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Lil Yachty – Riley From the Boondocks Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
And Maybach Mitch on the beat too, bitch

[Verse 1]
Ooh, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, bitch, Ike Turner the beat
600 degrees
Baby just want a degree
I’ma pay all of the fees
Yup, told her, “We need more like you”
Really need less like me
I’ma Slimeball like Nudy
I slang wood like Judy
488, red ruby
Wait, I cannot fuck with the Jakes
Hmm, unless it’s TD
Slide on yo bitch like a CD
Rarely seen, when I am, it’s a Kodak
You niggas snitchin’, I already know that
Make a decision by makin’ decision
These niggas be switchin’, I’ma have to cut ’em
But touch my umbrella
We can’t be related ’cause I’m a go-getter
And he’s just too lazy, the Glock got the laser
The pump got the laser, the Uzi, a laser
The AR, a laser, I’m strapped, don’t do tasers
Yeah, turn you to a tater
Just got an AP and stomp out like the Raiders
I prayed to be best, I’m like crackin’ away from
I’m cool with my neighbors, they plot with the mayors
I can’t get in trouble
I only back down if I’m shootin’, I double
She ride on the dick like the bike with the muffle
I said I had one, but I keep me a couple
I can’t do no scuffle

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks

[Verse 2]
Hmm, shit, I got Nike money (Checks)
Signed with QC and started actin’ funny
Changed my number five times since you’ve had it, dummy
I’m outside, it’s V-Live, come and press it, dummy (Damn)
I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope), I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope)
Lick that pussy ’til it’s squirtin’ like a sprinkler spout
Fuck her once, then I took her to the In-N-Out
Bitch, I’m all about the gang, ain’t no signin’ out
Yeah, we vibin’ out, and they ridin’ out
Bet you say the wrong thing, then we wildin’ out
Don’t you get it? Aim it at your fitted
This ain’t New Edition, VVS’ glisten
I was raised by the loaders, they don’t ever listen
Disrespect boys, then we X boys

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks

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Quavo – Lamb Talk lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (yuh)
Lamb talk (yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, Honcho)

[Verse 1]
Bad mouth, agh
Rag talk (rag)
Bring that cash out (bag)
These bitches ass out (woah)
Who gon’ back down? (Who?)
We can’t back down (Who?)
Bodybag now (Who?)
Toe tag now (Who? Rrrah)
Run through the city, you think that you gettin’ it
You gon’ have to pay your percentage (hey)
Fuck nigga, we’ll come get it (come get it)
We’ll come get it with interest (go)
Niggas be dissin’ on Twitter and still believin’ they gon’ get a mention (Who?)
Fuck nigga, we’ll come get it (come get it)
You know we gon’ handle the business (yeah)
Niggas tried to hit me but they filed out (yeah)
Birds sing like Whitney and Bobby Brown house (brrt, yeah)
QC the new Cash Money Records now (yeah, go)
Whip it up, turn it up, pray they don’t turn it up
Pipe it up, live it up, give it up, give it up
Type it up, write it up, hit ’em up (woo), nigga can’t fight at us
Hit ’em up, really gon’ split ’em up
Diamond gon’, diamond gon’, diamond gon’ bite
Add it up, add it up, nigga, this a million bucks
Baby girl eat it up, eat it up
Ain’t nobody here rich as us, rich as us, uh

[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Bad bitch, your highness (your highness)
Truck, green, sinus (snotty)
Welcome to Honcho World, the Migo Gang Dynasty (Dynasty)
Yeah, get your lil’ money for my niggas, minus it (go get it, go get it)
I promise you lil’ niggas don’t want the violence (no smoke, no smoke)
Migos scrap, issue silence (pshew, pshew, pshew)
It’s a shame, these young niggas drinkin’ Wocky (Wock’, Wock’)
And Quali
Me and Wop, we drinkin’ Act’ at one Follie’s (Guwop!)
They let me in with that Gat, know it’s just…
Designer clothes, flexin’, M.E.T. Gala carpet
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
All these hoes stalkin’ (stalkin’)
Shake these haters off me (shake it)
You got a big mouth (big mouth)
Like a gator talkin’ (gator)
Then I take the pot, skrrt, skrrt
Fork it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Gumbo, like I’m from New Orleans
Lil’ bitch said she hate me, fuck it, go and divorce me (fuck it)
I iced out her neck in A.P., but she won’t report it (she swear she down)

[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, skrrt)

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Lil Baby – Leaked Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
We ain’t talked in like a week straight
I been all on the interstate
I been tryna go and get this cake
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

[Verse 1]
They thinkin’ I lost it, remind them niggas
I can get flyer than niggas
Hundred thousand in a Gucci bookbag
They thinkin’ I signed them niggas
I leveled my life up, this Rollie I got on don’t tick tock
Still on that bullshit, if you pull up on me, let the stick talk
I’m in LA with the vibes, Dane in the cut getting high
She tryna get in my ride, she tryna turn up tonight, yeah
I was running up cash, yeah, I had ran up a bag
And they started gettin’ mad, yeah
But I didn’t get mad, I just kept getting cash, yeah
And I’m in my bag, yeah, now I’m in my bag, yeah
She wanna get with me, she know that I’m sticky, but I’m in my bag now
She wasn’t fucking with me, she didn’t come around, she wishing she had now
And I’m in my bag now
I’m in the bag, the Goyard to be exact
Three hundred racks inside it, and that ain’t no cap
I could’ve bought a Wraith today, yeah yeah
I ran it up, they supposed to hate
I’m digging this lifestyle
Water drippin’ on me like I’m a faucet
The crew with me right now
You can play, just proceed with caution
I popped the wrong pill, now I’m nauseous
I need to get off this drank, it’s a problem
I took a Tesla and landed on Mars​
Lord please wake me up tomorrow

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

[Verse 2]
They know they can’t beat me, so they tryna leave me
And she tryna leave me, but I ain’t gon’ let her
Diamonds on Fiji, I’m running with QC
And Reebok endorse me, went up a new level
I’m loving this lifestyle and niggas wanna be me
I know they won’t catch up, but I ain’t gon’ let ’em
As soon as the money get up to a million, put it in the ground and then buy a new shovel
How you gon’ be in yo feelings when I’m in my feelings?
We both can’t be in our feelings
I ain’t gon’ lie when you thinkin’ I did it, I did it
It’s something ’bout your intuition
I’m telling you no lies, I’m tired of seeing you cry
Come here girl, let me wipe your eye
Everything gon’ be alright

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

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Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty – Who Run It (Freestyle)

[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Huh, Big 14 Bitch
1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah
1400/800 lil’ nigga, flexin’ paper nigga
You know what the fuck goin’ on
Yeah, ayy, hold on, ayy

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Real niggas live by the code
Catch a nigga lack on my fuckin’ bros
I don’t fuck with opps, all y’all niggas’ hoes
Met a few of ’em, y’all could get exposed
With my nigga too, head off the pole
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
Do a trill, catch another body though
Like, that’s my fuckin’ hobby, yo
I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
I’m a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin’ trill witcha
All my lil’ niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
Lil’ nigga let them lullas fly, leave a young nigga so traumatized
Totin’ gats jit, all my niggas ride
Don’t make me make another mama cry
Doin’ trill, catch another homicide
Fix your face, nigga, you got butterflies?
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
Big 14, fuck the other side
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry
Man, this shit ain’t new to me
Your bitch new to you, she ain’t new to me
I ain’t really with the fucking foolery
Glistenin’ in these fucking diamonds
Bad bitch and I’m fucking shining
I got a bad bitch from the fucking islands
Taking trips to the fucking islands
Guess these guys don’t realize
When they talking fly, man it’s suicide
Don’t talk, do a nigga do or die
Nobody else, nigga, you and I
Big chopper, I’ma let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
I don’t play, pussy, wish a nigga try
‘Cause that’d be the night niggas die
Niggas act like I ain’t G.O.A.T. or somethin’
Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin’
Call a few bitches, chill with some hoes or somethin’
Niggas be flexin’, they bold or somethin’
They don’t want that war, go home or somethin’
Internet flexin’ with the phone or somethin’
You a lil’ pup, nigga, fetch a bone or somethin’
Niggas male strippers when them poles bummin’

[Bridge: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Gang (uh), gang (uh), huh, gang (uh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
Lil’ nigga talkin’ down, we gon’ snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Hold on (Lil Boat)
Ayy, who you think you ahead of? Not us
And these niggas they mad ’cause I’m richer than them
Stay ganged up, I ain’t clickin’ with them
You can get shot, Terry Richardson and them
Nigga, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh)
Fuck around, you come up missin’ like them (yeah)
You the type run to the sheriff (hah)
Act like you hard and you careless (yeah)
Nigga, I’m a real ass nigga, ain’t fake a nigga
Free my big brother out the prison cell
QC [?] told ’em give ’em hell
Ridin’ ’round in a Maybach with my nigga Pellz
Glock out, running we empty 12
Bitch on my dick, that’s a love spell (yeah)
Bitch with the shits call her Annabelle (yeah)
If they won’t call, I don’t gotta yell (yeah)
Hundreds [?] like a pack of [?]
Fuckin’ her jewels with my nigga Jack
Crotched up, all of my brothers sack
Gotta run up them Ricky Racks
In the safe in the [?], we got hella plaques
Got more pops on my watch than your brother teeth
Boy you young, where your Similac?
Buyin’ whips, yeah, we into that
Fuckin’ hoes, yeah, we into that
Loving hoes, yeah no nigga
Got a .223 inside the Hellcat
Keep it all in the pack, huh
Hundred niggas in your section
Hmm, where the hoes? Nigga, that’s weird
Cop a new Lamb, cop a new ‘Rari
Just to go and switch gears (skrt)
Burn out, burn out
Every time we turn out, make a big scene (yeah)
2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (skrt skrt skrt)
Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (facts)
Y’all don’t even know how a nigga live
Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts)
Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting nigga
Throwing gang signs, call it [?] nigga
Can’t nobody at QC get punked, nigga
What is a one-on-one, nigga? We jumpin’ niggas
We got the strap, nigga, fuck it, we stompin’ niggas
I’m just as rich as your favorite rapper, nigga, might be richer
Hit the pent like I’m Derek Fisher
Fuck the bitch right, then I kiss her
Ride around town, you the one that licked her
Ha, real player like my pops (pops)
Thirty round in my Glock
We run it, not opps
Ten toes on my sole, niggas wouldn’t double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah)
Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a [?] coat (yeah)
Pull up deep, wide body nigga
Feel like Jeremy Shockey, cold as Minnesota
Bought my moms a Rover but I ain’t BlocBoy
But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (doot-doot-doot)

[Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd]
Lil Boat (who else?)
14
Gang

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Young Dro – Hell Is You Doin

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Verse 1: Skippa Da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, chopping the fishes, they fluent
Migo the fam, QC the label
You should follow my movement
You staring and looking like you looking coolest
Hell is you doing?
Do a dropoff, I guess you brought a [?] in
Hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
Hell is you doing? I just kicked the dope for a hundred bands up in Munich
You know that your bitch she sucking my dick and it’s soothing
Which one is you choosing?
I met her at Newmans, don’t get no confusing
She swallowed my semen in Niemen’s
Then tried try to kiss me, bitch hell is you doing?
Newport and Lewis, saw my friend Lucas
50 bands pay for the hitman
Hit em with the cool and you flew to Saint Louis

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Hell is you doing, 33 bricks like I am Patrick Ewing
I’m taking the pot, I finger fuck it and my wrist it be screwing
Baow, Baow, Baow, Hrah, fuck nigga hell is you doing?
Bitch nigga don’t move or your life, you’ll lose
I’ll turn your body into fucking fluid
My trap got insurance, [?]
When I hit the block, bet I rule it
Hell is you do nigga cool it
Call up my nigga, he’ll hit you with the ruler
Quavo [?] in Saint Louis
Hit a nigga with a bat like a Cardinal
Money, pounds, and ammunition in a nigga’s arsenal
Young niggas remarkable
Chop it up with Migo Carlos
Talking bout numbers like barcodes
We talking in person bout brick fare
No label coming in on truck loads
You an impostor like Gusto
Get out my face, might be homo

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

[Hook: Skippa da Flippa]
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell is you doing?
Hell is you doing, hell is you doing
What the hell you doing?

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Meek Mill – Contagious (feat. Migos)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
See what it is, they don’t know a rock from a diamond
I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, motherfucker

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ugh! I pull in your hood in a brand new Wraith (like skrr)
Tell your bitch "Fall back, nigga", we ain’t got no space
And your bitch ain’t bad, nigga, you ain’t go no taste
And everybody want to be the king like the deck ain’t got no ace
Half of my bitches they richer than me
Hoes that you payin’, I’m hittin’ for free
I used to pass up on that pussy, my nigga
You payin’ that thot just to give her some D
God damn, God damn
I’m with a white bitch named Roxanne
And she ain’t home yet cause she got a plan
And y’all hatin’ niggas can’t shake my hand

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Migo and Meek Milly got stacks in the ceiling
I got money ties all the way up through Philly
I’m fuckin’ your bitch and she from Puerto Rico
The plug is a papí, he send me the kilo
I hop on the jet, then I fly out to Vegas
Link up with the mob in Reno
Paparazzi, they flash and stare
And I pull out McLaren, I hop out Giuseppe toe
Young nigga, they know that QC the new Death Row
I’m in the kitchen cookin’ antidote (I’m cookin’ it)
Lookin’ down on a fuck nigga
Cause a young nigga on a top ropes
Now everybody wanna take a picture
Now that young nigga’s worth seven figures
Step out that vault and I’m countin’ millions
Thankin’ the Lord for the M&M’s

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

[Verse 3: Offset]
My migo, my vato, go check out my bio
Got bricks comin’ in from Ohio
I’m in North Philly, I meet with Meek Milly
We tryna make millies off trappin’ the chicken
You run up on me, you need Geico insurance
I run to the money, got plenty endurance
I shop overseas and you shoppin’ on clearance
Spent 500K for my appearance
Offset a magician at work, I’m a wizard
Smokin’ on loud so niggas don’t hear me
Pussy ass nigga, you sweeter than cinnamon
Thankin’ the Lord while I count up blue Benjamins
Sippin’ on Actavis, don’t need a chaser
QC is the label, we fuck with Dreamchasers
My niggas they actin’ a fool, but this is not actin’
The money, it runnin’ my generation

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Mason Margeilla, got dope on the tip of my toe
Got rich off a pot and the stove
Breakin’ and droppin’ in designer clothes
Cappin’ trap out the back door of the bando
My plug is a migo, pull up on banana boat
F&N splittin’ your head like a cantaloupe
Papparazzi flashin’, pull out that Camaro
Damn, I mean camera, white girl from Canada
No, I’m not Tommy Lee but I got Pamela
In the back of the Maybach changin’ channels
Lightin’ the block up like Christmas candles
Bustin’ my women, my ceilin’ is panorama
OG gas bag on my back like I’m Santa
Droppin’ up four in the one liter Fanta
Workin’ it, flippin’ that dope with a spatula
I flex in the chopper, you niggas are amateurs

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off bustin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

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K$upreme – Ten Deep (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Hook: K$upreme]
And every time you see me
Nigga I be with the gang, probably ten deep
My niggas stay with me, money stay with me
Bitches stay with me, foreign things stay with me
Flexing on niggas man, these niggas centipedes
I be with the gang, probably ten deep
I be blowing on strong, nigga out that backwood
Hit your ho from the back, she say that dick feel good

[Verse 1: K$upreme]
All these Ben Franklins on me, nigga I feel good
And on my niggas I would never go Hollywood
I smoke a loud loud loud up in Hollywood
I been addicted to this guap since my childhood
Lil nigga posted in my neighborhood
Lil nigga selling weed in high school
My ear look like a fucking ice cube
Got some money then I bought a beamer coupe
Ballin’ on niggas then, I was never good at hoops
Splurging, spent a thousand on my shoes
Working, ’til I get a million blues
Never sat on my ass, always on the move

[Hook: K$upreme]
And every time you see me
Nigga I be with the gang, probably ten deep
My niggas stay with me, money stay with me
Bitches stay with me, foreign things stay with me
Flexing on niggas man, these niggas centipedes
I be with the gang, probably ten deep
I be blowing on strong, nigga out that backwood
Hit your ho from the back, she say that dick feel good

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Niggas don’t see me hangin’ with the fuck arounds
Nope not all
Cause these niggas mama’s boys, I’m a fucking hound dog
Running to the fetty, in the cold rocking skin yeti
Yellow jumpsuit, all I need was a real machete (Kill Bill)
K$upreme my blood brother, we be war ready
I done fucked every hatin’ bitch just for being petty
All about my O’s and my sauce like some kid’s spaghetti
Ran it up so much in 2016, not a soul was ready
I get bitches so wet, the way it’s really messy
They gon’ hate, let ’em hate ’cause them checks comin’
Nigga diss QC again, we gon’ start drummin’ bitch

[Hook: K$upreme]
And every time you see me
Nigga I be with the gang, probably ten deep
My niggas stay with me, money stay with me
Bitches stay with me, foreign things stay with me
Flexing on niggas man, these niggas centipedes
I be with the gang, probably ten deep
I be blowing on strong, nigga out that backwood
Hit your ho from the back, she say that dick feel good

[Hook: K$upreme]
And every time you see me
Nigga I be with the gang, probably ten deep
My niggas stay with me, money stay with me
Bitches stay with me, foreign things stay with me
Flexing on niggas man, these niggas centipedes
I be with the gang, probably ten deep
I be blowing on strong, nigga out that backwood
Hit your ho from the back, she say that dick feel good

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Johnny Cinco – Family (feat. Lil Yachty) (Same Time, Every Time Mixtape)

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Most these niggas they some wannabes
If you ain’t my friend then you my enemy
Ain’t got the same blood but he like kin to me
That’s my brother, that’s my family

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Most these niggas they some wannabes
If you ain’t my friend then you my enemy
Ain’t got the same blood but he like kin to me
That’s my brother, that’s my family

[Verse: Lil Yachty & Johnny Cinco]
I might be the youngest on the QC family tree
But I bet your baby mama sister fond of me
And I won’t take her to my home, she at the omane
These hoes some action, I should give ‘em all a nominee
Yeah, Johnny Papi, I’m the one who made it
And the Rolex that I’m rocking is a one of three
Came a long way from that block, that shit a lot to leave
And that lil money you talkin’ don’t mean none’ to me
And that bitch pussy so wet it’s like a pond to me
Dropped a 30 all on my neck like fuck economy
And my brothers they been with me since the Dollar Tree
And my brothers they been with me since the ahh
If I’m having and they ain’t having we gon’ ball
If I’m stunting then we gon’ be stuntin’ ‘til we fall
I’m in a Wraith, you in a Wraith, we got it all
Nigga we gon’ play, we gon’ ball
Throwin’ up, they was on ball
Pray the paper, planes stay soo tall
Lot of niggas hate, fuck all of y’all

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Most these niggas they some wannabes
If you ain’t my friend then you my enemy
Ain’t got the same blood but he like kin to me
That’s my brother, that’s my family

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Most these niggas they some wannabes
If you ain’t my friend then you my enemy
Ain’t got the same blood but he like kin to me
That’s my brother, that’s my family

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
These niggas faker than fake
I’ma live my life so great
These niggas swear they so real
If I get caught they gon peel
These niggas, these niggas pussy
These bitches fraud
Oh no
Oh no

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Johnny Cinco – Family (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Most these niggas they some wannabes
If you ain’t my friend then you my enemy
Ain’t got the same blood but he like kin to me
That’s my brother, that’s my family

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Most these niggas they some wannabes
If you ain’t my friend then you my enemy
Ain’t got the same blood but he like kin to me
That’s my brother, that’s my family

[Verse: Lil Yachty & Johnny Cinco]
I might be the youngest on the QC family tree
But I bet your baby mama sister fond of me
And I won’t take her to my home, she at the omane
These hoes some action, I should give ‘em all a nominee
Yeah, Johnny Papi, I’m the one who made it
And the Rolex that I’m rocking is a one of three
Came a long way from that block, that shit a lot to leave
And that lil money you talkin’ don’t mean none’ to me
And that bitch pussy so wet it’s like a pond to me
Dropped a 30 all on my neck like fuck economy
And my brothers they been with me since the Dollar Tree
And my brothers they been with me since the ahh
If I’m having and they ain’t having we gon’ ball
If I’m stunting then we gon’ be stuntin’ ‘til we fall
I’m in a Wraith, you in a Wraith, we got it all
Nigga we gon’ play, we gon’ ball
Throwin’ up, they was on ball
Pray the paper, planes stay soo tall
Lot of niggas hate, fuck all of y’all

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Most these niggas they some wannabes
If you ain’t my friend then you my enemy
Ain’t got the same blood but he like kin to me
That’s my brother, that’s my family

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Most these niggas they some wannabes
If you ain’t my friend then you my enemy
Ain’t got the same blood but he like kin to me
That’s my brother, that’s my family

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
These niggas faker than fake
I’ma live my life so great
These niggas swear they so real
If I get caught they gon peel
These niggas, these niggas pussy
These bitches fraud
Oh no
Oh no