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Tory Lanez – D.N.D. Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, bitch
Brrah, headcrack
[Chorus]
Do not disturb me
Know you thirsty ass bitches gon’ be thirsty
Know you hatin’ ass niggas wanna murk me
All of my exes don’t deserve me
Curve them same way them bitches curved me
[Verse 1]
Red and purple, Vince Carter on the jersey
Keep a bad lil’ mamacita lookin’ curvy
My 40 Glock Milly Rockin’ it’s movin’ sturdy
If she ain’t fuckin’ me proper, I do her dirty
‘Bout to fuck this older chick, she in her thirties
Keep an FN and a stick for every journey
You want this dick, lil’ mama, you gotta earn it
Phone airplane mode, don’t disturb me
Walkin’ Birkin then I’m telling my lil’ bitch to ball
All that low money budget shit turn my bitches off
She got a taste of the sauce, look how it drip, baby
She see a young nigga ballin’
[Chorus]
Do not disturb me
Know you thirsty ass bitches gon’ be thirsty
Know you hatin’ ass niggas wanna murk me
All of my exes don’t deserve me
Curve them same way them bitches curved me
[Verse 2]
And you heard me
Took my style and now you need to reimburse me
I see the police, they wanna serve me
But none of that fuck shit don’t concern me
Go ‘head, drop that ass, pop the tag
The bag Chanel, she got to brag
She got a man, she cuffed, my bad
She let me touch it, lil’ Tory lucky, ayy
Lambo doors, gave ’em no mercy
She don’t smoke with me, but she take a Perky
I’m ’bout to wax, lil’ mama, my vision blurry
Phone airplane mode, do not disturb
[Chorus]
Do not disturb me
Know you thirsty ass bitches gon’ be thirsty
Know you hatin’ ass niggas wanna murk me
All of my exes don’t deserve me
Curve them same way them bitches curved me

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Blacc Zacc – Time Again Lyrics

Lil’ nigga, just stay in yo’ place
Big bag only thing I chase, big bag, gon’ beat the case
Time and time and time, I’m thuggin’
I told that bitch, “Let’s turn a hundred to a Benz”
I can’t pretend to give a f**k if you get in
And when I hit her, I won’t see that bitch again
CEO motherf**ker
[Chorus]
Time and time and time, I’m thuggin’
I told that bitch I can’t f**k her and her friend
Ayy, this a coupe, you can’t ride in this Benz
I front you, but you thought we were friends
Two Glocks, two twins, brand new black FN’s
Swim in the water like a fin, in the Hellcat f**kin’ two twins, ayy, uh
Time and time and time, I’m thuggin’
I told that bitch I can’t f**k her and her friend [Intro]
Run that back, P
[Chorus]
Time and time and time, I’m thuggin’
I told that bitch I can’t f**k her and her friend
Ayy, this a coupe, you can’t ride in this Benz
I front you, but you thought we were friends
Two Glocks, two twins, brand new black FN’s
Swim in the water like a fin, in the Hellcat f**kin’ two twins, ayy, uh
Time and time and time, I’m thuggin’
I told that bitch I can’t f**k her and her friend
[Verse 1]
Got a, got a, got a Cali bitch, San Frediano chick, she the shit, ayy
Philly bitch, when she eat that dick, she don’t miss
Got a camel toe, she from Idaho, that’s my ho
That Seattle ho, yeah, that bitch on go, f**k my bros
My Miami bitch on some Haitian shit, these Boral bricks
Got a New York chick on some gangster shit, she shakin’ shit
Pay the full shit, Ace Boogie shit, no bullshit
Baton Rouge bitch, that’s my hood bitch, keep full clips
My lil’ bitch from Arkansas, she gon’ play it raw
She down for the cost, so I make that bitch a boss
These diamonds ain’t no flaw, my lil’ bitch from Panama
She know that I’m a dog, I gotta tell her when she call, ayy
[Chorus]
Time and time and time, I’m thuggin’
I told that bitch I can’t f**k her and her friend
Ayy, this a coupe, you can’t ride in this Benz
I front you, but you thought we were friends
Two Glocks, two twins, brand new black FN’s
Swim in the water like a fin, in the Hellcat f**kin’ two twins, ayy, uh
Time and time and time, I’m thuggin’
I told that bitch I can’t f**k her and her friend
[Verse 2]
Still the richest in the state, run my city like Drake
So high, I’m smoking on grapes, f**k around and spit my Drac’
You can come up, it ain’t too late, it you get caught, nigga, don’t faint
Black flock go hard on the paint, make a deal on the plate, I can’t
f**k around and broke the safe, can’t stop on the new C8
You can hate, but it’s way too late, yeah, you hate ’cause we can’t relate
Why them diamonds on you look fake?

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Youngboy Never Broke Again – Knocked Off Lyrics

[Intro]
Who made this shit? Just show me somethin’
I got killers on Front Street and we ain’t runnin’
How I come through, shawty, she don’t want no other
Pull up and we thuggin’, buckin’, clutchin’ on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me
We gon’ get him knocked off
These bitch niggas don’t wan’ rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don’t want you, I got cake now
You wasn’t loyal, you couldn’t stay down
I don’t want you in my way now
[Outro]
Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat We puttin’ you to sleep in your bed
On the bottom the nine, I just put a beam, everything be infrared
Talk like Top, get on these meds
Get out your top, we bust your head
Catch him bad, hop out and spray
Jump out and we slumped his ass
They can’t run, we on they ass
[Chorus]
I’m like who want beef? I got rifles, Dracos, and pistols, blow up a tank
On my lil’ boy, nigga
[Chorus]
I’m like who want beef? Just show me somethin’
I got killers on Front Street and we ain’t runnin’
How I come through, shawty, she don’t want no other
Pull up and we thuggin’, buckin’, clutchin’ on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me
We gon’ get him knocked off
These bitch niggas don’t wan’ rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don’t want you, I got cake now
You wasn’t loyal, you couldn’t stay down
I don’t want you in my way now
[Verse 2]
Can’t help you see I’m rich, yeah
Say the wrong thing and you bent
We got FN’s and Glock 10s, ten millimeter
YoungBoy hot and I done broke the meter
All this money got me blind, I don’t know these people, yeah
She wan’ be with me, I just won’t date her, won’t date her, go
She wan’ talk, girl, I don’t have no data, no data, no
I stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, woah
Bitch, I keep that stick, but don’t play pool, I let it blow
I just tried to kill another nigga the other day
I just got another half a million up in my bank
Pussy nigga, we ain’t never slippin’, bitch, what you think? TayTay made the beat
Ayy, f**k all you niggas, yeah
Yeah, free Choppa Boy (You know the don dada, yeah)
We step on anything, and still steppin’, nigga (Look)
[Verse 1]
Went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, nigga
Gang, I been tryna leave ’em blank, this on your noggin, nigga
I got juveniles who steppin’, totin’ on dirty pistols, yeah
All my niggas out here spinnin’, tryna leave a nigga dead
f**k nigga, what you said?

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Quilly – Been Wavy Lyrics (feat. Spade O)

We can have it here
Doors on the McLaren, whip look like it got Rabbit ears
You see, we don’t do the chatter here, it don’t really matter here
Your blood could get splattered here
My youngin’ had a face full of tatted tears
Now, we got years, cuz a couple niggas’ ratted here
They goin’ up faster and faster
Sent to the moon like they work for NASA
Clowns in the town, they know homie not playin’
They might come around but, homie not stayin’
Uh, apply the full court pressure, fresh outta court
The Glock 40 on the dresser
I take heat to all the hot spots
Cookin’ in the kitchen, half the Chicken in the Croc pot
A quarter Mill in a lock box, she might ride the dick
But, she’ll never wheel the drop top
Bitch, I don’t have half a holla, you see my kicks
Cost a half a dollar
These ain’t MJ’s or ballin’ sneaks, they LV or Balmain sneaks
See, we all can eat, a couple points for my side dishes
Your main joints, they my side bitches
You wanna eat, you can ride wit us
You wanna beef, then, collide wit us
Uh, On Dek is who I’m ridin’ for
They new wave got em jumpin’ off the diving board f**ked money up, got back, still stuntin’
You in line waiting on the new J’s, J’s on my line
I ain’t sleep in 2 days
Got your lil’ bitch on me, I’m your boo fav
Go head and tell your grandma, I’m the new wave
I could put you on your feet, put you on game
You be wit a 100 niggas and, they’re all lame
If your money fold, that’s small change
Niggas’ livin’ wit they’re mom, buying Balmain
Check these niggas’, I got too
Don’t shoot me, shoot the niggas’ that shot you
Keep the FN just to calm my nerves
A-Town voice, better calm your bird
Said she wanna chill but, I kindly curve
Sippin’ on the lean, so i slightly swerved
Kick in your door wit Balenciagas or my Margielas
You thought they was Pradas
I get hot and hotter, my coka proper, add some Baking Soda
Stretch like Alibaba
Gained a lil weight but, a nigga still flexin’
Fake watch buster, come and check my VVS’s
Rollie on deck, On Dek on my necklace
Here to catch wreck if you niggas’ act reckless
On your mark, get set, ya’ll ain’t ready yet? This is what happen when you put a nigga on a Jet
From the jects, flow outta space like the Jetson’s
Spaceship, wit the top back; George Jefferson
Nigga rattin’, hangin’ in your hood, and, your lettin’ em
Not me, I’m checkin’ em, swish cheese, checkin’ em
100 on your head, you’re a lil’ nigga
You ain’t got more heart than my lil’ niggas’
Hitter masked up, he my Mascot
That’s a new car sittin’ in the glass pot
f**k a ladder, all I need is 1 shot, when your in the Spital
All the fun stop
Breakin’ up the work like Chop Shop
My old head got rich off of one block
Get a few million, that’s lord willin’
Make her catch the bus so she don’t catch feelins’
Work in the floor, guns in the ceilin’
Cops run in here, whole house gettin’ sentenced
O-Dog; I’ma Menace, niggas’ always start shit that they can’t finish
I done seen work, shed no tears
You a scared nigga, shootin’ outta fear
[Verse 2: Spade-O]
You want beef? [Verse 1: Quilly]
Drop back to back, no chill button
Murder these rappers, I’ma kill somethin’
I was on house arrest; still buzzin’
You can put a ring on her, and, she still f**kin’
How niggas’ strapped down and they’re still runnin’?

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Yo Gotti – Untrapped Lyrics

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[Intro]
These tears I cry sure won’t be the last (Ayy, rest in peace to Nip)
They will not be the last, no (Ayy, the album was done, I had to go back in on this shit)
‘Cause this pain inside (See, I feel even more trapped)
It never seems to pass me, I said it never seems to pass me by
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Where’d we start off? Niggas risk it all to put a nigga name in his song
Niggas fighting over blocks that we don’t even own
Leave the house to get a bag and never make it back home
Bulletproof truck, I’m full time rapping
I wasn’t living like this when I was still trapping
Son seen me shed a tear, he like, “Daddy, what happened?”
I’m like, “Daddy aight, but Daddy don’t know what’s gon’ happen”
Niggas rapping gangster lyrics and thinkin’ it’s cool
‘Til you the suspect or victim they post on the news
So the dope that you selling the dope that you use
Y’all made poppin’ pills cool, you niggas confused
I’m a true independent, you niggas should listen
Whether record label or not, I was investing my millions
I spent millions on my artists and did it consistently
If it ain’t real boss talk, nigga, watch how you mention me
Real estate, got a check, twenty mil on that
Thirty in the bank, I’m fifty off, I’m still at that
I seen a hundred bricks, I had a hundred Dracos with a hundred shots
But ’til I see that hundred mil’, I ain’t really did nothing, nigga
I ain’t impressed by a killer
I’m impressed by a hustler who’s taking care of his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in position to show ’em he love ’em
[Interlude]
‘Cause this pain inside (Ayy, you know I just moved to LA, right?)
It never seems to pass me, I said it never seems to pass me by (So I had to ride down Crenshaw just to see it for myself, damn)
So I thank you, said I thank you (Just got a call back home too, said shit ain’t lookin’ good)
Said I thank you (Just life)
For makin’ me a woman, oh
[Verse 2]
I just paid eight mil’ to the IRS
I don’t agree, but then again you can say I’m blessed
Late night, no sleep, you can say I’m stressed
Bruh called, say he fighting for his life, say less
Quarter mil’ to the lawyer, straight cash, no check
Never lied to my niggas, I’ma stand on that
I done cried to my niggas (Cried to my niggas)
‘Cause real brothers really love each other and nobody threats
I just went to Jay house, got hit with reality
I got a long way to go, for real, this shit baffling
Ninety mil’ on a crib and he not an athlete
If I don’t make it for my family, this shit gon’ be a tragedy
I’m tryna live life and make sure they proud of me
I give no energy to critics or niggas who doubted me
I’m a black-owned business owner, entrepreneur
We all from the gutter, from the mud, from the sewer
Send a text to Meek (Yeah), told him move safe (Safe)
Send a text to Youngsta (Youngsta), I’m checking on your case
Send a text to Bagg (Bagg), boy, you’re on your way (You’re outta here)
Don’t get caught up in these streets, you one hit away
I sat down with Bloc (What up?), told him, “You’re young, but you gotta take this shit serious” (You gotta)
Life ’bout more than guns, hoes, and a lot of jewelry (For real)
I just hope that they hearin’ me, I love these niggas dearly
They like, “Gotti, you changed,” yeah, I call it maturity
I gotta get to the bag, and these labels be fearing me
Five million in watches and no stones in the jewelry
FN on me, nigga, I’m securing security
I’m tryna get a hundred mil’, fuck facing a jury
[Outro]
(Said I thank you)
See, niggas think all this lil’ shit you doing cool (Said I thank you, for makin’ me a)
‘Til it’s you versus the motherfuckin’ federal government, nigga
Then what? How’d we go wrong? (Said I thank you)
Start telling every motherfuckin’ thing you know, huh? That ain’t a real nigga, that ain’t no gangster shit
All these niggas on Instagram posting they motherfuckin’ business and shit
Draco this, big sack that
And they gon’ be the first nigga to rat on a nigga, you know what I’m sayin’? This rich gangster shit forever
Fft, let me hear that
(These tears I cry sure won’t be the last
They will not be the last, no) (Said I thank you)
Then what you lil’ niggas gon’ do? Whole social media shit the police, nigga
When you niggas gon’ wake up, nigga? Nineteen, nigga still tellin’ on himself
Where they do that it?

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G Herbo – Summer Is Cancelled Lyrics

I’m inspiration for niggas who trappin’
Voice for the niggas who always get shot at
I’m living proof you can get off the block
It’s for every hood, I don’t care if you not black
[Interlude]
Man, do not get finessed
Even the best get finessed
I got finessed, that’s why I am the way I am
I ain’t callin’ muhf**ker no big shit, big who? How? [Intro]
How? Bitch, we been to war
I can’t, I dont talk that Chicago shit
I don’t know nun bout that
I know about everywhere I go I gotta have my muhf**kin’ gun period
I know about **** big homie —
I don’t call them niggas, “Big”, they ain’t my big homies
Them niggas ain’t never did shit but finesse me, for real
But what I’m telling you don’t get finessed
All them shorties that wanna beat a 100 — niggas up
Man, check niggas out
[Verse 1]
Come on, just think about it before you kill about it (Come on)
See what’s really ’bout it
Chill out and analyze, tell me how you feel about it (Feel)
But one thing about it, I’m really ’bout it
Did shit, ain’t trip about it, think about it, but we wasn’t just doing it to anybody (Nuh-uh)
Nigga, you don’t get no points for no innocent bodies (Goofy)
Pussy, you ain’t even hear who you shot at (Pussy)
In the jam, he grabbin’ a bitch to shield his body
All these new street niggas, they really rotten
Same niggas riding around, getting high outside, killed his bro with a smile, niggas really plottin’
Lot of niggas 2019, getting killed with they partners
And niggas stories mixed with they body language, don’t be adding up how they really rockin’
In that lil’ pouch, is something, arm reach where my Glock at (I got that)
Streets got me paranoid, what you staring for, pacing back and forth, I’ma need you to stop that
I could turn nothing to something, how you top that? Where’s my brother? f**k
La Música de Harry Fraud
[Verse 2]
I been from the snake pits, to a lion’s den
I was in a Benz, riding with my friends
Riding with FN’s, cried with my mans
Lives in each other’s hands, this is not pretend
I ain’t playing with emotions, I won’t show my hand (Uh-uh)
Give the hustle my devotion, so I know I can (Yeah)
I ain’t dealing with promotion, just so they know what I’m sayin’
Need the back end, eight to four hours before the show when I land
I hit a bug before school, bought three bags of chips and soda in the can
Now I’m getting 30 a show and the strip club just want me to show for a 10
All these millions touch my hands, that’s from taking chances
Oh, they telling me I’m the man? If I want something, it’s nothing, I could cop that
Humble, but you know my shit, I’ll pop that
Stand up straight in the Maybach, where the top at? How’d he save Chiraq? I ain’t even settle in yet
Gotta get a youngin’ together, they starve on the regular, uh
I came from sparkin’ competitors, my life was never no regular-degular
Way before records, etcetera, I was with felons and narcotic peddlers, uh
Tell them just weather the weather, the longer the storm then the better the grass gonna grow
We was in the middle of wars, had guns on our waist, we was selling our bags in the snow
But can’t live the street life forever, it’s bread or Berettas, I keep on telling ’em
For my niggas in jail and who bitches stopped reading them letters but kept on mailing them
Do this shit for the bottom, as long as I stay on top, I’ma keep y’all relevant, uh
[Outro]
For all my lil one’s, all my friends and family, everybody I love, everybody I call Blood, my people
Man, I catch y’all stupid ass out here tryna kick it on these blocks, I’m hot poppin’ out and hittin’ you in your shit
If I love you, I’m hittin’ you in your shit ’cause that shit over with
All them holes in the walls, all that weak ass shit where niggas putting them calls through, texting, all that goofy shit, man
Niggas gotta play it by the rules, man
People that’s losing they life for shiesty shit cause niggas is scared, niggas ain’t getting up tryna hit they man
Niggas shootin’ some craps and all kind of goofy shit and I can’t be a hypocrite
I can’t, you know, talk about nothin’ nobody doing, but all this shit is cancelled
Summer is cancelled How?

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Valee – Not Playin Lyrics

Lyrics from snippet
[Intro]
Nash effect, f**k nigga
[Verse]
My bitch rock Versace, man (Versace, man)
We just spent $600 at Hibachi, man
I’m ridin’ offsets, I’m not [?], man
I got dope bailed, don’t knock me, man (Don’t knock me)
I just been gettin’ neck, I think she broke it, man (She broke it, man)
I got old school, that bitch chokin’, man (It’s chokin’)
I got some loud dope, it sound like ODB (It’s ODB)
I’m rockin’ Saint Laurent, hope she notice me (Yeah)
My seats look like ice cream, nigga, ovaries (Yeah)
I’m still up off yesterday, that’s older geek (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m not no FN, ain’t no foldin’ me
These shoes came with bandaids ’cause they overbleed
My bitch purse is handmade, it’s from overseas (Purse is handmade, it’s from)
I got a thick one, man, and a fit one, man (And one fit one, fit one)
I got…

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Jay Fizzle – Blue Hunnids Lyrics (feat. Flippa)

Check out my gangster niggas, what it do? I come from the trenches, now everything’s new
I check out my trap, walk in, what it do? Need all my hundreds blue nigga, need all my hundreds blue
I popped me a new seal nigga, gotta pour more than a two
I stop in the hood, what it do? I come from the trenches, now everything’s new
I check out my trap, walk in, what it do? I come from the trenches, now everything’s new
I check out my trap, walk in, what it do? Check out my gangster niggas, what it do? Need all my hundreds blue nigga, need all my hundreds blue
I popped me a new seal nigga, gotta pour more than a two
I stop in the hood, what it do? Check out my gangster niggas, what it do? I come from the trenches, now everything’s new
I check out my trap, walk in, what it do? [Intro: Skippa Da Flippa & Jay Fizzle]
Whole gang
It’s Fizzle with me nigga
Big Grape
Flippa
[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
I don’t wear Fendi, chase after benjis, only Givenchy
I only call gangsters, I know they shootin’, they leavin’ no witness
You say that you slidin’, you know I’m ridin’
I am so geeked up I could be the pilot
Jump in the Wraith and I feel like I’m gliding
Drive with my knee, empty clip while I’m driving
Gotta keep at least twenty cash on me
I grip that stick when I’m feelin’ lonely
Red dot FN, you know that it’s on me
Ninth grade, I trapped dimes and nickels
I’m at the bando, it’s just me and Fizzle
Baby chopper and that bitch do a lip do
Bag large, the back end’s never little
I rap like a riddle (Flippa)
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Need all my hundreds blue nigga, need all my hundreds blue
I popped me a new seal nigga, gotta pour more than a two
I stop in the hood, what it do? Check out my gangster niggas, what it do? [Verse 2: Jay Fizzle]
Two bands for the shoes, I want twenty bands all blue
I f**ked the bitch, pass the bitch to my creew
Only with gangsters allowed in this room
Thousand dollar pack, got the racks in the roof
X and the bad bitches, your strap is food
I hit the blunt then I fly to the moon
Take your lil bitch then I give her back to you
A thousand blue hundreds bitch, that’s a half a mil
Brand new Rolls Royce bitch, that’s a half a deal
Pour a whole eight bitch, that’s a half a seal
Another thousand bows bitch, that’s another mil
[Chorus: Skippa Da Flippa]
Need all my hundreds blue nigga, need all my hundreds blue
I popped me a new seal nigga, gotta pour more than a two
I stop in the hood, what it do?

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$ilkmoney – My Potna Dem Lyrics

‘Cuz that’s just my perogative
Hang around a nigga that get loud
When the bitches come out
And now he wanna be talkative
Remember days we had nothin’ to plays nowhere to stay
Nothin’ to eat for weeks not a pot to piss
Life is like a box of chocolates
So I Glock hold a 30 of hollow tips
Better watch who you hang around my nigga ‘cuz I’ve seen it every one of your squad could switch
DB $B 32 72 nigga that’s my potna dem
G l o b e a b b nigga that’s my potna dem
Nigga DB $B 32 72 nigga that’s my potna dem
Nigga g l o b e a b b nigga that’s my potna dem
If a nigga want a verse I gotta send it in a hearse
With an invoice in that says fish across the homonym
I want the words with the FN hearse then threw a 50 in it lit then i tossed the pin
Semi autos crack the bitch
Like Demi Lovatos carphones call home for whenever we call it quits
And the carbon spit like a nigga when hach-tu and now the cartridge fit
Why y’all stick so close to each other that’s your brother not biologic that my potna dem
That my potna dem For my Potna I’ll sideline a nigga like Greg Popavitch
I might pop a bitch with some shit that’ll stop a wick
And make a nigga spin and do dolphin kick
Shit Ima be real nigga I just need me a bitch that like to pop a dick
DB $B 32 72 nigga that’s my potna dem
G l o b e a b b nigga that’s my potna dem
Nigga DB $B 32 72 nigga that’s my potna dem
Nigga g l o b e a b b nigga that’s my potna dem DB $
DB $
DB $B 32 72 nigga that’s my potna dem
G l o b e a bb nigga that’s my potna dem
Nigga DB $B 32 72 nigga that’s my potna dem
Nigga g l o b e a b b nigga that’s my potna dem
DB $B 32 72 nigga that’s my potna dem
G l o b e a b b nigga that’s my potna dem
Nigga DB $B 32 72 nigga that’s my potna dem
Nigga g l o b e a b b nigga that’s my potna dem
f**k dem’ niggas we ain’t squashin’ shit
Pick a bitch up then I drop the bitch
P o pimp I need money bitch so get on top of it
All that dope talk nigga we cognizant
Pick another discussion then topic switch
All I talk about is dope and money bitch why?

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Yungeen Ace – Society Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Chin up beats, you did it again
Menace to society where I came from (I ain’t even gon’ lie, they got me fucked up, though, ayy come here)
[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)
[Verse]
ATK, we ’bout business, we ’bout catchin’ them bodies
We the reason to call my side, we the reason they hiding
Just got some brand new artillery, this AR still got bodies
My shooter smile and catch a body, you don’t think that they gone off that molly
You don’t think they gon’ off that flakka, them bodies drop back to back
Stand over his ass so we ain’t gotta spin back
Them bullets still in my body, I took that shit like a G
Bitch, I’m a soldier in this field, man, I ain’t gon’ rest ’til you six feet deep
Mmh, we put them bodies in a cemetery
All out play, we call a hail mary (Come here)
We put them bodies in a cemetery
All out play, we call a hail mary
They claim they ran me out my city, must be crazy as fuck
Bitch, I’m a menace to society, bitch, you got me fucked up
I spin that block, I dropped a Xan, that pussy nigga ain’t get up
Rest in peace my brother Jay, he died with that FN tucked
They laughed about that shit, then next day they come pick they mans up
ATK move like the wind, we send them shots from like everywhere
ATK move like the wind, we send them shots from like everywhere
Hey, we send them shots from like everywhere
We smoke him, we smoke them (Oh yeah)
We spin they block, we drop him, we drop them
He died on scene, bitch, he can’t make it to the hospital
Ain’t no playing no in between, we kill them monkeys in the middle
We post on opp blocks, with our blocks
Walk up on that nigga broad day and face shot (Bang)
He send a drop drop to my thot thot (Oh yeah)
Send my hitter ’round the corner, make his heart stop (He right there, skrrt)
Speaking of my thot thot, she pregnant with a nigga from the other side (Crazy bitch, I’ll step on you)
Bitch, you gon’ die with them niggas on the other side (Bitch, you gon’ die too)
Ain’t no monkeys in the middle, we kill niggas who play both side
[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)

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Future – F&N Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Fuck around, parked the ‘Vette and didn’t even get back in it
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Verse]
Redbone bitch, yeah, like Hi-Tech, yeah
How do I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go’n head, pour up, roll a few O’s up, let’s go
Four by four, that tall shit, let’s go
I jumped in the spot on a tall bitch, let’s go
I told ’em to get out and bag that, let’s go
I’m Frank Lucas and Mad Max, let’s go
I’m high from yesterday
Put ’em on bean, yeah, put ’em on all the schemes, yeah
Put ’em on lean, yeah, they whippin’ them new machines, yeah
By any means, yeah, we gotta clear out the scene, yeah
I just took an AK to a dinner date
I just put some VVs in a Richard face
And the presidential is a day-date
Hit ’em with that chopper first, Ray J
I’m a well known nuisance and my bitch bad
Pop one Perc’, then you lean like kickstand
Skeleton AP, that’s a wristband
All these niggas shaky, might as well dance
I don’t trust him, we gon’ dust him, that’s some Taliban
Big foreign truck, it’s lift up like an avalanche
I’ll teach you how to finesse for some big bands
I got so many white bitches, Ku Klux Klan
I come with the pharmacy, come with the yopper, no harmin’ me, no, no
Put a lil’ hit on your head, they comin’ to get you, they slicin’ your throat
Put a lil’ bitch in the bed, we goin’ digital, wipin’ her nose
M.O.H., money over hoes
I got that H in front of the lil’ boat
Got dog food and it’s for the low
I’m with thoroughbred standin’ at the store
In expensive threads, head to the floor
I know they talkin’ shit ’cause they some hoes
You know them FN bullets go through doors

[Part II]

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&-F&-F&-F&—
F&-F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N)

[Verse]
Homocide for the brodie
You beat a body, get a Rollie
We don’t entertain no police
I’m certified with my dodie
They would catch hell ’bout woadie
Got a bigger scale for the dodie
I done met friends in Dolce
We done met and chopped it up on some cool shit, uh
Only time my slime talk murder’s on the cruise ships, uh
Got that cutter and it’s longer than a pool stick, uh
Straight face, no dates, I’m a heavyweight
I ain’t even gotta tell my dawgs to keep one in the chamber
Ready to take it off your shoulder, frustration and anger
Yeah, they get it, don’t approach us, fuck bein’ famous
Long as I got my…
Let’s go

[Chorus]
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
These bullets, they be goin’ through doors
Drop low, get down on the floor
Young nigga, they gon’ ‘head and wipe your nose
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&N), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)
F&N (F&), F&N (F&N)

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Lil Baby – Time Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
I’m like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C’d up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that’s why I don’t flock
Look at me, I’m on the chart
I don’t look down but I’m on top
I don’t entertain any clout
Play with me, you gon’ get shot for real
Now they can’t resist us, hear ’em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I’m on this cash race, I can’t come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I’m a taxpayer
So you know that mean I’m goin’ hard ’til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Bendin’ through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo)
Make a move we X you out, ain’t goin’ tic tac (Brrt)
Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah)
The richest nigga in my city, that’s a big fact (Big fact)
And we don’t do them lil’ planes, we on the big jet (Big jet)
My dawg still movin’ that ‘caine, and he ain’t quit yet (He ain’t quit yet)
I had to tell him when he came, “Don’t bring no bricks back”
Feel like I’m the chosen one (Woah)
Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah)
I ain’t mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah)
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli’, I got more than one (Yeah)
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun (Gang)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Livin’ like a pornstar
Rollie, 7 pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain’t switching sides
Neck look like a freezer, ain’t savin’ no skeezer
They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
I don’t want no smoke with you if you don’t want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin’ shifts, sleep and creep
I did what they couldn’t do, guess that’s why they mad at me
But what’s up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin’ me?
This my strategy
Keep on stackin’ Gs, make ’em proud of me
I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans
I want Prada fleece, I’m from poverty
Real talk

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

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Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die

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Ty Dolla $ign – Clout (feat. 21 Savage) lyrics

Hitmaka!

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
“Draco hold how many?” What your friends say
Yagi makin’ moves like sensei
“Don’t nobody move,” that’s what I say
FN blow the cherry off your sundae, oooh
I’m a full time finesser, ain’t no chancin’ it
Hundred hangin’ off my neck like a chandelier
I got moves to make, I got somethin’ in the Wraith
Sellin’ candy bars, sound like me when I was eight
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Balenciaga book bag, OG gas in the pouch
Double G slippers, Prada rugs in the house
Baby girl, what you gonna do for this clout?
You gonna bust it open, put this (ooh) in your mouth (21)
Drip-drop, she gonna suck on the tip-top
Lip-locked, Trojan smile I need a big sock
Do it for the game, never for the fame
Bitch, I lie and cheat (yeah), this shit in my veins
Woooh

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ten bands on my feet, hundred bands on my wrist
You ain’t ready for this shit, nooo
You ain’t ready for this clout
Ay, keep my name out your mouth
Are you stupid? Are you dumb? Are you stupid? Psh!
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
You ain’t ready for this clout, you ain’t ready for this clout, nooo

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Smash for the clout, dash, I’m out, mashin’ for the clout
TT, GT for the clout, ooh, hop out, Draco on the couch

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Lil Uzi Vert – Rich Forever Leaked lyrics

[Intro]
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse]
I pull up in Bentley, no Beamer
Balenciaga, these not no Arenas
I got a chopper could clear whole arenas
I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina
I let that lil’ bitch just hold on my Nina
You know I stay, don’t have to get my cheese up
I remember that bitch wasn’t a speaker
Now I’m the only thing come out her speakers
These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers
I get the cake like I work for Denise’s
Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man
These soft ass niggas can’t f*ck with the demon
You know Lil Uzi got the bitches feindin’
I got the Glock and my laser is beamin’
These niggas borin’, tell me when they’re leavin’
Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not readin’
These niggas old yeah their hairlines recedin’
Go get the money, blue checks I’m receivin’
Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix
I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus
She on her knees and she beg for the semen
Rick Owens my bed, I trip when I’m dreamin’
Bitch out my way, at the top, you can’t glo me
Did everything so it’s nothin’ you can show me
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
I’ma just pass you just right to my homie
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
Take the safety off and blast my opponent
These rappers pitiful, also my children too
I don’t know why they’re always actin’ bogus
One of my youngest children just went platinum
Startin’ to think he better than my oldest
Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up
Made three million off my shoulders
Drippin’, drownin’ in the water, yeah
Got more money than your father, yeah
So that means you’re my daughter (daughter)
Choppers on me, I got 40 (40)
Jack boys rip the floor up (floor up)
Sawed-off getting taught (bow)
Stomach shot, get your core (core)
Went 2Pac, watch the door
2Pac, that’s Shakur
Nigga better watch his whore (yeah)
I’ma send him to the Lord (Lord)
He was on life support (‘port)
But the doctor pulled the cord (cord)
That’s what happen when we warrin’ (woo)
1600, leave you snorin’ (woo)
Counter carbon, that’s a Corbin (woo)
Blue tips in the FN
It’s G.E.D. like I’m testin’ (G.E.D.)
Get every dollar with no dressin’ (yeah)
They won’t play this on your FM (ayy)
You a rat, call the PC
That’s the pest control, not protection
Tell my bitch, “You his best friend?
Oh no, bitch you gon’ text him (what?)
Let him ease in my section
We gon’ hit him with a message (message)”
We got shooters out in Essex (Essex)
We got shooters out in Texas (Texas)
All my niggas know is wreck sh*t (wreck sh*t)
Throw your set, throw your set, bitch
You keep showin’ me your new bitch
Boy, you’re f*ckin’ on my ex-bitch
She with you for a check, bitch
Gave her racks, diamond necklace
You can keep it, I got extra (extra)
No, they can’t out-check us (check us)
Spend a hundred, put the rest up (yeah)
Niggas tryna be the best us
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Smoke a blunt, 4 G’s in there
Goyard wallet with the cheese in there
Margiela, put my feet in there (yeah)
VVS’, put my teeth in there (yeah)
High 20s, you get Cs in there
Fredericksville, I ain’t leavin’ there
1600, yeah, I be in there
Come around, you get whacked here
Come around, you get wet here (wet)
Come around, you get checked here (checked here)

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Future & Young Thug – Group Home

[Intro: Young Thug]
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t mint
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 1: Future]
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him everyday
All my littles wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby
Yeah, he don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I sold so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I’m too wrong
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
Fuck these niggas, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loop, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the shits in Cali (Cali!)
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My bitches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

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YBN Nahmir – Bail Out

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

[Verse]
Bitch you know I got guala
Stackin’ these chips, I be gettin’ these commas
Choppers hit ’em and they partners
Fuck they mama right in front of they father
AR bullets hit a nigga
My niggas really pullin’ triggers
We pop out the cut and we sendin’ them shots
No we not talkin’ to niggas
Bitch I’m the shit, I cannot be no dummy
I’m fuckin’ yo’ bitch while I’m gettin’ this money
Stacked up, and that clip it hold forty
I’m sendin’ them shots if you caliin’ me shorty
FN, it came with a 30
If you try me nigga, I’mma do you dirty
Curb service, and I shoot like Curry
And the bullets rippin’ through a nigga jersey
All about commas, we with the drama
Boy, we be ridin’ Impalas
You slide to the ville, you gettin’ yo’ haircut, my broski, he hit at yo’ barber
Cuffin’ these bitches, boy you be [?], know that lil’ bitch she got mileage
R.I.P. Valley, we so turnt up, all of my niggas be wildin’
Keep it a stack for you niggas, who fraudin’ and flexin’ and lying in raps
Not from the trenches, roaches and rats, boy they be bigger than cats
No we not fightin’ you niggas, we pullin’ with choppers and ARs and MACs
Yellin’ free Frank, we turnt up lil’ nigga, until that lil’ nigga get back

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

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Project Youngin – Balmains (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Project Youngin]
It’s the Youngin ho
This Project Youngin man, can’t tell me nothin’ man
Ain’t no more Levis man, ain’t no more Trues, ayy

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin’
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man
These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I’m splashin’, I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I’m all in with this music, no more jokin’ now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I stacked it up, I went designer for a year straight
I told that bitch we fuckin’ right now, ain’t lunch date
I got ’em all on my drip, they like my feng shui
You try to take it, we gon’ shoot it out in broad day
FN five-seven in my Balmains
I fucked around gave her the number, she keep callin’
I popped a vent and came back cruisin’ in that Mulsanne
Pillow talking to a bitch, my nigga you lame
Walk around with all this money, you would think I hit the lotto
Pourin’ Act out a bottle, 4 Pockets Full the motto
Silverado Forgiato, get a hundred dollar lineup
Got a bad redbone, save her number under model

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin’
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man
These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I’m splashin’, I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I’m all in with this music, no more jokin’ now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out, ayy

[Verse 2: Project Youngin]
Walk in the mall, me and my dogs
We got a bag, ain’t checking tags, we buy it all
I am my brother’s keeper, pick him up if he fall
We ain’t dressin’ no broads, don’t love these hoes at all
Know I’m mackin’, come through, I be swaggin’
They pay a G three hunded a P, I ain’t braggin’
I keep these bands on me, you know I’m stackin’
Don’t think about robbin’ ’cause I’m poppin’, ain’t no lackin’
I done designered my clothes, fuck with foreigner hoes
I done foreigned the whips, in traffic I do the most
I’ma shit on all these niggas that was sleepin’ on me
I done Gucci’ed the tees, double G’s on my feet

[Chorus: Project Youngin]
Ain’t seen my face in a while so now they callin’
She say she miss me, wanna kiss it, I’m like aw man
These ain’t skinny jeans bitch, you know these Balmains
I done spent my fifteen hundred on these Balmains
She say she love the way I’m splashin’, I be fresh to death
I done designered everything and I Gucci step
I’m all in with this music, no more jokin’ now
A couple thousand in my pockets, know it’s poking out

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Yo Gotti – Betrayal

[Refrain]
They tried play me
My own squad tried betray me
Never love these bitches ’cause they played me
Can’t leave these streets because they paid me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I won’t let these niggas faze me

[Verse 1]
I just got a phone call, it got me rethinking shit
Homeboys and my enemies been on some linking shit
An OG big homie, sucker shit can’t condone it
Catch a body, I’m on it
It’s CMG, now who want it?
I can’t believe you tried betray me
Oh that’s the way you gon’ repay me
Got to stay two steps ahead, too many cats in the fed
Think I broke too much this bread, too many suckers got fed, for real

[Refrain]
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I won’t let these niggas faze me

[Verse 2]
Death before dishonor how they raised me
Seen the double cross, that shit didn’t faze me
Had the FN with me, upped it on ’em daily
Baow baow baow baow baow, crazy
Double cross, double cross
They killed my lil partner, it’s another loss
It’s murder on my mind, I got bloody thoughts
I hope none of these niggas come piss me off
I heard my lil bitch been out fuckin’ on ’em
Yeah that’s my lil bitch but I cut her off
The hitters gon’ fire when I say
Off with her head, I really mean take it off, literally

[Refrain]
Ayy, they tried betray me
I can’t believe this ho just played me
You made a me, you-you made me a savage
(I’ma make you regret it)
Ayy, you made me a savage (savage)
You had my heart on automatic (automatic, brr)
I used to think you were the baddest
Damn I think your ass just average

[Verse 3]
Ayy, you shouldn’t betray me
Now I’m fuckin’ on your friends on the daily
I’m betrayin’ you
Nah, I’m repayin’ you
I grew up with these niggas from the motherfuckin’ mud
Despite whatever I have and always showed these niggas love
We all was coppin’ bricks and with the shit, we all was thugs
We always had them dreams of bein’ the man and meetin’ the plug
This rap shit jumped off for me, I thought niggas would support me
Instead, they tried to bring a nigga down, federal court me
You my man, you can’t take no stand, you can’t make no statement
We been rockin’ since the sixth grade, how you gon’ betray me?

[Refrain]
Damn, my own partner tried betray me
Thought you would be the one to save me
You played yourself when you played me
I got the key, yeah that’s how they raised me

[Verse 4]
Had to learn the hard way that these bitches just gon’ be bitches
Just fuck ’em, keep it movin’ my nigga, get out your feelings
Yeah, shout out to Sonja, shout out to Sandra
She was married, I still put dick all down her tonsil
These hoes be hateful and these hoes be petty
These hoes ain’t boujee but they always ready
Then act like they regret it
I guess you sorry for the head the other day
All that complaining but all you do is betray
If I was your nigga, bitch you have to find somewhere to stay
Bitch you gon’ have to get the fuck out my house right here today

[Refrain]
’cause you betrayed me
I can’t believe this ho just played me
But in a way this ho just saved me
’cause you played yourself when you played me

[Outro]
I’ll never cross on my niggas
And I, I’ll never cross on my niggas
Played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself ho
Yo played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself ho
I am, still
And when the help come [?], homie don’t you confuse it
Lames gon’ copy, D boys gon’ abuse it

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Future & Young Thug – Group Home Lyrics


(Intro: Young Thug)
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

(Verse 1: Future)
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Able are both, brave one man, two impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him every day
All my little wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my b*tches with you besides my main b*tch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a ni**a in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby, yeah
He don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I saw so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

(Verse 2: Young Thug)
‘Bout to WCW my b*tch friend on two rooms
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
F**k these ni**as, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loot, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the sh*ts in Cali (Cali!)
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a f**kin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can f**k every one of my hoes except my main (main b*tch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My b*tches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but b*tches
Yeah

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

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Young Thug – Killed Before Lyrics


(Intro)
We got London On Da Track

(Chorus)
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no (woah)
Do you own a store, no (woah)

(Verse 1)
Yeah, f**k all this bullsh*t (SLATT)
Diamonds for all us kings, yeah
Got my money went Ludacris (let’s go)
Give some racks to a hood b*tch
Give some racks to a pulpit
Look at the grain, it’s wood b*tch
On the floor, it’s a wool b*tch
She suck dick like a whole tick (come on)
Diamonds on me they cold as sh*t
I thank God that I went legit (and what)
When we see ’em, you know we blitz (and what)
I can bet up, you know I’m rich (leggo)
Shut the f**k up ni**a bet up, you say you rich
Different color diamonds, I’m a peacock
Different color diamonds, I’m a peacock
Spot full of birdies with no treetop
You know you my son, you can be that
I bought the boat, the jetskis
Got a FN and a stick, don’t test me
I stacked them hunnids up to God’s knees
Ain’t going broke until 2070

(Chorus)
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold (woah)
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, (woah, woah)
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no (woah)
Do you own a store, no

(Verse 2)
We ain’t letting these b*tches get between us
We ain’t letting no monkey ni**as stand that close to us (close to us)
I ain’t got no heart when it come down to my bro, yeah
She is not my dresser, she just irons my clothes, yeah (thanks)
Pulled off in a Tesla, pulled back in a Porsche, yeah
Bought the Maserati, you’ll get burnt like toast, yeah
I get on that bullsh*t, you’ll get it started, yeah (started)
Six kids with me, didn’t think bout abortions, yeah (aye)
I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh
Ready for war like a machine
Came from pillies to post schemin’
Now I got fifty hoes on they knees
I put X in my codeine
But I’m putting nothing in my weed
Yeah I took a jet right overseas
I want some head from overseas
I caught a case, my jewelry seized
I started out with fifty ki’s
My Bentayga clean like bleach
On a yacht with blue water and blue cheese
On this sh*t like fleas, aye

(Chorus)
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold (woah)
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah (woah)
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no
Do you own a store, no

(Outro)
I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh

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FUTURE – Group Home lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 1: Future]
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Able are both, brave one man, two impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him every day
All my little wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby, yeah
He don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I saw so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend on two rooms
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
Fuck these niggas, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loot, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (two, two)
I dress up like it’s elastic, yeah
12 cartridge for these bastards, yeah
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil, yeah
I got the sh*ts in Cali (Cali)
I got the kids a Denali (swerve)
I bulletproof all the windows (on God)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (blat)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (yeah)
Cut you off and dodge you like a f*ckin’ Charger (Charger)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (night to mornin’, yeah)
You can f*ck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My bitches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

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FUTURE – Drip On Me lyrics

[Intro: Future]
You know I just bought another shovel
This sh*t we buried a lot of bags, you dig?
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter (whatcha doin’)
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I keep a house out in [Denver?] [Ember?] (yeah)
I got them racks in my denim (yeah)
I let my dog out the kennel (swear)
Patek or Phillippe on my drip (drink)
Yeah, yeah, and she don’t want me to sip (pour up, pour up)
It’s too much jealousy, niggas can’t ever be real (can’t)
I caught a felony, nigga, wasn’t none of you here (hold on)
I work every day at this sh-, like it can all disappear (swear)
I pray every day by this sh-, when I go jump on a Leer (Super)
God protect me from all of the bogus of niggas, rogue us
Yeah, water me down like Pacific, my watch and my chain, my rings
Yeah, all the drip on me, I had to go change my name (yeah)
I came from Lil Mexico, this sh*t ain’t gon’ ever be the same (Freebandz)
I f*ck her on the every day, but she ain’t gon’ ever get claimed

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m whippin’ the Rover out (skrrt)
I got a plastic FN, a lil’ under 4 pounds (woah, woah)
I send a jet to Miami to pick up his old pounds (O’s, get it)
My bro got the shout it the long way
Repeat while you rollin’ ’round (gotta repeat)
I’m doin’ the same thing (you dig)
Lickin’ molly like ramen (R.I.P.)
Getting head on the private plane
Cost me 23 thou’ like LeBron James (LeBron James)
Might put me some gators on
And get in the ‘Lac and just blow the brains (blow the brains)
I f*ck on her face
I came fast like when Sonic came, oh, oh
Get on my level, dawg
I just want some rest, I’m just tryna ball
I spend a couple milli’, on my nigga behind the wall (the chain gang)
I teach him the Feds are comin’ (the band gang)
Don’t say nothin’ at all (don’t say nothin’ at all)
I got some chips on me (you dig?)
It’s on my hip on me

[Chorus: Future]
All this drip on me (Pluto)
Gotta keep an extra clip on me (I swear, yeah, yeah)
Keep it on me like ID (Future)
Ain’t no swag for free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Freebandz)
Yeah, trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
Yeah, I’m trappin’ out the Wraith in the winter
You can’t control my temper (facts)
I’ll take your ho then pimp her (pimp her)
I’ll make it look that simple (simple)
Swerve in this Bent like a rental (woah)

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G Herbo – 4 Minutes of Hell Part 5 Lyrics

Yall know what the fuck this is
Yall know exactly what this is

My lil cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies
But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby
He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati
Everybody in the race, I’m tryna cop Bugatti’s
Lost my ?? a year, but ain’t nobody rob me
We’ll come shoot up the party, ain’t no Lodi Dodi
I got niggas calling my phone from the federales
Told me niggas breaking bad, ain’t sent him 20 dollars
I remember breaking bread with like 20 heads
Imagine me behind the walls for like 20 years
Feeling like I’m dead, I couldn’t even make my bed
I ain’t have no spread
Project still 10 toes bitch and only got 1 leg
Niggas only had 1 life to live, never got no bread
Can’t think back on his decisions now he ain’t got no head
Niggas don’t really be clapping that lead
Yeah, really be scared
My niggas gon’ hop out killing instead
Make sure you cover them dreads
You in the streets better cover your tracks
You can’t talk to that hoe when you going to bed
Wonder how you end up shot in the back
Same way she was for you, that hoe going again
Next thing you know that hoe going again
Yeah gone with the wind
Bitches don’t know when I’m calling again
Next week I’m all in her friends
.40 Glock all in my drawers again
To walk through the mall again
I made 50 songs, had to ball again
Bitch go leak em all again
I’m making songs like Future, I got a future
And I be up with the roosters
Fuck niggas really be losers, really be using
Thats why I’m dolo as usual
And that’s why I tote my own pole with the shooters
I can’t be in this shit snoozing
If a nigga ain’t shooting he ducking or running
And I can’t be in this shit choosing
I remember I used to just play with a 100
Then graduated to 2’s
I remember I used to just bag up them onions
Then graduated to moving
And really my life is a movie
Real diamonds and gold in my jewerly
If you think you gon’ make it, nigga come take it
It do not matter, got Uzi’s
Told my Jeweler to make it, 80 point bracelet
Now ain’t no wonder she naked
Told lil bro to get closer to knock off his face
Cuz we don’t get niggas mistaken

Yeah we fry niggas like bacon
We find niggas like Taken
I’m from 0-7-9
I’m dropping 5’s
And I’m still slamming the rake’s
Still grippin four nickels and S 550’s
This what ima slide on the jakes in
They can’t catch me cuz them squad cars basic
Me and foenem up in our cars racing
Ain’t no pulling over, so we in hot cars daily
And we ain’t instagraming shit, ain’t no haha Davis
I got the gun with the light and the laser
I live my life and the light is amazing
I used to lean on a lot of the lazy
I would just lay back literally lettin her lick me
She did it long like my lady
I think her name was Lindsey, Lala, Lisa, Laura
I’ll get with her later
But I know I’m gon get this to this paper
Yeah I gotta get to the guap
If I don’t ima get on a caper
Soon as I used to get on the block
Police tryna give a nigga the vapor
Why they thinkin I’m gettin niggas knocked off
I’m somewhere way out here in Jamaica
Now I’m gettin a nigga knocked right off the map
Cuz my paper major
Everyday of my life I talk to Cap
He said don’t go to no major
So I ain’t go to no major
Still get major paper
Ain’t got no events, we hit a 100 bands
I been fucking hoes that had another man
See 2 50’s on the weekend, that was running in
We still counting rolls, traveling for shows
30 in bulk, 20 and 30 a show
Ain’t’ fucking no dirty hoes
No I ain’t broke no more
My mama don’t live in the hood no more
I ain’t in the hood no more
I barely pop out in the hood no more
And the henny ain’t worth it no more
Nah I ain’t working no more
I ain’t tryna blow 30s no more
You can’t see me in person no more
I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more
Yeah, I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more
A lot of shit ain’t worth it no more
Can’t see me in person no more
Nah I ain’t working no more
Them lil disses ain’t working no more
You lil niggas ain’t worth it no more

G Herbo, back on my old shit man
You know I’m still on some new shit
You know I’m bossed up, embracing all my power
But I’m back on my old shit man, I don’t give a fuck
Bout none of that shit niggas talkin’ bout
We still on gangsta shit, we still seeing niggas
In public, in the club, smacking the shit out niggas
Hittin’ niggas with bottles, pistol-whipping niggas
All that gangsta shit, with all this ice on
All these VV’s on, Rollies on, all that nigga
We got 30’s on us, Glocks, FN’s, all that shit, you know
Still dropping 4 Minutes Of Hell on you fuck niggas
This part 5 right here, in case you didn’t know
You know what I’m saying, free all my niggas
R.I.P. my niggas man, I’m in the studio right now
Got my big bro in here, Sizzle, with me, top in here
You know, brazy, Big B’s, you know, G-Squeak
In this bitch, uh huh… for real, and we got more guns
Than us… for real, for real, for real, for real, for real….
Them bitches ain’t never touching Instagram
Nothin, none of that, never seeing Instagram
Snapchat, none of that silly ass shit you niggas
Doing, cuz we out here for real (bitch)…

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Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

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Shabazz PBG & Dolan Beats – Package

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

[Verse 1: Shabazz PBG]
Rap niggas on fan shit, walk down on some man shit
Play with my Dons we stalking your shit
Play with my cash your ass gon’ get hit
Spend ten on my damn fit, double C on the bad bitch
FN this a hand stick, go to New York like a damn Knick
Sipping foo like now your ass sick
Dolan on the beat you know its a hit
Glock 23 and it came in a package
AR Pistol put it under the mattress
Landed in Vegas I picked up the work
Fucked up the beat then I fucked up the curb
Shooters creeping and they wait for the word
Around the ops playing man hunt
50 round leave your man slumped
Lil bitch

[Hook: Shabazz PBG]
Get em’ in got my own shit, half a Mil on my own bitch
And I’m still in the same shit, and I still fuck the same bitch
And I still got the same clip, hundred round choppa’ stainless
Leave a op nigga brainless, niggas rapping but ain’t saying shit
Ten bands make your mans switch, V12 make the Benz flip
Need Percs and Xans scripts, hi-points gon’ jam bitch
Raf Simmons no Stan Smiths, fuck your man he a damn snitch
Do the dash with a bad bitch, clip longer than my damn glick

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MIKE WILL MADE IT – Gucci On My lyrics

Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom
Mike WiLL Made-It

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

Offset! Ayy!
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like caw-caw

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

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Mike WiLL Made It – Gucci On My (feat. 21 Savage, YG & Migos)

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom

Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 1: 21 Savage (YG)]
Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

[Chorus: 21 Savage (YG)]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 2: YG (21 Savage, Kamaiyah)]
G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

[Chorus: 21 Savage (Quavo)]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop (rah)
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

[Verse 5: Offset]
Offset! Ayy
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like ca-ca

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Outro]
Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga