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Young Chris – Yellow Flag Lyrics (feat. Wale)

June 23, 2020 by

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

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

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

The Game – The Code Lyrics

November 29, 2019 by Azlyrics

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[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[Verse 1: The Game]
I was young, black, and ashy, ’42 khakis
Red rag in my pocket
Throwin’ up Blood to any car that ever pass me
Gangbang classy
Gold herringbone, mama said I’m too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell ’em, “Run it,” like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
I’m from Compton where the bitches carry ratchets
And niggas in wheelchairs ain’t never heard of Degrassi
Raw hand, I’m gutter, Dre had to Aftermath me
Had a flow when I was a rider, Compton like Tallahassee
First album classic, second album classic
So I skipped the hoodrats and went straight to the Cassies
N.Y.C., top down, Big blastin’
Nas said I’d be a legend, nigga, don’t gas me
Hot in ’97, Funk Flex had to ask me
“How you make it out that beef with Hov?”
Nigga, my passion

[Interlude: The Game]
I was in New York the first time I heard “Dear Summer” on Hot 97
Top of the W Hotel, 54th & Broadway
Lookin’ out my window at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
It’s still West Side though

[Chorus: 21 Savage & The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

[Interlude: The Game]
See the thing I miss about hip hop the most
Was the storytelling
That B.I.G. shit, that Nas shit, that Slick Rick shit
That Tribe Called Quest
You know that, that cruisin’ the street in my ’64, R.I.P. to Eazy
I ain’t got nothin’ against new hip hop, I fuck with all you niggas
And remember, nigga, I was young too, let’s go

[Verse 2: The Game]
Made it out the hood and some, I’m on my fourth passport
God gave me all this shit, I ain’t have to ask for it
Gold Daytons on a ’97 Honda Passport
Black ski mask on, runnin’ from the task force
Uzi, had the cash for it, and I had the stash for it
Foot on the brake, hit the wipers, open the dashboard
Sold drugs, made straight A’s, and I was playin’ sports
Youngin and fresh, six bricks inside a Jansport
Fast forward, countin’ this money on Aftermath for it
Bought a new Ferrari, gave my bitch ten stacks
Told her don’t come back here ’til she got an ass for it
Told her run through mackin’ in Louis to get a bag for it
I give you classics when you ask for it
I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Ask around Atlanta, Savage known to let it bang bang (Bang)
Gang gang, get a nigga stabbed in the chain gang
Lieutenant like I’m Dam’ Wayne, bring the major pain, pain
Candlelight, Fox 5, fish fry, gang gang
All I know is A-B-C-D-E-F-G shit (C)
Wet ’em with the chopper, watch a nigga get seasick (Sea)
Throwin’ up the pyramid, like I’m from Egypt (Gang)
The hunnid round see-through, y’all so see-through (Bop)
I know real Crips and they say they never see you
Just like Clifford, I’m the big red Blood, ayy
Glock 45, get a big red slug
You ain’t Blood, you a bitch, you a big red stud (Oh)
Way before the rap, I trappin’ out the cold
I didn’t know how to water whip, I straight dropped the dope (Oh)
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt
I ain’t got no license, so I gotta wear my seatbelt (Skrrt)
I do this shit myself, nigga, I don’t need no help
Walk up on ’em with that, God help me, he a priest now (Bop)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Posted on the block, deuce-deuce in my sock
Feel like Mozzy, I got one up top (Yeah)
Couple years, real niggas gon’ be extinct
Bitch, I got a MAC-10 under this mink
Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I don’t think (Oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon’ make that shit sink (Straight up)

[Chorus: 21 Savage, The Game]
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (‘Fore I sell my soul)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Fuck 12)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul (Soul)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a ho
Bury me before I sell my soul
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)
AK with the stock (Stock), thirty on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (Opps), ride on the cops (Cops)

Juice WRLD – In A Mix Lyrics

November 28, 2019 by Azlyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
Oh, I’m coming ’round that bitch
Cosmic, Cosmic
Hey, oh, haters ’round this
That boy ‘smic
My heart in a- wait, yeah (Who?)

[Chorus]
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Who?)
My heart in a mix, pull up with a stick (Yeah)
I’m gon’ let it hit (Yeah), everyday I’m lit (Huh)
Life is so fast, had to stop and take a pic (Yeah)
Diamonds on my toilet, I get rich and take a shit (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
I’m in L.A. with my lay day, smoking the kk
I’m living so high that I can’t see straight
Look in the mirror, I see two faces
All white on me, but no I’m not racist
Pull up on a nigga, AK be spraying
Presidential Rollie, no Sarah Palin, yy
Keep it on me, I know that I’m not safe
Where I’m from, these niggas dying out in broad day
If you need it, then we serve it like an entree
You get cash, we pouring codeine in my Minute Maid
Sipped too much, I’m pourin’
Look at my bitch, she imported
I need a house in the forest
Make her run for me like Forrest
My lil’ bitch too gorgeous (Ooh)
She wear the fishnets (Uh), I make it in debt
Like an ocean, she be too wet

[Open Verse]

Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

August 17, 2019 by Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Underachievers – Tokyo Drift Lyrics

June 23, 2019 by Azlyrics

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

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

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

The Underachievers – No Detectives Lyrics

June 23, 2019 by Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

February 22, 2019 by Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Belly – Numbers Lyrics

October 12, 2018 by Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

July 6, 2018 by Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

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

Fetty Wap – Look At Me Lyrics

June 8, 2018 by Azlyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chief Keef – Gang Gang Lyrics

June 7, 2018 by Azlyrics

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

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

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

Let’s get it, kachoow

Juice WRLD – Black & White Lyrics

May 23, 2018 by Azlyrics

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

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

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

[Outro]
Before the night begins
Before the night begins

Montana of 300 – Dancing With My AK Lyrics

May 22, 2018 by Azlyrics

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

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

[Chorus] x2

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

Lil Yachty – FWM lyrics

May 21, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ real deep, pussy nigga, and I’m too good
AK, no carbon fiber, bitch real wood
Know some young niggas, turned rich and is still hood
Hop out the whip, get a glimpse of my new bitch
White X6 M with a boost kit
Playin’ wit’ the guap, that’ll get your ends split
Used to be broke, eatin’ jelly sandwich with the crust cut off
Pump with the sawed-off

[Chorus]
Niggas around me go commando, yeah
Boat and two hoes in a Lambo, yeah (uh!)
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can’t go, yeah
Bitch tell your friend, “Step it up” (whoo)
Ain’t no raw, bitch, we gon’ wrap it up (no)
Pole game, tryna run it up (yeah)
Lock safe like a Brink’s truck (huh)
Fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, yeah
Yo’ bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, (whoo)
Clip on the hip like it’s stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah (ooh)
Ridin’ ’round town, drop top wit’ your sister
Make her suck dick ’til her lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
Young nigga ball like a Sixer (bitch)

[Verse 2]
Young ass nigga, I don’t even drink liquor
I don’t even pull up to the mixer (nah)
I don’t even want to fuck the vixen (huh)
I do, but I know she gon’ tell (huh)
Hit from the back, her chain hit the headboard (ding)
It sound like a bell (bitch)
Pussy nigga I repel, real niggas don’t take Ls
Hop in the Bentley, the Maybach, the G-Wagon, nigga whatever (yeah)
Glockety tucked in the sweater, Osiris gon’ pop it wherever (yeah)
Pellz gon’ pop it wherever, Lil Baby gon’ pop it wherever
Stay out the mix, stay wit’ a bitch in the whip (skrr)
Hellcat hit a flip (skrr), up it up wit’ a chip (skrr skrr)
Bitch nigga don’t you send for me (nah) unless the check got an M for me (yeah)
Write it out to my industry (yeah), the bitch lace front incomplete
These niggas loco, hang wit’ the cops, you McFogell
Bitch nigga I am a mogul

[Chorus]
Niggas around me go commando, yeah
Ballin’ two hoes in a Lambo, yeah (uh!)
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can’t go, yeah
Bitch tell your friend, “Step it up” (whoo)
Ain’t no raw, bitch, we gon’ wrap it up (no)
Pole game, tryna run it up (yeah)
Lock safe like a Brink’s truck (huh)
Fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me, yeah
Yo’ bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, (whoo)
Clip on the hip like it’s stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah (ooh)
Ridin’ ’round town, drop top wit’ your sister
Make her suck dick ’til her lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
Young nigga ball like a Sixer (bitch)

[Outro]
Run it up
Pussy
Yeah
Whoo!

Lil Yachty – POP OUT lyrics

May 21, 2018 by Azlyrics

(feat. JBan$)

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

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

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

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

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

Childish Gambino – I. The Worst Guys lyrics

May 19, 2018 by Azlyrics

(feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
At a Clippers game on the courtside (side)
Watch a nigga shoot like a four-five (five)
They mad at me too, I got more fire
When these bitches see you “Go home, Roger”
(Go home, Roger)
Tia and Tamara in my bed, I’m a smart guy
I ain’t fucking with you niggas like apartheid (nah)
Hits on my list, check my archive
I’m something so immaculate, instead of asking what’s happening
Rather blast a Jackson 5 in the back of an Acura
Acting blacker than a Bernie Mac, two Charlie Murphys and Akon
The girls that you brought man, where are they from?
Where are they from? We were playing PlayStation
Why you standing there? Say some
Girl, say some, no, this ain’t a vacation
This is my house, my house, all she needed was some

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper & Childish Gambino]
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some…
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some (all she needed was some)
All she needed was some

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Bought a new bath, 8K, nigga
Wanna take shots? AK, nigga
When I ball, I’ma ball, King James, nigga
Uncle Ben in my hand, make change, nigga
And I’m out of this world like Tang, nigga
That’s a space bar, man, I hate y’all
You only come around
When you wanna play pool or my hot tub
Ice cream paint job in the garage
I had a ménage, and murdered the vag’
But, afterwards, it was awkward as fuck
Cause I’m nervous as fuck and could not get it up
I-I-I-I, I need a minute, cold water to the face
I-I, I couldn’t finish, got the Uber from her place
On my porch smoking vapor, hit with the Sunday paper
Listening to the neighbors…

[Outro: Childish Gambino & Chance The Rapper]
Oh gosh, oh my God (all she needed was some)
Oh my God (all she needed was some)
Know tonight, our neighbors (all she needed was some)
Are all alone, no no, no no no no no (all she needed was some)

Playboi Carti – No Time Lyrics

May 12, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Wake up in the mornin’ know I gotta do this shit
Ay let’s do it
(Cannon)
Yeah, hey, heyo, hey, hey yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin’ my line
Ya cap like Mitchell and Ness lil’ nigga stop lyin’
Check, they was talkin’ ’bout lil’ ma live my life
Chop that chicken and shrimp cut in my rice
Spanish bitch come and pipe me I can make my wife (My wife)
She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes
Me and Cash Carti got them sisters ’bouta put ’em on a flight (Put ’em on a flight)
Diamonds in my Cartier lens
You can see ’em at night (See ’em at night)
Call Balmain, ask ’em why my jeans so tight (jeans so tight)
Trippin’ off lanes, I don’t think you really wanna ride
Guns don’t want mine on you, you not my kind
5,6,7, so many watches ain’t wastin’ my time

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
My bitch fine
You in line
My big bank
These niggas been mine
But my diamonds keep bitin’
These hoes be bitin’
These niggas be bitin’
Wish on a bone yeah (fillet)
Got a bitch on the line right now
Say she got Molly, yeah
Sorry, I don’t do sour
A-W-G-E you know me
Cold outside I need another sleeve
Yeah, ballin’ on yo’ hoe like Kobe
Dunkin’ on yo’ hoe like no D
Bald head like Ginóbili
Piru, watch my nose bleed
That boy dead
Arm and leg
AK
Turnin’ your head, take yo bag

[Outro]
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying
We ain’t got time
I drop my demons out
Where my mind
Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
Seein’ diamonds
All these niggas they cappin’ right here
They stay lying

Chance The Rapper – Smoke Again (feat. Ab-Soul) lyrics

May 7, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro: x2]
Acid Rap!
I don’t even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let’s fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Who smokin in my car?
It’s that nigga Chano
AKA Mr. Bennett
AK Tony Montano
I’ve got some folks in low end
I got some folks in c-note
AK hundred dinero
You ever seen Casino?
I just got back with ‘Bino
I got a bitch but she know
Her friends done did the Dino
That’s that Chicago lingo
Flamin’ hots with Cheese
And a kiwi Mistic
My dick won’t even call her
Cause she left all that lipstick
Niggas be on dirt
That’s why I stay on petty
I know that bangers jam
That’s why my hands stay ready
Flip the candy yum
That’s the fucking bombest
Lean all on the square
That’s a fuckin’ rhombus

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Who’s sneaking in the club?
That’s that youngster rapper
Un-saran wrap the purple
Wrap that blunt under after
Smoke all out the window
Cops could eat a dick
If you ain’t the hitter
You just might be the lick
Flame on, flame on
I’m your bitch’s ringtone
She like when I rap raps
But better when I sing songs
No Drake, but I get my Trey on
Killin’ in the hood like Trayvon
Shoppin’ like I got a coupon
Savin’ like I got a cape on
Cookin’ crack in my apron
Dressed like a nigga had 8 proms
Tell shorty I may change
And I made it and I napalm
Trippy shit to watch
Drugs while on the clock
Acid on the face
That’s a work of art

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Soulo ho ho twerk somethin’
Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin’
I’m so deaf, I ain’t ever heard nothin’
My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)
How ’bout you? No dap, but I’ll take a pound or two
No doubt like Gwen Stefani’s group
Let me put my mouth where you potty, boo
(IGH!)
Them niggas pissed, need potty training
They movement shit, that’s a potty train
She ain’t left yet, but she probably came
We kicked it then I score, soccer game
She was a phony goalie
I got great aim though, don’t insult me
I’ll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me
My name Solo cause I’m the one and only
She only got you as a nigga on the side
That’s a nigga on the side of a side bitch, homie
Then we got out a Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard
Music and tabs of Lucy, take your chance with this rapper

[Hook]

XXXTENTACION – $$$ (feat. MATT OX) lyrics

May 3, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Matt OX]
Pew
Get money, yeah yeah
Get money, yeah, get money
Get money, yeah, yeah
Get money, yeah yeah (get money)
Get money, yeah yeah
Yeah
Get money, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Matt OX]
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Why you gotta sleep on my crew?
You know that my VVS’ blue
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Like ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My gang gonna eat real soon (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All you little haters is doomed

[Post-Chorus: Matt OX & XXXTENTACION]
Ooh, wait, wait, ooh
Ooh, wait, ooh, ooh (woah, woah)
Get money, yah, yah
Get money, yah, yah (oh my)
Get money, yah, yah (oh my)
Get money, yah, yah

[Verse: XXXTENTACION]
Like wait, wait, uh, ska-ate, uh
Spin on my dick like a Beyblade, uh
My dick’ll hit her like AK, uh
These boys is beggers they bacers, uh
Tie up your lace, boy you trippin’, like, ayy?
Run up, get done up, say this every day
Uh, these niggas jealous and uh
Boy you is bitter like medicine, uh
Are you okay, bitch? Uh
Slay the pussy like I’m Jason, uh
Huh, fuck out my face, bitch, uh
1-0 like the Matrix, uh
Nigga try me, I tell ice to go get ya
Fuck around, I keep a blade like the Witcher
I want your auntie, your grandma, your sister
I eat the pussy for breakfast and dinner

[Post-Chorus: Matt OX]
Ooh, wait, wait, ooh
Ooh, wait, ooh, ooh (woah, woah)
Get money, yah, yah (yeah)
Get money, yah, yah (yah, yah)
Get money, yah, yah (yah, yah)
Get money, yah, yah

Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Do Not Disturb (feat. Lil Yachty & Offset) lyrics

May 3, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murda and shit
Aye, aye, yeah
Murda bless yo’ trap
Murda bless yo’ trap
Bitch, aye, oo

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Diamond on my neck like river (oo)
I just fucked a bitch on Twitter (yeah)
Put the K to his mouth like a motherfuckin’ dinner
Call lil’ bitch get head like a pillow (yuh)
Huh, woo, woo
Tats on my body, and my face too (yeah)
Damn, lil’ bih’ got attitude (damn)
If her ass fat, I’mma smack too (woo)
Rollie on my wrist, it’s a bust down (splash)
Hit your bitch from the back, she get bust down (yuh)
Bitch, I’m a dog, I’m a mad hound (what?)
Might as well put me in the dog pound (yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (yeah)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (Lil Purpp)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh)
That shit on do not disturb (brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Sippin’ on purple with Purpp (Purpp)
Bentley coupe, this not no Chrysler (skrt skrt)
Fuck on that bitch, and you wifed her
Fuck I look like doing cyphers
I’m getting richer now (uh)
Finna start saying no to pictures now (uh)
These bitches tripping (tripping)
After I fuck, bitch I’m dippin’ (I’m dippin’)
Big Benz on track, that shit Crippin’ (skrrt)
Yeah that shit blue
Used to sip Hi-Tech like I had the flu
Told that lil’ baby, come suck on the crew
Ain’t no-one new ’round Lil Boat but you (woo)
All of my watches over 60 (yeah)
Audemars Piguet, make it do a 360 (damn)
They hop out the coupe, and your hood and get risky (skrrt skrrt)
In the spot with a strap ’cause security didn’t frisk me (boom boom boom)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (Lil Boat)
That shit on do not disturb (fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh) (gang)
That shit on do not disturb (Lil Boat)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc (Lil Boat)
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset!)
Smokin’ on runts, no nerds (hey)
Hang a fuckboy like a hall of fame jersey (jersey)
All it’s gon’ take is one word (one)
Run in yo’ house while you there, that’s a burglary (ayy)
For the nights and we fuckin’ them thots (for the nights)
For the Patek, I Rollie the watch (for the Patek)
Off an addy, go cop a robot (off an addy)
My bitch she plastic, she bust down a yacht (woo)
I keep the du-du-du strapped at my crotch (du-du-du)
I got them woo-woo-woos on the third aisle (woo-woo-woo)
Goyard got racks in the kangaroo pouch (racks)
Sippin’ the mud, live on the cloud (woo)
Chopper got nuts, 100 round yard (Yao Ming)
Bitch boy, put on a blouse (ayy)
I put a bullet right into yo’ bowels (bow-bow)
My crew turnin’ heads like a owl (bitch)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Don’t hit my phone (yeah, huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (aye)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (hello)
That shit on do not disturb (brr brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt

RiceGum – Fortnite N Chill (Fortnite Rap) Lyrics

April 16, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ok (yeah)

[Verse 1]
Pull up to the crib
You got to come thru the gate (yeah)
Ion gotta pool
I take a swim in the lake (yeah)
Only 21
But they compare me to greats (yeah)
AK just like TayK
But I’m not in the race (yeah)
Hate it when you say it
When I’m not in your face (yes)
You just see my style
And you copy and paste
I can be a filter
And punch you in your face (yeah)
Or
I can be a realtor
And put you in your place (yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
We got drinks (yeah)
We got ice (ice)
Spend the night (night)
For a night (a night)
Fuck with Rice (yeah)
Just might change your life (yeah)
I’mma kill it (geek)
Fortnite (yeah)
Fortnite (Fort)
Fortnite (oh)
I’ma kill it (uh)
Fortnite (yeah)
And she with it (yeah, yeah)
For a night (Fortnite)
I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
Fortnite (die, die, die!)

[Verse 2]
She wanna ride with Rice (Rice)
She wanna private flight (back)
She wanna slurp the juice (woah)
She wanna stay for a night (yeah)
Clout G-A-N-G (yeet)
Make sure you spell that shit right (yeet)
I break down the trees (woah)
Tilted towers how I lean
Ooooooh
Ooooooh
I’m goin’ so far (so far)
Been in every city
Like a postcard (yeah)
Drive that fucking Bentley
Like a Go Kart (cool)
Cuban link around my neck
Look like a GOLD SCAR (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Do Not Disturb (feat. Lil Yachty & Offset)

March 29, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murda and shit
Aye, aye, yeah
Murda bless yo’ trap
Murda bless yo’ trap
Bitch, aye, oo

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (yeah)
AK make a footwork jerk (Lil Purpp)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh)
That shit on do not disturb (brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (Lil Boat)
That shit on do not disturb (fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me)
AK make a footwork jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh) (gang)
That shit on do not disturb (Lil Boat)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc (Lil Boat)
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset!)
Smokin’ on rocks, no nerds (hey)
Hang a football like a hall of fame jersey (jersey)
All it’s gon’ take is one word (one)
Run in yo’ house while you there, that’s a burglary (ayy)
For the nights and we fuckin’ them thots (for the nights)
For the Patek, I Rollie the watch (for the Patek)
Off an addy, go cop a robot (off an addy)
My bitch she plastic, she bust down a yacht (woo)
I keep the du-du-du strapped at my crotch (du-du-du)
I got them woo-woo-woos on the third aisle (woo-woo-woo)
Goyard got racks in the kangaroo pouch (racks)
Sippin’ the mud, live on the cloud (woo)
Chopper got nuts, 100 round yard (Yao Ming)
Bitch boy, put on a blouse (ayy)
I put a bullet right into yo’ vowels (bow-bow)
My crew turnin’ heads like a owl (bitch)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Don’t hit my phone (yeah, huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (aye)
AK make a footwork jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (hello)
That shit on do not disturb (brr brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, French Montana, Bad Bunny, J Balvin & Ozuna)

March 19, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Guwop*
(Lil Pump, Woah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Lil Pump
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in [?], Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, got a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Serpiente’ de cascabele’
Cabrón, hay nivele’
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
Me tiran tos’ los bandos (prr)
Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ Dickies (Dickies)
Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy (Krippy)
Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
La cartera con la’ avispa’ (prr)
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
Y otro se fue de la lista
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Blanquita pero culona
El bicho me lo lesiona
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Verse 4: J Balvin]
Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
Botella de champaña en mi mano (en mi mano)
A veces hasta perdiendo gano
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
No juego fútbol (wuh)
Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano (wuh)
Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión (ching)
Gucci el pantalón
Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo’)
Dinero como un talibán (ah)
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta (‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh)
Solamente se realista (‘tamo’ claro’)
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ (hahaha)

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Haaan, Montana!
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ "Ha" way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Verse 6: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
Viste cuando optó por la escalera
Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron "El sonido ‘e la disquera"
Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
Porque saben qué
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

Young Dolph – Drippy

February 16, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Ayy!
Real drippy right now

[Chorus]
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m fuckin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy

[Verse 1]
Prometh, sippin’
My bitch she gettin’ tipsy
Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin’ Fendi
Too much ice, it might make you dizzy
Diamonds, hittin’
Dead fresh, dig me
Drippy, drippy
You a peasant, you cannot come near me
Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me
‘Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah
Fuck nigga, try again
You lose, I win
Shoot him in the ass, again
Pray for my enemies, amen
The realest nigga in it, ayy man
Shit, this young nigga poppin’, damn
Nah, can’t no nigga stop him
Paper Route, we stand on top of shit
Pull up in your city, we rockin’ shit
I’m in the streets where the hitters at
I’m in the street where the dealers at
I’m in the section where all the bad bitches at

[Verse 2]
I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a hundred
All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country
Just to go shop and eat lunch
Foreign hoes, I got a bunch
Codeine, sweet tea, call that a tropical punch
I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt
I give that green light and you done
Ayy come here lil mama, where you from?
All of that ass, you the bomb
All of that ass, you the bomb
Now take this money, get on the plane
I need you to go get a bomb
I put her in Yves Saint Laurent
I put seventy thou in my charm
I put fifty grams in my trunk
I was sellin’ dope, I ain’t go to prom
But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom
Drippy, drippy

Migos – Narcos lyrics

January 27, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Chorus: Offset and Quavo]
Trapping like a narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut your throat like Pavlo (Pavlo)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the North, got the Ye (Go)
Saying Hasta luego (luego)
We rep the kilos
Snub nose with potatoes
Straight out the jungle
This real rap, no mumble
My skin black like mamba
Got stash boxes in Honduras
Straight out the jungle

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bricks in the brick house
Use to hit licks and go to momma house (momma)
Straight out the jungle
Young nigga don’t know right now
Young nigga know too much now
Bow Bow Bow, that’ll slow them down
We pick up the hundos
Then drop them off to Huncho
I came from the bando

[Verse 2: Offset]
Cold gang with the cocaine
The more money make more rain
Pouring up a pint while I’m bagging propane
Point blank range give a nigga nose rings
Skip to my lou with a pack in the cat
Shiffy, Lou, where the bricks where they at
Trippy, ooze the patek all wet
The birds in the trap they ain’t leavin’ out they nest
Get, [?] like meth
Yup, runnin’ with the pack got slapped
Hands in the cookie jar, cut his finger off
Nigga bein’ greedy we gon’ cut his tummy out
Hundred bricks on the roads, took a couple routes
Plus momma’s house heard with a finny count
I ain’t really with the razzle dazzle
Knock him off and then I throw him off the rope paddle
Go to Tiajuana, put a kilo on the saddle
Sack him, hit a nigga carbon pterodactyl
Pap him, choppa piped down like an apple
Mansion with the AK with the horses and the cattle

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Take-Takeoff
No monkey in the jungle, block hot like a sauna
Watchin [?] trying to weave with anacondas
Jumpin’ in the water, trying to sneak across the waterglass
[?] got me beat by a [?]
I’ll bag it, bag a money, know I gotta have it
Savage, but I’m still a gentleman in Cali
Static, nigga turn to [?] ’bout the cabbage
Kill his whole family if he run off with your package
I just put a pack on the way to Bogota (pack)
Poke his eyes out, ain’t no telling what he saw (poke ’em out)
I’ma wire his jaw, I don’t know if he will talk (wire jaw)
Get the chainsaw and I’ma saw his legs off (saw)
They knew that we was gang but they saying that we a ring
Investigating, taking pictures of the whole team (DEA)
Undercover, tryna do a sting
10 mil on a plane, going straight to Medellin

NF – No Name

January 22, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse]
Look, people ask me what the future is
All I know is I’ll be doin’ this
All I know is things are moving quick
That’s convenient for me ’cause that’s how I live
Now they see me out here movin’ up
You don’t like me, that makes two of us
Time change, yeah, I can’t adjust
Yo, it’s who you are not who you was, oh my
Yeah, just went to Europe, they said the single is working
I think I’m learning, I am way more than what people might think when they look on the surface
What is my purpose? Yeah
That is a question that I have been asking myself and it hurts
‘Cause it’s prolly something I should already know but I don’t know it yet, I’m tryna grow as a person, woo!
I’m sick of people tellin’ people I’m here ’cause of marketing dollars, oh
You think that everything is gonna blow just ’cause you market it harder? No
I got my hands in everything, now they out here tryna get to me
Stop tryna lecture me
You don’t compare to my level of thinking, so why do you think you compare to my energy, huh?
Small circle, but the number’s growin’
Fame called me, I’m like, "How you doin’?"
Hung up on him, I ain’t ready for it
I’ll get back to that when I make album four
Less talking, I’ve been workin’ more
Better me is what I’m workin’ towards
Y’all judgin’, but we not in court, no, we not in court, oh Lord!
Last couple years, let’s recap
I make a livin’ off of writin’ out my regrets
I’m doin’ me, I don’t care where the scene’s at
Try to give me feedback, I don’t really need that
I used to walk on stage in a V-neck
I used to wear a lil’ tie with a black vest
I came a long way, why you lookin’ upset?
I’m tryna paint a picture, get the vision, you ain’t hear it yet, woo!
Look, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, please
Flow’s switchin’, I got ADD
Brain scatters when you play the beat
It don’t matter what you say to me
I’ll be doin’ this at 83
I’ve been doin’ this since ABC’s
In the major leagues doin’ major things, don’t play with me, woo!
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane
Wake up every morning thinkin’ I’ma have a bad day
Drive my own car, I don’t like the valet
Parked, then I go into my mind with an AK
Shoot every thought in my head then it rotates
Losin’ it all, but I think that I’m okay
Who is involved? I don’t know, but I’m insane
Poof! And I’m gone, wanna call me a no name, what!?
I’m prolly not what you thought
I’m prolly not what you thought
I used to judge everybody that wasn’t like me ’til I learned it was wrong
Girl told me I should get it together and get out the dark
I’m tryna give her my heart
That’s when I sit in my car, writin’ for hours until I can barely talk
I mean, where do I start?
Feels like I’m fallin’ apart
Act like my image is hard
I always put up my guard
Even when talkin’ to God
Sit in my room and I plot
Everything that I’m not
Comes out in the music I jot
I give it all that I got
I give it all that I got!
I’m tryna think out the box, no!
Yeah, I got people standing outside a bus screaming my name
I don’t come out and take pictures, they tell me I changed
I don’t smile in VIPs, you get mad like, "You know what I paid?"
Guess I don’t know what to say
Guess I don’t know what to say
I leave it all on the stage
I leave it all on the stage

21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Pause

January 15, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Aye
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Hunnid K spent on a whip
Young Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Hook]
Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause
Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause
Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause
Pause
Whipping up dope in the pot, pause
30 round clip on my Glock, pause
Pull up then somebody shot, pause
Pause

[Verse 1]
Niggas callin’ 12, yeah, niggas callin’ 12 (21)
We keep it in the street (bitch), we don’t want your ass in jail (bitch)
I got clientele (skrrt) off that triple beam scale (skrrt)
Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale (21)
I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt (belt)
15 hunnid on my main bitch hair (21)
Yeah I’m real right, I took a oath not to tell
If you try the gang, we gon’ shoot you like Adele (pop-pop-pop)
I was runnin’ up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man
I got a four hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man
AK hold two hunnid, man, pull up in a mini-van (ooh)
Suckin’ on her titties, man, she gon’ fuck me an’ my man (what?)
I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I can’t
I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank

[Refrain]
Yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Wow, pause, wow, pause

[Verse 2]
Hit the dope, pause (skrrt)
Hit your ho, pause (skrrt)
Whip the bowl, pause (skrrt)
Rob the stove, pause (skrrt)
That was back in the day (the day)
But I still walk ’round with K’s (the Ks)
But I still catch me a case (a case)
Shot to the head, to the face (the face)
Bitch, I’m gon’ stay in your place (your place)
Bitch, I might nut on your face (your face)
Bitch, I might nut on your buddy (your buddy)
Bitch, ain’t no lovin’, no cuddlin’ (no cuddlin’)
Bitch, I’m gon’ shoot like I’m Butler (Butler, pow)
Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause
Young Savage cuffin’ these hoes, (nah)
I ain’t got nothin’ but dick (but balls)
I be on syrup like i cough
Young Metro know that he hot, sauce
Wanna see me, then it’s gon’ cost
Went from the projects to a loft
Since I was young, I done broke laws
Since I was young, I done broke jaws
She suck the dick like she got four jowls
Bitch I’m a dog with no pause

[Refrain]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Hol’ up, bitch, hol’ up
What you talkin’ bout?
Bitch, bitch, it ain’t ’bout no check
Bitch, bitch, I don’t wanna hear that shit
Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch
Bitch, trynna nut on all on your main bitch
Bitch, bitch, I’m still with the gang, bitch
Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch

[Outro]
Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho
Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow
Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo
Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo
Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo
Ayy, I don’t wear no mother-fuckin’ camo
Ayy, I just bought a mother-fuckin’ Lambo’
Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the [?]
Fuck it, keep all that shit

21 Savage – Pause

January 13, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Refrain]
Yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
Wow, pause, wow, pause

Fabolous, Chris Brown & Velous – Flipmode (Remix)

October 31, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: Velous]
Flipmode, flipmode (let’s go)
Knock it down, fade away, yeah
Knock it down, fade away
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 1: Velous]
Faded off the woohah (woo)
You know I’m faded off the woohah (woo)
Bustin’, bustin’ out the trap (trap)
In the coupe doing laps (skrrt)
Got me a Dominican mami (yeah)
Folding paper, origami (yeah)
Ragger, ragger on sight (yeah)
Spliff Star off the hype (yeah)
Ain’t got no time to fall in love (love)
Ain’t no time to fall in love (love)
When the push come to shove (sheesh)
Money all I ever love (sheesh)
Gary Payton with the glove (yeah)
O.J Simpson with the glove (yeah)
Guilty pleasure, pick your poison
We got all of the above (sheesh)
Shooter, shooters on deck (yeah)
Still banging with the set (yeah)
30 thousand in the P.J (woo)
Got my niggas out the ‘jects (yeah)
Surfin’ through the village, bust it, bust it up
Diamonds on me flooded bust down (woo)
Ever since she let me bust it, bust it up
She be wanting me to cuff now, ghost

[Chorus: Velous & Fabolous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah, Loso)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Told shawty, make it clap (clap)
Shawty, just make it clap (clap)
All the homies got a 30 up
My warriors gotta Curry up
Somethin’ foreign when I’m skurtin’ up (skrrt)
If they comin’, better hurry up (skrrt)
Wrist game, I’ma stir it up (whip it)
‘Til the white McFlurry up (whip it)
Mickey D’s, I’m lovin’ it
Super bad, McLovin’ it
Slide up in it with the oven mitt (woah)
Now she callin’ out my government (woah)
Freddy Kruger with the glove (glove)
Michael Jackson with the glove (glove)
Keep it lit and get the money (yeah)
I do both of the above (yeah)
I’ve been juggin’ since flip phones
Bedrockin’ like Flinstones
Doin’ numbers in my zip code
Squad with it on flipmode
Shawty ’bout to let her clip go
Busta, busta, busta, bust that
A big butt and a smile
I know they told me, never trust that but I

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, yeah, go ‘head with it (woo)
Baby, bust it open out the roof (woo)
Yeah, this car brand new, give it to you
Now she actin’ brand new, flipmode
I got a new bitch. flipmode
All the money I get, flipmode
You don’t ball like this, hell no
My whole team lit, it’s simple (woo)
What you want? Just tell me what you want, baby (yeah)
What you doing? Let’s just start with foreplay (yeah)
When I perform, your shaking make the bed break
Until the the morning, your lips turn me on, baby
Smo-smoke one with me, let’s get faded (yeah)
Hit the showers, heat it up, still wide awake
I don’t even know, said she got a man at home, I love her anyway
And if that nigga say he love you like he do
Where your wedding ring? (woo)

[Chorus: Velous & Chris Brown]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (down, fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
I told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (oh)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (for me)
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (ow)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (sheesh)

The Underachievers – Gotham Nights

October 17, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
You a dead mothafucka
Let me tell you somethin’, get ready mothafucka
Because the day of reckoning is coming

[Verse 1: Solace]
In this Cold World
Ain’t no pun intended to J. Cole
But wage war to win that can make a nigga complacent
Keep the movement goin’ or continue wishin’ like changed thoughts
Thought up a corporation to combat media stations
Stay calm, emotions will break nigga from stayin’ strong
Still figurin’ out the pace to walk around these land bombs
Takin’ charge, battery power to put the flame sword
Torturin’ up whoever gon’ stand in front of the savior
Rectifying everything niggas be having caged up
Open up the door to perception in different layers
Makin’ critical thinkers from children stuck in there ways huh
Inflatin’ niggas ego who shriveled up like they rais-uhns
You need your ego to walk on this earth
God equipped you with everything that you needed since given birth
You ain’t got nothing inside of your makeup that shit ain’t work
In this world niggas is born with their names all on a hearse
I’m moving just like the pope
Evolve with the faster growth
They livin’ like animals
But masters don’t bang with those
I’m focus on packin’ these shows
And building infinite capital
Instead of thinkin’ about catchin’ hoes im figurin’ out ways to wrap the globe
Around my fingers. Keep the god away from all these sinners
I’m a little different niggas be wonderin’ why im distant
Cause the goat a finna be the one person that gon’ be snitchin’
So i keep my eyes open and guard the circle of winners

[Hook: Solace]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose

[Interlude: AKTHESAVIOR]
Step up and confine walls
Shout out to yola
Doe though sometimes i feel the same, right here and out doors
Praises to the up most
Only pray, when pain is up close
Every generation, ain’t no patience, it’s just gun smoke

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
We oxymorons because we dumb woke
Crispen up the fronto
Don’t need no other drug dose, we done those
She done doe, AK can switch it up and niggas want more
Like car shows. My flow accels, propel above your Bronco
Mayatose, I’m always about my cheddar like I’m Donatello
Even better spendin’ no pretenders that ain’t in my blend’in
Contender heads get severed no one stoppin’ my endeavors
Gotta watch the snakes they slither, summer nights get cold like winter
Get up off me nigga, it’s bad enough to cross me
I’m mutant offspring and your ex-man be an offerin’
She get exhaust, still the freshest ya’ll niggas Carltons
Ya’ll do the wrong thing, Spike Lee, he never talkin’
To be haunting trap my body can’t steal my mind
Beat the signs, know we golly how we design
Only we define our reality through our minds
I don’t feed off lies, GMO’s can end your life
But I’m a Gemini I come back twice
I’m just like christ
My conscious took a one night trip
I bring you light
You wife a bitch i one night with
Your brain ain’t right
Sometimes you gotta feel the pain to know what’s nice, uh

[Hook]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose