BlocBoy JB – Nike Swoosh (feat. YG) lyrics

[Intro: BlocBoy JB]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Hah, hah, hah

[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
Ayy we gon’ pull up with them sticks and make ’em lay down (and make ’em lay down)
I got a Glock, it got a dick, and I’ma spray now (graow baow)
That nigga talkin’ like a bitch, ayy what you say now? (word, word)
And I just put fifty up in a lil K round (K round)
Gun to your mouth, tell me what you gon’ say now bitch (say now)
Ooh, I just spent fifty on jewels (ooh)
Ooh, you know I ball like Caillou (Caillou)
Poof, put a nigga ass on the news (news)
Shoot, then I make a song called Shoot (shoot)
Ice on my wrist and it cost ’bout a coupe (word)
I fuck your bitch and I drop her like oops (that’s on my mama)
Oops, I just dropped her like oops (oops)
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh (let’s do it)
These niggas, I call ’em Twitter the Tiger (tiger)
You are not a hitter you a typewriter (you a typewriter)
I’ma spark a nigga like a big lighter (big lighter)
Smash on your bitch, that’s a one-nighter (one-nighter)
I’d rather get jumped before I start running (running)
Hit the dash cuz, don’t you see the cops comin’? (they comin’)
We gone (gone), I was on the block late night servin’ cones (cones)
Y’all was in house when the streetlight came on (that’s on my mama)
You know my TY with the chrome (word)
He on the t-rike, he got roam (yeah, yeah)
Hundred fuckin’ shots at his dome (yeah yeah yeah)

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Oops, I just dropped her like oops
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Oops, I just dropped her like oops
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh

[Verse 2: YG]
400, uh, uh
Down, said it go down down down, said it go down down down
You flex on the ‘Gram, how?
You don’t trap, you ain’t flip fifty pounds, wow (uh-oh)
Deuce deuce twenty-five, thirty-eight, forty Glock, four-five
My gun game got style, uh
Niggas know I’m down to slide, double homicide
Do a nigga foul (400)
Keep the Glock cocked, I’m first to start bustin’
You swear you a shooter, I swear I saw you runnin’
You TD ain’t turnt down, niggas can’t tell me nothin’
You ain’t lit bitch, shut up and start fuckin’
Ooh, I had to ice out the crew, ooh
I had to fuck with the blue, ooh
BlocBoy, YG in a coupe, ooh
What’s the color of the car? suuwoop
Red and blue come together, that’s a zoo, ooh
Go against the gang, that’s a lose, ooh
Man y’all lil niggas got somethin’ to prove, ooh
What you learn at high school, shoot
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, bitch I got the juice
Ooh, ooh, ooh, bitch I had a shootout, bitch, it made the news
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah that right there it put me in the mood
Ooh, ooh, ooh, don’t get shot bitch, touchin’ my jewels

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Oops, I just dropped her like oops
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Oops, I just dropped her like oops
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh
Baby let’s do it like Nike Swoosh

TYGA – Move To L.A lyrics

You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Now, [?] be the man, wanna see you doin’ good
I don’t wanna get rich, leave you in the hood
Girl, in my eyes, you the baddest
The reason why I love you
You don’t like me, kill my status
I see you livin’ average, I’d be offended
If they see you with me, they gon’ wanna take pictures
Bitch so bad, I hope they get your face in it
I’m just tryna Jay Leno, you know, stay up late with you
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
Get you a condo and a new Benz
Bad girl, bad girl, baddest girl
Eatin’ Whole Foods but ya got a fatty, girl
She call me lil daddy, she a daddy’s girl
I let her breathe, whoo
Then I tell her, “Get back at it, girl”

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Verse 2: Tyga & Ty Dolla $ign]
Hey mama, won’t you come to T [?]
Keep you in Chanel ’cause the devil wear Prada
In the Maybach, then I smoke the cigara
You should move to L.A., I think I see your baby father
Here go the number to mi casa
Crib like Pablo, I got the whole enchilada
Once you pop in, it ain’t no stoppin’
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Take you on tour, I can tell you was meant for me
If they ask who your man, you should mention me
I throw a chain on you, then make you sing for me
And you like to smoke when you drink and we be frustrated, oh baby
When our signals get crossed, I hate it
‘Cause the more you treat me royal, I adore you
That’s why I don’t mind doing all these things for you
It’s only right we spend our lonely nights
In the ‘Rari down Sunset, revving them pipes
I ain’t T.I. but you get whatever you like
TY, he get you the keys tonight
Just get on your flight

[Chorus Ty Dolla $ign]
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
‘Cause I ain’t here to play with you
Baby, you gon’ get this work
Yeah, baby you gon’ get this 9 to 5
5 to 9 and overtime
Yeah, you know it’s only right
Uh, you know it’s only right

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & Tyga]
Know it’s only right
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
9 to 5, 5 to 9, all the time
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend
You should move to L.A. with your best friend

Section Boyz – Lock Arff (At The O2 Arena London) (Live)

Yo, what them know about lock arff?
Wah? Road get lock arff
Face get chop arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Everyting lock arff
What them know about lock arff?
Ayo likkle man
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Rifle a pop arff
‘Nough gyal get wuk arff
Unnu take unnu top arff
This about fi get lock arff
Man, war is war
Bro got the keys for the cyar
Bro got the sweets for the star
Man a rise and pop arff
Man’s champy get buss arff
That’s a shutdown lock arff
Man’s side road block arff
Man’ll knock your block arff
Bro took that top arff
There ain’t no time for no stop arffs
Mad brassiere get pop arff
Man a rise and pop arff
Fuck what you heard
Bro, man are real life shotta
Call up for a bird
Amni’s coming in proper
Four door swerve, skrrr skrrr, skrrr
Bang, road lock lock arff
Long nose ting with the two shells
You can see the front bit bruck arff
Still up in the streets, still up in the pay
No rave tryna make papers
Still up on my knees before I do street
And pray God make some changes
But I see them haters hating
And tell a man fuck arff
And I ring trap when I do road
I don’t need top up
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Everyting lock arff
Trap line pop arff
Funny boy, haha
She give me hmm now, uh uh
Gyal’s always tun so tun it
Before the man run arff
Phone ish matic for the matic
Everything lock arff
120 on the modes
In the German, better hashtag #Russian scratch car
Do it for my brother or mama
My white friend said that it’s pucker
Bro in the kitchen whipping Chris Tucker
I ain’t into kissing, she could be a yucker
Talking to me? Better talk to me proper
Walk with the Zs and I drop it on a runner
In the trap with some young guns
Since young, been a wild bunch
Dum dums and shotgun
Big rack, she a hot one
Feds at the door, I’m on the third floor
Balcony, had to hop arff
Smoke ‘nough ganja like a Rasta
Phone kill like E. Honda
Bread more tryna make that butter
M10, no squeeze, make it stutter
Two shots from the dots, that’s dumb and dumber
High road get lock arff
Do it, then run arff
Hit it from the back, then I run arff
Back to them Zs getting chopped up, Mad Max
You already know I’m a shotta
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Man’ll get everyting locked, shots
Everyting pop, brick
Block down blocks
Gyal with the belly ring top
She like semis and Glocks
Stepped in there, any man watch
Section plus twenty man, what?
Take a man’s Timbs, my man tell a man what
Man’ll get everyting locked
Everyting locked, locked off
Movies, send a man in
T-house, send a man shop
Groupies send a man tings
Big acts send a man blocks
Two keys get a man robbed
Two keys get a man singed
2ps, chips in a box
Movies, clips, man watch
Doobies lit
Do by spit getting rocked
Man are real Don Dada
Old school like ragga
Man, I need them pounds and dollar
Run through green light, grasshopper
Gyal with the big breasts and the backa
Wan’ come get the room ram or the dagger
Tun ting dem guy gyal road blocka
When we do road, man haffi move proper
Everyting lit, every day lock arff
We getting lit, champagne pop arff
Still up in the bits, tryna get guala
Skank ting pop and them man runner
Roll with the brucky, all chock-a-blocka
Plastic yout, them are fake like tupper
Talk to the feds, got ‘nough man lock arff
Free TK, TY and RockOff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Not a big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road act, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff
Whoa, steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff