Bhad Bhabie – Babyface Savage Lyrics

[Intro]
(Pliznaya, Pliznaya, Pliznaya)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
Drop a little check, get active, action
Babyface savage, gon’ pull up blastin’
Drop top comin’ down Sunset, smashin’
Drop top comin’ down Sunset, smashin’
Magic with the ratchet, make these bitches disappear
Itty bitty bitches in my mentions, listen here
Itty bitty bitch, I run the city like the mayor
The bitch with the red ponytail in her hair (In her hair)
Ridin’ this beat like a motherfuckin’ snare
Playin’ with the bands like a bankroll (Bankroll)
Pockets full of huncho, hundos (Boom, boom)
Gotta keep the nine like Rondo
Cop a new condo, pronto
Rollin’ Backwoods, no Fronto, fuck no
Been had the juice, ten shots out the Bronco
Your bitch mad ’cause she ain’t the one, though
(The one though, bitch)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Get, get, get, get
Stones in the Cartier, hoes get naughtier
.44 leave a lil’ hole in everybody here
Money, hoes, bitches, got more than everybody here
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
‘Fore I get up out of here, we gon’ let up out of here
Them broke hoes came to fuck, gon’ get a body here
Had a redhead with me, it ain’t no Lil Yachty here
41 millimeter face, first 48
Bust down, water got it floodin’ out the Rollie face
Money made, more to make, lot of hoes, more to take
New car, stolen plates, fast like Golden State
Nigga trippin’, tell him he can get it by the shoulder blade
AK chopper, my bitch, we should go on dates
30 in the dirty on my hip, goin’ both ways
I’ve been up four days, trappin’ out the hallway

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Tory Lanez]
Comin’ out hard like ’88 (It’s Tory), make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die
Comin’ out hard like ’88, make a bitch levitate
Babyface savage, bitch, I don’t play Patty Cake
Charms in the carrot cake, carats in the Patek face
Cop a new coupe, no top, that’s the Cali’ way
Drop a lil’ check, everybody lit (Lit)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody rich (Rich)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody slide (Slide)
Drop a lil’ check, everybody die

Lil Yachty – 66 lyrics

(feat. Trippie Redd)

[Intro]
DY Krazy

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Racks up, racks up, pullin’ out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14, high school, servin’ beans
Dropped out, now I’m rich, flexin’ ’til I’m 66

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Flexin’ for these bands, finna pop out, ayy
Boolin’ on the block I got my Glock out, ayy
I just pulled up in a Bentley
All the hatred go right to your fuckin’ kidney
Flexin’ bands, lil’ nigga won’t get a penny, yeah
I’ma keep on runnin’ it up, ayy
I’ma keep on runnin’ it up, fuckin’ it up
This choppa bustin’ you up, ayy
There you go, testin’ your luck, dumb as fuck, yeah (ayy, ooh)
Flexin’ baby, pull up in a drop top, ayy
Diamonds dancin’ on me, baby hopscotch
Bling blaow, shinin’ fresh just like some Pop Rocks, ayy
Fireworks, when I pull up to your block, pop

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Racks up, racks up, pullin’ out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14, high school, servin’ beans
Dropped out, now I’m rich, flexin’ ’til I’m 66
Racks up, racks up, pullin’ out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14, high school, servin’ beans
Dropped out, now I’m rich, flexin’ ’til I’m 66

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, when my brother get out, told him ain’t no block now
Same bitches curbin’ all up on my cock now
Twenty bitches and they all comin’ with me (skrrt, skrrt)
Side by side, me and Trippie in the Bentley (skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, and I bought it ain’t no rentin’
Baby girl I’m tryna fuck, why is you ventin’? (huh, huh)
In 2016, I got hotter than your skate team (huh, huh)
2018, I need at least like eight rings (huh, huh)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Racks up, racks up (gang, gang), pullin’ out a Bentley truck (yeah)
Semi, semi, keep it tucked (yeah), bad bitch, bubble butt (woah)
14, 14 (‘teen), high school, servin’ beans (beans)
Dropped out, now I’m rich (yeah), flexin’ ’til I’m 66 (yeah)
Racks up, racks up (yeah), pullin’ out a Bentley truck (skrrt)
Semi, semi, keep it tucked (yeah), bad bitch, bubble butt (aight)
14, 14 (yeah), high school, servin’ beans (beans)
Dropped out, now I’m rich (yeah), flexin’ ’til I’m 66

Lil Yachty – love me forever lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus]
Love me today, love me forever
Ride with me, bae, ridin’ forever
Love me today, love me forever
Love me today, love me today
Love me today, love me forever
Ride with me, bae, ridin’ forever
Love me today, love me today
Will you love me today? And love me forever

[Verse]
(Lil Boat)
What type of time you want? (oh)
Make you fall in love by the time you gone
Ain’t tryna play wit’ you, baby, I’m too grown (grown)
Gettin’ too much guap (guap), put diamonds in your watch (watch)
Baby girl, you look good in that halter top
Drop the top on the coupe and do donuts in the lot
Hold it down for me (yeah)
Baby, watch my back, these niggas plottin’ on me (yeah)
Both of us are bosses, that’s why you ride with me

[Chorus]
Love me today, love me forever
Ride with me, bae, ridin’ forever
Love me today, love me forever
Love me today, love me today
Love me today, love me forever
Ride with me, bae, ridin’ forever
Love me today, love me today
Will you love me today? And love me forever

Lil Yachty – she ready lyrics

(feat. PnB Rock)

[Intro: PnB Rock]
Earl on the beat
30, you a fool for this one
Mmm, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, aye

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Lil Yachty]
She said she wanna be my main bitch, aye
She think she ready to be famous, aye (yeah)
She said she wanna be my wife, aye (yeah)
She think ready for this life, yeah, yeah
You really think you ready for this life? (whoa)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride (whoa)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride for me
Paparazzi taking pics, you on the side of me

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Quick camera flash, brand new Hermès bag
Benz truck, ride it fast, don’t you dare ever look back
I can change your life, gotta make sure that you right for me
Make your wildest dreams everyday reality
Ooh, everyday steak is for dinner, havin’ good sex in a Sprinter
Your last nigga was a renter, well girl, I’m a buyer
Pirelli all on my tires, I’ll tell your boss you quit if you not already fired
I love gettin’ wires, counting up, counting up, count
All these Ms in my account, lift up the truck with a mount
Hittin’ home runs like Jeter, ’bout to go cop me a brand new two-seater
I been knew that you was a eater, that’s why I fuck with you
I feel like I’m stuck with you, I need you to come on through
Just pass this test or two

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Lil Yachty]
She said she wanna be my main bitch, aye
She think she ready to be famous, aye (yeah)
She said she wanna be my wife, aye (yeah)
She think ready for this life, yeah, yeah
You really think you ready for this life? (whoa)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride (whoa)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride for me
Paparazzi taking pics, you on the side of me

[Verse 2: PnB Rock]
All these camera lights, shawty, welcome to the life
All these diamonds, all this ice, shawty, I could treat you right (yeah)
You could be my main, introduce you to the fame (fame)
Put you on a private plane, shawty, just don’t ever change (nah)
And we can go straight to the top (yeah), we can be countin’ this guap (yeah)
And we can be takin’ trips to different cities, just me and you all in a drop
I just got that new McLaren (yeah), oh, that’s that new Gucci you wearin’ (Gucci)
Just got some new titties and matching new ass, that’s why these niggas they starin’
And they mad ’cause you rollin’ with me, you keep that pussy soakin’ for me
And I don’t really care what they try to say, ’cause you out in the open with me
When I usually keep it low-key
Girl, you’re makin’ it hard for me, girl, you look like a star with me

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Lil Yachty]
She said she wanna be my main bitch, aye (be my main)
She think she ready to be famous, aye (famous, yeah)
She said she wanna be my wife, aye (be my wife, yeah)
She think ready for this life, yeah, yeah (is you ready for this life?, yeah)
You really think you ready for this life? (for this life, whoa)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride (whoa, is you gon’ ride?)
I just wanna know if you gon’ ride for me (if you gon’ ride)
Paparazzi taking pics, you on the side of me (you on the side of me, 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!)

Tee Grizzley – Light (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, what’s up gang
Let me go secure the M’s for the gang
Ayy, ayy, what’s up gang
Those niggas still think it’s my fault
Ayy

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
I went been feelin’ all kites
To puttin’ an M on my block
New Gucci sweater is drip (that’s drip)
Somebody give me a mop (that’s drip)
These niggas act like the cops (Like fuzz)
Gossipin’ more than the thots (nigga what?)
In jail I had stripes off the rocks (stripes)
I make you count off the rocks
These niggas think that I made it and can’t get my friends, so they wanna be opps
If I see no niggas who hatin’ and I’m in that spaceship, I’m droppin’ that top
I get that cake like my b-day ain’t no happy belated
I’m callin’ the guap
Who gave you niggas a voice
Who told you your thoughts count
GPS straight to the money
I put my niggas in route
They told me got bricks in the drop
AR with the big Mickey Mouse
You poses your lady at 12, ain’t that nice seein’ my dick in her mouth?
Candles all over the mansion
You lil niggas can’t shit on my house

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Fuck-fuck with-with me-me boy
Cut off your hands and your fingers
100 round in your ears with a ringer
Cock it back, watch it turn to a singer
Get it firing like this Jerry Springer
All of my niggas on go-go
Zip the AR back like the pogo
Don’t do dirty with these niggas, they popo
Had a G Wagon trap turned to rojo
Finally gave it to us in that cold-cold
Heard the hoes going’ wild down in soho
One’s black and the other one’s Mexican
Had the hoes eating dick like El Pollo
Younger than you with a Maybach
Younger than you with a Bentley
Fuckin’ your bitch from the back, got her head in a pillow, she keep yellin’ gently
Ain’t being friends with these niggas cause when i was down not a soul had sympathy
That’s how I go when you’re broke
Bitch on the boat do coke
Bitch I fucked up on my own
Not get lost on these new niggas clones
Fucked that bitch and she asked for a loan
Bitch you gon’ get that shit on your own
And nobody give me not a thing
So I spend 90k on my ring
You can see all my pain in my watch
Got my ex downing’ bottles of scotch
Walkin’ round with my hand on my crotch
Cause I’m popping and i know you not
And I know you see just how I’m livin’
You not happy with life so you sippin’
Walkin’ reeboks on treetops gettin’ hella guap
Got a big Benz like Sasquatch, are you talking shit, nigga, with a bitch?
Know it’s top notch

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
The iPhone IG all the time (I see you)
How dare them niggas gon’ lie?
Wagyu steak, I dine (real steak)
8 oz, two 55 (real steak)
I can’t get funky with niggas, my niggas so groovy, you niggas be jives
If I ain’t had love for Meek, I woulda been trying’ to get Nicki Minaj
I need a duffle a verse, I do a hook for a dime
Put murders on FaceTime before i get to the club, nigga, look at the line
Money ain’t changed my heart but I’m smarter
I guess it changed my mind
And I take care of my hitters in prison, don’t think it’s safe inside (stab his ass)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
I got that check and cigar
A lot of these niggas look lost
They broke they think it’s my fault (fuck ’em)
Want smoke? We blowing, no cough
I want the bitch, she caught
Im drippin’, I’m stuck with the sauce (good drip)
Yo bitch be fuckin’ me raw (good drip)
But she love you don’t cut yo bitch off (yo bitch)
Brand new Givenchy it’s white (that’s light)
Limited Louis, that’s light (too light)
Wraith in the city, that’s light (that’s light)
LED, look at the lights (too light)
We the ones niggas don’t like (don’t like)
But you niggas too light (too light)
Why even play with yo life? (yo, life)
Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin’ like yikes)

XXXTENTACION – Going Down! lyrics

[Producer Tag]
TM88

[Intro]
Oh my
I got that drip, ayy
Yeah

[Chorus]
Going down, it’s going down, huh
Going down, it’s going down
Oh my God, shawty thick she-
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, shawty thick she-
Oh my God
Huh, yeah, ayy
Going down, it’s going down, hey
Going down, it’s going down
Oh my God shawty thick she-
Oh my God, yeah, ayy
Oh my God shawty thick she-
Oh my God

[Verse]
Hey, she ride my dick like a biker, huh
I am the shit, need a diaper, huh
Like I’m Lil Yachty, I one night her, uh
I eat the pussy like rice and- ayy
Knock out your boyfriend, Mike Tyson, ayy
When I’m drunk I feel like fightin’, ayy
She pop that pussy like vicodin, yuh (ohmy ohmy)
Beat up that pussy like vikin’, a-
She get wet, whip look like I pulled up in a jet
She wants sex (hm), okay, shorty, I just want the neck
Run them bands up, I run them bands up, I run my bands up
He don’t want no smoke, he don’t want no cancer
Go get your bands up

[Chorus]
Going down, it’s going down, huh
Going down, it’s going down
Oh my God, shawty thick she-
Oh my God, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, shawty thick she-
Oh my God
Huh, yeah, ayy
Going down, it’s going down, hey
Going down, it’s going down
Oh my God shawty thick she-
Oh my God, yeah, ayy
Oh my God shawty thick she-
Oh my God

Bhad Bhabie – Gucci Flip Flops (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics

[Intro]
30 you a fool for this one

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin’ the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock, check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock (off the clock)

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
Bhad Bhabie got these bitches bustin’ for cash (cash)
Do the dash, try to play me, bitch, I’m bustin’ yo’ ass (bustin’ yo’)
Lotta gun sounds, Rollie, bust down, know why these bitches mad
‘Cause they trash and they fuckin’ for cash (cash)
Too official, blow the whistle, bitch, I’m fly as a bird (brrr)
Take a picture, get ya’ issue, bitch will die on my word ( my word)
Walk in the bank, fuck it up, pokin’ that bitch with a shank, fuck it up (fuck it up)
I bought the lil’ bitch a bag, make it double back and clear up her tab (yah)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Lil Yachty]
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin’ the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock, check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch (Lil Boat), diamond drippin’ off of the clock (off of the clock)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got big guap, pussy, yeah, I’m real rich (yeah)
6 cars, 2 houses and I’m still rich, uh (uh)
Think it’s sweet? One call, hit the Killswitch (boom)
Booby cool, I ain’t worried ’bout yo’ lil bitch, nigga
That lil’ chain that you rockin’, that’s so little to me
Talkin’ shit, but want a verse? That’s a riddle to me
Can’t fuck the bitch ’til she got her virginity (whoo, yeah)
‘Cause then she gon’ really be into me (whoo, yeah)
.223 shots, I might run for the enemies (ah)
Put a few holes in his kidney (whoo, Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
Gu-Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock
Pull the 6 out, wintertime, droppin’ the top
Give it to that pussy ass, turn the shit up a notch
Gucci flip flops (fuck it), make it kick rocks (bust it)
This a big clock, check the wrist watch (check it)
Gucci flip flops, fuck it, hit your bitch in my socks (bust it)
This a big watch, diamond drippin’ off of the clock (off of the clock)

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

Lady in yellow – Lil Yachty lyrics

Lyrics Lil Yachty – Lady in yellow

Little miss lady in yellow, hello
Would you like to push petals through the meadow with me?
Little miss lady in the yellow, wassup?
I just got a question, baby, can I f*ck on you?

I just want you here tonight
Can we chill tonight if the feeling’s right?
I want you to chill with me
Little miss lady in the yellow
You play more games than Othello
Come kick it with a fellow, come chill with me
I’ma make you sing accapella
Put your diamonds up like Rocafella
We all in this together, just you and me.

Little miss lady in yellow, hello
Would you like to push petals through the meadow with me?
Little miss lady in the yellow, wassup?
I just got a question, baby, can I f*ck on you?

Damier prints on the pillow
Baby, come and sleep like a queen
Just let me in between, let me love on you
Breakdown, yellow dress, yellow skin
Yellow hair gettin’ out a yellow taxi
Baby, where you goin’?
Versuri-lyrics.info
I just wanna get to know you
I just wanna get to fold ya
Truth be told, I just wanna tell all my friends that I told ya
After I beat it, molded it, licked it, flip it, turn it over
I just want to get to own it.

We zonin’, we zonin’
We zonin’, baby girl, we zonin’
We zonin’, baby girl, we zonin’
We zonin’.

Little miss lady in the yellow, hello (yes, good vibes)
Would you like to push petals through the meadow with me? (With me? Good vibes)
Little miss lady in the yellow, wassup?
I just got a question, baby, can I f*ck on youuu?
Lil Yachty lyrics
Video yellow

Chaz French – Way Out

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
What it do Awthentik?
Yeah, hey
Thought it was…
Yeah, had to tell mama

[Verse 1]
Okay, yeah, u
Had to tell mama, “Wait a minute”
You may not get it now but you gotta listen
Swear I might not know it all but my intuition
Tell me everything I’m chasin’ need no intermissions
Ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout a finish, boy we just beginnin’
Swear to God the only one, there ain’t no other witness
Ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout the women or the politickin’
Mr. Suit and Tie shit, it’s time to handle business
Boy, we really about the business

[Hook]
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
All my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
Said, all my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out

[Verse 2]
Just bought a new crib, man that muthafucka way out (woo, way out)
Flashin’ in the living room, had 20 bitches laid out (laid out, laid out)
So my baby mama trippin’, had to pull 2 K out (K out)
Everything A1, you woulda thought it was a steakhouse (steakhouse, steakhouse)
Bout to do it for the city, bout to bring the whole state out (woo, state out)
Shout to the niggas that’s been with me and they stayed down (stay down or lay down)
It was recess with it, I had to watch it all play out (dang, play out)
Now nigga kick it with Rick Rubin on my day off, we way out, yeah

[Hook]
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
All my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
Said, all my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out

[Verse 3]
Nobu, Malibu, we ain’t wearin’ no chains
We was broke last year, now we wearin’ the change
Heard a lot of niggas talkin’ but ain’t sayin’ a thang
New Year’s resolution but still doin’ the same
All I ever talk about is everything that I seen
So if you tired of struggle raps, we makin’ a scene
Man, it ain’t really about the music so I’m takin’ it easy
It’s all about the gimmicks, man y’all makin’ it easy
I can show ‘em how it go, I can assure you I’m the GOAT
Shout out Lil Yachty, I ain’t tryna showboat
But when it comes to flows, man this shit is Minnesota
When it come to colors, put the purple in the soda
You can lean on a shoulder ‘cause we only gettin’ closer

[Hook]
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
All my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out
Lately I been lookin’ for a way out, yeah
Said, all my niggas lookin’ for a way out, way out, way out

Forever young – Lil Yachty lyrics

Lyrics Lil Yachty – Forever young

All night I’ve been watching you
So tonight, you’re leaving with me
I’ve been waiting my whole life to give you it all
It’s on now, it’s on now
I’m talking the big fancy lights
The star studded nights with me
We forever young
We forever young
We forever young.

The music’s loud and I’m feeling wild
Come dance along with the golden child
I don’t know much but sure, let me check your fouls
Two technicals but you beautiful
You grew up 6 brothers in a cubicle
And they all bustin’ for ya if I make the wrong move
If I break your heart then I’m a dumb dude
You get what you give and I’m the one who loses.

But we could be together forever
But we could be together forever and ever
I wanna live life with you forever and ever
Together
Forever young
Forever young
We forever young.

Shining bright under the shining sun
Like moonshine you keep it 99% with me
I’m feeling all your energy
I know you love to vibe with me
I know you love to ride for me
Your favorite thing to say is, “Boat, I love when you’re inside of me”
Your love is like a high to me versuri-lyrics.info
I love to go out my way to make sure you stay happy
We forever young.

The music’s loud and I’m feeling wild
Come dance along with the golden child
I don’t know much but sure, let me check your fouls
Two technicals but you beautiful
You grew up 6 brothers in a cubicle
And they all bustin’ for ya if I make the wrong move
If I break your heart then I’m a dumb dude
You get what you give and I’m the one who loses.

But we could be together forever
But we could be together forever and ever
I wanna live life with you forever and ever
Together
Forever young
Forever young.

Forever younggg. (x5)
Lil Yachty lyrics
Video young

Desiigner – Thank God I Got It (feat. Mitus)

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit
Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit ’em with the "oh shit"
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don’t know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I’m writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
I beat it up like I’m Michael
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin’
Take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin’
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Ball hard ’til the damage done
Live life ’til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one

[Hook]
Yeah yeah
Champion
I’m I’m a champion

[Beat Switch]

[Refrain]
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

[Verse 3]
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing

[Verse 4]
I can be raw let you ride here
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me

[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell yea can’t stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way

DJ CASSIDY – Honor (feat. Grace & Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Grace]
Feelin’ [?] when you’re so low-key
It stresses me out so good
Try to be cool but I’m in my head
Bendin’ to all your rules
I’m cool with your friends
And I turn my head when you wanna talk your shit
Who else is puttin’ up with this?
Fish out of water, gotta get my armor
To swim in yoour element
Lie through my teeth like a good actress
So you’ll never see me sweat
If you caught a bird’s eye of the ones in line
Who want me, you might regret it
Who else is puttin’ up with this?

[Chorus: Grace]
Boys like you with me should know it’s an honor
Know it’s honor
Girls like me, oh we got too much to offer
Too much to offer
Boys like you with me should know it’s an honor
Know it’s honor
Girls like me, oh we got too much to offer
Too much to offer

[Verse 2: Grace]
Maybe I’m bored, like being ignored
Don’t know why I’m in your bed
Why would I wanna put up with the drama?
It’s fun playin’ in your head
Down on your level, I dance in the shadow
I’m so good at this two-steppin’
Who else is puttin’ up with this?
Like a fine wine, you’ll see it in time
What you had up on your tongue
Passin’ on me, don’t know what you leave
Guess I left your tastebuds numb
You got it easy but your taste is cheap
Then you need to clear your palate
I won’t be puttin’ up with this

[Chorus: Grace]
Boys like you with me should know it’s an honor
Know it’s honor
Girls like me, oh we got too much to offer
Too much to offer
Boys like you with me should know it’s an honor
Know it’s honor
Girls like me, oh we got too much to offer
Too much to offer

[Bridge: Grace]
Funny how the best ones are so screwed
Funny how they mess with guys like you
Caught up in the moment, bendin’ rules
Funny how the best ones are so screwed

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Lil Boat!
Please love me
It’s so funny how you expect someone perfect
So funny how people ride waves ’til they’re surf-sick
It’s not mazel tov ’til the shirt’s lit
It’s not a true love ’til mama approves of it
Please don’t go
And then you think to yourself like you’re really goin’ through with it
And givin’ everything until you’re through with it
Love me so, so
You prolly think that I’m losin’ it
‘Cause I would fuck up so easily
Please love me forever
You would listen to my lies and go believe in me
‘Cause honestly you couldn’t think of ever leavin’ me
And that might be a better option, but I needed you
When you needed me
When I was sick in that bed, you had treated me
Don’t let me fade away, away, away
I tried to come back for your love, but you seated me
But I understand your every single reasoning
You always tie it all together like a seasoning
I really screwed up… please come home?

[Chorus: Grace]
Boys like you with me should know it’s an honor
Know it’s honor, baby
Girls like me, oh we got too much to offer
Too much to offer, baby
Boys like you with me should know it’s an honor
You should know it’s honor
You should know
Girls like me, oh we got too much to offer
Too much to offer
Too much

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Please love me forever
It’s DJ Cassidy, the lovely Grace
And yours truly, it’s Lil Yachty
Don’t let me fade away, away, away
Thank you for listening, baby

Terintino – Ball On You Feat. Lil Yachty

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

[Verse 1]
I just found out they hating
My car metalled up, I’m skating
In New York at aces
Al this green I’m races
Bitch I got them faces
Louis Vuitton suitcases
Getting massaged by Asians
I fucked that bitch and she is taken
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Got [?] heater on me I dear you to run up
Like Weezy [?] Imma grind till the sun up
In the car 300 hundred on the dash doing donuts

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

[Verse 2]
Do you want to fuck me or nah
Answer prolly yeah
Six strippers in my house
Money all in the air
I could tell she want to fuck me cuz she playing all in my hair
And I just ran through a hundred stacks
My nigga it’s just not fair
Remember we young, black, rich nigga gang
Out here ain’t playing
Lil boat, lil tug boat
9 pounds but it still bang bang
And this is still disrespect gang
[?] like I’m Rick James
Finna drink that G [?] red
That shit gon look like a fire flame

[Hook]
I want the grizzle
Baby girl I only want your face
4 G’s on my coup, sometimes it feel like out of space
All the problems in the world is right here on my waist
Please do not get in my way or you’ll be on your way
Do you count money or nah?
Do you smoke dope or yeah?
Bitch I’m gon ball
Catch me in mid air
Swish, Swish, swish
Imma ball on you bitch

REMY MA – Another One lyrics

Heard you callin’ everyone
Now call ’em back, ’cause I got another one
Heard you was kiddin’, sayin’ I ain’t havin’ none
But that’s okay baby, ’cause now you my son
They like, “Yo, Rem go in again”
My flow cold, her ink froze in the pen
You gotta go, you gotta go, lil hoe
I kick a dead horse till it don’t move
Don’t come around me, now I got the crown, see
I beat you with punches in 48, you Ronda Rousey
The wigs and nose, you a whole clown, B
I better not ever hear you say anything about me
I came from behind bars like a bottle girl
No candy bars, I raise the bar, I’m like a bodybuild
All blue Maserati, sawed-off lil shottie
Put blood in your head, leave your whole damn head red, Lil Yachty
Oh, and if you doubt that, you can catch me outside, bitch, how bout that?
When it’s dark and hell is hot, I’ll DM your ex
Sittin’ here now like, “Who I’ma DM next?”
I handle these bars like a BMX, Grrr
Get at me dog, DMX
And I’m waitin’ for a bitch to talk outta her neck
‘Cause we got pictures, we got videos, and we got texts

Already took a L, now you got another one
I secure the bag, now I got another one
I caught the W, now I got another one
Yo, what’s that shit you be sayin’, Khaled?
(Another one)
Already took a L, now you got another one
I secure the bag, now I got another one
I caught the W, now I got another one
Yo, what’s that shit you be sayin’, Khaled?
(Another one)

Mike WiLL Made It – It Takes Two (feat. Lil Yachty & Carly Rae Jepsen)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
This ain’t your regular party
This ain’t your regular, no, no
Ear Drummers!
This ain’t your regular party
This ain’t your regular, no
Mike WiLL Made It
Hit it!

[Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen]
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I wanna rock right now
I’m Lil Yachty, now I’m down if you’re down
I’m not the most lyrical kid known
But I’m known to keep the party goin’
‘Cause my team’s the livest, bright as a fly is
King of the teens, I speak to all ages
We in sync while goin’ through all phases
Positivity is what made us famous, well…
So much endurance I shoulda ran track
Song so good, promise it’ll get a plaque
‘Cause it takes two to carry all the big things
It takes two to end up with a shiny ring
‘Cause it takes two to end up with the finer things
If you rush through the film, you might miss the better scenes

[Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen & Lil Yachty]
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
Hit it!

[Verse 2: Carly Rae Jepsen]
Now look what you made do
You and me, baby it takes two
Bringin’ new moves to the old school
Time for the whole world to enjoy the view
We can go left, they can go right
Save me a dance for the end of the night
When I’m with you, it’s a party
Don’t care where we’re goin’
The crew’s on the floor and
I wanna keep goin’
So let’s keep it goin’
Let’s keep it goin’
And one and two and three and four

[Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen & Lil Yachty]
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
Hit it!

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Lil Boat!
It takes two to make a thing go right
When you’re way too fly, team about to take flight
I don’t know what you’ve been told
It takes two just like hot and cold
We go hand in hand like the sand and toes
It takes two just like silver and gold
Yeah it takes two like the dice been rolled
Team too clean, we the new dream team
We just wanna dance, we just wanna have fun
Slow down, let it rock until the sun come
Wasn’t much to share but we all had some
‘Cause it takes two comin’ from where I come from

[Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen]
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight

[Interlude: Lil Yachty]
Aight now
Y’all know Mike WiLL, you know
When I count to three I want you to get busy now
One, two, three, get loose now

[Outro: Carly Rae Jepsen]
It takes two, it takes two, it takes
It takes, it takes two
It takes, it takes two
It takes two, it takes two
It takes two, it takes two
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make a
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
It takes, it takes two
It takes, it takes
It takes two
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight
One and two and three and four
It takes two

2016 rap up – Uncle Murda lyrics

Lyrics Uncle Murda – 2016 rap up

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit crazy, niggas want me to talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
f*ck how y’all niggas feel, I’mma talk about it.(2016 rap up)

Niggas in Paris, Kanye, Jay Z
Niggas in paris robbed Kim K, B
Ye mad he ain’t got a call from Jay Z
Jay like niggas get robbed every day, B
J. Cole kicked you while you was down
He knows controversy sells, he got an album out now
“False Prophets”
Damn, Ye, the people don’t trust you
Bush don’t like black people, but you think Donald Trump do
Don’t meet with Donald Trump and talk about us, Ye
You ain’t got the answers just like you told Sway
It’s the truth, I ain’t talking greasy, Ye
Just know them streets still rock with the Yeezys, Ye
But Rihanna ain’t rocking with Travi$
Somebody should’ve told him that she was a savage
He like “pick up the phone, baby, I know you home, baby”
(Stop calling)
It’s a dub, nigga, no more dates
She ain’t pick up the phone ’cause she was creeping with Drake
You was just another dude on the hit list
Even Mad Skillz gotta like how I flip this
f*ck it if he don’t, yeah, I Deebo’d his shit
Heard you last year saying that slick shit
(I heard you)
Took a meeting with 50, deal done in an hour
I’m G-Unit now, you might see me on Power
(50, what up?)
If 50 got beef, I’m involved
We can semi automatic or trey 8 revolve’
Had to dream big, told me get Lil Yatchy wrong
Cam and Jim Jones still got problems
Cam told Angie Jim ain’t from Harlem.

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it.

Man, that Game beef verse Meek Milly
Got my nigga Beanie Sigel knocked out in Philly
Troy Ave at the club on camera letting it clap
Troy got shot, got up, start shooting back
And now Troy Ave fighting a case
Got shot again on Christmas, he can’t get a break
Bobby took 7 so Rowdy could get 7 years
He could’ve took a plea, been home in a year
Ayo, Bobby, we salute you
Desiigner got famous for sounding like Future
Gucci came home, ready for marriage
Drake bought a Ferrari for 21 Savage
Man, I think he did that to get Meek mad
Drake’s still got mainstream on their kneepads
(He winning)
I mean, you see he did a milli in his first week
Jeezy outsold Meek Mill in his first week
J. Cole did half a milli for his first week
Trump need to get killed in office his first week
Yeah, I saw Tiny dancing on Mayweather
For the kids I hope her and T.I. stay together
I watch they show, I like they chemistry
If he cheat Tiny cheat back, but not with the enemy
(not with the force)
Kodak Black fighting the rape charge
I think the nigga did it, nah nah, I’m just playing, y’all
(Kodak innocent).

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it.

Who was on Shade Room? Who was on Baller Alert?
Who was on Akademiks? whose feelings you want me to hurt?
Adrian Broner talk about suicide
Niggas on the Gram is like “hurry up, do it and die”
(Hurry up)
Soulja Boy beefing with Quavo, got locked up
Lucky they ain’t find a Draco
That boy got more beef than a burger
On Instagram he pulled out the purple burner
That’s a good gun to pistol whip Lil Yachty with
Like, that’s for Biggie, that’s what you get for popping shit
(Watch your mouth)
And tell Lil’ Kim I’m mad
For bringing Rich Homie Quan out, making Biggie look bad
He was f*cking up the words to a classic
The way that he dancing niggas think the nigga a faggot
Rest in peace to the greatest, Muhammad Ali
Mister “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”
Dave Chappelle came back, got 60 mil
Man, rest in peace to Prince, he overdosed on pills
Remember Purple Rain had that vibe
Damn, Tommy from Martin with no job died
LeBron did it for Cleveland and got that ring
Bernard Hopkins got knocked out the f*cking ring
No Durant, Russell Westbrook doing his thing
Durant dickriding Golden State to get a ring
Can’t beat ’em so you join ’em, right?, You a traitor
f*ck cancer, rest in peace to Craig Sager
Future said “f*ck Diddy”, Diddy ain’t give him no Ciroc
He f*cked Scottie Pippen wife in some Gucci flip flops
(Jordan, what up?)
Kobe scored 60 his last game
A.I. got inducted in the hall of fame
Baby still ain’t pay Lil’ Wayne
Told the Breakfast Club put some respek on his name
(All three of y’all)
Young M.A. getting that money
“Ooouuu” hottest record in the country
Mary J. Blige don’t want no more drama
Going through a divorce, her husband tryna’ rob her
(He a bum)
Blac Chyna a Kardashian
She had a baby with Rob Kardashian
(She came up)
Took the baby then left that fat f*ck
Now he on the Gram like “she left me and took her stuff”
(Good for you)
She ain’t love you or like you like that
She use you to get popping and pay Tyga back
(Sucker)
Should’ve peeped that from the beginning
Amber Rose had a TV show, these hoes winning
(They lit)
Khloe still can’t keep her legs shut
If you a rapper or a ball player she’ll let you f*ck
(For real)
Every 6 month she switch ’em up
I wanna put my thumb in Kylie Jenner butt
(Ew)
I’m just playing, but 21 Savage ain’t
He wanna f*ck her, he think Tyga a sucker
(Me too)
Police surrounded Chris Brown crib
Cause some white chick lied about some shit he did
Katt Williams got choked out by a little kid
Michel’le showed that’s what Dr. Dre did
He was looking like a young Ike Turner
He ain’t just beat her ass, he shot at her with the burner
(That’s a nigga with an attitude).

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened?

Police shooting at cars while kids in the back
Man, not even Scarface would’ve did that
(No women or kids)
We catch it on camera and nothing done happened
Cops got killed in Dallas, that needed to happen
(Payback)
Blame the government for that, that’s they fault
Police kill us, get probation in the same court
They give us life then we catch a body
Cause they got the power, yeah, they white like Tommy
America is racist and they ain’t hiding it
Trump won, the KKK is out of retirement
(They out)
You know them crackers don’t like our skin color, they hate us
Rest in peace to 2Pac mother, dear mama
God bless Afeni Shakur
She would’ve liked Kaepernick for kneeling down on the floor
When the national anthem played they don’t respect us
They kill us and lock us up, they don’t serve and protect us
(They don’t)
Trump the new president, what you mad for?
How long y’all thought the president was gon’ be black for?
Barack Obama did his thing
But he was just another puppet on the government string
(I’m just saying)
This year we had a lot of deaths
We lost Shawty Lo and Bankroll Fresh
Phife Dawg and Big Kap passed
Flex said Lil’ Bow Wow music trash
And he said Lil Yachty got that mumble rap
It’s them little kids that pop molly that f*ck with that
Nah, we don’t f*ck with that, culture vultures
New York finally sounding like it’s supposed to
Sounding like Timberlands and Champion hoodies
Salute to Dave East, Don Q, and A-Boogie
Play this for Mad Skillz, he gon’ hate it
Fat Joe and Remy Grammy nominated
Remy and Nicki taking shots at each other too
Rap is a sport, man, that’s what they supposed to do
Yeah, that’s that essence of hip hop
DJ Drewski on Love and Hip Hop
Drake with J. Lo on some Puffy shit
Mariah never heard of J. Lo, that’s some funny shit
Man, I’m off this, enough was said here
Wonder who I’mma throw under the bus next year.(2016 rap up)

Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
They love gossip, b*tches want me to talk about it
It’s all over the Gram so I’mma talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit crazy, niggas want me to talk about it
You heard what happened? Niggas want me to talk about it
Shit happens, niggas want me to talk about it
f*ck how y’all niggas feel, I’mma talk about ittt.(2016 rap up)
Uncle Murda lyrics
Video up

Carly Rae Jepsen & Lil Yachty – It Takes Two lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Mike WiLL Made It
Hit it!

[Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen]
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I wanna rock right now
I’m Lil Yachty, now I’m down if you’re down
I’m not the most lyrical kid known
But I’m known to keep the party goin’
‘Cause my team’s the livest, bright as a fly is
King of the teens, I speak to all ages
We in sync while goin’ through all phases
Positivity is what made us famous, well…

[Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen]
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight

LIL YACHTY – It Takes Two lyrics

Mike WiLL Made It
Hit it!

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight

I wanna rock right now
I’m Lil Yachty, now I’m down if you’re down
I’m not the most lyrical kid known
But I’m known to keep the party goin’
‘Cause my team’s the livest, bright as a fly is
King of the teens, I speak to all ages
We in sync while goin’ through all phases
Positivity is what made us famous, well…

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight

Carly Rae Jepsen – It Takes Two lyrics

Mike WiLL Made It
Hit it!

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight

I wanna rock right now
I’m Lil Yachty, now I’m down if you’re down
I’m not the most lyrical kid known
But I’m known to keep the party goin’
‘Cause my team’s the livest, bright as a fly is
King of the teens, I speak to all ages
We in sync while goin’ through all phases
Positivity is what made us famous, well…

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight

Lil Yachty – It Takes Two lyrics

Mike WiLL Made It
Hit it!

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight

I wanna rock right now
I’m Lil Yachty, now I’m down if you’re down
I’m not the most lyrical kid known
But I’m known to keep the party goin’
‘Cause my team’s the livest, bright as a fly is
King of the teens, I speak to all ages
We in sync while goin’ through all phases
Positivity is what made us famous, well…

It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two to make it outta sight

The Americanos – In My Foreign (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Lil Yachty, Nicky Jam & French Montana)

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

Fo’ sho’ she wanna ride, fo’ sho’ she wanna slide
Fo’ sho’ we gettin’ sauced, fo’ sho’ we gettin’ high
Pull up swaggin’, hop out the wagon
Suckers gonna hate but the ladies wanna brag
What you say? What you say? What you say?
Whole team faded like Jordan with the J
Cradle to the grave, NY to the Bay
Millions in the bank and the hunnids in the safe
Ain’t nothing to a G baby
Foreign sitting low, climb out the V baby
Haan, ain’t nothing to a G baby
Foreign sitting low climb out the V baby

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go

Girl it feels like Saturday, everyday
I’m smoking loud and feeling so high
I’m rolling good through my hood
Getting lit like the 4th of July
(I got that exotic that you probably can’t afford
We be going up like them burger fly gold
We ain’t got no problems ’cause we counting all this cash
Got a lot of head with her metro on the dash)

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

You should bring your homie, I’ll bring one too
I know you like the spotlight, so let me introduce you
Just me and you parked up at the top looking at the view
So many things that we could do, drive with me and never lose
Do you wanna ride in my foreign, get your red-bottom heels, no Jordans
I know your ex-boyfriend was hella boring
Now we skirting 130, no snoring

Do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
Lift the top back all the way, rolling through the streets of LA
Girl, do you wanna ride, ride, ride in my foreign? (In my foreign?)
We can turn up the radio, we ain’t got no place to go
Girl do you wanna ride?

Rich The Kid – Dat Way (feat. Migos) (Keep Flexin Mixtape)

[Intro: Quavo]
Yo, yeah, Dat Way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don’t sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, it’s time to go splurge

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
The plug pull up on me anyday
He told me pull up to his mansion alone
And don’t come in with all that gun play

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put the huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Double park, double park, parallel park
Then I pick up that Backwood and spark
So many artist can’t even say where
But they picked up the flow, I don’t know where to start
Shopping cart when I go pick up my narcs
So many animals like Noah’s Arc
Hop on the chart and I pop me a percocet, pour me a fo’ befo’ it can depart
I land in Cali, my plug pull up on me with pints of the Act, I don’t want no Wockhardt
Make your hoe ride along with me
Got unfinished business, got me feeling like Kevin Hart
Back up, that camera pop out when I park
I got that Draco, come out after dark
Niggas going to act like they ’bout that life till you pull up on them, see that it’s not in their heart
This nigga just think he the coolest, a groupie he putting on a act like he shooting a movie
Kicked them with fashion, I’m talking my dab and they thought it was Newton, then you must be stupid
Trick that bitch make her trap for me like Lucy
We got the keys to the street, I gotta use it
Pull up in my mansion, the crib is extended
The bitches, my nigga, I’m feeling like Pookie
Dat Way, dab at the runway
Got me running to the M&M’s, I’m thinking it’s a rat race
Ya main bitch on backpage
I pull up with a ‘Yonce Lemonade
Migos performing up at the Barclays
J’s test the dope, said it was parkay
I been trapping, it’s a long day
We the ones that brought these niggas to the game

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard?
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, it’s time to go splurge

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Dat Way
My bitch is bad and boujee
Calabasas, I was trapping in Coogi
Blue cheese drop a 50 in Gucci
Wipe my red bottoms down like I’m Boosie
Dat Way
We could make a movie like a matinee
In the kitchen with the white like mayonnaise
Pull up on the plug like Dat Way
This for the culture, stay with the bird like a vulture
Play with my niggas, put you on a poster
Dat Way
Maserati matte black, getting head on a good day
When I go get the new Bentley I just wanna flex on my bitch, she a bird
Yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Tunechi

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, It’s time to go splurge

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artist be taking my swag
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artist be taking my swag
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

Charli XCX – After The Afterparty (feat. Lil Yachty) letras

[Intro: Charli XCX]
After the after the party we’re gonna keep it going
We’re gonna rip it up, the neighbours might complain

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
I think it’s almost 4am but baby I’m still feeling just fine
Ice all up in a plastic cup and I’ma keep on sipping all night, yeah
I might a kissed a thousand lips but maybe that’s just all in my mind
Some people never understand the way we live but we’re living life

[Pre-Chorus: Charli XCX]
Uh huh, hey, uh huh, Monday to Sunday, it’s never too late
So everyone say, "We don’t wanna stop!"

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
‘Cause after the afterparty, we’re gonna keep it goin’
We’re gonna rip it up, the neighbours might complain
‘Cause after the afterparty, we’re gonna stay ’til mornin’
Then when the time is up, we’ll do it all again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We’re all in love
We’re all in love

[Verse 2: Charli XCX]
I’m hangin’ on my best friend’s couch and my clothes are all on the floor
I got glitter in my underwear like it was Studio 54, yeah
I can’t remember why I love it, but I need it baby, clap, bring on the encore
Let’s pour another drink, the glasses go *clink*
Yeah, we’re always up for one more

[Pre-Chorus: Charli XCX]
Uh huh, hey, uh huh, Monday to Sunday, it’s never too late
So everyone say, "We don’t wanna stop!"

[Chorus: Charli XCX + Lil Yatchy]
‘Cause after the afterparty, we’re gonna keep it goin’
We’re gonna rip it up, the neighbors might complain
‘Cause after the afterparty, afterparty
We’re gonna stay ’til mornin’, stay ’til mornin’
Then when the time is up, we’ll do it again, oh yeah

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
The party just ended but I’m not done with you
My folks are out of town, we got a crib with a view
Come over, bring a couple friends, I keep mine with me
Shout out to Whitney, she was so wicked
The party was so crazy, the party was so crazy
Tomorrow I’ll be lazy but I’ll spend it with you baby

[Bridge: Charli XCX]
Monday to Sunday doing it our way
RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday
We’re all in, we’re all in love, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
And we do it like ice cream for dinner
Bucket of liqueur, we’re getting sicker
Don’t need Ibiza
We’re all in, we’re all in love, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop
And we do it like
Monday to Sunday doing it our way
RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday
We’re all in, we’re all in love, yeah

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
‘Cause after the afterparty, we’re gonna keep it goin’
We’re gonna rip it up, the neighbours might complain
‘Cause after the afterparty, we’re gonna stay ’til mornin’
Then when the time is up, we’ll do it all again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We’re all in, we’re all in love, yeah

[Outro: Charli XCX]
Monday to Sunday doing it our way
RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday
We’re all in, we’re all in love, yeah

Jose Guapo – Gimmicks (feat. Lil Yachty) letras

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 1: Jose Guapo]
Ferragamo on my garments that’s just how I’m livin’
In these streets it ain’t safe, I’m out here dodgin’ bullets
Nigga prayin’ am I down (?)
I had to pop a perc just to stay alert
I can’t fuck with none of these niggas cause these niggas shiesty
Nigga plottin’ on the (?) gang, we shootin’ ice
Yeah I’m swervin’ in the foreign that without no licences
I’m with Yachty mix that soda like we fuckin’ vikings
We in LA on some shit that we ain’t ever trap
I’m higher than a motherfucka and I ain’t gotta lie
I might put your hoe on molly and she might just cry
Flyer than a motherfucka, never wore a tie

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I don’t fuck with niggas cause these niggas shiesty
I don’t fuck with bitches cause these bitches pricey
If I was you, I’d be just like you, I wouldn’t like me
Stuntin’ soo damn hard make a pussy nigga wanna fight me, whoa
Guapo and Boat, stay heavy float
Keep every bitch on a scope, if he ain’t know, now he know, yeah
I ain’t talkin’ no disrespect from no nigga not a hoe nigga
Some of my niggas might shoot you out shit, that’s how it goes nigga
I stay on my own, meet not a nigga, I keep it alone
These niggas some clones, broke ass nigga keepin’ with the joans
Don’t call my phone, if you ain’t talkin’ money, speak after the tone
Top dog Al Capone, real diamond stones, oooh

[Hook: Jose Guapo]
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
I never cared ’bout no image
All these rappers they gimmicks
All these bitches some bitches
And all these niggas they snitches
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Nigga out here tryna dodge a life sentence
Nigga out here tryna dodge all these bullets
The money the only reason why I’m in it
Ya get it?

Migos – Dat Way Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yo, yeah, Dat Way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don’t sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, it’s time to go splurge
[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
The plug pull up on me anyday
He told me pull up to his mansion alone
And don’t come in with all that gun play

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put the huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Double park, double park, parallel park
Then I pick up that Backwood and spark
So many artist can’t even say where
But they picked up the flow, I don’t know where to start
Shopping cart when I go pick up my narcs
So many animals like Noah’s Arc
Hop on the chart and I pop me a percocet, pour me a fo’ befo’ it even depart
I land in Cali, my plug pull up on me with pints of the Act, I don’t want no Wockhardt
Make your hoe ride along with me
Got unfinished business, got me feeling like Kevin Hart
Back up, that camera pop out when I park
I got that Draco, come out after dark
Niggas going to act like they ’bout that life till you pull up on them, see that it’s not in their heart
This nigga just think he the coolest, a groupie he puttin on a act like he shooting a movie
Kicked them with fashion, I’m talking my dab and they thought it was Newton, then you must be stupid
Trick that bitch make her trap for me like Lucy
We got the keys to the street, I gotta use it
Pull up in my mansion, the crib is extended
The bitches, my nigga, I’m feeling like Pookie
Dat Way, dab at the runway
Got me running to the M&M’s, I’m thinking it’s a rat race
Ya main bitch on backpage
I pull up with a ‘Yonce Lemonade
Migos performing up at the Barclays
J’s test the dope, said it was parkay
I been trapping, it’s a long day
We the ones that brought these niggas to the game

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard?
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, it’s time to go splurge

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Dat Way
My bitch is bad and boujee
Calabasas, I was trapping in Coogi
Blue cheese drop a 50 in Gucci
Wipe my red bottoms down like I’m Boosie
Dat Way
We could make a movie like a matinee
In the kitchen with the white like mayonnaise
Pull up on the plug like Dat Way
This for the culture, stay with the bird like a vulture
Play with my niggas, put you on a poster
Dat Way
Maserati matte black, getting head on a good day
When I go get the new Bentley I just wanna flex on my bitch, she a bird
Yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Tunechi

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, It’s time to go splurge

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artist be taking my swag
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artist be taking my swag
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

Migos x Rich the Kid – Dat Way

[Intro: Quavo]
Yo, yeah, Dat Way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don’t sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, it’s time to go splurge
[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
The plug pull up on me anyday
He told me pull up to his mansion alone
And don’t come in with all that gun play

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put the huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Double park, double park, parallel park
Then I pick up that Backwood and spark
So many artist can’t even say where
But they picked up the flow, I don’t know where to start
Shopping cart when I go pick up my narcs
So many animals like Noah’s Arc
Hop on the chart and I pop me a percocet, pour me a fo’ befo’ it even depart
I land in Cali, my plug pull up on me with pints of the Act, I don’t want no Wockhardt
Make your hoe ride along with me
Got unfinished business, got me feeling like Kevin Hart
Back up, that camera pop out when I park
I got that Draco, come out after dark
Niggas going to act like they ’bout that life till you pull up on them, see that it’s not in their heart
This nigga just think he the coolest, a groupie he puttin on a act like he shooting a movie
Kicked them with fashion, I’m talking my dab and they thought it was Newton, then you must be stupid
Trick that bitch make her trap for me like Lucy
We got the keys to the street, I gotta use it
Pull up in my mansion, the crib is extended
The bitches, my nigga, I’m feeling like Pookie
Dat Way, dab at the runway
Got me running to the M&M’s, I’m thinking it’s a rat race
Ya main bitch on backpage
I pull up with a ‘Yonce Lemonade
Migos performing up at the Barclays
J’s test the dope, said it was parkay
I been trapping, it’s a long day
We the ones that brought these niggas to the game

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard?
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, it’s time to go splurge

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artists be taking my swag
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Dat Way
My bitch is bad and boujee
Calabasas, I was trapping in Coogi
Blue cheese drop a 50 in Gucci
Wipe my red bottoms down like I’m Boosie
Dat Way
We could make a movie like a matinee
In the kitchen with the white like mayonnaise
Pull up on the plug like Dat Way
This for the culture, stay with the bird like a vulture
Play with my niggas, put you on a poster
Dat Way
Maserati matte black, getting head on a good day
When I go get the new Bentley I just wanna flex on my bitch, she a bird
Yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Tunechi

[Pre-Hook: Quavo]
Your artists be taking my swag
I wonder If I can come take some of yours
When I go get a new Bentley I just want to double park it on the curb
We got the key to the city
You niggas ain’t heard, you niggas ain’t heard
Lil Yachty brought back us some milli’s
It’s time to go splurge, It’s time to go splurge

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artist be taking my swag
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Bridge: Quavo]
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours

[Hook: Quavo]
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Pick up the phone and call Kanye
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Told him put The Huncho on the runway
Uh, yeah, Dat Way
Your artist be taking my swag
Your artist be taking my swag
I wonder if I could come take some of yours