T.I. – Jefe Lyrics

[Intro]
Oyy papi, [??]
No more apologizing for being excellent
From now on man, fuck it, I’m just gon’ be dope
And no apologize for it
I’m sorry I’m dope, nigga
Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life
God, I’m so good

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up that money, then make it again (the make it again)
I fuck her twice, then I make her my friend (then I make her my friend)
Shit, look at these haters, they hating again (they hating again)
I know they don’t like it, they taking it in
Fuck up a check, then we making it back
She like Chanel, I’ma drape her in that
She want the D, I’ve been waiting on that
I’ve been doing my thing, they’ve been hating on that
And I meant what I said, I ain’t taking it back
We get you chain, we ain’t taking it back
Reach for my chain, get [??] for that
Only speak on my name when you stating the facts, please
I know we balling too much
And all of these pretty hoes falling for us
I say [??] mami, and call it to us
If I give you my number, don’t call me too much, comprende?
City to city, bad bitches and tities, she jump on the jet with me, she on the tour
I’m in Balenci’, Laurent and Givenchi, my pockets on Benji and she in Dior
Flex on the ‘gram just to look like you got it, but really you broke
(but really you broke)
Since suckas pop shit on their twitter, like killers and really get smoked (really get smoked)
Know niggas that used to be trappers on twitter just telling these jokes (telling these jokes)
While we gettin’ money, just burning this bread, tryna turn it to toast, forreal
They say we talk about money too much
But maybe they ain’t getting money enough
I say, ‘Dimelo’ papi, he combo the trucks
He gon’ make a tab and I’m running it up, gracias!

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Let me welcome you, get introduced to the king
Bentleys, Ferraris, brand new and they clean
So disappointed when niggas talk shit on their records, when you see ’em, don’t do anything
Okay, killing these niggas with more than before
Been stuntin’ and shining since back in the nineties
I’m ’bout it, forgot the Glock in my pocket, remind you and plug the whole city behind me
Spent hundreds of thousands, no millions on diamonds
In Philly, they go ask Meek Milly about me
I’m solid and thorough, stand up as fuck
See these niggas, I just be like, ‘What the fuck?’
Ain’t no way in hell you can fuck with us
Like a bad bitch with no furniture
I can’t do nothin’ with her
Still hit her and them bad bitches who hung with her
That’s how I do, ay, can’t give you the formula
Don’t stop me, I’m just warming up
Niggas be actin’, the fuck they perfomin’ for
Leave ’em right there for the coroner
Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner
Aston Martin, the attire is formal
How we kick it, ain’t shit ’bout us normal
We Grand Hustle, scheming and chasing our dream
Stacking that paper
Hearin’ my raps, you see me, you see what I mean
Dripping that flavor
Fuck niggas hating, don’t try me, I split that potato, then go sit and eat with the mayor
Ski an invader
David Chepelle told me you niggas is funny as hell
Run to the smoke and then running in tail
Open the vault ’cause you [?] jail

[Bridge: Female voice & T.I.]
Como ese [??] plata or plomo?
[??] como [??]
[??] bitch
Hey, que pase, mi amigo [??]
You know that nigga?
[??]
What’d he do?
Ask him if he got some weed
[??] grande [??]
Man, what’d you just say?
[??] is how you say a lot of weed
Yeah [??] grande [??]
Hell yeah
Mucho
Ya dig?

Meek Mill – Bust Down (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, keepin’ the driller, I walk in the dealer
I’m ’bout to go ham with my young niggas (word)
You know the rule, if you see me in traffic
Don’t dap me, you know I don’t fuck with you (word)
Rollin’ with Nicki and we in the ‘Bach and she hit it
‘Cause I brought the drugs with us (word)
You know I’m fresh out the slums, nigga (slums, nigga)
I know it never was love, nigga (woo)
I’m in the trenches, I’m hangin’ with killers
An’ robbers an’ all of the drug dealers (hitter)
We in the section, we plottin’ on takin’ your chain
When you leave out the club, nigga (stick ’em)
Show no mercy like a lago ([?])
Ain’t no money, ain’t no convo (convo)
Get your bitch some Louboutins, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)
Bust down, bust down (bust down)
Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?)
Bitches that fronted way back in the day
All on the kid like, “What up now?” (up now?)
I’m like, “What’s up now?” (sup, bitch?)
Fuck with that lame an’ you stuck now (stuck now)
Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now)
Promethazine in my cup now (cup now)
When you be poppin’, these niggas dick ridin’
An’ pretty bitches want to fuck now (woo)
I’m up now (up now), I guess its love now (love now)
I guess its all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food)
Lamborghini got her pussy wet, call it a carpool (whoa)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Put some respect on my name
They got me feeling like Baby
Diamonds, they on me, go crazy
Saint Laurent on me, so wavy
Fucking in around, we ain’t fucking around
I can’t fuck with these niggas, they shady
I know you are [??] for [??]
I know the jeweller who made it (who made it)
Frauds, I know these niggas gon’ talk about ’em (yeah yeah)
We gettin’ money, they talk about it (yeah yeah)
We never ever gon’ talk about it (yeah yeah)
We only trapping and talking dollars
Wait, wait, wait, I’m tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it)
I have this bitch named [??]
I told that nigga I’m sorry about it
Shawty popping in a dog filter
I’m a dog, I’m a dog nigga (yeah)
I’m a shooter, I don’t call niggas (what)
On the D’Usse like Wall nigga
[??] hit her with the woooh
In the Wraith, stars in the roof
Light her up like Pikachu
In the Ghost, playing Peak-a-boo
Wait, wait, wait, niggas can’t figure me out, hey
I got this dick in her [??], hey
I keep a brick in the couch, hey
Sit on that shit in a drought, hey
Tell her [??] them out, hey
Stack it up, bag it up, add it up, [??], we shipping it out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ho’ up, my lil’ bitch want some new Chucks
Suck up, suck on that dick, baby
Suck it, suck it ’til you get the hiccups
Ha, look at the wrist
Drift on that dick and get you hiccups
Hop out the back
Hop out like uno dos tres
Hah, bitch, I’m back
Popping them perc by the thirties
She say I taste like a pimp
I say [??] she want [??]
Jump out that bitch from the back
Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp
Slurp it up until you burp
Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work
We popping bubblegums, we popping bubblegums (yeah yeah yeah)
We popping bubblegums, (yeah yeah yeah)
We pop like bubblegums
It’s our year now
We popping bublegums
We coming ’round for some
You know you want some
He ain’t know we keep going down, I’ma keep going, never never never
Never let ’em have it, never let ’em have it
[??], never let ’em have it
[??], see this shit
Now I’m freezed though, give me hiccups
Jewellery [??]
Lost a mil’, got it right back, nigga, please believe us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

Post Malone – Broken Whiskey Glass lyrics

[Verse 1]
I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass
I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass
Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin’ back
So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass
And I won’t go on, like a highway to hell
Going too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel
And I woke up and my room’s fuckin’ trashed like a damn hotel
Where I go next, now, only time will tell

[Chorus]
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh

[Verse 2]
I done spent some time chasin’ women that don’t give a shit
I done learned my lessons and I ain’t never gon’ forget
Started callin’ this shit, started ballin’ and shit, started flickin’ that wrist
They ain’t never listened, now I’m makin’ them hits so I’m fuckin’ your bitch
No, it ain’t nothin’ fickle for me to forget that you ever exist
Bet you remember my name when I pull up in that whip that doesn’t exist (skrrt)
Spill lean on Supreme last Saturday
Let that shit splash, motherfucker talk saucey
Pass me the drugs, motherfucker let me shine
At the White House, call my homie Joe Biden, he flyin’ out weed
Smokin’ my dope, beggin’ that that be the code
Man, don’t be silly, that shit you rockin’ is old
Like it’s been years since you been to the store
Feel like Meek Milly but I ain’t from Philly
I’m poppin’ a wheelie, I show off my grillie
I do this for real-y and for my fam-ily
Some shade every night, man, it’s all so famil’-y
The bitches they killin’ me
Like, bitch are you kiddin’ me?
Ballin’, that shit Jason Kiddin’ me
You can’t get rid of me
Now you want my chain and my jeans but you no good at chemistry

[Chorus]
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh

Meek Mill – Contagious (feat. Migos)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
See what it is, they don’t know a rock from a diamond
I’m like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, motherfucker

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ugh! I pull in your hood in a brand new Wraith (like skrr)
Tell your bitch "Fall back, nigga", we ain’t got no space
And your bitch ain’t bad, nigga, you ain’t go no taste
And everybody want to be the king like the deck ain’t got no ace
Half of my bitches they richer than me
Hoes that you payin’, I’m hittin’ for free
I used to pass up on that pussy, my nigga
You payin’ that thot just to give her some D
God damn, God damn
I’m with a white bitch named Roxanne
And she ain’t home yet cause she got a plan
And y’all hatin’ niggas can’t shake my hand

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Migo and Meek Milly got stacks in the ceiling
I got money ties all the way up through Philly
I’m fuckin’ your bitch and she from Puerto Rico
The plug is a papí, he send me the kilo
I hop on the jet, then I fly out to Vegas
Link up with the mob in Reno
Paparazzi, they flash and stare
And I pull out McLaren, I hop out Giuseppe toe
Young nigga, they know that QC the new Death Row
I’m in the kitchen cookin’ antidote (I’m cookin’ it)
Lookin’ down on a fuck nigga
Cause a young nigga on a top ropes
Now everybody wanna take a picture
Now that young nigga’s worth seven figures
Step out that vault and I’m countin’ millions
Thankin’ the Lord for the M&M’s

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

[Verse 3: Offset]
My migo, my vato, go check out my bio
Got bricks comin’ in from Ohio
I’m in North Philly, I meet with Meek Milly
We tryna make millies off trappin’ the chicken
You run up on me, you need Geico insurance
I run to the money, got plenty endurance
I shop overseas and you shoppin’ on clearance
Spent 500K for my appearance
Offset a magician at work, I’m a wizard
Smokin’ on loud so niggas don’t hear me
Pussy ass nigga, you sweeter than cinnamon
Thankin’ the Lord while I count up blue Benjamins
Sippin’ on Actavis, don’t need a chaser
QC is the label, we fuck with Dreamchasers
My niggas they actin’ a fool, but this is not actin’
The money, it runnin’ my generation

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off buzzin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Mason Margeilla, got dope on the tip of my toe
Got rich off a pot and the stove
Breakin’ and droppin’ in designer clothes
Cappin’ trap out the back door of the bando
My plug is a migo, pull up on banana boat
F&N splittin’ your head like a cantaloupe
Papparazzi flashin’, pull out that Camaro
Damn, I mean camera, white girl from Canada
No, I’m not Tommy Lee but I got Pamela
In the back of the Maybach changin’ channels
Lightin’ the block up like Christmas candles
Bustin’ my women, my ceilin’ is panorama
OG gas bag on my back like I’m Santa
Droppin’ up four in the one liter Fanta
Workin’ it, flippin’ that dope with a spatula
I flex in the chopper, you niggas are amateurs

[Chorus: Meek Mill & Quavo]
Cause that shit contagious, these niggas outrageous
Started off bustin’ like pagers
Now I got paper, just look at these acres
Wake up like, "Where is my neighbors?"
Prolly in Vegas, shootin’ dice at the table
The feds, they watch me like cable
Do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
A favor can get too contagious

Don Q – #Freeda9 (feat. Rowdy Rebel) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
2014 Nigga my life done changed
Look at my city nigga, that shit on flames
Big up to Brooklyn nigga like shotta days
But everyday I’m with my ICM, sapase
Used to ride on them niggas block everyday
Tryna go rock, niggas tryna rock me
But how you gon’ stop a nigga that ain’t like me?
We still in cocky, get it with the posse
Calmly, shitting with the army
Tryna get in touch with my mommy
Just to see her sons living properly
I tell her, "me and Fetti good", thanks to Poplottie
No more bandos or public lobbies
It’s big house, big couch with a balcony
And I bet them hating niggas still doubting me
Shout out to Meek Milly, real OGs always look out for me

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
Do you see my vision?
To the top we go, to the top of the ceiling
What about them buildings
No heat, no water, no toilet to shit in
So now when I get it, with me and my brother
Nigga we shitting
Kemar got a prison
Build pops a home, just to go chill in
What about my living?
Everyday with a Glock ’cause them niggas was killing
But I was commited
To all of my niggas so yeah I was with it
I was strapped with a glizzy
I mean strapped with a glizzy, looking for niggas
If I see him, I swish ’em
I’ll let Cueno go get em ’cause Cueno so with it
If he move, we blitz it
He ‘gon end up missing
My niggas so different
Better mind your business
Don’t start no shit, if you ain’t ‘gon finish
Bet it hurt your feelings
‘Cause the day you lack, my niggas is killing
When I get that million
Take care of the killers, the hood and the children

[Bridge: Rowdy Rebel]
I do this shit for the ghetto nigga
For my block, for my hood, for my gang, for my niggas, for all my fallen soldiers
RIP all my felons, free the felons
I do it for the real
GS9, we too 9
Ain’t no chill button
I come from the 9 hoe

[Verse 3: Don Q]
I’m the crack when the coke cook
I’m the dope that the boat pushed
Google me nigga, just go look
Who are these niggas? They so shooked
I got a bag, I pile up the stash of hundreds
That shit about 4 foot
Nigga that’s a C-note book
My chain hot, Kilo look
Just say a prayer if you care for me
‘Cause I remember who was there for me
I’m famous so I move carefully
I’m taking drugs for the therapy
It’s only one
It’s not a pair in me
I don’t know why they comparing me
I am the one
Look how they staring me
Wishing that they can get near to me
I keep a gun
It ain’t no fear in me
Nigga this must be a parody
My chain is a ton
All of this clarity
Raising my funds like a charity
My dog on the run
It is not fair to me
He said them folks tryna bury me
He just had a son but apparently
We never speak on the phone cause they hearing me
It’s clear to me
That I’m the nigga that the streets praise
Catch a charge then I leave state
I got killers waiting on release dates
Put in work nigga each day
And it’s overnight
I don’t sleep late
I’m in the alley with the free base
For the niggas tryna get they weed laced
Philippé plates when I eat steak
Remember I couldn’t afford it
The rent due and we couldn’t ignore it
Furniture put in the storage
I throw your bitch in the whip and I floor it
Shades? I Christian Dior it
She was just under my pics and he saw it
Then he went tryna report it
Gotta watch who you trust nigga
Nowadays it’ll be the close ones
Shit changed when the folks come
They gone tell em all about your coke run
Pay attention, gotta see the signs
Gotta read in between the lines
Certain things you gotta keep in mind
Real nigga, free the 9

[Interlude: Don Q]
Yeah, came in from nothing nigga
I know how it feel to take loses
Put your niggas in position to make bosses
I took over the streets single-handedly nigga
You gotta respect that
I put my hood on my back first nigga
Yeah, free GS9 nigga
Free all my niggas locked down
I ain’t forget about none of y’all, gang

Meek Mill – 1942 Flows Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Started off poor with plans to earn more
Now we own stores and fuck the baddest whores
I was on tour with niggas that sold raw
Started sellin’ white, we won’t sell it no more
I’m like, Trump ain’t feelin’ us, cops still killin’ us
Niggas takin’ shots, can’t stop me, they ain’t real enough
Cut her off, act like she’s dead and it’s killin’ her
New dawn, Hermes seat, I let the ceiling up
Just to get to kill ’em softly
Ooh, get them off me, try to crucify me
Like I’m Jesus the way she cross me
I’m too bossy and too thorough to move like a weirdo
On point like an arrow, we started off with zero
Now I’m seeing M’s, diamonds like water and they jumping out the gym
Shooting like Harden if your head was the rim
‘Cause niggas wanna line me like a shape up in the trim, damn

[Refrain]
Back when I was broke, they was cool with it
Now every move I make, I’m in the news with it
Even if I ain’t do it, they be like, you did it
My teacher always used to tell me you gon’ lose nigga
That’s why I never went to school nigga
And why I’m rappin’ like I got something to prove nigga
Went and bought the mansion with the pool in it
Billy with the stamp, I get two with it’

[Verse 2]
Move with it ’cause these niggas wanna take my life
No weapon formed against me, every time I pray at night
Scoopin’ thotties in the Phantom, that’s the way of life
And make them fuck their best friends like they was dykes
Reaching for the Glock, every time I play the light
I’m on 12 o’clock, every time I play them bikes
I’m with the pack, huh
Getting back, yeah
Spend dope, nigga
Selling smack, gang
I’m gettin’ chips off music like Rap Snacks
Yeah, 10 mil in cash of Ethika that’s a fact
Money, power, respect
Eating breakfast on a jet
I know these niggas upset
They ain’t see me fall yet
Wins and losses

[Chorus]
They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before
Dream chasin’, catchin’ all my goals
I don’t need these hoes
I’m gettin’ money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all out war
The young niggas goin’ all out for us

[Verse 3]
Bloggers in the frenzy, truck to the Bentley
Ain’t doing no interviews, I’m busy, nigga we litty
So when you see me out don’t ask me about no Nicki
Fuck I look like tellin’ my business on Wendy
Niggas gossip like queens, we was servin’ fiends
.40 bust your windows out, Jazmine Sullivan
They told ’em pop Mollys, I told ’em to be kings
Sipping 1942 like it’s lean
I done seen all these niggas try to down play my dreams
So I’ma give it to ’em every time I’m on the scene
Pull up, Ghost, Ghost, Wraith, Wraith when you see me
Some suckers wanna be me and some suckers wanna live me, I know it
I go through it, don’t’ show it
I told niggas who wrote it, ain’t taking back what I quoted
Started off with a quarter, flipped that to a half, turned that to an ounce
Got some shit in the stash, nigga say that he gon’ rob me, put a brick on his ass
Now every killer in my city tryna look for his ass
And one thing ’bout Meek Milly, I’ma get to a bag
Had to starve all day just to get to it fast
Like Ramadan, totin’ K’s like it’s Palestine
Real niggas in my ambiance, bottom line
Ever since I met Ross and signed a dotted line
I gave my mama ten thousand at least a thousand times
Do the math on it

[Chorus]
They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before
Dream chasin’, catchin’ all my goals
I don’t need these hoes
I’m gettin’ money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all out war
The young niggas goin’ all out for us

[Verse 4]
Talking, this my cocky flow
Damn Daniel, why you selling Mr. Miyagi though
This that rose gold Patek, call me like ’94
Mean nothin’ to me, I tell how I gotta go rain slick
On that corner when the block was slow
Everybody was tryna trap, we started poppin’ though
Heard that bitch say she cut me, I was like adiós
In the field, knock ’em down, it look like dominoes, young nigga
I turn my Impala to a Wraith, when you get a dollar they gon’ hate
Bought my mom the crib with that gate
Private school for all them babies
Now they straight, nigga

[Chorus]
They wanna see me fall
And I will never sell my soul
I’m on some shit that they ain’t seen before
Dream chasin’, catchin’ all my goals
I don’t need these hoes
I’m gettin’ money, me and all my woes
Play with me, you know is all out war
The young niggas goin’ all out for us

Chief Keef – So Tree (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 1]
I’m checkin’ the mail, I’m weighin’ the scale, I’m buyin’ the bail
Smokin’ on dope ’til my mind is dull
Nigga like me gon’ find a way
Jeans like this, you only find in Paris
Me and cash got some kind of marriage
I got too many diamond pendants
All this ice, I’m divin’ in it
Brand new truck, I’m ridin’ in it
Me and the gang I’m slidin’ in it
LV’s all on my denim
Wrist got big diamonds in ’em
Shades got them M’s on ’em
Pockets got them bands on ’em
.40 got a fan on it
Accounts, I put bands on it
Payed 6 bands for this Fendi
I get jiggy I get jiggy
Up this .223, I don’t trust you, y’all look iffy
I got a 100 in this choppa since it’s just 2, y’all get 50
Dream chasing like Meek Milly
Ridin’ with a 50 up yo city, let’s get it

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 2]
Slick I’m tryna get 20 bathrooms
Need a beach house down in Cancun
I got a view of the stars and the moon
All this marble on the ground, grab a broom
Outside white, red seats in the coupe
Cameras all around it, I can see what you do
24’s on it, I can ride through the snow
Cops on my ass, now I’m ridin’ real slow
Got one cousin missin’, all he know is sell dope
He don’t even care about the tourin’ and the shows
He don’t even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes
Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

Chief Keef – So Tree (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 1]
I’m checkin’ the mail, I’m weighin’ the scale, I’m buyin’ the bail
Smokin’ on dope ’til my mind is dull
Nigga like me gon’ find a way
Jeans like this, you only find in Paris
Me and cash got some kind of marriage
I got too many diamond pendants
All this ice, I’m divin’ in it
Brand new truck, I’m ridin’ in it
Me and the gang I’m slidin’ in it
LV’s all on my denim
Wrist got big diamonds in ’em
Shades got them M’s on ’em
Pockets got them bands on ’em
.40 got a fan on it
Accounts, I put bands on it
Payed 6 bands for this Fendi
I get jiggy I get jiggy
Up this .223, I don’t trust you, y’all look iffy
I got a 100 in this choppa since it’s just 2, y’all get 50
Dream chasing like Meek Milly
Ridin’ with a 50 up yo city, let’s get it

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 2]
Slick I’m tryna get 20 bathrooms
Need a beach house down in Cancun
I got a view of the stars and the moon
All this marble on the ground, grab a broom
Outside white, red seats in the coupe
Cameras all around it, I can see what you do
24’s on it, I can ride through the snow
Cops on my ass, now I’m ridin’ real slow
Got one cousin missin’, all he know is sell dope
He don’t even care about the tourin’ and the shows
He don’t even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes
Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

Meek Mill – Offended

[Intro]
M-m-m-murda
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a Nascar
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then (?) nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoes going wild

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Sat on my shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a chain
If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep it down
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man
Hit ’em with the things, hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been done shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVS’s on me, whoa
VVS’s on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Marsh hit, seen the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, fat
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

DJ Mustard – What These B*tches Want (feat. Meek Mill, Nipsey Hussle & Ty Dolla $Ign) (Cold Summer Album) letras

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Before this rapping I wanted to be a kingpin
On the corner with niggas running them things in
I was told get the money and bring the team in
And never ever let them hoes get between them
Born a slave, but I die a king, and um
For bad bitches with money and I got a thing and um
I’m feeling like King James when he got his ring
Because I started off with nothing except a dream, nigga
I’m cut from a different cloth
They don’t make no more, you niggas soft
The streets killed Lil Snupe, I took a loss
That’s why my heart so cold, my shit defrost
Everybody saying that I stunt too much
But they don’t know where I came from, I done too much
And my ex chick said I like to fuck too much
So I turned around and told her, “Bitch you want too much”
Meek Milly

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Want from meeeee, want from me
What you want from me? Want from me
I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, no one can save us and we realized it
We knew the outcome and we still tried it
That South Central state of mind
I’m in the field, logic to be a real rider
We did this shit to the extreme where you ain’t feel honest
Now this blood is on your hands and you hope these bills wash it
Sinking deeper in regret but that’s the real faucet
See man, go for self, that was the real Slauson
But do this win, lose or draw that was a real promise
Till death do us what’s most important was rep to us
The set schooled us to love and lie and respect shooters
Reflect to it, this year I’m dropping my best music
Hope you niggas get rich and then reinvest to it
Wish you niggas success and minus the stress to it
Lot of steps, lot of losses and regrets to it
A game of life, you ain’t the type that will accept losing
Whatever’s left to it, flying in a jet to it

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Want from meeeee, want from me
What you want from me? Want from me
I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
You ain’t trying to waste no time (no time)
So I gotta let you know (let you know, ohhh)
Money on my mind
Money over bitches, that’s the story of my life
Yeah I know them guys try to catch me slipping
Tell them keep on trying

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Want from meeeee, want from me
What you want from me? Want from me
I gave it all I got, I won’t let you get the best of me, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah