GOAT

Ace Hood – In My Bag Lyrics

[Intro]
Ay dios mios!
Body Bag (Bag)
Oh yeah, nigga (Uh)
I wanna take off
Uh

[Verse: Ace Hood]
Raise up my levels, I’m doing it
I bought some Balenci’s and ruined them
That shit on the dash, I’m doing it
The vision aligned, I’m doing it
My Queen on her shit and she doing it
Want it, she on it, pursuing it
I’m with the kids then I’m in the gym, then I’m in the studio doing it
Miss me with all the confusion, I leave it all in the music
You niggas square as a rubix, I’m in a pair of the newest
I’m out in Paris, I’m doing it
Under influence, I’m wooing it
I hear your music, I’m booing it
You lay a finger, I’m queuing it
I let her pull on the roots, I wanna feel on her roots
So much shit I’d do, let that freon loose
You got that peon juice
Neon whip, on coupe
Talk my shit, I bought a new stick
I ain’t even planning on shooting up shit
No way could change, memory lane
I’m in the parks where my enemies hang
Fuck it I’m loose, don’t be a goof
This nigga going too dumb in the booth
I got that pressure, applying it too
I been that nigga since Daisy Duke’s
I hit that button, now where’s the roof?
Speaking of GOAT, nigga here’s the proof
Heard they was talking, he signed to who?
I’m in the suit for the randevu
Caught in the moment, I’m trying to groove
Militant minded, you know how I move
I’m in the space of the manifest, ain’t got no time for the internet
I got the slightest of one regret
I should of worked with that nigga X (XX Live Long)
Bless souls, live long
Still here writing my wrongs
Plenty hits in my phone
Push to start and I’m gone
Revving the engine, it’s heavy
Rollie and ring, I’m petty
Caking this shit like a Deli
Whipping this bitch like a Deli
Body!
Bag

Nicki Minaj – Barbie Goin Bad Lyrics

[Intro]
Patty, I see you too
This what y’all be wanting?
This what they waiting for?
Okay, haha, rrrr

[Verse]
Neck tat’ say “Onika”
I got more slaps than Aretha
When you lose the Queen, niggas friendly, dog
It was just back to back like Wembley, dog
Now you all the way back up in the Bentley, dog
I turn lemons into lemonade simply, dog
Old boy and my brother tried to end me, dog
I heard they looking for the old me
A couple of you niggas still owe me
You asked for the GOAT so they sent me, sleaze
Tryna lay low, don’t tempt me, sleaze
Thirty in the clip will be emptied, sleaze
You bitches still my sons, learn your As and Bs
Leave the hate train in the station please
I was in the court, no Jays and Beys
Made her change her mind in the judge chamber, sleeze
The MAC’s on the line, I ain’t talking ’bout the PC
I’m the biggest fish in the pan, I’ll do you greasy
All he gotta do is call, I’m in my T-shirt and my drawers
Face down, ass up, I’m already on all fours
Suck his dick through his shorts
Then I ride him like a whore
I mean a horse, I’m a boss
Yeah, I got the juice and I’m takin’ him on a tour
Imitating Nicki while your ghostwriter dissin’ me
Leave for two weeks, I got all of my babies missin’ me
Never gon’ fall, never not gon’ ball
And I keep my nigga bustin’ like a draco
He always come back, Big Draco
Still going bad on you stank hoes

[Outro]
Uh
O-kaaaaaay
They wanted the old Nicki
They wanted the old Onika, so
I had to, uh, get back in my bag
I might drop a freestyle every, um, week till the thing-thing they come
The label hit me said they want the fifth thing thing, I got in the studio, I did the fifth thing thing
And then they say “You know, it’s time to drop your single” I said “Noooo”
You know radio already tried to blackball a bitch
It’s all good cuz when you a legend, when you legendary
You shine no matter what
They get compared to me no matter what
They asked for the GOAT so I came through, bitch
But look, on some real shit, I’m ’bout to go on tour with, um, Juice WRLD
In Europe, shout-out to my fans in Europe
Uhm, I’m fucking three to four times a day, I’m feeling real good
I’m rehearsing for the tour
You know I’m sayin’, pussy feelin’ real good right now
Pussy like bald, like really bald right now
Like, because, I just be really keepin’ that shit so bald and so
That shit be so wet so, oh my, you know what?
Ayo, shout-out to my bad bitches, though
All my bad bitches know
All my bad bitches know what’s good
I got you though
South side Jamaica Queens
South side Jamaica Queens, nigga
Heavy you on it, sleeze
But you know what?
Whenever I do something they say I’m the angry black woman
I’m just playing around and having some fun
Zam Zaddy, ahhhh

Meek Mill – Stuck in My Ways Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I bury you niggas in money
And then make it rain at your funeral
You flexing a ten and the twenties
Can tell that this money shit new to you
You get my chain, I don’t want it back
You wear that shit while they viewing you
I’m in the field like a running back
Jumping out that Benz like a hula hoop
Call me the GOAT, but I’m in a Lam
I jumped out the Porsche, and got me some grams
Ran up a check, start popping them bands
These niggas upset, thank God for my fam
Lord forgive me for totin’ these semis
And puttin’ these bad bitches up in Fendi
I got a fetish for gettin’ this cheddar
Ain’t going out bad when I’m in the city

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fuckin’ amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

[Verse 2]
I don’t got time to be wasting my time
Too many bad bitches waiting in line
That pussy good, I’ma take her to shine
She lose a point, it’ll make her a nine
She know I got some paper, I ain’t gotta pay her
She just want me to pay her some mind
She want a fuckin’ chaser, I’ma fuck her later
But I really can’t make up my mind
I want some money and I want some pussy (Some pussy)
No lyin’ like Lucious or Cookie
I built a empire sellin’ that fire
I stayed on the block in a hoodie (Check check)
I turn my Glock onto fully (Fully)
I let it wop on a bully
I’m gettin’ top in the telly (Ha)
It sound like she moppin’ spaghetti

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, ain’t cuttin’ no slack (Get it back, get it back)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

[Verse 3]
Ain’t no finessing (No)
Niggas they say it’s all love and it better be (Yuh)
Can’t get ahead of me (Whoa)
Whole ‘nother level, they ain’t on my pedigree
I got the recipe (Recipe)
I had to mix up the song with the melody (Mix it up)
Fuck is you tellin’ me? (Tellin’ me)
Shawty be choosing to keep her from messing me (Yeah)
Sniper Gang with me like Kodak
Really got money and you know that (Know that)
Better pay the tab if you owe that (Yeah)
If a nigga start layin’ where your ho at
I’m from the north side of Philly my niggas will really send shot where your bro at (Shot)
I heard them niggas that’s helpin’ your hood got depressed when you hear you can’t go back (Whoo)

[Chorus]
I ain’t gotta front, I get what I want
If shawty a baddie, I hit from the front
She got a fattie, I hit from the back
They should have never let me get a sack
Oh yeah
I’m living legend, I swerve in that Lambo like I’m in the pack
Oh yeah
I’m going hard for this paper, they hating, they cuttin’ no slack (Get it man, get it man)
Stuck in my ways, chasing this paper, been up for some days
Fucking lil shawty, I let her hang with me, she fucking amazed
Crib so big, to get to my bedroom, it’s fuckin’ a maze
Cut her a check and tell her behave

Quavo – BIG BRO lyrics

Dun Deal on the track

Is you with me or against me? (With me or against me?)
I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
(No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
Let me put you under my wing
I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
Let me put you under my wing
I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
When you get a ring, it’s a championship
Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
You too young to be hanging out all night with them

Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
What’s happening?
Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
What?
Them niggas just set me up big brother
They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
Aw man (Ahh)
Damn (Ahh)
Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)

Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)

I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

Nicki Minaj – Bed lyrics

[Introduction: Ariana Grande]
Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Got a kiss, wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Thousand on the sheets
Waiting for you and some thousand other sheets
I got Tha Carter III on repeat
Back shots to the beat of (a milli’) on you
Got me acting like you got a milli’ on you
You say I’m the GOAT, yeah the billy on you
I could make all your dreams come true
Wanna fall through, then you better come through

[Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Don’t make me awake until the morning

[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Got a kiss, wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Love me good
Let me down, don’t turn me down
Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Strawberry lingerie
Waiting for you, strawberries lingerie
You told me you want a way
Messed around, messed around, put it down on you
I’mma do everything I said I’m gon’ do
Pretty little body in a bed and on you
Might have to blubber like a feather on you
What if alls, oo, yeah you better come true

[Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Don’t make me awake until the morning

[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Got a kiss, wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Love me good
Let me down, don’t turn me down
Got a bed, wit’ your name on it (Ooh yeah)
Wit’ your name on it

[Post-Chorus: Nicki Minaj and Ariana Grande]
I’m
A-all, all in I’m in
A-all, all in
A-all, all in
A-all, all in
Yo

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
He and my stunt hit five
He get that ciggy live
These niggas scared they doing 50 in a 55
I’m trynna clap them like somebody told ’em gimme five
I’m be a half an hour but I told ’em gimme five
I’m trynna dance on ’em, blow my advance on ’em
I like ’em better when he got some sweatpants on ’em
I like his hang time, he said his head right
I said go all the way down and then head right
I watch him f*ck it up, look at him luckin’ up
I said you need some thick skin, baby, suck it up
He go insane on it, I put my fame on it
Coulda put Zayn on it, but I put your name on it

[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Got a kiss, wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Love me good
Let me down, don’t turn me down (turn it down, baby)
Got a bed, wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it

Future – Bag Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Band
I get the cash and i flip it (yeah); I get the cash and i flip it (yeah)
Young nigga getting bands (yeah); Young nigga getting bands
I get the cash and i flip it (yeah)
I fuck the baddest bitches (yeah); I fuck the baddest bitches

[Hook: Yung Bans]
Young nigga scrape that pot (huh); Yeah skrt out the lot (huh)
I give it all that i got; I give it all that i got
?; Yeah spend this cash (aye)
I just be getting to my bag (huh); I just be getting to my bag
Me and money we the match; Spending shit no attachment
Smoke a nigga like a black; Get a pussy nigga wet (aye)
Rob a nigga for the dope; Lay it up with they hoe
Margiela ? coat; Used to sleep on the floor (huh)

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
I went from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches I fuck the baddest bitches
I get the cash and i flip it i get the weed and mix it
Sending shit back true story no cap
This shit get deeper than rap
Im the boss of the wire percocet get me higher
Lame nigga getting chopped up only put trust in my gut
Treat it like middle finger fuck you
Treat it like middle finger fuck you
These niggas shoot like a ? he talking crazy i touch em

[Hook: Yung Bans]
Young nigga strike that pot Skrt out the lot
I give it all that i got I give it all that i got
? Spend this cash aye
I just be getting to my bag I just be getting to my bag
Me and money we ? match Spending shit no ?
Smoke a nigga like a blunt Get a pussy nigga wet
Rob a nigga for the dope Lay it up with they hoe
Margiela trench coat Used to sleep on the floor

[Verse 2: Future]
Scraping the pot like a chef
More official than a ref
Chinchilla when I step
Glock 40 take your breath
Rob a nigga for his hoe
Then I put her on a boat
Get some throat in a Ghost
Your main bitch call me GOAT
The Greatest of all times
Keep a stable full of dimes
My bag Chanel, No. 9
I keep them bands on my mind
I fell in love with the bag yeah
Bloody red on my mink
I count it up with two hands
Took a pill it was pink
Double g double c
Water running like a sea
Go get your diamond tester
Everything turn green
I get the cash and I flip it, yeah
Claiming the baddest bitches yeah
Get you smoked like a black, yeah
Get a pussy nigga wet

[Hook: Yung Bans]
Young nigga strike that pot Skrt out the lot
I give it all that i got I give it all that i got
? Spend this cash aye
I just be getting to my bag I just be getting to my bag
Me and money we ? match Spending shit no ?
Smoke a nigga like a blunt Get a pussy nigga wet
Rob a nigga for the dope Lay it up with they hoe
Margiela trench coat Used to sleep on the floor

[Outro: Future]
Young nigga ? that pot I give it all that i got
Young nigga flex to the top i skrt skrt off the lot

6ix9ine – 93 lyrics

[Intro]
Scum Gang!

[Chorus]
Bang!
Run up kick the door, bang!
Fuckin’ up that pole, bang!
Nigga want that smoke, bang!
Niggas do that talk, bang!
Fuck all that talking, let’s go, bang!
Niggas don’t want war, bang!
Fuck all that talking, let’s go, bang!
Niggas don’t want war

[Verse 1]
Tekashi 6ix9ine don’t fall boy, Tekashi 6ix9ine a GOAT boy
Tekashi 6ix9ine tote poles boy, Tekashi gonna let that go, boy
Whip that black .44 boy, shoot you through your cross, boy
Leave you in a hole, boy, you gon’ get exposed, boy
Pull up with the Glocks out, red dots out
Pull them mops out and the chops out, niggas air it out
Goin’ all out when we back out that’s a blackout
Shooters all go, they don’t clock out
That’s–that’s a man down, when we rain down
We don’t play around, you get laid down
You gon’ stay down, throw shade now
Get flamed now, you erased now
Leave you face down on the playground
Pull up on a nigga too (two) deep
Niggas talk shit so I wanna’ go see ’em
In a nigga city ridin’ ’round with the heat
Pop out, Glocks out niggas ain’t tryna speak
Fire on me, boy must be brazy nigga, uh
Rainbow lasers nigga, uh
Cut your face with a razor nigga, uh
Ambulance can’t save you, nigga

[Chorus]
Bang!
Run up kick the door, bang!
Fuckin’ up that pole, bang!
Nigga want that smoke, bang!
Niggas do that talk, bang!
Fuck all that talking, let’s go, bang!
Niggas don’t want war, bang!
Fuck all that talking, let’s go, bang!
Niggas don’t want war

[Verse 2]
But I know you ain’t thuggin’, nigga, you ain’t really on nothin’, nigga
You don’t want no trouble, nigga, you a fumble, nigga
You don’t want it with my Harlem, nigga
Hundred bucks you gon’ crumble, nigga, quit frontin’, nigga
Boy you need to be humble, nigga, ten toes, I don’t stumble, nigga
Double-double nigga, ten shots, that gets one clip
I don’t got no jungle nigga, man I swear this shit no fair
You don’t wanna end up in the crosshairs
Leave a nigga froze up in them Moncler
ACOG on his mug make ’em more clear
And I swear that the niggas deserve it, uh
Niggas they snakes, they serpents, uh
They pussy and that is my verdict, uh
Retaliate and we burnin’ ’em
I bust and I know that I’m hurtin’ ’em
She suckin’ em off the percy, uh
She love me, she say I’m so perfect, uh
Now she busy suckin’ my posse, uh
We squadin’, we lookin’ like a mafia
I’m booted, I popped me a molly, uh
I’m geekin’, I’m rowdy I’m fired up
I wish a little nigga would try and run up, bang!

Scarlxrd – Heart Attack lyrics

[Intro: Julie, David & Scarlxrd]
David, I love you. I fucking love you. I fucking love you, fuck
Hey, woah, woah, woah. Don’t do this, don’t do this
You fucked me four times the other night, David. You’ve been inside me
Julie
I swallowed your cum, that means something
Slow down, hey
Four times, it means something, David, four times
Stop the car
For 24 hours a day, Dave, I live with this aching possibility that you might call me to do something
Let’s go to your house and we’ll talk this out, I want to see where you (Hey, hmm, yeah, Scarlxrd)
Fuck (Aye, haha)
I want you to stop the car (Ouu)
Break

[Verse 1]
Full force heart attack
Five point punch, don’t hold me back
We see through you like it’s glass
All you niggas fucking trash
You’re not that savage or ruthless, no (Fuck)
Quiver with fear when you step to the GOAT
They gon’ force me to lose my control
Niggas ain’t ready to walk down that road, what? (Fuck)
Fuck this whole scene, man, we taking shit over
I’ve been doing business, I’ve been with the olders
It’s too late for niggas, the deadline is closer
The world has been mine, don’t you see I’m the owner, yah (Fuck)
We are that ultra light-beam, yah
We ’bout that money and cream, yah
I fuck your bitch to my beats, yah
I like the way that she screams
Little nigga doing bits, dropping tracks for the hell of it
Never been indefinite, I’m the master of the evidence
Run up on a nigga, I turn to John Wick, I’m a nemesis
Pull up on the trigger and do the venomous negative (Die)
I’m so down and aggressive
I run around with the weapon
I’m tripping out on the drugs
I’m ’bout to break me a record
I’ll knock your teeth like a dentist
I broke her heart, don’t regret it
I’m like Dennis the Menace
Oh my-my-my flow is stupendous (Fuck)

[Bridge]
Japanese ad-libs
Die
Japanese ad-libs
Aye, Scarlxrd, yeah, haha, where’s the coffee?
We lit, die
Japanese ad-libs (Ready?)
Aye, aye, hey, hey, die, aye, yeah, Scarlxrd, blegh

[Verse 2]
Keep my fucking name out your mouth, you don’t know me (Fuck)
You just hear the shit out my mouth, listen closely
Everything I spit is hot shit and unholy
Pussy-niggas never seen a clip, they’re so phoney
I fucking hate this place
I see hell inside your face
That shit fills me up with rage (Die)
Passing points we shouldn’t break
Scarlxrd’s really ’bout to change (Die)
From that railcard to the range (Fuck)
On some upgrade life exchange (Die)
I break down and recreate

[Outro]
Break
This could be interesting, watch me
Fuck, break
Uh, yeah, aye, hey

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Blunt

[Intro]
Tank God

[Chorus]
I be too blunt, I say the wrong things
I get too much, big money always
How could you switch on me, you said you won’t change
I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy
I’m way too blunt, I say the wrong things
I get too much, big money always
You just switched up, you said you won’t change
I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy

[Verse]
If I put a price on his head, hit him from long range
I gotta stack up my money, I’m workin’ on off days
Count up a lot of blue hunnids, yeah that’s what they all say
You lookin’ beautiful girl, you look just like Beyoncé
And I’m dangerously in love with you
I don’t know what it is, but I fuck with you
I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable
But you know that I’ve got trust issues
And you want to be out here strippin’
And you, that’s the best with a stack
I should just pay your tuition, ’cause I know you’re better than that
I know you always be trippin’, ’cause you say I never be home
But that’s how you know you my bitch, ’cause you always gon’ pick up the phone
I won’t be callin’ you sis, don’t you be out here callin’ me bro
The bitches I wanted to hit used to be out here callin’ me broke
They don’t want me to win, I just want to be the GOAT
They don’t want me to sin, it’s the reason that I do

[Chorus]
I’m way too blunt, I say the wrong things
I get too much, big money always
How could you switch on me, you said you won’t change
I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy
I’m way too blunt, I say the wrong things
I get too much, big money always
You just switched up, you said you won’t change
I changed, you changed, but my money long, ayy

YFN Lucci – Propane (feat. YFN Trae Pound & YFN Kay)

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

YFN Lucci – Propane Lyrics

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
If he play he gon’ (play he gon’), he may not make it no
Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
Shootin’ up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin’ like it been to the chop shop
Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I prayed)
If you lookin’ for some smoke we

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 2: YFN Kay]
Money power respect, one hand grippin’ my TEC
Whole lotta water drippin’ from my neck, that’s VVS
Whole lotta lean drippin’ from my cup, that’s CVS
Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin’
Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin’
That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
Twistin’ my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
We knock ’em down, you pick ’em up
They ain’t ’bout no action, they just talk about it
Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

[Verse 3: YFN Trae Pound]
Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? huh
You ain’t startin’ with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin’
Which car to slide in? Havin’ trouble decidin’
Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin’ still (haha)
On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
Probably too much, huh, rockin’ too much, huh
One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up

[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
Somethin’ like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
Matchin’ bling-bling for the whole gang
Workin’ like a, GOAT, grindin’, I need, hope
Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
I’m gon’ hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go

Eric Bellinger – G.O.A.T. 2.0 (feat. Wale)

[Intro: Wale & Eric Bellinger]
Yeah
Truly the greatest baby (Whoo)
All hail to my faovrite lady (Yeah)
[?] elevate your name but I’m sayin’ you already an angel baby
It’s Eazy

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
Shawty bad, slim, thick
She my drug, she my fix
And I’m all up in her mix
She be mixin’ with the wrist
She the plug, she finesse
She the one they call the GOAT
She don’t stress
She don’t trip and she fuck with all my bros

[Hook: Eric Bellinger]
So if I gotta choose someone
Then it must be her she been here since day one
I guess I’ma have to call her bae, I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess we gon’ have to go hit London, Paris and Montego Bay
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess she gon’ have to scream my name
Now every time that she come to the crib
I’ma break her back like I break that bank
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae

[Verse 2: Wale]
Yo, yo
I guess I’ma have to call her wait
I need someone to call me a cab
I drunk too much but I’m on my way
I hate fake love cause I love too hard
[?]
Come to your job bring lunch one time
Then leave your job and you don’t wanna say bye
I never say bye ’cause we just say ciao
She the bitch, she a dolla not a dime
Super thick, super fine
Most important super smart
I celebrate for your intelligence
Fashionista so effortless
To tell the truth I got a [?]
But if I had to chose [?]

[Hook: Eric Bellinger]
So if I gotta choose someone
Then it must be her she been here since day one
I guess I’ma have to call her bae, I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess we gon’ have to go hit London, Paris and Montego Bay
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess she gon’ have to scream my name
Now every time that she come to the crib
I’ma break her back like I break that bank
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae

[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on all the time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on all the time

[Outro: Eric Bellinger & Wale]
Shawty bad, slim, thick
She my drug, she my fix
And I’m all up in her mix
She be mixin’ with the wrist
She the plug, she finesse
She the one they call the GOAT
She don’t stress
She don’t trip and fuck with all my bros
It’s Eazy, Wale too
All the time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The Moon and back, yeah
Mixin’ with the wrist
That’s my plug, that’s my chick, yeah

Hopsin – Panorama City (feat. Joeytee)

[Verse 1]
I built this empire off rebellion
Niggas seem to have a problem with what I be sellin’
All I got is dope and I just make the world inhale it
Bitch, I am the GOAT, you’re blind as fuck if you can’t tell it
I dropped out of school so I could focus on my mission
Principal is callin’, Mama sayin’ that I’m missin’
I check in to homeroom and then after that I’m ditchin’
Start off bumpin’ Dirty Dozen in my fuckin’ system
Mom and Dad would look at me and knew my mind was missin’
I look in the mirror, my reflection was my bestie
That’s just how it was since crystal took my nigga Jesse
It’s me against the planet, motherfuckers gon’ respect me
Shit, but I ain’t trippin’, got a mighty reflex
Stronger like I’m a feisty T-Rex
Mobbin’ the streets with a white T 3X
The mic is ’bout to be how I relieve stress
Niggas blowin’ up left and right and it might be me next

[Pre-Hook]
Motherfucker, look me in the eyes
And you can see it’s no surprise
That I’ve been livin’ like there isn’t a tomorrow
All I got is grindin’ on my mind
Middle finger to the sky
Fuck the planet or you’ll end up with your heart broke

[Hook]
In Panorama City, nigga!
You know where to find me at
You know where to find me at
In Panorama City, nigga!
You know where to find me at
You know where to find me at
In Panorama City, nigga!

[Verse 2]
Before the paper
Way before these groupies ran the world and caused the vapors
I was rockin’ fat Osiris’s out with the skaters
Vandalizin’ spots until security would chase us
Young and fuckin’ clueless as the homies that surround me
Doin’ hoodlum shit they got me locked up in the county
Fights are poppin’ left and right, these motherfuckers rowdy
They gon’ whoop my ass if they find out I’m from the Valley
My whole crew is cocky, homie, nobody could stop us
Chillin’ on Tobias Avenue sippin’ horchata
Shootin’ pellet guns at cars until we saw the coppers
Once we got confronted we would lie and say it’s not us, gotcha
A decade later I only grew worse
Niggas say they hate me, that’s cool, I hated you first
The truth hurts, I guess it’s just a few perks
From all my crazy mood spurts
The power of my mind can fuckin’ move earth

[Pre-Hook]
Motherfucker, look me in the eyes
And you can see it’s no surprise
That I’ve been livin’ like there isn’t a tomorrow
All I got is grindin’ on my mind
Middle finger to the sky
Fuck the planet or you’ll end up with your heart broke

[Hook]
In Panorama City, nigga!
You know where to find me at
You know where to find me at
In Panorama City, nigga!
You know where to find me at
You know where to find me at
In Panorama City, nigga!
You know where to find me at
You know where to find me at
In Panorama City, nigga!
You know where to find me at
You know where to find me at
In Panorama City, nigga!

[Outro]
Find me in the P.C., baby!
Find me in the P.C., baby!
Find me in the P.C., baby!
You know where to find me
In Panorama City, nigga!

Gunna – Don’t Give Up

[Chorus]
I call the shots, I’m a coach
I came to kill like a Zoe
I’m only feeding my folks
Climb to the top like a rope
Chokers all ’round my neck, I’ma choke
We cleaning this money with soap
With this bread, I stack and reload
Talk to God, ain’t losing no hope
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
I hope you don’t give up
Don’t give up, no

[Verse 1]
They call me Gunna the GOAT
Keep me a gun and I tote
Niggas be doin’ the most
Can’t go out sad with you hoes
I gotta stick to the code
I water my money then grow it
She big and it’s ’bout to explode
Tesla got suicide doors
Yes I’m reaching my goals
It’s a check every one of my shows
Had the handmaid tailor my clothes
It’s a pay day nigga, you owe
Lot of diamonds on me, I’m cold
I got fashion on me like Vogue
Whole lotta drip, better leave me alone
My bitch got pink toes
I don’t wanna leave it alone
I wanna fuck when I want
Got the piece flooded with stones
Baby not runnin’ me home
My brother dead and gone
We was just livin’ wrong
Sip out the pain in the morning

[Chorus]
I call the shots, I’m a coach
I came to kill like a Zoe
I’m only feeding my folks
Climb to the top like a rope
Chokers all ’round my neck, I’ma choke
We cleaning this money with soap
With this bread, I stack and reload
Talk to God, ain’t losing no hope
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
I hope you don’t give up
Don’t give up, no

[Verse 2]
I used to shop at the Ross
How I still win from a loss
Got hired, done turned to a boss
Ride in that Maybach like Ross
I got this water like Voss
I wanna fuck in her mouth
They callin’, you know I’m en route
I heard that you had a drought
I made it ship, make it bounce
Every day I spill more than an ounce
Money machine, let it count
Clothes that can dress up a house
We loyal, you in our you out?
I ran up my bag like a sprout
Trust me I know what it’s ’bout
Fed screams and I’m out
Get the racks and you bustin’ it down
The cash route
Run it up, showin’ no slouch
Glass house
Shittin’ on whoever look down
You nigga need you a vouch
Every day I’ma drip to the ground

[Chorus]
I call the shots, I’m a coach
I came to kill like a Zoe
I’m only feeding my folks
Climb to the top like a rope
Chokers all ’round my neck, I’ma choke
We cleaning this money with soap
With this bread, I stack and reload
Talk to God, ain’t losing no hope
Don’t give up
Don’t give up
I hope you don’t give up
Don’t give up, no

The Underachievers – Head Right

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
If your life’s a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober
Got the weight up on my shoulders
Play no games like no controllers
Got your bitch inside the rover
Blowing dope she like mimosas
Say your prayers to my poster
On her knees and fat
We call that the Colin Kap
Hit the fade and count the pack
Laughing at the message that you sent like
"Baby call me back!"
Look at where we started at
Flatbush to the cul-de-sac
Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack
Fuck what niggas told you, I don’t fuck with locals
See me I be global
Can’t hit me on my mobile thats reserved for hoes fool and paper calls to fall through
Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to
Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation
Let that trippy shit confuse you
All my hitters for the shaking
Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement
Nigga [?]

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
Medicated hella faded don’t take L’s I just inhale it
Straight from hell I burn the pavement
Got your girl I might replace you
For the night the pussy vacant, super soaking wet
Power pole extend
No heroics just aerobics kick her out the gym
Chuck the top like knowledge on my fam
I’m riding through my lands
Passenger god is from the gram
You probably a fan
Sippin’ on a pint of purple trance
It’s like [?]
Down to pull my life out for these bands
You call it a trance
And challenge my niggas high-caliber
Couple of savages due to their habitat
Niggas be actors but not with their action
Stealing the flow but good thing I mastered that
AK the GOAT and you niggas is green
Chewing you up and I’m mashing my teeth
Ain’t no more momentum headed to me
Got the passion on me and the man in my [?]
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

Evander Griiim – Right Now (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
What’s happenin’?
Griiim
(burr burr)
And Gucci!

[Hook: Evander Griiim]
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now

[Verse 1: Evander Griiim]
Niggas try to ride my wave but can’t swim
Nigga you be chewing too, too much
Got a foreign in my foreign, and she snorin’
Little nigga I’m the GOAT, ’bout to trip it
Eski-eski-eskimo, I’m so cold
Ride around with my neck, and my wrist
On froze, nigga gold, all gold
All gold, all the hoes, all the drip
Poppin’ pussy, nigga woah, with my gold
Nigga tax me I’ma flip, with my thumb
Poppin’ pussy with my thumb, with my thumb, right
Right now
Throw it baby, bust it open, right now
All I wanted was a ten and a four
All I get it for the low, for the low
Hit that nigga, I’m the plug, right now
Send that nigga with the bugs, right now
All my bitches kiss bitches, and they wealthy
And they suckin’ for the selfie
I’m so petty, oh so petty
Oh shit, hot shit, I’m that nigga since
Eighth grade, poppin’ shit in the hallways
Yellin’ dope, hella dope, this the new me
Suckin’, signing, double D’s, overseas

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got off the stage, I need thirty bitches right now
I’m so piped up, ain’t no way that I can pipe down
The way I lay that pipe down she say that she my wife now
But I just want a good suck up and a decent wipe down
Slidin’, leather seats reclinin’
Blinding with expensive diamonds
Rolex with exquisite timing
Dining on exotic islands
Grinding like I’m nickel’n’diming
I’m the king of Ace of Diamonds
Got to eat up all this flavor
My lean eating up my stomach lining
I can spend five hundred thousand now and get it right back
Say he want to be like Gucci Mane, he on the right track
Got a lil young ho that hittin’ it, say she coming right back
Keep her up all night and eyes both wide just like a night owl

[Hook: Evander Griiim]
Right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
All the love, all the fame, right now
C’mon baby, bust it open, right now
Throw the cash, all I want it, right now
All the pussy, all the fame, right now
Right now

Ace Hood – X

[Verse]
Uh, some say I’m the voice, give my people hope
I’m the chosen one, some say I’m the GOAT
This that holy ghost don’t you overdose
This that living legend hands around your fuckin’ throat, get it?
I am a menace I am the end ain’t no fucking beginnin’
It ain’t no question bout who is the realest
Niggas are gimmicks they gotta be kiddin’
Follow my lead and I show you the way
I am believin’ and walkin’ in faith
Real nigga shit we can never relate
People are not who they seem to portray
Look in my eyes look in my soul
You niggas hoping a youngin’ a fold
I know the difference to friend and a foe
You know the way I’ma play them up close
Told you way back in 08 I’m too cold Chincilla
No I’m too raw you too flawed don’t act up Ben Stiller
Feeling like Lil Wayne my block hot my shirt off I’m realer
Please don’t push me cause you pussy like gynecologists niggas
One for the people who counted me out
Give them a piece of the beast of the south
I hear the mumbles they cover their mouth
I came to see what the hype is about
Niggas in foreign cars with big rollies and a gold chain shit rented
I just lol at you lame guys but I need to mind my business
I’m on some hoodnation I am a first round pick
I’m going hard as the pavement
Wait on the day when the wave hit
When I’m in Dubai I have [?] smoking on Shisha that taste good
We had that suite on the ninth floor
Living the vision we prayed for

[Outro/Hook]
Ooo
Hope this hold you over to my next shit
I been dropping hits I dropped another hit
That’s right put me on some other shit
I’m an alien that’s why I’m in this mothership
She just ain’t my lady that’s my partner there
I can’t even lie she got me pussy whipped
I can’t even lie she help me elevate
I feel so alive after I meditate
Oo, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement
Switch, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement

Ace Hood – X Lyrics

[Verse]
Uh, some say I’m the voice, give my people hope
I’m the chosen one, some say I’m the GOAT
This that holy ghost don’t you overdose
This that living legend hands around your fuckin’ throat, get it?
I am a menace I am the end ain’t no fucking beginnin’
It ain’t no question bout who is the realest
Niggas are gimmicks they gotta be kiddin’
Follow my lead and I show you the way
I am believin’ and walkin’ in faith
Real nigga shit we can never relate
People are not who they seem to portray
Look in my eyes look in my soul
You niggas hoping a youngin’ a fold
I know the difference to friend and a foe
You know the way I’ma play them up close
Told you way back in 08 I’m too cold Chincilla
No I’m too raw you too flawed don’t act up Ben Stiller
Feeling like Lil Wayne my block hot my shirt off I’m realer
Please don’t push me cause you pussy like gynecologists niggas
One for the people who counted me out
Give them a piece of the beast of the south
I hear the mumbles they cover their mouth
I came to see what the hype is about
Niggas in foreign cars with big rollies and a gold chain shit rented
I just lol at you lame guys but I need to mind my business
I’m on some hoodnation I am a first round pick
I’m going hard as the pavement
Wait on the day when the wave hit
When I’m in Dubai I have [?] smoking on Shisha that taste good
We had that suite on the ninth floor
Living the vision we prayed for

[Outro/Hook]
Ooo
Hope this hold you over to my next shit
I been dropping hits I dropped another hit
That’s right put me on some other shit
I’m an alien that’s why I’m in this mothership
She just ain’t my lady that’s my partner there
I can’t even lie she got me pussy whipped
I can’t even lie she help me elevate
I feel so alive after I meditate
Oo, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement
Switch, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement

Gucci Mane – I Told You Lyrics

[Intro]
Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
Finally, this is the finale
It’s Gucci
Yeah, yeah, GOAT

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
My chick is a dime piece
I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
I used to cook with several pots
But now my hands in several pots
You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Now tell me the problem now
I cut that head like a barber now
They told me them boys are now
I’ma pull up on your war right now
The cops know we mobbing now
I’ma go end what you started now
We used to be dead broke
Now we gon’ do it real larger now
You know I’ma vet it
Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
They told and you let ’em
These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
My gold from Brazil
I got my shit out of treasure, ay
You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Burr, aha, it’s Gucci

Gucci Mane – I Told You (feat. Young Thug) letras

[Intro]
Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
Finally, this is the finale
It’s Gucci
Yeah, yeah, GOAT

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
My chick is a dime piece
I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
I used to cook with several pots
But now my hands in several pots
You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Now tell me the problem now
I cut that head like a barber now
They told me them boys are now
I’ma pull up on your war right now
The cops know we mobbing now
I’ma go end what you started now
We used to be dead broke
Now we gon’ do it real larger now
You know I’ma vet it
Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
They told and you let ’em
These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
My gold from Brazil
I got my shit out of treasure, ay
You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Burr, aha, it’s Gucci

Gucci Mane – I Told You

[Intro]
Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
Finally, this is the finale
It’s Gucci
Yeah, yeah, GOAT

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
My chick is a dime piece
I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
I used to cook with several pots
But now my hands in several pots
You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot
[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Now tell me the problem now
I cut that head like a barber now
They told me them boys are now
I’ma pull up on your war right now
The cops know we mobbing now
I’ma go end what you started now
We used to be dead broke
Now we gon’ do it real larger now
You know I’ma vet it
Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
They told and you let ’em
These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
My gold from Brazil
I got my shit out of treasure, ay
You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Burr, aha, it’s Gucci

Wale – Brightseat Road Freestyle (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah, turn me up some more
Uh, yeah, yeah
Wale, though
All day, though, uh, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
My mind thinks at a light speed
Give a fuck if you motherfuckers don’t like me
I was a young fly nigga in my Supreme
When all them OGs was wearin’ them white jeans
A sidekick and a dime piece
That’s the recipe for everything I would need
And would you ever think that bust’ from north east
My luck would go up and the greatest rapper will sign me
Shawn Carter, the product 5 of a lot of artists
Seen a Future in a nigga like Desiigner product
Tryna modify the fuckin’ top 5, home
Get a lil chicken while the fuckin’ sky fallin’
Sky fallin’, sky fallin’
I’m left out of top 5s, it’s cool I write for ’em
Check the credits, the government got a lotta letters
And if they never said it, bet they pay twice for it
GOAT with the POEM
Been lowkey so they sleep on me, damn
All I see, a bunch of D riders
We gots to call out people who don’t be dope for shit
Never seen dope or nothin’
They think they special, but I think they bluffin’
My plane is comin’, my J 11’s
What Mic could say that Wale so redundant
You know a concords?
Aw forget it, they ain’t on board
I’m still goin’, concord on board
Michael Jordan, aw screw it
The mob moves at a lightspeed
I like brown skin bitches and Nikes
Hate clown ass niggas
Long flights and the police, used to pull me over on Brightseat
Road Road Road Road
Phantom, Phantom, Phantom, Ghost

DJ Mustard – Know My Name (feat. Rich The Kid & Rj) (Cold Summer Album) letras

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
Tell your man don’t do you right
When I got that money I ain’t change up
Bitch you know my name, I got paper
I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
Tell your man don’t do you right
When I got that money I ain’t change up
Bitch you know my name, I got paper

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Bitch you know my name, bitch you know my name
Bitch I’m rich forever, put that on my chain
Got these haters mad, we got plenty cash
And all them hoes put the money in a paper bag
Now these haters too salty
Do the math, mourine, that’s a ten piece
Woke up with a bank on a new day
Last night dreaming ’bout a new Wraith
Don’t she know me? I’m the GOAT like Kobe
I got that check and call the jeweler told him freeze me
Word around town that I made it
Two freaks, one coupe going crazy
I did broke that bitch bed now she stalking me
Mommy told me more money, more enemies
Had to learn that
Bring your girl around me, get your bitch snatched
[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
Tell your man don’t do you right
When I got that money I ain’t change up
Bitch you know my name, I got paper

[Verse 2: RJ]
I ain’t lying, ayy
I ain’t lying, ayy
I ain’t lying
Got them eyeing my designs from the side
Side eyeing all these dogs from behind
Throw a bundle in her girdle, make her hunch over, ayy
All these rush for it
I’m a boss, she gon’ work for it
She’s the one who hold you down from the first floor, ayy
Started from the ground, I’m a vert boy, ayy
Slap them rims on it, make them work for it, ayy
Spent about a hunnid on the shirt for it
This that type a verse with a hayayaya
Goyard on my waist
Fell out of love, then I jumped in that Wraith
Slid in that at the club with my drum on display
From my gums to my range, bust down like a layover

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
Tell your man don’t do you right
When I got that money I ain’t change up
Bitch you know my name, I got paper

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Gotta stay one hunnid, I can’t change up
Bitches wanna fuck me ’cause I’m famous
Tell your bitch to leave her face painted
She put her number in my phone but I ain’t save it
Girl I stay one hunnid, I can’t change up
Bitches wanna fuck me ’cause I’m famous
Tell your bitch to leave her face painted
She put her number in my phone but I ain’t save it

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
I’m a boss, I might flex on a bitch
I ain’t lying, spend a grip on my wrist
If she bad I might take her to the red carpet
Bought a car, now I’m tryna learn how to start it
Bitch you know my name, pop up, hit it then I slide
Tell your man don’t do you right
When I got that money I ain’t change up
Bitch you know my name, I got paper