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Trippie Redd – This Ain’t That Lyrics

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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Uh, better listen closely, ayy
Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah
It’s just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
Fuck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
No, legit, you’s a bitch, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
I’m a fucking walking lick, but nigga, this ain’t that for real
Yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh
Chopper get to bustin’, do the runnin’ man, uh
Would’ve threw a party, I ain’t got no friends, uh
All my niggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh
Would’ve used a Glock but I used the FN
Shooting .223’s, you a dead man, uh
Typical to shoot at your head, man
Where the fuck you ‘posed to keep a headband?
Like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (That we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, bitch, not Melo, uh
Bitch, I’m with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh (Huh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I’m with 14, we gon’ float through smokin’ OG
This bitch loud, it’s some gas, got me choking
Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
Know my riches ’cause these bitch look how it’s flexin’
You ain’t with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell (Boom)
Thinking ’bout buying a well and a new crib for my mama, uh
Always pull up with some drums, but nigga, I’m riding with gunners, uh
I’m just wondering what Kari would do
Beatin’ his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt them, we ain’t doing no acting
Slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (Uh-huh)
Big bro, I did it again, no, I don’t wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money, I’m throwing a band
Backwood, I’m smoking on gas, I’m finna fuck her then pass
Skrrt ’til I hop in a Wraith, and I’m running from 12 and I’m doing the dash (12)
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna fuck ’cause money up on her

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

Yungeen Ace – Society Lyrics

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[Intro]
Chin up beats, you did it again
Menace to society where I came from (I ain’t even gon’ lie, they got me fucked up, though, ayy come here)

[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)

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

[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)

Future – F&N Lyrics

[Part I]

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

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

[Part II]

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

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

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

Lil Baby – Time Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

6ix9ine – BUBA lyrics

[Intro]
Scum Gang!
MJPharaoh Vice

[Chorus]
Slumped up, slumped up, try not to get fucked up
Slumped up, slumped up, try not to get fucked up
Slumped up, back up ‘fore you get your head bust
Slumped up, back up ‘fore you get your head bust

[Verse]
Got this FN on my body, if you feelin’ froggy
Got my gang right beside me, ready to catch a homi-
If you run up bitch I’m sorry, don’t be movin’ wocky
Got this bitch all on my body, bitch get off my body
Get the fuck up out my whip, ‘less you tryna suck my dick
‘Less you tryna fuck my clique, ‘less you tryna stack this brick
‘Less you got shit I can sniff, ‘less you got shit I can taste
I might come up off my waist, get the fuck up out my face
When that ‘K cock, it’s a dirt nap
And if you catch me without that, get hit in the cap
With a motherfuckin’ baseball bat, dooby racks
Four, five, six, that’s a head crack
That’s a fact, that’s a fact

[Chorus]
Slumped up, slumped up, try not to get fucked up
Slumped up, slumped up, try not to get fucked up
Slumped up, back up ‘fore you get your head bust
Slumped up, back up ‘fore you get your head bust

Lil Baby – Spazz lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Southside
I go nuts on Southside Beats
Baby, okay

[Verse]
Super Bowl ring, we ballin’ hard, we won the championship
Everybody got somethin’ to say when I ain’t even ask ’em shit
Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick
A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backwards flip (yeah)
I’m in L.A. with some real Crips
I want Stella McCartney, this real drip
Cartier on my face with a real tear
Put the knife on the K, it’s the real deal
Make ’em get out this bitch like a fire drill
If I won’t hit a bitch then the guys will
I’ve been on it, today I took five pills
I’ma run up them M’s ’cause it’s God’s will
How you gon’ check me?
She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me
She wanna sex me (yeah)
I got the blocka, she know not to test me
Comin’ at you niggas 3D
They gon’ put this shit on repeat
Everything I say, they repeat
Any nigga try to sneak diss
I ain’t gon’ say nothin’ back, yeah
I’ma keep gettin’ these racks, yeah
When you speak ’bout me, speak facts, yeah
Got an FN on the kickback, yeah
Big nose, hood on the demon
Big to the streets, I’m a deacon
They wouldn’t even peep what I was preachin’
They just wanna see me with the leaches
Big ballers, I ain’t in the bleachers
Courtside, high five the ref
Codeine got me talkin’ to myself
Blowin’ up, I’m blowin’ out my belt
[?] top 5, nah, for real
Only 25 before the deal
Every time we slide, a nigga kill
I just hope to God that they appeal

[Outro]
G5 sittin’ in the cell
He ’bout to come (came home)
I got this money on me right now
I don’t even answer my phone (put ’em on)
I had these bitches in state to state
They tryna give me some play (leave me alone)
They know that I ain’t got time to waste
I’m tryna get in their face (I’m goin’ home)
I might just give you a couple of dollars
And make sure you good on a model (good)
They know they’ll probably gon’ see me again
Unless I’m in the Benz
I put the Forgiatos on the car
[?] on the truck
I got the money, I’m runnin’ it up
And I’ve been puttin’ it up (them M’s)

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Overdose lyrics

[Intro]
I ain’t no bad person, no
Ayy I ain’t no gangster, ain’t no killer
I ain’t no gangbanger, I’m me
Like everybody make mistakes, that’s life
Name one fuckin’ person who ain’t make mistakes, you feel me?
Man like we, I don’t know what to say
I don’t know if I’m targeted
I don’t know if it’s from what I speak about, like I don’t know
I just know shit, until I’m dead I’ma be me
Yeah, yeah
And they ain’t never seen this shit before
Ooh, BigHead on the beat
Young nigga shit
Bitch, gang, gang, gang, gang, hrrr
38 Baby

[Verse]
Without no coat I was walkin’ and meditatin’ in the rain
Reminiscing about bein’ in prison, I was locked in them chains
Without no drugs I was workin’ and stimulatin’ my brain
I ain’t gotta act how I was actin’, everything done changed
I was missing out on plenty shit, just watchin’ time fly past
I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag
Havin’ shootouts broad day and we runnin’ from task
I put my flex down, never sit down, I told that bitch I’ll never stand down
Creepin’ on your block with a hundred rounds
Go to shoot and try to run
Hop out the whip and we gon’ run you down
Shoot him dead up his head, knock off his dreads
Now he can’t make a sound
Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon’ lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that’s that same shit
357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain quick
Sippin’ on this drank, RIP Fredo, this that bang shit
Doin’ the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass
I told her turn around and bust it open
That Soulja Slim, that C Murder, come in the tank just like No Limit soldier
I’m poppin’ X so I’m steady rollin’
Say he a gangster, got his chest out
When I hit him with this Glock I bet I fold him
None of these niggas ain’t never play with me
Play with me, I bet you see
Fuck that Twitter beefin’, you want beef, I pull up where you sleep
Bitch I’m out the North, 38 Baby, I come from the streets
Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin’ meet
Got ’em all boxed in at the location, the police movin’ in
People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in
Same shit you did to go to jail, don’t do that shit again
Bitch I’m screamin’ fuck you, never change, thuggin’ to the end
I got a question, tell me what these niggas hatin’ for?
Why they steady sayin’ the gon’ snatch my chain though?
You want to rap, how you gon’ think without a brain though?
Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that ‘caine flow
I’ma hit ’em with this bitch and watch ’em overdose (shoot ’em up yeah, yeah)
I’ma hit ’em with this bitch and watch ’em overdose (fill ’em up yeah, yeah)
Overdose, I kill ’em slow
What’s the 4-1-1, they know I be, I be ’bout whatever
You ain’t got no bodies, you ain’t ’bout it, boy you are not a stepper
You play with me, bitch ain’t no hidin’, ain’t nobody can help you
Send your ass to the devil, in envelope like a letter
Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it
It’s all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it
I ain’t shoot this bitch in a minute, a nigga play, he can get it
Double G, that stand for gang, you niggas know how we livin’

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

Hitmaka!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Uzi Vert – Rich Forever Leaked lyrics

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

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

Future & Young Thug – Group Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tory Lanez – Memories Don’t Die (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Turn it up a little bit
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Tory Lanez got the block on whiplash
The cops on draw quick fast so my shit stashed
I keep a big fifth stashed in the whip dash
Trip, catch six in a second like quick flash
Bitch pass if you ain’t lettin’ the clique smash
I switch tags just so I could let my chicks brag
Niggas whole swag ain’t half my chicks bag
No jokes, those’ll get you smoked like quick drag
I click fast and blang your bitch ass
Brain from your chick in the whip that I just crashed
Sound wow like Tory puttin’ a thou down
Tryna make a bitch bow down in the chow chows
Don’t you know I sing songs with a mink on
And have chicks dripping like the sink in their string thong?
I ding dong ditch bitches when the fling gone
With a mink on and four fingers that my rings on
Quick drawin’ like you don’t know where my dick going
Like I ain’t been up in your chick dorm since the flip phones
My ice rocky, nice jocky
So much maple leaf money, niggas think I’m playing ice hockey
I’m that fly type, move through the night cocky
Bitch, I look so good, even the dykes watch me
I’m on indictment with a bad lightskin
Chain rain so much water they think we ’bout to have lightning
When I spit, niggas think I’m in that lab fightin’
Niggas think that I’m left hooking and I’m jab writin’
One thing is, I ain’t in that lab writin’, nigga everything is off top
Word to my bald spot
I used to have to stash work in my broad spot
Cops came, had to stash work in the bra strap
Phone calls and my connect is just a call drop
We don’t count down on those, that’s a ball drop
Come on akh, pretendin’ y’all niggas on block
Twin fives put like ten of y’all niggas on shots
We could do it however y’all niggas wan’ rock
Make this shit pop like oil in a chrome pot
And it don’t stop
I’m not a picture painter but I will put a nigga in his own chalk
I let the .9 spill
I got a ill lil’ shooter out in Brownsville down for the wild deal
I’ll feel blessed if nigga test and my shooter leave him streched ’til the bones in his spine chill
I’m ill nigga, this is not a time drill
I used to serve on the strip and watch Seinfield
Man, I remember serving on the strip
Watching out for cops hoping out suburbans on the strip
Working on the strip, chilling with a .30 on my hip
Whole team of shooters, bunch of Steph Curries in my clique
Boy, I’m a wild boy, check the style, boy
I’m a real baller, you a towel boy
I’ll put ’em in the future, no Elroy
‘Cause I pop tops like I’m opening some Altoids
Breath minty and fresh Fendi
Got a hustler chick down to smuggle bricks through the West Indies
I’ll hustle ’til it’s nothing left in me, and the plug hear ’bout me and gotta invest in me
I send semi’s at any nigga that’s testin’ me
I’m prayin’ to the lord, he’s the one that been blessing me
But yo, I got a sick set
And my jewels like dipset
And we on cam like dipset
These fuck niggas say they coming for the kid neck?
Give you dog shots like I’m checking in a sick pet
Got street ties with the street guys
Even if they fly on G5s, they’ll kill you for a G5
Fifteen hunnid, my FN gunning
My dawg copped twenty birds, and they just keep coming
He sold four and plus he let a sick team run ’em
We ain’t talking ’bout a verse when it’s a sixteen coming (check)
I’m a real nigga
I keep a Tommy on my body but when you see me, I ain’t wearin’ Hilfigher
Just a ladder and a roofer that’ll drill niggas
And down to take his charge when he kill niggas
Look, I’m the hot kid in the school
I pull up to the party and I pop chicks in the pool
Hot chicks say I’m hot and my dick is a jewel
Just let me box with that twat, I’ll stick it and move
Yo, she like the way my wrist dance
She like the way the wrists on my fist dance
Every time a nigga switch hands
And my guns and shooters on quickstands
You would thinks the guns designer, they way they come in rip pants
Wrist cuts, my wrist slants and I’m in the truck getting jiggy, tryna get up in your chick pants
Bitch dance
It’s four hoes with me, if them four hoes did me, shawty, it won’t be a fifth chance
My whole stretch from south France to Brisbane
And they attached to the arms like wrist bands
Look, I send ’em up and I’ma send a [?] back if they sent ’em up
My dawg got a twenty on him and a semi tucked
But, I’ve been in so many life or death situations, I just wanna live it up
I dropped it off and I picked it up
And my Joels all Embiided and I’m feeling all sixered up
I’m in the club tryna find a thick chick to fuck
Man, after all my neck and wrist is all glittered up
Bitches wanna fuck it up, now they want to lick it up
They man hear about it next day and wan’ get me touched
In a Bentley, tints tucked, Cuban linked up
Big chain on me in case I gotta get you inked up
Wrink up, see the wrist roller wrinked up
Whole squad looking like we robbed us a Brink’s truck
Any cat that know Lanez know I’m worldwide
I leave you on your sweatshirt like Earl died
I’m more wavy than a surfer on a curl tide
And you a bitch, even lookin’ from your girl’s eyes
I’m a stunna, my wrist done up, my girls got the scar tissue on her tits done up
Fucking with her, I’ma have to lift gun up and bang bang ’til the tissue on your hip come up
I’m a all around star player
I’m a lot of y’all father like Darth Vader
Fuck niggas know I charge for my hard labour
I spent nights in that cold for that hard paper
Listen, that’s why I feel I’m the most hot in the place
A lot of niggas saying they hot but they not in the place
And your block? It ain’t hot, man it’s safe
Next nigga diss Tory Lanez ’bout to get shot in his face, nigga
I hate niggas that lie and move funny
That why keep fly and chill on the cruise money
Y’all niggas lose money, y’all niggas just snooze money
Just look at my blood, my shit is just ooze money
Look, I do this for that youngin’ on the corner
That hustle all day though he never had a daughter
He never had a father, he hustle in the corner
I’m telling that he wilding tryna truck the shit to Florida
But niggas love to hustle, it’s aura
When you come up from the poor, you struggle and you short
You gon’ do it for mother, lost your brother to the force
So you in the only son to keep the loving in the core
Every day you ducking strays tryna run in to the store
And you can’t afford a bed, layin’ covers on the floor
And you momma’s stressing and her blood pressure getting lower
And your daughter want that brand new toy
But it’s hard to show her that you broke and can’t afford it
So you on the corner, niggas talking shit and the plug, he keep avoidin’ ya
So you wanna hustle and you tryna get your coin up
Out there on your own, but shit, Satan will corner ya
So you wanna own, tryna get your own up
Now I’m on my own, I’m just tryna get my own up
Had to come through, 54, bought the chrome up
Niggas tried to hate, had to bring back the chrome up
I’m on Funk Flex, ay yo fuck everybody that said, "fuck Flex"
I don’t care what niggas talk and how they wan’ talk
I’m on my thing and my niggas let them things bark
Listen, look, I been this way, I don’t care how the fuck I’m coming in this way
I’m with my nigga Ray, my nigga Uno and my nigga GP
Niggas come through, I got them bitches on the CD
They gon’ watch me like we on the DVD
I don’t give a fuck man, you see me on the TV
And I’m all up in the Champs, and I’m all up in Adidas
I got all the bad bitches, more stripes than a zebra
Niggas hatin’ on me, ’cause they see me and I’m gettin’-
Fuck around, see me magazine, up all up in the features
XXL ain’t want me on the cover, next year they came around
I fucked around and dubbed ’em
I don’t give a fuck, y’all nigga know how I be rocking
Forty fifth on the block, niggas milly rocking
Ciroc poppin’, shout out my nigga French
That French Vanilla is lit and the shit is intense
I had a bad bitches threesomes last night
It was mad riches, all my niggas savages
I come to the block, above the averages
I don’t give a fuck, my niggas

Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)

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

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

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

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

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

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

YBN Nahmir – Bail Out

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

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

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

Project Youngin – Balmains (feat. Lil Baby)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo Gotti – Betrayal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FUTURE – Drip On Me lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

FUTURE – Group Home lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

YOUNG THUG – Killed Before lyrics

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

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

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

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

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

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

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

Young Thug – Killed Before lyrics

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

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

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

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

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

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

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

Future – Group Home lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

G Herbo – 4 Minutes of Hell Part 5 Lyrics

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

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

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

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

Lil Baby – Narcs

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

[Verse 1]
I’m rockin’ Balmains like they cheap
I brought out all hundreds and it’s neat
I ride in foreign cars like I’m Meech
Punchin’ on foreign broads on the beach
I got it all gone in a week, week
Saved by the bell like I’m Screech, Screech
F&N ride on my seat
Hope one of you niggas don’t reach
I’m on that timeline, niggas watchin’
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
I’m rockin’ Tom Ford like a doctor
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
We keep them dracos, shout out to the shottas
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
This shit was hard for us, we thought we all was stuck
They told me go get it and I went and got it
Lil nigga I’m the one that got it poppin’
Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya
I been hearin’ niggas talkin’
But when I pull up on them niggas’ head drop
I got the streets in a head lock
Straight to the money, no stops
Straight gas, nigga fuck cops

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pussy nigga hatin’, pocket watching
Hope that they ain’t forget the pocket rocket
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
I been grindin’ for a minute, I been really really gettin’ it
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
Turned a nigga to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
Take the dollar to your partners, show ’em how to add the water
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin’ with the mobsters
He know he pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
We got the weight, that’s a full one, damn she just blew me
Pass me the percs I need two of ’em
Get to the money, I’m racin’
Bitch better check my trap, I’m gettin’ money
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
Niggas try me they gon’ die
Youngins screamin’ what’s the price? I can’t wait to let ’em slide
It’s gon’ be a homicide
I ain’t gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

Lil Baby – Narcs (Harder Than Hard Gangster Grillz Mixtape)

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

[Verse 1]
I’m rockin’ Balmains like they cheap
I brought out all hundreds and it’s neat
I ride in foreign cars like I’m Meech
Punchin’ on foreign broads on the beach
I got it all gone in a week, week
Saved by the bell like I’m Screech, Screech
F&N ride on my seat
Hope one of you niggas don’t reach
I’m on that timeline, niggas watchin’
I just spent sixty thousand on some watches
I’m rockin’ Tom Ford like a doctor
I just spent twenty thousand on some choppers
We keep them dracos, shout out to the shottas
Nigga we gotta pull up in apartments
This shit was hard for us, we thought we all was stuck
They told me go get it and I went and got it
Lil nigga I’m the one that got it poppin’
Lil nigga pull up on ya, try to pop ya
I been hearin’ niggas talkin’
But when I pull up on them niggas’ head drop
I got the streets in a head lock
Straight to the money, no stops
Straight gas, nigga fuck cops

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

[Verse 2]
Pussy nigga hatin’, pocket watching
Hope that they ain’t forget the pocket rocket
Everything I do is expensive, old school dash digit
I been grindin’ for a minute, I been really really gettin’ it
We was really in them kitchens, I can show you how to get it
Turned a nigga to a fifty, turned a fifty to a dollar
Take the dollar to your partners, show ’em how to add the water
Lock it up and make it harder, Bentley ridin’ with the mobsters
He know he pasta, we hit on oodles of noodles
We got the weight, that’s a full one, damn she just blew me
Pass me the percs I need two of ’em
Get to the money, I’m racin’
Bitch better check my trap, I’m gettin’ money
Pockets full, why not, FN on the side
Niggas try me they gon’ die
Youngins screamin’ what’s the price? I can’t wait to let ’em slide
It’s gon’ be a homicide
I ain’t gotta tell no lies, 4PF until I die

[Chorus]
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper
The narcs just ran in the spot
Nobody was there, we got out
I know they mad as fuck
They can’t keep tabs on us
We dodgin’ the feds, tryna get this paper
He on the grind and I’ll see you later
I’m tryna grind, go and get this paper

Ar-Ab – No Smoke (feat. Velous)

[Hook- Velous]
Moving them keys like piano man
I get it straight off the boat
To the red light, green light my hitters ready to go
Just to whip around the foreign
I had to whip on the stove
Ask about us boy they really know
All they do is blow smoke
But they don’t want no smoke (no, no, no)
They don’t want no smoke

[AR-AB]
Made a million in that trap house
Count it all ’till I passed out
Woke up to another pile
Had ’em thinking I cashed out
King AB I run it, they rap I done it
Avatars in my pockets, talking bout blue hundreds
Put it all in the ceiling, too heavy for the mattress
40 laying on my dresser, two clips for the actors
NASCAR like vroom vroom, red light blow past ya
I was born for the drama, you don’t want no action
You don’t want no smoke, green light on go
I’ll rob the whole city ‘fore I go broke
Counted a hundred fifty off of snow
This time last year I was stuck at the stove

[Velous]
Moving them keys like piano man
I get it straight off the boat
To the red light, green light my hitters ready to go
Just to whip around the foreign
I had to whip on the stove
Ask about us boy they really know
All they do is blow smoke
But they don’t want no smoke (no, no, no)
They don’t want no smoke

[AR-AB]
Just me and my wrist, water whipping that kitchen
VisionWare on the stove, quarter brick in them dishes
About a half in that water, locking up when it swimming
All my hitters on post, ready set positions
FN no holster, we ain’t got no issues
Team full of killers, send them boys to come get you
Snatch you out that Bentley, who the fuck ya’ll kidding
I don’t play no balls, you know I run my city
Pulled up at a dice game, lost a half a ticket
All I know that thing got wiggy wiggy wiggy wiggy
God bless my hitters, knee deep in them trenches
All for the shoot king, aiming with precision

[Hook- Velous]
Moving them keys like piano man
I get it straight off the boat
To the red light, green light my hitters ready to go
Just to whip around the foreign
I had to whip on the stove
Ask about us boy they really know
All they do is blow smoke
But they don’t want no smoke (no, no, no)
They don’t want no smoke

Shabazz PBG & Dolan Beats – Package

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

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

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

2 Chainz – Big Amount (feat. Drake) (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

I’mma tell you, I’mma tell you this right now
If you, if you woke up this mornin’, nigga you winnin’ for real
I got a big amount, I took a different route
I am the pick of the litter
I was in juvy, they gave me community
I had to pick up some litter
I want it easy, please do not tease me
I wore my Yeezys to dinner
This is the season, I got the seasonin’
Don’t make me sprinkle you niggas
I got my reasons, you wanna please me
Send me the pussy, not pictures
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin’
She turn to freak on the liquor
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
Yeah, I pour some Voss on these bitches
Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches
Yeah, rock Double Cross on these bitches, yeah
Dearly departed, gather today
On some Prince shit
You know what they say
Me and my safe, got a friendship
Ten on me, thin weight, flip weight, gettin’ paid
Gettin’ laid
Bitch made, took off sick days
6 trey, 64 bounce, bitch, bounce
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
Patty melt with the hash browns
Tryna avoid all the pat downs
Tryna avoid all the lame hoes
Weirdos in the background
Black out when I back out
Blow the horn for a pedestrian
Shawty ride like an equestrian
I bought the dress that she in
Red bottoms in his and hers
Got a Rollie in his and hers
Got a car in his and hers
Walk in the zoo and say, "Pick a fur"
Last night was a blur to me
This mornin’ I got two with me
I don’t know what to do with me
Goin’ ape like the zoo with me
Got a tool with the screw missin’
Two girls in the pool kissin’
Everywhere I go, the rod with me
‘Cause these niggas actin’ too fishy
Fuck y’all niggas on, man?
Duffle bag forever
Just left V Live
Atlanta could never die as long as Tit alive
Yeah
Look, I got a big amount
I think I’m the biggest out
Got hits and I ain’t even put ’em out
Lit and you can’t even put it out
Got the Billboard melodies
Rap is somethin’ I do on the side
Crossed over to the other side
And I didn’t even have to die
Got the money and I never show it
Let a nigga try to play heroic
Michael Jackson talkin’ to me in my dreams
And he say, "You bad and you know it"
Better shamone with my check then
I’m a J. Prince investment
Niggas love to talk reckless
Then see me like best friends
Got the sand colored FN
And I’ve never seen the inside of a Marriott or a Westin
Five stars, nothin’ less than
Fuck niggas on your payroll
And you let ’em know the safe code
And you knew him for a month though
But you call them niggas big bro
You could move in the Hidden Hills
And we still don’t live by the same code
I’m respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it’s straight to the pot of gold
Somebody, everybody know
6 God with the god flow

MIKE WILL MADE IT – Gucci On My lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mike WiLL Made-It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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