Germ – Walked In Lyrics

Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer
Hahahahahaha
Walked in dick in hand nigga you feel how I’m coming (One more time)
Okay, ha
Okay, walked in yeah (Badshit)
Okay, walked in, niggas just looking and shit
The motherf*cking Hijinx tape nigga it’s coming got y’all feeling
Ayy

Okay, walked in dick in hand
Ain’t have no plan, just here for some bandz
I get the [?] head VVS bussin’ shit nasty like bloodshed
f*ck is you sayin’, I don’t like that lil nigga
f*ck it pour flame on this nigga
(He thought he was gonna get away smooth)
Ooh, lame ass nigga
I get to see a whole lotta red, this nigga gone die lit
Thanks to this four fifth, bitch we be been in these woods
Snappin’ these bandz, I feel like Tip, cap off tip
SRT too fast, buckle up nigga perc kicked in
Cup holder full of medicine, bitch I’m gone like the wind

Ever since I could remember

I was ye tall pushin’ babies over Gucci baby stroller
Had the baby pour a smooth talker
Since a toddler, why bother
f*cking with me, I was born already, done with college (ha, whoa)
I’m a f*cking scholar, and a f*cking doctor (for real nigga?)
Bitch that’s water (huh)
Bitch let’s eat (yeah, hoe)
I make racks in my sleep, come f*ck with me
Movin’ how I’m moving, you might need you a little team
Walk in [?] y’all niggas a fiend, tryna stack like me
(I do that shit like Germ)
p*ssy nigga better get you some money
I’m rocking Dior, hoes naked on tour
I came down for more, so I had to pour
Now I threw that back though
Dare you write a report, bout a nigga fall

When these back-ends on back-ends, back-ends on back-ends
Bitch gone let me hit, from the back end
Back-ends on back-ends (ha)

SOB X RBE – Strictly Only Brothers Lyrics

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[Intro]
Link Up

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Still remember we was struggling for less
Tryna hit the other sides ‘fore I could bust it with the left
Watch me uncle fitter bitch while you be loving him to death
Bitch I’m drippy, check the flow, I’m making puddles when I step
S, O, motherfucking B, I got it tatted on my skin
If they slide and hit the wrong turn, we gon’ back them niggas in
Yeah, I know who shot your mans but if you ask me it’s a myth
If I catch you I’m not sparing so if I’m lacking nigga blitz
Boy that Glock nice but is you active with that bitch?
Ain’t no savage in your heart but you a savage with them lips
You know what the fuck is going on so don’t be asking for no kiss
My name still ain’t left your mouth, can you give back a nigga dick
How is you gon’ ride for me if you ain’t riding for yourself?
Hope my lungs still got some life from all this smoke that I inhale
I spent the high on these exotics and I just liked ’em for the smell
Yeah, I heard you signed a deal but they just put you on the shelf
On the gang

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
And if you really want that bag then bitch get up and hit that road
And we ain’t fucking with them niggas if we heard them niggas told
I know you niggas really soft so why you acting like you bold?
You know I really got the sauce, you wanna cheat? I got the code
I been on top for way too long, done had this Glock for way too long
It’s time to go and up a new one, catch a opp and leave ’em gone
I be barely at the house, you niggas barely left the house
And location on the flyer if you need the whereabouts
You know for K-Rod I’ma up it and for D-Boii too
Slimmy sliding with that drac’, he tryna up score too
Niggas dissing on the net but in real life play it cool
And all this water dripping off me, I could probably fill a pool
Bitch, I vow to never lose, I got a pocket full of blues
And I’m a witch with this stick, but it’s a Glock it’s not a broom
And I was really in that field while you was really in your room
And only kids get you a pass we still sliding by the rules

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets
And I was taught to growing up a check
Ain’t gotta question what these diamonds on my neck
‘Cause you know they VVS
Strictly Only Brothers to the death
I remember we was struggling for less
Still thugging in them jets

Smokepurpp – Fill The Room Up Lyrics

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[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Bless yo trap
Uh (Fill the room up with some ones), yeah
This beat from Murda (Yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
She gon’ shake that ass, then put that money on her tongue (Uh)
From the trenches, I’m the one (Yeah)
I get eighty thousand dollars, just a single fuckin’ song (Ayy)
And they doubted me so hard (Oh)
Might see me at the house, I made a million the next month (Bitch)
You don’t know how this shit feel
I can give every bitch I dated a fuckin’ mill’ (Uh)
Say the wrong word, she got designer carpet burn
She been on her knees so long, it’s like the clock ain’t turn (Oh)
Blue hunnids so new, it’s like those bitches got a perm
Buy my bitch some titties, thought the older ones was firm (Hey)
Damn, my ego out the roof, I deserve it
I ain’t never got a dollar losin’ tooths (Purpp)
Bitch, I came up out the mud, no silver spoon
Fuck her friend, ’cause I ain’t never had what slimed up on the roof

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Stack hunnids taller than my shoulders (Oh yeah)
Bitch, I’m rich, act like I don’t even know ya
I got two Rollies on, I put my AP up
VVS diamonds bright, then my wrist stay up
Coupe, drop top
Hit the gas, he can’t keep up
Big bag, I’m like, “So what”
She suckin’ dick ’till her throat her
Say that she wanted me, Smokepurpp, oh yeah

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones
Uh, uh, uh, uh. uh, uh
Fill the room up with some ones

Quando Rondo – Double C’s Lyrics

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[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
(16yrold)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 1]
These niggas broke, add it up
Bitch, you a joke, had enough
Thirty ought tote, th’ fuck is a scope
One at the head, better back it up
Who wanna fuck? Two or one?
Cracking these bitches, no hit and run
I just want the money, these bitches and hoes
I just been band over Louis Vuitton(mmh)
VVS is on my teeth
Bitch act like she Mona Lisa seen ’em while I’m asleep
Throw them C’s up, never catch me bleed up
Double up while they be watching through the week(uuh)

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

[Verse 2]
My name in the phone is the muth’fckn savage
You see it, then get it, you know you can have it
I’m not like the others, I’m way far from average
That comes from my mama, my brother and daddy
A Rollie be blindin’, she just had to have it
That shit perfect timing when I look at the past
Get some head on the floor I’mma fuck on the mattress
Double juice thats the best, I be swerving in traffic
She fuck with me ’cause I live what am rapping
Got a brick of some dope and I wrap it in plastic
So full of death, I belong in a casket
I be ballin’ so hard I could play for the Mavericks
She wanna ride in the front of the wagon
You gotta fuck her you know I’m not capping
I don’t wanna talk first night I’m smashing
If you see ’em on my block they know what’s cracking

[Chorus]
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’
Double C, I be crippin’, yeah, the hard way
Double B’s, I was broke and now I’m ballin’
Double G’s, I be rockin’ Gucci all day
Double cup for the mud, I keep on pourin’

KSI – Down Like That Lyrics

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[Chorus: S-X]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)

[Verse 1: KSI]
Yeah, yeah
I want that knockdown
Fuck up the system, make it shut down
I’m cold with this, slow man down like Freezer (Mm)
Wanna backstab like Frieza (Mm)
Dictate death like Caesar (Mm)
Always come through with a bee (Yeah)
Got to do a lot to trouble me (Yeah)
Visionary still won’t tunnel me (Yeah)
Me to you, now that will chuckle me
Devilish views when they’re aiming at the profit
Emitting pain til you’re nothing
Remember what I said when that pussy tried moving with the opps? (Woo)
Now he back with the blocks nigga

[Chorus: S-X & Rick Ross]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah (It’s the biggest in the game)
Down like that (Uh, uh)
(M-M-Maybach Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Phantoms in my yard, so ring around the Rolls (Skrr)
Hardest on the block, the biggest one, da boss
Helicopter pad the home of Sammy Sosa (Biggest)
Stealing all the bases I’m the ladies token (Woo)
Bitches always bad, I’m known to blow the budgets
Meek was at the crib, so double M the subject (Ahh)
Condo got three levels, Postmate all the lunches
Flippin’ all the kilos, keepin’ all the grudges (Ay)

[Chorus: S-X & Lil Baby]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)
Baby

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Ain’t no more let downs unless the top getting dropped
I love it at the top, my concierge don’t ever stop me
You know I fuck with Ross, I even went and bought da block
A hundred million dollars strong, I really came from sellin’ rocks
Championship belt, them VVS’s they spark
Steal it, hit the gas and get out on the narcs
Killers move for free, I just can’t pick a cost
Put the drip on market took it to the charts
Now I’m rocking with the biggest
And I’m fucking with the boss
I’m out

[Chorus: S-X]
Why you gotta go, go and let me down like that (Ayy)
Down like that
Oh why? Why you go and let me down like that? (Ayy)
Down like
I was nothin’ but loyal to you right from the start
You changed up on me as soon as things start getting hard
I’ve always seen the light despite us being in the dark
And you let me down like that, yeah, down like that (Oh why)

Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
(BL$$D)
I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you
I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
I made it rain on you
When it was hard to maintain too
I was playin’ games with you
Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
VVS diamonds right behind my lip
Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
Richer than your first, richer than your last
L U V, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
I groove around, party pack with hand
I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Diamonds they cook my wrist
Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
Fist work came for the shit
Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
Do everything the same on a bitch
We only pick the brain of the bitch
I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
I got a few C’s on a bitch
I made another lead on a bitch
My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

[Bridge: Young Thug]
What’s the move?
I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
Tried to paint my shoes
Make it rain on you (Rain)
It was hard to maintain too, uh
I was playin’ games with you
Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
Crystal cut pointers and charm
35 thousand for a duff
Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
[?] Millie [?] with the [?]
35 thousand for a duff
You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
You get the percs for me
80.000 of for her Burgy’
You get the verse for free
I make her worship me
I might cop her a verse from me
Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
You want a bag, oh no, no, no
That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

Juice WRLD – Whistles Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh oh (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Woah bitch woah damn
Oh oh (Ya dig?)

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain’t been here for long just a week though
Took ’em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD

[Verse 1]
Maryjane and molly all the time (Yeah yeah yeah)
Percocets and lean cross my mind (Yeah yeah yeah)
Bad lil’ bitch with a tat on her spine (Bad)
Really really wanna get behind (Smash smash smash)
Took her to my lair, in the Himalayas (Uh uh, yeah)
.40 like its Halo, bitch I’m a slayer (Uh uh, bitch)
This is not an Xbox, but I’m still a player (Uh uh, yeah)
But I ain’t playing games with ya (Uh uh, real life take her)
Got yo’ girl I real life take her
Turn her over then I’ll back break her
Nigga you my son like I’m Darth Vader
Told my homie shoot first talk later

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show (Yeah yeah)
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh (Yeah yeah yeah)
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home (Bitch yeah)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party, 999)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show (Freak show, woah)
Ain’t been here for long just a week though (Just a week, oh)
Took ’em in they said they need a new home (Need a new home)
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Juice WRLD)

[Verse 2]
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (Yeah yeah)
We in different places we in two worlds (We in two yeah)
Why have one when you can have two girls (Why)
Why have gold when you can have diamonds and pearls (Gleam)
VVS on my wrist don’t ask the price you can’t afford it (Yeah, bitch)
Matter fact if I take my shoes and sell them that’s your mortgage (Yeah, bitch)
Shoot a fuck nigga in the face, the police scrambling, Law & Order (Gra gra, bitch)
But he still taking pounds from the plugs leaving quarters (Trap)
Rich as fuck, what the fuck is a quarter (Fuck is a quarter, nigga?)
She swallowed my kids, what the fuck is a daughter (Fuck is a daughter, nigga?)
G Money telling me to go harder (Gang gang gang)
I’ma start walking on water
Told my mom I’m getting rich so I get me a crib up in the forest
Crib finna be so big they gon’ have that shit on Dora the Explorer (Yeah)
And then when I have kids they gon’ be rich, ain’t no unemployment (Yeah)
And if a nigga get in the way we kill him, he so unimportant (Gra gra, bitch)

[Chorus]
Bitches in my closet it’s a freak show (Freak show)
Ain’t been here for long man like a week, oh (Like a week, oh)
Ain’t living in my brib got a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)
Bitches in my closet like a freak show
Ain’t been here for long just a week though
Took ’em in they said they need a new home
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD (I told them to come party in)

[Outro]
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
I told them to come party in Juice WRLD
Yeah, yeah oh
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

Young Thug – Muddy Lyrics

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[Intro: Lucci]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, I told her
Hey, ayy, hey
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
(Mike Will made it)
(Go, go)

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Naw-naw-naw-naw-naw-naw-naw
I ain’t gettin’ inside no car [?], no way
I’m big dog-dog-dog-dog-dog-dog
Ain’t [?], no way, no way
She come around-round-round-round-round-round
All she wanna do is fuck and watch, she watch it
I’m so-so-so-so-so-so-so
[?] with my bro last night, she’s a thotty
Ayy, they need to thotty dance, make me a thotty dance
She could never be mine, she loud as a ambulance
I go brazy, I go Taliban
Tell ’em man, I’m the real man, I’m not that other man
Hey, I’m not sweet, I’m not no sucker, man
I’m on that bitch like I’m a cover, man
I feel like these bitches owe me like the government
Me and Lucci got two twins like we [?]

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

[Verse 2: Offset]
Oh no-no-no-no-no-no
I made a million, honest I ain’t ever sell my soul
Count the bankroll, I ain’t worried ’bout a bitch
Cause them hoes come and go
I’m just tryna hit your camel toe
Get low like you do the tootsie roll
I ain’t goin’ back and forth with these niggas
Lamborghini, lift the doors on these niggas
Try me, then my trigger finger start itchin’
I know you trickin’, got a lot of miles on your engine
Made a million, make a million more
Hoppin’ out the ‘Rari, plenty love
I’m shittin’ on you niggas, toilet bowl

[Chorus: Lucci & Young Thug]
Hey, double up my cup, I like it extra muddy
VVS on us, [?] flooded
I didn’t want this [?]
She brought her friend with us so she can help her suck it
I can’t say no-no-no-no-no-no-no
My diamonds shinin’ like they headlights, headlights
(Aw no-no-no-no-no-no)
Ohh, I hit these bitches with that get right, get right

NAV – Time Piece Lyrics

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[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me (Yeah)
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me (Remind me)
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

[Verse 1: NAV]
I changed my life (I changed my life)
‘Cause I sacrificed, nightmares in the day (In the day)
Sleepless nights (In the night)
‘Cause I paid the price, so talk to me nice
I need me those, (Pradas) in my size (Yeah)
Like I meditate, got my mind straight (Straight)
Dodging all the hate (Hate)
Watch me elevate
Going state to state (State to state)
Pockets overweight (Overweight)
I ain’t leavin’ my place (Leavin’ my place)
Tell her go close my safe (Oh-oh)

[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me (Yeah)
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
In the system (Skitch), they couldn’t find me (Couldn’t find me)
A hunnit and ten somethin’ (Skrrt skrrt)
On my timepiece (On my timepiece)
You think you slick ho? (Slick ho)
You think you slimy (Slimy)
I’m with them a-holes (A-Holes)
My killers grimy (Grimy)
My first time coming out with this music, ain’t get no love (Get no love)
Now I really had to make it out on my own, won’t hold no grudge (No grudge)
And I had stop sippin’ that purple, ’cause I don’t want no pudge
They said I’d retaliate off this bullshit, I’m like “So what?”
I just bought four rings, I’m a king (I’m a king)
And I gotta go all out when I do my thing (I do my thing, tell ’em)
These not SI, they VV’S
Free my guys, I ain’t gon lie, I spent 2k on TV (TVs)
Oh, you think you a gangster, and you don’t bleed bleed
And you’re the one that coughed her, know she do weed weed
And I know you ain’t mean it
Put the stash in the demon
Low-income apartments
Bankroll was decent (Bankroll was decent, yeah)
Oh, you rockin’ them Yeezys now?
You saying you don’t need me now
All these niggas, they believe me now
Them diamonds Fiji now
Two perc 30’s don’t get me high (Don’t get me high)
X pills I need ’em now
Knew lil’ bitch got her titties done (Oh she think she fire)

[Chorus: NAV]
Timeless timepiece
Designer, design me
Private jet gon’ fly me
That bitch gon’ slide
Racks made my pockets look tiny (Racks)
VVS’s shining
Elliot tryna blind me
Can’t see the time (Yeah)
On my way to the top, I’m climbing
Thought about resigning (Yeah)
But the racks remind me
My true fans remind me (Remind me)
Why don’t you encourage me, instead of burden me?
You’re supposed to be lit with me (Lit)
But instead, you burnin’ me

Wiz Khalifa – Alright Lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 1: Preme]
Pull up in the Maybach
CJ with me looking hella tipsy
White girl with me and the molly got her dancing hella Brittany
1400 hoodie on, red, looking hella trippy
Bobby Shmurda niggas
Houston bitches with me on that Whitney ouu
I came out the coldest city with the hottest bitch
I pull up popping at these niggas if they popping shit
Them bitches tryna fall in love and trying to fall in rich
She got it going brush her teeth before she suck my dick
My dog want that payback and I might have to OK that
Pull up on that clown and pull them down cause my homie don’t play that
Mobbing deep, give them hell on earth
I come from the dirt
Get yo merked, ain’t talking water guns, but all them choppers squirt

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, black and yellow, with the pedal
Getting rich, but from the ghetto
Took off to another level
Been to war, I got the medals
Different flows, I got several
Different clothes, hopping out expensive doors
Never let a nigga pose
If it’s fine with you
Then it’s fine with me
If you never try you never find out how real it could be
Got your girls with you
Got my niggas with me
Spend it all and get it back
Being broke is just a memory
Yeah, every-time I hit the club with her we be turning heads
I put numbers on the board
Smell the KK when I’m bored
Private jet, when I board
Give respect across the board
Get a check, when I go
We pull up bitch, we don’t troll

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Said I’m alright (Alright)
Everywhere I go, bitch I’m alright (Alright)
Yeah, attracting bold bitches all night (All night)
VVS them diamonds, bitch they all ice (All ice)
Yeah, I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)
Yeah, said I’m telling you I’m alright (I’m alright)

YNW Melly – No More Lyrics

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Verse 1]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
While you locked up somebody else shovin’ that dick in her stomach
I can’t be beefin’ bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin’ old
Knowin’ that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold
They been showin’ me that these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real, fuck nigga)
Get caught up with that time, they gon’ squeal (Gon’ squeal)
These bitches ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real (Ain’t real)
Keep playin’, your ass fuck ’round and get killed
What’s goin’ on, bro, I heard you been trippin’ (Was trippin’)
I thought you kept it real from beginnin’
Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions
I can’t believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin’

[Bridge]
Yeah, you turned cold, I can’t fuck with you
It’s like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga
Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture
You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga
And that’s truth, this… ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
And look, they be snapped, but this fuck nigga ain’t my dawg
That ain’t my dawg no more
That ain’t my dawg (No)
That ain’t my dawg no more (Nah)

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with—”

[Verse 2]
I can’t be fuckin’ with none of these niggas
‘Cause all of these niggas be actin’ like bitches
You know that I’m straight out of Indian River
I don’t give no fuck about none of these niggas
We just tryna run up this mothafuckin’ skrilla
All of my niggas, they really some killers
See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you
But then you turned cold on me, nigga what’s up?
I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can’t go like that)
Can’t believe you switched up like a ho like that
Like bruh, I know you ain’t got many hoes like that
I would have let you have the bitch
I would have let you smash the bitch
I don’t give a fuck, nigga (What?)
‘Cause you’re still a fuck nigga (What?)
And that time you let me hold your pistol
You should have bucked, nigga
Wait, I should’ve bucked you, nigga
But now I’m feelin’ like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)
And if this chopper ever catch you, it’s hungry
It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)
Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night
Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin’
All of these bitches, they wasn’t even missin’ me
Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me
I thought that we were 51-50, but you could never be with us
These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy

[Chorus]
I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)
What’s goin’ on, bro? I thought you was fam (Was fam)
And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)
Got me like, “What the fuck wrong with him?”

[Outro]
Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That’s funny)
Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy
The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin’ out money
Platinum diamond, VVS’ payin’ taxes or somethin’
But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid
And you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid

Juice WRLD – I Wanna Lyrics

[Intro]
Sweatin’ bullets boy

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 1]
I heard that yo nigga was a loser
I don’t fuck with school, I’m Ferris Bueller
Fuck with me, I’m finna get my ruger
Pretty nigga, but I still be that shooter
Bad bitch look like she at Hooters
Glock clip lookin’ like a ruler
I don’t give a fuck if I lose her
I’m finessin bitches, damn I had to fool her
Woah, time to switch my flow, yeah
I be switchin’ hoes, yeah
Had to let em know, yeah
Had to let em go, yeah
I got big guns, lookin’ like it’s G.I. Joe
Run up on me, dumb mama, let that Nina blow yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 2]
Surfin’ on yo bitch, it got me wavy
Red bottom boolin’ got me brazy
Finna come and take yo little lady
I’ma fuck that bitch and she gon’ pay me
Gold grill flossin, got me pretty
Told that bitch, I never walk, I run the city
Keep a couple real killers, they be with me
Down to shoot a nigga in his kidney
Hey, what, I just be fuckin’ that bitch again
Nigga I’m tryna get rich again, yeah
That’s how I live again, yeah
Run in yo crib again, put the pistol to yo kids again, yeah
I’m finna get it in, money on me so you know I’ma spend, yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

Lil Yachty – Riley From the Boondocks Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
And Maybach Mitch on the beat too, bitch

[Verse 1]
Ooh, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, bitch, Ike Turner the beat
600 degrees
Baby just want a degree
I’ma pay all of the fees
Yup, told her, “We need more like you”
Really need less like me
I’ma Slimeball like Nudy
I slang wood like Judy
488, red ruby
Wait, I cannot fuck with the Jakes
Hmm, unless it’s TD
Slide on yo bitch like a CD
Rarely seen, when I am, it’s a Kodak
You niggas snitchin’, I already know that
Make a decision by makin’ decision
These niggas be switchin’, I’ma have to cut ’em
But touch my umbrella
We can’t be related ’cause I’m a go-getter
And he’s just too lazy, the Glock got the laser
The pump got the laser, the Uzi, a laser
The AR, a laser, I’m strapped, don’t do tasers
Yeah, turn you to a tater
Just got an AP and stomp out like the Raiders
I prayed to be best, I’m like crackin’ away from
I’m cool with my neighbors, they plot with the mayors
I can’t get in trouble
I only back down if I’m shootin’, I double
She ride on the dick like the bike with the muffle
I said I had one, but I keep me a couple
I can’t do no scuffle

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks

[Verse 2]
Hmm, shit, I got Nike money (Checks)
Signed with QC and started actin’ funny
Changed my number five times since you’ve had it, dummy
I’m outside, it’s V-Live, come and press it, dummy (Damn)
I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope), I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope)
Lick that pussy ’til it’s squirtin’ like a sprinkler spout
Fuck her once, then I took her to the In-N-Out
Bitch, I’m all about the gang, ain’t no signin’ out
Yeah, we vibin’ out, and they ridin’ out
Bet you say the wrong thing, then we wildin’ out
Don’t you get it? Aim it at your fitted
This ain’t New Edition, VVS’ glisten
I was raised by the loaders, they don’t ever listen
Disrespect boys, then we X boys

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks

Usher – Gift Shop lyrics

[Intro: Usher]
(Zaytoven)
I walk up in that motherfucker like, get what you want
Ayy, let me get that
Gift shop, gift shop, yeah

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc
Got your main thing in the lip-lock
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Verse 1: Usher]
Got it, I’ma spend it, gotta do it big
‘Cause I be talkin’ more than millions (Yeah)
Court-side, no tickets
Blue tint, sittin’ pretty, uh, yeah, uh
I’m in your bitch like, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, and smash
What’s on my neck? That glass
That foreign lil’ whip been crashed
A lot of those diamonds ain’t real
My nigga gon’ get it how he live (Yeah)
Good life, who this?
She do what she can for a Fendi bag (Yeah)
Iced out wrist, that gliss, that gliss, that gliss
Girl on my dick, my tip, my tip

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Bridge: Usher]
Way, way, way (Add it up)
Came, came, came (To fuck it up)
Foreign whips, new Mulsanne
Kick shit, no Lui Kang

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
I put some Fiji water in a wrist watch
Then showed her how to ball like a big shark
I spent a couple thousand on her ass shots
She got all colors in the G socks
That’s a Rolex not a G-Shock (G-Shock)
I’m diggin’ in her while she got her legs locked (Got her legs locked)
We fuckin’ in the penthouse at the tip top (Oh)
Make her cum again, spend a hundred bands, new Mercedes-Benz
Gucci store again, had to let us, private when we land
I gave her a chance, gave her the advance, diamond on her hands
VVS’ dance, Off-White on the Vans, Tesla for a van
I’m rubbin’ on her skin, she gon’ let me in, we ain’t gon’ pretend
I’m her latest friend, she don’t chase her Hen’ and ain’t scared to sin
I’ma give her a lend, purse that cost a ten, help her on the rent
We just wanna win, just don’t care to spend, Gucci store again

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Bridge: Usher]
Way, way, way
This shit, got me feelin’ like Michael
She call me her idol
She play me Tidal
She cum on arrival
But I don’t want no bridal
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Outro: Usher]
Got it, I’ma spend it, gotta do it big
‘Cause I be talkin’ more than millions (Yeah)
Court-side, no tickets
Blue tint, sittin’ pretty, uh, yeah, uh
I’m in your bitch like, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, and smash
What’s on my neck? That glass
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)

NCT 127 – Regular (English Ver.) Lyrics

[Intro: Mark]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Mark, Taeyong]
I like shining, you be lyin’
I be grindin’, you waste time
Know you wanna roll with me
‘Cause you know I put it down
When I show up, I’m the one and only
No, no, no (No, no)
Yeah, pull up in the Jag
Haters gon’ be mad

[Verse 2: Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Mark, Taeyong]
I’ve been walkin’ with the cheese, that’s that queso (Queso, queso)
Diamonds drippin’, better bring your raincoat (Splash)
I got them racks on me (On me)
I brought the whole lit team with me
I might pull up in a spaceship
Hop out it, don’t look like I live here

[Pre-Chorus: Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Mark]
And now we in the zone (Oh)
Stand too close, might catch a cold
Crib came with a gate and a code
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Drippin’ water faucets, splash (Splash)

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time
I just made a million and I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular
I spend the bag on the regular
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah!
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Verse 3: Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta, Mark, Haechan, WinWin, Doyoung, Taeil]
I am too rich to compete, so don’t compare to me (Yeah, yeah)
We are not the same, only one of me (Hey, hey)
Hop out the coupe, the sky’s the roof (Roof)
My whole team ball (Ball)
We never lose, hundreds all blue (Hundreds)
We do what we do (Ball)
Poppin’ out casket-fresh, lookin’ like a fashion show (Ayy)
Diamonds all on my neck, lookin’ like a water show (Ayy, let’s go)
Bust it, bust it, bust it, for a real one
We gon’ bring up the car
One way, no stop, to the stars (Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Coupe fly, Dubai
Know it ain’t two sides, too high
One way to Mars, you better watch yourself
I did it all by myself (Go!)

[Pre-Chorus: Yuta, WinWin, Jaehyun, Taeyong, Jungwoo, Mark, Johnny]
And now we in the zone (Ice, ice)
Stand too close, might catch a cold (Stand too close)
Crib came with a gate and a code (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, drippin’ water faucets, splash

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine (Oh)
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time (Oh)
I just made a million and I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular (Regular)
I spend the bag on the regular (brrrah!)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah! (Yeah, yeah)
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Bridge: Taeyong, Mark, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Taeil]
Multi-color diamonds like the rainbow (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
B-L -ind your eyes 번져 눈부셔
Yeah 자체발광 we flash 주체안돼 let’s dance
Yeah, this isn’t real, this is a regular move
머리 어깨 무릎발 무릎발, let’s get fast
Oh!
Oh! (Oh)
Run it up, run it up, run it up (Run it up)
No competition in front of us
We got the wave, we getting paid (Oh)

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine (Oh)
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time (Oh)
I just made millions on me, but I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular (Regular)
I spend the bag on the regular
We make the world (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah! (Yeah, yeah)
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Outro: Taeyong]
Regular

SOB X RBE – Times Get Hard Lyrics

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
My momma told me gotta keep that pole on me
‘Case a nigga try to up that score on me
I just hope my down bitch never fold on me
It been feelin’ like the devil got a hold on me
Always see you talk a lot, but you ain’t really ’bout it
VVS’s on my neck, I be really countin’
Always say how they gon’ slide, but I really doubt it
I been cryin’ for so long, I’m so sick and tired
‘Cause baby I don’t wanna hurt no more
Lately I been gone on tour
But when I’m back home it’s still the same shit
Posted on that block, late night tryna flame shit
And you claimin’ that you real, but I’m knowin’ that you ain’t
Knowin’ that you ain’t, I just hope my problems fade
Hope they fly away, I just hope the Lord let me see another day
And the Lord I pray

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
I been feelin’ so betrayed since I came on
Niggas say they keep that shit 1,000 they gon’ change though
And I can’t go nowhere without it, gotta keep that 4-5
I’m feelin’, just let me G I’m a young fly fly
They just wanna ride my wave, for the cameras and the fame
But I’m like, “Where the fuck was you when I was locked up in them chains?”
When I was walkin’ through the rain
All these rappers be cappin’ it’s real stories not all watches and chains
I’m poppin’ Percocets and pourin’ up drank
I’m tryna ease all the pain
I’m in the Wraith on the interstate steady switchin’ these lanes
My youngin’ totin’ the 30 ‘K and he throwin’ up gang
I’m ridin’ round wit’ a .38, when I shoot it spit flames
Would you rock and roll wit’ me? No Elvis Presley
I gotta keep that pole wit’ me that’s a brand new XD
Deep in these skreets so my girl feelin’ like that I won’t make it far
But listen baby

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Outro: Al Green]
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would

Young Thug – Real in My Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done created
Mario

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chains
Remain the same, don’t change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you, gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Verse 1]
Came from the ground to the top, uh
I’m ’bout to rob you some rocks, uh
I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
I got respect for the ‘Wop, uh
First nigga gave me a knot, uh
I put some keys in the pot, uh
She got Versace on her crotch, uh
It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
My bitch get wild, uh
Bloody cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins everyday

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change

[Verse 2]
You keep playin’ and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
Got lil’ mama outta drum talkin’ top throat
She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
I’m talkin’ junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me hoppin’ off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin’ off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho’
I got my money up and I heard that you want some
Nigga moon walkin’, Michael Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got gratitude
And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commandin’ war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

Machine Gun Kelly – Signs lyrics

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly, 24hrs & Hit-Boy]
Twentyfour
Hold up
Hit-Boy

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top (whew)
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hold up
I don’t need, I don’t need love
I just need three in the tub (three)
Give me good weed and some rub, yeah
Scrape up em’ knees on the rug, yeah
Ain’t gone show you no love, no
You say my name you a dub, no
Picked her up from the islands
She say “Twenty you wildin’”
Ayy, stayed up, can’t sleep
Couple chickenheads it’s a eight piece
Girls in the cars all topless
Rock God I was born in a moshpit, ungh

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Piped up and I can’t stop it
Bang twenty bitches and pop it
Record label thinks I’m crazy
Showed up with the thing, no safety
You can’t take me out the hood, don’t fake me
Hundred twenty air fee have AC
Hundred square feet to a hundred K fee
If you ain’t noticed I don’t give much of a fuck lately (ay!)
Don’t you ever try my life
VVS diamonds, my eyes
Brand new Range Rov’ black
She can’t never come back

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Outro: Hit-Boy]
Hit-Boy

Soulja Boy – Front Door Back Door Lyrics

[Verse]
Young Draco nigga, you know I’m real nigga
I slide in that Bentley, they think I’m drug dealer
Jump out the top and my young nigga flip the switch
Quarter million in one day just to be specific
Fuck with Draco nigga I empty the clip
Had to go run it up, trappin’ through the 6
Hop out the Rari, I look like the man
Round 250,000 on my Instagram
Look at it bitch, she staring, she my biggest fan
Whippin’ my wrist in the pot like a ceiling fan
Who is him? I ain’t ever heard of him
Make the wrong move then you know Draco’s shoota gon murder him
Hop in the Lamborghini then I swerve on ’em
Junkie hit my front door, know what I’m servin’ him
Front door back door, with the draco
Front door back door, front door back door
Trappin’ a nigga runnin’ up them pesos
Call up my plug he gon pull up with a whole case load
Stackin’ up M&M’s just like they Lego’s
Call up my shooters, they shoot when I say so
Fuck with Lil Soulja, I’m sprayin’ with the draco
Servin’ the junkies, run up a bankroll
Ballin’ on niggas, I sprained my ankle
Ran up them M’s, nigga I got pesos
Fuck with the gang and we shootin’ shit up
Fuck on yo bitch, you know what’s up
I do a show, I’m on a tour bus
I’m in LA, now I’m up in New York
Fifty thousand in one day, that’s just Soulja
Young nigga puttin’ them bricks in a Rover
VVS diamonds, they come out the water
Young Draco nigga, I’m fuckin’ yo daughter
Young Draco nigga, Ferrari the sport
Young Draco nigga trappin fuck nigga, come place yo order
Titanic my chain, put it in the water
VVS Audemars look like some coke
Young Draco pull up shootin’ shit at that Madi Gras
I take a brick, ship it to Panama
100 bricks, put it in my momma house
Whip out that draco like what they talkin’ bout?

Young Thug – Goin Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Keed]
Yeah
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby
Keed
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans
I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up)
I told your darling, shawty was on south
I take this Rari, park it at the house
I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up
I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up
I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top
I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah)
I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah
It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah)
I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah
I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah
Hopped in with your boo
Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
MG, Benz truck, we speedin’
Yeah she say she down, she just wanna be ’round me
Yes I’m havin’ European denim on my bottom
I got niggas who won’t squeal and they came straight from the bottom, yeah yeah
Sunset sherbert in my lungs
I rock out the show, count them racks in the morning
VVS diamonds, we havin’ some pointers
I pull up with slime, them snakes out the jungle
Neck flooded, you gon’ need a sponge
I’m through with the hoe, she didn’t pass the road
I’m wiping his nose, we crossin’ him out
All it take is one call, they surrounding your house

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Outro: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Bitch I’m goin’ up (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up (like I love you baby?)
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine(like I love you baby?)
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby?
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you, yeah

Travis Scott – YOSEMITE Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I’m home, back off the road
We shut it down, say it ain’t so
With checks in the streets, shade number four
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada’s, every color
And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”?
30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet

Doja Cat – NINTENDHOE Lyrics

[Hook]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeaaaah?

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

[Verse 1]
Bitch wanna roast me
Cuz I got a xbox one
I don’t even have no games
All I play is gta
My nigga got Franklin dick
Livin in a franklin crib
I’ma get frank lil bitch
Why you on my frank like this
Bitch I’m annual flossing
VVS
Yeah I play animal crossing
Gamecube, 3DS
I ain’t ever been poor
Used to play sims 4
Put a lil wall round niggas
Take the door off trap em in the swimmin pool

I don’t play fortnite fuck that
Chun li when I street Fight
Bust back
You ain’t got combos whats that
Rock bitches on mortal kombat
It’s tricky to rock a rhyme
Merk bitches on ssx
Leave bitches all bald like Seeiah
Mic check em like test test test
I remember my downward spiral
Back when I was playin Spyro
When I never went out n lied low
Way before my lil ass went viral

Super smash bros
You so ass though
Prolly pick Kirby
So you don’t get smashed on!

[Pre-Hook]
Shake that ass hoe (4x)
Can I get a hell yeah?

[Hook 2]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeaaaah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeaaaah?
Can, can, can, can, can, can, can….
(Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I…)

Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Master of my craft never played minecraft
Look how my mind crafts things
Be on my halo tings
Look at my sonic rings
Ahooga don’t push me
I hadouken
Hear the “toasty”?
Donkey kong when he drum on that pussy
I don’t play but I sure ain’t no rookie
Steal a nigga like a bandit, boo
Then spend every penny of his bands and loot
Now she think that I’m the devil like a bandicoot
Wawawawawawa what u wanna do?

Yo, Can I get it, get it yah

[Hook 3]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Oh yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh)
…*mumbling* hell yeah, yeah
(Ho yeah)

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yah, yah!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Yeah yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Ha, oh yeahhh)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ráh

Roy Woods – Russian Cream Lyrics

[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin’ goin’ on
The warm up

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign
When I’m in LA I’m fuckin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
Niggas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin’ up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your bitches but I know ’em (I don’t mind, yeah)
Shorty finna hit me on my trap (on my trap, trap, trap, trap)
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite (give me top, woah)
Shorty wanna fuck I need more time, yeah
Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
Bitch [?]
Gucci my linen (yeah that’s good right there)
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon
Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
Pussy with the Hennessy for the real niggas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real niggas

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Nonchalant lyrics

(feat. Alkaline)

[Intro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
And I want you to be my bitch
And I want you to be my bitch
And I want you to be my

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I been feelin’ so nonchalant
And I want you to be my bitch
I don’t want you to be my friend
I just got to let you know
I been feelin’ so nonchalant
And I hope it never ever ever ends
I just wanted you to be my bitch
I just got to let you know

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Didn’t want to tell you “I told you” but look, I told you
I was feelin’ your picture, so yeah I wrote you
Girl, I don’t want your number, I want your social
We can get money together, girl I can show you
Tell me whatever you want and I won’t expose you
Bring another girl over that we can both do
Girl she can eat it up, eat it up like it’s soul food
I could get fly any weather, pull up in snow shoes
I could get fly any weather, pull up in snow shoes
Gucci hat, Gucci sweater, I’m feelin’ so cool
Before I flooded the Bezel that shit was rose gold
It was a time when the money was movin’ so slow
I give the lawyer my money until the case close
It’s whatever, my niggas gon’ let that thing go
VVS’s, they glitter up like a rainbow
VVS’s, they glitter up like a rainbow

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I been feelin’ so nonchalant
And I want you to be my bitch
I don’t want you to be my friend
I just got to let you know
I been feelin’ so nonchalant
And I hope it never ever ever ends
I just wanted you to be my bitch
I just got to let you know

[Verse 2: Alkaline]
Check out dem levels yah we no see each other regular
Cause she come from a different side of world
Me come from Nebula
Two different schedules
Phone talking pon di cellular
Someting in the back ah mih mind, side ah mih medulla
Tell me say dah lifestyle yah nuh fit you, you nuh ready fah girl
All the consequences weh come when you deh wid a world star artiste/You n’haffi talk it”
Hope you find somebody that can your booty the way it deserve
I’m not Pinnochio, sorry I’m not no Romeo
She want me fi herself but she haffi know that’s not the way it goes
Me a try to be a better man but it might take a while
Take it easy with me, ‘member we young and we still a grow
All if you get a man, and get a family/Make sure you tell the boy da pussy deh still a fi mi
Sorry if I let you down
Sorry if I never listen
But either way mi deh ina mi zone

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I been feelin’ so nonchalant (nonchalant)
And I want you to be my bitch (my bitch)
I don’t want you to be my friend
I just got to let you know
I been feelin’ so nonchalant (nonchalant)
And I hope it never ever ever ends
I just wanted you to be my bitch (bitch)
I just got to let you know

[Outro: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
And I want you to be my bitch
And I want you to be my bitch
And I want you to be my
I been feelin’ so nonchalant

Zaytoven – What You Think lyrics

(feat. Ty Dolla $ign, Jeremih & OJ da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

Juice WRLD – Scared Of Love lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, woah
I never been scared
I tell you that I don’t care
Really I do care
I hope that you care ([?])
I never been scared to love (Drop that motherfucker!)

[Chorus]
I never been scared of love, scared to love
I’m on the drugs, way too much
I’m not enough, not enough
You’re way too much, way too much
Not scared to love just scared of love
Not enough I”m not enough
You’re way too much, and I’m not getting enough
You’re way too much, still I’m not getting enough

[Verse 1]
You’re way too much, too, too much
The weight is heavy on my shoulders, girl, you’re too much
You put my heart in a grave, I get no love
No, I need more drugs, way too much
All I ever do is get fucked up
All I ever wanted was a real love
Got a pint of the lean, I lucked out?
Bros said it was a real?
Every day I wonder if I can pick my heart out my chest
Lately I been feelin’ the worst
So I gotta dress like the best
Moncler all on my chest
VVS all on my neck
Ballin like a fucking upset
They’re beyond stressed
I been hurt but I’m beyond that

[Chorus]
I never been scared of love, scared to love
I’m on the drugs, way too much
I’m not enough, not enough
You’re way too much, way too much
Not scared to love just scared of love
Not enough I”m not enough
You’re way too much, and I’m not getting enough
You’re way too much, still I’m not getting enough

[Verse 2]
We woke up in hell, baby, can’t you tell
As far as I can tell you’re the only heaven here
I’m running out of Xans, running out of options
I really need to chill ‘fore I’m in a coffin
Way too late, Russian roulette, okay
I know I been dead for a minute now
Ain’t wanna be alive, no way

[Chorus]
I never been scared of love, scared to love
I’m on the drugs, way too much
I’m not enough, not enough
You’re way too much, way too much
Not scared to love just scared of love
Not enough I”m not enough
You’re way too much, and I’m not getting enough
You’re way too much, still I’m not getting enough

Roy Woods – What Are You On? lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, what are you on?
When you get with us
What should I know?
When you get up

[Chorus]
Oh, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on?
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you

[Verse 1]
Smoke blunts, rather pop one to get off
VVS make your lady dance from afar
Roll it fast ’cause marijuana is my cologne
Lil’ baby come and smoke with me
He ain’t no friend of me
Bad bitches still the only girls that can be friends with me
Fuck you good, pass you to the left, to your enemy (to your enemy)
What you want? Money and Patrón
Before you get it free I’d rather tell you what to tell
They know this isn’t me but shit happens when you get older
Niggas didn’t think I’d make it far when I told them
Out there in the woods lookin’ for peace out with my soldiers
Everybody lookin’ at me like I can help them

[Refrain]
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?

[Chorus]
What are you on? (coke, xans, molly, grams)
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on? (coke, xans, molly, grams)
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on? (coke, xans, molly, grams)
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you on? (coke, xans, molly, grams)
What are you on?
What are you on?
What are you
Oh girl, what are you

[Verse 2]
I worked for everything I got
You don’t know how to treat a boss
My thick girl stay with thunder thighs
Lightning bolt didn’t kill her this time
I know she like my style
Ain’t no asking why, two cups at a time
‘Bout to multiply
I have been on more than one, two, three, four, five
Get high

[Refrain]
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?
I know what I meant for my nigga, I’m respected
My life is for my people, they been movin’ reckless
Trap, job, plat’ niggas workin’ restless
All you want is my money but do you respect it?

[Outro]
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly
What you want?
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans, molly
What you want?
Coke, xans, molly, grams
Coke, xans

Lil Yachty – GET MONEY BROS. lyrics

(feat. Tee Grizzley)

[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Burn his ass out like a skillet (woo)
All that shit talking online gon’ and kill it (woo)
Throw them legs up and I promise I’ll drill it (woo)
Whip wasn’t high enough, I told ’em lift it
Check wasn’t high enough, I told ’em lift it (woo)
Bought bro a Rollie ’cause my brother gifted
That pussy pretty but I still gotta sniff it
Whole team got chains on, I call that certificate (uh, ooh)
Where your money lil’ nigga?
Wearin’ 10 chains don’t make your diamonds bigger (no)
Look at my ring, that’s a 80
Fuck a V Live when I’m bored wit’ Lil Baby
Born in ’97 my bitch from the 80s (whoo)
She drive a young nigga crazy

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I’m from Detroit between Evergreen and Southfield Road (we come up off the freeway)
Money long as 6 mile, fuck nigga, but you know I’m so Joy Road (Joy Road)
Shit I seen in my hood made me the type to sneak into awards with my pole (brraa, brraa)
3 million, I got that in cash, 400K, got that in gold (got that in gold)
Crib came with a sauna (crib came with the sauna)
Beam came on the MAC (beam came on the bow!)
200 miles a hour (skrr skrr), this a Hellcat not a Scat (skrr skrr)
We ain’t cosignin’ no rats, talkin’ to the cops only time these niggas state facts (only time these niggas state facts)
Leave a nigga brains in his lap, he was driving, chopper put him in the back (brraaa)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
We the young niggas gettin’ money, yeah
Everybody ’round us gettin’ money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin’, yeah
VVS diamonds so stunnin’, yeah (bling)
A bitch nigga mad, well, so? (so?, yeah, ayy)
We the fuckin’ get money bros (get money)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Gotta get guap, gotta get it
Used to ride ’round baggin’ hoes in a Civic
Now I pick and choose, I’m super specific
Shawty slurp nut like a Blueberry Mistic (ew)
Uhhhh, watch where you steppin’
Bang what you bang, nigga, rep what you reppin’
Don’t you dare ever dap me with yo’ left hand
Respect my pimpin’, I’m ballin’ like I’m Pippen

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]
My Uber actin’ so janky right now, bro come pick yo’ bitch up (my shit ain’t workin’)
You pull up on tip, I’ma headshot you, then gotta pick yo’ shit up (boom, boom)
My diamonds so white, I was whippin’ the dope, almost got it mixed up (skrr skrr)
I shaved off my firin’ pin, it was one shot, now it got the hiccups (b-boom, boom, boom)

[Chrous: Lil Yachty]
We the young niggas gettin’ money, yeah
Everybody ’round us gettin’ money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin’, yeah
VVS diamonds so stunnin’, yeah
A bitch nigga mad, well, so? (huh, yeah, ayy)
We the fuckin’ get money bros

Lil Yachty – BOOM! lyrics

(feat. Ugly God)

[Intro: Lil Yachty & Ugly God]
(30, you a fool for this one)
Run it up, mhm
I finally realized why you niggas hatin’
Niggas ain’t gettin’ no money, man
‘Cause when you ain’t gettin’ no money, you know what I’m sayin’, like
You know what I’m sayin’, stressed out, you know what I’m sayin’
You stressed out when you get no money
We stressless over here, niggas is stress free
Yup, aye, yup, aye, yup, aye
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, aye, yuh, yuh yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, damn, yuh, okay, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
And that lil’ car go fast (fast) and that lil’ car go zoom (zoom)
That lil’ bitch got a fat ass (ass), took that lil’ bitch to the room (whoo)
My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (brooms)
Try to take one of my chains (yeah), all you gon’ hear is a boom (boom)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (damn)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (grr)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout your clique, uh
Y’all can get hit with the boom (boom)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout the bitch, uh
Give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr)

[Verse 1: Ugly God]
I’m like “Whoops”, huh, I might peel off in a coupe, huh
Nigga better not take my chain, huh, blow that bitch up like a nuke, huh
I do this shit for my mama, my mama told me don’t forget ’bout my roots (huh)
I just been countin’ my commas, talk down I’ma stomp that boy out in my boots (huh)
Hop in the whip and go vroom, nigga talk down, I go boom
I won’t even break a sweat, I’ma just call up my goons
Get yo’ ass gone for the low, my shooters gon’ ride to the moon
Then I’ma fuck on ya ho, take that bitch back to the room
Aye, I’ma shoot shots if you talk down on my name
I don’t miss shots, but my choppa got aim
Old money, but it don’t walk with a cane
VVS diamonds, just talk to my chain
Yeah I beat her back out, it get knocked out the frame
Fuck my old whip, had to cop me a Range
She don’t fuck with me right now, but as soon as I drop
Guarantee she gon’ fly for the fame

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
And that lil’ car go fast (fast) and that lil’ car go zoom (zoom)
That lil’ bitch got a fat ass (ass), took that lil’ bitch to the room (whoo)
My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (brooms)
Try to take one of my chains (yeah), all you gon’ hear is a boom (boom)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (damn)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (grr)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout your clique, uh, y’all can get hit with the boom (boom)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout the bitch, uh, give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Drop and roll (ooh, ooh), death row (ooh)
All bosses caught the 420, uh
Gave her that dick, now she love me (ooh)
Gave her that dick, now she love me
Lean in the glass, like it’s bubbly, huh
These niggas hate that I’m rich, huh
These niggas hate on my bitch, yeah (fuck it)
Fuck with that fuck up (damn)
Fuck, then I dip, ’cause she stuck up (ooh)
Crowd hands up like a stick-up (yeah)
Hit the flick of the wrist, huh
Bank on Lemony Snicket, huh (ooh)
Ice on my neck, cost a ticket, huh (ooh)
Your career rocky like ridges, huh (ooh)
Test me, you gon’ need some stitches
That goes for any of you bitches (lil boat)
Chopsticks (ooh), nigga, get beat up in the moshpits (yeah)
Leave a nigga lumpy, like cheese grits (yeah)
Dick ’bout as long as four fish sticks (ooh)
Middle finger to a cop, racist pig that can suck on my cock
Big rocks all inside of my watch, that’s not a Rolex, my nigga, that’s Swatch

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
And that lil’ car go fast (yeah) and that lil’ car go zoom (zoom)
That lil’ bitch got a fat ass (ass), took that lil’ bitch to the room (whoo)
My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (brooms)
Try to take one of my chains (yeah), all you gon’ hear is a boom (boom)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (skr, skr)
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! (skr, skr)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout your clique, uh, y’all can get hit with the boom (boom)
Don’t give a fuck ’bout the bitch, uh, give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr)

[Outro: Ugly God]
Skrr, skrr, skrr
Skrr, skrr

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – What You Know lyrics

(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Little bitch I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol
Won’t throw my hands, my diamonds dance
I’m so high up in the sky don’t wanna land
She gon’ fuck me and Lil Uzi cause them bands
I might pull up in a ‘Rari or a Lamb

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fuck niggas keep fakin’, you keep hatin’ with your bitch ass
I’ma count these hundreds while I’m smackin’ on your bitch ass
All hunnids they blue, ooh, stuntin’ with my rich ass
My Rollie never tickin’ and my boys they all are hitmen
Stay drippin’ this swag, VVS that’s what I’m drippin’
Rari yeah I’m dippin’
You can’t see up in my whip ’cause all my windows tinted
Got your little bitch all up in it
No this not a rented, it say 200 the limit
Bitch I went 205, you get money that’s a lie, uh
Cartier diamond on my eye, talk too slick get fired, uh
I put that right on my guys, pull up, oh my God, yeah
Only hit that little bitch twice, put that on my life, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol
Won’t throw my hands, my diamonds dance
I’m so high up in the sky don’t wanna land
She gon’ fuck me and Lil Uzi ’cause them bands
I might pull up in a ‘Rari or a Lamb

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Covered in Givenchy
Chains on me not rented
Ain’t no cap, not kill
Lately, I been trendin’
Straight out the north, I got racks in the boat
I came from rags to riches(straight out that ?)
I live what I talk and you know that I’m with it
You little niggas know I ain’t kiddin’
Brand new white coat (mink coat), all white tiger no snow(no snow)
Ice on my neck and it’s froze(and it’s froze)
I got 20 more chains than a hoe(hoe)
No relations I ain’t trustin’ these hoes(no, no)
‘less I fuck on her then she could go(she could go)
What’s wrong with me, don’t know(don’t know)
Open a pint then I pour me a 4
I called the bank and ordered me a hunnid bands
These hoes be irkin’ all that fake shit I can’t stand
New niggas hatin’ on the low they really fans
I want the ‘Rari but I really want the Lamb

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, why I’m too official
What you know bout gettin’ a check and spending it with your niggas
All my niggas keep a gun no we ain’t ever slippin’
What you know bout walkin’ in your show strapped with a pistol
Won’t throw my hands, my diamonds dance
I’m so high up in the sky don’t wanna land
She gon’ fuck me and Lil Uzi cause them bands
I might pull up in a ‘Rari or a Lamb

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Little bitch, I’m flawless, yeah I’m too official
On the real, when you was gone, you probably thought I missed you
If you ever cry use, these hundreds as a tissue
So basically what I’m saying money is the main issue
Diamonds on my hand, I’ma count these bands
I don’t want that little bitch, she got a man
New house got land, blue rubberbands
Yeah my diamonds, they be water like a dam