Lil Wayne – Let It Fly Lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Fly (fly, fly, fly, fly)
Let it fly (let it fly, let it fly, let it fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky
Hotter than the weather in July
I done did so much I can’t decide
Word, word to my guys
She just get so wet, I slip and slide
Had to get it back to give ’em five
I, I, I, yeah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
It’s Mr. Michael Myers, man (Michael Myers)
Work the money back, I keep it coming in (whoo, whoo)
By the way we work you think I had a twin (twin)
I’m tryna run the game, it ain’t no subbing in (naw)
You can’t faze me, sliding from a dangerous life (it’s lit!)
Always down to ball, I’m tryna drain these nights
See the smoke clouds through these entertainment lights
The way it go down we taking fours and keeping doors tight (Yeah, yeah!)
We at the top end of the discussion (discussion)
Been mixing alcohol in that ‘tussin
The demon in they eyes and they clutchin’ (scared)
I feed ’em adderall and they bussing, yeah (pew, pew, pew)
I kept the towel, not throwing in
I’m riding around in my ends
I got a driver for the pent to drop me round where I been
I keep some pussy just to lick, they help me out when I vent
She wanna hit that shit again, nah (brr brr, brr brr)
That’s the phone call, when my blood ring
It’s Tha Carter V, let the thugs sing (thugs)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Let it fly (brr, fly)
Let it fly like the birds in the sky (brr brr)
Hotter than the weather in July (brr brr)
I done did so much I can’t decide (it’s lit)
Word, word to my guys (yah)
She just get so wet, I slip and slide (splash)
Had to give it back to give them five
I, I, I

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
It’s alive, it’s alive, I’m revived, it’s C5
Been arrived, kiss the sky, did the time
Please advise it is advise or be advised, and we advise
You not fuck with me and mine
And keep in mind that we don’t mind losing our minds
Free your mind, read your mind, read your mind
Body take a week to find, the cops gon’ be like “never mind”
What’s on your mind, put the pistol to your mind and blow your mind
Control your mind, mindfreak, no sober mind, I’m so behind
But front line, you crossed the line and you better know your lines
And if you gettin’ out of line, I hang you with a clothing line
Wring you like an open line, keep your stanky ho in line
Them hoes be lying, it’s a thin line, I know you know the line
Second line, second line, Tunechi got effective lines
Rough edges like a box of Checkers fries, that’s a line
Catch the line, American flag, less stars extra lines
Stretch the line, skip the line, ’til you no more next in line, yeah
Tunechi tune a lunatic, my goonie goons the gooniest
Run inside your room and kill you and who you rooming with
The Uzi with the booty clip, more than one I’m too equipped
Talking ’bout some fake niggas, based on true events
Trying not to get pinched, smoking on a stupid stench
Looking in the mirror tryna figure where my pupils went
Flashy with a boujee bitch, Travy that’s my hooligan (it’s lit)
Take the T off Tunechi and look at it as the crucifix, bitch

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Travis Scott]
C5, best rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it fly

MATT OX – Michael Myers lyrics

[Hook]
Pull up on your block and they call me Michael Myers
Always on that jet and you know I spit that fire
Sayin’ that you’ll find me, boy you know that you a liar
Talkin’ all that smack to me, you know that you a whiner
Pull up on your block and they call me Michael Myers
Always on that jet and you know I spit that fire
Sayin’ that you’ll find me, boy you know that you a liar
Talkin’ all that smack to me, you know that you a whiner

[Verse]
Spitin’ fire like a liar and I’m just a minor
Goin’ to the top, cause you know that I’m a climber
And you know I’m ballin, gettin’ all this damn designer
Gettin’ all this money, need to put it in a binder
Always on my grind yeah I’m never gettin’ tired
Got a million followers so they call me Mr. Wymer
Shootin’ to the top, guess I’m lookin’ like a sniper
Diamonds on my necklace, wanna met? I got that diner
Always on the block and I’m shootin’ to the top
Diamonds opposite of hot and I hope you haters rot
Cause a youngin’ lookin’ fly and I’m aimin’ to the sky
Yeah they call me Michael Myers and you always wonder why

[Hook]
Pull up on your block and they call me Michael Myers
Always on that jet and you know I spit that fire
Sayin’ that you’ll find me, boy you know that you a liar
Talkin’ all that smack to me, you know that you a whiner
Pull up on your block and they call me Michael Myers
Always on that jet and you know I spit that fire
Sayin’ that you’ll find me, boy you know that you a liar
Talkin’ all that smack to me, you know that you a whiner

Cardi B – Drip (feat. Migos) lyrics

[Intro: Cardi B]
That boy Cass!
Cardi!
Non-stop

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Give me little something to remember (Cardi!)
Tryna make love in a Sprinter (yeah)
Quick to drop a nigga like Kemba (go)
Lookin’ like a right swipe on Tinder (woo)
Shit on these hoes (shit)
Light up my wrist on these hoes (wrist)
Now I look down on these bitches (down)
I feel like I’m on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya’ baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don’t drown
Mac n’ cheese in the bowl, how it sound? (sound)
I got that gushy
Yeah that’s a fact, but I never been pussy
I’ve been that bitch since pajamas with footies
Won MVP, and I’m still a rookie, like woo
I gotta work on my anger (ayy)
Might kill a bitch with my fingers (ayy)
I gotta stay outta Gucci (woo)
I’m finna run outta hangers (woo)
Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer?
I’m busting bucks in a Bentley Bentayga
Ride through your hood like “Bitch, I’m the mayor!”
You not my bitch, then bitch you in danger

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Shawty, you ain’t nothin’ to a rich nigga (nothin’)
I’ll put a check on a bitch nigga (brrt)
Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (fuck ’em)
Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (dud)
Diamonds on me, what’s the price? (price)
I’m not gettin’ involved with the hype (hype)
I’m too rich to get into a fight (too rich)
50 racks got my jeans fittin’ tight (50 racks)
Pay the price and them boys come and wipe ya’ (wipe ya’)
We had to dispose of the diaper (dispose)
Yeah we trap every week, every night (woah)
Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightnin’ (lightnin’)
57 90 in this Breitling (Breit’)
When I got a mil I got excited (million)
For the cash I’ma turn to Michael Myers
Baguettes keep dripping, droppin’ (drip)
My wrist all liquid watches (watch)
Told the bitch, “Jump on my dick and pop it” (yeah)
Get a little bitch a deposit (hey, brrt)

[Chorus: Cardi B]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Take-Takeoff
Came through drippin’ (drippin’)
I ain’t never slippin’, I’m a pimp (pimp)
Fuckin’ with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin’ (feelin’)
Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin’ off and squealin’ (squealin’)
Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (splash)
Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (wet willy)
Came through drippin’, spillin’
Walkin’ with the bag (bag)
Tryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin’ (ceilin’)
Shootin’ at civilians (‘villians)
I’m the one dealin’, I could make a killin’ (killin’)
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don’t care about your feelin’s (fuck ’em)
Ooh, what is this? What you wearin’? I be drippin’ (what)
Cal Ripken’s hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (home run)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I’ma fly her back to the city (for sure)

[Verse 4: Quavo]
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Got get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it’s a bake off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a draco (dance)
Walkin’ with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
That’s Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
One call, I’m havin’ your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey)

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

Cardi B – Drip Lyrics

[Intro: Cardi B]
That boy Cass!
Cardi!
Non-stop

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Give me little something to remember (Cardi!)
Tryna make love in a Sprinter (yeah)
Quick to drop a nigga like Kimbo (go)
Lookin’ like a right swipe on Tinder (woo)
Shit on these hoes (shit)
Light up my wrist on these hoes (wrist)
Now I look down on these bitches (down)
I feel like I’m on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya’ baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don’t drown
Mac n’ cheese in the bowl, how it sound? (sound)
I got that gushy
Yeah that’s a fact, but I never been pussy
I’ve been that bitch since pajamas with footies
Won every P, and I’m still a rookie, like woo
I gotta work on my anger (ayy)
Might kill a bitch with my fingers (ayy)
I gotta stay outta Gucci (woo)
I’m finna run outta hangers (woo)
Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer?
I’m busting racks in a Bentley Bentayga
Ride through your hood like “Bitch, I’m the mayor!”
You not my bitch, then bitch you are done

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Shawty, you ain’t nothin’ to a rich nigga (nothin’)
I’ll put a check on a bitch nigga (brrt)
Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (fuck ’em)
Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (dud)
Diamonds on me, what’s the price? (price)
I’m not gettin’ involved with the hype (hype)
I’m too rich to get into a fight (too rich)
50 racks got my jeans fittin’ tight (50 racks)
Pay the price and them boys come and wipe ya’ (wipe ya’)
We had to dispose of the diaper (dispose)
Yeah we trap every week, every night (woah)
Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightning (lightning)
57 90 in this Breitling (Breit’)
When I got a mil I got excited (million)
For the cash I’ma turn to Michael Myers
Baguettes keep dripping, dropping (drip)
My wrist all liquid watches (watch)
Told the bitch “Jump on my dick and pop it” (yeah)
Get a little bitch a deposit (hey, brrt)

[Chorus: Cardi B]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Take-Takeoff
Came through drippin’ (drippin’)
I ain’t never slippin’, I’m a pimp (pimp)
Fuckin’ with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin’ (feelin’)
Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin’ off and squealin’ (squealin’)
Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (splash)
Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (wet willy)
Came through drippin’, spillin’
Walkin’ with the bag (bag)
Tryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin’ (ceilin’)
Shootin’ at civilians (‘villians)
I’m the one dealin’, I could make a killin’ (killin’)
Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (uh)
Flag, nigga, throw it up, don’t care about your feelings (fuck ’em)
Ooh, what is this? What you wearin’? I be drippin’ (what)
Cal Ripken’s hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (uh, huh)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I’ma fly her back to the city (for sure)

[Verse 4: Quavo]
Go get the bag on the day off (racks)
Got get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pots in the beat, it’s a bake off (packs)
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy tools, Maaco (big boy)
Make a bitch dance with a draco (dance)
Walkin’ with the cheese, that queso (cheese)
That’s Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho)
Private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
One call, I’m having your bae over (brrt)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woo)
Got her addicted to payola (addicted, hey)

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

Cardi B – Drip (feat. Migos)

[Intro: Cardi B]
That boy Cass!
Cardi!
Non-stop

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Give me little something to remember (Cardi!)
Tryna make love in a Sprinter
Quick to drop a nigga like Kemba
Lookin’ like a right swipe on Tinder
Shit on these hoes
Letting my wrist on these hoes
Now I look down on these bitches
I feel like I’m stilts on these hoes
Forgive everybody right now
I’m the man, got cake by the pound
Go down, heat it up, don’t drown
Left the keys in the boat, how it sound
I got that gushy
Yeah that’s a fact but I’ve never been pussy
I’ve been that bitch since pajamas with footies
Won every P, and I’m still a rookie
I gotta work on my anger
Might kill a bitch with my fingers
I gotta stay outta Gucci
I’m finna run outta hangers
Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer?
I’m busting racks in a Bentley Bentayga
Ride through your hood like "Bitch, I’m the mayor!"
You not my bitch, then bitch you are done

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Shawty ain’t nothing to a rich nigga
I put a check on a bitch nigga
Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga
Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas
Diamonds on me, whats the price? (price)
I’m not getting invite with the hype (hype)
I’m too rich to get into a fight (too rich)
Fifty racks got my jeans fitting tight
Pay that price and them boys come and wipe ya
We had to dispose of the diaper
Yeah we trap every week, every night
Word my movie too smooth, no indictments (hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightning (light)
Fifty-seven ninety in this Breitling
When I got a mil I got excited
For the cash I’ma turn to Michael Myers
Baguettes keep dripping, dropping (drip)
My wrist all liquid watches (watch)
Told a bitch "Jump on my dick and pop it" (yea)
Get a little bitch a deposit (yea)

[Chorus: Cardi B]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

[Refrain: Offset]
Bitch you a thot, ain’t trickin’ (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my wrist, and it’s glistenin’ (drip, drip)
The bitch got mad, I dissed her (hey)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Takeoff
Came through drippin’, I ain’t never slippin’ I’m a pimp
Fuckin’ with a quarter million nigga, what a feelin’
Abort the mission, nigga, let me tellin
Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly
Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willie
Came through drippin’, spillin’
Walkin’ with the bag
Tryna get all my niggas a milli, stack it to the ceilin’
Shootin’ at civilians
I’m the one dealin’, I could make a killin’
Bags, can you smell her when I Vac-seal it?
Fly nigga throw it up, don’t care about your feelings
Ooh, what is this? What you wearin’ I be drippin’ (what)
Cal Ripken’s hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (uh, huh)
The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy
When she leave with me, I’ma fly her back to the city

[Verse 4: Quavo]
Go get the bag on a day off (racks)
Got get the rings out the playoffs (rings)
Pasadena’s a bake off
Fuck on her, then she get laid off (smash)
Big boy 2’s, make-o (make-o)
Make a bitch down with a draco
Walkin’ with the cheese, that’s queso
That’s Huncho, fuck a Rodeo
Private jet, we don’t do layover (whew)
One call, I’m having your bae over (brr)
Walk out the spot with a makeover (woah)
Got her addicted to payover (addicted)

[Chorus: Cardi B & Offset]
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Came through drippin’ (drip drip)
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin’ (ice)

KILLY – Pray For Me Lyrics

[Chorus]
Live as a king, die your head cut off
Thugs gon’ sing when the shot sets off
Too many prayin’ on my downfall
Too many prayin’ on my downfall
Live as a king, die your head cut off
The thugs gon’ sing when the shot sets off
Too many prayin’ on my downfall
Too many prayin’ on my downfall (yeah yeah yeah)

[Verse]
Hop out the Viper, split the crowd like messiah
I rock designer, yeah, what
Might cut her off like a tyrant
Killy Don Dada (what? yeah yeah yeah)
Call the shots, say shut up (shut up, yeah)
Jewelry, water, huh, DC diamonds, yeah
I just seen my future in the scroll (hey hey hey)
Perkies and the cribs, he sold his soul (yeah)
I can’t sell somethin’ I never owned (hey hey hey)
They want see my gun be set in stone (what, yeah)
If I play that game I never lost (never lost)
Hold up (wait), Hellcat (foreign), burn the tires (skrrt)
Mask on, mask off, Michael Myers (yeah, hey hey)
Might retire (what?), who’s that, you a liar (yeah)
Who’s that? Killy just woke up in new bag (yeah)
Chain on me shine like a treasure chest
Woke up, I said get a new bag (hey)
I want the new Jag (Jag)
Gettin’ money, it’s evident
Snakes in the grass and they venemous
Either you prey or a predator

[Chorus]
Live as a king, die your head cut off
The thugs gon’ sing when the shot sets off
Too many prayin’ on my downfall
Too many prayin’ on my downfall
I said pray for me, will you pray for me?
I said pray for me, will you pray for me?
I said pray for me, will you pray for me?
I said pray for me, will you pray for me?

[Outro]
(What?) bumpin’ these bills, call it tolerance (what?)
All of these rules, I’m intolerant (hey)
Three pics, see me and start doggin’ it
Had to stop by and just talk to her (yeah yeah)
Throwin’ these bands like a tomahawk (yeah)
No open discussion, didn’t talk a lot (talk)
They live for one night like a travel lodge (yeah)
Igniting my city like Molotov (yeah yeah)

Young Jeezy – Cold Summer (feat. Tee Grizzley)

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 1]
Got it snowin’ in the city I’m bout to change the weather
So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seen feathers
So many pussies hating on me, I just want the love
Hottest niggas in the city me and Mr. Rug
Young niggas paper’d up that’s straight from water whippin’
Hey, between me and you the wrong trippin’
Two 50 in my pocket, I’m a walking lick
Went crazy at the lot bitch I’m a lunatic
My nigga Blu got secrets he will never tell
Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale
Indicator like I’m Mike, I’m fucking around with Jody
One time for raw, seen it at my fucking wardie
One time for Ross go tell ’em free the goat
Tell him in the 305, bitch I’m in on a boat
Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White
[?] on wheels and they all white

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Hit that cookie money on my Oakland shit
40 on a nigga I blow this bitch
When I shoot I don’t miss or I net that bitch
Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch
Too much money on me, bring that firepower
Knife on the chopper they think that Michael Myers got ’em
The rap fold I’ma go platinum still
Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills
I’m from Detroit, baby that’s a wild city
Hop on to that block party give the crowd 50
Aye Dex, when I hear that huh I know I hit it
I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin’
Pay and Peezy let’s come together this our city
Jeezy in the A, you fuck with Meech that’s our nigga
Rest in Peace to Great Lake Ruler Darnell Lindsay
Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyard Grizzley

[Hook]
Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze
It just touched down all you gotta do is sell
And if they gon’ ask you question, bitch you better not tell
I’m ’bout to
A couple bad tens and they all light skinned
[?] how you comin’ down [?]
Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer

No flag – London on the Track lyrics

Lyrics London on the Track – No flag

Woah, Woah
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, Woahhh
Uh, Young Money.(no flag)

Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma b*tching, but she still be f*cking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker
I got her bent over, finna f*ck her, f*ck her
Them boys police them niggas undercover
Lil’ b*tch that pus*y so dry you finna break the rubber
I done took a nigga life and I’ll take another.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all niggas hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag.

Offset
We can not throw in the towel
Niggas’ll gun you down
You better moo like a cow
Niggas’ll shoot up the crowd
Dressed in all black like a trial
These niggas will run in your house
f*cking a thot in her mouth
I Dolcegabbana my couch
Big ballin’ s**t, rap game what we talkin’ ’bout
b*tch sucking d*ck for the fame, get the f*ck out
Got me a Perc’
Sip me some syrup
I’m tripping the f*ck out
Send me the skkrt
Send in a merc and he get knocked out
Shawty so bad versuri-lyrics.info
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn’t even ask
I just wanna smash so b*tch bending over
I pray I don’t crash
I’m sippin’ on Act’ so b*tch I can’t focus
I cut ’em off fast
I go get the bad then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I’m fine you dine
Eat the b*tch, she wine and dine
I f*ck her she whine and crying
But when it get live, you niggas ain’t down to ride
Your niggas ’bout it? Doubt it
My niggas turn to Michael Myers.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags.

Lil’ b*tch I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me
These b*tches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
I’m a white picket fence b*tch, you a on the bench b*tch
See me in the gym now these b*tches wanna go bench press
I ain’t f*cking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name you can get some ill press
That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
b*tches is finito, I call my car Rico
Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a d*ck, I would make all you b*tches deep throat.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flagsss.
London on the Track lyrics
Video flag

Young Thug – Tomorrow ‘Til Infinity Lyrics

[Intro]
(Hope I see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow)
I’m the black Christian Gray, you know what I’m sayin’
(I wanna be you, tomorrow)
I got fifty shades of baes with me, fifty different bitches
Yeah!
(I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow)

[Verse 1]
I know you act right, right
I got three bitches on a slide
I put some Forgis on my ride
Me and my dawgs headed to the sky
Cloud nine calling me
Couple bad bitches too
I got mine on me
Listen to them digits, ooh
Feet up, baby girl, let’s live
PJ money yeah, bae let’s go on a limb
Two racks for my shoes, my Jimmy Choos
My bitch in Chanel, pity the fool
I got Chanel on my socks, silk and Versace her crotch
Ben and Jerry, gotta eat her ice cream
I came from pillow to post
Ice in my bag, my back on froze
Penthouse home, Chicago
Yeah, that’s my second home
I’m Atlanta though
I just got back home
I got my money now
Tat my reals, hillstone

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna see tomorrow
I’m tryna see tomorrow
Let’s fly away
Long time, ain’t late
I was speed racing, ayy

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Verse 2]
I’m ’bout to buy you your own ride
I don’t need you involved in homicides
[?] weave in case you think you fried
I’m ’bout to fuck this ho outside
Horses make my three-wheeler slide
Actavis gang ’til I, die
Shawty was weak, oh-oh (gangbangers)
Shawty was weak, oh-oh
Hold up, money is the reason I arrived
Bitch, I keep a knife like Michael Myers
I was ’bout to stab ’em thirty times like porcupines
But I got the rainbow diamonds on like Mike ‘n’ Ikes

[Interlude]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Outro]
I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow

Young Thug – Tomorrow Til Infinity (Beautiful Thugger Girls Album)

[Intro]
(Hope I see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow)
I’m the black Christian Gray, you know what I’m sayin’
(I wanna be you, tomorrow)
I got fifty shades of baes with me, fifty different bitches
Yeah!
(I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow)

[Verse 1]
I know you act right, right
I got three bitches on a slide
I put some Forgis on my ride
Me and my dawgs headed to the sky
Cloud nine calling me
Couple bad bitches too
I got mine on me
Listen to them digits, ooh
Feet up, baby girl, let’s live
PJ money yeah, bae let’s go on a limb
Two racks for my shooter, my Jimmy Choo
My bitch in Chanel, pity the fool
I got Chanel on my socks, silk and Versace her crotch
Ben and Jerry, gotta eat her ice cream
I came from pillow to post
Ice in my bag, my back on froze
Penthouse home, Chicago
Yeah, my second home
I’m in that limo
I just got back home
I got my money now
Tat my reals, hillstone

[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna see tomorrow
I’m tryna see tomorrow
Let’s fly away
Long time, ain’t late
I was speed racing, ayy

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Verse 2]
I’m ’bout to buy you your own ride
I don’t need you involved in homicides
[?] weave in case you think you fried
I’m ’bout to fuck this ho outside
Horses make my three-wheeler slide
Actavis gang ’til I, die
Shawty was weak, oh-oh (gangbangers)
Shawty was weak, oh-oh
Hold up, money is the reason I arrived
Bitch, I keep a knife like Michael Myers
I was ’bout to stab ’em thirty times like porcupines
But I got the rainbow diamonds on like Mike ‘n’ Ikes

[Interlude]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you right, right, right
But I’m tired of try-y-ying
No matter what you gotta stay by my side
Right or wrong, you better ride or die
‘Til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity, ’til infinity
Ride, ride, ride, ’til infinity

[Outro]
I want you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
I’m tryna see you, tomorrow
Tomorrow

Young Dolph – Drop It Off (feat. Migos) (Gelato Album)

[Intro: Young Dolph & Quavo]
Yeah yeah it’s Dolph, Migos

[Hook: Quavo & Young Dolph]
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors gon’ tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
Clientele jumpin’ think I’m on to somethin’
I never had nothin’, that’s why I’m always stuntin’ (yea)
My right hand man was there when nobody wasn’t
You ever seen three million in cash nigga, in all hundreds
Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care of your family then you’re my type of nigga
I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) [?] Can’t do nothing with a broke hoe
Can’t trust a nigga cause where I come from they cut throat
You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one)
If it ain’t bout big money, then I ain’t who you lookin’ for

[Hook: Young Dolph & Quavo]
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that’s real talk
This for my niggas get them birds off
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting money wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors gon’ tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

[Verse 2: Quavo, Takeoff, & Offset]
Colossal, Gelato
Neighbors knockin’ at my door, ask what’s that loud smell? (Cookie)
Draco, aimin’ at my peephole (peephole)
Ain’t bout no violence, they gon’ tell, quick to call 12
Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin’ the raw, shells
He poppin’ that lame shit
The chopper shoot like it’s a ball player
Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
I bet I turn em to waste
I keep the fire, Michael Myers
I’m in the dark, connivin’
Bombin’, Osama Bin Laden
Under the ground plottin’
Smokin’ on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)
When I’m with Dolph we divin’
Slippery diamonds slidin’

[Hook: Quavo & Young Dolph]
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors gon’ tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

Drop it off – Young Dolph feat. Migos lyrics

Lyrics Young Dolph – Drop it off

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad b*tch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell
I gotta put you down by my clientele.(drop it off)

Clientele jumpin’ think I’m on to somethin’
I never had nothin’, that’s why I’m always stuntin’
My right hand man was .. when nobody wasn’t
You ever seen three million in cash nigga, in all hundreds
Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care of your family then you’re my type of nigga
I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) .. Can’t do nothing with a broke hoe
Can’t trust a nigga cause where I come from they cut throat
You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one)
If it ain’t bout big money, then I ain’t who you lookin’ for.

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that’s real talk
This for my niggas get them birds off
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting money wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele.

Colasso, Gelato
Neighbors knockin’ at my door askin’ what’s that loud smell? (Cookie)
Draco, aimin’ at my peephole (peephole)
Ain’t bout no violence, they gon’ tell, quick to call 12
Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin’ the raw, shells
He poppin’ that lame shit
The chopper shoot like it’s a ball player
Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
I bet I turn em to waste
I keep the fire, Michael Myers
I’m in the dark, connivin’
Osama Bin Laden, under the ground plottin’
Smokin’ on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)
When I’m with Dolph we slidin’.

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad b*tch in my car, takin’ her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeahhh yeahhh)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I’m havin’ too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clienteleee.(drop it off)
Young Dolph lyrics
Video off

Joe Budden – Serious lyrics

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
Man, y’all done gone and did it, well come on with it
The fifth got a kick, but won’t slip, I rubber gripped it
Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I’m double-gifted
Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin’
Ask about your boy, they’ll tell you I’m not the fella
Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella
I guess it’s in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out
Man, let these nigga’s reach, I’m Iverson with the blow out
Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show ’em what Joe ’bout
Give ’em the green light, well fuck it, where we even goin’ now?
Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke ’bout
Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin’ in Sos’ house
Ghost Town
Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand
Got bad news, sit ’em down, nah, nigga take a stand
Dirty crackheads run up on you, “What you was sayin’, man?”
It’s lights out, won’t even take a bath, ha
[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Interlude]
You dick-faced ass nigga’s asked for it so… here they come

[Verse 2: Joe Budden + Joell Ortiz]
No matter where they from I disappeared and dump
No choice but to swear they dumb, but we’re not dumb
I’m on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun
I’m on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y’all run
Guess it’s begun, get the private jet, pilot set
Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it’s no survivors left
‘Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum
Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin’ like Das EFX
I pay no mind to the talkin’ ’til it’s a heightened threat
Never baby nigga’s with envy to give me my respect
I eject bullets from rifles wearin’ a sniper vest
Find your body OTC, you’re like a Prilosec
Y’all won’t even hear me comin’, Michael Myers’ steps
Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin’ ’til no tires left
Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion’s breath
I love new toys, so I invest

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

Joe Budden – Serious (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
Man, y’all done gone and did it, well come on with it
The fifth got a kick, but won’t slip, I rubber gripped it
Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I’m double-gifted
Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin’
Ask about your boy, they’ll tell you I’m not the fella
Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella
I guess it’s in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out
Man, let these nigga’s reach, I’m Iverson with the blow out
Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show ’em what Joe ’bout
Give ’em the green light, well fuck it, where we even goin’ now?
Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke ’bout
Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin’ in Sos’ house
Ghost Town
Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand
Got bad news, sit ’em down, nah, nigga take a stand
Dirty crackheads run up on you, "What you was sayin’, man?"
It’s lights out, won’t even take a bath, ha
[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Interlude]
You dick-faced ass nigga’s asked for it so… here they come

[Verse 2: Joe Budden + Joell Ortiz]
No matter where they from I disappeared and dump
No choice but to swear they dumb, but we’re not dumb
I’m on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun
I’m on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y’all run
Guess it’s begun, get the private jet, pilot set
Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it’s no survivors left
‘Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum
Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin’ like Das EFX
I pay no mind to the talkin’ ’til it’s a heightened threat
Never baby nigga’s with envy to give me my respect
I eject bullets from rifles wearin’ a sniper vest
Find your body OTC, you’re like a Prilosec
Y’all won’t even hear me comin’, Michael Myers’ steps
Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin’ ’til no tires left
Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion’s breath
I love new toys, so I invest

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho