Future, Drake & Young Thug – D4l Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
(808 my crew)
(Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
FBG, YSL, know just what’s brackin’, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
FBG, YSL, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Louis Vuitton bandana, bro, what hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
D4L, Stunna Man, say what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What’s hannenin’?)
You go outside, you better back it

[Verse 1: Future & Young Thug]
Oh, my right wrist a Ferrari (Skrrt, skrrt)
Foreign breed, American, she call me papi (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Vroom, vroom, Hellcat, give it to the goons (Vroom)
On that Earl Manigault, shootin’ it out the spoon
Seen a prom queen smoke crack when I was lil’
Million dollars in cash like I sell drugs (Sell drugs)
Gave my bitch a hundred racks, vacuum sealed up (Vacuum seal, what?)
Vacuum sealed up

[Chorus: Young Thug & Drake]
FBG, YSL, know just what’s brackin’, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
FBG, OVO, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Richard Mille, all year, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
YSL bandana, man, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
D4L, Stunna Man, man, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What’s hannenin’?)
You go outside, you better back it (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Drake]
Go to Palm Springs for a daytrip
Freeband, October’s Own, it’s the same shit

Shawty keep on knockin’ back the shots, better pace this
Woah, woah, bank knows presidential faces
Woah, woah, Bankhead, started seein’ spaceships, woah
We just started f*ckin’, she impatient
Now she want a butt lift, now she want some LASIK
Just to see the bag clearer, that way she can chase it
Ayy, ayy
I remember grade six, I was up in Payless tryna get some Asics
Now I’m Nike’d down in a motherf*ckin’ snake pit
Now I’m type of nigga give it out and I don’t take shit (808 my crew)

[Verse 3: Future & Young Thug]
I been in the cut for thirteen thousand months
(Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
All that brr, you gon’ think we from Saudi Arabia
Money counter brr (Yeah), ayy
My trap comin’ up the street, brr (Let’s go)
I ran a check up on my feet (Run it up)
Bentley talk, Bentley talk, brr (Bentley)
Go ask your mama, I’m a boss, brr (Boss)
I got oil, I’m your daddy, brr (Daddy)
I bought her a ‘Rari (Swerve, skrrt), brr (‘Rari, yeah)
I eat calamari (Brr, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ma let her park me

[Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
FBG, YSL, know just what’s brackin’, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Told my story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (Yeah)
FBG, YSL, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Louis Vuitton bandana, bro, what hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
D4L, Stunna Man, say what’s hannenin’? (What’s hannenin’?)
Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (What’s hannenin’?)
You go outside, you better back it

Young Thug – Posse Cut (Elbow) Lyrics

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[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
Fishtailin’ down the parking lot of Magic City (Skrrt)
Penthouse, woke up in a mansion bedroom full of bitches (In a mansion)
Snitches get stitches, we put chopper bullets through your tissue (Brrrr)
And that don’t mean that you real because you got a pistol (It don’t)
I do this shit for my niggas (My niggas), all of my niggas official (Official)
All of my niggas tote pistols (Pistols), all of my niggas be killin’ (Killin’)
All of my niggas drug dealin’
Came from the trap, I could barely sleep
On that molly, I could barely eat
Just popped a percocet to get on my feet
Feds in the spot screamin’ “Get on yo’ knees!” (Duke)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 2: Losie]
Some of this shit we do, it’s not illegal (It’s illegal)
I’ma do this shit for my people (For my people)
If I don’t got it, I’m lookin’ out the peephole (Out the peephole)
And if she don’t do it right, I’ma teach her (Woah)
I won’t fuck the bitch, she a [?] (Woah, woah)
I don’t fuck with these niggas, they fake (No way)
Break the brick down, just bag (Bag it up)
They hatin’, nigga, don’t laugh (Woo)
I’m on fire, nigga, no match
And I hit the bitch, she pass (Pass)
‘Bout the money, nigga, I’m a assassin (What?)
YSL scorin’ baskets (Los’)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 3: Cheat Code]
I swear the money stickin’ to me like velcro (Like velcro)
Them crackers gave my partner [?] the people’s elbows (The people’s elbows)
They peep the way I’m startin’ to sell, bro, [?] the elbow
And if you built like you say, why you tell, bro? (Then why you tell?)
But it told on [?], this shit hell, bro (But this shit hell)
I still remember when I was sittin’ in that cell, bro (Sittin’ in that cell)
I swear to God I’m a product of my environment (My environment)
I swear to God I don’t care what them [?] (Fuck ’em)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 4: Wicced]
I just took a loss (Shit), but homie get that shit back (Let’s get it)
My cousin got a 20 (Fuck), he say he gon’ get that shit back (Yeah)
And if I take yo’ shit (Nah), nigga, you ain’t gettin’ shit back (Cash)
Yeah, we really with it (Ha), bitch, we really with it (With it)
Grindin’ like a motherfucker tryna get some digits (Money)
Cold hearted motherfucker, yeah, my heart is frigid (Sheesh)
But I got that skillet (Buck), I will make you feel it (Yeah)
I been in all red lately, Slugger say “Let’s get it” (Let’s get it)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

[Verse 5: Gunna]
I’m with the squad, with my boys, these my fuckin’ niggas (My fuckin’ niggas)
I’m goin’ hard to the core, we gon’ get them millions (Gon’ get them millions)
Weigh them bands on a scale, whip it in the kitchen (Whip it in the kitchen)
Free the real, all my niggas in the penitentiary (Free my niggas)
All these bands up in the spot, my trap done got too hot (The trap done got too hot)
My phone keep ringin’, it won’t stop, my wrist stay in the pot (Wrist stay in the pot)
I be workin’ through the night, I walk ’round with a knot (I walk ’round with a knot)
Servin’ in and out (In and out)
We workin’ through a drought (We workin’ through a drought)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
They hit the spot for a elbow (Elbow)
Just took a loss on a elbow (On a elbow)
The people’s choice on a elbow (The people’s choice, yeah)
I’m pretty sharp with my elbow (Elbow, elbow)
I’m seein’ stars with my niggas, hey (Stars with my niggas)
I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas, hey (I’m fuckin’ broads with my niggas)
I’m just preachin’ God to my niggas, hey (Preachin’ God to my niggas)
I rep the [?] my niggas lay (Wheezy beats)
Hey

Rich The Kid – That Way Lyrics

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[Intro]
Which way? Yeah, yeah
Diamonds, bow, woo (DJ Durel)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 1]
Flex up a jet, I’m on a pill, nah, for real
Money do a backflip, that way
Cuff a model, make her strip, that way
You can’t even talk to me
Count it up, blue cheese start callin’ me
Now my baby momma trippin’, keep stalkin’ me (What?)
In the trap, can’t sleep (Sleep)
[?] lean sippin’ (Lean)
Too much drugs in me (Too much drugs)
Rich Forever living (Rich)
Woke up countin’ a milli’
Now the Lamborghini off-white
I drop a six in a Sprite (A six)
Keep flexing, got the bands right (Flex)
Too high like a satellite (I’m high)
Gucci, I dropped fifty racks on a jet for nothin’ (What?)
Double CC, got her icey, boy, her boyfriend bustin’ (Bitch)
Yeah, look at her ear (Ayy)
Got a ho flexed up with a chandelier
Drink too much lean, no belvedere (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 2]
Wrist, ice cream
Pull up flexin’, any bitch gon’ fuck me
I’ma hit it if she lucky (Woo)
Old money, real dusty (Money)
Overseas countin’ foreign cash (Cash)
To the trap for another bag (Ha, ha)
Christian Loub’s, red bottom swag (Woo)
YSL on me [?] (What?)
Fuck them niggas ’cause they hatin’ (Hatin’)
Got the Lamborghini waitin’ (Yeah)
I was posted with my Haitians (Haitians)
Rich Forever, we done made it (Rich)
Fuck her, left the ho in Vegas (Woo)
Overseas for the paper (What?)
Money old like a Sega (Old money)
I was walkin’ with a [?]
[?], that way
Keep flexin’ ’cause I’m rich, that way
We doin’ a show for the 2K (Woo)
Still trappin’, got the plug on 3-way
Still juggin’, got the block hot
Run up on you with a new Glock
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’, I flexed (Flex)
30K on a necklace (Woo, woo)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way (Woo, woo)

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

Lil Yachty – We Outta Here! Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yah, yah, yah, yah (ugh), yah, yah (Ayy)
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Uh-huh), yah
Hoo, yah, gang, gang, gang, gang (Lil Boat)
Yah, uh, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bank roll look like- (roll)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes, they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig get it snatched (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Minding my own business
Flex big time, fitness (Ooh)
Gotta get rid of your witness (Skrrt, skrrt)
Young nigga handle my business (Ooh)
Front yard lookin’ like Forza (Forza)
Bad bitch lookin’ like Georgia (Ooh)
Hit from the back, she call it torture
I got them hips, hop, scorcher (Bih!)
Fuck her one time, now that bitch cannot let go
I’m with K Preme sparkin’ gats at the Safeco
Flip up the phone (Brr), Metro
Suck on my balls (Skeet), Petco
I’m like Capone with a chop
SK with a stock, need me a hundred round
They outta stock (Du-du)
I want your bitch, she just-
I’ma jump in it head first off the top (Hey)
These niggas mad that I’m rich (Fuck ’em)
F them, my bitch is my bitch
My wrist is my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
YSL robe when I go take a piss? (Bling)
Ice in my teeth, when I smile see the glitz (Bling, bling)
I got her pissed off, 21 hours drinkin’ Crystal (Skeet)
I’m ’bout to cut the Bentaygas (Skeet, skeet)
Park VIP at the playoffs (Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Yeah, Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso (Mhm)
Take it out, go loco (Yup)
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier (Yah)
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bankroll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bankroll look like, roll
Bankroll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig, get it snatched (Lambo)

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Yo, double OG
Big dog, young nigga parrot, I eat (yeah)
All them niggas, yeah, behind my back (Humble!)
Say the word, you know the niggas is wack, wax (Frizzy)
All these niggas rappin’ wax, wack (Yeah)
All that bullshit you’re sayin’, wack (Huh?)
You ain’t gangsta and you know that’s facts (What?)
I’m a real gangster, nigga, know that, yeah
Shoot a nigga straight in the head like a throwback
You know I turn your head ’til you throw back (Ba-ba-ba-bow!)
And I been kickin’ shit for a long time
Young nigga been gangsta from way back (Yeah)
Takin’ shit nigga from way back (Way back)
AK-47 for that (For that)
You don’t nigga wanna go down (Go down)
Yeah, your bitch wanna go down (Yeah)
Bring your bitches to the spot (The spot)
Trap spot, yeah, the block stay hot (Stay hot)
Big Glock, bitch, know it stay hot (Stay hot)
Go two guns deep, that’s for Pete (That’s for Pete)
Murder gang, bitch that’s me (Bitch, on Blood)
Double RP, yeah that me (Yeah)
And I’m ridin’ double R (Double R)
Bet your bitch see the star (See the-)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco (Yeah)
Ice made bitches too nice (Yeah)
Bentley coupe like white rice (Bentley coupe)
Skrrt, he outta here (Outta here)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot (Maggot)
Probably is a-

Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

Gunna – World Is Yours Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 1]
My foot on they neck, her pussy stay wet
Put nut on her breasts, Gunna triple X
Cough syrup back-to-back, I hardly get rest
I fucked her like Thugger, just want me some sex
I’m never sober, too much of this red
Designer my cover, I drip in the bed
Bring me a bundle, I need rubber bands (Need rubber bands)
I done blew cheese and I don’t want the ranch
I’m a rockstar, I play with these bands
Come watch me blow through these racks like a fan (Racks like a fan)
I just went got out, I’m back at it again
The two-door couple new, I’m still waitin’ on a tint (Yeah)
Rackades, I had to invest in a bag (Uh)
Live the good life, all my bitches is bad (My bitch bad)
Take the price up, watch how niggas get mad (Uh)
Biscotti Backwoods, stopped smokin’ the grass

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 2]
These not G-STAR, coupe got On-Star (Uh)
Syrup make me slop, I sip that raw (Uh)
Life of a slime, I love somethin’ sharp (Slime)
Your girlfriend a dime, I might fuck her raw (Uh)
I lost my patience, I took that boy off
They think I’m racist, my white gon’ be Off
Your diamonds fugazi, don’t none of it cost
Whip that double R crazy, won’t do me like Ross (No)
Cherish my freedom, don’t live by the law
If my brothers get rich it’s gon’ be all my fault (Be all my fault)
Can speak for itself, so I barely can talk (Barely can talk)
My shirt match the belt and the belt match my drawers
I left ’em a trace, I drip when I walk
Busy as fuck, I can’t answer my calls (Answer my calls)
We livin’ up, no more shoppin’ in Ross (Nah)
Me and Wheezy way ’bout to fuck up the mall

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Outro]
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Permanent Scar Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa Kenny

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)

Young Thug – Scoliosis Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go)
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo
That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go)
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give a fuck (give no fuck)
Heckler Koch (Koch), four five shells, yeah they gon’ live for more
Can’t wife no thot (wife no thot), I just fuck ’em then I give ’em up (I give ’em up)
Ten bands on the fit, hoes they say I do too much (I do too much)
They diggin’ this shit like a grave (grave)
Can’t do nothing ‘less, I’m gettin’ paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways (in they ways)
Walk through the back of the bitch, it’s a maze (it’s a maze)
Condo by lane, it’s a mall in it
Ain’t no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Outro: Young Thug]
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

Saweetie – ANTI Freestyle lyrics

(feat. Yhung T.O.)

[Verse: Saweetie]
YSL clutch bag, boss niggas love that
My weave real long, do my squats so that ass fat
Love my attitude so he call me lil’ brat, brat
He love me long time
Cause his cash
Yeah I match that
Never took a L, lesson learned, and I bounced back
Tripping off a nigga, man for what? I just fall back
I don’t have the time to be giving out my time
Haters tryna dim my light, cause they know I’m ‘bout to shine
When they say I’m not hot, now you know you niggas lying
Tell your man get off my dick, he keep trying to hit my line
I don’t share niggas, I just spare niggas
The type that’s not for now, but you keep ‘em just incase nigga
I don’t tweet niggas, I deceive niggas
Tell ‘em face to face, carry on and proceed nigga
Been a real life, never been a make believe
And I’m sticking with my squad, to the top is where we be
New bitches tryna grab lunch, nah that ain’t for me
You ain’t starve with me nigga, so why be there when I eat
Moving mean with my team, in the crib is where we be
Yeah, you barely see us out, cause we plotting up our scheme
You might see us in the spring, taking spots, wait and see
If you ain’t rocking with us now, don’t expect to get a seat
Nigga!

[Pre-Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
Work two jobs and gets taxes
Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma
All she want is two things backshots and a backrub
And oh I, oh I
I’m that nigga that will do that
You know I can’t lie
Love the way that you move that
You know I, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips
Niggas know I keep two straps

[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I’m so anti, anti
Can’t trust these bitches no cannot, cannot, oh
And I, and I, always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no

G-Eazy – Him & I (feat. Halsey) lyrics

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I, him and I

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & Halsey]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t wanna see us make it, they just wanna divide
2017 Bonnie and Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince (you know?)

[Chorus: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & Halsey]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, or they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together), fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy) if we was to sever
You know? We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich, you know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Saweetie – Anti

[Verse: Saweetie]
YSL clutch bag, boss niggas love that
My weave real long, do my squats so that ass fat
Love my attitude so he call me lil’ brat, brat
He love me long time
Cause his cash
Yeah I match that
Never took a L, lesson learned, and I bounced back
Tripping off a nigga, man for what? I just fall back
I don’t have the time to be giving out my time
Haters tryna dim my light, cause they know I’m ‘bout to shine
When they say I’m not hot, now you know you niggas lying
Tell your man get off my dick, he keep trying to hit my line
I don’t share niggas, I just spare niggas
The type that’s not for now, but you keep ‘em just incase nigga
I don’t tweet niggas, I deceive niggas
Tell ‘em face to face, carry on and proceed nigga
Been a real life, never been a make believe
And I’m sticking with my squad, to the top is where we be
New bitches tryna grab lunch, nah that ain’t for me
You ain’t starve with me nigga, so why be there when I eat
Moving mean with my team, in the crib is where we be
Yeah, you barely see us out, cause we plotting up our scheme
You might see us in the spring, taking spots, wait and see
If you ain’t rocking with us now, don’t expect to get a seat
Nigga!

[Pre-Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
Work two jobs and gets taxes
Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma
All she want is two things backshots and a backrub
And oh I, oh I
I’m that nigga that will do that
You know I can’t lie
Love the way that you move that
You know I, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips
Niggas know I keep two straps

[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I’m so anti, anti
Can’t trust these bitches no cannot, cannot, oh
And I, and I, always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no

Gunna – Lies About You (feat. Lil Durk)

[Chorus: Gunna]
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Tell everything but the truth, get nothin’ but love from my crew
I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no roofs
You caught me in a good mood, can’t put a spike in my groove
Got more these designer shoes
I drip, I need an award
I built that way for that Porsche, I think I’m on a high horse
YSL, got none’ but Hi-Tunes, we kill ’em off, no remorse
I gotta win, I can’t lose, I’m tryna feed all my boys
Huh, I paid my dues to these hoes
I got that flame to the torch, young Gunna ball with no court
I hit that trap and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord
I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh

[Chorus: Gunna]
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Man bag, guns in ’em
Track pants, run in ’em
Gorilla glue, Godzilla
We don’t fuck with no nigga
How you want that Saint Laurent bag and you ain’t suckin’ no dick
My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that coke shit
Fuck that shit, come on shawty
Fuck that Ghost, where the Rari?
None of my niggas, want to party
Them young niggas want to catch a body
We ain’t wifing no Chiraq thots
Threesome, them my type of thots
Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy
Tell that ho like hell no
Main homie’s bitch tried to fuck me
And she told me he don’t know
If they out they won’t say shit
‘Cause he know he gon’ get peter-rolled
And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin’
Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you

Kap G – Marvelous Day (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna)

[Intro: Gunna & Kap G]
Came a long way (oh)
Pull out that Wraith
Niggas gon’ hate
Marvelous day
Gunna with me, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 1: Kap G]
You say you a shooter, you ain’t
I ride around with that thing
John Wick with that aim
I’m drinkin’ drank for the pain
I’m with Gunna and he rollin’
Uzi got on Rick Owens
All this gas like I growed it
She on the poll like we voted
I just see Cannon pull up in that panamera
Got sauce like marinara
Bitch, I’m Kap G, dinero
Uh, all that Gucci apparel (Kap G)
All that Louis apparel (Kap G)
Free J, no free Gerald
Yeah, they ain’t never tell, though

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 2: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert]
Let her drip in Chanel and Balmain
They keep sayin’ I’m ahead of the game
My auntie like the smell of cocaine
I’ma pray, she get better with age
Hear the gun when I walk on the stage
Had to walk out and wait for a chain
‘Bout to put some more ice on the ring
I’ma fuck her and love her with rage
I’ma love her and fuck her with rage
Hit it once and pull off in a Range
Hit it once so I don’t know your name
Put me all in my chain like a stain
Crib got unlimited space
Backyard, it look like vacay
Hundred fifty ’round me dying today
Now she gon’ do what I say
Lil Uzi gon’ make it rain
Gunna, he gon’ make it rain, yeah
Kap, he pull up in a tank, yeah
Movin’ that bitch like a Brinks
My new lil bitch, yeah, she Cuban
Give me that neck, we gon’ link
YSL, that be the team
All the way ’til I’m gray

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

[Verse 3: Gunna & Kap G]
Gotta keep me a pint and stay sane
I’ma drip all the way to the bank
Thought I told you, that some of them lame
Yeah that, Kap G, my nigga, my mane
See done turned up a whole ‘nother lane
We gon’ count us a check, ease the pain
I said Kap we can’t play no more games
We gon’ chop down your block with the gang
I used to have to ride a train
Spent twenty on a chain
Pussy boy, why you hatin’?
I ain’t never been a lame
I used to listen to Wayne (Young Money)
You think I ain’t peepin’ your game
I know you peepin’ my flavor
They wanna be in my place

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gunna]
Yeah, young nigga came a long way (came a long way)
Used to be broke every day (broke every day)
Watch when I pull out that Wraith (pull out that Wraith)
A lot of these niggas gon’ hate (gon’ hate)
Best to stay out of the way (out of the way)
They’ll put you down in the grave (down in the grave)
My water ain’t come out a lake (come out a lake)
Young nigga fly as a plane (fly as a plane)
I had a marvelous day (marvelous day)
Ain’t no baby bottles today (bottles today)
Took a model out and went on a date (went on a date)
Put that dick all in her face (all in her face)
I’ma give me that piece of that cake (piece of that cake)
I’ma fly to Dubai on a plane (Dubai on a plane)
I’ma send my lil bitch out to Spain (Spain)
I’ma cover her body with sand (sand)

Ralo – See The Light Pt. 2 (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Young Thug & Ralo]
Blue hundreds on me, ooh
Yeah, Fam…Goon!
YSL and Famgoon, hey
Every night, yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done picked my battles, man I went through every fight
Grandpa got cancer, I thought he was dying every night
Disrespect that street code, you can die twice
Racing to the top, climb that ladder with my ice
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(Every time I seen that light, ayy)
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I said every time I seen that, hey, best believe)
Every night I climb that light, every time I seen that light
Climbing to the top of that light, tryna get to the top of that light
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I can’t get no sleep at night)

[Verse 1: Ralo]
Every time you see me, you gon’ think you seen a million dollars
Every nigga ever tried to shit, I swear I seen the matter
Everything I do is for the team, and everybody seen
Don’t ask me ’bout ho shit, that shit there is not a lead
You know what I mean when I told you you mean the world to me
You know I stay clean ’cause every time you know they notice me
Pockets full of green, we gon’ fuck up every night, yeah
I didn’t have a thing, now I got my bread right, yeah
Just because I got money, that shit don’t wash away my problems
I’ll only be honest when I don’t talk about my partners
And they’ll never say my name if they ain’t sayin’ good about him
I gave back to the hood and now the whole hood got him

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done picked my battles, man I went through every fight
Grandpa got cancer, I thought he was dying every night
Disrespect that street code, you can die twice
Racing to the top, climb that ladder with my ice
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(Every time I seen that light, ayy)
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I said every time I seen that, hey, best believe)
Every night I climb that light, every time I seen that light
Climbing to the top of that light, tryna get to the top of that light
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I can’t get no sleep at night)

[Verse 2: Ralo]
I made it to places they said I couldn’t go
They hated before, I know they hate me more
I made my enemy my brother ’cause he ain’t nothing like them suckers
If they ain’t with us then it’s fuck ’em
And tell them ducks we’ll pluck ’em
I never went against the grain, I do this shit for the game
They do this shit for the fame, I gave this shit everything
I never ask for them problems, we go to war with the mobsters
I don’t fuck with them crabs, I’m allergic to lobsters
If you leave I won’t miss you, I don’t have nothing against you
Don’t you take this offensive, wasting time expensive
I don’t walk in the club unless they cut me a check
I don’t walk out the ring until they show me respect, I won

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done picked my battles, man I went through every fight
Grandpa got cancer, I thought he was dying every night
Disrespect that street code, you can die twice
Racing to the top, climb that ladder with my ice
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(Every time I seen that light, ayy)
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I said every time I seen that, hey, best believe)
Every night I climb that light, every time I seen that light
Climbing to the top of that light, tryna get to the top of that light
Every time I seen that light, ooh
(I can’t get no sleep at night)

[Outro: Young Thug]
Riding with the Famgoon
I heard she went to Cancun
Fuckin with the Famgoon
End up in the Rikers room, umm
Playing with the slimeball
You tryna have a slime behind the wall
I see you trying with the slimeball
I know you want see us behind the wall, yeah

Birdman & Young Thug – Lil One

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah
Hey
We got London On Da Track
Thugger

[Hook 1: Young Thug]
Lil’ one
I want to know, how you feelin’ lil’ one (tell me, how you feel)
Tell Lil Thugger, how you feelin’ lil’ one
Hey, I need to know just, how you feel, feel, feel

[Post-Hook 1: Young Thug]
How are you feelin’ lil one, how you feelin’ lil’ one? (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me)
How are you feelin’ lil’ one, how you feelin’ lil’ one (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me)
I wanna know, how you feel lil’ one
Tell me just, how you feel lil’ one
Tell, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, just tell me (tell me)

[Bridge 1: Young Thug]
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me (I’m listenin’)
I just want you to tell me (go ‘head)
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Go ‘head and tell me, how you feel
Hey, I’m playin’ doctor just like Phil (go ‘head)
I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh)
I’m almost certain that I’ma feel, hey (hey)
Screwed to the max (I’m geeked)
I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw)
I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat
She could never be a gnat (no)
I’m not talking ’bout no build
But lil’ mama gotta six pack (woo)
She workin’ on it (she, what?)
She get on top of me and work me, homie
Actin’ childish in this phantom
Lay back the curtains on it
She tryna show ’em, that she ridin’ ’round with me
And they trash, no curby, homie, oh
We might just stroll, we ain’t tryna roll
I just wanna enjoy every second
She can take it slow
I’m like oh, oh, oh, oh whoa
I’m not talkin’ bean
But she keep pigeons on her toes

[Bridge 2: Young Thug]
Aye
Thugger want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it
Yeah (lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one)
Yeah (lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one)

[Hook 2: Young Thug]
How you feel lil’ one?
I wanna know just, how you feel lil one
Please, tell Thugger, just, how you feel lil’ one
How you feel, how you feel, how you feelin’?
How you feelin’, how you feelin’, just, how you feel

[Post-Hook 2: Young Thug]
I just want you to feel it
Blood. just want you to feel it
YSL, want you to feel it
Please
Baby girl, I wanna feel it
Please, tell me, I’m feelin’ it
Please, tell me, I’m feelin’ it, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Birdman]
She not a Crip, but her coupe blue
She not a Blood, but she eat ravioli
Wanna twist yo’ body around, I hope you know yoga
Nigga screamin’, "free Pibb" like I’m giving away soda
I don’t really talk, but I been said, "I told ya"
I’m ridin’ with the yoppa like I come from Magnolia (graw)
I just wanna bang bang like Chief Sosa (bang-bang)
It’s a shame on Stunnaman so, yeah
Tell me, how you feel, nigga
Tell me, how you feel, a nigga
Tell me, how you feel, a nigga, for real
Show you, how we dealin’, nigga
Show you, how we kill a nigga
Show you, how we illy niggas, for real
It’s chop-chop and bang-bang
It’s bang-bang and chop-chop
It’s Blood gang, we kill niggas, for real
It’s chop-chop and bang-bang
It’s Cash Money, it’s Rich Gang, it’s YSL
We kill niggas, for real
I thought I told ya
Born stunnas, we known high rollers
Bang-bang for young soldiers (I just want you to tell me)
Bang-bang for lil’ soldiers

[Outro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Go ‘head and tell me, how you feel
Hey, I’m playin’ doctor just like Phil (go ‘head)
I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh)
I’m almost certain that imma feel, hey (hey)
Screwed to the max (I’m geeked)
I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw)
I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat
She could never be a gnat (no)
I’m not talking ’bout no build
But lil’ mama gotta six pack (woo)
She workin’ on it (she, what?)
She get on top of me and work me, homie
Actin’ childish in this phantom
Lay back the curtains on it
She tryna show ’em, that she ridin’ ’round with me
And they trash, no curby, homie

MADEINTYO – Too Quick

[Intro]
I love The Private Club
Nard & B

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 1]
Chop the top, never stop
I get bored too quick
Silly thot, want my spot
I get bored too quick
Louis V, watch ‘em hang, I could see your bitch
She be choosing on the low
I can’t save that bitch
Yeezy hanging out the window
I’ve got lots of handles
Shout out to Gwen and Wesley Foo, that my kinfolk
Been tweaking lately
All my shit gotta be exotic
Baby blue Porsche that shit look like Hpnotiq

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

[Verse 2]
Gucci duffel, bust yo’ bubble ugh you ain’t hot
Saint Laurent winter jacket, had it ‘fore it drop
Told Distorted if she want it, cop that BM drop
Kinjin ice me up
Meechie pipe me up
Mr. Ice cream truck
Can you ice me up?
Shawty just show love
Tokyo give no fuck
She let the YSL hang
I told her tootle that thang
TPC, that my gang
She wanna kiss the chain

[Hook]
Had to get a brand new bitch
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Had to get a brand new ice
‘Cause I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
I get bored too quick
Cut her off, upgrade
Got bored too quick
Lifeguard lemonade
Just flood my wrist

G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I (On SNL) (Live)

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Blink 182 – 2006

[Intro]
Yeah
I like the
I like the vibe of this one, Mikey
I like the way this shit sounds
Yeah
Vibes

[Verse 1]
Sorry, Mom, I been a bad son
And I ain’t talking throwing tantrums
I just came off a bad run
Common sense, wish I had some
They say insanity is doing the same thing
Over and over and expecting results to change
My mind strange
They say if nothing change, nothing changes
There’s things in my life that need rearranging
I tend to speak a lot, but I rarely listen
Maybe it’s time I make some good decisions
And to my ex girl still tryna listen
I know I contribute to your current position

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 2]
There’s some issues I still need to dig in
That place called heaven I’m still tryna get in
I’m tryna change it up, I’m tryna straighten up
Don’t mean to bring this up, but Caitlin might’ve been the one
How the fuck I mess that up?
I hope she doing well
Remember buying you those shades up at YSL
And last year on the road, way too many hoes
Nights I don’t remember, had a lot of those
Needed pills to play, now in the hills we stay
I’m tryna switch it up, tryna live a different way
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 3]
When the last time I called grams?
I been popping these 2 milligrams
And Chelsea bought the kid the new St. Laurents
I ain’t even take that hoe to lunch
Accept the things I can’t change, Ima do some new things
Ima buy that new Range
Posted with my boo thang
Sorry, honey, I ain’t call you
Hate when my obligations fall through
Everybody got addictions
Man I had some crazy nights
Woke up in crazy positions
With no recollection
But
How long can this shit last?
When the plug got my back when I’m low on cash
Slowed it down for a minute
It was moving fast
My accountant doing taxes, having heart attacks
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

Skizzy Mars – 2006 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I like the
I like the vibe of this one, Mikey
I like the way this sh*t sounds
Yeah
Vibes

[Verse 1]
Sorry, Mom, I been a bad son
And I ain’t talking throwing tantrums
I just came off a bad run
Common sense, wish I had some
They say insanity is doing the same thing
Over and over and expecting results to change
My mind strange
They say if nothing change, nothing changes
There’s things in my life that need rearranging
I tend to speak a lot, but I rarely listen
Maybe it’s time I make some good decisions
And to my ex girl still tryna listen
I know I contribute to your current position

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 2]
There’s some issues I still need to dig in
That place called heaven I’m still tryna get in
I’m tryna change it up, I’m tryna straighten up
Don’t mean to bring this up, but Caitlin might’ve been the one
How the f*ck I mess that up?
I hope she doing well
Remember buying you those shades up at YSL
And last year on the road, way too many hoes
Nights I don’t remember, had a lot of those
Needed pills to play, now in the hills we stay
I’m tryna switch it up, tryna live a different way
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

[Verse 3]
When the last time I called grams?
I been popping these 2 milligrams
And Chelsea bought the kid the new St. Laurents
I ain’t even take that hoe to lunch
Accept the things I can’t change, Ima do some new things
Ima buy that new Range
Posted with my boo thang
Sorry, honey, I ain’t call you
Hate when my obligations fall through
Everybody got addictions
Man I had some crazy nights
Woke up in crazy positions
With no recollection
But
How long can this sh*t last?
When the plug got my back when I’m low on cash
Slowed it down for a minute
It was moving fast
My accountant doing taxes, having heart attacks
That was a different me, that was a different time
Lil’ mama insecure, but she know she fine

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around
Let it ring when she call me a couple times
Make sure that she love me and she still mine
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m out of town
Don’t be talking to no dudes while I’m not around

G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

G-Eazy & Halsey – Him & I

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I
(Him and I)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody try to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (ha-ha-ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, mad, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer
Intense, this shit, it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince, no

[Chorus: Halsey & (G-Eazy)]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie (I love you baby)
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy & (Halsey)]
We turn up, mobbin’ ’til the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I-
Ever go down or get caught, if they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing over
We do drugs together (together)
Fuck up clubs together (together)
And we’d both go crazy (crazy)
If we was to sever
You know?
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich
You know?

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Bridge: Halsey & G-Eazy]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To you, I’ve never lied
For you, I’d take a life
It’s him and I, and I swear (ayy)
‘Til the end I’m-ma ride wit’ you
Mob and get money, get high wit’ you, yeah (ayy)
Cross my heart, hope to die
This is our ride or die
You can confide in me
There is no hiding, I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear, most likely I’m-ma die wit’ you, yeah

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true,” I swear I’ll try
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Post-Chorus: Halsey]
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I
Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

G-Eazy – Him & I Lyrics

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
My ’65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
They don’t want to see us make it, they just want to divide
2017 Bonnie & Clyde
Wouldn’t see the point of living on if one of us died, yeah
Got that kind of style everybody tries to rip off
YSL dress under when she takes the mink off
Silk on her body, pull it down and watch it slip off
Ever catch me cheating, she would try to cut my (Halsey: Ha ha ha)
Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her
Hit it, no rubber, never would let no one touch her
Swear we drive each other, man, she be so stubborn
But, what the fuck is love with no pain and no suffering?
Intense, this shit it gets dense
She knows when I’m out of it like she could just sense
If I had a million dollars, or was down to ten cents
She’d be down for whatever, never gotta convince

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
We turn up, mobbin’ till the end of time
Only one who gets me, I’m a crazy fuckin’ Gemini
Remember this for when I die
Everybody dressed in all black, suits and a tie
My funeral will be lit if I
Ever go down and get caught, hope they identify
My bitch was the most solid, nothing to solidify
She would never cheat, you’d never see her with a different guy
Ever tell you different, then it’s a lie
See, that’s my down bitch, see that’s my soldier
She keeps that thang-thang, if anyone goes there
Calm and collected, she keeps her composure
And she gon’ ride for me until this thing’s over
We do drugs together, fuck up clubs together
And we’d both go crazy, if we was to sever
We keep mobbin’, it’s just me and my bitch
Fuck the world, we just gon’ keep getting rich

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

[Interlude: G-Eazy & Halsey]
All that I hoped, I tell you I’d never
I thought we were taking [?]
You can confide in me, there’s nothing to hide
I swear
Stay solid, never lie to you
Swear most likely I’m gonna die with you

[Chorus: Halsey]
Cross my heart, hope to die
To my lover, I’d never lie
He said “be true”, I said “I’ll try”
In the end, it’s him and I
He’s out his head, I’m out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

Him and I
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
In the end, it’s him and I

24hrs – Address (Uncensored)

[Intro]
Ayy Twenty
Hella kush with this Louis V du-rag
Blue Benz, I just pulled off with the paper tags
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
This for my day shift and my night shift girls
24hrs…
And… hold up, hold up, hold up

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 1]
Light wrist, right wrist my shit like a crisis
Diamonds on my left flooded, hope that you can swim, bitch
And we make a movie every time so you should film this
Me and Oscar in Vancouver riding in a limo
I don’t wanna hear your SoundCloud or your demo
I just got to hip to Twenty, damn lil’ bitch you super late
Everything a film to me, my lifestyle like a Super 8
Twenty, Twenty, Twenty, hold up you know he gon’ eat the beat
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul, you know he gon’ sit with me
She gon’ throw it back for me
I hit your ho, look back for me
Throwed her like it’s cee-lo, touch down in the T.O
She said, "Twenty you ain’t no good, saw you brought out Roy Wood$"

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Verse 2]
Put her in an Uber, she ain’t never got the address
Dropped 5 bands on the YSL leather dress
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, they know Twenty is a customer
We went to Coachella, man hurry, all the drugs with her
Pop back, pop back, know a young nigga gon’ play this
She said, "Twenty, oh my God, my favorite
I think you might make it in my playlist"
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist
Turn up, turn up, fuck a young nigga to the playlist
Turn up, turn up, shawty just work that day shift
Turn up, turn up, put a young nigga in the playlist

[Chorus]
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
Address, she keep askin’ for the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address
She mad pressed, that mean she can’t get the address

[Outro]
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Like I knew you would
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Show me somethin’ good
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
I’ma throw these ones
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
You the chosen one

Jay Critch – Fashion (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
A.P for the timin no they hate me how I’m shining
Lemme see the money piling and my roof gone gotta find it
Save thumbs in the climate ahhhhhh
She fell in love with the diamonds
I had to get it on my own
Come get yo shorty she be wildin in and out the
Change the number to my phone
Then it’s right back to the thousands
These racks but you don’t know nothin about it
Gotta flex up on these niggas cuz they doubtin
I’ve been ballin on these niggas so they foulin
She go through it with no hands she got talent

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

[Verse 2: Rich the Kid]
YSL tag
Big Prada bag
Quarter mil cash
I was down bad
Bring yo friend we could fuck I don’t do dates
Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case
I’m actually ballin, for the one time think I’m actually callin
These niggas is saucy, I came from the bum designer all on me
Who knew this would happen
From trappin to rappin and now I’m in fashion
The finest of fabrics, too many bands they doing gymnastics
Hop out the coupe, my young niggas might shoot out the roof
I got the juice, diamonds hanging out now we playin it cool
Then I said I won’t miss you
I’m in love with the money I can’t kiss you

[Hook: Jay Critch]
I’m sippin on juice, smokin a pack yuh
Hop out a coupe, step in a lous check out my fashion
I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin
I get me a check, don’t know how to act ahhhhhhhh
I get the bag ahhhhhhhhh like the north face
I get the cash now, she get me more face
These niggas mad ha ha I’m gettin more cake
They goin outside na na nahhhhhh

Young Thug – Forgiato Lyrics

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I’m in it, ridin’ with the carbon
Most of these ? they corny
They riding around and they boring
We don’t make love with these bitches
Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches
Fuck 5-0 I know they listening
They listening to everything yeah
Better watch what you say to these bitches
Cause in court they gon put it on air yeah
I just want a bag, I just need a bag
I want some Ben Franklins, I just want em back
I trade em in for some Grants and Jacksons
Why the fuck I do that? (I don’t know)
I promise I ain’t gon do it no more (no no no)

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel
All of my niggas give a fuck how you feel
[?]
We gon go brazy, don’t pop the pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
We can go brazy when I pop a pill
[?]
We put baguettes on these bitches for real
[?]
I’m on the west coast hangin’ with Locs
Let em whip the wrist out the bowl
Buy a rollie, buy a Patek
Put some ice around your neck
Put it round your kids and flex
Put it on your private jet, put it on your private property
Put it on your [?]
Fuck nigga bluffin’
YSL we don’t trust ya, fuck around we gon bust ya
Fuck around we on Gresham, we on Gresham with Guwop
Fuck around, we on Gresham

[Hook]
I wanna cop me a foreign, mmmm
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign
I wanna cop me a foreign

[Verse]
Chop off the top, Forgiato my rims
Painted my way, gold on the lips
On Melrose, I’m in a spaceship
Patek on my wrist when I grip the steering wheel
I’m only running with real
I got my own paper, I can’t sign a deal
Mansion in Beverly Hills
I run this shit up, give a fuck how you feel

Dizzy Wright – Outrageous Lyrics

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Black child got black waves
Gotta teach ’em to be brave
Ball up your fist and raise
Let ’em know we can’t be phased
Now everybody wanna a cop head
‘Cause this unarmed kid got shot dead
Look, Pac said niggas need change
Now the younger generation all hot heads
And start this rage into black folks
My granny need water, I’m in jet mode
I feel like Bryson with a trapsoul
Until I accomplish all my rap goals
Daddy went to jail when I was ten days
Twenty years gone as an inmate
Momma struggling to got the rent paid
Now I’m in the streets tryna have a big day
I realized now what it feel like
I know some real niggas doing real life
White boy kidnapped for six months
I heard his lawyer hit him with a sick life
Doing more time for the same crime
I can’t even leave past eight lines
You can tell this outrageous
Jail time feel like [?]
Only keep ’em there for the paycheck
And they wonder why niggas got big guns
The government only want the income
The homie got killed with a day left
I feel like I could be next up
Life move fast, better catch up
Cops shouldn’t be above the law
We all human, leave it up to God, aye

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
I wonder when it’s really gonna change, mayne
I wonder when we getting out the game, shame
A player gotta scrape a dollar together the bill
Still do make ten, they gon’ want fifteen
Out to check, ain’t no helping [?]
So you do a little wrong just to [?]
Sacrifice your freedom for the Louie V’s
YSL, and all the letters of the alphabet
But them laws on the low, casing
Life ain’t Scarface the movie, face it
They waiting on you to be stupid, basic
You’re just another number in a cell, cadence
Propaganda the promotion of the notion
The only way you get out the hood is with the stove and
You’re living fast and dying young is where you’re going
Don’t fall victim to the trap door that ain’t showing
It’s bigger than the block they would stand fo’
What that shot that you got out the bando
Cause the law pull up with the handle
Ain’t nothing cool when the streets filled with [?]
Another shooting on the front pages
Another crime family over they baby
Another murder played out on them stages
Wonder why we live where it’s so outrageous

[Chorus: Dizzy Wright]
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear
Heard you needed real, come get some
America looking like a sitcom
They don’t care about a nigga outcome
They really only focus on the income
Black versus white [?] race
Everything looking outrageous
Shit feels so outdated
But we still deal with it on the daily, I swear

BEBE REXHA – That’s It lyrics

Huh, it’s Bebe
Gucci
2 Chainz, yah
(Murda on the beat so it’s not nice)
Huh

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it

[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha & Gucci Mane]
What you lookin’ at’s the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my ass, damn that thing jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I’ve been ridin’ through the west dodgin’ paparazzi (huh)
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy saucy (brrr)
Damn I’m dressed fresh to death, stepping out the coffin (yeah)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (huh, it’s Gucci!)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta guap
This bitch so bad that she deserve a whole lot of props
If ye ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and I ain’t even her father
She let her call me daddy, I treat her like pops
It’s Gucci

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it

[Verse 3: Bebe Rexha]
Multicolor [?], with the swimmin’ fishes
Mothafucka I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t never speak or talk, all you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Ridin’ up in the Tesla, it’s a little vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail outta Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes on you, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, yeah
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car dropped (alright)
Revenge of the have and the have-nots (truuuu)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute
But her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the Macbook computer
Tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it
Mattress, passion, satisfaction
Aw

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & 2 Chainz]
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it, bow, boom)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (boom, boom)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That’s it, that’s it (tell ’em)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (alright)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it (tru)

That s it – Bebe Rexha feat. Gucci Mane lyrics

Lyrics Bebe Rexha – That s it

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that s it.

What you lookin’ at’s the real, ain’t nothin’ on me plastic
YSL up on my heels, I be stoppin’ traffic
You be lookin’ at my a*s, damn that thing Jurassic
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
I be ridin’ through west, dodgin’ paparazzi
Diamonds drippin’ on my neck, I be saucy saucy
Damn, I’m dressed fresh to death, steppin’ out the coffin
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

I’m on the top
Don’t even get me started, ’cause I don’t like to stop
I’m shinin’ harder than everybody and I just wore a watch
Two bad bitches, one say that she just wanna watch
I hope she know she lookin’ at a whole lotta Gwop
This b***h so bad that she deserve whole lotta props
If he ain’t gettin’ money, she ain’t even gon’ talk
She spoiled like a toddler and it’s not her fault
She love to call me daddy, I treat her like Pops
It’s Gucci.

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
That’s it, that s it. (x2)

Multicolor fun Chopard with the swimming fishes
Motherfucker I’m a star, I don’t do no dishes
I don’t ever speak or talk of you basic bitches
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it
Pullin’ up in that thing that’s a little vicious
Barbies from New York, I hail out of Brooklyn
That’s why all eyes are on, yeah, I see you lookin’
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it.

2 Chainz (yeah)
I like my coffee cold, like my women hot (hot)
I like my spot big, like my car drop (right)
Revenge of the have and the have nots (true)
‘Cause back then I didn’t even have knots
Yeah, shawty look kinda cute, but her friend there look kinda cuter
I was on the MacBook computer, tryna go through the whole Kama Sutra
I did, I did, that’s it, that’s it versuri-lyrics.info
Mattress passion, satisfaction
Owww.

That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (bow)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (ugh)
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, that’s it (that’s it)
That s it, that’s ittt. (x2)
Bebe Rexha lyrics
Video it