Tag: AK


Young Dolph – Drippy Lyrics





(Intro)
Ayy!
Real drippy right now

(Chorus)
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake sh*t, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m f**kin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drip

(Verse 1)

(Chorus)
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake sh*t, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m f**kin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drip

(Chorus)
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake sh*t, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m f**kin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drip




The Underachievers – Gotham Nights




[Intro]
You a dead mothafucka
Let me tell you somethin’, get ready mothafucka
Because the day of reckoning is coming

[Verse 1: Solace]
In this Cold World
Ain’t no pun intended to J. Cole
But wage war to win that can make a nigga complacent
Keep the movement goin’ or continue wishin’ like changed thoughts
Thought up a corporation to combat media stations
Stay calm, emotions will break nigga from stayin’ strong
Still figurin’ out the pace to walk around these land bombs
Takin’ charge, battery power to put the flame sword
Torturin’ up whoever gon’ stand in front of the savior
Rectifying everything niggas be having caged up
Open up the door to perception in different layers
Makin’ critical thinkers from children stuck in there ways huh
Inflatin’ niggas ego who shriveled up like they rais-uhns
You need your ego to walk on this earth
God equipped you with everything that you needed since given birth
You ain’t got nothing inside of your makeup that shit ain’t work
In this world niggas is born with their names all on a hearse
I’m moving just like the pope
Evolve with the faster growth
They livin’ like animals
But masters don’t bang with those
I’m focus on packin’ these shows
And building infinite capital
Instead of thinkin’ about catchin’ hoes im figurin’ out ways to wrap the globe
Around my fingers. Keep the god away from all these sinners
I’m a little different niggas be wonderin’ why im distant
Cause the goat a finna be the one person that gon’ be snitchin’
So i keep my eyes open and guard the circle of winners

[Hook: Solace]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose

[Interlude: AKTHESAVIOR]
Step up and confine walls
Shout out to yola
Doe though sometimes i feel the same, right here and out doors
Praises to the up most
Only pray, when pain is up close
Every generation, ain’t no patience, it’s just gun smoke

[Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR]
We oxymorons because we dumb woke
Crispen up the fronto
Don’t need no other drug dose, we done those
She done doe, AK can switch it up and niggas want more
Like car shows. My flow accels, propel above your Bronco
Mayatose, I’m always about my cheddar like I’m Donatello
Even better spendin’ no pretenders that ain’t in my blend’in
Contender heads get severed no one stoppin’ my endeavors
Gotta watch the snakes they slither, summer nights get cold like winter
Get up off me nigga, it’s bad enough to cross me
I’m mutant offspring and your ex-man be an offerin’
She get exhaust, still the freshest ya’ll niggas Carltons
Ya’ll do the wrong thing, Spike Lee, he never talkin’
To be haunting trap my body can’t steal my mind
Beat the signs, know we golly how we design
Only we define our reality through our minds
I don’t feed off lies, GMO’s can end your life
But I’m a Gemini I come back twice
I’m just like christ
My conscious took a one night trip
I bring you light
You wife a bitch i one night with
Your brain ain’t right
Sometimes you gotta feel the pain to know what’s nice, uh

[Hook]
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose
My niggas know
Heaven inside your soul
Keep me segregated from haters we just oppose
I just oppose all the glitter and gold
Will make a nigga think that he livin’ til he expose


Starlito & Don Trip – Untitled No Hook


[Verse 1: Starlito]
I lost what was left to lose
Privacy, sanity, thirty day spent about 90Gs gambling
Grind like I’m famished
Still ride with them hammers
Try to understand me
Man I’m just tryna provide for my family
My lil cousin in college she need tuition and books
The niggas you hustle with probably won’t even put shit on your books
That’s why I move different like bishops and rooks
Keep a tool with me I’m cool with being misunderstood
I got street credit and I’m also rich in the hood
But you can keep that and I traded my OG status
I just wanna be happy fuck around with these rappers
They just selling dreams you get a syrup and a weed happy
Endured a loss just keep stacking, stashing for a rainy day
Strapped when I’m in traffic
And I ain’t playing just like a rain delay
War torn from the game I ain’t ashamed but I remain this way
Learn from all my pain because it’s lame to make the same mistakes
‘Lito

[Interlude: Starlito]
I mean we don’t have
Like we’re not so similar like
There people like I mean we have different habits
We have different ways of doing things
But when you put us in the room with a mic and a console
You know it’s clock work
So I think with that film that was the other thing
Like those guys play by their own rules
And they did what made sense to them
And that was the strength of their bond
Lito

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
You know you can count on me like a mathematician
If it’s ’bout cash I’m with it, I never slack to get it
Long as my casket empty
Niggas say my name in one of his raps I’m ready to slap ’em silly
I got a clapper with me
And it got a back up with it, that got a back up with it
Three hour drive to Nashville
Stop at Prince’s to grab a chicken
Then it’s back to Memphis
By the way my name ring bells like class dismissal
Bitch I ball hard you don’t believe me?
Ask a catcher’s mitten
Betting against us is like hitting a strip club
Searching for classy women
Meanwhile I’m flier than a flight attendant
But still not high as God intended
Smallest giant, largest weapon
223 if the odds against me
Momma ain’t raise no punk
Disagree with me thats ’til I raise this pump
I can come back everyday and not have to reload
But ain’t enough days in a month
Third time hearing bout a raid this month
Make a nigga proud ain’t still in the cut
I remember riding low key on pins and needles
For all this hay in the truck
And I got a baby AK in the front
I’m strapped up, I’m strapped in
Got road rage on the road to riches
To city near you for my backend


Aight – Lil Pump feat. Smokepurpp lyrics


Lyrics Lil Pump – Aight

I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
/Aight./(x4)
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I got a couple pounds and I got a cup of pour
/Aight./(x4)

I just told the plug meet me at the back door
Tell me what you got, boy, do you got some blow? (whatchu got, bro?
Boy, I gotta know
‘Cause I got the poles
I put it to your neck and that forty gonna talk (pew pew)
I gotta couple bands and I lay ’em on the floor (the floor)
I gotta couple bands, I can throw ’em at your ho
I gotta couple bricks, I hit a couple licks (I did!)
I f*cked another b*tch (brr), I f*cked her then I dip.

I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
/Aight./(x4)
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I got a couple pounds and I got a cup of pour
/Aight./(x4)

I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I just robbed the plug, met him at the back door
Do the walk, aight versuri-lyrics.info
Let me see on Skype
I got an AK and it’s sitting on my lap (sitting right there)
I’m in the trap (trap trap), I don’t rap (hell naw)
I got another Glock sitting in my hand
I’m with your b*tch, I’m on her a*s
Lil Pump said “boy, I got it lit”
He got a brick, we bust it down
A quarter brick (what’s that, what’s that)
I pull up on your b*tch, then I wipe her s**t
I got that blow and she sniff it off my d*ck.

I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
/Aight./(x4)
I just told the plug meet me at the back door
I got a couple pounds and I got a cup of pour
/Aighttt./(x4)
Lil Pump lyrics
Video Lil Pump


Popcaan – Stray Dog


[Intro]
(Henging Tree)
We sen’ dem home yaad
Bwoy dead like stray dog
New Member inna the graveyard

[Verse 1]
Bwoy, you a punk a you throat me a go slash
Pussy weh you know ’bout buzz Gaza ash
M1 rifle strap on ‘pon me back
Crack your skull like calabash

Pussy have you ever knock it inna traffic
Have you ever buss a man throat with a hatchet
You no know nothing ’bout badness watch it
Mack 90 go deal with you crabbit
Seh dem a badman a liar dem
Man show you rifle, you never fire dem
A could a who a hire dem
Markus mek we wire dem

[Chorus]
Go suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

[Verse 2]
Use the Uzi and go shell dem endz
Dem a try jump fence, me corel dem Benz
Likkle jackass no have no fucking sense
Fully auto squeeze inna your contact lens
Dash weh dem body fi dem stink and wrenk
Bwoy live inna cement, a no accident
No care how much bloodclaat gun dem rent
Man we kill dem inna any event

[Chorus]
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

[Verse 3]
Buss the AK with me right hand
Big matic shub out a the van
Any bwoy weh a claim dem a don
Copper mek you skin look like Yellow Man
So me lift up every gun weh me have fi go kill dem slowly
Me see the likkle priest dem a mek talk
And dem still don’t know me
Pussy, you no bad like Rihanna
Shot will play inna your head like piano
Me and your badness could a never similar
Your friend dem go dead from the K weh me give Miller

[Chorus]
Go suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly


The Underachievers – Head Right


[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
If your life’s a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober
Got the weight up on my shoulders
Play no games like no controllers
Got your bitch inside the rover
Blowing dope she like mimosas
Say your prayers to my poster
On her knees and fat
We call that the Colin Kap
Hit the fade and count the pack
Laughing at the message that you sent like
"Baby call me back!"
Look at where we started at
Flatbush to the cul-de-sac
Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack
Fuck what niggas told you, I don’t fuck with locals
See me I be global
Can’t hit me on my mobile thats reserved for hoes fool and paper calls to fall through
Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to
Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation
Let that trippy shit confuse you
All my hitters for the shaking
Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement
Nigga [?]

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
Medicated hella faded don’t take L’s I just inhale it
Straight from hell I burn the pavement
Got your girl I might replace you
For the night the pussy vacant, super soaking wet
Power pole extend
No heroics just aerobics kick her out the gym
Chuck the top like knowledge on my fam
I’m riding through my lands
Passenger god is from the gram
You probably a fan
Sippin’ on a pint of purple trance
It’s like [?]
Down to pull my life out for these bands
You call it a trance
And challenge my niggas high-caliber
Couple of savages due to their habitat
Niggas be actors but not with their action
Stealing the flow but good thing I mastered that
AK the GOAT and you niggas is green
Chewing you up and I’m mashing my teeth
Ain’t no more momentum headed to me
Got the passion on me and the man in my [?]
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right


La movie – Luigi 21 Plus feat. Bad Bunny letra


Letra Luigi 21 Plus – La movie

Ya nadie te cree a ti ni a tu instagram
Tú no eres millo’ y tampoco calle
Yo soy así cabron no vo’a cambiar
siempre real más no confió en nadie.(la movie)

Si eres real, cumple tu palabra
el hombre lo que habla lo respalda
aplícate el refrán, del perro que ladra
que a nadie le meten cabra
Por más que bregues de corazón
Siempre salen un puerco
Y se te vira un lechón
estos hijo ‘e p*** andan en manada
salgan cabron que llego su temporada
Se hacen los humildes gusanos
y uno de buena fe le da la mano
se quejan de que nadie les ayuda
pero cuando se crecen después ni me saludan.

Ahora todos son calle
Y que es eso
Si ilegalmente no se han buscado un peso
digan lo que digan, cuidado con eso
Que ustedes no resuelven
Nací para preso
Luces, cámaras y acción
veo otro lambe bicho en formación
Roncando de día y de armamento
Y se cree ser el artista del momento
Dice ser leal
Pero para ser leal
Te tienes que probar
Y aunque la lealtad
En un papel no se firma
Cabron con esto se confirma.

Yeh Yehhh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh verssuri-lyrics.info
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yeh.

Muchos hablan de lealtad
Sin conocerla
No pueden mantenerla
Porque no son reales
Por mí que se muera
To’ el cabron que no sirve
Por mí que se muera
Yo sigo firme
Me lo bacteria
El veneno pa’
Tu elterea
Tu vida es una comedia
Yo soy dueño de la feria
Falso cantante
Morirán por donde vienen
Si dan
Van por Ñengo
Acribillar.

La fama lo vuelve loco
La rata son ratas
Yo no me equivoco
Mera mama bicho
Mejor baja el moco
Mera ese hijo ‘e p***
Te vo’a dar uno poco
No ignoren su suerte
Que andan con una glockpeta a la muerte
Loco por envolverte
Pa’ sacarte de gato por si estas al frente
Gano la falsa de na’
Y en tiro la hipocresía
Seguimo’ activo todavía
¿Que?
Ñengo en nadie confía
Ñengo le pone el peine clear lija vacía
Estas lista de embuste
Después no se frustren
Me pongo pa’ ustedes
Se van y la junte
Apunar mi repute
Empiezan ejecute
Que vamo’ a ver
Cuando el AK se empute.

Yeh Yeh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yeh hh.

Ando con Mercedes deportivo
No con 2 hijo’ de p*** que son impulsivo
Cazando par de lechone’ fugitivo
Que se me escaparon
Pero están más muerto’ que vivo’
Lo que vivo casi nunca lo escribo
Y lo que escribo casi nunca lo vivo
Lo que ando buscando es una excusa
Un motivo
Pa’ arrastrarlo
Amarra’o de los estribos
Mi carro está en sold out
Mi casa está en salda
Y estos colegas peleando por falda’
A mí me mama el bicho el cantante
El corista, el dj
Hasta tu guardaespaldas
Conmigo ha visto el roce
Que pa’ meterte ya tengo la pose
Cabron tú y tu jefe a mí me conocen
No me hagas ponerte la boca a las 12
Me he venido y pa’ en fila
Yo nunca he corrido por pila
Deja la marea tranquila
Que mi combo es mío
Hijo ‘e p***
El tuyo tu no alquila
Te recomiendo que pidas ayuda
Que no va a llevarte
Ni flore’ en la viuda
Sigue apostándole
Al santo y al buda
Hasta que el huracán te sacuda
¡Pusho!

Yeh Yeh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yehhh.
Luigi 21 Plus letras
Video movie


Future – Use Me (Hndrxx Album)


[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….


Future – Use Me


[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….


Game – What Else


[Verse 1]
In this moment, erase my fears
Only time for action, no time for tears
All these years been preparin’ for right now
When they see the AK barrel, they pipe down
White sheets and nightgowns, sniffin’ that blood hounds
Soldier, swallowed my own sweat and won’t drown
My squad is thorough, my infiltry fifth ward
Scars on faces, long way from a ghetto boy
I’m built for this, I killed for this
Put everythin’ on the line, blood spilled for this
They consider it madness, grew up an ignorant bastard
If it wasn’t ’bout guns, I was skippin’ them classes
Thickest assassin, pull it the fastest
Cock it and blast it, runnin’ my racket
Put ’em all in the casket
Strikin’ them matches, wrap you in plastic
Turn you to ashes
Call me for duty and I’ll murder the masses

[Hook]
Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
What else, what else
Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive ’til the end of the game? What else, what else

[Verse 2]
I’m on a suicide mission with pistols, I won’t miss you
You with me, I’m with you, if not, the slug gon’ hit you
Rip through your tissue, I don’t think the world gon’ miss you
Full magazine, 15 covers, the next issue
Ghost, not the luxury car, I’m talkin’ hollows
Sub-missiles flyin’ through the sky
You can find me in the shark tank, topped off, loadin’ the scars
Tramplin’ dead bodies in the field, full of blood
No remorse, of course we gon’ be lit
We soldiers, trained to murder and won’t miss
No time to piss, the realest in the midst
Lost in foreign land and we eat where we shit
Long machete arms, get chopped up in the jungle
Today could be your last, to hard to remain humble
Die by yourself ’cause you was born on your own
Some of the greatest kings got murdered on they thrones

[Hook]
Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
What else, what else
Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive ’til the end of the game? What else, what else


Use me – Future lyrics


Lyrics Future – Use me

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, ohhh.(use me)

Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me versuri-lyrics.info
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use meee
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for.

Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’.

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can.

Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said “f*ck the streets” and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now.

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use meee
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for.

Use meee to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use meee
Use me, then use meee
Then you better, then you better
Use meee
Use meee
Use meee.
Future lyrics
Video me


Future – Use Me Lyrics


[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get Xan’d out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out

My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
‘Cause I was trappin’ at grandma’s house when I came out
I said, “Fuck the streets, ” and made made my own lane now
When you get high enough you can dodge raindrops
And tell your mama and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….


Nines – These Keys (feat. Berner) (One Foot Out Album)


[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

[Verse 1: Nines]
Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands
Remember when I kop the Ice hublot with the rubber band
Made 30K this week I’m nothing like them other man
I’m on a different level now but I don’t think they understand
Last year I would have stressed my pockets if I copped a Range
Funny how in a couple months, how luck could change
Old niggas on the track, bragging ’bout watch and chain
Next album I’ll probably rap about yachts and planes
Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle ’round the Porsche
Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust
Shit was slow, mandem was moving like some scavengers
Never going broke again I’m cool with all the traffickers
Jazzy said chill and let them young bucks spray them tools
Think they hating now, watch when I upgrade my jewels
My lil’ niggas know a nigga spend a monkey on some shoes
Trappin’ from a distance can’t see them junkies from these views
Grew up ’round some of the best niggas to do it
Now we fucking with them Albo’s they like the Mexicans of Europe
They don’t play me on the radio but I don’t give a fuck
I’ve buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it out

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

[Verse 2: Berner]
Empty boxes got me nauseous
Six burner phones in my faucet
We buy phones and we wash ’em
Digging holes to find a million dollars [?], ain’t sweet
I’ve been broke, same clothes for a week
Fresh off the plane I see badges fuck the D.E.A
This piece costs a couple more G’s, when it leave the States
Started from the bottom, with a key of yay
I’m ridin’ round dirty in this Honda, I don’t need the Wraith
They grabbed Stack, we just laughed when he beat the case
Cookies with the cheese, [?] bring me strains
Bring the jack back, I’m smoking for the JA
Black hoodie with the AK
Dirty money bring the devil out, bag the lemonade
Put my gloves on, then we send ’em out
80 for a 20 pack, yeah I’m talking locally
Here in the city, I’m still getting [?]
The rest of them getting 2, they can’t even sell ’em though
I could never sell ’em low, I’d rather be selling blow
Talking on the telephone, now he’s never coming home
The dope gang dirty yeah, they don’t love you until you’re gone

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys


Young Dolph – Yeezy


[Verse 1]
I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hairr
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch


LUPE FIASCO – City Of The Year lyrics


City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

Aye, born in the middle of the West
Lil nigga, living in the middle of death
Raised around killers, that’s why little impress
Outside white folks, it must sound I’m a little oppressed
And I’m sorry my niggas, but I think you the best
You don’t need no Khaled, because that’s on me, valid
Let me push my brother, we don’t need no malice
Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon’ need a palace

Niggas want JJ’s, don’t eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he’ll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man it’s so tragic
Fireworks on the lake front, that shit look like Magic

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone


Lupe Fiasco – City Of The Year lyrics


City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

Aye, born in the middle of the West
Lil nigga, living in the middle of death
Raised around killers, that’s why little impress
Outside white folks, it must sound I’m a little oppressed
And I’m sorry my niggas, but I think you the best
You don’t need no Khaled, because that’s on me, valid
Let me push my brother, we don’t need no malice
Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon’ need a palace

Niggas want JJ’s, don’t eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he’ll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man it’s so tragic
Fireworks on the lake front, that shit look like Magic

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone


Young Dolph – Yeezy (Gelato Album)


[Verse 1]
I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hair
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch


Migos – Bad And Boujee (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)


[Intro: Offset]
You know young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I’m a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, woah (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come for me (come for me)
I swear these niggas under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
We did the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
My diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low Act’ rate (Act’)
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me your bitch ass wifey and we know she sluttin
Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga duckin
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
How about the suicide with the Uzi? (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’, I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’, I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh, switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Oh, oh, now she won’t fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hot you through the gate
Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)
So much money they use rakes
Count 100,000 in your face (in your face)
Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, oh
She talk to me like she knew me, yah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
Yeah, wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
Yeah, boy you so fake like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)


Future – Die A Gangsta (Freebandz Mixtape)


[Intro: Future]
Better hope you die a gangster, gangster, gangsta
Super, out of here, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put them O’s in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah

[Pre-Hook: Future]
I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado, this a motherfuckin’ trip

[Hook: Future]
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
60 K on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playin’, they got spilt
Went I hit the set you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush in a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck, it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the East
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump fakin’ with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smokin’ marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pluto running through the racks

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a Black Card… just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump? I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the Grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talkin’.. too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is.. too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talkin’.. plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
‘Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meetin’ with my shooters, it’s been arranged for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talkin’ gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah


Migos – Slippery lyrics


Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
Fuck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it (serve)

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

(Offset!)
Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she fuck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (hey)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These bitch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad bitch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire)

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My bitches, I spoil them like children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s fuck the cops (fuck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
Fuck it I seize a knot

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, hey


Papoose – Back On My Bullshit (feat. Fat Joe & Jaquae)


[Verse 1: Papoose]
Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo’
Ran down on them and told them niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions; I told ’em "I don’t know,"
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and told them "adios!"
Brought my money up, I’m looking like King Jaffe Jo’
I ain’t make "Panda," but I’ve been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I’m quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y’all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I’m packing the pool stick
Mad ’cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I’m faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I’ll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I’m grabbin’ the [?]
Back with the movement, it’s a fact you a true bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you’d rather defuse it, your head, I’ll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I’m Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders were hit in the genitals [?]

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
On my BS, we platium Day’s and diamond Jesus
Had some rumors they killing ’em, that’s an understate’
Same nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I ain’t got a view
And all my bitches is loyal, they got a debt or two
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could’ve bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sent you, tell your niggas what the gun do
.45’ll miss, the AK’ll hit
Everybody lit ’til they laying in shit!
Your love is a 187
I’ve been killing ’em softly, get in niggas’ apartments!

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Outro: Fat Joe (Jaquae)]
(Jaquae! Jaquae!)
Coka the Don
Double P!
(Papoose, Pa-poose!)


Jhene Aiko – Maniac


[Verse 1]
Hop on the dick like a maniac
Head like a brainiac
Gotta read the sign like a zodiac
I’m a lowkey freak, you don’t know me yet?
Good head, got a little bite to it
Little booty, got a little bounce to it
We could go all damn night to it
Wife that, gon’ throw rice to it

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I, oh I don’t wait too long
Oh his dick is way too long
I think I take it all
Oh why? Oh why you acting scared?
Pull that pull up like a chair
Know you see me over here

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
You just made love to a maniac, maniac

[Verse 2]
I must, I must, I must, I
Must admit I’m in love with your sex
Every single day, baby give me your best
Every single day, you be gettin’ this neck
I be gettin’ no rest, just took two breaths (ahh, ahh)
Need a vacay
Nigga shot more rounds than a AK
Goin’ ’round ’round ’round like an AA
Got me showin’ up late for the late late

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I, oh I don’t wait too long
Oh his dick is way too long
I think I take it all
Oh why? Oh why you acting scared?
Pull that pull up like a chair
Know you see me over here

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
You just made love to a maniac, maniac
Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?
With a maniac (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make you fall in love with a maniac (with a maniac)

[Verse 3]
I stay up all night for ya, I’m trooper
Call in a request, I pick up, pull up quick as Uber
Anywhere, everywhere, you turn me to addict
If you love me like you say you do then get it tatted
Do you, do you, do you, I know how to do you
Flip me over then maneuver
As long as a ruler, you the ruler
Don’t tell nobody else, that’s the rule, yeah
Ass in the air, feet in the air
Weed in the air, we in the air, me and you stare
Night shift take the stress away
Then the second round take the rest away

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
(Have you ever… loved with a maniac, baby)
You just made love to a maniac, maniac
(You just made love to a maniac)
Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?
(Do you wanna… fuck with a… maniac, maniac)
Make you fall in love with a maniac, maniac
(Make you fall in love)

[Outro]
You just fucked around
You just fucked around
You just fucked around
With a maniac, ma-ma-maniac
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
I’m a maniac
I’m a mothafuckin’ maniac
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who love this pussy? You love this pussy
Who love this pussy? You love this pussy
I know that you like it, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know


Gunna & Offset – Beat Da Case


[Hook: Offset]
I beat the case, all this cash that I make
Pull up in Wraiths, had to chop off the [?]
Pull up in them horses, two million endorsements
Tryna get on some Forbes shit
Wave the flag it’s a forfeit
Money come ’round like a orbit
Evaporation, I absorb it
Lambo green it’s a tortoise
Eat the molly ’til I’m nauseous
Surround myself with the bosses
Cause they done had it and they lost it
These diamonds hittin’ on me [?]
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me

[Verse 1: Offset]
My diamonds green, not from Boston
You talking mean so I often
You was a lawyer so you lost me
Deliver my diamonds I ordered these
I kick the bitch out, she recorded me
I double back cause she a [?]
You niggas is soft like velour [?]
Stack it, stack it, stack it up
A whole ‘nother bracket, I leveled up
All of the gang, got bezeled up
Stay in your lane you don’t make enough
Parked the Benz on the side
My ex-bitch got 5
Frog eyes, mob ties
She choosing on me, all live
All [?] black pride
Lambo doors open wide
Sipping Actavis, a 9
Cocaine still alive

[Hook: Offset]
I beat the case, all this cash that I make
Pull up in Wraiths, had to chop off the [?]
Pull up in them horses, two million endorsements
Tryna get on some Forbes shit
Wave the flag it’s a forfeit
Money come ’round like a orbit
Evaporation, I absorb it
Lambo green it’s a tortoise
Eat the molly ’til I’m nauseous
Surround myself with the bosses
Cause they done had it and they lost it
These diamonds hittin’ on me [?]
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I fucked the bitch she caused a collar
I fix my chain, I pop my collar
I take out flights out to the pilot
I walk in the bank and deposit
I came out from Fiji from overseas
I’m fucking that bitch from the Philipines
Don’t try to look you can’t ordered these
I put some nut on her double d’s
My short got a snake by double G
I see it, I buy if I want it
Got VVS [?]
[?] loner
I just put a AK on my shoulder
She got a new spot for the soldiers
[?] that new Bentley truck [?] over
I’ma thumb through the check ’til it’s over
The [?] can’t see a E
Still can pull up and cop a P
The police ain’t shit they can’t stop a G
Dropped a 100 k when they indicted me

[Hook: Offset]
I beat the case, all this cash that I make
Pull up in Wraiths, had to chop off the [?]
Pull up in them horses, two million endorsements
Tryna get on some Forbes shit
Wave the flag it’s a forfeit
Money come ’round like a orbit
Evaporation, I absorb it
Lambo green it’s a tortoise
Eat the molly ’til I’m nauseous
Surround myself with the bosses
Cause they done had it and they lost it
These diamonds hittin’ on me [?]
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me


Jack Boy feat PnB Rock – Everyday Shit Lyrics


[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Verse 1]
Stay with the shits, still in the mix
Still hitting licks, still taking trips
Riding with the choppa on my biker gang shit
Remember back then when I ain’t have shit
Bad ass jake put the jump in your waist
Screech off with the shit
Take off with your shit, cash out, invest in the zip
Tryna make a flip, serving it [?]
Tool on my hip
I’m too hip to the shit
The beef [?]
Niggas put you in a ditch
Going down a clif
Boy don’t get your shit split
Stop watching me, suggest you watch your bitch
Told her give me no shit, give me no lip
I could ask baby girl I’m the shit
Youngin masked up on some every day shit
Dressed in all black, that”s some everyday shit
On probation, still tote 30 clips
Rather get caught with it than to get caught with out it
Imma save the bread up till it start to rot
Had to get a safe shoe box full of knots
Tryna make it out, Just tryna make it out
Road to riches, youngin finally on route
Youngin finally on route

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
They gon do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

My niggas, my brothers, same block, different mothers
Went through the same struggle, we all had to hustle
You from the surburbs, I’m from the jungle
No time to fumble, I’m tryna bubble

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist


Run The Jewels – Hey Kids (Bumaye) (feat. Danny Brown) (Run The Jewels 3 Album)


[Intro]
Hey, hey k-
Hey kids!
(This is so crazy!)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses
We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses
Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes
Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes
All cause I’m motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning hashes
Killer, killer, dealing with him like he’s a squealer
Get ’em, got ’em, shout ’em, and flipped the matress
Woo! I’m the man bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob
Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates and the ghost of Jobs
Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain’t flinchin, Marshawn Lynchin’ it
Run through a motherfucker’s face like ig’nant, isn’t it
Domain eminent, we the preeminant
Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous
Enemy grave he digging it, then we piss in it
Us go to hell, we been in it, gettin’ it, yeah

[Hook]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye

[Verse 2: El-P]
Aye, aye kids
I’m the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myth, hey
I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half man imps
They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns
I got half an hour, I’ll burn half a pound and I have to run
Killers of the earth get scared
You do not get one word
You do not live for the heard
Even you living’s absurd, better off kicked to the curb
That is my word
Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid oh shit I got curved
In the Berenstain riff, I’m a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve
It’s like nothin’ not broke, can’t stand the scope in the booth
I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date
Better call mayday, baby I’ll spray, I’m an AK
They flayed and plated, I’m serving dead meat fame to table
Cain to Abel, death’s apprentice
Run the Jewels’ll make last breaths Brexit

[Hook]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye

[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Word architect, when I arch the tech, I’ll part ya’ neck
Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head
Like a gram of blow, you inject
My words infect like insects havin’ incest, I’m in check, like pay day on a Thursday and it’s Wednesday
I’m sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate
That’s pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on ’em twenty-eight
Get pearl tongue like every day, so I Run them Jewels in every state
I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el’s out a p with El-P
My self-esteem on king, got head so big no crown can’t fit me
No bitch on my ding-a-ling when she ride on it she wet like a jet-ski
Please be alarmed, be warned
Please be alarmed, be warned
Give up that charm or get harmed
Watch, too or your time gone, and the rings or your life pawned and we gone

[Outro]
You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you


MIGOS – Bad And Boujee lyrics


You know, young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)

Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I’m a dog, roof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo! (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort me (comfort for me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
We did the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
My diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate (acc)
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

Raindrops, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin’
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me, yah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
Wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
Boy you so fake, like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choosin’, yeah

Raindrops, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)


Migos – Bad And Boujee lyrics


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You know, young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)

Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I’m a dog, roof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo! (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort me (comfort for me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
We did the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
My diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate (acc)
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

Raindrops, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin’
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me, yah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
Wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
Boy you so fake, like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choosin’, yeah

Raindrops, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)


Stitches – Best Coco (Uncensored)


[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top

[Verse 1]
I remember the days when they used to say I wouldn’t be shit
But the tables turn they see me in person and ask for a pic
All of that hatred
All of that doubt
It just made me better
Talking shit about me to that bitch
I hope it make you feel better
I just keep moving that weight
Shipping it state to state
Riding with my AK 47
Cause these boys be fake
Then I keep trapping
Man I keep riding foreigns
All of these bitches
Showing their titties while Stitches be touring
Im in the back of that Rolls Royce
Bitch you know that Im a dope boy
Like Johnny Depp I sell blow boy
I prolly sell coke to your home boy

[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top

[Verse 2]
Bitch I know how it feels
I came up from the bottom
I can upgrade your life and put you in some red apple bottoms
I got some diamonds all up in my mouth
I just fucked your bitch we fucked on your couch
Marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy some molly all I talk about
How does it feel when Im up inside
How does it feel when you on the ride
Im fucking her fast
Im fucking her slow
She say I love you Stitches Im not a hoe

[Verse 3]
I know what you came to my crib for
Take your clothes off put that ass on the floor
You wanna fuck with a drug dealer
Then imma show you what Im bout
Imma put my dick in your mouth
And give you something that you can talk about

[Hook]
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top
I know what you came to my crib for
Word around town I got the best coco
You wanna be with a thug
I am a thug baby lets ride
You know what it is to be broke
Im bout to show you how it feels at the top


Gucci Mane – St. Brick Intro


[Intro]
An igloo full of snow man I’m iced out
House full of naked hoes snortin’ blow
Its so lonely at the top, plus its real cold
A house full of hoes and they kickin’ blow
I’m a zone six nigga and you know I’m pourin’

[Verse]
Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert
Its the middle of December she pulled up in her skirt
Santa Claus of the hood I pull up with the work
They call me East Atlanta Santa run up on me get murked
I’m just trappin’ through the snow
Sellin’ nine half a bricks in four ways
Over the hills we go
Got an extendo and an AK
I’m a neighborhood philanthropist
I’m sellin’ bells of cannabis
Preachin’ like and evangelist
But I don’t fuck with amateurs
I drive spiders yea tarantulas
My diamonds are immaculate
I’m not on no romantic shit
But I’m cookin’ cocaine candle lit
I’m so true your hoe can’t handle it
But damn that bitch can suck a dick
Skeeted on her face and lip
Guwop can’t fuck no basic bitch
The teacher teachin’ arithmetic
Show you how to whip a brick
Learn you how you run your clip
And told you how to kill your’s
My young girl she a freaky chick
But damn she on that sneaky shit
Ran off with a half a zip
And now I got to slap a trick
All these record labels broke as shit
Ricky dicky wreckin’ shit
I sell more milk than a Mexican
My dog food yea its excellent
I done started sellin’ Christmas tree I’m tryna jingle bells hoe
Its Christmas time its [?] I’m stompin’ in my shell toes
Christmas in ’96 I asked Santa for twelve goals
But now Guwop got gifts to give but I don’t fuck with twelve though

[Outro]
Santa Claus tryna see a bag full of goodies
I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live
I’m tryna come down the chimney with a 100 mil
I’m the Bricksquad boss I’m like Santa Claus


Gucci Mane – St. Brick Intro


[Intro]
An igloo full of snow man I’m iced out
House full of naked hoes snortin’ blow
Its so lonely at the top, plus its real cold
A house full of hoes and they kickin’ blow
I’m a zone six nigga and you know I’m pourin’

[Verse]
Middle of the winter I pull up in a vert
Its the middle of December she pulled up in her skirt
Santa Claus of the hood I pull up with the work
They call me East Atlanta Santa run up on me get murked
I’m just trappin’ through the snow
Sellin’ nine half a bricks in four ways
Over the hills we go
Got an extendo and an AK
I’m a neighborhood philanthropist
I’m sellin’ bells of cannabis
Preachin’ like and evangelist
But I don’t fuck with amateurs
I drive spiders yea tarantulas
My diamonds are immaculate
I’m not on no romantic shit
But I’m cookin’ cocaine candle lit
I’m so true your hoe can’t handle it
But damn that bitch can suck a dick
Skeeted on her face and lip
Guwop can’t fuck no basic bitch
The teacher teachin’ arithmetic
Show you how to whip a brick
Learn you how you run your clip
And told you how to kill your’s
My young girl she a freaky chick
But damn she on that sneaky shit
Ran off with a half a zip
And now I got to slap a trick
All these record labels broke as shit
Ricky dicky wreckin’ shit
I sell more milk than a Mexican
My dog food yea its excellent
I done started sellin’ Christmas tree I’m tryna jingle bells hoe
Its Christmas time its [?] I’m stompin’ in my shell toes
Christmas in ’96 I asked Santa for twelve goals
But now Guwop got gifts to give but I don’t fuck with twelve though

[Outro]
Santa Claus tryna see a bag full of goodies
I wish these faggot-ass cops would let a nigga live
I’m tryna come down the chimney with a 100 mil
I’m the Bricksquad boss I’m like Santa Claus


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