A$AP Rocky – Brand New Guy (feat. ScHoolboy Q) lyrics

[Verse 1: Asap Rocky]
I’m camo down to my boxers
Gold teeth, a bathing ape
It’s animals in my projects
Like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper
I hold heat, bangers bang
Let the chiquita speak
Let it keep the peace
That Lil B, bangkadang
I don’t care if you blue or you red flagging
Hair swinging, my pants sagging
Hoes all on my band wagon
Your bitch gagging, she jet lagging
All my cause niggas, what’s crackin’?
All my blood niggas, what’s poppin’?
I ain’t set tripping, I just happen
To know who click clacking, who mismatching
Fuck swagger, you been jacking
Fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon
My bitch drive it and my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit chattin’
See a nigga don’t shit happen
I’m finna blow on that Bin Laden
So talk money, check latin (Suck my fuckin’ dick bitch)

[Hook: x2]
Brand new clip, brand new 9
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me meet the brand new guys

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
That 45 be the big toy
Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Clipped up like I’m paranoid
Hot as hell nigga, Fitzroy
Pulled off through the city like {skirrt}
Seen that hoe nigga like {skirttt pop}
Hopped up on a nigga like {murrppp}
Put that pussy nigga in a purse
You wouldn’t be the first covering the dirt
Put him in the ground, he was down to earth
Napped up nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work
With two bad hoes, I’ll teach you how to jerk
Teach you how to jerk
Swaggin’ in my J’s
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade
Brand new nigga with the brand new venue
Sold that bitch out
Should’ve made that ho bigger
Killer charisma these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga
You quick with the gat and the dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house
Twisting up weed
I’m digging her out
Just filling her out
Do all that shit you be talking about
While you gone? Shit, NetFlix on your couch
What this pop corn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin’
You over there lovin’
That bitch be my stuffing, like
Like we really be fucking

[Hook: x2]
Brand new clip, brand new 9
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me meet the brand new guys

[Verse 3:]
[Schoolboy Q:]
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawls
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This motherfucker hold 15
Smack that ho in, tell the clip get lost
Bitch I’m a boss
Pulled up clean, don’t you hear the exhaust
Got my tie on, gripping on my iron
Who I’m about to fire on?
[ASAP Rocky:]
Rap game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I rap for?
Crack game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I trap for?
Riding round with that mask on
Like a Mac attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard
Clap on, clap off
[Schoolboy Q:]
Blue pit in my back yard
[ASAP Rocky:]
Red nose my bad broad
[Schoolboy Q:]
Tight and full of that hydro
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pretty nigga, no catwalk
[Schoolboy Q:]
Big burner in your big mouth
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pussy niggas suck lead off
[Schoolboy Q:]
I pull it up then skirt off
Vodka shots, he Smirnoff
[ASAP Rocky:]
40 oz of that Cristal
Rose, that Rick Ross
[Schoolboy Q:]
Got it jumping like Kriss Kross
[ASAP Rocky:]
Mishmashing, no jigsaw
[Schoolboy Q:]
No horseplay when we quick draw
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pussy nigga get a tit job
[Schoolboy Q:]
Hands up, stick your mands up
Your time’s up, the new brand’s up
Brrap!
Q!

Migos – Open It Up lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Woo, woo woo
Coupe with the wings (brr)
Fuck that bitch, don’t buy no ring (buy no rings)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it count money in my dream (yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Mr. Miyagi, tats on my body (yeah)
Racks up the party (uh)
Facts say I got it (yeah)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrt skrt)
Crashed the Bugatti (skrt)
QC murder ain’t no Gotti (QC)
Sh, don’t tell nobody (aye)
We ain’t tryna rob, that’s just how we mob (mobbin’)
Leave that to the blocks (leave it)
Money to the stars (yoda)
Blessings came from god (woo)
Had to beat the odds (beat it)
Young nigga workin’ hard (workin’)
Pull yo card (pull it)
In that pot, first one makin’ noise (skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Boulevard, slide with my boys (skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Met Gala, tripped on the red carpet
So my ice on the wrong way (yeah)
Elliot did the [?], Johnny Dang did my Ice Tray

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Open it up, open it, open it
Double cup feelin’ the opium
It’s AK in the cut, my niggas totin’ it
We ain’t tryna look appropriate (nah)
Don’t show up and look at me wrong, I’m blowin’ it
You tryna plot and we knowin’ it
Throw it with [?] throwin’ it
My niggas shoot Without Warning (brr)
6 o’clock in the mornin’ (mornin’)
Phone ringing, it’s annoying (brr)
I ain’t been to sleep, tourin’ (tourin’)
And I got a late performance (late)
You’re funny should call you Martin Lawrence
You 12, so issue a warrant (12)
All this ice on me, it’s stormin’ (ice)
Cookie at night, she gone by the mornin’ (gone)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

[Verse 3: Offset]
Try to get the formula
Iced out all of us (ice)
Bricks from the cornerback
Gone for a hundred packs
Fire me a 50 and I ran with 200 racks (ran)
And I ain’t ever plan on comin’ back (nah)
Got the 16 year old shooter pack (brr)
Get that 40, push your noodle back (get that)
Diamonds almost took the Rick Ruler back (slick the Ruler)
Gotti god, I’m fallin’ for the booby trap (booby trap)
Stretch out the dope like it’s athletic (dope)
Then I asked the bitch, “is your mouth ready?”
You got a nigga drip on your wedding [?] (drip)
Better keep it over there to keep your [?] steady (hey)
I ain’t playin’ with these niggas I’ma threat ’em (nah)
He don’t want no smoke, and I’m down to battle (smoke)
25 bricks and they all edible (bricks)
I’m the bih’ dog on a high pedestal
Bo-legged coupe (coupe)
Mil’ in the roof (mills)
Bitch got the juice (juice)
I know you feel me, masseuse (you feel)
You rock me, I kill you a truce (I kill you)
Big porno’s on my neck, Bruce Bruce (Big porno’s)
Grey digger runnin’ off on you (grey digger)
You too cute, gimme mouth through your loop (too cute)
Better watch yo bitch, she want the cooler (hey)

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]
Woo, woo woo
Coupe with the wings (brr)
Fuck that bitch, don’t buy no ring (buy no rings)
Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah)
Seen it count money in my dream (yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, open it up
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, shells in the pump
Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump
Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk

Chris Brown – Kriss Kross

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
Drippin’ water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross

Hoe I’m flossin’, tell your bitch get off
Hit it once and had her feelin’ nauseous
She pop that pussy, put that pressure on her
I got a lot of freaks that live in Arizona
Now I’m seein’ things, sippin’ on gasoline
Poppin’ the Xan, I got the soda and the promethazine
Five in the mornin’, keep me up like soldiers
She say she wanted a OG, like hold up baby, there’s more of us, you know I’m a nasty nigga

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
Drippin’ water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross

Reachin’ for my .40 yeah, I’mma catch a charge
Don’t make my chopper bark, I’m a fuckin’ dog
We could take it to the yard or firearms
All my niggas, we go dumb, bomb it like Sudan
Get it straight, now I can’t relate
Most you niggas fake, tryna infiltrate
Got gold golds at the gate
Grab ’em up quick, toss ’em in the lake
Got that goyard on my bezzels
Goyard on my wrizzle
Your bitch, she can’t resist
Assist me for some interest

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
Drippin’ water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross

Get killed if they crossin’ me
They sprayin’ so much, swear that they losin’ me
We drippin’ in saucey
Don’t fuck with you niggas that be on that broke shit
Rap niggas, I expose ’em
Strapped up like a soldier
Phone calls, yeah a big homie
Gettin’ packed, I was on another
I’m chuckin’ in Phantom
I’m doin’ 100, the same for the ransom
Hear they good with them cameras
We be takin’ that shit, everyone put your hands up
OHB, that’s the mob, nigga
Black out, do the job, nigga
Out of town with a passport
On Sunset, you get robbed nigga, I mean that

VVS protect all in my wrist watch
Got it jump, jumpin’ like I’m Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
Drippin’ water, I forgot to turn my wrist off
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross
She gon’ bring her girls, let ’em Kriss Kross
All that goyard, let ’em Kriss Kross