Pompeo controversially brings the RNC to Jerusalem; China’s lockdown in Xinjiang; Thunberg concludes gap year

Pompeo controversially brings the RNC to Jerusalem; China's lockdown in Xinjiang; Thunberg concludes gap year

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US Secretary of State Mike Pompeo, left, and Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu conclude joint statements to the press, in Jerusalem, Israel, Aug. 24, 2020.

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Negligence blamed for huge Beirut chemical blast

Negligence blamed for huge Beirut chemical blast

Lebanese soldiers search for survivors after a massive explosion in Beirut, Lebanon, Wednesday, Aug. 5, 2020.

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Investigators began searching through the wreckage at Beirut’s port Wednesday for clues about the cause of the massive explosion that ripped across the Lebanese capital, and the government ordered port officials put under house arrest amid speculation that negligence was to blame.

The investigation is focusing on how 2,750 tons of ammonium nitrate, a highly explosive chemical used in fertilizers, came to be stored at the facility for six years, and why nothing was done about it.

International aid flights began to arrive as Lebanon’s leaders struggled to deal with the shocking aftermath of Tuesday’s blast. The country was already crippled by an economic crisis and now the public faults chronic mismanagement and corruption among the ruling elite for the disaster.

The explosion at the port killed at least 135 people and wounded about 5,000, said Health Minister Hamad Hassan.

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Hospitals were overwhelmed — one that was damaged in the blast had to evacuate all its patients to a nearby field for treatment.

Buildings were damaged for miles around the city, and Beirut’s governor said Wednesday that hundreds of thousands might not be able to return to their homes for two or three months.

It was the worst single explosion to strike Lebanon in a history filled with destruction during a 1975-1990 civil war, conflicts with Israel and periodic terror attacks.

Warned of ‘dangers’

A senior US Defense Department official and member of the US intelligence community said there were no indications the massive explosion that erupted on Tuesday evening in Lebanon’s capital was the result of an intentional attack by either a nation-state or proxy forces.

Both individuals spoke to The Associated Press under condition of anonymity because they were not authorized to discuss intelligence briefings publicly. Both officials told the AP that at the moment, the explosion seems to have been caused by improper storage of explosives.

Fueling speculation that sheer negligence was responsible for the accident, an official letter circulating online showed the head of the customs department had warned repeatedly over the years that the huge stockpile of ammonium nitrate stored in a hangar in the port was a danger, and asked judicial officials for a ruling on a way to remove it.

Ammonium nitrate is a component of fertilizer that is potentially explosive. The 2,750-ton cache had been stored at the port since it was confiscated from a ship in 2013, and on Tuesday it is believed to have detonated after a fire broke out nearby.

The 2017 letter from the customs chief to a judge could not be immediately confirmed, but state prosecutor Ghassan Oueidat ordered security agencies to start an immediate investigation into all letters related to the materials stored at the port as well as lists of people in charge of maintenance, storage and protection of the hangar.

In the letter, the customs chief warns of the “dangers if the materials remain where they are, affecting the safety of [port] employees” and asked the judge for guidance on what to do with it. He said five similar letters were sent in 2014, 2015 and 2016. The letter proposes the material be exported or sold to a Lebanese explosives company. It is not known if there was ever a response.

President Michael Aoun vowed before a Cabinet meeting on Wednesday that the investigation would be transparent and that those responsible will be punished. “There are no words to describe the catastrophe that hit Beirut last night,” he said.

After the meeting, the Cabinet ordered an unspecified number of Beirut port officials put under house arrest pending the investigation and declared a two-week state of emergency, effectively giving the military full powers during this time.

The government said that public schools and some hotels will be opened for the homeless and promised unspecified compensation for the victims.

With the Port of Beirut destroyed, the government said imports and exports will be secured through other ports in the country, mostly in Tripoli up north and Tyre down south.

‘Destroy them and their families’

There were signs that public anger went beyond port officials to the country’s long-entrenched ruling class. Political factions have divvied up control of Lebanon’s public institutions, including the port, using them to benefit their supporters, with little actual development. That has translated into crumbling infrastructure, power outages and poor services.

“May the Virgin Mary destroy them and their families,” Joseph Qiyameh, a 79-year-old grocery store owner, said of the political leadership. The blast damaged his store and injured his arm. His wife — who was at home next door — is hospitalized with injuries. Qiyameh doesn’t have the money to fix his business, with his savings locked up in banks by capital controls imposed during the crisis.

A small protest broke out after former Prime Minister Saad Hariri made a public appearance Wednesday, with people chanting slogans against politicians. Fistfights broke out between Hariri’s supporters and protesters. Hariri resigned in October amid nationwide protests.

Residents of Beirut confronted a scene of utter devastation Wednesday. Smoke still rose from the port. The blast knocked out a crater some 200 yards across that filled with seawater. The landscape looked like the sea had taken a bite out of the port, swallowing buildings with it. Much of downtown was littered with damaged vehicles and debris.

Lebanon was already on the brink of collapse, amid a severe economic crisis. Many have lost their jobs and seen their savings evaporate because of a currency crisis. Food security is a worry, since Lebanon imports nearly all its vital goods and its main port is devastated. The government is strapped for cash.

Drone footage shot Wednesday by AP showed how the blast had torn open grain silo buildings, dumping the contents into the detritus generated by the blast. Estimates suggest some 85% of the country’s grain was stored at the now-wrecked facilities.

Economy and Trade Minister Raoul Nehme said all the wheat stored there was contaminated and unusable. But he insisted Lebanon had enough wheat for its immediate needs and would import more, according to the state news agency.

In the Netherlands, a UN-backed tribunal postponed delivery of judgments in the trial of four members of the militant group Hezbollah charged with involvement in the 2005 assassination of former Lebanese Prime Minister Rafik Hariri.

The verdicts were moved from Friday to Aug. 18 out of respect for the victims of the blast, the court said.

Emergency aid was starting to filter in. Two planeloads of French rescue workers and aid was headed to Beirut, and French President Emmanuel Macron planned to arrive Thursday to offer support. Lebanon is a former French protectorate and the countries retain close political and economic ties.

The EU planned to send firefighters with vehicles, sniffer dogs and equipment designed to find people trapped in urban areas.

Several jets from Greece, Kuwait, Qatar and elsewhere carrying medical equipment and supplies arrived at Beirut’s international airport. Turkey was sending search and rescue teams, humanitarian aid, medical equipment and a field hospital, its foreign ministry said. 

By Bassem Mroue and Zeina Karam/AP

Smokepurpp – Fill The Room Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Bless yo trap
Uh (Fill the room up with some ones), yeah
This beat from Murda (Yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
She gon’ shake that ass, then put that money on her tongue (Uh)
From the trenches, I’m the one (Yeah)
I get eighty thousand dollars, just a single fuckin’ song (Ayy)
And they doubted me so hard (Oh)
Might see me at the house, I made a million the next month (Bitch)
You don’t know how this shit feel
I can give every bitch I dated a fuckin’ mill’ (Uh)
Say the wrong word, she got designer carpet burn
She been on her knees so long, it’s like the clock ain’t turn (Oh)
Blue hunnids so new, it’s like those bitches got a perm
Buy my bitch some titties, thought the older ones was firm (Hey)
Damn, my ego out the roof, I deserve it
I ain’t never got a dollar losin’ tooths (Purpp)
Bitch, I came up out the mud, no silver spoon
Fuck her friend, ’cause I ain’t never had what slimed up on the roof

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Stack hunnids taller than my shoulders (Oh yeah)
Bitch, I’m rich, act like I don’t even know ya
I got two Rollies on, I put my AP up
VVS diamonds bright, then my wrist stay up
Coupe, drop top
Hit the gas, he can’t keep up
Big bag, I’m like, “So what”
She suckin’ dick ’till her throat her
Say that she wanted me, Smokepurpp, oh yeah

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones

Roddy Ricch – Perfect Time Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons (Yeah)
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 1]
Late night, I’ve been cruisin’ down the interstate
Late night, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot of niggas hate
Told my dawg let’s pour tons of Ace
If he talkin’ out his lip, we gotta give cuz a taste
I can’t let no niggas mock my name
Especially when these lil’ niggas see me as reputable
And the OG’s respect me that done came out my section
We just bought Cullinan just to maintain
I talk to him, my brother ‘nem, he on the same thang
We just tryna motivate, bought the AP, show the face
Feel like I’m a Zoe today, feel like I’m a woe today
I was in Miami with a bitch, gave me cold face
She had this dick on her noseplate

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

[Verse 2]
I don’t know what love is, I can’t tell
Everybody come around like carousel, hmm
She got a birthday cake like it’s my twenty-first
I done came a long way, I made it out the dirt, yeah
See my niggas in the hearse, havin’ nightmares in church
Tryna make sure my mama got a couple racks in her purse
Got a showroom, car came from the top row, yeah
Don’t give no opps hope
I just gave my dawg a Rollie, told him take the clock approach

[Chorus]
Peanut butter seats came perfect time
Rich but I’m still ducking one time
I seen the light, then I climbed in
Had to take ’em out, we ain’t gon’ dine in
Shawty done fell in love with all my diamonds
But everybody change on you like the seasons
Sippin’ 1942, Don Julio
I ain’t got time for all these eyes and these groupie hoes

Roddy Ricch – Tip Toe Lyrics

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[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes ’bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin’ on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give ‘n’ go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain’t playing no pretendo

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Sipping on this codeine, a nigga gotta speak my mind, mm-mm
I remember we was having popo’nem behind, yeah, yeah
I’m gettin’ money, I can see the hate inside his eyes, yeah, yeah, huh
Fuck a bitch, I had to grab her by the waist
Hit the pussy ’til I knock it outta place
In the V12, get a lot of face
Spare the details, finished on her face
And I had the strap when I caught my case
Just got the grow house, started in the bay
I made a hundred plays in a day
Put a AP bitch inside of the face
And I got the hood down, they riding every day
Putting money on the opps, no face, no case

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes ’bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin’ on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give ‘n’ go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain’t playing no pretendo

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Balenciaga-wearin’-ass nigga
Hoodied up with a mask, nigga
Shit snatched now you want it back, nigga
I just hope you don’t go and rat, nigga
Long johns right under the strap, nigga
That’s for you staring ass niggas
Sawed-off head tap, double-tap niggas
That’s for you rat niggas
No, I can’t do no nine to five
Nah-nah-nah I went to work with the strap, nigga
I came around with five, Roddy came with six
And we got eleven straps with us
Fuck with my ride-or-die
Holes in your body, nigga, like SpongeBob
And backflipping go ta-da-da, ta-da-da
Nigga, I know magic nigga

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Rose gold Rollie on a nigga put the whole damn hood on, huh
Patron of the New I had to put the drip on
Ask me how many niggas I done put on
My private planes ’bout to fly with the good old
I fuck with bougie bitches, fuck a hood ho
Hit that bitch from the back and told her ditto
Seen the jakes and a nigga had to get low
She looking at the Patek like some Skittles
Her husband been talking tough, I turned her widow
Giuseppe got me on my tiptoe
Why you wifin’ on a flip ho?
Bought the strap, playing give ‘n’ go
Serving junkies out the window
Tried to rob us, got extendo
We ain’t playing no pretendo

[Outro: Roddy Ricch]
Why you wifin’ on a flip ho?
Why you wifin’ on a flip ho?

Roy Woods – Bubbly Lyrics

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[Chorus]
See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

[Verse 1]
To my left I got a foreign (Foreign ting)
And on my right I got a lil’ brown thing (Oh yeah)
They go on like they honest (Go on like they honest)
But always find out things that you ain’t tellin’ me
Fuck all that, let’s go ride out of town in a Ghost (In a Ghost)
Just left the club for the AP and I’m the host (And I’m the host)
Do you want Tequila or Chardonnay for the toast?
To brand new seas and bikinis all on the coast
Whatcha’ thinkin’? Whatcha’ thinkin’?
You fuckin’ up the club every weekend
Got a few hoes, got a few drinks
Situations in your head you be paintin’
‘Cause now you start to feel the drugs you been taking
You took so much to get high, it don’t make sense (It don’t make sense)
I know you wanna ease your mind, have some patience

[Chorus]
See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time you, fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

[Verse 2]
You wanna party like it’s Mardi Gras
Go live a life you never had before (Yeah)
Girl, come and fuck me off the Adderall (Off the Addy’)
We can involved (We can get it)
No you ain’t gotta go (No)
We just tryna leave the party for another one (Yeah, yeah)
So you can keep on poppin’ bottles till it’s sun up
Was tired of the scene and now I’m better now
Smoking medical, things just turn around
Baby if you wanna come and take a ride with me
Come and slide with me, get high with me, it’s alright
Baby, baby, it’s alright
With the gang, it’s alright
Baby if you wanna get high with me, slide with me
Goin’ on a drive with me, it’s alright
Baby, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

[Chorus]
See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
You poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah
See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

[Outro]
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Up the club

Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics

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[Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (Why they trappin’ still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 2: NAV]
Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

NAV – Snap Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah

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

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

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

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

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

2 Chainz – Statute of Limitations Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz & Lil Yachty]
Statute of limitations
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
I ain’t made a play since 2011
Can I talk my shit now?
Gotta talk my shit
I put in the work (Yeah)
Talk my shit

[Verse 1]
McDaniel Street, I had a bag full of bombs (Bombs)
South Side nigga, I used to serve Lil Jon (Jon)
On Godby Road I shot dice with Troup (Troup)
Hit the D mall and then I served Big Unk (Unk)
Anytime 50 came to town I served Buck (Buck)
Anytime the Sixers played the Hawks I seen Chuck (Chuck)
Had a half a ticket ‘fore I met with Def Jam
Ask Chris and 20 who was the X-Man
No Wolverine here
Collect the hundred dollar bills like a souveneir
Carbon 15 hit me, Jeezy want a zip
And Weezy gon’ buy everything except a brick
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip, uh
You ain’t runnin’ shit

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Verse 2]
You won’t meet a girl that say that she left me
I left her on the left knee soon as she effed me
Testing, testing, God gon’ protect me
Went to Pristine, IV gon’ protect me
Ask Steph Jack about the pack
Used to meet Raekwon on the Nat’
Used to meet most of my plays on the Nat’
I told Ross to pull around to the back, uh

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Outro]
Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh mmh
Have the legal petrol now, though
You dig?
87, 89, and 93
Gas

Gunna – Baby Birkin Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

[Verse 1]
Young Gunna went and jumped in head first (Head first)
Roamed the streets and finally found my work (Found my work)
Killed that nigga, left him dead-dirt (Yuh)
Took his body, now the coupe a hearse (Damn)
250 in his man purse (Man purse)
Felt like diamonds drippin’ off my damn shirt (True)
I got bitches trappin’ on the Amherst (Amherst)
I done kept a long way from the bookers (Nah)
It’s so hard to give trust because love hurts
She don’t come easy, nigga, it’s hard work (Hard work)
They be ridin’ shotgun like a Mossberg (Mossberg)
She start suckin’ and won’t let me park first (Damn)
She made me bust a nut, that’s a star burst (Star burst)
She got ass and titty like Miss Parker (Uh)
Swear this bih used to be the martyr (Martyr)
We keep women ’cause we workin’ harder
Lotta bookings, I’m goin’ back to Florida (Florida)
All my Eliantte diamonds is water (Water)
Money hungry, I got a disorder (Oh)
That plain Rolex cost more than a quarter (Yeah)
Keep your wife, I’m takin’ your daughter (Daughter)
If she hold it down, I’ma award her (Yeah)
I still listen to reason, I’m smarter (Smarter)
To invoke for whatever we oughta

[Chorus]
I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

[Verse 2]
I put diamonds on a redbone (Redbone)
I popped a pill and now my head gone (My head gone)
He slimed ’em out and we was dead wrong (Slime)
Them arms with AP look like honeycombs (Like honeycombs)
I done left my ex, told her ain’t comin’ home (Nah)
Told her she won’t see me ’til my money long (On God)
I been knockin’ these hoes down like domino (Domino)
I had shit, I was stealin’ my cousin clothes (Damn)
Now I drip every day like I’m runnin’ over (Drip)
My shoes lately be more than a hundred homes (Hundred homes)
I don’t cherish, I know that they come and go (They come and go)
I got boomerang bitches they comin’ back (Comin’ back)
I go straight in the hole like a runningback (Gone)
Cut your neck like a tree, I’m a lumberjack (Yeah)
Different colors on me I don’t wanna match (C’mon)
When she suckin’, look at me, I’m lovin’ that (Yeah)
My next show booking gon’ be a hunnid racks (Yeah)
I can’t beef with you boys on the internet (Internet)
Can’t do business ’cause nigga you been a rat (Been a rat)
We pop up at yo’ crib like the Men in Black (Yuh)
When it come to that cash I interact (Cash)
When I’m fuckin’ that body that pussy wet (Pussy wet)
She a groupie, keep askin’ where Uzi at (Uzi at)
Told my girl put that dope in her booty crack (Huh)
I’m a slimy lil’ nigga like Nudy, yeah

[Chorus]
I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

Derez De’Shon – Need Sum Mo Lyrics

[Intro: Derez De’Shon]
Swear it seem like yesterday
I was eatin’ ramen noodles off a plastic plate
I was really, but anyway
Judge just gave my brother Dreek 5 years today
Hurt to see his teared-up face
‘Cause I gotta feel it play
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)

[Verse 1: Derez De’Shon]
Derez De’Shon
I was cursed and I was gifted at the same time
I was hurt and I was injured but I stayed down
Fourth quarter, two minutes, I can’t waste time
Niggas dyin’ before 2040, my white lie
‘Cause I gotta be here for my son and daughters
Don’t ever want them to go through what I been through, hard times that scarred me
Reminiscing when times was harder
We ain’t have no light in the ‘partments
Just a baby, was boilin’ water
Long as the kids ate, I was fine with starvin’
Do you know the feeling when your mama askin’ you to help with the bills?
But you can’t help for real
But you still get what you give
I got partners locked up doin’ bids
Some doin’ life and some got a few years
Can’t go to visit, it hurt just to see ’em
I’ll do all I can ’til they free ’em

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I got my money the harder way
Baby mama tryna take my lil’ boy away
Man, you know what it was when you went this way
I got too many problems, I’m savin’ face
I got too many lawyers for random cases
I’m addicted to lean, I been buyin’ cases
I been goin’ too hard, got these niggas hatin’
Bought a brand new AP, got a friend wan’ date me
I keep fuckin’ with her, I guess I can’t shake it
I’ll be goddamn wildin’ when these niggas take me
Keep it real even though I know they was fakin’
Hold they nuts on me, they didn’t want me to make it
Keep them young niggas with me, they still be takin’
Thankin’ God that he bettered my situation
I can’t wait to pull up and see nigga’s faces
I can’t go back to the basics

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
The streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
From the bottom, we was poor, I need some more
I need some more, yeah
I said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
Top, bottom, we was poor
I need some more, yeah, yeah

Meek Mill – Pay You Back Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill & Future]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I’ll put them demons on yo’ ass, huh
I got too much problems, don’t make me mad, huh (Don’t make me mad)
I’m too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin’ different (For what?)
They gon’ keep it cool ’cause we’ll rat them niggas
Huh, livin’ to die, nigga we dyin’ to live (Dyin’ to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin’ with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it’ll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin’ he don’t get me up, huh

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I can’t lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin’ make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y’all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it’s gon’ cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in ’em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon’ die in the middle (Lil’ bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot ’em wit’ the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90’s ’cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, huh

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m like free all my young niggas that’s incarcerated (Free ’em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don’t want no smoke, you ain’t no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon’ make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain’t hit her back, and I don’t wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain’t beatin’ ’bout no dog hoe
Can’t find a bitch like Waldo
‘Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo’ league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that’s Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin’ money was a sin nigga, I’d be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin’ fingers and they swingin’ through like a nunchuck (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, ho

Young Thug – All My T-Shirt Designer (Sing to Ya) Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
I done sold all these (???)
Boss talk, with the family you know what i’m saying, ya dig
Wheezy beatz
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I poured up a four then I spiked it with a Xan now my day real slow (yeah)
Imma go big, lit, jump off it, do it slow motion
Imma go put a nigga on to the drip, gone give em’ a potion (gone give em’ a potion)
Baby speed up, can you re-up re-up
I don’t give a fuck about your past
I give you what you want just ask
Start from the front to the back
(???)
Imma spaz on her man
Imma spaz on this (???)
Fucking spaz on his mom and dad, stiff a nigga I know you love that
I turn your rocks into sand
Your named engraved it on the plane
Delta and private ain’t the same
It’s about time for your upgrade
When I give you this name
I hope you don’t change
She looked at me and replied
She said man you know i’m with the Slimes!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
All this lean got me drippin
(???) got me drippin, (???) got get it
Me and Young Thug, Birdman came through go get em’
All my niggas getting to the money, came back
Never fuck with you, (???) fuck with you
Rich man fuck with you, we goin chill on the paper and go get it
Double cup with two lean in the cup it’s triple, you be toting that shit and ain’t rolling with niggas
I got money, me nigga roll with a niggas, big beam and can’t keep control of it nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Holler at your (???)
Go and tell your crew the plug
Go brazy massacre, then that lifestyle gonna boot up
Make me make a bad pull up
I’ll make a Jag pull up
Big booty imma jack uh-uh, but
If she ain’t fucking, let her cab pull up
Bout five niggas, (???)
You fuck niggas after me
The rats was chasing and they captured me
Rich school, i’m a graduate
All my old hoes harassing me, all these po-pos harassing me
How am I supposed to feel bad when every time I do it man they raid that
My paper say i’m claustrophobic, they still put me in the paddy-wagon
They wonder why we capping back at them
I fell i’m now i’m right back at it
These diamonds got these bitches staring at it
These diamonds got these niggas plotting on it
But how you gonna take something from (???), plus this blood money

[Chorus 2: Desiigner and Young Thug]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

Tee Grizzley – Bitches On Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Pump]
Yeah, bitches on bitches
Ooh, bitches on bitches, yeah, yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, bitches on bitches, ooh, ooh
Ooh, J Gramm

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
My bitch thick with a bag (Thick)
My bitch rich with a ass (Thick)
Lame niggas don’t get to grab (Lame ass)
Fuck niggas don’t get to smash (Fuck nigga)
Weak hoes don’t get a pass (At all)
Installation and bundles, two racks (Two racks)
Niggas stay in her DM’s (DM’s)
Big ass, nice titties, waist snatched (Waist snatched)
In the streets, on the net, I’m trending (I’m trending)
Ride in the Ghost with all bitches (Skrrt)
Niggas layin’ in your bushes, they blend in (Killers)
Fuck a bitch from the back, make her thicker (Shut up, slut)
She slurp me up, but I ain’t lick her (At all)
Threw her some count, had to tip her (I did)
If you not gon’ rain in them clubs (Them clubs)
You don’t deserve to see the strippers

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Thirties on thirties (Ooh)
Wear a lot of Louis, lot of Fendi and Versace (Ooh)
I don’t stress hoes, left her waitin’ in the lobby (Nope)
Show the AP when I see the paparazzi (AP, ooh)
Left wrist, right wrist wet (Ooh)
Got a new Patek and it cost more than your damn rent (Wow)
Last week, I had a threesome on a jet (Damn)
Got my auntie cookin’ up dope like a chef (Yeah, ooh)
Whip it up, Lil Pump, fuck it up, count it up (Brrt)
Pull up in a ‘Rari, take a shit on your Acura (Ooh)
Smash on your thottie, drop her off at Santa Monica (Huh?)
And the fake followers you got, it ain’t adding up (No)
Hit a ho from the back, throw her off a ladder (Ladder)
Bring a bitch back, she had to see a chiropractor (Ooh)
I don’t even care, bitch, I’m rich, it don’t matter (No)
You got a bad bitch, oh well, mine badder (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
Give your ass a bean, now you’re showin’ off titties (Ooh, yeah)
Bitches on bitches (Huh?)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah)
Ooh, bitches on bitches (Bitches)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Bitches on bitches, ooh)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Young rich nigga, bitches call me eight figures (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Ooh)
Pop two mollies, bitch, now I feel lifted (Yeah, ooh, brrt)
Bitches on bitches (Yeah)
I’m too rich, man, I don’t wanna listen (Ooh, ooh)

Tee Grizzley – Mr. Grizzley Lyrics

[Intro]
My chain cost the same way I keep it, that’s 100
Got about five chains, nothin’ but half a ticket
Hahaha

[Verse 1]
Huh, black Lamb with the black seats (Lambo)
Give her back shots ’til her back weak (Uh)
Huh, six figures when they tax me
Know some street niggas makin’ M’s livin tax-free (My niggas)
Look, your bitch called but her bag cheap (Haha)
Huh, and we don’t want the load ‘less the bag cheap (Cheap)
Hit the dope then exhale like a spreadsheet
Hundred racks last week, that wasn’t even a fast week (Slow)
Tell that bitch I’m tryin’ to wake up to the neck (Neck)
I don’t go to sleep in Nike, but I wake up to a check (Check)
Fuck a bitch, bust on her face, jump on a jet
Block her number, now her theme song Drake, “I’m Upset” (I’m Upset)

[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I heard she don’t answer DMs (Oh yeah?)
I’ma still shoot my shot like “What’s the deal?” (What up?)
Ass so pretty, don’t matter if it’s real (Nah)
No competition, she know she badder than them (I got)
Six incomes, stay afloat (Yeah)
Couple Adderall, stay awoke (Yeah)
Instagram whore, I made her ride on this dick
She a cool little bitch, we caught a vibe at the Ritz (At the Ritz)
All these niggas wanna add they two cents (What?)
Little money never told big money shit
Trap nigga with a label, come sign for a brick
I can start a campfire ’cause I’m ridin’ with them sticks, plus I

[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

NAV – Know Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Elliot lit my wrist up
Diamond rings cover my fist up
After she suck my dick (what), she get kicked out, get kicked up
I ain’t cuffing that bitch (no), that ain’t on my agenda
Met that bitch in LA, but I fucked her in Atlanta
30 pointers in my chain, going fast in my own lane
Like Gunna, I drip insane
Make a smart girl give me brain
Let the perkys kill my pain
Break a hundred, tell her keep the change
Now the Gucci store know my name
Hottest brown boy in the game

[Chorus]
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna fuck, no kissin’, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin’
(Yeah, bling bling) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah, ching ching) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting

[Verse 2]
I’m TT (hmm), rolling up the dope
Bad bitch freaky (hmm), grab the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (hmm), taking a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80 for one sock
First time I tried to cook it, lost my RILP inside the pot
See 12 and I always book it, had a dream I was in a cell
380 racks can book me, you know all my tickets gon sell

[Chorus]
Balenci (hmm), shoe size on my toe
They know me (hmm), everywhere I go
Codeine (hmm), double cup make her toast
Got rackies, getting bags coast to coast
Got two chains, my diamonds glistenin’, VVs hit like this, bing
I just wanna fuck, no kissin’, peasant bitches can’t kiss kings
(Yeah) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting
Let that bitch sneak her snap, let her boyfriend know she with me
Say I look like a snack, diamonds on baseball bat, they hittin’
(Yeah, bling bling) No cash register, pockets on ching ching
(Yeah, ching ching) Might’ve fucked that bitch, but she ain’t my ting ting

Sheck Wes – Wanted Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Mudboy!
Bitch!
Mudboy!
Bitch!
(One, two)

[Verse 1]
Where’s the, where’s the… gas, gas?
Roll it up, puff-puff, pass-pass
Never too many, grab bags
Too many hoes with fat ass
Hole in the back of your head like a snapback
It ain’t no scheme when you tryna get the scouts back (Bitch)
Too many funny, shit like “Nigga, where the scouts at?” (Where?)
I like bad hoes (Bitch), they like me back (Yeah)
I got mad hoes (Yeah), gotta subtract (I got hoes)
Nigga ain’t tried me so don’t watch that (I got hoes)
‘Til a nigga try me, don’t watch that (No)
I ain’t Dej Loaf (Try me), nigga try that (Try me)
Get toe-tagged (Bitch), get body-bagged (Try me)
Cause we gon’ turn up, and leave the boy sad
‘Cause in the fucking world, this shit gets so mad
But it’s a grimy world, we was ’bout that (‘Bout that)
If i’s a grimy world, then niggas bout that
Bitch!
I mean, that’s what it is, niggas
Bitch!

[Chorus]
‘Cause on 14th Street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Yeah)
It’s a grimy world (Bitch) ’cause niggas on shit (Yeah)
116th, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
14th street, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Sheck Wes the hottest in the country (Uh)
Pull up on you blowin’ straight funky (Funky)
Lil Jon, how I get crunky (Yeah)
She on that posion (Uh), gettin’ drunk, yeah
Like I got asthma, can never leave the pump, yeah
‘Cause it’s a grimy world (Huh), ’cause niggas want want shit (want shit)
They’ll suffocate ya, like so quick
But this shit in my nature, I grew up too quick
I used to take the train to act a ass in public (Public)
And now my fuckin’ bae still act a ass in public (Yeah)
Lust boys, 30-plus, you should rush it
Run up in the spot, and go dummy (Uh)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Got shit)
They leave us young niggas with no options (No options)
They leave us young niggas with the robbin’ (Robbin’)
But I was Robin Hood (Hood), when I was robbin’ (Givin’)
Free my brother, AP, went down for the plottin’ (Bitch!)
Free my nigga, Mike, he went down for the plottin’ (Bitch)
Where we from, they don’t give, so we don’t got shit (Bitch)
‘Cause it’s a grimy world, and niggas ’bout shit (‘Bout shit)

[Chorus]
I said on 14th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
34th street, I was wanted (Wanted)
116th, I was wanted (Bitch)
If it’s a grimy world (Bitch), then niggas ’bout shit (Yeah)
59th street, I was wanted (Woo!)
Lustboys, nigga, we was wanted (Uh-uh)
Lustboys stay fucking wanted (Uh)
‘Cause we was young niggas (Bitch) that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
‘Cause we was young niggas that never had shit (Broke boys)
Gas, gas
(With my, with my)
Bitch!
Gas, gas
(With my, with my, with my, with my)
Bitch, bitch
Immigrants, nigga
(Broke boys)
Bitch! Bitch!

Tee Grizzley – Tee Grizzley x Offset x London Lyrics

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Smoking up [??], lungs open up
Jumping in that pussy like it’s double dutch (ugh)
Drop a trace of [??] in my double cup (double cup)
Hit it with the fork, I beat it upper cut
[??] burn up on they knees (woo)
Frost up in my AP, double it up with Patek Phillipe (Phillipe)
Murder while he sleep like Freddy Kruger, Elm Street (arrgh)
Hundreds like I’m neat (neat)
Fuck ’em by the three (three)
Pockets on Monique (Monique)
We got stripes like referees (stripes)
Shawty so petitie but suck the dick just like a leech (woo)
Moonwalk on the bitch like Billie Jean, she [??] my feet (woo)
My drip is [??] hundreds what I seek
Perfect physique, I tape a brick off to your cheek (brick)
Trapping out the bando, we got blow just like a leaf (blow)
Chopper get to eating, biting, we gon’ have a feast (argh)
Golden ticket, [??] speak unless it’s brief

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

Rich The Kid – Can’t Afford It lyrics

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
You know what I’m saying, I know they doubted me
Counted me out, you know what I’m saying
Bossed up, real CEO though, read about it

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (Bentley trucks)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it (huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Huh, I know I’m winning but they doubted me (doubted me)
Niggas thought that I was playing, I’m the prodigy (what)
Diamonds cooler than a cooler, shout out to my jeweler (ice, ice)
If I want that n*gger sooner, put her in a Uber
I had ran up a sack, f*ck a contract
Cookie pack, anthrax, catch a contact
Rich forever I’m the CEO
50,000 just in Barneys, I got plenty more
Picking bitches out a magazine
AP or the new Philippe (ice, ice)
New Givenchy on my feet
I got three million haters you can take a seat

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Pusha-T ]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (ooh)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
King Push
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Baby, your self-esteem cannot be this low
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Why is you f*ckin’ this man?
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
You know he can’t afford it
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it

[Verse 2: Pusha-T]
He can’t afford you, baby, just abort it (kill a baby)
That 488 just got ordered
Facetiming from the flight I just boarded (right)
I’ll have my travel agent get you sorted
Nowadays you impressed by so little
I look at your top 5, niggas is so middle
The rhymes don’t even riddle
The diamonds in your Rollies don’t skittle
I see no rainbows
All you lame-os
I just changed clothes
The peacoat is Marni, you thinking Armani
This sh*t is from Jeffrey’s, that sh*t is from Barney’s (ooh)
You should have Zoe Costello to applaud me
Or impede

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Suicide doors, go up (skrrt)
They ain’t wanna see me blow up (what)
Huh, from the Mazi to the Bentley trucks (Bentley trucks)
Off-White with the Gucci, I might switch it up (yeah, yeah)
Came up off a sill, sign my deal in the same week (huh)
Put my wrist on chill, AP real, that sh*t ain’t cheap
Amiri, my jeans fit a hundred thousand
I’m the sh*t, like a toilet, why you flexing you can’t afford it

Belly – Maintain lyrics

(feat. NAV)

[Intro]
Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? That a Rolex?
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
A little change can’t change me, 20 years with the same gang
20 years, no off days, no days off, and I maintain
Ballin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish), same time
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt), I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud, bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain’t fly, you on standby, I got something that you can’t buy
My older brother, call him rider man, my little brother had the vitamins
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
First class, two tones, my queen need two thrones
Almost wound up in a group home, who’s this? New phone

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 2: NAV]
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain jane
Me and Belly, XO, same team, same gang (woah)
Let my nuts and my chain hang (woah)
In the Mulsanne havin’ mood swings
30 millimeters ain’t nothing, watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
Man, I want 10 plain janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
I hit up Elliot, he said that he gon’ get it done for me

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)
Bust down, Rollie, Audemars, plain jane
Blow dank, pour drank, everyday same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)

[Outro: Belly]
Look, yeah, yeah

Rich The Kid – New Freezer lyrics

(feat. Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro: Rich the Kid]
Ayy, new freezer
You know what it was when you signed up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah, dat way

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (ooh)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (yuh)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her (huh?)
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (new freezer)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (new freezer)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (dat way)

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Ooh, money way (money)
Diamonds, flexin’ (bling, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a bitch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a fuck, ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
Pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I fuck that bitch, ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 2-3
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Big shot! (hol’ up, wait) peanut butter insides
(No) Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a bitch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 Ms?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twenty twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, bitch (bitch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hol’ up) switch (hol’ up), she won’t end, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like pollen, man
Never know, big dawg like ours

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (bitch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My bitch too foreign, need a visa (bitch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (bitch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)

NAV – Champion lyrics

(feat. Travis Scott)

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these racks cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Smash out
I call my ho and then I smash out
I brought my bros, let’s get this cash out
I in my mind drop the bag off (bag off)
I’m going top [?] ain’t no back off
Just bought a new crib of what was [?]
I drip my cup, I make it mad tall, mad tall
None of these hoes is basic, yeah
Grease stuck in my teeth like braces, yeah
VVSs, don’t need Lasik, yeah
Iced-out crosses, freezing Satan, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Verse 2: NAV]
Fucked a famous girl to “Mask Off” (Molly, percocet)
Pop a bean an’ let the bags talk
Bought ten bottles on a last call (last call)
Flew a basic girl out from Alaska
Illegal alien inside my spaceship
Toosies on my shoosies, not no eight six
Get out my face, my pockets full of faces
Bust down gold AP, that’s not no stainless (yahh)
My Rollie told me what the day is
I like her ’cause she basic, she got braces
Her followers 100k, then she too famous
If she got a thousand, might make her my main bitch, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott & NAV]
Finna take off on spaceship (spaceship)
Dodgin’ these hoes like Matrix (Matrix)
Ain’t fuckin’ her unless she nameless
‘Cause the last two was too famous
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone
We got that trophy like a champion
Fell asleep right on a jet, we gone
Big rings just like a champion
No TSA, hop on a jet, we gone

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Ballin’ like I’m in the NBA
No, these rats cannot see TSA
They found me, now I have to relocate

Lil Baby – Intro (Harder Than Ever) lyrics

[Intro]
Know im sayin’
This that new wave shit know what im sayin’
This that new wave shit ya dig (4 Pockets full know what i’m saying, free the gang)

[Verse 1]
Im smoking loud this that moonrock
They tryna sue cause i’m gettin’ paper
I dropped out of school and get no education
My momma she happy cause I finally made it
She living better [?] is full
Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck
With an AP today tomorrow switch it up
Honeycomb diamonds VVS’s cut
Standing on stage, I really came from nothing
I took me a break, don’t mean i’m getting rusty
I’m gaining this weight they say i’m getting husty
I stand on front line I’m all about the [?]
I go where I want, no one better not fuck with me
Stand in the glizzy shoot til’ it’s empty
I come from the projects jumping over fences
I found me a plug and went and made a killing
I think we in love we shoot his ass and children
Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin
I think im the plate I need to reinvent me
I handle my business now i’m worth some millions
Remember the safe deposit vault was empty
Them niggas weren’t fucking with me they weren’t friendly
If you went with me back then then you ain’t seeing no [?]
We like Kanye and Kim, you like Bobby and Whitney
Real dope boy I ain’t nothing’ like the weirdos
Never seen me putting on no weird clothes
It cost a lil more when it’s real gold
We already up keep the field goal
Remember that day that I lost all that cake

Migos – BBO (Bad Bitches Only) lyrics

(feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro]
Buddah bless this beat

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Quavo]
AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out (ice)
Whole pointers ’round my neck, lookin’ like a lighthouse (shine)
Lil’ nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down
Runnin’ man (woo), runnin’ man (woo), catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)

[Post Chorus: 21 Savage & Quavo]
Hit her for a minute then I pass her to the homie (pass)
Hit her for a minute then I passed her to the homie (go)
I don’t wanna see you when I wake up in the mornin’ (nah)
Bad bitches only (go), bad bitches on me
Huncho

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Bad bitches and I know some savage bitches (bad)
Get it on they own, they don’t have to ask you bitches (get it)
Postin’ pictures on the ‘gram and @ your bitches (posted)
Secure the bag, lifestyle real expensive (secure the bag)
All these bad bitches lookin’ for attention (attention-tention)
That ain’t bad, fake bad, she pretendin’ (that ain’t bad)
If you pay to get in your bag then you winnin’ (winnin’, winnin’)
All these Jones soldier, fuck it, they call me Quincy
Popped that seal (pop it), close that deal (close it)
We in the field (yeah), spread them bills (woo, ayy)
Lean spill (goddamn), on that Lear (phew)
Maybach seat with the sheers (curtains), AP shiftin’ gears (gone)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Quavo]
AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out (ice)
Whole pointers ’round my neck, lookin’ like a lighthouse (shine)
Lil’ nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down
Runnin’ man (woo), runnin’ man (woo), catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)

[Post Chorus: 21 Savage & Quavo]
Hit her for a minute then I pass her to the homie (pass)
Hit her for a minute then I passed her to the homie (go)
I don’t wanna see you when I wake up in the mornin’ (nah)
Bad bitches only (woo), bad bitches on me (woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Yeah, 38 carats in my bracelets (carats)
Argh, Put her on molly she fuck me brazy (molly, woo)
We in the field with stitch like this Arcadia (pah pah)
Flippin’ the game and you niggas gon’ meet your maker (brrt)
Uh, Goyard, havin’ them racks and no regard (racks, racks)
Uh, Walkin’ around with a bad bitch, she a barbie (bad, bad)
Uh, I started my engine, I’m nowhere, where the car is? (Skrrt)
Uh, Hopped in the Wraith and she asked me, “What the stars is?” (woo, woo)
Every month on the third we get to Narcs in (packs)
Dogs barkin’ then kick the door, no narcs in (none)
Livin’ the wild life, think I am Tarzan (wow)
I took your broad again, she wanna come with the stars again (hey, hey)

[Chorus: 21 Savage, Quavo & Takeoff]
AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out (ice)
Whole pointers ’round my neck, lookin’ like a lighthouse (shine)
Lil’ nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down
Runnin’ man (woo), runnin’ man (woo), catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only (bad), bad bitches on me (woo)
Takeoff

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Bad bitches on me, only bad bitches want me
Hold up, where the bad bitches? Look at all the sad bitches (sad)
Say a hundred, do two hundred on the dash, smash nigga (smash)
Who want it? ‘Cause we run it, ain’t no question, ask niggas (ask)
They done pawn it and the fuckers, ain’t no runnin’ past niggas (no)
Man, we done it, that’s important, who you trust to blast with you? (Who?)
Make it spaz, that’s a quarter cash in the caterpillar (spaz)
Porsche tags on the nigga ass, I’m a cop killer (fuck ’em)
Reggie Miller, shoot ’em, bill up, say ‘Phillipe’ while you say, ‘Philip’
Double cup, codeine killer, Houston Texas, now who trilla?
Bad bitches in the mirror, told her take the team with her (bad)
Bet she bring the team with her, bring the blue and green, lookin’ at my (ice)

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Quavo]
AP on me, iced out, tennis chains, iced out (ice)
Whole pointers ’round my neck, lookin’ like a lighthouse (shine)
Lil’ nigga, pipe down, choppa make ya pipe down
Runnin’ man (woo), runnin’ man (woo), catch me if you can
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (bad)
Bad bitches only, bad bitches on me (woo)

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip (feat. Moneybagg Yo) lyrics

[Intro]
ChopsquadDJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got off parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep in Y3 (sleep), used to mix Nike with Dickeys
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, big chop stick get knocked down

[Bridge: Tee Grizzley]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rock a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like TIP
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t fold won’t bend (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for peace
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the Wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Tee Grizzley]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

Tee Grizzley – Time (feat. Jeezy) lyrics

[Intro: Jeezy]
Tee, what’s happening homie?
Oh it’s on
Its yo time my nigga
See this a fucked up game right here my nigga like
They ain’t kicking this shit how we kicking this shit man
You talking for the people, you talking for us nigga
I understand yo struggle nigga, cause yo struggles just like mine
I wanna see you on top nigga, all the way on top nigga
ChopsquadDJ on the beat so its a bang

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
See I know a whole lot about a little bit
Ain’t bout to get me big mad about some lil shit
I came from white squares, scorpions in the middle bitch
White drop top horses in the middle bitch
See fuck pussy niggas they been in some luxury
No more nightmares or DEA custody
Throw them handcuffs on me, drag me out my bed
Nigga playing with my paper I’ma give him lead
You ever catch a nigga with it, bitch I’m going fed
22 summers straight, bitch I’m getting bread
Bottom of the pyrex, spread it like some butter
28, I made twins, now he got a brother
Do it for my mother, my lil sister do
My nephews and my niece, without me, what they gon’ do?
Rest in peace to Mad Lou, she ain’t see me shine
This a pressure bust pipes, well it made a diamond
New diamond in the AP, perfect timing
Really came from the bottom, yeah I must remind em’
Big flakes in the bricks, yeah I’m tryna blind em’
Where the billion dollars at? Shit I’m tryna find it
Was a hood nigga, now I’m a good nigga
When I walk up in the bank, they say he good nigga
Can’t figure me out, misunderstood nigga
I made a mill on Madden Ave, thats on the hood nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Time (it’s your time)
Nigga, it’s your time (know it’s your time)
Waste it, you can’t get it back
My nigga it’s your time (What you gon do with that?)
You can’t waste no time (you can’t get it back)
You can’t waste no time
You can’t waste no time

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
All them bags, I saw everybody else get it (never had it)
Hood trophies, I saw everybody else with it
When I finally got my shine, niggas felt it (oh they felt it)
Got yo bitch in the Benz, pussy melt (pussy drip)
Hold up, spread that money out, we can’t be selfish (let’s get to it)
Playing like spades, get a nigga and his partner dealt with
They said we only fucked up once, Tee left us on stuck (left us hanging)
How many chances niggas want?
You niggas grown as fuck (god damn)
We gon’ be forever straight with god, we gon’ forever live
Niggas had what I had, but I did shit they never did
White on white AP gon’ make that bitch fuck, while she celibate
Draco will go through an elephant and kill whatever’s hit
Niggas that was up ain’t come around the hood (they was out the way)
Got rich young, retire early, got your timing good (thank you lord)
Older niggas told me get it and stay out the hood (what)
But I chose to motivate the streets and push Bentleys around the hood

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Time (it’s your time)
Nigga, it’s your time (know it’s your time)
Waste it, you can’t get it back
My nigga it’s your time (What you gon do with that?)
You can’t waste no time (you can’t get it back)
You can’t waste no time
You can’t waste no time

Tee Grizzley – Too Lit lyrics

[Chorus]
While everybody talkin’ down, I’m up, bitch
I ain’t goin’ broke, I’m stuck rich
Call your bitch, like, pull up and do that one shit
Talk to her while I fuck, make her cum quick
AP, new freezer, I’m too lit
All my haters need a hospital, they too sick
I put my chains in the freezer, they too lit
Somebody get them boys a hospital, they too sick

[Verse]
If a nigga talk crazy, hit that kill switch
How you hate a nigga that do all real shit
My lil’ brother comin’ home to a mil’ ticket
The people get me in that room, I ain’t gon’ spill shit
All the real bitches think I’m heaven sent
My lil neph’ growing up, he turned 11 quick
But he can’t drink none of this pop because it’s medicine
I had to get rid of my .40, that bitch evidence
Hot Tee a gangsta, he stole laptops
After First Day Out that aisle, he ain’t gon’ be back hot
Don’t think I’m gangsta when you see, test it, watch this MAC pop
In that drop-head, tell my haters suck a fat cock
I ain’t good at sellin’ drugs, I done tried it
I’m too lazy for scams, bitch, I tried it
I got rich off telling stories how my life went
Bring the loyalty, one hundred, bitch, we locked in
In that cell musty, couldn’t believe myself
Lawyer wasn’t doin’ shit I had to free myself
Pops left the world earlier, had to teach myself
Niggas out here lookin’ crazy, they should see they self
I know bro would give me half if I needed it
Bro cool but that boy’ll turn demon quick
Cause, when it’s beef, make sure you don’t sleep on that
My dawg tried to line me up, he think I’m sleep on that
While you niggas talkin’ down, I’m up, bitch
I ain’t goin’ back broke, I’m stuck rich
He tried to hide her but I still hit that dumb bitch
One night and then I’m done with that punk bitch
Only one of me but ho, I’m doubling
I put his mans in the morgue, I know he double sick
Ask about me in the clubs, nigga, I double tip
I’m runnin’ shit, whoever don’t like it, suck a dick
Bitch, when you see a boss keep twerkin’
Keep doin’ that and you gon’ be my next purchase
60 racks to NZ for this choker, I can merch it
Ass so soft, titties right, you perfect
Pussy so wet it make waves, we surfin’
Nigga in your DM three times, he thirsty
Used to be broke, catchin’ buses, I was bummin’
Now when bitches see me out they like “it’s a husband”
Girl don’t thank for that cash, it’s just money
Don’t even thank me for that bag, it ain’t nothin’
He don’t buy bags, who he foolin’?
That nigga bag little, he ain’t tryna blow through it
You got a table full of niggas but it’s one plate
I don’t even fuck with Unk and even old Ye’
This old nigga told me, boy, you should love hate
Cause nigga you wouldn’t be poppin’ if they wasn’t hating
Hold up, when I was broke I never blamed God
That’s why every back end, I thank God
They said I wouldn’t make it but they ain’t God
That’s why I say “ain’t it a blessing”, gotta claim God

[Chorus]
And while you niggas talkin’ down, I’m up, bitch
I ain’t goin’ broke, I’m stuck rich
Call your bitch, like, pull up and do that one shit
Talk to her while I fuck, make her cum quick
AP, new freezer, I’m too lit
All my haters need a hospital, they too sick
I put my chains in the freezer, they too lit
I put his mans in a hospital, he too sick
While you niggas talkin’ down, I’m up, bitch
I ain’t goin’ broke, I’m stuck rich
Call your bitch, like, pull up and do that one shit
Talk to her while I fuck, make her cum quick
AP, new freezer, I’m too lit
All my haters need a hospital, they too sick
Put my chains in the freezer, they too lit
I put his mans in a hospital, he too sick

Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults with the two cars
What that coupe cost? Get that tool off
What your jewels cost? What that coupe cost?
I need two vaults, I’m the new Hulk

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brrrah!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (drip)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk (brrrah!)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brr, brr!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (cold)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10 (brr, brr!)
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’ (so I’m packin’)
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brr, brr!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (cold)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk (brrrah!)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you (pew, pew, pew)
Crib came with a court and some league officials (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (zine), chauffeured limosines (zine)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans (who)
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarossa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus (pew, pew, pew, brr)
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda (gang)
Lil Boat

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk (nah)
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off (brr, brr!)
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off (cold)
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk (brrrah!)

Playboi Carti – FlatBed Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Pussy man I smoke that organic
Fendi down I’m smoking organic

[Verse]
Effin and I’m smoking organic
She menaging, need some more breath
I got smoke all in the air
Fuck this up and you get left
(Fuck it up and air it out!)
AP on my fucking left
Stack it up right on the shelf
Yo bitch look for me in ya
I got drip all in this walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I’ma do this by myself
On the jet by by myself
I touchdown and shoot the gas tank
I touchdown and get my fingers wet
My bitch giving G.O.A.T. head
Riding ’round on mopeds
My bitch off the percocets
Pop that bean and count them deads
Yeah she suck me I can’t feel my legs
My bih yucky, she don’t use no hands
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
That where you can’t buy them bags
In LA I smoke that gas
In LA in link with slatt
Them bitch we keep, she gave it back
I fuck that bitch and gave her back
I nut on her, she make me ‘lax
That gun on me I cannot lack
Your bitch right, she got it clapped
Looking dap boy, young gone get clapped
I took that lil boy right off the map
We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
I am on lean, I fucked around and relapsed
I fucked that bih, he running round in laps
You touchdown in my city, you better tap
That bitch right here, she know she gotta tap
I seen that bitch runnin’ round in Nudy cat
That bitch with me and now she on that pack
Im in south side, and I’m weighin’ the crack
I’m in south side, yeah, and I got the gat
I’m in south side, and I hang with blatt
I’m in south side, yeah, yeah, yea,h yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint

Cuban Doll – Bankrupt (Remix) (feat. Lil Yachty & Lil Baby) lyrics

[Verse 1: Cuban Doll]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain’t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?
You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I’m a real bitch
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak that
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ’em make a bitch see that, aye

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 2: Cuban Doll]
I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don’t shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you ain’t got no vest to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
All these mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin’ low and dirty, now my coop is prayin’ tutu
[?] cockin’, get to jerkin’ have ’em niggas swervin’
Niggas servin’, bitches drinkin’ bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin’
Now I fuck hoes when I wanna (yeah)
Boy used to post on the corner (yeah)
[?] bitches was foreign
Killin’ shit, sendin’ these hoes to the coroner (yeah)
Don’t be sad now a nigga up
AP’s goin’ dumb, why you comin’ out bitch if you ain’t tryna make me cum?
Stupid ass bitch, I said so, wanna smack you
Gon’ and pull up so my lil sister can stab you
Gang posted up on the corner like a statue
Clist round my check like a motherfuckin’ satchel

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
100 bottles, no sparkles, we already lit
Thousand hunnid, all the bills like we counterfeit
Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different shit
This shit didn’t come from round the way, I’m on some different drip
Sticky, she wanna get with me
I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
Ain’t leavin’ no witnesses, Christian Lou’, a murder scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team
The old murder team, the ones that can’t be silent
Sippin’ ‘methazine, it got me out my body
Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly
Big bank take little bank, I’m really gettin’ money

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy