AJ Tracey – Alakazam (feat. JME & Denzel Curry)

[Intro: Jme & Lancey Foux]
Serious
Alakazam, use your psychic attack
It sounds like Nyge

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
I’m a rockstar like Sting and Slash
Now peng tings wanna call man back
I’m a rockstar like Jeff or Matt
Call my young thug, watch man get slatt
Boy Better Know CEO on the track
Curry in the ends, that’s right, he’s back
Can’t push me ’cause you’ll get pushed back
Easter egg, the black MAC go crack
Catch man in traff, don’t lack
Dee in white and Raf in black
Pantomine, man act, get clapped
I’m from West so that’s tracksuits black
MTP or zone ten, that’s gang
Hopped the fence and dem boy there ran
Can’t stand the heat? Then don’t touch that pan
Free up S ’cause he lives in can
Still cotch with them
Ult like Denzel, been to Washington
Box on Renzel, think you’re boxing ’em?
Used to have Glocks and socks with rocks in ’em
Now the world is different
Same old Tracey but my girl is different
Didn’t rate me till I made her listen
She was boring till I made her glisten

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing

[Verse 2: Jme]
I’m blessed, ask about me, research
Hear good things but know
They won’t be around no more if they cuss bad words
It’s all Rowntree till you get burst
And if you doubt me, jump feet-first
People around me will tell you
Jme’s mentality is one with the Earth
One life, you don’t wanna lose it, no
Once I hit ’em with the stupid flow
"Man Don’t Care" already, you should know
Fam, don’t let me dig a two-foot hole
It’s not that deep, it’s not rocket science
I’m here just tryna have a good time
Hurt one of mine? Fuck that
Man’s at the door next day like Amazon Prime; free delivery
I’ll murder the beat till you’re sick of me
Straight bars, no need for the trickery
Man will smoke that beef like Hickory
Yo, AJ, pass the auxillary
And the iPhone adapter
Give man chills like the fear factor
AJ, DC
Worldwide music, it’s a new chapter

[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
Have the game in a headlock
If I see the cop that killed my brother
Believe he’ll die from the headshots
Beam on the Glock in my Hancock
Hedgehog when I get away
When I’m looking for a prey, better pray like a nun
With a cup full of rum, when the rum is red
Tote a gun instead, dollar bill in ten
When you meet death, reapers are grim
Fucking with me? Send the Reaper to him
Pull out the stick on a pussy ass nigga
They tell me I look like a people to him
Under my brim, abandon the so black
Probably black as my gat, facts
Switch up the style and relax, tax
Act like a hoe, get the MAC wax
Like tack tack
Hit ’em in the back, now that’s that
Gat to the face, that’s Snapchat
Now you a bitch like cat stacks, damn
I don’t talk no shit
‘Cause I got too much honour
Nine-millimetre go bang
And this piercing armour

Kodak Black – I Get The Bag Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Nah dawg, it’s lil Kodak nigga what you thought
I got snakes on my Gucci, but not in my yard
I got that bag got that guwop, bought a icy watch
Shoutout to Convertible Burt
Florida boy, Florida boy, Florida shit
I turned my 4 door to a vert
Can y’all please let me roll in peace, I’m smoking purp
My nigga said if he go to prison, he get the jury gone
All you rappers really be nervous with some jewelry on
Don’t be remixing my shit, that wasn’t X’s song
Don’t remix my shit, that’s a nigga track
When I remix, I re-rock your shit like whipping crack
I drop a seven in a pot, and stretched me ten back
I just pulled a bag out a Cartier box
Pulled up to the dumpster, threw away some bank cards
Road running duffling
Yea I got that laundry
Rolling on a monkey
My car look like a pumpkin
In and out of juvenile, every day we rumbling
Bunky trynna sleep, I singing rest in peace [?]
My bitch she got on MAC
Keep her face done
I’m sliding with the MAC
I got to stay with one
Don’t remix my shit
Don’t remix my shit, you can’t ride the beat like me
All you niggas ain’t shit, you niggas ain’t in these streets
How you older than me, you trynna to be like me
I got that bag
I got that bag lil nigga, I got that bag
Garbage bag, Breitling bag, whatever bag yuh
Garbage bag, body bag, whatever bag get that shit

Smokepurpp – JUMP Lyrics

[Intro]
Ouu, ouu
Lil Purrp (yeah)
Bih, bih, bih bih bih

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Luol Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (wooh, wooh, wooh)

[Verse]
Pockets they on jump (jump)
Cookie got me stuck (stuck)
Fuck that bih one time and now she say that she in love (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Give me face (Lil Purrp)
In New York I caught a case
Did the race (Lil Purpp, skrt skrt)
Got a warrant out of state (yeah, ouu)
I don’t wanna squabble, got this MAC here (huh, brr)
Don’t fuck with no one in the club, I’m throwin’ racks here (bih)
Try to play me on some work then you gon’ die here (brr, huh)
Told that libby yellow hoe, “Come bring that ass here” (ouu)

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh, jump, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (ouu, ouu, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng

smokepurpp – Jump

[Intro]
Ouu, ouu
Lil Purrp (yeah)
Bih, bih, bih bih bih

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Luol Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (wooh, wooh, wooh)

[Verse]
Pockets they on jump (jump)
Cookie got me stuck (stuck)
Fuck that bih one time and now she say that she in love (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Give me face (Lil Purrp)
In New York I caught a case
Did the race (Lil Purpp, skrt skrt)
Got a warrant out of state (yeah, ouu)
I don’t wanna squabble, got this MAC here (huh, brr)
Don’t fuck with no one in the club, I’m throwin’ racks here (bih)
Try to play me on some work then you gon’ die here (brr, huh)
Told that libby yellow hoe, "Come bring that ass here" (ouu)

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh, jump, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (ouu, ouu, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng

GoldLink – Crew (feat. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth
And a slick ass flow
Catch-a-bullet-’round-me-nigga and a player when
I’m comin’ for the kitty, I’m a fool, goddamn
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now
Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
And it wasn’t for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time, what a year
We are what them young boys fear
I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies
You can tell that from our pulse right now
Bet you wanna fuck me now
Bet you wanna love me down
Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said
But know I’m down
Trigger nigga show me something
Shake it like you owe me something
Pushin’ on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you bustin’
Still gettin’ rowdy in the function
Bitches on my dick like it’s nothing
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin’, jumpin’, bumpin’, jumpin’, yeah

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
Got the beast in Southeast, thousands clappin’ to this beat
She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I’m a savage
In traffic with MAC 11’s
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I’m her daddy
Does she know a nigga ain’t average?
Ain’t nothing wrong with fake asses
Bitch, turn around let’s make magic
I’m geekin’, uh huh I’m on it
Don’t look at me like you want it
Tell ’em that we ain’t stuntin’
In fourth down we ain’t puntin’ it
King of District of Columbia
Can’t come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

FUTURE – 200 lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

Krept & Konan – Ask Flipz (feat. Stormzy)

[Intro: Konan]
Killer!

[Verse 1: Konan]
Dickheads, losers
You’re only bad on computers
Keep talking about shooters
But you’re lying like Lucious (Lying)
I used to run man down in my Nikes
Now I just do it in my Pumas (Run man down)
Can’t give me no backchat, I tell them shut up like Lucas (Shut up)
Free up my bros in the cell
When I give stamps, I open the mail
If I get the west in, I’m not phoning the girl
Had your WCW holding my belt (Behave)
Can’t talk bait on a hot phone (Na)
Fur’s on like it’s Moscow (Yeah)
I met the weed plug in Sweden
Like I’ve gotta try bring the stock home
I was on the road when Ghetts made Sing For Me (Sing for me)
I can make your girlfriend sing for me (Sing for me)
See the car dash like Kimberley (Skrr)
In the trap house eating Indomie
I think they got it in for me
But we don’t take checks in Heath (Never)
We buy out the bar, Charms rest in peace (Ameen)

[Hook: Stormzy]
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much (Boy)
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up (Yeah)
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cuz’ (Who?)
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Don’t even tark too much (Boy)
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah, oh yeah)
Don’t even tark too much

[Verse 2: Krept]
My name’s Krept, my name’s Tally
I like skets, I like fanny
Not my brudda, stop calling me Akhi
I eat Plantain, you eat batty uh
Don’t put in work, you’re a fool; nerd
Sixteen, murdered you all; hearsed
Big black Merc that I bought; skr
Got your bird on my balls; Spurs (finish him!)
Fam what’s good?
I can’t do it but the mandem could
Bang that Bubu, ban that Buju
I use God, them man use JuJu
Redrum, fam, honour me
Man used to save for their wallabees
Now I’m in business class talking about the economy
Let’s make it fair
Do the truth, don’t take it there
Punch you out your accessories
Lemme just make that clear
Hater, rap scene saviour
You wanna take shots like Barca
But don’t wanna say my name ah

[Hook: Stormzy]
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cuz’ (Who?)
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah)
Don’t even tark too much

[Verse 3: Stormzy]
Okay, flow’s over sick and contagious
Not underground, I’m not famous
Don’t run your mouth around strangers
Chatty mout’, you’re too dangerous
Little chatty mout’, you’re too loud
It’s like chatty mout’s the new style
Them man are doing shows for two thou’
Kon’ stop laughing man, you’re too foul
Anyway I hit the curb and do street
Scrap the Merc and do Jeeps
Can’t hold the phone, you’re too weak
Plus I went gold in two weeks (Behave)
Plus I go hard on my ones
I am nobody’s son (No)
Done things that nobody’s done
Come off my name, it’s over, I won
Aight lickle man, check this sket
Your chain jacked and you called us
Feds in my crib, tryna leave a man doorless
Paid for my door and they paid for my time
‘Cause the feds don’t wanna see another black August
Sorted, bought new floors but I’m flawless
Ring ring, trap sell packs on the corners
Told you niggas that Flipz don’t tark
But I flipped it again, let me tell them on the chorus (Boy)

[Hook: Stormzy]
Bro came with the MAC, he don’t eat fast food much
Save all the chat, don’t get your dog moved up
Them man talk shit, nobody asked you cous’ (Who?)
Ask Flipz, don’t even tark too much (Behave)
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much
Don’t even tark too much (Yeah)
Don’t even tark too much

Future – 200 lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

Q Money – Neva Had Shit

[Verse 1]
Locked in the Six ho
I done put your daddy on
Dolce Gabana my cologne
How I’m smellin’ like I’m grown
Your money short like Frodo
My money tall like Eiffell
Tower, blowin’ on sour for about an hour
Niggas be cowards, dope like flour
Told her ten minutes then that mean an hour
In the club poppin’ bottles, it’s a champagne shower
Niggas can’t check me, these niggas be frauds
Now money keep pilin’ but a nigga got to count it
Once again I love Ben Frank
That nigga keep me smiling
Might just take a trip to an island

[Chorus]
I’m geeked off in this bitch, I’m geeked off in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, boy why you arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit
I’m turnt up in this bitch, I’m turnt up in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, why you so arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit

[Verse 2]
I remember days I was broke, it was tragic
Hustlers actin’ funny like a nigga never had it
Niggas ain’t wanna kick it with me just ’cause I ain’t have shit
That’s okay, I’m back bitch, and I brought that MAC bitch
Fuck what another nigga got, I want my own shit
I ain’t take no loan bitch, I got this on my own bitch
Gone off that ‘Tron bitch, and I’m in my zone bitch
Show me my opponent, they can get it if they want it

[Chorus]
I’m geeked off in this bitch, I’m geeked off in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, boy why you arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit
I’m turnt up in this bitch, I’m turnt up in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, why you so arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit

21 Savage – Nothing New

They thought I only rapped about murder and pistols
I’m tryna feed my family, I ain’t being political
You ain’t givin’ out money then they look at you pitiful
You make a couple million, niggas greedy, they envy you
Ayy, fuck that other side, we gon’ shoot up your Sprinter
I used to sell that crack and spray that MAC out that rental
Niggas run and hide when we roll down the window
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he can’t wait ’til December
Got a extendo and a hoodie, he gon’ shoot you on camera
Lost his faith in Jesus Christ, he prayin’ to a bandana
Police gunned his brother down, this shit too hard to handle
Loading up his chopper, he gon’ show ’em Black Lives Matter
Another nigga made the news, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done dropped outta school, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done got his first tool, it ain’t nothin’ new
Mama on that dog food, it ain’t nothin’ new
He smokin’ weed and he changin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
All his friends gang bangin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too
Shit gettin’ outrageous
Treat us like slaves then they lock us up in cages
Young, black, poor, ain’t had a father since a baby
Why you think we skip school and hang out on the pavement?
Why you think we ridin’ ’round with choppers off safety?
Streets cutthroat, nigga, so I’m cutthroat
I used to sell dope, nigga, now I can’t vote
Poppin’ Percocets to kill the pain, I can’t cope
Anger in my genes, they used to hang us up with ropes
Civil rights came so they flood the hood with coke
Breakin’ down my people, tryna kill our faith and hope
They killed Martin Luther King and all he did was spoke
Welcome to the hood, yeah where niggas dyin’ at
Same place where the best chicken gettin’ fried at
Same place where the police killin’, tellin’ lies at
It ain’t just the babies, man, I swear the mama’s cryin’ now
Another nigga made the news, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done dropped outta school, it ain’t nothin’ new
He done got his first tool, it ain’t nothin’ new
Mama on that dog food, it ain’t nothin’ new
He smokin’ weed and he changin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
All his friends gang bangin’, it ain’t nothin’ new
Got a pocket full of hundreds and they all blue
Another nigga from the hood tryna ball too

Attention – Kevin Gates lyrics

Lyrics Kevin Gates – Attention

Walk without an entourage in which I won’t discuss
Killers in New York in the clink, they know enough
My celly spit in the sink, one blink, I’m sheddin’ blood
If we was in the street, one squeeze would wet him up
Acceptin’ no disrespect, wait, who am I to budge?
Quarter million dollar mouth, who am I? The plug?
Nothin’ that can save you, your life is now above
I wouldn’t even give a f**k if you and I were blood
No one lent their helpin’ hand, got it out the mud
Rappers in the industry see me and give me hugs
Then they gossip with their partners in private, I’ve seen it done
Fat boy you a b***h, you know how I come
MAC 11 rangin’, slangin’, cuddles with the drum
Keep my name out your fuckin’ mouth, endin’ off your tongue
Double 0, 17, my BGs sellin’ drugs
Drought ’round Hollygrove, key need me to flood.(attention)

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways

King Leonidas at his finest, no witness so who assaulted you?
Talk to God, go to war, think, consult with the oracle
Kevin Gates’ face front page in the article
Lawyer paid, dismissed the whole case, they’ll slaughter you
Run and I observe, ain’t no sense in bein’ audible
Quarterback call the audibles, switch the play on the blitz
Harlem at the Rucker, dick suckers watchin’ the kid
Rust color Timbs with a gun up under my gear
Thump through the slums and slump me somethin’ forreal
Cut off one of your fingers and puncture one of your ribs
Youngin’ really thuggin’, guerilla hustlin’ for real
Body tatted, DJ Drama, that gangsta sh*t in my grill
Lay loose with a Llama or stank a b***h if he squeal
Set outside the store that my gangsta b***h just went in
At the pharmacy poppin’ ‘scripts, my prescriptions is gettin’ filled
I love her, took her name and encrypted it in my ear.

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough versuri-lyrics.info
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
I ain’t sh*t, shaved or bathed in like six days.

Appreciate the help that’s been comin’ on nothin’ will I depend
When asked about the pen, if I’m goin’ back that depends
Faucet water brought me to places to say I ventured
Older I can cope with soda, pull off in the grey Avenger
I want her, she pushin’ kids in the stroller, who? For her sister
The purchase skirts with some purses but couldn’t flirt with her friendship
Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop
Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin’
.. clip rich then snitch, tellin’ the business
I see this every day, deceit, failure to mention
Ten toes deep, want my money on fleek
Section 8 voucher and public housin’, we livin’
Mama callin’ Meals on Wheels, they won’t deliver
Came up quick in the trenches when we was little
Call a pizza man and rob him when they deliver
I should write a book entitled, I Promise I Really Did It.

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
I ain’t sh*t, shaved or bathed in like six daysss.
Kevin Gates lyrics
Video Kevin Gates

Chris Rivers – DASAFAC

[Intro]
I’ve been debilitated
Since I was a kid, all you niggas hated
Well, look at me now
Picked up the crown and then put it back down
I never needed it

[Hook]
Don’t ever [?], dasafac
No postin’ it up, being [?], dasafac
I always did the most, dasafac
They called it a miracle, dasafac
Some niggas be flippin’ like acrobats
Baby, don’t trip, where your passion at?
I want to see me win back to back
Like, dasafac, dasafac, dasafac, ayy

Don’t ever [?], dasafac
No postin’ it up, being [?], dasafac
I always did the most, dasafac
They called it a miracle, dasafac
Some niggas be flippin’ like acrobats
Baby, don’t trip, where your passion at?
I want to see me win back to back
Like, dasafac, dasafac, dasafac, ayy

[Verse 1]
Made it and I did it with my Gs up
Social when a nigga get the cheese up
Did the most existentials for the Lisa
Flippin’ big birds in the streets, that was the ostrich
Never seen Batman, but Robbin was all in our conscious
Fuck all the capes, went from playin’ [???]
They’re diggin’ up crates, I’m blowin’ that smoke in your face
You better bring some weed if you smokin’ though
You better bring your wings if you floatin’ though
You better squeeze them cheeks if you hoein’, hoe
You going to see me increase like I’m over [?]
I’ma be spittin’ that dope till they overdose
Ride-or-die’s rollin’ with me like a rodeo
Picture me winnin’, I’m buildin’ portfolios
Dark, but I’m makin’ that cream like an Oreo

[Hook]
Don’t ever [?], dasafac
No postin’ it up, being [?], dasafac
I always did the most, dasafac
They called it a miracle, dasafac
Some niggas be flippin’ like acrobats
Baby, don’t trip, where your passion at?
I want to see me win back to back
Like, dasafac, dasafac, dasafac, ayy

Don’t ever [?], dasafac
No postin’ it up, being [?], dasafac
I always did the most, dasafac
They called it a miracle, dasafac
Some niggas be flippin’ like acrobats
Baby, don’t trip, where your passion at?
I want to see me win back to back
Like, dasafac, dasafac, dasafac, ayy

[Verse 2]
Packin’ the MAC in back of the [?]
If you attack, there’s a plan for that
How you gon’ slack? There’s an app for that
Fuck, what you lack, there’s a nigga with half of that
Seein’ your spot and he’s after that
Bitch, where your passion at? I’m always askin’ that
Can’t have a [?] work ethic when only your dreams be the Cadillacs
Bitch, I’m the man, stop bein’ a kid, get your Cabbage Patch
If I ain’t rollin’, I’m scrollin’
If I ain’t runnin’, I’m walkin’
If I ain’t walkin’, I’m crawlin’
If I ain’t crawlin’, I’m flyin’
If I ain’t livin’, I’m dyin’, nigga
Never back down, you doubt to pull up and try, nigga
[?] a nigga with the sling and the stones, I’m a king with these poems
Just want the bling and the hoes
Honest, still feel like I’m woke, some haters still think it’s a joke
I just want millis on millis
I just want momma to know that I’m winnin’
I just want haters to know it’s my city
You feel me? You feel me
You don’t? Then you don’t, don’t mean shit to me, really
I’ll be that nigga [?] Heffe, got your bitch callin’ me, "Sensei"
‘Cause we kickin’ it like a [?]
Stay ahead of y’all, bitch, I’ve been ready ’cause

[Hook]
Don’t ever [?], dasafac
No postin’ it up, being [?], dasafac
I always did the most, dasafac
They called it a miracle, dasafac
Some niggas be flippin’ like acrobats
Baby, don’t trip, where your passion at?
I want to see me win back to back
Like, dasafac, dasafac, dasafac, ayy

Don’t ever [?], dasafac
No postin’ it up, being [?], dasafac
I always did the most, dasafac
They called it a miracle, dasafac
Some niggas be flippin’ like acrobats
Baby, don’t trip, where your passion at?
I want to see me win back to back
Like, dasafac, dasafac, dasafac, ayy

Yns – Yg feat. Blac Youngsta & Yfn Lucci lyrics

Lyrics Yg – YNS

Nigga, we don’t give no f*ck
Uh, nigga
Nigga, we gon’ come through with that hundred round, hoe
And, nigga, your baby gon’ be whining
That’s yours, nigga
Yeah, I don’t give no f*ck, nigga
Gangster s**t
One, one, one, huhhh.(yns)

Shoot up the spot
Run from the cop
F*ck on a thot
Go rob the spot
Go buy a watch
Young nigga s**t, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid)
Buy a drop versuri-lyrics.info
Whippin’ the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock
I hope my ex get hit by a car
F*ck that b***h, yeah
I’ma burn your cap and f*ck your friend, hoe
I don’t really smile, I just grin, hoe
Touch you toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll.

Ouuuu, what’s up with that neck, hoe?
Ouuuu, suck it ’till she got that strep throat
Ouuuu, what’s up with that check, hoe?
I got it, main reason why I flex, hoe
I’m with it all, always involved, pistol by my draws
Hood nigga, in love, pistol with my broad
Shake my head, I mean that nigga trip my car alarm
Off that Patron, I be feelin’ like, “F*ck all y’all!”
Told that b***h don’t trust me
Told that b***h don’t love me
Told that b***h I’m ratchet
Told that b***h just f*ck me
These popos and these rap niggas f*ck with gangbangers and trap niggas
I don’t shake hands, I don’t dap niggas
I just hold this MAC, nigga.

Shoot up the spot
Run from the cop
F*ck on a thot
Go rob the spot
Go buy a watch
Young nigga s**t, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid)
Buy a drop
Whippin’ the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock
I hope my ex get hit by a car
F*ck that b***h, yeah
I’ma burn your cap and f*ck your friend, hoe
I don’t really smile, I just grin, hoe
Touch you toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll.

Go cath a body, lil’ nigga, go hit a lick
How the f*ck you poppin’ and ain’t never pop s**t?
Either or, we ain’t rockin’ with it
Get your noggin split
Have your s**t lookin’ like a whip with no top on it
Hopped right out on it
Watch me take your hoe, nigga, it’s a robbery
Niggas sounding like me, why the f*ck they mocking me?
And I’ve been chasing dough and I can’t let them follow me
And if they go, we gon’.

Shoot up the spot
Run from the cop
F*ck on a thot
Go rob the spot
Go buy a watch
Young nigga s**t, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid)
Buy a drop
Whippin’ the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock
I hope my ex get hit by a car
F*ck that b***h, yeah
I’ma burn your cap and f*ck your friend, hoe
I don’t really smile, I just grin, hoe
Touch you toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta roll (F*ck nigga!).

You scared, I’ma bust your a*s
I make my haters mad
They wish I was dead
Run in the house, run in the house, run in the house
Run up your bands, yeah
Go put a scam, yeah
.40 hangin’ out my pants, yeahhhh.

Shoot up the spot
Run from the cop
F*ck on a thot
Go rob the spot
Go buy a watch
Young nigga s**t, we all we got, yeah (4Hunnid)
Buy a drop
Whippin’ the rock, stash the dope, white in my sock
I hope my ex get hit by a car
F*ck that b***h, yeah
I’ma burn your cap and f*ck your friend, hoe
I don’t really smile, I just grin, hoe
Touch you toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your throat, or you gotta rolll.(yns)
Yg lyrics
Video Yg

2Pac – Fuckin With The Wrong Nigga (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)

Niggas.. fuckin’ with the wrong nigga

[Verse 1]
My seductive introduction be specific
Still elusive, but exclusive’s what I give you when I kick it
And I’m still lifted; niggas can’t get with Mr. Wicked
Picture me flippin’ my adversaries, gettin’ the dick swiftly
Niggas is swingin’ wild, but they styles miss me
You can bring that bitch, but your whole click will still get treated shitty
Business never personal
I’m up before the sun come up, I’m tired
Just a ghetto star, a drop top double-R is what I’m ridin’
Nigga, if you was half the man your bitch was
Bring yo’ artillery when you come for me, ‘cause we sick thugs
No hesitation when I pull and blast, ‘cause Syke was bustin’
Plus, Bo had ’em duckin’, screamin’, "Get they cash!"
So now I got the law on me
My phone’s tapped So I had to send word through my lil’ homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you get, for fuckin’ with the wrong nigga

[Hook]
This is what you get
When you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Hehehehe, yeah, nigga, peep it

[Verse 2]
Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray and thank the Lord
For givin’ me another fruitful day
I wanna be a peaceful, man, but still when niggas come for me
All I can see is gettin’ ’em killed
For real, it’s how I feel
Reflect my thoughts, flowin’ on these reels
Make my enemies deal with my steel; they caps peeled
We still cool, but you played yourself
Give him the MAC and make him spray hisself, heyyy
Fallin’ legends clutchin’ chrome three-five-seven
Puttin’ two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in Heaven
Why call in shots? Nobody really as clear as me
Ain’t tryin’ to help the feds get a case for conspiracy
Murder, my foes get disposed of
We all homies to the death, so my true niggas show me love
God, forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure
But why they fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
You know?

[Hook]
It’s like.., why you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga?

[Verse 3]
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my mathematics skills from real drug dealers
Tried to rise, but they tried me
I guess they all had to die, ‘cause we tried peace
I die in these streets
Blast ’til they recognize
Still do or die, all my niggas gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly
Best strategize on the way to profit
Best organize how you ride, so they can’t stop it
Then keep it poppin’, lot of busters wanna see me fall
I fucked your bitch, and now this new shit, gon’, fade ’em all
My niggas ball, made a call for some back-up
For lil’ homies and my dogs in the black truck
"Buck buck" was the sound as they gats burst
No need for ambulance, baby, bring the black hearse
Should’ve never fucked around, buster
How you figure makin’ moves on the wrong nigga

[Hook]
It’s what it sounds like, ding ding ding..
When you fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Niggas gettin’ hit, when they fuckin’ with the wrong nigga
Fuckin’ with the wrong nigga

Mango Foo – Levels

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella

[Verse]
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
I got chains on me, no slave
Big rocks in the bezel
Young nigga get on my level
Scrape the pot for the extras
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
Get my codeine from the medical
I would never put a bitch on a pedestal
These bitches be feelin’ me
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
All of my niggas is riders
We locked in, can’t divide us
These bitches lost tryna find us
Spread the money like a sinus
Bando he trappin’ in the back
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
I keep the Glock in the front seat
Fuck 12 so I’m serving on front street
All of these niggas is lunch meat
How you go big on big?
Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Old rappers need to give it up
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
We know your bag ain’t big enough
You niggas’ face card outdated
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it
I got the streets behind me
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
I got some real diamonds on me
I really came from the concrete

[Chorus]
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
Bitches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella

Levels – Mango Foo lyrics

Lyrics Mango Foo – Levels

It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
b*tches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachella.

I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
I been getttin’ money, I’m paid
I got chains on me, no slave
Big rocks in the bezel
Versuri-lyrics.info
Young nigga get on my level
Scrape the pot for the extras
Trap laboratory, no Dexter
Do a drive-by in a Tesla
Ballin’ like I’m Clyde Drexler
Get my codeine from the medical
I would never put a b*tch on a pedestal
These b*tches be feelin’ me
You can’t imagine what I’m finna be
You can’t imagine what I’m finna do
I’m blowing up like an inner tube
All of my niggas is riders
We locked in, can’t divide us
These b*tches lost tryna find us
Spread the money like a sinus
Bando he trappin’ in the back
Dealin’ hand in hand, no pitty pat
If we run off on you, you can’t get it back
We might run up on you with the mini MAC
She put the dope in her kitty-cat
I keep the Glock in the front seat
f*ck 12 so I’m serving on front street
All of these niggas is lunch meat
How you go big on big?
Meek Mill, I done leveled up
Old rappers need to give it up
No Milwaukee, I got plenty bucks
We know your bag ain’t big enough
You niggas’ face card outdated
Still rappin’ but you ain’t made it
Havin’ debt but you ain’t paid it
I got the streets behind me
All of my niggas is gon’ eat
I got some real diamonds on me
I really came from the concrete.

It’s levels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
Gold chains, heavy metal
b*tches dig me like a shovel
I never been to Coachella
But my trap look like a rave
And my neck look like a slave
I been gettin’ money, I’m straight
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
Bigger watch, bigger bezel
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
It’s leveeels when you gettin’ cheddar
I never been to Coachellaaa.
Mango Foo lyrics
Video Mango Foo

Dae Dae – New Wave

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

Liife – Desiigner feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Desiigner – Liife

Let me tell you how it is
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.(liife)

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, f**k the police
Heard Trump in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, (grrrrrah) he drownin’
Bounce b***h, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk s**t or freestyle
F**k them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
Pop off these diamonds
Make a DJ get down with it.

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets (it’s Gucci)
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time and I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But f**k ’em all versuri-lyrics.info
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ s**t (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (f**k ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (haaan)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it
(It’s Gucci!)

I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick
I’m on some real life, s**t life, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pick.

Funny,
Desiigner
All the finest
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
Ayyyy, huhhh.

I’m on some real life, s**t liife, real life s**t
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past rich
Throws a lot of money put some bread on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just want a draft pickkk.
Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner

DESIIGNER – Liife lyrics

Taz countin’ all this fuckin’ money
CashMoneyAP
Git, git, grrrrrah
Git, git, grrrrrah
Desiigner

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try pick

Told me stay away from the bullshit
Stay focused, here the rhymin’
Shout to Big Blood, fuck the police
Heard Truck in the county
I seen niggas Feds
When I pulled up, yeah and he’s frownin’
Yeah niggas get bounties here
Hit the ocean, ( grrrrrah)he drownin’
Bounce bitch, beat bouncin’
Hashtag, click, pound
Niggas talk shit or freestyle
Fuck them, everybody stylin’
Hot 97 turn to 9/11
When the MAC 11, streets rhymin’
[?]
[?]
[?]

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

It’s Gucci
I’m on some real life
Real ice, this my real wife
I did real time when I lost my mind twice
On the interstate, gamblin’ like I’m shootin’ dice
I’ll drive the whole night just to get that low price (skrrt)
Everybody rootin’ for the underdog
But when you on the top, they wanna see you fall (fall)
But fuck ’em all
I put my back against the wall (wall)
They hate to see you ball
They wanna see a nigga crawl (fall)
Shout out to Desiigner, he be killin’ shit (Desiigner)
You gotta be a hater you not feelin’ it (fuck ’em)
G.O.O.D. Music but we make that hood music (haaan)
And we ain’t gotta brag ’cause we used to it (Gucci!)

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick
I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past it
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

Funny, Desiigner
All the [?]
Fill up the shooters
Man this boy gettin’ money
I’m in love with the money
[?]
Ayy, huh

I’m on some real life shit, life, real life shit
Never satisfied when you’re goin’ past [?]
Throws a lot of money put some grand on caskets
They don’t wan’ see you ball they just wanna try to pick

Dae Dae – New Wave Lyrics

[Intro]
Boy they already know what it is when I talk this shit here
Dae Dae let’s go and give it to ’em boy
Let’s go’n get ’em out the way, it’s a new wave nigga

[Verse 1]
Neck piece too lit, this bitch too lit
AP two bricks, bad bitch too thick
Fashion, oohwee, backend, oohwee
Kardashian, two piece, MAC or that Uzi
Trappin’ by pool creek, action when it’s ’bout me
They say you not the man in the streets
I’m flashy, now you got with the key
I crashed it, now I’m in that new straight A Jeep
It’s happenin’, they finally freed my fuckin’ brother D
Don’t panic, man time to turn up on them beats
I’m dangerous, oh you actin’ hard? nigga please
Gang with me, and we in the club one hundred deep nigga

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 2]
Atlanta new wave, I got Bluray, woo
Still in the burbs, bitch I’m too paid
The Forgis make me swerve when I’m cruisin’
I know I make ’em nervous how I do this shit nigga
Pop the donk on Irving, leave the keys in the ignition
And I’m shooting like Curry nigga, try me I’ma swish it
My big chain nervous, I got racks and I got glizzy
In that blue excursion, I’m in traffic sitting on inches
I might go to Follies, go to Flame and throw a twenty
I might take her shopping buy her that but ain’t no feeling
She still go to college but her daddy don’t be tripping
And I’m with my partners, time to turn up with my niggas

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

[Verse 3]
It’s the new wave, I got blue rays
Might pull out the garage in the new Wraith
Fuck ’em if they hatin’, bitch I’m too paid
I’m clutchin’ ’cause they hatin’ but it’s cool, hate
My bitch too lit, your bitch my bitch
Big rim, big crib, four-fifth, right here
I won’t let you try me ever ever again
This lil bitch want molly, she want percs and shit (molly percocets)
You know it ain’t no problem, we gon’ work the shit
Order up them bottles, Dae Dae got this bitch lit
And we want them hoes that bring all her friends
We got this bitch loaded, go’n and turn up, yeah

[Chorus]
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave
This bitch too lit, thug bitch, Ruth Chris
Dark bitch, dark shades, dark pay, okay
Red bitch, Charday, red bottoms, two K
Yachtmaster forty K, Atlanta new wave

Doe Boy – 956 Nights (feat. DJ Esco)

[Intro: Doe Boy]
If Esco don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
You know how we rockin’ for young Future man

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers start boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Verse: Doe Boy]
This ain’t gangsta rap, I’m just bringing hood back
Let a savage in the game, I make ’em feel like Suge back
All my niggas shoot straps, sell dog and cook crack
He a pussy with some money so you know we took that
9-1-1, the streets need me
The streets love Beezy ’cause the streets believe me
Bitch my hoe card don’t exist
Cross and you gon’ meet the stick
Bitch we riding like a Lyft
Wit guns we can barely lift
Bitch I’m flexin’, I’m cappin’, you lackin’, I’m jackin’
I pull out this cannon, demanding, not asking
You rappin’, not trapping, I’m savage, you acting
You taxing, they snatching, they pull up, get active
Why these pussies tryna beef, I’m not even in they reach
Got some youngins tryna eat, I’ll feed you to the streets
Oh these niggas think it’s sweet? where you at, I’m tryna link
Got that draco on the seat, make ’em JuJu on that beat
Hopped in da Audi, shooting then I’m outty
Niggas at my neck but I got all these goons around me
Broke niggas bore me, you can fight this .40
Magazine clip, I’ll let it tell a story
Ridin’ through the trenches but we pulling up in Porsches
Shooter on the streets but go to jail and get extorted
That’s why I don’t need the MAC
This the truth, it ain’t a rap
Last nigga ran up on me on the Fam, he took a nap
He ain’t really ’bout that life that pussy boy just talk that
Fifty thousand ’round my neck, I swear yo life don’t cost that
I can’t pay that boy attention ’cause he ain’t no boss yet
I got niggas that catch bodies they just ain’t get caught yet
Hold on

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers goin’ boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Streets need me nigga
Gang gang
Doe!

GoldLink – Crew (feat. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy)

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth
And a slick ass flow
Catch-a-bullet-’round-me-nigga and a player when
I’m comin’ for the kitty, I’m a fool, goddamn
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now
Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
And it wasn’t for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time, what a year
We are what them young boys fear
I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies
You can tell that from our pulse right now
Bet you wanna fuck me now
Bet you wanna love me down
Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said
But know I’m down
Trigger nigga show me something
Shake it like you owe me something
Pushin’ on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you bustin’
Still gettin’ rowdy in the function
Bitches on my dick like it’s nothing
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin’, jumpin’, bumpin’, jumpin’, yeah

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
Got the beast in Southeast, thousands clappin’ to this beat
She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I’m a savage
In traffic with MAC 11’s
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I’m her daddy
Does she know a nigga ain’t average?
Ain’t nothing wrong with fake asses
Bitch, turn around let’s make magic
I’m geekin’, uh huh I’m on it
Don’t look at me like you want it
Tell ’em that we ain’t stuntin’
In fourth down we ain’t puntin’ it
King of District of Columbia
Can’t come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

Future – Flip (Future Album)

[Intro]
If you gang, gang, gang, that’s what’s up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 1]
2017 with the captains (flip)
The price too high, you must be cappin’ (flip)
All these Franklins got me trappin’ (flip, flip)
Sippin’ on Screw, I’m very active (flip, flip)
A half a milli, got matted
Your main bitch got batted
Got a clear view, no static
That’s a VVS on my fabrics
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Blitz, nigga, I’m a boss
Had the mail with me, I’m a star

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 2]
I’m gone past the moon, what you tellin’ me?
That nigga’s a goon, what you tellin’ me?
The bitch in the room, what you tellin’ me?
I’m hotter than the sun, what you tellin’ me?
These niggas my sons, what you tellin’ me?
They eat up my crumbs, what you tellin’ me?
Your brother a bum, what you tellin’ me?
Straight out the slums, what you tellin’ me?
I came out the mud, I’m stashin’ the drugs
Gotta bring out the tub of Ace
I was never in love with the Wraith
Got a new Panorama on the way
Went to Pluto, beyond with my cape
Can’t run when the drum in your face
I’m the mothafuckin’ don, why you hatin’?

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip

[Outro]
Host: Hahahaha, we back, baby! Yeah, listen, once again this is Got It All Cap City Podcast, internet broadcast. Our credibility and validity is in… listen, man! If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, man, you ain’t fuckin’ with the industry, man. Okay we got the next caller from Vienna. Uh oh, hello?
Woman: Hello!?
Host: Oh she from Campbellton. Okay we got our next caller from Campbellton. You are the winner! Yes!
Woman: You can hear me on the radio?
Host: Yes!
Woman: I’m finna get you a new daddy, fuckin’ we gonna get me a baller, fuckin’….
Host: Yes, you have won the one and only Cap City baller rapper kit
Woman: And I’ve been workin’ too, man, I’ve been drinkin’ this, some flat tummy, see, so I can get me a baller
Host: Okay the flat, but listen, baby, you have somethin’ more important than a flat tummy, you are gonna win a lifetime supply of the Asian Kung Pao saran wrap condoms
Woman: Ooh I need them
Host: Yes they’re guaranteed to pop. And look we’re also gonna throw in, listen, this is special. We got the two millimeter geo globe tracking device system so you can…
Woman: So I’ma know how to pull up on him to tell him this his baby too
Host: Yes, yes, yes, baby! That is free game from Cap City Records, baby, we appreciate you callin’, we gon’ put you on hold
Woman: Hold on, hold on you did not tell them to follow me on Instagram, I’m tryna get my followers up
Host: Uh huh okay tell ’em where to follow you at
Woman: Y’all, please, ballers only, dudes who got the bag, who got the check, I need all y’all to follow me on T Hot Pocket underscore—y’all got that?
Host: Yeah okay we got it
Woman: I said it real slow so make sure y’all got that
Host: We got that, baby, we got that, baby
Woman: Follow me! What’s up!?
Host: Okay Cap City Records
Woman: Ballers only, no broke niggas
Host: Okay but Cap City, we gon’ to break, go to break!

Future – Flip lyrics

If you gang, gang, gang, that’s what’s up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 1]
2017 with the captains (flip)
The price too high, you must be cappin’ (flip)
All these Franklins got me trappin’ (flip, flip)
Sippin’ on Screw, I’m very active (flip, flip)
A half a milli, got matted
Your main bitch got batted
Got a clear view, no static
That’s a VVS on my fabrics
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Blitz, nigga, I’m a boss
Had the mail with me, I’m a star

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 2]
I’m gone past the moon, what you tellin’ me?
That nigga’s a goon, what you tellin’ me?
The bitch in the room, what you tellin’ me?
I’m hotter than the sun, what you tellin’ me?
These niggas my sons, what you tellin’ me?
They eat up my crumbs, what you tellin’ me?
Your brother a bum, what you tellin’ me?
Straight out the slums, what you tellin’ me?
I came out the mud, I’m stashin’ the drugs
Gotta bring out the tub of Ace
I was never in love with the Wraith
Got a new Panorama on the way
Went to Pluto, beyond with my cape
Can’t run when the drum in your face
I’m the mothafuckin’ don, why you hatin’?

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip

[Outro]
Host: Hahahaha, we back, baby! Yeah, listen, once again this is Got It All Cap City Podcast, internet broadcast. Our credibility and validity is in… listen, man! If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, man, you ain’t fuckin’ with the industry, man. Okay we got the next caller from Vienna. Uh oh, hello?
Woman: Hello!?
Host: Oh she from Campbellton. Okay we got our next caller from Campbellton. You are the winner! Yes!
Woman: You can hear me on the radio?
Host: Yes!
Woman: I’m finna get you a new daddy, fuckin’ we gonna get me a baller, fuckin’….
Host: Yes, you have won the one and only Cap City baller rapper kit
Woman: And I’ve been workin’ too, man, I’ve been drinkin’ this, some flat tummy, see, so I can get me a baller
Host: Okay the flat, but listen, baby, you have somethin’ more important than a flat tummy, you are gonna win a lifetime supply of the Asian Kung Pao saran wrap condoms
Woman: Ooh I need them
Host: Yes they’re guaranteed to pop. And look we’re also gonna throw in, listen, this is special. We got the two millimeter geo globe tracking device system so you can…
Woman: So I’ma know how to pull up on him to tell him this his baby too
Host: Yes, yes, yes, baby! That is free game from Cap City Records, baby, we appreciate you callin’, we gon’ put you on hold
Woman: Hold on, hold on you did not tell them to follow me on Instagram, I’m tryna get my followers up
Host: Uh huh okay tell ’em where to follow you at
Woman: Y’all, please, ballers only, dudes who got the bag, who got the check, I need all y’all to follow me on T Hot Pocket underscore—y’all got that?
Host: Yeah okay we got it
Woman: I said it real slow so make sure y’all got that
Host: We got that, baby, we got that, baby
Woman: Follow me! What’s up!?
Host: Okay Cap City Records
Woman: Ballers only, no broke niggas
Host: Okay but Cap City, we gon’ to break, go to break!

Solo 45 – 5ive (feat. Stormzy)

[Verse 1: Solo 45]
Rah
Alright, roll, roll, roll
Space between the cars, go, go, go
Some of us are dench yo
I don’t give a flying fuck
Pagans gotta go, go, go
Keep it on the low, low, low
Nosey bastards askin’ questions
Tell them niggas “I said so”

[Bridge: Solo 45]
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Spot any antennae, switch ‘em off

[Hook: Solo 45]
Let the MAC ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it
Spot any antennae
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC ring

Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Spot any antenna
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC… Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
[Verse 2: Stormzy]
See you got goons and I got goons
But I swear down, you don’t wanna see mine vex
I don’t care if you bang weights
When I run up on you when you’re doing [?] chest
Them boy there been copying bars
So don’t be alarmed when he thief mine next
I don’t sneak diss, fuck that sneak shit
Tell a little nigga “look, be direct”
Who are you? What you sayin’? What you on?
Yeah, fuck that, what you doing? Where you from?
Beg man don’t say my name cuh’ I [?]
Walk in, slap mans face then I’m gone
I can tell that they feel I’m dumb
Chattin’ ‘bout views like it’s all that I’ve done
Hatin’ pricks wanna chat about L’s
Come we discuss all the wars that I’ve won
Big bro’s here, tell 45 come
Rinse that kick ‘til the 45’s done
He was like “I wanna try draw for the MAC”
I was like “yeah, but the 45’s dumb”
Said “bring your choice, bring four, five guns”
The MAC-10 rings, but the 45 hums
He said I’m gonna bring a 45 too
So then we attack like a 4-5-1
Boy

[Bridge: Solo 45]
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
My nigga five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Spot any antennae, switch ‘em off

[Hook: Solo 45]
Let the MAC ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it
Spot any antennae
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC ring

Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Spot any antennae
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC… Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips

Wiley – P Money (Remix) (feat. P Money) (Godfather Album)

[Hook: Wiley]
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money

[Verse 1: Wiley & P Money]
I ain’t never been the type of spitter on a track
To have a donny murk me and never murk back
‘Cause all I wanna do is see my name at the top
That’s why I can’t act like I never heard that
I’ve got ears, am I hearing, any pussy test, I will spear him
Them man have got one bag of chat
They’ve got one bag of Ps, what you bringin’ round here?
Ask them what they’re doin’ round here
Cuh if they want a bit of mine, tell a man I want to get rid of guys
I’m known for rollin’ with man that’s clearly uncivilised
Man will fill in these pitta guys
About they wanna take man for a mouse
‘Til I press a button and get your fanpage minimised
Every single one of their flows are opitimised
Everyone’s sick ’til I realised
Nobody’s sicker than the sickest MC
When you realise nobody’s slewin’ ’em again
I ain’t Skepta, but man’s been there, done that
And now man is on doin’ it again
Don’t touch my set, you’ll ruin it again
There he goes offbeat, you’re doin’ it again
Mad, man can’t diss my mum
Every clash I’ve had, I’m on bringin’ in a skeng
Oi, Wiley, tell them again

[Hook: Wiley]
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money

[Verse 2: Wiley]
When I was broke, I was better at this
My money got me couple iceberg sweaters and this
When I started, I didn’t know I’d get on the list
Of MCs who were top flight, sprayin’ on the top mic
Ain’t done the work but you boast that it’s not right
Used to waste grands on garms but now I shop right
First ten years, G, I was on a block hype
Some MCs are alike but I’m not like
None of them, and I’ve had wars with a ton of ’em
Nobody’s ever gonna do what we done again
Put me in any scene, I end up runnin’ it
My crew are winners, we end up sonnin’ them
Cuh my dons stand on the frontline
Ready for the war in the cold or the sunshine
You wanna flop in your game but I run mine
I be in the skillzone, bullseye, one time

[Hook: Wiley]
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money (I’m telling you)
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money (brap, brap)
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny (hey)
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money

[Outro: P Money sample]
Yo, a lot of these MCs think they’re bad
I held the MAC and the MAC went mad
This something screaming ratatat
And now you’re a myth nobody know, blam
Everybody scatters, nobody look back
Don’t drink loads and think that you’re rough, blud
I will show you Jack and Daniels gassed

What the price – Migos lyrics

Lyrics Migos – What the price

Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise.(what the price)

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The bitch bad, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(Price, going up yeah)
I slide
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, priceee).

Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds.

Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell me what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr).

Oohhh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out.

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The bitch bad, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
I slide
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the i8 and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad.

Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skrrt skrrt)
Pink slip for the ride (skrrt skrrt)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (no cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds).

What the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The bitch bad, I slide
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeahhh!)
Migos lyrics
Video price

Migos – What The Price

[Intro: Quavo]
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise

[Hook: Takeoff & Quavo]
What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price)

[Refrain: Quavo]
Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds

[Verse 1: Takeoff & Quavo]
Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

[Bridge: Quavo]
Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out

[Hook: Takeoff, Quavo, & Offset]
What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

[Verse 2: Offset]
I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the iron and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad

[Refrain: Quavo & Takeoff]
Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skerr skerr)
Pink slip for the ride (skerr skerr)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

[Hook: Takeoff & Quavo]
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeah!)

Migos – What The Price lyrics

Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price)

Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds

Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the iron and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad

Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skerr skerr)
Pink slip for the ride (skerr skerr)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeah!)

AJ Tracey – Pasta

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

[Verse 1]
In and out of flats for the floos (guala)
You ain’t with the dogs, you’re a puss (meow)
Tell ’em "domme jongens in je stad" (ayy)
My Dutch bruddas bun ’em like kush, ayy
Who can kick the riddim like man? (who?)
Rich, living lavish, that’s the plan (by 25)
Jakes see me winning, they’re vexed (they’re vexed)
They just want a brudda in the can, nope
You ain’t cool if you ain’t in a gang (gang)
Hours and them hours like Stan (up there)
Always got my hood up like Kenny (got my hood)
No killing me, though, I’m the man (you can try)
Fader said I’m doing up shows (that’s real, you know)
Complex said I’m gonna blow (Complex)
The papers said that you should come and watch man (Guardian)
My mama said to leave my bro alone (haha)
Still up in the manor, that’s Grove (West 10)
Cruising through the music, I drove (skrrr)
White up in the tees like Hov (skrrr skrrr)
All my niggas whip it on the stove (whip)
No one ever helped in my zone (no one)
Bro, I had to do it on my own (on my ones)
Old girls didn’t wanna fuck me, now
I don’t even fuck them and they still moan (they’re moaning)
Hit a bitch once, then I skate (I’m gone)
Never let a Jezebel stay (never)
Drunk, seeing life through my Ray-Bans
I don’t even sleep till the day (I’m out here)
Tell a model bitch come play (come)
Give a couple beats like Dre (boo-boof)
Wetting up the pussy like clay, ayy
Now she’s tryna call a nigga bae

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

[Verse 2]
Every time I step up in the place (hey)
Girls all tryna get up in my face (wah?)
"Oh my god, it’s AJ Trace (oh my god)
Baby boy, I wanna be your mate" (hey)
No, bitch, man are on the chase (on the chase)
Chase for the guala and the papes (bread)
Bro fresh home from a case (yeah)
Let him hold a badders called Stace (hit that)
I just wanna make bare dough (leave me alone)
Beg you give a young nigga space (OK), ayy
Cooking up a jawn, get a plate (plate)
Eating, I ain’t even saying grace (my bad)
Henney going straight to my face (to my face)
Spilling liquor when I’m onstage (splash, splash)
Probably spilt the liquor on Paige (probably), ayy
Probably spilt the liquor on Paige (probably)
Alex to my pals, I’m Age (I’m Age)
Feds have got my bruddas in the cage (free ’em)
Couple opps out here all brave (OK), yeah?
I’mma slide with the MAC on rage
Gat long like a twelve gauge (nah)
Catch a corn or you’re gonna catch a shave (dip, dip)
Get a nigga down for the brodies (bros)
Get a nigga down in the grave (ahh)
Nike Air Max on my coat (on my coat)
Masked up when I do the roads (skrrr skrrr)
Girls can’t stay up in my hotel (nope)
Give a couple rounds, then I’m gonna ghost (I’m gone)
For the game, I’m tryna get the codes (them codes)
You’re broke but you wanna talk loads (you chatty)
When I see these guys, they’re running, running
Jumping over fences like a toad

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)