Young Thug & Gunna Reacts To Shots Fired On “Fox 5” Video Set In Atlanta

Lil Keed and Gunna had to abort their music video shoot after gunfire erupted on the scene, and now Young Thug is addressing the reports.

Gunna is fresh off his first No. 1 album, and he is still putting in the work. After recently collaborating with his YSL labelmate Lil Keed on their new track “Fox 5,” Gunna was spotted on set of a music video for the song on Monday, which saw a scary turn of events. In a short clip that has been circulating online, Gunna is seen interacting with the camera while motorcyclists perform stunts behind him. There were a number of people on set, which did not become evident in the footage until gunshots rang out in the neighborhood where they were filming.

Everyone quickly dispersed, and as the camera lens was then focused on everyone’s legs briskly departing the scene, the motorcycles could be heard speeding off. Young Thug addressed the shooting in a video clip on IG, saying that they are responsible for the shooting. “Anytime you see shoot outs and shooting and anything we involved in, know we the ones who done did it,” Thug said.

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Thankfully everyone seemed to scamper off safely with no injuries being reported from the incident. Lil Keed later took to Instagram to share some still shots from the music video. Keed captioned the first set, “Fox 5 ft gunna soon.” He also shared a second post with more behind the scenes photos with the caption “Dooms Day” with the zipped lips emoji which seemed to allude to the temporary disturbance that occurred earlier at the shoot.

Lil Keed’s locks were dyed blonde to avoid clashing with Gunna, who rocked a brighter than usual red head dread style. Their edgy fits for the visuals were also well color-coordinated from head to toe. From the photos, Lil Keed’s signature symbol, a snake can be seen wrapped around the necks of both rappers at different points.

Gunna reacted on his IG story saying, “Don’t believe the cap.”

Fans were pleased to hear that Gunna and Lil Keed, along with their associates on set, were all okay after that scary episode. They can now add their experience with “Fox 5” to the list of stories to tell.

Gunshots ring out while Gunna and Lil Keed were shooting a video today. Hope everyone is safe pic.twitter.com/hR7zaJUNws

— DJ Akademiks (@Akademiks) June 9, 2020

Young Thug – 420 Lyrics

Woah woah woah, yeah
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
We got London on da Track

[Verse 1:]
Imma charge her like a dodger
Bae im way smarter than marter
Brand new Cadillac with the spoiler
Ain’t playing games like im at the quarters
They say, they say im mean like my father
Imma fuck a nigga bitch and catch your daughter
A lot of rings on my finger like a lodder
Alot of bling living like the ?
I know the answer like a very important color
I leave the pussy nigga death no charger
And im smoking kushy kushy like jorder flooded than we take a order
Got a whole lotta rich nigga man no voice, no voice yeah
Serve a lot of muhfuckers to the front and back door trust
Go to waist nigga kushy smell in the market
Momma had a hundred bands when i mail her
Ever since the first day she never been taller
They just tryna book us all ever since the day im cooking dawgs
She just wanna nut inside her trouser
She just wanna sucky sucky my girls and my boys
She just wanna sucky sucky till i say oh lord
She gon suck it call my money longer than a cord
Momma pussy soaking wet i feel like im abort

[Interlude:]
Lil bitch tryna record
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold up, hold up

[Verse 2:]
Take two
I come with a few just in case you looking like you do
Imma pull up to the set with my nigga jayroo
Pussy nigga now im big and in it with my piru
Lame bitches know im not gone fuck her they the sue
Imma catch a ? with them wiping like a troup
Hop inside a foreign car tearing up the roof
Imma slide ride pass em cause they do not sell like you
420 getting geeked out my mind, hey
420 imma pop em my spine, hey
420, 420, 420 nigga, 420, 420
20
Alka setzer plus when i was standing on the block i serve the J
Nigga coming back to my whoadie and my nigga but i come and then i lay
Going to the school nigga blood nigga know im bitches late
So geeked out my mind for a wet T-C
Got a pocket full
Nose in my ring like a fucking bull

Young Thug – 1st Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah! Jeffery
Possibly I took some broads, aye
Jeff!
Aye aye aye aye

[Verse 1]
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash on the first day
I just wanna smash, I’ma smash
Smash like a smash gang
Smash in my Balmains
Smash while I’m switching lanes
Smash in your maintain
When you smash you gotta maintain
Gotta smash on your main thing
Fuck her hard like my main dame, aye
I’ma smash, I’ma remain
The best that she ever saw, the best that she ever did
The best that she ever fucked, the best that she ever kissed
The best that she ever sucked, the best thing she ever did
I’ma be the best thing she ever did
Oh, oh, oh!
Prince and Michael Jackson on my jacket, gucci [?]
She bad, I make her badder, dead fresh without a casket
Hermes on my belt, no no no wrangling, no no ratchet
Smith & Wesson glocky, I’ma keep a fucking ratchet, aye
I just wanna smash
Best thing then I’m happy, yes
Buy her everything, make sure she happy, yes
Rollie-ro-ro-rollie with the Patek, yes
Got her [?] then designer sex
I’m gon’ fuck you like no other, nothing like the rest
I’ma battle with you through everything with no flesh
If I promised I’ma marry you, you ain’t gotta rush
Oh!

[Chorus: Young Thug & Sonyae Elise]
I’ma make sure that you ball with your feet up
(He gon’ make sure that I ball with my feet up)
Turn you up, I never lost with your feet up
(Turn me up, I never lost with my feet up)
Buy you diamonds, [?] with your feet up
(Buy me diamonds, [?] with my feet up)
She pregnant with my daughter with her feet up
(She pregnant with your daughter with my feet up)
Yeah, with your feet up (Ohhh)
Aye, with your feet up
Aye, with your feet up
Aye
Ohhh, with my feet up
Ohhh, with my feet up
Oh yeah, with my feet up
With my feet up
Feet up
With my feet up, nigga
Help me with my feet up, yeah
I be riding-riding-riding with my feet up
That’s my nigga, he gon’ make sure that they keep up
He gon’ make sure that they always gotta catch ’em
I don’t fuck with niggas, we be out there catching
I be rolling-rolling-rolling with ’em, yeah
I’m with boy-boy-boys sipping [?]
With my feet up

Young Thug – All My T-Shirt Designer (Sing to Ya) Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
I done sold all these (???)
Boss talk, with the family you know what i’m saying, ya dig
Wheezy beatz
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I poured up a four then I spiked it with a Xan now my day real slow (yeah)
Imma go big, lit, jump off it, do it slow motion
Imma go put a nigga on to the drip, gone give em’ a potion (gone give em’ a potion)
Baby speed up, can you re-up re-up
I don’t give a fuck about your past
I give you what you want just ask
Start from the front to the back
(???)
Imma spaz on her man
Imma spaz on this (???)
Fucking spaz on his mom and dad, stiff a nigga I know you love that
I turn your rocks into sand
Your named engraved it on the plane
Delta and private ain’t the same
It’s about time for your upgrade
When I give you this name
I hope you don’t change
She looked at me and replied
She said man you know i’m with the Slimes!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
All this lean got me drippin
(???) got me drippin, (???) got get it
Me and Young Thug, Birdman came through go get em’
All my niggas getting to the money, came back
Never fuck with you, (???) fuck with you
Rich man fuck with you, we goin chill on the paper and go get it
Double cup with two lean in the cup it’s triple, you be toting that shit and ain’t rolling with niggas
I got money, me nigga roll with a niggas, big beam and can’t keep control of it nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Holler at your (???)
Go and tell your crew the plug
Go brazy massacre, then that lifestyle gonna boot up
Make me make a bad pull up
I’ll make a Jag pull up
Big booty imma jack uh-uh, but
If she ain’t fucking, let her cab pull up
Bout five niggas, (???)
You fuck niggas after me
The rats was chasing and they captured me
Rich school, i’m a graduate
All my old hoes harassing me, all these po-pos harassing me
How am I supposed to feel bad when every time I do it man they raid that
My paper say i’m claustrophobic, they still put me in the paddy-wagon
They wonder why we capping back at them
I fell i’m now i’m right back at it
These diamonds got these bitches staring at it
These diamonds got these niggas plotting on it
But how you gonna take something from (???), plus this blood money

[Chorus 2: Desiigner and Young Thug]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

Kanye West – Butterfly Energy lyrics

(feat. Young Thug, PARTYNEXTDOOR, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Ty Dolla $ign]
I don’t feel that she’s mine enough
God, I feel I couldn’t have you white enough
Butterfly in my wrist
You make me run out of my skin
And I don’t feel like
And I know you and mhmm

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They say, “build your own,” I said, “How, Sway?”
I said, “Slavery a choice.” They say, “How, Ye?”
Just imagine if they caught me on a wild day
Now I’m on fifty blogs gettin’ fifty calls
My wife callin’, screamin’, said, “we ’bout to lose it all!”
Had to calm her down ’cause she couldn’t breath
Told her she could leave me now
But she wouldn’t leave
And I know you and mhmm

[Bridge: Jeremih]
When some things miss
There’s no such thing
We could wait [?]
Yes I know you’re my only
And that top top, yes
And the sundress yeah, ohhh

And I know you and mhmm

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Oh, don’t bring that up, that’s gon’ get me sentimental
You know I’m sensitive, I got a gentle mental
Every time something happen, they want me sent to mental
We got an incident but I cover incidentals
You want me working on my messaging
When I’m thinkin like George Jetson but sounding like George Jefferson
Then they questioning my methods then
If you tweakin’ out my texts again then I don’t get reception here
I got the mind state to take us past the stratosphere
I use the same attitude that done got us here
I live for now, I don’t know what happen after here
I live for now, I don’t know what happen after here
Plus, what was meant to be was meant to be
Even if, publicly, I lack the empathy
I ain’t finna talk about it nothing for centuries
One and one is two but me and you, that’s infinity

[Chorus: Choir & Young Thug]
I don’t feel that she’s mine enough
God, I feel I couldn’t have you white enough
Butterfly in my wrist
You make me run out of my skin
And I don’t feel like
And I know you and mhmm

[Outro: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]
For any guy that ever fucked up
Ever embarrassed they girl
Ever embarrassed they wife
She told you not to do that shit
She told you you’s gon’ fuck the money up
But you didn’t wanna listen, did you?
Keep that same energy
Keep that same energy
Now you testing her loyalty
This what they mean when they say
“For better or for worse”, huh?
For every damn female that stuck with they dude
Through the best times, through the worst times
This for you

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Genie lyrics

[Intro]
This a pain song but I’m letting everything go
I promise when I speak specifically about anything
Cuz that’s my way of showing I don’t care no more
Ima just go on with my life
Until death call my name
Aye, aye Youngboy, slime yeah
Playboy on this bitch but he ain’t playing though

[Chorus]
Too many problems (yeah)
Thinking how I’m gone solve it (yeah)
So much pain in my body (yeah)
They selling lies and I bought it (yeah)
Don’t tell me that you love me, if you ain’t going to die for me
You can stay the fuck from round me
If you ain’t gonna ride for me
Tell me you would never leave
How could you just lie to me (yeah)
Get from off your knees you ain’t got to cry to me (yeah)
I been giving all my love, tell me do you feel it
Never learn how to trust sittin’ in penitentiary
All for you I’ll take a slug baby
Who the realest had to tell her I’m a genie
I can answer wishes (yeah)

[Verse 1]
I got my static when you ride with me
We got pulled over no you ain’t going to do no time for me
I put my hands up police drew down on me
So many charges make me wanna go way over seas
Reminiscing ’bout them days I was sittin’ up in that cage
I was begging you to stay and you hung up in my face
Free Kodak, everything gettin’ slayed
They keep begging me to change
Talked to Future the other day and he say I need to change lanes (yeah)
Cause they gon’ try to count you out til you make them count you in (yeah)
Stimulate my brain (yeah, yeah) had to tell ’em I ain’t leaving out the same way I came in (yeah) (oh, fuck what i saying)
Whole lot a heron, I sell that shit right in front of my momma
Swear I would never run just like a man ima face my problems
Even when my voice fucked up
Ima spit in the booth Ima go in like a goblin
Nigga got me fucked up
Ima spin on his block, I admit that I had shot him
VVss in my chain tell that hoe Young Thug everything
Hearing voices in brain hoping everything change
I been rolling through the streets and been clutching on my heat
I put blood all on my feet and I put cameras in my trees (baby)
Said I changed on you, but I feel that you changed on me
I said my prayers and you gon’ sow just what you reap (yeah)
I been taking Adderall mixing it with lean (mixin’ it wit lean)
Hope I don’t wake in my sleep

[Chorus]
Too many problems (too many problems) (yeah)
Thinking how I’m gone solve it (yeah) (solve it, solve ’em)
So much pain in my body (yeah)
They selling lies and I bought it (yeah) (sell those lies and I bought it)
Don’t tell me that you love me, if you ain’t going to die for me (oh)
You can stay to fuck from round me
If you ain’t gonna ride for me (eh)
Tell me you would never leave
How could you just lie to me (yeah)
Get from off your knees you ain’t got to cry to me (yeah)
I been giving all my love, tell me do you feel it
Never learn, gotta trust sittin’ in penitentiary
All for you I’ll take a slug baby
Who the realest had to tell her I’m a genie
I can answer wishes (yeah) (I can answer wishes man)

[Verse 2]
Been in love never help me solve my problems (my problems)
I wish that I could find a girl just like my momma
I don’t wanna hurt nobody, but still ride around with that chopper (yeah)
Zoe life to the end, tell them free the main sniper (tell ’em free kodak)

[Outro]
Yeah (I call that)
Slatt Slatt Slatt
That’s all life
I said that’s
Slatt Slatt Slatt
Yeah

Boulevard Depo – Кащенко (Kaschenko) (feat. PowerPuff Luv) lyrics

[Интро]
PowerPuff Luv, я
Бульвар Депо
Свэг

[Куплет 1: Boulevard Depo]
PowerPuff Luv и каждый под high kick
Папа был прав — Лав стал такой тактик
Наблюдай, как я стал такой практик
Смерть держит в когтях мой огромный my dick
Две сотни лет уже я выгляжу как мальчик
Душу не продал, не был этим озадачен
Нет, я не Ратмир, и все в этот раз иначе
Выпил таблетки, ищите меня в Кащенко

[Припев]
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Money flippin’ Кащенко, trappin’ out the Кащенко
Вау, Кащенко, Young Thug in Кащенко

[Куплет: PowerPuff Luv]
Нет, не прятаю в носке, деньги в сумке от «Версаче»
Попробуй достать — тебя кинут в черный ящик
Я плод с куста, ищите меня в Кащенко
Со мною Бульвар, а, бля, это я же
Прихожу на рандом к тебе в гости, гандон
Нашинкую в лапшу, накормлю весь притон
Посему, потому я торчу у Депо
В голове, как в тюрьме, абсолютное зло

[Припев]
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Powerpuff in Кащенко, и Бульвар в Кащенко
Trappin’ out in Кащенко, я money flippin’ Кащенко
Бум блэм, Кащенко
Делал это в Кащенко

[Аутро]
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, я в Кащенко
Я в Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко, Кащенко
Кащенко, я

Meek Mill – Bust Down (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, keepin’ the driller, I walk in the dealer
I’m ’bout to go ham with my young niggas (word)
You know the rule, if you see me in traffic
Don’t dap me, you know I don’t fuck with you (word)
Rollin’ with Nicki and we in the ‘Bach and she hit it
‘Cause I brought the drugs with us (word)
You know I’m fresh out the slums, nigga (slums, nigga)
I know it never was love, nigga (woo)
I’m in the trenches, I’m hangin’ with killers
An’ robbers an’ all of the drug dealers (hitter)
We in the section, we plottin’ on takin’ your chain
When you leave out the club, nigga (stick ’em)
Show no mercy like a lago ([?])
Ain’t no money, ain’t no convo (convo)
Get your bitch some Louboutins, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)
Bust down, bust down (bust down)
Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?)
Bitches that fronted way back in the day
All on the kid like, “What up now?” (up now?)
I’m like, “What’s up now?” (sup, bitch?)
Fuck with that lame an’ you stuck now (stuck now)
Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now)
Promethazine in my cup now (cup now)
When you be poppin’, these niggas dick ridin’
An’ pretty bitches want to fuck now (woo)
I’m up now (up now), I guess its love now (love now)
I guess its all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food)
Lamborghini got her pussy wet, call it a carpool (whoa)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Put some respect on my name
They got me feeling like Baby
Diamonds, they on me, go crazy
Saint Laurent on me, so wavy
Fucking in around, we ain’t fucking around
I can’t fuck with these niggas, they shady
I know you are [??] for [??]
I know the jeweller who made it (who made it)
Frauds, I know these niggas gon’ talk about ’em (yeah yeah)
We gettin’ money, they talk about it (yeah yeah)
We never ever gon’ talk about it (yeah yeah)
We only trapping and talking dollars
Wait, wait, wait, I’m tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it)
I have this bitch named [??]
I told that nigga I’m sorry about it
Shawty popping in a dog filter
I’m a dog, I’m a dog nigga (yeah)
I’m a shooter, I don’t call niggas (what)
On the D’Usse like Wall nigga
[??] hit her with the woooh
In the Wraith, stars in the roof
Light her up like Pikachu
In the Ghost, playing Peak-a-boo
Wait, wait, wait, niggas can’t figure me out, hey
I got this dick in her [??], hey
I keep a brick in the couch, hey
Sit on that shit in a drought, hey
Tell her [??] them out, hey
Stack it up, bag it up, add it up, [??], we shipping it out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ho’ up, my lil’ bitch want some new Chucks
Suck up, suck on that dick, baby
Suck it, suck it ’til you get the hiccups
Ha, look at the wrist
Drift on that dick and get you hiccups
Hop out the back
Hop out like uno dos tres
Hah, bitch, I’m back
Popping them perc by the thirties
She say I taste like a pimp
I say [??] she want [??]
Jump out that bitch from the back
Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp
Slurp it up until you burp
Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work
We popping bubblegums, we popping bubblegums (yeah yeah yeah)
We popping bubblegums, (yeah yeah yeah)
We pop like bubblegums
It’s our year now
We popping bublegums
We coming ’round for some
You know you want some
He ain’t know we keep going down, I’ma keep going, never never never
Never let ’em have it, never let ’em have it
[??], never let ’em have it
[??], see this shit
Now I’m freezed though, give me hiccups
Jewellery [??]
Lost a mil’, got it right back, nigga, please believe us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

Swae Lee – Offshore (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ear Drummers
They think it’s woman inside me
‘Cause the way I wear my tees and my jeans, ayy
(Where do you wanna take me?)
Little do they know they women (Don’t play with me)
Got marks all over her knees, ayy
(Maserati)

[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]
Rollin’ off you
Rollin’ off you, you overdosin’ off my kiss
And the joke is on you
Joke is on you if you fall for that old nigga, hey!

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Young Thug]
I took a trip offshore (ayy)
Took the whip offshore (yeah)
I took a chick offshore
You should get out more (hey, hey)
And you should get out more, you should get out more
Baby, take a lil’ tour (oh)
When we hit that floor, all the money downpour
That’s what it’s here for (that’s what it’s for)
Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star
Bunch of young niggas on a crash course (do it large, do it large)
Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that store
Yeah and take it too far (ayy)

[Verse: Young Thug]
I’ma let you vibe all day
I don’t mind if you try it all day
You know Thugger let you ride all day
Yeah, let you ride all day
You can go get what you like all day
It feels wrong but it’s right, no, baby
Perky got me lookin’ at your body all day
And it feels right, my baby, yeah
Baby steps when you walk
You got baby steps when you walk
High heels on your feet when you walk
High heels on your feet, baby
Lambo, them legs ajar, yeah
And a Maserati truck, the doors in the back ajar
Let’s get it on, baby
Make your mouth get it, get it gone, yeah
Like a motorcycle, get it on, baby
Yeah, perform foreplay
So in love, I can buy the bitch a ring every day
Stop this rap shit, turn to a mob any day
Bossman, I could get homie dropped any day
I’ll slap the shit out Donald Trump any day
Brand new assistant I like, any day
Better get it right if you don’t want gunplay
I’ma do it right and fill up the driveway
Bentley on the side and it’s sittin’ on LeBron James
911 Porsche got me takin’ you on a date, ayy
Pistol Pete mobbin’, I’m bangin’ it all day
Baddest and the baddest and the baddest like all day
I ran up the millions, I did it all my way
Hundred dollar bills and I like ’em all straight
Real talk, I’m a neat freak
And lil’ mama fold my clothes like a neat freak
You say you doin’ somethin’, ya uncle reading right through your wrong
Hoes can’t talk when I talk where I’m from
32 pumps make ’em run, Forrest, run
Monte Carlo, poppin’ my collar
Wrestle that ho like The Mothafuckin’ Rock
I say wrestle that ho like The Mothafuckin’ Rock
So I let it freeze up
Eat the cake, got amazing cake
These bitches hatin’, they throw rice by the case
I’m ridin’ down Memory Lane
Catchin’ feelings like I’m Walter Payton
I just wanna throw love at this evenin’
Christian Dior with the ski
Bad bitch, yeah, make believe
Barney Balmain on my jeans
Bleedin’ like a Tampax Pearl
Mistake, let it rain on your world, ayy
Your diamonds, yeah, they wet like the bottom of the shore, yeah
Better stop playin’, say you quick like sand, oh my God

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I took a trip offshore
Took the whip offshore (yeah)
I took a chick offshore
You should get out more (hey, hey)
And you should get out more, you should get out more
Baby, take a lil’ tour
When we hit that floor, all the money downpour
That’s what it’s here for
Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star
Bunch of young niggas on a crash course
Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that store
Yeah and take it too far

Playboi Carti – Choppa Won’t Miss A Nigga (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah! We ain’t wasting no time
(Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drum killin’ everybody
100 round drum killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
She hop on the dick and she split
Hop on my dick like a bitch
Suck on my dick like a tick

You a copier, Yeah you like to copy shit
You ain’t even on the style till young Carti popped the shit
I got hella hoes (woah), On some papi shit
Need to pop a bitch
Need a solid bitch, harder than a brick
Choppers on the counter, Pints all in the fridge

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Out there running with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun
Put some money on your head, I sell yo ass for 10
I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit
I got bitches on top of bitches, and all my bitches 10s
[?] They gon’ milly rock, just hide it in my sock
I got bitches in the lot, pouring up the pop

[Hook: Playboi Carti and (Young Thug)]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody (yeah)
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga (grrrah, Jeffrey!)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
30 round drum in the jean jacket
That makin’ mean my jean kinda baggy
I never go for a chain snatch
I done been done had the same jewerly
Three-twenty all on the dash
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon
Me and the dawgs smokin’ nothin’ but nasty
Fuck the law and whoever ask it
Hit it, hit it, hit it all my bitches wit a dick so you know she eat
Cheated on my bitch, wit a bitch with bigger titties
[?] with a mothafuckin’ midget
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city
Stackin’ for the dawg, I got hoes in every city
That funny hoe, why that bitch say that [?]
[?]
I got diamonds in my face, a half a carat

[Hook: Playboi Carti and (Young Thug)]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody (yeah)
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga (pew,pew,pew,pew,pew,pew!)

Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?” (uh)
When he came in the room
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
But I can’t without you
I knew him forever in a minute (hey)
That summer night in June
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like…

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ayy)
I knew it when I met him (ayy), I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him, I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na (woo)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn (fresh out East Atlanta)
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me
Shawty cravin’ on me, get to eatin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’, on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, baby

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back (uh huh) to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back
Hey, hey…
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
Take me back to my Havana…

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (hey)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, (ayy, ayy) na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Outro: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Uh huh
Oh, na-na-na (oh, na, yeah)
Oh, na-na-na
Oh, na-na-na (no, no, no, take me back)
Oh, na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

NBA YoungBoy – Genie

[Intro]
This a pain song but I’m letting everything go
I promise when I speak specifically about anything
Cuz that’s my way of showing I don’t care no more
Ima just go on with my life
Until death call my name
Aye, aye Youngboy, slime yeah
Playboy on this bitch put he ain’t playing though

[Chorus]
Too many problems (yeah)
Thinking how I’m gone solve it (yeah)
So much pain in my body (yeah)
They selling lies and I bought it (yeah)
Don’t tell me that you love me, if you ain’t going to die for me
You can stay to fuck from round me
If you ain’t gonna ride for me
Tell me you would never leave
How could you just lie to me (yeah)
Get from off your knees you ain’t got to cry to me (yeah)
I been giving all my love, tell me do you feel it
Never learn gotta trust sittin’ in penitentiary
All for you I’ll take a slug baby
Who the realest had to tell her I’m a genie
I can answer wishes (yeah)

[Verse 1]
I got my static when you ride with me
We got pulled over no you ain’t going to do no time for me
I put my hands up police drew down on me
So many charges make me wanna go way over seas
Reminiscing ’bout them days I was sittin’ up in that cage
I was begging you to stay and you hung up in my face
Free Kodak, everything gettin’ slayed
They keep begging me to change
Talked to Future the other day and he say I need to change lanes (yeah)
Cause they gon’ try to count you out til you make them count you in (yeah)
Stimulate my brain (yeah, yeah) had to tell ’em I ain’t leaving out the same way I came in (yeah) (oh, fuck what i saying)
Whole lot a heron, I sell that shit right in front of my momma
Swear I would never run just like a man ima face my problems
Even when my voice fucked up
Ima spit in the booth Ima go in like a goblin
Nigga got me fucked up
Ima spin on his block, I admit that I had shot him
VVss in my chain tell that hoe Young Thug everything
Hearing voices in brain hoping everything change
I been rolling through the streets and been clutching on my heat
I put blood all on my feet and I put cameras in my trees (baby)
Said I changed on you, but I feel that you changed on me
I said my prayers and you gon’ sow just what you reap (yeah)
I been taking Adderall mixing it with lean (mixin’ it wit lean)
Hope I don’t wake in my sleep

[Chorus]
Too many problems (too many problems) (yeah)
Thinking how I’m gone solve it (yeah) (solve it, solve ’em)
So much pain in my body (yeah)
They selling lies and I bought it (yeah) (sell those lies and I bought it)
Don’t tell me that you love me, if you ain’t going to die for me (oh)
You can stay to fuck from round me
If you ain’t gonna ride for me (eh)
Tell me you would never leave
How could you just lie to me (yeah)
Get from off your knees you ain’t got to cry to me (yeah)
I been giving all my love, tell me do you feel it
Never learn gotta trust sittin’ in penitentiary
All for you I’ll take a slug baby
Who the realest had to tell her I’m a genie
I can answer wishes (yeah) (I can answer wishes man)

[Verse 2]
Been in love never help me solve my problems (my problems)
I wish that I could find a girl just like my momma
I don’t wanna hurt nobody, but still ride around with that chiper (yeah)
Zole life to the end, tell them free the main sniper(tell ’em free kodak)

[Outro]
Yeah (I call that)
Slatt Slatt Slatt
That’s all life
I said that’s
Slatt Slatt Slatt
Yeah

Camila Cabello – Havana lyrics

Feat. Young Thug

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
He didn’t walk up with that “how you doin’?” (uh)
When he came in the room
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
But I can’t without you
I knew him forever in a minute (hey)
That summer night in June
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like…

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (ayy)
I knew it when I met him (ayy), I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And then I had to tell him, I had to go
Oh na-na-na-na-na (woo)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery, just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn (fresh out East Atlanta)
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me
Shawty cravin’ on me, get to eatin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’, on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, baby

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back (uh huh) to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (oo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh, na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back
Hey, hey…
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (hey)
Take me back to my Havana…

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (hey)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, (ayy, ayy) na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Outro: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Uh huh
Oh, na-na-na (oh, na, yeah)
Oh, na-na-na
Oh, na-na-na (no, no, no, take me back)
Oh, na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

A-Trak & Falcons – Ride For Me (feat. Young Thug & 24hrs)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, woo!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
A-Trak, woo!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Thugger, woo!
Baby, woo, woo, uh

[Chorus: Young Thug & 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (tell me you gon’ ride for me, ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display, nigga (yeah)
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him
Bet, bet, nigga leakin’ on his sheets (pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
That’s the shit I get when I get (when I get that)
Buy a bag and smoke it like a zip (like a zip)
Tell me where’s the logic in [?]
Bustin’ a bazooka, turn your noodle to chalupa
[?]
Livin’ like a dork, fuck a geek
You don’t gotta work no more (work no more)
You can go get everything you see (everything about that)
I was just was chillin’ with your bitch
And I went on and cut the chase and told her, "Suck a nigga’s dick or somethin’" (SANDOS)
I was 17 and I was gettin’ it like a fuckin’ ball player
Then I took care all my kids for somethin’ (big [?] shit)
Big player, I’ma pop into the end zone (yeah)
Good lookin’, she gon’ chew it like some bubblegum
I’ma spend a lot of money ’cause it’s more to come (money)
I was havin’ zero dollars, now a nigga on (yeah, yeah)
Tell you when I get back (tell you when I get back)
Tell me when I cash out (hah)
Tell me why you ran from my mama
Yeah yeah, you know I ain’t scared of that (you know I ain’t scared of that)
These bitches know a nigga ballin’ (ballin’)
And you know we playin’ with these bands (playin’ with them bands)
Spyder shit, the Bentley crawlin’ (ah, ah, ah)
My lil’ nigga dead on a Xan (dead on them Xan)
Big dawg shit off the rip
Big bag make a nigga limp (blat)
Put five bands on your lip (blat, blat, blat)
You better nip it in the bud like a chip (nip it in the bud)
Little red robbin’ nigga, do it (do it)
Little red ridin’ in the hood nigga (hood)
Pablo got me chokin’ on that good (good)
And you can’t do it better than he could (could)
Fuck Donald Trump, leave him ditch slumped
Trap boomin’ like I’m ISIS nigga, big bomb
Whole lotta shit, that’s what your bitch need, no
Whole lotta dick is what your bitch get though (yah)
Whole lotta money got these bitches changin’ minds
Whole lotta money got them wanna stay around (swear)
Way too much money, quick, get that shit down (bitch)
Bitch, don’t you trip, don’t you make a fuckin’ sound

[Chorus: Young Thug & 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (tell me you gon’ ride for me, ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display, nigga, yeah
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him

[Verse 2: 24hrs]
24hrs
Me and A-Trak in a two-seater (skrrt, skrrt)
Fuck around and drink the whole two liter (damn)
She said, "Twenty, boy, you don’t care" (You don’t care)
Chain lit up like a fair (bling bling)
TYO my mothafuckin’ blood brother (blood brother)
Hundred bands a week, I keep it undercover (count it up)
Put a 50 on your head for my little brother (50)
Pullin’ up to Vegas in a helicopter (hey)
VVS diamonds like a chandelier
Shawty, she give ass, I cannot handle it
Money stacked tall, it’s not little (sheesh)
She said, "Twenty fuck me like a little… beast"
I feel just like Raji on the jetski (damn)
I’ma buy her diamonds if she let me (bling)
Sippin’ on mimosas with the jeweler (jeweler)
Only measure money with a ruler (ruler)
"Twenty, you been on my mind
A-Trak, you been on my mind
Thugger, you been on my mind"
Hello, pussy really call my line
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
Hello, you should really call my mind

[Chorus: 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (you live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display
Catch a murder case, then I skip states
Catch a murder case, then I skip states

[Outro: 24hrs]
You been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line

Kash Doll – Summer Sixteen Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
I’m out here tryna get them m’s
Yeah, all summer ‘16, all summer ‘16
And my whip so clean
And I’m getting this money like I own a football team
And my ass so fat, and my head game mean
I’m out here tryna get them m’s
Don’t make me pull up on hoes
The way that I flex on this bitches
Is like I pull up on hoes
Steph Curry with the shot
I might just pull up on hoes
And I’m your fairy boss mother
I should put pull ups on hoes
I don’t give a fuck about a hater
All I wanna do is get this paper
All I want to do is get a check
When I see a hater, see you later!
Haha, bitches be making me laugh
But you will never be Keisha
Difference is I count up the cash
I went and bought an Audi, this bitch bought a Honda
Her shoe game is broke! I’m wearing red bottoms
I’m flying first class, these bitches flying coach
My bag is Chanel, her purse came from Coach
Man get the fuck out of here!
Yeah, Ms. Twerk Something with the dance moves
Ricky Ross with the moon walk
Chief Keef with the goon talk
Young Thug with the swag shit
Getting money I’ma brag bitch!
Ri-Ri made the niggas work
Blac Chyna, I’m a bad bitch!
Yeah, I’m in a pink foreign with the roof gone
Baby cop a feel with the coupe
Hit a button now the roof on
Only fucking with the bad bitches
Only fucking with the real niggas
Middle fingers for these mad bitches
Fuck you and all your ugly friends

[Bridge: Kash Doll]
I’m so fucking tired looking on my timeline
No this gotta be said, these bitches getting all this work done
But you still ugly, you still ugly
Look at this point
Fix your weave out
Before you come for me
You know what, at this point put some respect on my name
Haha
Is she done?

[Verse 2: B. Simone]
Bitches be thinking that I worry ‘bout ‘em
Honestly I don’t give a fuck about them
Honestly I can really do without them
I took your man, pull um in his phantom
I’m tryna go vegan I’m good on the beef
Your nigga be creeping, work until you see
Bitches is fake, I don’t let ‘em leech
If I run a man, he never gon’ leave
I get my sun no astrology
These bitches they need to acknowledge me
They are my sons, not biologically
But mommy deserves an apology
I’m at the top and you can’t get on top of me
Niggas play games so I call them Monopoly
I am for sure bitch and your just a probably
Fucking with me, getting money, he gotta be
Ooh!
Damn, you ain’t my dude so why is you tripping (what?)
Nigga stop bitching I just let you eat up the kitten
Give me good too, and then it’s good riddens
Killing these bitches like fuck a civilian
Swear you the bomb I never heard you ticking
Bitches talk shit, and then they go missing

Way longer – Future feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Future – Way longer

I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with these niggas
We got money way longer than these niggas
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you. (way longer)(x6)

We take them b***h nigga to Bleveland then we kill him (soowoo!)
Trick or treat, b***h, I’m hot as a skillet
Man, I’ve been high for so long, gon lost my feelings (oh my God)
Nigga play with JT, swear to god I’ma lose my ceilings
I got in touch with the racks and I ran ’em up for my kiddies
I spent like fifty whole racks, f*ck up my voice and my kidneys
Young Thug got cheese like croissants versuri-lyrics.info
My shoes don’t got shoestrings so therefore I lace the blunt
Sittin’ in the helicopter, watching these roaches
I’ma pop em all, pop em all, pop em all (pop em all)
Run into yo b***h and told her three things
Drop them draws, drop them draws, drop them draws (drop them b***h)
Pour up a four and take a pill but these ain’t Tylenol
I’m on a one five .., child lock, Young Future gon top you all

I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with these niggas
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill you (woah)
I don’t know what the f*ck is wrong with these niggas (with these niggas)
We got money way longer than these niggas (woah)
They gon turn your casket over when they kill you (ah)
They break it down and tear you open before they bill youuu.
Future lyrics
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Bag – Lil Uzi Vert feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Bag

Funny, you can’t turn me down
I already know nobody don’t got my back
Yeah, yeah.
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks.

Ooh
Boy, you cappin
Boy, you cappin
Ooh, you ain’t put nothing on the map
Choppa on my lap
Ooh, she like when I pop them tags
Yeah, don’t trip ’bout my tag, yeah
Get my swag from my dad, yeah
Hunnid bands in my baaag.
30 rounds in my mag
f*ck niggas bit my swag, ayy
I was just tryna walk past, yeah
Put your lil b*tch on a jet
Then sucked my dick in your lap, yeah
Smile in the whip, drive fast
Goin’ way faster than the Dash
Wanna race, boy, get dragged
Talking too slick, get clapped
f*cking your b*tch, no fag
So f*ck nigga better relax, ’cause everything I say facts
I skate on a b*tch like Vans
Been wearing them shits ..
Ridin’ ’round all black Mac
Know I gotta watch my back.

Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Versuri-lyrics.info
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks.

Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh
f*ck around, hunt you
Kick s**t, Kung Fu
All my foreigns new
Throwing my Mountain Dew
Diamonds from Cancun
Twenty b*tches at the fountain blue
Psychic clowns, too
Your diamonds got clouds, too
Money talking loud, too
Can’t wait to embarrass you
I was thuggin’ like a bastard too
I f*ck like midnight blues
Three-hunnid for the big Bentley Coupe (Uh, yeah)
Wrist on froze like “Ouch”
Got a car in the house like a couch
Been rich, your b*tch can vouch, yeah
Now bring your scout, yeah
I put my dick in her mouth, yeah
We was on your couch, yeah
I put my nut on her comb, now you got a nut in your hair
Chanel on her panties
My flow ..
I got me a wife, but I still live like a bastard
I told her we married
But I’m never ‘gone marry her
I married the money and karats
I’m not tryna embarrass ya.

Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacksss.
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
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Big B s – Chance the Rapper feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Chance the Rapper – Big B s

Big business
Like the opp say big business, you know what I’m saying, f*cks
Yeah, now watch me.(big b s)

Handful of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, nigga get some business
Whole lotta h**s, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff ‘er with the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, talk s**t Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch ’em at the club sipping, f*ck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain’t doing that, I’ma f*ck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, hold on
f*ck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
f*ck around and set the b*tch off like Queen Latifah
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out ’bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me, sheesh.

Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
b*tch I know who I am, uhhh.

I got money on my card
Put some money on they books, that’s a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God, sheesh
Gross 3 mil off the new hat
If I could go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and I’ll loop that
Get a little money, I’ll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce “where the truth at?”
Had to ask Rahm “where the truth at?”
Now I can’t ride with the roof back
Tell ’em I don’t play around with other people’s kids
Got an office in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the Ritz
Gave a trip to my rib
‘Cause she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up when I pull up, ay
Got a little money from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, b*tch I mix the Henny with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo it’s a kidzo just for Kensli
Wake up real early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap skate
You could tell he’s lying, cheesecake.

Make a nigga b*tch tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big body
b*tch said nigga need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can’t fit in my pocket versuri-lyrics.info
I’m a street nigga, I’ma eat me some soup, I’ma let my b*tch eat pasta
Told y’all niggas ain’t stopping
Black card in my wallet, I’ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam’ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty f*cked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn nana
Young nigga f*cked ’round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga f*cked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain’t no rapper nigga, I teach ya
I’m a big dog, no pedigree, I eat racks
Boomerang your b*tch sweet, she coming back.(big b s)

Please, please
Treat me like you know who I am
Please, please
b*tch I know who I am, uhhh.(big b s)
Chance the Rapper lyrics
Video B’s

DJ Khaled – Whatever (feat. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain’t known to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello", catch up
Ring me up like your pop-pop, whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe, keep up!
That V-12 ’bout to heat up, grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray, watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up when they told me "Don’t matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches and I subpoenaed these niggas
To see who was real
I supported my bank account and I wouldn’t tell you the account

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers, misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari, residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus, blueberry with the big homie
Idols becoming rivals, down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money, she at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty’s what I lust, how I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes, love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled my blood, got several M’s in my safe

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales, residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick, man I cure like nails
Competition might fail, repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes, dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider, lobster on my rider, uh
You can get the platter, uh, I put my money up
You gon’ need a ladder, work, no acrobatics
Work, no calisthenics, my dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee, my car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic, pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[Bridge: Future]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I’m just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!

Calvin Harris – Heatstroke (feat. Young Thug, Pharrell Williams & Ariana Grande) (Funk Wav Bounces Vol. 1 Album)

Won’t you please
Slow it down?
I’m tryna talk to you, darlin’
Tryna walk with you, darlin’
Do you hear me?
And no-no-no-no-nobody can stop it
The love you got from me
And every time, I look out at my seat today
They chase, they flash they flash, yes
Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m tryna beat it up, Beat Pills right now
Athletic in the sheets, I got skills right now
Break bread with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in the club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that bitch and spray it like ‘Raid’
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of lemonade
QB, I’ll throw it
Teeth white, Newports
I won’t need, like shorts
80 thousand dollar Birkin bag in the Porsche
I’m tryna fuck with you ’til we on life support
I’ll split it with you if we get half of Michael Jordan
No toilet tissue, I shit on niggas ’cause life is short (facts)
No passport to go with me, I had to get deported
Release, let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Release (release), let go (let go), and have a good time
Let’s have a good, have a good time, ow
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I’ve just been inspired
Oh babe
Jeffery!
Brand new chapter of a real you
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hunnid’ bottles in the club, real one room
Girl you gotta keep up with a boss move
King of the jungle, tycoon
Everybody thinking that’s a cartoon
We just wanna party, way back in the war room
Do you want some? No I don’t, son
Tryna watch me ballin’, do you want money?
I’m just tryna turn up, tryna work something
Shawty suck the dick good, she wanna fuck it first
Hey mista, you a rat burn
Good hair down her back
Rich nigga, I like ’em ratchet
Fuck it up, throw it back
No shave, Brazilian wax
Release, let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Release (release), let go (let go), and have a good time
Let’s have a good, have a good time, ow
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
Oh, when you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I’ve just been inspired
When you do things like this
And you set me free, boy
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I’ve just been inspired
Hey babe
I could sweat like this all night
Oh, heatstroke, oh
I think you opened my eyes

Young Thug, 2 Chainz, Wiz Khalifa & PnB Rock – Gang Up

[Intro: PnB Rock]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz (Yeah)
I’m a villainous winner
With precision, I’m killing
Represent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a Taz Angel
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do?)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, are you gon’ post that

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride ‘case for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said "Facts"
Gang, gang, gang

[Hook: PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up

Calvin Harris – Heatstroke (feat. Young Thug, Pharrell & Ariana Grande)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Won’t you please?
Slow it down
I’m tryna talk to you, darlin’
Tryna walk with you, darlin’
Do you hear me?
And no-no-no-no-nobody can stop it
The love you got from me
And every time, I look out at my seat today
They chase, they flash they flash, yes

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m tryna beat it up
Beat Pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red braids, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in that club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that bitch and spray it like ‘Raid’
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of lemonade
QB, I’ll throw it
Teeth white, Newports
I want knees, right choice
80 thousand dollar Birkin bag in the Porsche
I’m tryna fuck with you till we on life support
I’ll split it with you if we get half of Michael Jordan
No toilet tissue, I shit on niggas ’cause life’s short (facts)
No passport to go with me
I had to get deported

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired
Oh babe

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery!
Brand new chapter, if I read you?
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hunnid’ bottles in the club, real one room
Girl you gotta keep up with a boss move
King of the jungle, tycoon
Everybody thinking that it’s a cartoon
We just wanna party, we back in the war room
Do you want some? No I don’t sir
Tryna watch me balling, do you want money?
I’m just tryna turn up, tryna work something
Shawty suck the dick, but she wanna fuck it first
Hey Mister? You a rapper
Good hair, got a bad ass
Rich nigga, I like ’em ratchet
Fuck it up, throw it back
No shave, Brazilian waxed

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired
When you do things like this
And you set me free, boy
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired

[Outro: Pharrell Williams & Ariana Grande]
Hey, hey this one make me so naughty
I think you opened my eyes

Heatstroke – Calvin Harris feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Calvin Harris – Heatstroke

I’m trying to talk to you darling
Trying to pull with you darling
But you hit me.(heatstroke)

Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m trying to beat it up versuri-lyrics.info
Beat pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red hair, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in the club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that b*tch and spray it like raid
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of Lemonade.

Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time.

When you look things like this, you set me free
How come everyone gets tired?
When you look…

Brand new trap
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hundred bottles in the club real ..
Girl you gotta keep up with a ..
Calvin Harris lyrics
Video Calvin Harris

Trap trap trap – Rick Ross feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Rick Ross – Trap trap trap

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap trap trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap trap trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap.

First one on the block, woah
I need mine off the top, uh
Over town, he got shot
Muddy died in Opa-locka
Couldn’t save one lung
Hit ’em up, hmm, hmm
See the look on my face (woo!)
Like Carol City one state
Niggas hate on my sound
‘Til I went the first round
Then I earnt the Lombardi
Ain’t no f*ckboys allowed
Only f*ck if she exclusive
Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie
To tell the truth I didn’t ask
When it come to b*tches I’m Gucci
I’m the wrong one to rob
In the jungle I’m Nas
In the label I’m Russ
In the trap I’m Rick Ross
Double M, Goldman Sachs
Just like Omar and Khloe
You can’t dial for the packs
I sent you right back loaded.

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap.

I was tryna bet the whole map, Vegas, stay in the trap
Niggas talkin’ ’bout raidin’ the trap
Man I’m ’bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin’ ape shit)
Nigga watch your babies in the trap
Nigga cook a whole base in the trap
Young nigga slave in the trap
Nigga run base, base in the trap
I’m ’bout to get this shit movin’, yeah
Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah
Wrist in the water, I need me a boat
I’m ’bout to get this shit cruisin’, yeah
Stand at the stove ’til you’re woozy, woozy
Let’s make a movie, movie, yeah
Movie, movie, movie versuri-lyrics.info
b*tch I’m richer than Tom Cruise, yeah
So many different meds on me
f*ck around, call the fed on me
Chk, boom boom boom your head, homie
Draco got a lot of lead on it
You dead.

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap.

Wale though
I ain’t nothin’ like the trap niggas
Goyard backpack nigga
Uber crates ’til the feds pull up
Woo woo, cataracts, nigga
I’m the type, holla at the wife
Her body yours, but her soul is mine
Adios, do a hundred 20
All she want is good d*ck and advice
Wraith, scrappin’ my tires
Jameson ’til I’m fried
Famous here but I’m humble
Double M the Empire
Renzel got me all day
Kyrie, he LeBron James
Tired niggas say Folarin ain’t top SportsCenter every day
I ain’t nothin’ like them trap guys
I mean I kinda do bag dimes
I kinda never do back down
Leave a nigga high via rap lines
Get a beat, leave it baptized
Mob ties, but it’s black lives
Black lives, nigga, trap lives
Gimme five on the black side.

I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap trap trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap trap trap, trap, sheesh
Brown bag legend ’cause it’s all cash
Brown bag legend when it’s all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trappp.
Rick Ross lyrics
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Fetti – Yung Ralph feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Yung Ralph – Fetti

Hey yo man, we got Juug motherf*ckin’ man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi.(fetti)

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

I’m bout to stop f*ckin’ with niggas I know ain’t with it
(f*ck em)
You lil f*ck niggas is momma boys, go suck a titty (b*tch!)
f*ck it, I cop a new ride and
I pick up some hoes in the city (skrrt!)
Mollies on person, you know I get nerf in it, freaky
No barbaric b*tch, I got on some Burberry
I keep them blue Benjamins on me for credit
If you go on this move you might get you a slice like a deli
Big choppers, I got lots of bullets and trailers
I’m a big dog, I’m a big dog
Be with my boy, pina colada
I am a tiger, f*ck a Mufasa
I shit like a diaper, I’m never gon’ wife her
Swear, swear, I’m never gon’ wife her
I catch her the bed and I f*ck out the lights
I swear I’m in Europe, but I don’t got Facetime, baby girl, we can Skype.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it.

Yeah, why your b*tch on me? Yeah
Yeah, all of my boxers be Tommy
Don’t run up on me ya’ll
My little b*tch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya’ll
Drive that foreign like a Chevy, envy Thugger and Young Fetty
Yeah, I’m countin’ all that fetti, nowadays my jewelry heavy
Ya I’m rockin’ on designer clothes
Ya nowadays sharin’ my hoes
Ya everyday hear bout this dough
Just in case you didn’t know
I had your b*tch on my phone
Little nigga now you know
Pull up right there on your block
You know Thugger got the pole, yeah
Now I be gettin’ the knots
Lil Uzi rockin’ them shows yahh
Countin’ fetti, not a rapper
Treat the game like rock and roll ya.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let’s count some fettiii
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet it.

Gucci and Louie come straight out the box
I play with Fetti but my name ain’t Wap
Hop out that truck and I hop in the drop
Hit from the back but I love her on top
What would you do for the cash?
Care what you do for the cash
I’m talkin’ that money with Thugger right now while we thumb through a bag
Still on the block, yeah I still do that work
Still movin’ snow and that purp
Niggas own G’s, oh don’t play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt
Hit a nigga where it hurt
I’ma get her out her skirt
Shoot an uzi by my nigga Uzi in the winter time ridin’ vert’
Diamonds flashin’ like an ambulance
In the bank doin’ the money dance
Overseas with a foreign b*tch, she red for me, gotta get a tan
What would you do for this paper baby?
Still screamin’ f*ck a hater baby
I’m the Cavs, you the Lakers baby
Gated cribs sit on acres baby, Juug.

What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don’t bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fettiii, let’s count some fetti
I am so ready, why you spaghetti?
I want that fettiii, I need that fettiii
She want that fettiii, believing in fettiii, bet ittt.
Yung Ralph lyrics
Video Ralph

Bit bak – Birdman feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Birdman – Bit bak

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

f*ck is you talkin’ bout? I pull up and talk it out
I pull out the stick yeah, make everybody walk it out
She slob on my dick yeah, she do it for the girl scout
She f*ck on my b*tch yeah, she eating my girl out
GTV til I hurl out versuri-lyrics.info
Run a plan, get swirled out
What the f*ck you so early bout
You dead broke at your girl house
I’m sellin’ out shows now, I bring out the world now
I f*ck on your girl yeah, I tear up your world yeah yeah
I’m high as the nose bleed, that gold like a trophy
White boy on a nigga team
That purple my choice of lean (yeah)
My pockets on Jimmy Dean (yeah)
My AP so clear the scene (yeah)
We big I could see and read
My fingers a couple keys yeah.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bands
I do it for my momma man
We came out the trash can
Look at me the last man
Look at me the last man standing
Maybach panoramic
That b*tch is sleepin, no xanax
f*ck em all no scamin’
I’m rich before your grandaddy
Versace Versace make em panic
The mansion made her wear the panties
She asked a nigga where the plan at?
Baking soda, whole ‘nother planet
I’m havin’ water where the Titanic?
New watch, the Titanic
I ran it up now they all hatin’ on me
Playin’ with me better put some respekt on it.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Seven day
Strip club tour
Every last one fill with bands
ATL on a Monday
Chi-Town on a Tuesday
New York on a Wednesday
En Noir on a Thursday
Miami on a Friday
Vegas on a Saturday
LA on Sunday
Rich Gang lifestyle
Type of shit we do
Rich Gang
B’s up.

I’m in a Maybach at a kick back
Gettin’ geeked out my mind
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back, bit bak
I’m in a Maybach at a kick back with a big rack
I’m in a Maybach cost big racks (big racks)
Big ol’ racks yeah!
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
Run up them bands, f*ck is you doin’
That money pursue it nigga, the f*ck is you doin’
You run up some bands nigga, the f*ck is you doin’.

Stunna Stunna man
I bet em five hundred bands
Rich gang we the talibans
Bust through them rubber bandsss.
Birdman lyrics
Video bak

Cook up – Young Scooter feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Young Scooter – Cook up

Young Scooter, yeah
Young Jeffery, yeah
You know what I’m sayin’?
I get it, I dig it, yeahhh
Let’s get it.(cook up)

I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, versuri-lyrics.info
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callin’.

Run it up, run it up, run it up
It’ll go up and down like push ups
Ten thou’ in each pot
That’s 40 thou’ to cook up (whip)
I got Falcons and Hawks
All my birds remixed up (remix)
Chris Tucker, money talks
Play with me, get hit up (count up)
All my diamonds lit up (woo!)
Eliantte, woo (water)
I just bought a helicopter, yacht and a coupe
It ain’t got no roof (nah)
I do what bosses do (check)
I got on special made Jordans, five thousand a shoe (jugg!)
I’ma keep them bands like a drummer, dawg (jugg!)
Gave the plug to my niggas, I don’t ball hog (hog)
Yeah I got a lot of haters, but fuck all y’all (fuck ’em)
Onyx, Magic and Follie’s, done fucked all y’all (Scooter!).

I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, ..
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callin’.

The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook
The cook uppp, the cook uppp, the cook uppp
You take you a pot, and you take you some folks
They cook up, they cook uppp, they cook uppp
Who cook it the best? (Slatt, slatt)
Who do it, may flush? (Do it, may flush)
Who ..
Whose diamonds is flooded?
There go 12, flush (flush)
Escape out the sheriff bus (woo)
Young nigga gettin’ rich, that’s a must
No deodorant.

I’ma keep some bands on me, yeah dawg (yeah, dawg)
I’m just tryna get my bread on (bread on)
I’m with Mally Mall and we got plenty homes (Mally Mall)
Ballin’ with my team, I don’t ball hog, hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin’ with my friends, ..
Niggas servin’ ki’s, daily
Run it up, stop callin’
Run up you some bands, nigga stop callin’
I just wrapped some birds
Servin’ out the van at that corner store
Catch me whippin’ up the bands, money callinnn’.
Young Scooter lyrics
Video up

Future – Who Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Foreign cars everywhere
Bad bitches everywhere
Take the tool everywhere
We make this money everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
These niggas straight outta the hood
They going to Paris
That whip that we whipping exotic
These Bitches exotic on gas

(Metro Boomin want some more nigga)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I’m getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I’m living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y’all (oh)
Who the fuck think I’m a sucka?
Who the fuck think I won’t pull up and let loose?
(who the fuck? who the fuck?)
I got three bitches with me
I’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ fuck with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?
Who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don’t fuck everyone that’ll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?

[Verse 1: Future]
Check Gang
Let’s have a moment of silence for niggas
Ain’t round with us (ha, ah, ah)
Doing booking, come through (hoo)
Splash on niggas, on the gas on niggas (yea)
In Milan eating fettuccine
Front row with the fashion show niggas (hoo)
Fuck around and go buy a Lamborghini (hoo, hoo, hoo)
I’m going NASCAR on niggas (hoo, hoo)
Puffing on the la la (yea)
I’ve been the fly guy when niggas rocked IZOD
I’m moving chickens like Popeye (oh)
Old money, new money
Nigga never getting old, threw a young nigga rock (hoo)
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Cooking up the raw dope right now
Used to break down a whole ounce
Used to break down a whole ounce
I gotta weigh the money up now
It’s taking too long for me to count
Decisions, decisions
You fucking with me, that’s a head on collision
Them MACS and them TECS and the FN’s , then 9s (brr)
We hustled, we struggled, we made it and grind
Nigga this Avatar
Aye the Young Thug going Brazy
Young Thug going Brazy! (try me)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Hanna Montana! Banging in red bandanas (blatt, blatt)
They wanna fuck on me
Cause I get choppas with ammo (strrt)
Niggas gon’ hate on me
Cause I’m at the top with bro though (ooh)
Head Honcho
Hold up
Kick in your mom door
Shoot with the 4 4 (five)
Hell is you doing?
Hold up, wait, I can’t breathe, nigga
Half a mil’ I done took on my street nigga (swear to god)
All white, Thug fit, I won’t eat, nigga (skrrt)
Run off with them keys, I won’t see them niggas (skrrt)
Geeked up but the money geek
I run bands up on another street
Best stylist in the world can’t dress me (no)
Keep a pistol just in case he wanna test me (test me)
I keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eat
I keep racks and all of my niggas gon’ eat (eat)
Where’s Tar? Man I need me some XANS
I just left the beach and I’m having all the sand (hey)

[Hook: Young Thug]
Pull up in, and hop out a foreign car
And I’m getting trailed by a foreign broad (oh)
I’m living life like an Avatar
I got a stick when I pull up on y’all (oh)
Who the fuck think I’m a sucka?
Who the fuck think I won’t pull up and let loose?
(who the fuck? who the fuck?)
I got three bitches with me
I’ma pull up on Bleveland, they gon’ fuck with the crew
(buenos dias aye)
Who gonna stop me now? Who’s gonna stop me now?
Who’s gonna stop me, boy? who? (woo)
I can’t get all of you, somebody come with me
Just in case you can tie shoes (woo)
How many times have I told you
If you don’t fuck everyone that’ll be rude? (rude)
How many times have i told you
To bring me me bags and you could be cool?

Internet – Lil Durk feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Lil Durk – Internet

Pus*y boy, you ain’t been a threat
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ Rapchat
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
/You just do it for the internet./(x9)

You a killa with a gun emoji
And yo’ baby daddy been a goofy
They bossin’ over Cali, eatin’ sushi
Brown Yeezys on me, color dookie
Took a point, wanna hang me
In the trenches where I’m famous
Bank broke, that’s the same shit
Switch-a-roo that’s the same shit
Snap me threads like I’m worried ’bout ’em
Fineese his ass, got the syrup out ’em
20k for a 16
He ain’t never got a verse out ’em
The other side we ain’t worried ’bout ’em
Tell them b*tches we don’t care about ’em
Hit the bank get some bills out it
Hit the hood with Benz Matic
She wanna suck me ’til my kids fall
Cut her off like a jigsaw
Suck me up, face eggnog
‘Lil Durk but I’m a big dawg
Twitter niggas wanna kill me
Instagram wanna kill me
Snapchat wanna kill me
Periscope wanna kill me.

Pus*y boy, you ain’t been a threat
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ Rapchat
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
/You just do it for the internet./(x9)

I’m drinkin’ Act, not no Similac
Used to be broke, you remember that
My diamonds cold like December back
In the back of the hoe like a centerback
Why would you run with the purple bag?
Man I was just riding with that loud pack
I got four hoes, I’m that type of man
Man I gotta take me a virgin
You got a fat ass, she gon’ shake it
I don’t want no fat on yo’ waist, yeahhh
You talkin’ that shit on the ‘Gram
It’s never same thing that it’s tagged me in yeah
You on Snapchat goin’ crazy
I f*ck around goin’ in brazy
Ain’t nobody seein’ yo’ Facebook
That shit movin’ slow as the Matrix
f*ck around and take her to the basement
f*ck around and blast on yo’ face, yeah
f*ck around and clear this place, yeah
f*ck around and buy my spaceship
I’m chargin’ 100 bands a date
You can invade my space, yeahhh
Tough talkin’ we ain’t in to that
(pus*y boy you ain’t been a threat).

Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ Rapchat
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
/You just do it for the internettt./(x9)
Lil Durk lyrics
Video Lil Durk

Red sox – Juvenile feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Juvenile – Red Sox

I take it, you niggas think I’m a fake
It’s all in your face, I can see ya hate
I ain’t doing good, I’m doing great
We been living in the ghetto to estates
You a pussy nigga, you ain’t gon’ relate
But these b*tches gon’ do what a nigga say
I start with A and then end with a K
I’m home these b*tches get in the way
Man, I hunt a nigga down with the choppa
Circle round this whole town like a helicopter
Down for whatever, coke, pounds or whatever
I was raised in a broken house, I know no better
Nigga put in the bag, boy you a fag
I knew my mamma very well, I ain’t know my dad
Camouflage rags up in the air
Got some soldiers over here, soldiers over there
Bust a nigga in the club, he need Obamacare
I bet I put you in the grave before your mama there
Peeling off in the Rover ya’ll saw me
Got to send ‘ em shout out to the drunkest young boy
Lil’ nigga with a trunk full of narcotic
I got every pill except an antibiotic
”S” on my chest got me feeling bionic
You can roll a nigga in paper, I’m chronic.(red sox)

H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
H-o-t Boy, nigga catch ’em Hy!-beats
I ain’t advertising but you can try hire me
Ok now throw up what you banging
If you in the hood, you need to be slanging
Nigga run it to the top, get the guap
Run it to the top, while y’all flock
Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
Yeah, I’m banging red like a Red Sox.

Pussy nigga is your time to die, nigga death o’clock
Nigga, nigga i’m heating it’s a fed clock
Yeah Juvie, I say yeaaaah Juvie.

Lord Of The Ring my nigga, I’m bleedin’ I’m fiendin’ my nigga
Hey I’m fiendin’ for digits and millions
Nigga smokin’ green, racks stacked up like green tree
Living life like my new single, cash out like Charlie Sheen (cash!)
I sell collar greens, spend the profit on jelly beans
You soft nigga, jolly feet, sold many drugs, nigga gotta eat
Sneakin’ and geekin’, a pull up on weekends, I f*ck on the deacon’s daughter
The cousin, the bousin, the mother, the father
The Uncle, the aunt, I roll up a blunt
Bring out the remix of Stoner, I call it The Stunt
I won’t tell you once, we eatin’, we feastin’, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch, we lunch!

H-o-t Boy, ready to d-i-e (on blood!)
H-o-t Boy, nigga catch ’em Hy!-beats
I ain’t advertising but you can try me
Ok now throw up what you banging
If you in the hood, you need to be slinging
Nigga run it to the top, get the guap
Run it to the top, while y’all flock
Hey, I’m banging red like a Red Sox
Yeahhh, I’m banging red like a Red Soxxx.
Juvenile lyrics
Video sox