Kodak Black – Brand New Glizzy

[Verse]
I just bought a new Glock, cost me three fifty
I used to let these niggas down so I sleep with it
I be tryna chase my dreams but I be fighting demons
My Glock got a dick, I even pee with it
It’s a XD, boy don’t test me
Do your homework, or I beat with it
I get reckless nigga
I don’t leave my team waiting
I ain’t no selfish nigga so my whole team winning
And I ain’t rescuing no hoe, I’m a keep pimpin’
I ain’t Superman, I ain’t savin’ you
I just dropped a album, Project Baby Two
I got a son now, my little baby two
I got snakes in my gucci, I’m a Python
I got snakes in my closet but not in my yard
Snakes on my collarbone but not in my lando
Doing fraud, I heard that money good in Colorado
A new Glock that’s a nine, Rajon Rondo
Every show I do now look like the Apollo
Shawty said she love me
Project baby pull up on a nigga no Huggie
Put my BM in my BM used to drive a pump baby
Kodak Bock I don’t milly rock, I don’t dougie
Yah, going up, talk with Nene
Kodak Bock I don’t do the nay-nay
You will never catch me tryna dab
I be posted on the slab, selling slab
I just bought a new Glock, generation four
Remember eating hot cheetos with sweet n low
Hot sauce but my leg is chill, eating rice with honey
Got me reminiscing ’bout my life when I ain’t had no money
Just drunk a whole fifth, smoked a ounce of weed
I left stems in it, but I threw away the seeds
Almost threw away my life
I threw away the glove but I kept the ski
Thugging with my res on
I’m on house arrest but I won’t be home
I’m running through ya hoes, running in ya door
Got me running through this door like chain on eskimos
I’m grippin’ on my tool, I won’t let it go
I can’t keep my cool, I won’t let it snow
Free my nigga locked up, eating sloppy joe
Probably playing spades, probably playing dominoes
My gun ain’t on safety, I won’t play with you
So I advise you find you something safe to do
Cause I keep the fire on and I got a firearm
If you run up on me, nigga flaming you
Cause I got a [?] gotta make em choose
On top of that, I got a son, my little baby two
I just bought a new wraith and it’s baby blue
I just got me a brand new glizzy
And I put a green bean in it

Wi$e – Black Magic

oah, spazzin’
Yeah, yeah, aight
Black magic
Moved to the A then a nigga started rappin’ (facts)
Niggas wonder how it happened
Told a bad bitch take a picture, what a savage
Woah, neck on gold, nose ring full of carats
Uh, blow it out the sunroof, nigga gettin’ careless
Yeah, dick her down good, now she wanna wear my necklace
Uh, know she love a nigga, feel her friends getting jealous
Joint full of lettuce, got a bad ho, want to take her out to Paris
So I took her out to Paris
Got good head, still never met her parents
Nah, never meet the parents
Tried to play a nigga, shawty ended up embarrassed
Uh, told her day one bitch don’t get embarrassed
Bitch don’t get embarrassed
Neck look like marmalade
Told her come get me, yeah andale, andale
Had to skip work ’cause I thought I was underpaid
Mama looked at me like what would your father say?
Yeah, she drinkin’ LSA
Fuckin’ his daughter, she treat me like father’s day
Woah, made me get even, her friend had some shit to say, nah
Don’t hit my line, who the fuck are you anyway?
Fucked her then bounce, don’t do the fade away
Facts, do a bitch cold then I put it on wax, yeah
Thought you knew game but I’ll show you the ropes
You still think I’m a joke?
Bitch you wonder how it happened
Told that bitch it’s black magic

[Chorus]
Yeah, black magic
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Damn, that’s tragic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Yeah, black magic
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Damn, that’s tragic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic

[Verse 2]
Pronto, need it pronto
Hit my nigga Tiggy, watch him pull up in a Bronco
Two chicks, need the combo
Catch ’em backstage, tell ’em pull up at the condo
Gone, where’s Waldo
Dish ’em to my nigga like I’m Rajon Rondo
Cop car, mind blown
Had to put the gas in the console
Uh, whip it like Django
Real cool nigga but they know I don’t play though
Damn, so much for my playbook
But I been grinding since I ran out the gate though
Hell nah it ain’t safe bro
You niggas dead when I say so
I want the bread and the queso
Thought about signing but I heard you niggas pay slow
Top five nigga, case closed
Too fly, had to change clothes
Nose diamond and my neck gold
Livin’ nigga but I’m too cold
Had to step back off of G code
Giving niggas game like cheat codes
Got a full house on my lease slow
Still ran it back like beast mode

[Chorus]
Yeah, black magic
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Damn, that’s tragic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic
Yeah, black magic
Way more sauce than a nigga could imagine
Damn, that’s tragic
So much sauce, seen a nigga stop traffic

L2B – Home lyrics

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene,
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone.
I’m tryna pull up in something you aint never seen,
While riding through my city feeling right at home,
I let ’em know, I hold it down,
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down.

[Verse 1]
I’m from New Haven City, I don’t have another home,
I be chillin’ right by Yale, next to Skull and Bones.
Come along with me to see a real artist in his zone,
Alone, in his own mind, trying to write another song,
Hypnotized by the music whenever it comes on,
Hardworking and talented, I kill two birds with one stone,
Making sure my story will never go untold,
Let the drama unfold ’cause my heart has gone cold,
First place reservation, got that spot on hold,
If she can hold a conversation and she’s hot, I’m sold.
Something like Midas, everything I touch turns gold,
I don’t slow down, keep it moving like I’m on the run though.
Got used to ballin’ out, like Rajon Rondo,
Me and the team going all out, tell me where’d the time go?
It aint nothing, got a problem, have it handled pronto,
End your career with one song, you’ll be another John Doe.

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene,
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone.
I’m tryna pull up in something you aint never seen,
While riding through my city feeling right at home,
I let ’em know, I hold it down,
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down.

[Verse 2]
Man, the rap game lacks originality these days,
All these songs sound the same, talking about
Stealing your chick, and being rich,
It’s as if they got nothing else to say,
It’s hard to differentiate these dudes when
They’re all doing their best impression of Drake.
The styles repetitive, I mean how much can we take?
Most of you rappers sound dumb,
There’s not much more I can say.
I’m such a perfectionist with this, I can’t afford a mistake,
So I’m here to inform you that I’m more than a basic artist,
I’m already great.
I’m sick of corny rappers acting like you’re leading the way.
Ya’ll aint leading shit,
Lead the way in the kitchen and make me a PB & J.
They say Kendrick Lamar set the bar for being lyrical huh?
When really he stands out ’cause every other rapper you hear sucks.
Lyrics, I don’t hear much. Talent, I don’t hear enough,
Your music only sounds bearable while I’m wearing ear plugs.
It’s hysterical, my style is incomparable, plus,
I just care way too much to let all you wack rappers “Turn up!”

[Hook]
I’m prolly faded when I hit the scene,
Please don’t disturb me while I’m in my zone.
I’m tryna pull up in something you aint never seen,
While riding through my city feeling right at home,
I let ’em know, I hold it down,
Hold it down, hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down,
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down
I hold it down, hold it down,
Hold it down, down, down.