KYLE – Dewwutitdoez lyrics

[Intro]
Beat me in a battle? Nigga please
Uh huh, um yeah, uh shout out to Jesus
And uh, shout out to Jesus and Jesus

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I make it DewWutItDoez
These niggas do it but don’t do it good
These niggas do this shit just for the funds
I go the hardest dude just for the fun
Yeah, shout out to Zini the man
I specialize in doing what niggas can’t
Even when I was a young’n in class I always went harder than all my friends
Shout out to niggas who said I was wack
Couple years later they’re all on my sack
Wanting to feature me all on these tracks
Send me a text I do not send em back
Biggidy backity fuckity up
People around me will prove you ain’t tough
I’m telling you I’ve seen this venue before
Believe me the same one you bitch niggas want
SuperDuper do this all for the love
And that’s why these girlies just can’t get enough
And that’s why you rappers just can’t get a break
A house with no outlets, you can’t get the plug
Damn, someone should tell them to stop
Just cause I’m popping they tell me I’m Pop
And all of they girlfriends’ tell me I’m hot
Just cause they not me they tell me I’m not
That’s no no don’t you know that you’re wrong?
And I’m the one writing your favorite songs?
From all of your favorite rappers don’t act like if I wasn’t here they wouldn’t all be gone
Gone is for sure, gone with the wind
They say they gonna pass me up, gosh nigga when?
It’s taking too long, way too fucking long
The only one who likes your raps is your mom
But we both know that she been singing mine more
You’re on the internet, not in the stores
I’m on the bed now moved up from the couch
I remember when I slept on the floor
And so did my sister, and so did my bro
And we had to go to Fallas for the clothes
The way I was swagging was so damn on point
I couldn’t even tell that I was broke

[Interlude]
Yeah man uh you know shout out to Jesus
I wanna thank Jesus one time
Shout out to my nigga Jesus on the couch
You know what I’m saying?
Shout out to muhfucking Jesus
Shout out to my homie Jesus over there chilling
Yeah, shout out to Jesus rolling that blunt
And shout out to Zini and Jesus

[Verse 2]
Shout out to the young man Brick
He’s 17 chilling on some grown man shit
Man we got a lot of hands if somebody wanna trip
Sleep more broke niggas than a Motel 6
I make it do what it do
And I did it ‘for niggas thought it was cool
Swear this shits like I just do something once
And all of you niggas start doing it too
And I don’t get the debit or the cred what’s up bruh?
Kurt Angle theme song you suck bruh
Did a couple shows putting on for the turf
Now me and Sean trade verses on Surf
Fake niggas don’t look right at me
The way your bitch just threw it at me I nicknamed her nerf
And do not speak directly at me
If you wanna say something, @ me, that actually works
Your hating ass actions don’t actually work
I just act like they do they don’t actually hurt
You don’t have half of fictional racks from your raps yo that’s not what you’re actually worth
The planet you’re on isn’t actually earth
If you think your girlfriend can actually twerk
The funniest thing is the laziest part of your brain is the section that actually works
Yo that would suck if I was you, good thing I’m not
Your moms a thot, I- Brick thinks she’s hot, I’m pretty sure they fucked yo this is awk
Dude, cool, it happens to the best of us
If you fuck with one of us you gotta squab the rest of us
Already had the rap life that was in a past life
I had to come back because I wasn’t the best of them
Didn’t cash checks enough
Didn’t curve my ex enough
Didn’t have one night stand drunk sex enough
Didn’t knock niggas out, niggas didn’t test enough
Itching for the hands, do you have eczema?
Last album I ain’t really beat my chest enough
Got these rappers running, I know they can hear me catching up
Super Duper flexing up until there ain’t any left of us
You do whatever the fuck you want and I’ll do what it fucking does
Yeah

[Outro]
Yo that was easy
Uh, first and foremost I wanna give a big shout out to Jesus
And our sponsors over at, uh, Jesus Incorporated
Uh yo, I wanna, uh, shout out to everybody at Super Duper
Especially my nigga Jesus, you know what I mean?
Uh, I got a homie serving life right now, he go by the name of J-Dog
Or Jesus, you can call him that too, shout out to him
And uh I’m trying to think, I’m trying to think who else do I shout out
(Shout out Jesus, shout out Jesus)
You’re right, right, okay
Yo shout out, uh, to my boy Jesus, and shout out to my mom and Jesus

Migos – Deadz lyrics

(feat. 2 Chainz)

[Produced by: Cardo]

[Intro: Migos]
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
You niggas in trouble

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Fresh out, outta the bed, count up the deadz (bow, bow)
We heard what you said, we heard what you said
If I wasn’t trappin’, I’d be wrappin’ up them bundles
If I wasn’t rappin’, I’d be trappin’ out the condos (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas (know I’m sayin’)
No forreal, no cap, I keep a sack like Sapp and Tucker (sacks)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (think about it)
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble (gone)

[Pre-Hook: Migos]
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz!
Gang bang, slang ‘caine, heroin, half a ton
“Purple Haze”, Cam’ron
Plays off a Samsung, get the job done
If I go jog at night, yeah, call it a mall run
You know what I did last night, ’cause I gave her all ones
You niggas in trouble, rock chains by the double
Got dames by the double, do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don’t don’t stutter (rra!)

[Pre-Hook: Migos]
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads
Uh, ooh, fresh out the bed
Uh, ooh, count up the deads

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Hop out the bed and I’m countin’ them faces
I jump out the whip and them bitches start faintin’
No twenties or fifties, just Benjamin Franklins
Block on lock, call me Kurt Angle
I keep the banger, my brother, my partner
Don’t fuck with no strangers, they tryna get famous
I put the hood on my back
When these niggas couldn’t do nothing but love it
But niggas still hated
No they ain’t real but these niggas gon’ fake it
If they got a problem, my niggas gon’ straighten it
Niggas debatin’, they hatin’, they plottin’, they waitin’
They want my ice, tell ’em come take it
Have people tell me that I couldn’t make it
Now I’m doin’ shows outta state in the nations
My momma told me I gotta stay humble
But don’t be too ready, you gotta have patience

[Verse 4: Offset]
Droppin’ them bangers, bangers, bangers
Double cup stuffed full Texas Ranger
One in the chamber
I shoot a hundred round clip like Wilt Chamberlain
Go to the top and I’m gon’ bring the gang in
Bitch, do anything to get famous
My wrist cost me a brick and it’s frigid
I’m rich, but I did not let it change me
Statistics say that you niggas ain’t gangsta

[Pre-Hook: Migos]
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
No forreal, no cap, my money long like anaconda
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
You niggas in trouble, you niggas in trouble
If you think about runnin’ with that then you in trouble

Carnage – Waterworld lyrics

(feat. Migos)

[Intro: Takeoff & Quavo]
All this water on this ice, you know?
It’s a different life, I might cop the watch twice
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
If I see what I like (yeah-yeah)
I ask ’em, “What’s the price?” (yeah-yeah)
You know, my life, like poltergeist (yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Sing like Mariah (sing)
Too much water, need fire (too much water, need fire)
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
All this water on this ice (all this water on this ice)
All this water on this ice (splash, splash)
No lights (no lights), yeah (yeah)
All this water on this ice (ice, icey)
Make ’em sing like the choir (sing, sing)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Turn off the lights, let the ice glow (ice)
Tell me the price on the wide load (wide load)
You can lose your life at the night show (night show)
I might call a iso (Iso)
Eddie Guerrero (yee), frog splash-bowl (yee)
Walls of Jericho on Kurt Angle (yeah)
Wrist look like I play with the Bengals
Hunnid racks in my pouch like a kango (ice)
Get ’em in, get ’em out, that’s how the game go (yeah)
All this damn paint and it rained on (huh?)
Need you put this light on this iPhone (yeah)
‘Cause I put my life on this microphone (yeah)
Now hold up two cups of that styrofoam (yee)
Now roll up two blunts if you just came home
Now hold up two cups of that styrofoam (whoa)
Now roll up two blunts if you just came home

[Chorus: Quavo]
Sing like Mariah (sing)
Too much water, need fire (too much water, need fire)
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
All this water on this ice (all this water on this ice)
All this water on this ice (splash, splash)
No lights (no lights), yeah (yeah)
All this water on this ice (ice, icey)
Make ’em sing like the choir (sing, sing)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
All this water on this ice (ice)
All my life I had to fight, had to earn my stripes (stripes)
Diamonds bright and blind at night, ask ’em, “What’s the price?” (price)
I’m the one that treat her right, I might change her life (life, yeah)
I put that ice on my neck an’ wrist (neck an’ wrist)
One thing I won’t do is spoil a bitch (spoil a bitch)
Backends on backends, the Forbes’ List (Forbes’ List)
Ballin’ on niggas, no tournament (tournament)
You never been to a corner the Migos show
Bitches where they from and they showin’ titties (titties)
Drop out the bando with dirty sticks
He got me fucked up, thinkin’ we ain’t havin’ bricks (white)
The name got bigger so we keep the gate
You wanna play, we poppin’ shit (brr-rr-rr)
Fam ain’t nothin’, my nigga
The bag dat way, so we gotta take a trip (dat way)
The days I wanted to fill my wrist up with that glaze
Back to when I had that minimum wage
Now I’m front page an’ I get paid
Walk on the stage an’ a nigga throw shade

[Chorus: Quavo]
Sing like Mariah (sing)
Too much water, need fire (too much water, need fire)
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
All this water on this ice (all this water on this ice)
All this water on this ice (splash, splash)
No lights (no lights), yeah (yeah)
All this water on this ice (ice, icey)
Make ’em sing like the choir (sing, sing)

Domo Genesis – Me Vs. Me

[Intro]
Loot doot doot doot doot doot

[Verse 1]
It’s like I got my brain in a grip, you know
Me Vs. Me: the most dangerous shit
My whole attitude stink and I ain’t changing my shit
You can’t blame me for being crazy ’cause I came from this shit
Take what I get so I ain’t thankful for shit
And this ain’t never been about no fucking chain and a whip
I’m aiming for which target turn my pain into bliss
Keep hunting till I lay in the ditch
Swear this game is a bitch

[Chorus]
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often

[Verse 2]
I’m the under-celebrated greatest, saver the latest
The reason that you sayin’ graces: me
Business is usual ain’t no game to play with
Swing for the fences, I’m covering all the bases A to: Z
Full totality what you thinking don’t rattle me, I’m so tranquil
I’m locked in like I’m Kurt Angle on your ankle
The frame of mind that I seem to stay inside need a appraisal
Getting high, as long as my heart-rate is stable
Watch me yanking out the cable
Fuck a pawn in the game
Run the credit up a hundred put it all on my name
Charge hard like an all-star, it’s all in the game
All in my brain, I know it’s hard but I hardly get change
I’m too stubborn

[Chorus]
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often

[Verse 3]
And I got no reasons for this mood that I’m in
How they design their fucking silence
It’s either get rich or die while you trying
Trying my best to shake these bad habits
I swear that I’m vying
I swear that I’m calm
But fuck with my time and I swear that’s violence
So familiar with the feeling get it way too often
Ain’t complacent with the safety I be way too cautious
Watch me flourish even when the picture ain’t too gorgeous
You lil’ niggas couldn’t paint these portraits
I’m Bob Ross with it
Walking tall on these promises till all get it
Big dogs stompin’ like Clifford while you get lost in it
Nigga my heart’s in it
So it’s easy to tell that you aren’t authentic

[Chorus]
I’ve been worrying about the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
And I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often
Seem like I been worried ’bout the pay too often
‘Cause niggas out here sleeping on the wave too often
I reiterate the shit I have to say too often
I get way too complacent in my ways too often

[Outro]
Wait hold on one second let me text my-
Uh, this nigga back

24hrs – You Know

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
I met this girl in Atlanta
She just be dancing and dancing
I know she ready to go, she wanna ride down the road
(Hey, well)

[Hook]
As long as you know
As long as you know
As long as you know
As long as you know
Baby you should really roll weed with me
Baby you should really throw it back for me
Baby you should really turn around for me
Baby you should really really take this dick
As long as you know
As long as you know

[Verse 2]
I met this girl out in Houston
She just be sipping and sipping
I strain her back like she lifting
Fuck I just wish you would listen

[Bridge]
How much you spend on that coat?
I think I might be your [?]
Bitch I don’t ever fly coach
I just don’t sit back and loaf
Bitch I just run through the loaf
Your boyfriend a motherfucking joke I put it all in your throat

[Hook]
As long as you know
As long as you know
As long as you know
As long as you know
Baby you should really roll weed with me
Baby you should really throw it back for me
Baby you should really turn around for me
Baby you should really really take this dick
As long as you know
As long as you know

[Verse 3]
I met this girl from Chicago she done flew in from Toronto
She got a voice like an angel
I beat her up like Kurt Angle
I swear that her pussy is dope
She got me hooked like she a coat

[Outro]
As long as you know
As long as you know
As long as you know
As long as you know