Cdot Honcho – Anti

[Hook]
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in some anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit
And I’m with a anti boring bitch
Foreign shit, Run up catch a anti short clip
Better be on anti smoke shit
Fo’nem on anti joke shit
You not like me we can’t hang together
I make it rain you can’t change the weather
She think she cold I could make her better
I keep a roll I could get whateva
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in sum anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit

[Verse 1]
Aye bitch, respect it
Run in yo shit like I’m athletic
Wasn’t up in there you pathetic
She want me in her like genetics
Paint that bitch face like a cosmetic
He really a hoe I could detect it
I might pull on yo shit let you collect it
You see them dots let you connect it bitch
Them fuckboys behind me know I left em
Leave em behind me can’t fuck wit them
Rather crack open PT’s I blow cheddar
Need my money, I repeat I blow cheddar
Raf Simmons Y3 me and Margiela
Audi fishtailing try race it you know better boy
You know this wood ain’t gone rotate this to the face you should know better
We not the same this ain’t yo era bitch

[Hook]
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in some anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit
And I’m with a anti boring bitch
Foreign shit, Run up catch a anti short clip
Better be on anti smoke shit
Fo’nem on anti joke shit
You not like me we can’t hang together
I make it rain you can’t change the weather
She think she cold I could make her better
I keep a roll I could get whateva
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in sum anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit

[Verse 2]
Olympic ring all on my car keys
For breakfast I might do hibachi steak
I figured out why they trying to stop me
I’m taking home plates and ain’t none of them ate
Foreign too fast I call em graffiti they spray up the site and peel like paint
All in yo ass like a bikini
You better start thinkin before you go hate (true story)
My lil bitch stay with a new story
I told her just slide with a new shorty
New hater red lasers on new 40s
Get handled news channel a new story
Niggas know I’m anti fuck shit
Better be on anti tough shit
I done seen so much, I can’t trust shit
I done leaned too much, I can’t function, aye

[Hook]
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in some anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit
And I’m with a anti boring bitch
Foreign shit, run up catch a anti short clip
Better be on anti smoke shit
Fo’nem on anti joke shit
You not like me we can’t hang together
I make it rain you can’t change the weather
She think she cold I could make her better
I keep a roll I could get whateva
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in sum anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit

Rick Ross – Super Freaky (Black Jack Album)

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
And I got two bitches on me freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
And I got two bitches and they’re freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She just topped me down that shit was deep
Now she tryna call another freak
Hit that jam squad Sam Sneak
That’s your ho? Well she with me oh
Know you see these bands, what you gon’ do for me?
I say fuck your man, what you gon’ do for me?
Aces in New York, it got the super freaks
I can’t go in there I already knew them freaks
Won’t tell nobody what you do for me
I ain’t paying shawty, this what you gon’ do for free
What you do for free
Four bitches, two for you and I got two for me
Shawty is you super freaky
Cause tonight I need a three way

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
And I got two bitches on me freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
And I got two bitches and they’re freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Know you see these bands, what you gon’ do for me?
I say fuck your man, what you gon’ do for me?

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Couple million in cash it got me on some different shit
Walk in the booty club just for the shrimp and grits
Bitches staring at us like we super stars
The gangstas on the wall they all salute the gods
Lamborghini doors and rose gold Audemars
Middle of the dance floor and she snorting raw
All my accountants are held accountable
Had my suite for eight months tucked in the Fountaine Bleue
Just got my green bitch a green Chanel bag
Over 60 G’s and never seen a sales tag
I pull a yacht out in the summer time
Can brag about the houses in another rhyme, boss

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
And I got two bitches on me freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
And I got two bitches and they’re freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Know you see these bands, what you gon’ do for me?
I say fuck your man, what you gon’ do for me?

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
Got the head three times cause she’s super freaky
Had to hit the V Live for the super freaks
Head to G5 for the super freak
PT’s out in Hialeah super freaking
Studio 23, I’m out with Vito
Then i hit up Golden Boy, he got the freak hoes
Fuck a bougie bitch, I need a super freak
Down to eat McDonalds, we don’t do Phillipes
Fuck me the first night, you super freaking
Magnums on me, I’m not going out like Eazy
Bird call only for the freaks
Bird call only for the freaks

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
And I got two bitches on me freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
And I got two bitches and they’re freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Know you see these bands, what you gon’ do for me?
I say fuck your man, what you gon’ do for me?

Tory Lanez – Super Freak (feat. Rick Ross) (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
And I got two bitches on me freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
And I got two bitches and they’re freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She just topped me down that shit was deep
Now she tryna call another freak
Hit that jam squad Sam Sneak
That’s your ho? Well she with me oh
Know you see these bands, what you gon’ do for me?
I say fuck your man, what you gon’ do for me?
Aces in New York, it got the super freaks
I can’t go in there I already knew them freaks
Won’t tell nobody what you do for me
I ain’t paying shawty, this what you gon’ do for free
What you do for free
Four bitches, two for you and I got two for me
Shawty is you super freaky
Cause tonight I need a three way

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
And I got two bitches on me freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
And I got two bitches and they’re freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Know you see these bands, what you gon’ do for me?
I say fuck your man, what you gon’ do for me?

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Couple million in cash it got me on some different shit
Walk in the booty club just for the shrimp and grits
Bitches staring at us like we super stars
The gangstas on the wall they all salute the gods
Lamborghini doors and rose gold Audemars
Middle of the dance floor and she snorting raw
All my accountants are held accountable
Had my suite for eight months tucked in the Fountaine Bleue
Just got my green bitch a green Chanel bag
Over 60 G’s and never seen a sales tag
I pull a yacht out in the summer time
Can brag about the houses in another rhyme, boss

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
And I got two bitches on me freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
And I got two bitches and they’re freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Know you see these bands, what you gon’ do for me?
I say fuck your man, what you gon’ do for me?

[Verse 3: Tory Lanez]
Got the head three times cause she’s super freaky
Had to hit the V Live for the super freaks
Head to G5 for the super freak
PT’s out in Hialeah super freaking
Studio 23, I’m out with Vito
Then i hit up Golden Boy, he got the freak hoes
Fuck a bougie bitch, I need a super freak
Down to eat McDonalds, we don’t do Phillipes
Fuck me the first night, you super freaking
Magnums on me, I’m not going out like Eazy
Bird call only for the freaks
Bird call only for the freaks

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
And I got two bitches on me freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
And I got two bitches and they’re freaky
You can’t bring her home to mama, she too freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Super, super, super, super, freaky
Know you see these bands, what you gon’ do for me?
I say fuck your man, what you gon’ do for me?

Gucci Mane – Bales (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
Yeah (yeah)
Woo (woo)
Can you hear me now?
Gucci, Wizop
Bangladesh

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

[Verse 1]
A hundred bales on the floor
Let’s have a marijuana war
Sellin’ this gas, countin’ this cash
Fuck, it’s 12 at the door
So many plants in this bitch it look like I live on a farm
So many lamps in this bitch it look like I’m trying to build a bomb
Me and my shooter, back of the Uber
Pull up with Buddha, that’s how we maneuver
If we don’t know ya, then we can’t serve ya
If you don’t pay me, then we gonna shoot ya
Gucci got 500 bags of OG’s and shit
Y’all niggas selling QP’s and shit
Got percs, loaded tabs, and PT’s and shit
And a nigga so rich, he don’t need this shit

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

[Verse 2]
Call me anything, but don’t call the cops on me
I fly private because I got the blocks on me
Check the trailer trunk, got a crop on me
I got a cartel kingpin watch on me
Sellin’ more weed than dispensaries
Broke niggas don’t make sense to me
So many mexicans bringing in the tree for me
I think Trump trying to build a fuckin’ fence for me
Pink diamonds on my ring, stick my finger in her pussy
Big Guwop, I’m the bully of the bully
Got bales of the cookie, well connected with the [?]
Not the [?], not the [?], now you lookin’ like a junkie
You an errand boy, I’m gonna treat you like a flunkie
And I ain’t from [?], but I been gettin’ money
You a small time nigga and you still gettin’ fronted
I’m across the street nigga, send the weed cross country

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

Quavo – Shine

[Intro]
Migo!
Cinco!
QC!

[Hook]
Migo and Cinco need ’bout 50 PT
The way she eat that molly she think it luigini
All these cameras on we in the spotlight
Most of these niggas they’ll do anything for the spotlight
Most of these niggas they’ll do anything for the spotlight
These niggas would take yo’ life for the spotlight
Gotta keep me a pocket rocket with the red light
My momma told me they will turn on you for the spotlight

[Verse]
My momma told me they will turn on me
If I didn’t listen it was all on me
Some of the niggas I didn’t, some of the niggas I did
If you niggas didn’t wanna see you when you hit yo’ friend
Not at all
Grown up, had to fight these niggas like Steven Seagal
You play with me now and I’mma shoot yo’ head off
Cinco gotta make the call
Just for the spotlight I know niggas would knock you off
Quit lookin’ at my life, get yo’ mind right
Versace my eyesight, I’m lookin a lot like
Not you
Is a nigga mad ’cause the spotlight not on you?
I’m killin’ the game ’cause my momma she told me to

[Hook]
Migo and Cinco need ’bout 50 PT
The way she eat that molly she think it luigini
All these cameras on we in the spotlight
Most of these niggas they’ll do anything for the spotlight
Most of these niggas they’ll do anything for the spotlight
These niggas would take yo’ life for the spotlight
Gotta keep me a pocket rocket with the red light
My momma told me they will turn on you for the spotlight