on the mains?
Go wish that man’s not hot
Still do it in a coat like Big Shaq got
Just done it in my hoody
Four door swervin’, no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn)
I hope I ain’t got ’bout the judge, no Judy

[Chorus]
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are
Them man ain’t really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin’ their arms
It come like man been playin’ Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, I’m recordin’ in France
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are
Them man ain’t really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin’ their arms
It come like man been playin’ Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, I’m recordin’ in France

[Verse 2]
(Turn-turn-turn)
All I know is money and beef
Don’t think I left it all in the past
Them man there different to ours
Couldn’t see them, we leave them to last
My young boy was slackin’ in the T
I just gave him a kick up the arse
Focus, workrate, progress
Put in that work then he’s up
How many man have the gangdem got?
How much residue in my pot?
How much pressure did we put on opps?
How many times did we out the lot?
Feds tryna find my spot
Man tryna right my wrongs
So I just write a song

[Bridge]
Two bad B’s in the seat, me in the middle
Two Rambo’s, symmetary, me in the middle
Rose gold with the VV’s in the middle
D&G, had to throw me a jeans in the middle
I know feds hate to see me winnin’
They just wanna see me in the system
All of those times it was [?], now we litty
Cah my Laurent from [?] I be able to
Two bad B’s in the seat, me in the middle
Two Rambo’s, symmetary, me in the middle
Rose gold with the VV’s in the middle
D&G, had to throw me a jeans in the middle
I just done it in my hoody
Four door swervin’, no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn)
I hope I ain’t got ’bout the judge, no Judy

[Chorus]
Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car
Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are
Them man ain’t really got no arms
It come like they just been foldin’ their arms
It come like man been playin’ Charades
The way man talk with them arms
One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh
Next day, I’m recordin’ in France

[Outro]
Talk like they are
Foldin’ their arms
One
Talk with them arms

704chop – Flawless Lyrics

[Intro]
Palaze, what you cookin’?

[Chorus]
I’m rockin’ VV’s in my chain, flawless, gang
But can’t none of these diamonds bring my nigga back
And I ain’t never make up, but that’s on my mama
I look up in the stars, see the silhouette
I’m heartbroken, I’m dealing with calmin’, no
Sometimes got me feeling like I’m still attached
Straight out the gutter where I came like a sewer rat
I gave the game all my life, I can’t get it back

[Verse]
I’m paranoid now, the game came with all that
Twenty thousand on the chain, came from Johnny
They lookin’ at me like I made it out, finally
I’m at the top with the greatest, where I’m tryna be
At 3:05 with a vibe in Miami, lying blue eyes, acting like she understand me
Swear she gon’ ride with my pride in the backseat
I know she lying, but I’m blind to attachment
I wet your bro yesterday, I ain’t have shit
Thinkin’ ’bout my niggas that been gone from they families
We came from nothing, probably why they don’t understand me
From kickin’ in the front door to countin’ up the backends
And we ain’t goin’ back to broke, ’cause that’s past tense
Came up on my own, on all ten how I’m standing
Even when they tried to do me wrong, I still dealt with it
(Even when they tried to do me wrong, I still dealt with it)

[Chorus]
I’m rockin’ VV’s in my chain, flawless, gang
But can’t none of these diamonds bring my nigga back
And I ain’t never make up, but that’s on my mama
I look up in the stars, see the silhouette
I’m heartbroken, I’m dealing with calmin’, no
Sometimes got me feeling like I’m still attached
Straight out the gutter where I came like a sewer rat
I gave the game all my life, I can’t get it back
I’m rockin’ VV’s in my chain, flawless, gang
But can’t none of these diamonds bring my nigga back
And I ain’t never make up, but that’s on my mama
I look up in the stars, see the silhouette
I’m heartbroken, I’m dealing with calmin’, no
Sometimes got me feeling like I’m still attached
Straight out the gutter where I came like a sewer rat
I gave the game all my life, I can’t get it back

Lil Tjay – Decline Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Tjay]
Pipe that shit up, TNT
No, no (Hemmie, turn that beat up⁠— Yeah)
Lil Tjay, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
He might treat you better, however, this what you fail to remember
You know I’m stacking my cheddar, you know I be there whenever
I’m in L.A., what’s the vibe? This dope got me in the skies (Yeah)
So when you call me, don’t assume that I’ll be pressing decline
When you call me, don’t assume that I’ll be pressing decline
If you call me, don’t assume that I’ll be pressing decline (Oh, no)
I don’t be pressing decline
Just so much be on my mind

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
Keep it low so they won’t know, let’s go somewhere they won’t go
Fuck all that taking it slow, right now, I’m letting you know
Run up, I’m letting it blow, they tryna cash in my life
So if you really by my side, I hope you’re ready to ride
Been through this many times
You my brother, you stick by me every time
Always there, nigga acting funny, he gon’ let it fly
But I’m just tryna teach you little bits of me, yeah
I’m right here, right now, but this ain’t where I plan to be
Should be somewhere overseas, touring and getting cheese
But I’m right here in the town, always moving around
I was down, down, down, down, down, down
Mama proud, proud, proud, proud, proud, proud
Look at me now, I’m gripped enough, don’t try to book me now
I’m the youngest nigga making noise out the Boogie Down
I was down, down, down, down, down, down
Mama proud, proud, proud, proud, proud, proud
Smoking GT out the pound, laughing ’cause he a clown
Woulda had a cap and gown if Smelly was still around
But it’s pain in me, thinking about it make me get so angry
Hang with me, riding ’round town with the gang
Girl, I fuck with you, you should know exactly where you stand
I’m only saying the truth, so serious, I ain’t playin’
And I’m speeding like the fast and furious, music playin’
In the telly, I’ma play with your clitoris while you layin’
Don’t you understand what I’m sayin’?
If I fall off and lose my bands, baby, is you stayin’?
Or maybe I don’t understand half the shit I’m facin’
No time to be patient, I see my mama, I’m ’bout to cry on stage

[Chorus: Lil Tjay & Lil Baby]
He might treat you better, however, this what you fail to remember
You know I’m stacking my cheddar, you know I be there whenever
I’m in L.A., what’s the vibe? This dope got me in the skies (Yeah)
So when you call me, don’t assume that I’ll be pressing decline
When you call me, don’t assume that I’ll be pressing decline
If you call me, don’t assume that I’ll be pressing decline (Oh, no)
I don’t be pressing decline
Just so much be on my mind (Baby)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Only time I press decline if I know you ain’t on shit
And I always try to catch a vibe, but you ain’t ever on shit
In Miami we went slip and slide, went deeper than the ocean
I’m the type of guy that’s always fly and gon’ keep me some motion
I can’t fuck around with the other side ’cause they be on some ho shit
I’m wearing Cartier to cover my eyes, I’m staying focused
Money coming in, I get high, tryna stay low-key
The lawyers say, “We going to trial, we don’t take no pleas”
Back then, we steal cars, we ain’t had no keys
Modern days, we drive foreign, they come with no keys
Watch came with VV’s, see me on TV
Back stage with RiRi, my life on repeat
I be grinding so hard I be forgetting to eat
Pull up everyday around the world, I don’t get no sleep
Turned to a monster like I damn near don’t know me
I don’t care for listening, you gon’ have to show me

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
He might treat you better, however, this what you fail to remember
You know I’m stacking my cheddar, you know I be there whenever
I’m in L.A., what’s the vibe? This dope got me in the skies (Yeah)
So when you call me, don’t assume that I’ll be pressing decline
When you call me, don’t assume that I’ll be pressing decline
If you call me, don’t assume that I’ll be pressing decline (Oh, no)
I don’t be pressing decline
Just so much be on my mind

Yo Gotti – Pose Lyrics

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[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Photo shoot, yeah
Flash, flash, flash, flash

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Uzi Vert]
You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresher body [?] to the check
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VV’s and the chain is lookin’ wet
Deposit, I ain’t hit account yet
Shit ain’t verified, like my check
Hold up, pose (Yeah)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose, pose, pose, it’s a photo shoot (Yeah, I am I am, I am I am)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Dope boy, I’m on Polaroid
Photo’s make me paranoid
Bitch open up her camera phone (Hold on hold on)
This that shit I be tryna avoid (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain’t tryna make no blog with you (Blog with you)
Hoe, I ain’t walkin’ to the mall with you (Aye not me)
Took her out on the radio
I should take a picture, you got the log with you
Sendin’ me pictures and they X rated (X rated)
Word on the street that my ex hate it (Ex hate it)
You doin’ lame shit and I’m irritated (Fuck nigga)
I don’t do no fuck shit, I’m a haters baby (Yum)
She wanna eat the dick on camera (Camera)
Pussy bald head, like Amber (Rose)
[?]this a camel toe, photo shoot

[Interlude: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Uzi Vert]
You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresher body [?] to the check (Yuh)
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VV’s and the chain is lookin’ wet (What)
Deposit, I ain’t hit account yet (Yuh)
Shit ain’t verified, like my check (Let’s go)
Hold up, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, Lil Uzi

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fucked that bitch try fee on it
Uh-uh, best put the free on it (Yeah)
If it’s ’bout money, then we on it (Whoa)
Water on my neck, you could ski on it (Oh)
You can’t unthaw these diamonds, put the heat on it (What)
I was layin’ on my bed while she dreamed on it (Yeah)
Man, I touched that thing back, put my knee on it (Yeah)
Man, my shoes was too fresh with my feet on it (Whoa!)
Went to the jeweler, top of the morning
24 hours, then I was sorted (Let’s go)
You was not locked up, you was in holding
I know some niggas got life and they posin’
All in they picture, she know I’m richer
Yeah that her nigga, look at my wrist-er
Heard you flew sicker, I do not miss her
She not enough, I need her friend
I feel like Trisha, totaled my car
I cannot fix her, she pose for the pic (Skrt)
Make the bitch lick it, I got a lamb
I got a fist, she ride of my dick like it’s a RipStik
Smack on her bottom like that shit a mystic (Yeah)
I’m 30 M’s in, still in the trenches
I went to the dentist cause I’m a menace
Fucked the old cougar just for her pension

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose (Whoa)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, hold up, pose (Yeah)

Quando Rondo – Neighborhood Hero Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ooh, uh, ayy
Quando Rondo, nigga
Relly Made
(They locked up my nigga Pablo, they hit him with a RICO
Spin on they block with my sawed-off, but keep that on the D-low
Lil’ shawty look just like a model, a neighborhood hero
I fuck with… lil’ mama, I fuck with her people)

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 1]
I really came from the trenches, I had to grind to get it
I got no love for these bitches, I gotta chase these benjis
I came from posted on the corner grippin’ on extensions
Spin on they block, I’ma let off some shots
And I swear I won’t leave ’til somebody be missin’
I don’t know how to park that brand new Bentley
Got the gears unlocked, that’s why they envy
Got a real big bag, if you want it, I’ll spend it
I come from the trenches, they call me Lil Dangerous
They must’ve said you know I sent it
Got a real big Glock and the clip extended
No overlap mall, I shop at Lenox
On the dope boy block, drip in Givenchy
She want Chanel on her feet, brand new Louis V
We just spent a load at Christian D, we don’t do Gucci
We can go and make a lil’ movie, is you here with me?
I don’t know why the fuck you do just what you do to me, woah

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Verse 2]
Speak on my name, don’t even know me, just make sure you speakin’ facts
I’m nothin’ like them broke kids, baby, I’ma spend them racks
Every time them hitters miss, I drop ten bands, they spinnin’ back
I’m never trippin’ ’bout the pack, I lose it then get it right back
Got Bonnie and Doja, that Doja smoke just like some crack
And every time I count the green and load the clip, she pour my Act’
She’s nothin’ like these other hoes, she know to throw it back
She look at me just like a boss, I drip that sauce, she dig my swag

[Chorus]
I put some VV’s in my teeths and that shit cost a kilo
Spin on they block for like a week, but keep that on the D-low
I’ma put some pennies in the streets just to feed my lil’ people
My youngin up Miami heat at the three just like D-Rose
I know, she know, he know
But he don’t know I know, we know
I know, he know, she know
But they don’t know I know
I know she know, but keep that on the D-low
He know I know, I fuck ’round with her people
I know, oh, that neighborhood hero
I know, I don’t know, my neck below zero

[Outro]
I fucked around her people
But keep that on the D-low
The neighborhood hero
I know, he know, she know

NAV – Snap Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You found out your girlfriend is a thot-ho (Thot, thot)
I found out my penthouse on the top floor (On the top)
Still the same person, I just shop more (I’m the same)
Elliante diamonds, we don’t shop gold
These rappers say they real, but they not, though (Not, though)
They say they got VV’s but they not, though (Not, though)
How you say you ballin’ with no guap, though? (Broke)
Seven people sleepin’ at your spot, though (What you mean?)
When you goin’ up they suck your dick for clout (Suck it-suck it)
When you goin’ down they quick to throw you out
Change my number, I don’t wanna hang out (Fuck ’em all)
Catch me by myself with all my chains out

[Chorus]
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
Bentley Mulsannes, Maybachs back-to-back (Skrrt-skrrt)
Brand new AP and the diamonds (Yes) came attached (Bling)
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
They dream girl callin’ me and I ain’t callin’ back (Click)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap

[Verse 2]
Misleading all the kids, they sellin’ dreams
They ain’t even got a crib but they got Amiri jeans
They ain’t did the shit they said, ain’t what it seems
Don’t believe nothing they say, that watch don’t cost a hundred G’s (Yeah)
I could lose her ten times, still get my bitch back (Get her back)
Flooded out Phillipe, feel like I got my wrist back (Wrist back)
Used to wear Supreme, now it’s designer mismatch (Yup)
Women-sized Balencis, didn’t think I could fit that
Lord, forgive me for my sins, if they catch me then I’m done
When you come from where I’m from, always gotta keep a gun (Yeah)
Only brown boy in the game, watch me ball with no assists
Got a Bimmer on my wrist, spent a iPad on my kicks

[Chorus]
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
Bentley, Mulsannes, Maybachs back-to-back (Skrrt-skrrt)
Brand new AP and the diamonds (Yes) came attached (Bling)
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
They dream girl callin’ me and I ain’t callin’ back (Click)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap

[Outro]
They abusing, no cap
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap (No cap)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat (Hundred flat, flat)
Plenty moves made, Maybachs back-to-back
They dream girl callin’ and-
No cap
No cap
No cap

Future – Ain’t Coming Back Lyrics

[Intro]
The Wizard
Some things out of my control
Gotta stay in my zone
Know what I’m sayin’
I just told Richie we rich
Woo

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Verse 1]
Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah
Difference, I done fucked a few stars, yeah
Probably know a couple names on the list
Some you don’t know, they anonymous
Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss
Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah
I don’t need no stylist, I can dress myself (I don’t need a stylist)
Gotta watch the diamonds and they match the belt
Tryna give advice, need to help yourself
Tryna save me, need to save yourself
I can hear the hate even if I’m deaf
You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish, nigga
Jealous of my wrist and my diamonds
Jealous ’cause these hoes out here wildin’, yeah, yeah
They say I’m the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah
They say I’m the one that can excite ’em (You the one)

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah (I’m so different)
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Verse 2]
Bitch went to the ‘Gram to write a book (Why she do that?)
Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands)
Don’t you judge me off mistakes I’ve made
Talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For live)
Wrist rocky, talkin’ V-V-V’s
Bitches suckin’ out my energy
She’ll fuck my brother for the currency
Dawg ho, and these dawgs ain’t free
Never on the shelf, always fresh to death
I don’t need a stylist, I can dress myself
Drugs in my system, don’t play it fair
Bitches take advantage, know I need help

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Outro]
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

Kodak Black – Testimony Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m God-sent, I know I’m God-sent
I swear ‘fore God
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Now, I done overcame so much obstacles
Came up from up under so much rocks and shit
Even though I be out here schemin’ like a demon semen
I know I’m God-sent
This gotta be God

[Verse 1]
I’m God-sent, like He sent me up so I can relay these messages
Like He use me as his vessel, like He use me as an instrument
They locked me in a box, they hate how God just keep on blessin’ me
They locked me in a box, I pray to God this ain’t my destiny
I don’t drink no lean, I’m sippin’ on holy water like this my medicine
I’m a livin’ testimony, every album like a testament
Everything I went through made me who I am ’cause he be testin’ me
So I’m breakin’ bread with all my fam ’cause I don’t take no ecstasy
I done sacrificed my niggas ’cause none of my niggas see the best in me
They want me slingin’ metal like the Devil, but I’m Heaven-sent
My brother, my mother, and Alex fuck my daddy ’cause he neglected me
I’m 20 years old, but I act like I been here before, like I’m a veteran
He speak this shit through me like I’m a prophet, but I’m a reverend
Put my blood, sweat and tears in all these lyrics ’cause this my Exodus
I’m dyin’ so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it
I’m dyin’ so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it

[Chorus]
Ayy, blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
I’m stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby

[Verse 2]
I just shot a nigga, now I can’t sleep
My brother, he just washed me down with bleach, oh
Project baby, snotty nose, head peezy
Now everybody ’round the world tryna be me
Miss my niggas, hope they see me on the TV
I’m on Instagram showin’ off my VV’s
You won’t understand that this wasn’t easy
I been walkin’ ’round with my head peezy
Shot a nigga, took a shower with the bleach, Yahweh
Mama, I fell victim to the streets, I’m sorry
I’m in middle school; sellin’ weed in the hallway
I was skippin’ school, got in beef, started robbin’
Jackboy, that’s my G, we like Batman and Robin
God, I know you lookin’ out for me through the darkness

[Chorus]
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
I’m stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby

6ix9ine – TIC TOC lyrics

Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
She on my drip drop
She ain’t never went both ways, but I made them lip lock
Left her at the condo for days, she was at the tip top
Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked
I been drinkin’ all this lean, I know I need to stop
Hoppin’ out of stolen cars, and we shoot chops and opps
Two flooded out Rolexes, they don’t tick or tock
Lemme catch your lil’ shorty, she gettin’ picked apart
Everything up to par

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets
I got my whole team flooded
Saks Off Fifth, I’m with your bitch
She buying everything I wanted
She fly me out to Waikiki
LV all on her bikini
Take her money, go Houdini
I call her when I want eat-eat
On my feet, you see them CC’s
Neck and ears, you see them VV’s
On my jeans, you see them GG’s
Treat that bitch like she a fefe
Big body Benz, that’s beep-beep
Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep
That bitch know she a freak-freak
And the pussy staying on leak-leak

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

Aminé – CHINGY Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Hey!

[Chorus]
VV’s on my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing
VV’s in my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing

[Verse 1]
Ooh, yeah
Bodies on bodies on bodies
Saw that she called me, she said that she want me
I tell her come through and she leaving the party
Taking it down, couple of rounds
Bitch I’m Aminé, you know it’s allowed
Checkin’ my ‘count, make sure it’s right
Spending it once and I’m makin’ it twice (true)
Nigga who are you (yuh)
What’s your avenue (yuh)
Oh you know so-and-so (whoo)
Okay, then you cool (brr)
Silly me, silly me, you don’t know this luxury
Pussy tastes like sorbet
Tee-WaTT, I need more bass

[Chorus]
VV’s on my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing
VV’s in my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man (yeah)
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing

[Verse 2]
At the hotel, and I’m chilling
Bitch, she alone, I made me a couple million (racks)
Pay me like the movies do (yuh)
Heaven sent like Charlie’s boo (whoo)
Bad bitch look like Lucy Liu (true)
We could make a movie too
Okay okay (yuh yuh)
Okay okay (yuh)
In my face like Cena so this mula be my soulmate (true)
Tuition in my mouth, your check on my neck (yuh)
Phone off you can’t locate
Tee-WaTT I need more bass

G Herbo – Everything (Remix) (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Chance The Rapper)

[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Yeah, hit the scene, so fresh, so mothafuckin’ clean (Herbo, okay, Herbo)
And my car so fast, it’s leavin’ everything (Herbo, everything)
I love you so, mama, and thank you for everything (everything)
And you know, mama, I was doin’ everything
Usin’ guns, ecstasy, I’m on extra lean
In the hood I’m sellin’ molly, raw, everything (what you need?)
Heroin, we crushin’ Tylenol, everything
Weed, soft, everything
Hit the mall, 50 G’s, and I bought everything
Plug just like Tom Brady, boy, I caught everything
My Uncle a gangster, I’m the one he taught everything
You can’t be my lady, sneaky bitch, I saw everything

[Chorus: G Herbo]
"Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything
"What you gon’ do with that gun?" (Bow) Bitch, everything
"What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything
"If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?" (Huh?) Bitch, everything

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Everything on you phony (phony)
Niggas lie ’bout everything, put it on they homies (what?)
Hatin’ ass nigga, you want everything on me
Swervo saucy, everything got double Gs, don’t it
Italian beef with everything, extra cheese on it
I done iced out everything, them VV’s on it (ayy, Herbo)
I done tried everything, except coke and dope (hah)
I done fired everything, .40s blow the most (bow)
Seen dead bodies, everything, so I drove the Ghost (skrrt)
Told that bitch take off everything, I ain’t even close (I ain’t even close)
Took everything in me not to close your fuckin’ door (not to close your fuckin’ door)
Barney’s on me, everything, everything boss
Everything exhaust

[Chorus: G Herbo]
"Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything (uh huh)
"What you gon’ do with that gun?" (Bow) Bitch, everything (uh huh)
"What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything (uh huh)
"If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?" (uh huh) Bitch, everything

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yuh, everything (everything)
My new whip, that bitch, it came with everything (everything)
I’ma turn that boy into a heavy stain (bow, bow)
Whippin’ up that dope, yeah, that’s that heavy cream (whip it)
I been fuckin’ on your bitch since I was 17 (17)
Even though my Glock hold 30, this a 17 (yeah)
Chop it, whole thing from the Medellín (uh)
My old gun, that shit was dirty but I kept it clean
Mask off, remember me
Extra button on the back ’cause my Uzi a lemon squeeze
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, swag swag swag, that’s my disease
Fuck her once, I gotta leave, smokin’ dope, I’m Japanese
Fucked her in the master suite, I ball like an athlete

[Chorus: G Herbo]
"Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything
"What you gon’ do with that gun?" Bitch, everything
"What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything
"If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?" Bitch, everything

[Verse 4: Chance The Rapper]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I gotta do everything
Model, DJ, do hair, everything, babysit, strip, run skrips everything
Doctor said, "What hurts?" said, "Everything" (Huh)
Somersault, nigga, you done been in every gang (yih, yih)
Shaun Livingston, you done been on every team (yih, yih)
Knew the game, still you gave that bitch a wedding ring (huh)
I took her number, gave her NuvaRing
And never rang, never give ’em everything
Chano what you do for fun? Smoke a blunt
Spades with the jokers, playin’ poker
Me and Oprah just might go for lunch
Fishin’ with some bitches where they breakin’ open coconuts
Shoppin’, goin’ postal, ain’t been local since we opened up (since we opened up)

[Chorus: G Herbo]
"Herbo, what you do for fun?" Bitch, everything
"What you gon’ do with that gun?" Bitch, everything
"What kind of drugs you wanna run?" Bitch, everything
"If you die what you gon’ leave your mom?" Bitch, everything

Young Chop – Cant Hear You letras

[Hook]
I’ve been hustling, get to it like the rent’s due
I’ve been fucking up that check, I can’t hear you
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
I’m speaking guapanese nigga for them broke boys
I’ve been fucking up that check, (Beep) that’s my favorite noise
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking

[Verse 1]
I’m counting so much money that my thumbs hurt
And your bitch suck on my dick until her tongue hurt
And I’m smoking on that pound of marijuana
I fuck that bitch one time and do not call her
If that check ain’t ’bout a mil I do not want it
If that check ain’t ’bout a mil I do not want it
Nigga you know I’m getting a lot of fucking commas
I flex so hard do this shit like every summer
[Bridge]
It ain’t no need for talking
The streets gon’ vouch for me
It ain’t no need for talking
Yeah my semi talk for me
It ain’t no need for talking
Pussy nigga I got a heater
It ain’t no need for talking
You fuck nigga ain’t want no beef

[Hook]
I’ve been hustling, get to it like the rent’s due
I’ve been fucking up that check, I can’t hear you
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
I’m speaking guapanese nigga for them broke boys
I’ve been fucking up that check, (Beep) that’s my favorite noise
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking

[Verse 2]
Fifteen hunnid’ for my fucking red bottoms
Christian Louis Vuitton nigga that’s where I bought em’
Pussy nigga ran up on me then we shot him
All these weirdo ass niggas don’t want no problems
I just spent ten K on my lemonade
VV diamonds on my shit, that’s my pinky ring
And my Rollie cost a motherfucking Bentley mane’
Did I forget to mention I just copped that Bentley thang’?

[Bridge]
It ain’t no need for talking
The streets gon’ vouch for me
It ain’t no need for talking
Yeah my semi talk for me
It ain’t no need for talking
Pussy nigga I got a heater
It ain’t no need for talking
You fuck nigga ain’t want no beef

[Hook]
I’ve been hustling, get to it like the rent’s due
I’ve been fucking up that check, I can’t hear you
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
I’m speaking guapanese nigga for them broke boys
I’ve been fucking up that check, (Beep) that’s my favorite noise
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking