Lil Yachty – Worth It Lyrics

[Intro]
Mmm-mm, oh-oh
Oh-oh, Lil Boat
Javar said, “pick up that bag”, right?

[Chorus]
She don’t think she worth it
In the mirror, she don’t think she perfect
Late night on the net, she be surfin’
Looking for a surgery to purchase
Mmm, shit I think you fine though
If that’s what you wanna do, it’s fine though
You gon’ be a 10 either way
I wouldn’t have you any other way

[Verse 1]
Ooh, you sophisticated (Ooh), educated
Held up for herself, it’s perpetuated
But she look in the mirror and get devastated, why?
She said I won’t understand ’cause I am a man
Baby, that’s alright, let’s take a trip out to the sand
I don’t give a fuck if your titties don’t stand
I won’t give a fuck if your lips kinda thin
You is still a 10
Let me come in
Get rid of your friends
Let me come in tonight
Let me come in tonight
Let me phone in tonight

[Chorus]
Ohh-oh-oh-woah
She don’t think she worth it
In the mirror, she don’t think she perfect (She is)
Late night on the net, she be surfin’ (She be searchin’)
Looking for a surgery to purchase (Woah-oh)
Mmm, shit I think you fine though (So fine)
If that’s what you want to do, it’s fine though (All mine)
You gon’ be a 10 either way (A 10)
I wouldn’t have you any other way

[Verse 2]
True story, that’s my little baby
New Mercedes, go pick up your ladies
She a city girl, she be talkin’ crazy
She know it’s Yachty’s world, diamonds not fugazi (Not fugazi)
I love you for who you are
God don’t mess up at all
Even when he make us with flaws

[Chorus]
She don’t think she worth it (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
In the mirror, she don’t think she perfect (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
Late night on the net, she be surfing (La, la, la, la-la, la!)
Looking for a surgery to purchase
(La, la, la, la, la-la, la!)
Mmm, shit I think you fine though
If that’s what you want to do, it’s fine though (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
You gon’ be a 10 either way (La, la-la, la-la, la!)
I wouldn’t have you any other way (La, la!)

[Outro]
La, la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, la

Lil Yachty – Get Dripped Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Duh, run and lil’ bitch you get hit (bow, bow)
Came in that bitch with a stick (fsh)
Came in that bitch with lil’ kick (fsh)
I got that money I blow (what? fsh)
I’m in this bitch with Lil Meech (fsh, fsh)
I do this shit in my sleep, yeah
Shawty suck me, she so geeked, yeah
Shawty fuck me, she so geeked, yeah
I’m in this bitch and I flee, uh
I put VVS on my lens (fsh)
Shawty can’t wait ’til we lean
Fuck with Lil K you get, fsh
[?] on your ass, you get, fsh
I play that 30 lil’ bitch, yeah
I need a mask for this heat, yeah
I need a gas for my bitch,yeah
You know that choppa don’t miss
You know that choppa don’t miss
I get the muthafucka lit
Double C all on my shit, yeah
Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah
Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah
Shawty gon’ fuck on my drip, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I’m in this bih with some tint
They just wan’ peep on my drip
They just wan’ peep all this drip
I get that Glock on my hip
Bitch, I don’t fuck, I want lip
I fucked that bitch with no tip
I was just leanin’ in [?]
I just buy everything Philips

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Yachty]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah (ay, damn)
220 all on that rear, aye (ay)
I get the drip, you get dripped (ay, ay)
I fucked that bitch I’m a pimp (ay)
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp (ay)
I fucked that bitch, she get bent (ay, ay, ay, ay, okay)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, uh (ay)
Thugger lil’ bitch speak Ebonics (ay)
Shootin’ that Glock supersonics (bow, bow)
I drop a dub at Onyx (ay)
[?] that thing up ([?])
Beat from the back, she runnin’ (bih)
Pink Prada bag, I’m thumbin’ (bih)
[?] 30 round gunnin’ (bow)
Fuck what they saying, they pussy (fuck ’em)
Richest young nigga on gang (yeah, yeah)
I put them niggas on gang (ay)
They started snitching
Oops, back at [?] I was swiping
Oops, beat up that pussy, I’m Tyson
Oops, niggas is reckless, triflin’
[?] don’t call me (brr)
Rich white [?], Mike Lowry (Mike Lowry)
Keep one giant stick like Atari (like Atari)
V on my back like Bari (VLONE)
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
Me and Cash Carti go way back (ay)
Nigga don’t like me, then say that (okay)
20 years old in a Maybach (skrt)
Hoo! flexing (fuck it up, damn)
Young nigga flexing no 8 pack (uh!)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Shawty in love with my drip, woah
I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
220 all on that rear, aye
I get the drip, you get dripped
I fucked that bitch, I’m a pimp
I’m with Lil Boat, we not simp
I fucked that bitch, she get bent
We in this bih with no tint

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Damn (ay)
Damn (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Bow, bow

Calvin Harris – Faking It lyrics

(feat. Kehlani & Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Kehlani]
Pray to God, but I’m feeling like he’s going deaf
Now when I lean on you and I got nothing left
Hey, I’ve been wanting to call ya, tell you that I’m sorry
Same old fucking story everybody sing

[Pre-Chorus: Kehlani]
And I say I’m okay, but I guess I’m a liar
You say you’re okay, but I saw that you liked it
2 AM and faded, I know that’s when you like it
Know that’s when you miss me, know that’s when you crying

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “Let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “Let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

[Verse 2: Kehlani]
Nowadays, I’m just a bitch to everybody else
(Fuck you and you)
I don’t need no shoulders, I’m good crying by myself
(Fuck you, too)
Moving on’s a chore, ’cause you know I still adore ya
An unrequited love is just a lover’s hell

[Pre-Chorus: Kehlani]
And I say I’m okay, but I guess I’m a liar
You say you’re okay, but I saw that you liked it
2 AM and faded, I know that’s when you like it
Know that’s when you miss me, know that’s when you crying

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “Let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “Let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat)
I’m not gonna act like I don’t love ya baby
‘Cause deep in my mind, girl, I know I do (true)
Tried to search all through the world and not well
But I can’t find a girl who looks close like you (no!)
I done made millions of dollars
But I’m still alone until I come home back to you (yah!)
I remember all of the times we were parked by your house
And laughed all on your avenue
Whoa, you can’t front, you’re a stone cold diva (yaah!)
I had to get counseling from my moms
She’s a heartbreak teacher (oh, yah!)
Remember that time I put those pepperonis on your face
Made you a creature
Now I think about you every single time I eat pizza, ohh

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “Let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say “Let go” if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
Why you holding me?
Why you holding me?

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Oh, she killed that shit
She was killing it, that was hard, bruh
I didn’t know she could get that high but she killed that
Go Lani, go Lani

Ocean Park Standoff – If You Were Mine lyrics

(feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Ocean Park Standoff & (Lil Yachty)]
If you were mine (ooh)
If you were mine (ooh)

[Verse 1: Ocean Park Standoff]
Left to right, at the lights, we’re speeding down the road
Leave it all, all behind, everything you think you know
You been hurt but I won’t, won’t fix you, you’re not broke
What you are is beautiful to me

[Pre-Chorus: Ocean Park Standoff]
You could go left, but know I’m right
You gotta make, make up your mind

[Chorus: Ocean Park Standoff & (Lil Yachty)]
We could go anywhere, but if we take it there
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
If you were mine (ooh)
If you were mine (ooh)
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Ocean Park Standoff]
Flashing light in your eyes, like fire as it grows
I can fly, no, but I, I never can let go
You been hurt, so have I, yeah, we got scars to show
But I swear, it’s worth it, wait and see

[Pre-Chorus: Ocean Park Standoff]
You could go left, but know I’m right
You gotta make, make up your mind

[Chorus: Ocean Park Standoff & (Lil Yachty)]
We could go anywhere, but if we take it there
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
If you were mine (ooh)
If you were mine (ooh)
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Let me excercise your mind
Forget about the time, just for a minute
Let me take you to a different life
So you can fantasize, just wanna make it
We can go anywhere, to [?] everywhere
Baby, Lil Boat’s a millionaire, no, briefcase, questionnaire
Have you looking so pretty when we ride through the city
I’m the man with the power, now I’m feeling like 50 (Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Ocean Park Standoff & (Lil Yachty)]
We could go anywhere, but if we take it there
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
If you were mine (ooh)
If you were mine (ooh)
You on the other side, I-I can change your mind
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
If you were mine (ooh)
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh
If you were mine (ooh)
Bet I can make you go oh, oh, oh, oh

Lovele$$ – No Regrets lyrics

(feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Lovele$$]
All Money Good
All Money Good forever, nigga, taha
G-g-g-good Work Charlie

[Chorus: Lovele$$]
Plug and no connect
Gotta show respect (spect)
Calculator, make sure everything correct (everything correct)
Blow a check, diamonds chokin’ on my neck (neck)
Tell the plug that I got everything on deck (nah)

[Post-Chorus: Lovele$$]
Back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Rack it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Back it up, back it up, back it up
No regrets

[Verse 1: Lovele$$]
Sorry, I don’t do Ferrari’s
I prefer fish scale over calamari
Money machines (money machines), buyin’ millies (buyin’ millies)
Slangin’ things (slangin’ things), while the trap phone singing (yeah, yeah)
Burnin’ hundred dollar bills just to see the smoke (hoo)
This for all you niggas that wanna see me broke (I know you mad)
All the paper chasers fuck with me the long way (way)
Throwin’ up dollar signs ’cause everything the hard way
Bueno, bueno
You can smell it sh- cookin’ in the hallway
Did it my way, never did it y’all way
Saran wrap (saran wrap), vacuum seal (vacuum seal)
Rolex (Rolex), sex appeal
Lovele$$

[Chorus: Lovele$$]
Plug and no connect
Gotta show respect (spect)
Calculator, make sure everything correct (everything correct)
Blow a check, diamonds chokin’ on my neck (neck)
Tell the plug that I got everything on deck (nah)

[Post-Chorus: Lovele$$ & Lil Yachty]
Back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Rack it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Back it up, back it up, back it up
I don’t know what you expect (know what you expect)
No regrets (yeah), everything for fame
Back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Rack it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Back it up, back it up, back it up (yeah)
Lil Boat, Lil Boat
No regrets

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Felipe the wrist, wrist on temper tantrum (yeah)
I might cop a mansion (mansion)
Diamonds steady dancin’ (dancin’)
Aquafina Soul Train gang, what’s my name? (woo)
Bitch, you be talkin’ too much, stay up in your lane? (Lil Boat)
Ayy, spread your hand, that’s how many cars I got (aye, five)
Ayy, spread both your hands, that’s how much I made last year (made last year, aye)
And I’m only twenty-years-old, take a bad bitch off the stripper pole (yeah)
Pullin’ up to the Citgo with only need six bucks and a vanilla cone
Brrr, don’t call my phone (Bueno)
My new bitch thick like a Haribone (gang)
Give me real diamonds, them CV stones
Swervin’ the whip ’round them traffic cones (skrrt)
And I’m good in every hood and every place (yeah)
I show love to every nigga in every state (gang)

[Chorus: Lovele$$]
Plug and no connect
Gotta show respect (spect)
Calculator, make sure everything correct (everything correct)
Blow a check, diamonds chokin’ on my neck (neck)
Tell the plug that I got everything on deck (nah)

[Post-Chorus: Lovele$$ & Lil Yachty]
Back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Rack it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Back it up, back it up, back it up
I don’t know what you expect (know what you expect)
No regrets (yeah), everything for fame
Back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Rack it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Back it up, back it up, back it up (back it up)
Back it up, back it up, back it up (yeah)
No regrets

Lil Yachty – FLEX lyrics

[Verse 1]
And you hate when I do this shit, skate with extended clips
House got too many whips, let that hoe get something fierce
30, you a fool for this one
I might ice my AK out, I might ice my steerin’ wheel
Give that bitch the dick, dickin’ in it like a power drill
I might cop a crib where the back got a Ferris wheel

[Chorus]
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Yeah, you look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy

[Verse 2]
Bitch, yeah you stay up on my nuts, boy
Get your guap right, get your mind right
Denim Japanese, waist fits super tight
Fuck that bitch, Netflix and Chill, let me crack like a seal
I got niggas servin’ deals, to my niggas that shit real
404 ’til I’m killed, give a fuck ’bout how you feel, huh
My bitch love it, my bitch love poppin’ pills
Why? ‘Cause it makes her geek for real
Lil Boat

[Chorus]
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Yeah, you look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy

[Verse 3]
Get her done, get her done, get her done
I was buyin’ diamond, you was waitin’ for tax refunds
Lame nigga, shame nigga, anything for fame nigga
One diamond chain nigga, hate me ’cause my name bigger
Yeah, diamond rings too insane nigga
RIP to Kurt Cobain nigga
1993 I bring that pain nigga

[Chorus]
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Yeah, you look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys, hate ’cause you suck boy

Lil Yachty – NBAYOUNGBOAT lyrics

(feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Lil Yachty]
Wop, skrt
Skrt skrt
Wop, wop
Skrt skrt, skrt skrt
I don’t know what you take me for ho
Wop, wop
I ain’t goin’ for it
Wop

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Young nigga, rich nigga, I’m a bad bitch getter
Fuck nigga, hoe nigga, I don’t fuck with broke niggas
Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga
You ain’t know, now you know, nigga, Hi-tec pour a four, nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Bitch roll me my sack before I come in
80 thousand dollars plus a jet on a backend
Twenty twin twins finna get plucked like a chicken
Brother locked up, he spent much time in the kitchen
We ain’t really with none of that pretendin’ and shit (pretendin’ and shit)
I got six Catholic hoes in here sinnin’ and shit (sinnin’ and shit)
Pour that shit up, bust it down (hoo)
Bought a new crib, it got several amenities (gang)
You gon’ get shot like the Kennedys (yeah)
Fuckin’ with Lil Boat and YB (doot, pew)

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Carbine it sound like a dump truck (trraaa)
Soon as I up, he gon’ back up (boom boom)
She wanna fuck, I’ma smash her (smash)
He want a verse, I’ma tax him (I’ma tax him)
Say you want smoke, it ain’t ’bout nothing
I know that nigga ain’t ’bout nothing (he ain’t ’bout it)
Bring out the boat when the flood coming
Strapped with a TEC when you pull up on me

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
I’m with the .38 baby, my neck see more water than the Navy (gang)
I was finna fuck your bitch, my nigga then I got lazy (ugh)
I saw your new watch, that shit cool but my shit crazy
Canary yellow diamonds in my mouth like I bit a daisy (yeah)
I’m with Lil Baby yeah, keep a .380, yeah (pew pew)
I’m with big Slime, yeah you know we goin’ brazy, yeah (slatt)

[Verse 5: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
17 with four babies, yeah
Lotta money, know they hate me, yeah
One on four, they try to play me, yeah
Shoot his ass right up in here (pew pew, pew pew)
Diamonds, they shine like a headlight (shine)
I keep that lil’ bitch if her head right
I’ma lay up and fuck on her every night (every night)
When I’m leavin’ I’m headin’ straight to the flight (no)
Got a tiger but no I’m not Mike Tyson (Mike Tyson)
Scuff in the club like Fight Night (Fight Night)
I make that lil’ ho act right (act right)
I tell that bitch fuck up my sack right (bitch)

[Verse 6: Lil Yachty & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Put that lil bitch on a Spirit flight (gang)
Return her next to me one night (nyoom)
We running and ducking from squad lights (hoo)I got 32 shots in the gun fight
These niggas sweet like a honey bun (sweet)
Don’t worry ’bout where my money from
At the crib, on the couch, we got huntin’ guns (doot)
Dissect his hand from his other arm (doot, doot, doot)
Young nigga, rich nigga, I’m a big bag getter (woo)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, never met a real nigga (bitch)
Never had six figures, my bitch do tricks nigga
I go by Lil Boat and I’m coolin’ with some real hittas (gang)
Whip on the wrist, that’s a brick on the fist, nigga
No light needed for this chain, it’s gon’ glist nigga (yeah)
VS, one stone, that shit not far from flawless
Fuck a pretty bitch, nigga, my money gorgeous, bitch (Lil Boat)

KYLE – iSpy lyrics

(feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Kyle + Lil Yachty]
Man, fuck
What’s wrong Kyle?
Man, these kids, man, talkin’ shit, makin’ me feel bad
Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, bro, look at life
Man, you’re right
Mmm, you see? You see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, woah…
You see these trees man? You see this water?
I guess it is okay
Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man
Man you know what, y-you’re right…
You damn right I’m right, I can’t remember a time I was god-damn wrong
Man, thanks, Lil’ Boat
Hey man, that’s what I’m here for

[Verse 1: Kyle]
I ain’t been gettin’ high…
Well maybe a little, baby, I don’t wanna lie
I know when you text me, girl, I don’t always reply
Well you’re not an angel either, you can’t even fly
I notice, you think that you know shit
All this shade that’s comin’ at me, I wonder who throws it
They can’t see the vision, boy they must be out of focus
That’s a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit
Otay, pray them niggas go away
Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil
This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop, it’s gonna be a mothafuckin’ snow day
Ayy, boy is good and he knows it, he don’t say it, he shows it
I’m just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in
I am in Cali just coastin’, get ’em so wet they need coasters
I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain’t never post it
And I’m in my happy place posted, I ain’t frown since ’06
I ain’t cried since ’01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though, your friend ain’t cute but it’s fine though
We gon’ end on a high note

[Chorus: Kyle]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

[Refrain: Kyle]
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I…

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
She said she 21, I might have to I.D. that
All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack
I remember ridin’ around the city in a Hatchback
Lookin’ for a problem with my young goblins
I’ma send a model home with her neck throbbin’
I done made so much money that it’s non-stoppin’
Got my brothers on my back like the last name
I remember tellin’ everyone I couldn’t be tamed
Woah, six months later I had snapped and now I’m in the game
Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane
Went from “Can you take me here?” to screening out the lane
Went from “Damn this nigga lame” to remember my name
So I remember all the people who ain’t fucked with me
They went to college, now all them niggas is history
Upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth
Riding deep in the van, like we lookin’ for a mystery (Raggy!)
So don’t fuck with me
No, lately I been livin’ like luxury
Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys
And on my mother’s mother I won’t fuck a bitch without a damn rubber

[Chorus: Kyle]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I…I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

[Refrain: Kyle]
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I…

[produced by: AyoAyo & Lege Kale]

Lil Pump – Back lyrics

(feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
2-17 on the track, man
Lil Pump
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh
After that she didn’t know how to act, ooh
Back then I used to be quarterback
Go to the bank and I pull out a hunnid racks
Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac
Want me fo’ show, bitch I’m chargin’ ’bout 40 bands
I’m in the trap and I’m shippin’ out hella packs (damn)
Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh
Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh
Been sellin’ crack since the eighties, yeah
I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, ooh
In the kitchen whippin’ up baby, yeah
And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh
And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Lil Boat
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Young rich nigga need a dick rub
Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup
Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin’ on the front door
Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin’ fronto
Used to post at the Citgo, uh
Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh
Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh
And it glow like a disco ball
Bih, bend it over like your shoe’s untied
Side bitch still got a iPhone 5
Main bitch still got a iPhone 7
Still caught a Uzi, pistol, chrome MAC-11
Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch
And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh
I’ma have a kid just to dress him up in Gucci
To the seven, goddamn, I’m a reverend
Lil Boat, Lil Pump

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

Lil Yachty – SELF MADE lyrics

[Intro]
Ch-Charlie Shuffler

[Chorus]
Made it out my momma crib, then bought my moms a crib (uh)
Bought myself a chain, kept it short ’cause I ain’t Jibbs (uh)
She gon’ let me fuck, she like that “Lil Boat” adlib (Lil Boat!)
And we at Liv (uh), later I’m in her ribs (uh)
I know she your bitch but I’m up first ’cause I called dibs (uh)
Niggas hate on me because I live the way I do (yo)
Hatin’ on a nigga ain’t gon’ make a better you
Self-made nigga with a self-made crew (yeah)

[Verse]
Take my bitch from D. R. To Peru (uh)
And I’ll take my gang from the county to the moon (uh)
I promise I be ballin’ ’till it’s 2080 in June (yo)
I’ma keep rocking these chains while they keep callin’ me “coon” (uh)
And she ride dick like a broom (uh)
And I drop tops like it’s June’ (yo)
And you keep askin’ “When we gon’ do a song?”
I’ma keep tellin’ you “Soon” (yo)
Big rocks on my wrist, might see a fish dog, it’s real water (Lil Boat!)
Niggas better hide they daughter (uh)
Real raptor, Vince Carter (yo)

[Chorus]
Made it out my momma crib, then bought my moms a crib (uh)
Bought myself a chain, kept it short ’cause I ain’t Jibbs (uh)
She gon’ let me fuck, she like that “Lil Boat” adlib (Lil Boat!)
And we at Liv (uh), later I’m in her ribs (uh)
I know she your bitch but I’m up first ’cause I called dibs (uh)
Niggas hate on me because I live the way I do (yo)
Hatin’ on a nigga ain’t gon’ make a better you
Self-made nigga with a self-made crew (yeah)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Do Not Disturb (feat. Lil Yachty & Offset) lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murda and shit
Aye, aye, yeah
Murda bless yo’ trap
Murda bless yo’ trap
Bitch, aye, oo

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Diamond on my neck like river (oo)
I just fucked a bitch on Twitter (yeah)
Put the K to his mouth like a motherfuckin’ dinner
Call lil’ bitch get head like a pillow (yuh)
Huh, woo, woo
Tats on my body, and my face too (yeah)
Damn, lil’ bih’ got attitude (damn)
If her ass fat, I’mma smack too (woo)
Rollie on my wrist, it’s a bust down (splash)
Hit your bitch from the back, she get bust down (yuh)
Bitch, I’m a dog, I’m a mad hound (what?)
Might as well put me in the dog pound (yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (yeah)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (Lil Purpp)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh)
That shit on do not disturb (brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Sippin’ on purple with Purpp (Purpp)
Bentley coupe, this not no Chrysler (skrt skrt)
Fuck on that bitch, and you wifed her
Fuck I look like doing cyphers
I’m getting richer now (uh)
Finna start saying no to pictures now (uh)
These bitches tripping (tripping)
After I fuck, bitch I’m dippin’ (I’m dippin’)
Big Benz on track, that shit Crippin’ (skrrt)
Yeah that shit blue
Used to sip Hi-Tech like I had the flu
Told that lil’ baby, come suck on the crew
Ain’t no-one new ’round Lil Boat but you (woo)
All of my watches over 60 (yeah)
Audemars Piguet, make it do a 360 (damn)
They hop out the coupe, and your hood and get risky (skrrt skrrt)
In the spot with a strap ’cause security didn’t frisk me (boom boom boom)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (Lil Boat)
That shit on do not disturb (fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh) (gang)
That shit on do not disturb (Lil Boat)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc (Lil Boat)
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset!)
Smokin’ on runts, no nerds (hey)
Hang a fuckboy like a hall of fame jersey (jersey)
All it’s gon’ take is one word (one)
Run in yo’ house while you there, that’s a burglary (ayy)
For the nights and we fuckin’ them thots (for the nights)
For the Patek, I Rollie the watch (for the Patek)
Off an addy, go cop a robot (off an addy)
My bitch she plastic, she bust down a yacht (woo)
I keep the du-du-du strapped at my crotch (du-du-du)
I got them woo-woo-woos on the third aisle (woo-woo-woo)
Goyard got racks in the kangaroo pouch (racks)
Sippin’ the mud, live on the cloud (woo)
Chopper got nuts, 100 round yard (Yao Ming)
Bitch boy, put on a blouse (ayy)
I put a bullet right into yo’ bowels (bow-bow)
My crew turnin’ heads like a owl (bitch)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Don’t hit my phone (yeah, huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (aye)
AK make a fuckboy jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (hello)
That shit on do not disturb (brr brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt

Post Malone – Monta (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics

[Intro: Post Malone]
Ooh, yeah
I feel like Monta, bitch, I feel like Monta
Ooh, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Post Malone]
I need my bucks ho, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
Smoke Golden State oh, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
Eleven bad hoes, bitch, I feel like Monta (ooh)
Assist from Rondo, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, bitch I feel like Monta (Monta)
Don’t give no fucks no, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, I just flew into town, fresh off the jetty
And then I Rondo my ho, I know she ready (I know she)
Bitch I’ma sauce on them hoes, might spend some bready
Ayy, and I just cut that ho off like a machete
Ayy, I’m a new three boy, white boy braids
And I hit that shit good tell that pussy go away
She just want to come with me
But that pussy ain’t enough, no way, no way
Bitch, I feel like Monta, I dunk it like rewind it
Behind the back I pass it, Tyson Chandler with that alley

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, yeah, I need my bucks ho, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
Smoke Golden State oh, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
Eleven bad hoes, bitch, I feel like Monta (ooh)
Assist from Rondo, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, bitch I feel like Monta (Monta)
Don’t give no fucks no, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
(Uh, whoa, oh)
Woah damn, I got bitches from Dallas up to Indiana (okay)
Used to cross up and post when I pour fours in my Fanta (okay)
Bitch, I ball like Kyle Korver when I post up in Atlanta (swish)
I feel like Monta Ellis, I got more hoes than Elvis (yeah, hoes than)
Who the fuck say the Lil Boat wasn’t balling?
I balling like Spalding you know this shit
I won’t sign no contract ’til my contract built
Like a nigga who just went pro and shit
I’m first-round pick, you can check my diamonds
They shining, they big as a toe and shit
Bitch, we bitin’ like gators (yeah)
I count up my guap on them haters (yeah)
Eleven hoes on me, I’m feelin’ like Monta Ellis
Had to cut some niggas off ’cause they was jealous
Bitch, I’m up by ten
Ain’t no coming back, you know that I’m finna win (yeah)
Bitch, it’s Lil Boat for the MVP
All these niggas they wannabes (Lil Boat!)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, yeah, I need my bucks ho, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
Smoke Golden State oh, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
Eleven bad hoes, bitch, I feel like Monta (ooh)
Assist from Rondo, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)
I need my bucks ho, bitch I feel like Monta (Monta)
Don’t give no fucks no, bitch, I feel like Monta (Monta)

Macklemore – Marmalade (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Can’t nobody get up in my car today
Back seat feeling like a charter plane
Bumping Silkk Da Shocker Charge It 2 Da Game
Paint dripping like I’m whipping marmalade (whoa)
Look at the way that I’m shining
I don’t be checking the mileage
She said how much is that Rolie?
I said don’t worry I’m timeless
Watching Toy Story 3, that’s a great fucking movie
City of Jimi, Kurt, Quincy
City of me, Eddie, and Bruce Lee (whoa)
King of the road I drive slow like whoa
And I just switched over to Geico like whoa
Celebrating these life goals
But you ain’t getting no ride home

[Chorus]
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down yeah you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright can’t see my face
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
All eyes on me now
I be riding through Seatown
Taking pics when I eat out
Girls ask me to freestyle
Neighbors hate it when I speed out
I ain’t turning these beats down
GPS and I reroute
Chuck the deuce and I peace out
Sun roof tinted, don’t need your opinions
I be on my business, and you be on Tinder
And if I was single, I’d be right there with ya
But I’m committed, keep my dick in my britches
The women are moving their bodies
Sunset through numerous palm trees
Followed by the paparazzi
But they don’t get into our party
Tell the bell hop that I’m sorry
We 40 deep in the lobby
Travel the world with a posse
But soon I’ll be home
So call up my momma and tell her to pick up the phone
Cause I need that homemade lasagna that’s fresh out the stove
Grabbing the keys and I’m fresh out the door
King of my city whose next on the throne

[Chorus]
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down yeah you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright can’t see my face
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
When you hear that speaker sound, ound, ound
You know who it is, Lil Boat in your town
Whoa this beat so happy I will never frown
And my hair so nappy it’s gonna be a problem braiding it down
Oh no, oh no, we been grinding from the go
Jump start, I just bought a new whip, push start
Push the coup down the highway like a go kart
All my niggas keep that toaster with them like a Pop Tart
Make her moan and she sound just like Mozart
Pure art
I think they mad because I broke into the game with a crowbar
Top the charts, Hip Hop ain’t the same we the new stars
Rock stars, look at all my chains call them ice pops
Ring pops, let the rain drop on the wrist watch
Fuck the cops, and fuck Donald Trump, bitch it’s Macklemore and Lil Boat
Anything else you need to know

[Chorus]
I be riding through the town
My music loud
Windows down yeah you can hear me now
I turn it up, I need that bass
And my chain so bright can’t see my face
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town, town, town
I be riding through the town

Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Do Not Disturb (feat. Lil Yachty & Offset)

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murda and shit
Aye, aye, yeah
Murda bless yo’ trap
Murda bless yo’ trap
Bitch, aye, oo

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Diamond on my neck like river (oo)
I just fucked a bitch on Twitter (yeah)
Put the K to his mouth like a motherfuckin’ dinner
Call lil’ bitch get head like a pillow (yuh)
Huh, woo, woo
Tats on my body, and my face too (yeah)
Damn, lil’ bih’ got attitude (damn)
If her ass fat, I’mma smack too (woo)
Rollie on my wrist, it’s a bust down (splash)
Hit your bitch from the back, she get bust down (yuh)
Bitch, I’m a dog, I’m a mad hound (what?)
Might as well put me in the dog pound (yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (yeah)
AK make a footwork jerk (Lil Purpp)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh)
That shit on do not disturb (brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Sippin’ on purple with Purpp (Purpp)
Bentley coupe, this not no Chrysler (skrt skrt)
Fuck on that bitch, and you wifed her
Fuck I look like doing cyphers
I’m getting richer now (uh)
Finna start saying no to pictures now (uh)
These bitches tripping (tripping)
After I fuck, bitch I’m dippin’ (I’m dippin’)
Big Benz on track, that shit Crippin’ (skrrt)
Yeah that shit blue
Used to sip Hi-Tech like I had the flu
Told that lil’ baby, come suck on the crew
Ain’t no-one new ’round Lil Boat but you (woo)
All of my watches over 60 (yeah)
Audemars Piguet, make it do a 360 (damn)
They hop out the coupe, and your hood and get risky (skrrt skrrt)
In the spot with a strap ’cause security didn’t frisk me (boom boom boom)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (Lil Boat)
That shit on do not disturb (fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me)
AK make a footwork jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh) (gang)
That shit on do not disturb (Lil Boat)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc (Lil Boat)
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset!)
Smokin’ on rocks, no nerds (hey)
Hang a football like a hall of fame jersey (jersey)
All it’s gon’ take is one word (one)
Run in yo’ house while you there, that’s a burglary (ayy)
For the nights and we fuckin’ them thots (for the nights)
For the Patek, I Rollie the watch (for the Patek)
Off an addy, go cop a robot (off an addy)
My bitch she plastic, she bust down a yacht (woo)
I keep the du-du-du strapped at my crotch (du-du-du)
I got them woo-woo-woos on the third aisle (woo-woo-woo)
Goyard got racks in the kangaroo pouch (racks)
Sippin’ the mud, live on the cloud (woo)
Chopper got nuts, 100 round yard (Yao Ming)
Bitch boy, put on a blouse (ayy)
I put a bullet right into yo’ vowels (bow-bow)
My crew turnin’ heads like a owl (bitch)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Don’t hit my phone (yeah, huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (aye)
AK make a footwork jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (hello)
That shit on do not disturb (brr brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt

Lil Yachty – Most Wanted

[Intro]
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Ah, ahhh, ah
Lil Boat

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 1]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest
Like skrrt in a drop top (skrrt)
Damn, baby girl look so fine in that crop top (fine)
Why my name always in your mouth just like Pop Rocks? (yeah)
I don’t understand (no)
Take a pint on the jet, yeah that’s contraband (oh)
Diamonds keep me cooler than a ceilin’ fan (oh)
All this drink gon’ turn a nigga to the Michelin Man (no)
I gotta slow down, yeah
Fuck that shit, I’m pourin’ up now (yeah)
And my new choppa hold a hundred rounds (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
I’m so happy, I can’t remember the last time I had to fake a smile, yeah

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 2]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (yeah)
I got 2, 3 cell phones (yeah), ring, ring
Pick it up, "Who is it?" It’s your main ho (brrt)
Your main ho, my gang ho
The same ho, she switched clothes
‘Cause I fucked her in a Range Rove (fuck, fuck)
Fired up (ooh), lay it up (ooh)
I can’t do (no), I can’t choose (no)
I’m gettin’ money, I’m gettin’ all the blues (yeah)
Lil Boat
Said I’m back and I’m better (yeah)
Know I look good ’cause my bitch pussy wetter (yeah)
Treat the stock of my Uzi as light as a feather
And the beam got me shootin’ like Kareem

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Outro]
From the East to the West (to the West)
All my fans the best (they are), all my bitches the baddest, like (yeah)
From the East (yeah)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (Lil Boat)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest, like…

Lil Yachty – Most Wanted Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Ah, ahhh, ah
Lil Boat

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 1]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest
Like skrrt in a drop top (skrrt)
Damn, baby girl look so fine in that crop top (fine)
Why my name always in your mouth just like Pop Rocks? (yeah)
I don’t understand (no)
Take a pint on the jet, yeah that’s contraband (oh)
Diamonds keep me cooler than a ceilin’ fan (oh)
All this drink gon’ turn a nigga to the Michelin Man (no)
I gotta slow down, yeah
Fuck that shit, I’m pourin’ up now (yeah)
And my new choppa hold a hundred rounds (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
I’m so happy, I can’t remember the last time I had to fake a smile, yeah

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 2]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (yeah)
I got 2, 3 cell phones (yeah), ring, ring
Pick it up, “Who is it?” It’s your main ho (brrt)
Your main ho, my gang ho
The same ho, she switched clothes
‘Cause I fucked her in a Range Rove (fuck, fuck)
Fired up (ooh), lay it up (ooh)
I can’t do (no), I can’t choose (no)
I’m gettin’ money, I’m gettin’ all the blues (yeah)
Lil Boat
Said I’m back and I’m better (yeah)
Know I look good ’cause my bitch pussy wetter (yeah)
Treat the stock of my Uzi as light as a feather
And the beam got me shootin’ like Kareem

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Outro]
From the East to the West (to the West)
All my fans the best (they are), all my bitches the baddest, like (yeah)
From the East (yeah)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (Lil Boat)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest, like…

ZumBee – Funday Onna Sunday

[Intro]
I don’t understand man
All these oldheads feeling like they
You know, just too old to have fun man
If you ain’t having fun, then why you doing it?
(You not too old to have fun)

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 1]
Let’s have a fun day
Monday through Sunday
Don’t want no gunplay
So watch what you say
And you gets no play
Like Bobby Boucher
Three bitches with me
Uno, dos, tres
Got three pretty girls with me and they tryna have fun
I only want you for one night so you can leave when I’m done
Heard your boyfriend got a frown, ’cause you swallowed all my sons
He might as well put it down, it ain’t no bullets in his gun
It ain’t no bullets in your gun and tell me why the fuck you on it
Fourth batter in the lineup, well bitch my bases loaded
Old bread stashed away for rainy days, it’s probably molded
School nigga turned street, when you got caught I know you folded

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop all that flexin’
Blue cheese, salad dressing
Sloppy top, yeah it was messy
With ease, ain’t it a blessing

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 2]
I can (yes), and you can’t (hah)
Big racks (bands), in my bank (cash)
Trash can (ooh), ooh he stank (psh)
He mad (mad) ’cause he can’t (can’t)
He tried to swim with a shark, he gon’ fuck around and drown
I heard they hate you when you up but they gon’ love you when you down
These niggas really ain’t your partners, can’t name one that’s really down
It’s only bosses in my circle, ain’t got time to sit around
We got bananas for you monkeys like we played in Jumanji
My favorite color green ’cause I’m in love with the money
Tryna add to the pot like the bees do the honey
Ate my plate, I need seconds, need it all in my tummy

[Pre-Chorus]
Whoa, they say they closed
Not for me, open them doors
Add cheese on number four
Wish you was me, I know, I know

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Verse 3]
Tried to bring some people with me on this journey, they didn’t listen
Now my bases loaded full, I’m Michael J, he Scottie Pippen
Bitch we up, please check the score
When we was down man y’all was distant
My first hit was slept on, Banana Peels, I’m never slippin’
We can all have fun, Lil Boat to Budden Joe
So let’s all jump around until we reach another mode
Got a little taste of money but I swear I need some more
I’m a fiend for that paper sort of like I’m Curtis Snow
When the cows go moo and the sheep make a sound
Shiny goes boo, pretty ladies skip around
When the clock strikes two all the panties hit the ground
Bases Loaded be the crew, and bitch it’s ZumBee at the mound

[Chorus]
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
I’m so special, I get Chick-fil-A on a Sunday
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway
Call my niggas, tell ’em pack they bags, let’s have a fun day
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun
Whoa, I just came to have fun
Oh, no, you not too old to have fun

[Outro]
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I can, and you can’t
I was seeing when I knew I had to get it one day
No commercial, damn let’s board PJ down the runway

Chance The Rapper – Tape Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug + Lil Yachty]
Chance the motherfuckin’ Rapper
With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I’m saying, the times
Lil Boat
Chance
Thugger!
Lil Boat

[Hook: Chance the Rapper + Young Thug]
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes?
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste
(She curious, she curious)
I swear I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
All I can hear is the third, ayy
All I can hear is the third, ayy
We don’t know none of your words, ayy
We don’t know none of your words, ayy
I love my women real tall, ayy
Type that can really play ball, ayy
You buy my hat at the park, ayy
Think I might really play ball, ayy
I got a link in my bio
My bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo
They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo
How can they call themselves bosses
When they got so many bosses
You gotta see what your boss say
I get it straight out the faucet
I ain’t felt like this since the third Drought, third Carter drop
Told my momma third grade I’d be in the third Barbershop
And yeah, my momma got real worried when she heard college drop
But now I call the shots

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I swear I’m the only nigga still cares about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Bad little mama, she gettin’ it Obama
She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna
She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma
Can’t see me, can’t be me, I’m ridin’ like a panda
That booty gon’ roll and it’s outta control
And these bitches gon’ fuck off respect and that loyalty
All my bitches lovin’ me and they spoil me
Rub me down with that lotion, babe oil me
Drinking Actavis, baby I’m showin’ me
In that choppa I see your perimeter
Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar
Wait one minute I told you
Yeah, I would like to know you
Yeah, you lucky like clovers
Yeah, the clothes no good
Mama I do it
The racks I pursue it
Just look at me baby
I came from the sewers
They love all the slime ball
Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog
I got me some rings like I’m Bruce Bowen
I’m ballin’ on you like I’m Chris Paul

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I swear I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Am I the only one who really care about cover art?
Growing up I ain’t have my brother
‘Cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start
I ain’t know what that mean
I bumped heads with my dean
Dropped out and hit the scene
Now I’m stunting like bling
Time and time again, they told me no
They told me I wouldn’t go
‘Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes
Well, maybe that shit was my interest
Now I spend more than they make at my dentist
After 1Night the folks thought I was finished
I pinned my name to the game like a seamstress
Oh, bitch I bite like a gator
Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper
Did what I wanted, didn’t care about a hater
Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer
Oh, they fuck with me cause I’m different
New sound, new appearance
Bitch, it’s Boat from the 6
Give a fuck about a bitch
Walk out, my hand on my dick, I’m the shit

[Hook: Chance The Rapper + Young Thug]
I’m the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

Nessly & Lil Yachty – Guacamole

[Chorus: Nessly]
He said he heard I got it on me
Bitch I really got it on me
Don’t go playin’ with my money
Better pray to someone holy
Thumbin’ through this guacamole
Look at all this guacamole
Look at all this guap, it’s on me
Don’t fuck with my guacamole, yeah

[Verse 1: Nessly]
Niggas heard I got the Benz and they right
They always say the truth will come to the light
Nigga hatin’, I’ma cum on his wife
Don’t you think I don’t know where you reside
Spent the morning in a cop car
Now a nigga in a flight
Shawty know that I’m a rockstar
She just wanna live the life
Nigga say he sellin’ real Act
Hit the lean up with the light
Hit my liter with the Sprite
Put my lean up on the ice, yeah

[Chorus: Nessly]
He said he heard I got it on me
Bitch I really got it on me
Don’t go playin’ with my money
Better pray to someone holy
Thumbin’ through this guacamole
Look at all this guacamole
Look at all this guap, it’s on me
Don’t fuck with my guacamole, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
He said he heard I was a phony
Askin’ if my jacket stoney
None of my bitches be boney
Nipples built like pepperoni
Most these rapers tryna clone me
I remember bein’ lonely
Now these bitches tryna bone me
Daddy used to stay in Zone 3
Ninety thousand on the wedding ring
But I ain’t gettin’ paid no time soon
Shawty suck me like a vacuum
Her ass hot like it’s the middle June
Look at all this guacamole
Sock in her mouth like I’m in Follies
Guap all in a nigga’s pockets, thighs look like they swollen
Lil Boat

[Chorus: Nessly]
He said he heard I got it on me
Bitch I really got it on me
Don’t go playin’ with my money
Better pray to someone holy
Thumbin’ through this guacamole
Look at all this guacamole
Look at all this guap, it’s on me
Don’t fuck with my guacamole, yeah
He said he heard I got it on me
Bitch I really got it on me
Don’t go playin’ with my money
Better pray to someone holy
Thumbin’ through this guacamole
Look at all this guacamole
Look at all this guap, it’s on me
Don’t fuck with my guacamole, yeah

Playboi Carti – WWTW Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Ooo, oh lord

[Hook: Gleesh and Playboi Carti]
Lord, lord
Oh lord, lord
Ooo, ooo, oh lord
…with the work
I’m working with the work (let’s go)
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go), aye
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go), aye
Working with the work (let’s go), aye
I’m working with the work (let’s go), aye
Aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye, aye (let’s go)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ooo
Cause I want to, fucked her cause I want to (might just fuck yo)
Cause I want to, designer cause I want to
Bitches fucking, bitches fucking, bitches money
I got money, come get money, some of this money
Money do something, I be in the trap, gotcho thotty
Fucking Carti for his clouty, yah, yah (what)

[Hook: Gleesh and Playboi Carti]
Lord, lord
Oh lord, lord
Ooo, ooo, oh lord
…with the work
I’m working with the work (let’s go)
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go) aye
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye, aye (let’s go)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Lil Boat, oh lord
Oh lord, oh lord
I be frightful, fall like white doves
All these niggas scrubs
It was just me and Chub in a black beamer
Riding down the eway he was holding steam
Gleechy, Gleechy that’s my dog
He keep 2 red beams
I love residue, I love her face like a crackbeam
Brainstorm high be the richest team
I done fucked every bitch that was in my dreams
Make that pussy cream, make the prettiest bitches scream
Oh lord you blessed me with all these things
Twenty bands racked up in a nigga jeans
Came up off a ???
Lil Boat ??? I’m out

[Hook: Gleesh and Playboi Carti]
Lord, lord
Oh lord, lord
Ooo, ooo, oh lord
…with the work
I’m working with the work (let’s go)
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go) aye
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye, aye (let’s go)

[Outro]
Ooo, oh lord
Lord, lord
Oh lord, lord
Ooo, ooo, oh lord
…with the work
I’m working with the work (let’s go)
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go)
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Working with the work (let’s go) aye
I’m working with the work (let’s go) aye
Aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye (let’s go)
Aye, aye (let’s go) aye, aye, aye (let’s go)

Steve Aoki – Night Call (feat. Lil Yachty & Migos)

[Intro]
Wo wo wo woo
Steve Aoki

[Chorus: Quavo]
When the night call, yeah
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrr, bow!
When the night call, yeah (night call!)
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Woo! Woo! Woo! Brrrrrrrrt

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset!
When the night call
We can link up, we can all ball (ball!)
Molly, xans and all, 3-2-1 and we takin’ all
If we came to party, pour champagne we can drink Bacardi
And I’m ‘bout to go in, rave in the crowd Michael Phelps I dive in (rave-rave)
When the night call, night call
Roll the dice dawg, dice dawg (the dice!)
Hoppin’ in the white frog (white frog)
Livin’ like a outlaw (outlaw)
Shorty got a tight jaw
When the night call night call, yeah

[Chorus: Quavo]
When the night call, yeah
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrr, bow!
When the night call, yeah (night call!)
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrrrrrrrt

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
When the night call pick up the phone
When the night call pick up the phone
Past 2 I’m an animal
My bitch ride bone like a cannibal
My party crazy like carnivals
Pull up them birds like a cardinal
I run up my sack check my cardio
Bitch it’s Quavo and it’s Lil Boat
Steve Aoki with the finger roll
Basketball like a seminole
In my party we fuck any hoe
In my party we fuck your hoe
When the night calls drop everything that’s done and run
We’re gon’ party ’til the sun come
No cameras just us
Put your drinks in the air
We don’t care who’s here
We don’t care who’s here ’cause we having fun in the bedroom
Give a fuck ’bout your feelings
Middle finger to a villain
Split his wig back now he peelin’
Dot on his head like that nigga named Krillin

[Chorus: Quavo]
When the night call, yeah
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrr, bow!
When the night call, yeah (night call!)
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrrrrrrrt
When the night call night call, yeah

[Verse 3: Quavo]
I wanna start up a riot (riot!)
I wanna fill up your tires
Steve Aoki throw the cake (Steve!)
I wanna throw me a pie (pie!)
That’s only when the night call yeah (night call!)
I wanna p-p-pipe y’all up
She wanna fuck but don’t know me(Smash!)
I put the ice in the Rollie (ice!)
I’m a champion Kobe (champion!)
This Migos Migos Steve Aoki (o!)
Play with that key like piano (ki!)
I’m in the jungle like Rambo (ju!)
Jump off the stage, Geronimo
Your pockets is dry like camel

[Chorus: Quavo]
When the night call, yeah
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrr, bow!
When the night call, yeah (night call!)
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrrrrrrrt

[Verse4 : Takeoff]
Night call, diamonds shine with the lights off
Night brawl I’mma spray like Lysol
Bad bitch that ain’t my type nah (nah!)
Bad bitch pipe down for a pipe yah (pipe!)
I’mma need a condom with no flaw (cond!)
Lookin’ at my diamonds no flaws (diamonds!)
Wanna go to war we can fight for Geico
All I gotta do make one call (one!)
When I walk in, they applaud
Big back end and I never did frauds
Staring at my heart cause you never seen stars
Lookin’ at the door wanna know how they ajar
Night call yeah we know that
Migo makin sure they pullin out kodaks (flash!)
The trophy is Skydweller Rolex
My life is written in books like a codex

[Chorus: Quavo]
When the night call, yeah
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrr, bow!
When the night call, yeah (night call!)
I’ll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!)
Brrr, brrrrrrrrt

[Verse: Quavo and Lil Yachty]
This time I’mma show you somethin’
This time I’mma pull it up (pull it up)
This time I’mma light it up (light it up)
This time I’mma light it up (light it up)
That’s only when night call yeah (only when night call)
When the night call night call yeah

[Outro]
Yeah yeah[Fading]

A-Trak – Believe (feat. Quavo & Lil Yachty)

[Intro]
Ahhh
Ahhh
Lil Boat and Quavo

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room

[Verse 1: Quavo & Lil Yachty]
Look at the rocks
Ice on my watch (yah!)
When I’m on the block (block)
I run from the cops (cops)
Damn, did I forget to mention
All these racks on me, playin’ tennis
Brought my name in the World Guiness
Take them back to the beginnin’
Take them back to the beginnin’
Back before Lil Boat was winnin’
Back before I had a million
Back before I was car stealin’
These niggas act like they feel me
If I got caught slippin’ on my soap
I’m sure these niggas’d try to kill me
She said, "How rich are you?" Yo, I’m filthy
I perfect all my craft
Shoot a nigga like Shaft
I sell a million-dollar slab (M&M)
Then put your bitch in a cab (bitch)
Do a show out in Rio
I just do it for the Migos
First time I met a migo
I walked away with a kilo (kilo)
Got a brick, Shaq free throw
Hit the pot with the people’s elbow
Never go out like Nino (ayy)
I’m in the water like Nemo (ayy)
Who that is with the mink on? (ayy)
Look at my paper, Kinko’s (ayy)
Shoot at the block then reload
Shoot at the block then reload
Ball so hard, free throw
Bitch curl like a Frito (yeah)
Twenty bands, that’s for every show (yeah)
Got an Asian bitch, she loves egg rolls
Got a Black bitch with an attitude
When I tell her no, she just neck-rolls
Got a big sack and it’s so big
Boy I swear to God I just can’t fold

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room

[Verse 2: Quavo & Lil Yachty]
She treat a nigga like a boss
I call my shooter, take him off
Hit the button on the nose
Young nigga taking off (yep)
Got a shotty sawed off (yep)
I’m ’bout to fuck her jaws off (yep)
Put your bitch on pause
They call me Quavo J Crawl
Middle finger to the law
Did what it takes to be boss
Did what it takes to be boss
Ayy
This for my niggas who don’t ever take a loss
This for my niggas locked up behind bars
This for my niggas who need an extra push
They hated me like Bush
But I’ma still rise, woah
And I put that on my guys
R.I.P. to all my soldiers in the sky

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room
I believe in you
They told you you can’t show them folks, you do
Every bitch in the world posts us in their room
But I fuck with lil’ shorty ’cause she vacuum
Suck me in the living room

[Outro: Quavo]
Ayy, drop my top on my foreign
Ain’t no phones, no recording
Got my guap in the morning
In that coupe, Jeff Gordon

Calvin Harris – Faking It (feat. Kehlani & Lil Yachty) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

[Verse 1: Kehlani]
Pray to God, but I’m feeling like he’s going deaf
Now when I lean on you and I got nothing left
Hey, I’ve been wanting to call ya, tell you that I’m sorry
Same old fucking story everybody sing

[Pre-Chorus: Kehlani]
And I say I’m okay, but I guess I’m a liar
You say you’re okay, but I saw that you liked it
2 AM and faded, I know that’s when you like it
Know that’s when you miss me, know that’s when you crying

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

[Verse 2: Kehlani]
Nowadays, I’m just a bitch to everybody else
(Fuck you and you)
I don’t need no shoulders, I’m good crying by myself
(Fuck you, too)
Moving on to chokers, you know I still adore ya
An unrequited love is just a lover’s hell

[Pre-Chorus: Kehlani]
And I say I’m okay, but I guess I’m a liar
You say you’re okay, but I saw that you liked it
2 AM and faded, I know that’s when you like it
Know that’s when you miss me, know that’s when you crying

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat)
I’m not gonna act like I don’t love ya baby
‘Cause deep in my mind, girl, I know I do (true)
Tried to search all through the world not well
But I can’t find a girl that lives close like you (no!)
I done made millions of dollars
But I’m still alone until I come home back to you (yah!)
I remember all of the times we were parked by your house
And laughed out on your avenue
Whoa, you can’t front
You’re a stone cold diva (yaah!)
I had to get counseling from my moms
She’s a heartbreak teacher (oh, yah!)
Remember that time
I put those pepperonis on your face, made you a creature
Now I think about you
Every single time I eat pizza, ohh

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Why you, why you, why you checking if you’re over it?
Why you, why you say "Let go" if you’re still holding it?
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby
Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby

[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
Why you holding me?
Why you holding me?

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Oh, she killed that shit
She was killing it, that was hard, bruh
I didn’t know she could get that high but she killed that
Go Lani, go Lani

Kyle & Lil Yachty – iSpy (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

Man fuck
What’s wrong Kyle?
Man these, kids man, talkin’ shit, makin’ me feel bad
Man, fuck them kids, bro. Look around, bro, look at life
Man you’re right
Mn, you see, you see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, woah
You see these trees man? You see this water?
I guess it is okay
Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man
Man you know what, y-you’re right
You damn right, I’m right, I can’t remember a time I was goddamn wrong
Man, thanks, Lil Boat
Hey man, that’s what I’m here for
I ain’t been gettin’ high
Well maybe a little, baby I don’t wanna lie
I know when you text me girl, I don’t always reply
Well you’re not an angel either, you can’t even fly
I notice, you think that you know shit
All this shade that’s comin’ at me, I wonder who throws it
They can’t see the vision, boy they must be out of focus
That’s a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit
Otay, pray them niggas go away
Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil
This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop, it’s gonna be a mothafuckin’ snow day
Ayy, boy is good and he knows it, he don’t say it, he shows it
I’m just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in
I am in Cali just coastin’, get ’em so wet they need coasters
I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain’t ever post it
And I’m in my happy place posted, I ain’t frown since ’06
I ain’t cried since ’01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though, your friend ain’t cute but it’s fine though
We gon’ end on a high note
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I
She said she 21, I might have to I.D. that
All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack
I remember ridin’ around the city in a hatchback
Lookin’ for a problem with my young goblins
I’mma send a model home with her neck throbbin’
I done made so much money that it’s non-stoppin’
Got my brothers on my back like the last name
I remember tellin’ everyone I couldn’t be tamed
Woah, six months later I had snapped and now I’m in the game
Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane
Went from "Can you take me here?" to screening out the lane
Went from "Damn this nigga lame" to remember my name
So I remember all the people who ain’t fucked with me
They went to college, now all them niggas is history
Upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth
Riding deep in the van, like we lookin’ for a mystery (Raggy!)
So don’t fuck with me, no, lately I been livin’ life luxury
Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys
And on my mother’s mother I won’t fuck a bitch without a damn rubber
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get to o many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I

ASAP Ferg – Aw Yea (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: A$ap Ferg]
Yeah
Shhhhh
Quiet hater
I’m a Traplord again

[Interlude: Lil Yachty]
The Traplord, Hood Pope and Lil Boat nigga
Don’t like that nigga ain’t that, you can suck on my dick nigga fuck
Know what I’m sayin’

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
This what it sound like when doves cry
Traplord in the building like yeah, right!
Fucking on a bad model bitch and I bought her the Prada and Fendi like yea
In the Ferrari with Yachty we just left the party we hop in the Lear
In the PJ with a couple bad bitches and they touching my Cartiers
Damn and I never had a bitch pop a pussy like this that’s a bad bitch right there
Poppin’ the bottles of the Cris, you don’t think I’m the shit, you niggas is some haters
Aw man look at the glist’ on a wrist look like I had it in refrigerator
Had your bitch put a good kiss on a dick and she know that’s my my spot right there

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Living out my dreams, I live movie scenes
Nothing’s what is seems, thirty to my seams
I’m with the hood pope, we like finer things
Bad Australian bitches in designer jeans
Mister typhoon, trapping Cancun
Diamonds full moon, you’s a whole coon
I can’t wait for June
Drop the top on that new zoom zoom
I’m a young nigga
Nineteen, I can be your mama’s son
Fuck your mama, son
Pull up gang, and that’s when the drama come

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol booty in the air, aw yea
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yea
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yea

Aw yea – Lil Yachty feat. Asap Ferg lyrics

Lyrics Lil Yachty – Aw yea

Aw yea
Shhhhh
Quiet hater
I’m a Traplord again.

The Traplord, Hood Pope and Lil Boat nigga
Don’t like that nigga ain’t that, you can suck on my d*ck nigga f*ck
Know what I’m sayin’.

Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeaaa
Big ol booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa

This what it sound like when doves cry
Traplord in the building like yeaaah, right!
f*cking on a bad model b*tch and I bought her the Prada and Fendi like yeaaa
In the Ferrari with Yachty we just left the party we hop in the Lear
In the PJ with a couple bad b*tches and they touching my Cartiers
Damn and I never had a b*tch pop a pus*y like this that’s a bad b*tch right there
Poppin’ the bottles of the Cris, you don’t think I’m the s**t, you niggas is some haters
Aw man look at the glist’ on a wrist look like I had it in refrigerator
Had your b*tch put a good kiss on a d*ck and she know that’s my my spot right there.

Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeaaa
Big ol booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa.

Living out my dreams, I live movie scenes
Nothing’s what is seems, thirty to my seams
I’m with the hood pope, we like finer things
Bad Australian b*tches in designer jeans
Mister typhoon, trapping Cancun
Diamonds full moon, you’s a whole coon
I can’t wait for June
Drop the top on that new zoom zoom
I’m a young nigga versuri-lyrics.info
Nineteen, I can be your mama’s son
f*ck your mama, son
Pull up gang, and that’s when the drama come.

Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yea
Big ol’ booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeaaa
Big ol booty in the air, aw yeaaa
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeaaa
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeaaa.
Lil Yachty lyrics
Video yea

Khalid – Young Dumb & Broke (Remix) (feat. Rae Sremmurd & Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Khalid]
So you’re still thinking of me
Just like I know you should
I can not give you everything, you know I wish I could
I’m so high at the moment
I’m so caught up in this
Yeah, we’re just young, dumb and broke
But we still got love to give

[Chorus: Khalid]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
We kept our last few hundreds (yeah)
Spread out just like a fan (hey)
She memorized my number (oh)
Same one from 2010 (oh yeah)
And we’re living it up, forget about sorrow (oh)
Party all night (night)
Same time tomorrow
Keeping my cool (cool)
Making my moves
Young, dumb and broke, dreams coming true

[Chorus: Khalid]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

[Verse 3: Khalid & (Slim Jxmmi)]
We have so much in common
We argue all the time
You always say I’m wrong
I’m pretty sure I’m right
What’s fun about commitment?
When we have our life to live (hey!)
Yeah, we’re just young dumb and broke (skrt, skrt!)
But we still got love to give

[Verse 4: Slim Jxmmi]
Never thought it would be like this (Sremm life)
I never thought it could be like this
Remember when I used to drive the hoopty, oh yeh
I’m coming in that Lamb’ I’m ’bout to scoop you oh yeh
I know the last time that you see me I was broke
Pull up for my city, graduated blue and gold
Tell me how to do it, you ain’t did this shit before
Y’all niggas winning if you watching peep the scope
We get it while we young dumb

[Chorus: Khalid and (Lil’ Yachty)]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
(Lil’ Boat)
Young dumb broke high school kids
(Lil’ Boat, Lil’ Boat)

[Verse 5: Lil’ Yachty]
Young, dumb and broke (yah)
Back in high school Boat was so emotional
Now I’m super rich and everything I do is so promotional (yah)
I didn’t finish college, so my momma thought I wouldn’t be shit
I had to prove her wrong (yah)
That’s why I talk about her now in every single song
Had to struggle for a while (I did)
Just so I could live it up when it’s time to live (ok)
I knew something had to give (yah)
Broke as hell using lyft
I could never get a lift, now they all want one from me
Stay away from the thing, message from the King of the Teens

[Chorus: Khalid and (Lil’ Yachty)]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke (Lil Boat)
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada (it’s the American Teen and the King of the Teens)
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

Gucci Mane – Both (Remix) (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I don’t usually do this but the drink has got me moody
Got me thinking ’bout decisions man
I should’ve left with Juvey
Got me bustin’ with my cutie
I can’t trust her nor her booty
Every night, she actin’ new school, I am not gon’ be a student
I got class, I got trash, I got bills, I got pills
Heard them boys gon’ write me off
Hope they also writing they wills
I got beam, I got flash, I got dreams and nightmares past
I’m allergic to the (brrrr) I’m using wings to wipe my ass
Right now I’m high as shit, I’m on a bumble [?]
I just got out my bitch, felt like the sunken place
She give me drunken face, she give me highest praise
And when I’m in LA, I’m smoking Kobe Bryant eighths
I watched my father whip the yay up like some mayonnaise
Mom’s would come home, they would argue he didn’t put away the plates
Taught me how to do my dirty, clean up at the same time
Right now I’m on a couple percs & leaning at the same time
Remix baby, Tunechi!

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got so many felonies, I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings, so let me check my calendar
I just popped me one of them one what-you-call-its and it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister, guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all-red drop tarantula, fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners, bruh, where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up, hoe, pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck, you’re just an amateur
This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin when she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me, my nig, but you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me, my nig? You grew up with me

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 3: Drake]
Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout-out Yachty but this ain’t a Lil Boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See, the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get left-overs out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Outro: Southside]
Southside