Tag: Bermuda


Fxxxxy – Yeah Kool Lyrics (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)


[Intro: FXXXXY]
Yeah (Let's go, Mario)

[Verse 1: FXXXXY]
I’m sleep on 'em, but I can't sleep on ’em (Sleep)
Hit the p*ssy, broke the Cuban link on 'em (Ah)
I'm involved, but you won't hear a peep from me (Yeah)
I took my teeth and I threw V's on 'em (Shh)
When she talking, she better put please on 'em (Please)
Talking cold, then we put forsureski on it (Yeah)

[Chorus: FXXXXY]
Yeah, cool
Nigga want a problem, yeah, cool
Nigga, no problem, yeah, cool (Yeah)
Chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
We 'bout them numbers, yeah, cool (Yeah)
Aim at a copper, yeah, cool
My wrist is all cut up, yеah, cool (Cut up)
Came from the bottom now I got her on top
And shе swear that she love me, yeah, cool (Ayy, FXXXXY)

[Verse 2: FXXXXY & Lil Uzi Vert]
Aim at the door and I told her one minute
I pop when I want, you can call me lieutenant
Bitches gave up on me, know they regret it
The niggas they f*ckin’ get fired from Denny’s
That's what you get for exposing your feelings (Yeah)
If you were silent, would’ve listened (Yeah)
Check my streams, if I said it, I meant it (Yeah)
I'd rather go broke 'fore I f*ck with y'all niggas (Yeah, yeah)
Serena around my neck, yeah, these chains playin’ tennis (Forsureski)
Nah, for real (Forsureski)
Call the medic (Forsureski, the world is yours)
None of y'all safe (Yeah)
I drop my Cuban link bracelet behind your head, boy, blame your bitch
I'm goin' digital with all my gunners from the bottom, nigga, we gun off the bitch
She wasn't checkin' on me, now she checkin' in with me (Yeah), no cap
More cash, no slack
Dead friends, toe tag
Why the f*ck you get that watch, fool? (Watch)
I heard they callin' the swat, fool (The swat)
Got it out the bottom, out the box, fool
Dallas nigga, eat dog food (Grrrt)
Reflex, blood diamonds in my mouth, but she got sea sick (Uh)
Bad ho', bitch had me stealing up out of Victoria Secret
Rap star, but I pull up to your ho' and I'm dressed like American Reject (Uh)
I'm reppin' CC gang, ho'
Cash cartel, rain coat
[Chorus: FXXXXY & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, cool
Nigga want a problem, yeah, cool
Nigga, no problem, yeah, cool (Yeah, yeah)
Chop up a choppa, yeah, cool

We 'bout them numbers, yeah, cool
Aim at a copper, yeah, cool (Yeah)
My wrist is all cut up, yeah, cool (Cash)
Came from the bottom now I got her on top (Lil Uzi)
And she swear that she love me, yeah, cool (Uzi Vert)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert & FXXXXY]
Yessirski
Droppin' the top, forsureski (Yeah, yeah)
Droppin' the top, yessirski (Yeah, yeah)
Droppin' the top, forsureski (Exclusive)
Droppin' the top, yessirski
I'm in a drop, I'm Gretzky
Diamonds they icy, uh-huh, yeah
She wanna top the squad, yeah
She wanna get in our rides, yeah
Pull out that mula on mula (Yeah)
Pull out that mula on mula on mula (Yeah)
Pull out that mula on mula on mula (Yeah)
Pull out that mula on mula on mula
I gave my ruler, my ruger to my shooter (Brrrt)
I move my boy off the grid, that Bermuda
We got them R.I.P. tips in this ruler
Aim at his head, I leavin' him with the ruler
Money ain't with me like I'm Mr. Cooper (New shit)
Jewish bitch on me, she trust me, I'm groovy
I swear I love her, I'm not tryna choose
Skinny nigga, but my pockets big [?]
My nigga 14, I swear he will shoot ya
Man, f*ck a chopper, he need a bazooka (Uzi)
Christian Dior, you know that I rebuke you
It is no way that I am scared of losin'
With the Freebandz, I don't know what I'm doin'
Yeah, I can just spaz on this bitch
Yeah, I can just spaz on this bitch
Yeah, put smash class on my wrist, yeah
[Chorus: FXXXXY]
Yeah, cool
Nigga want a problem, yeah, cool
Nigga, no problem, yeah, cool (Yeah)
Chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
We 'bout them numbers, yeah, cool (Yeah)
Aim at a copper, yeah, cool
My wrist is all cut up, yeah, cool (Yeah)
Came from the bottom now I got her on top
And she swear that she love me, yeah, cool

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert & FXXXXY]
New baguette and these pure emerald diamonds (Cash, cash)
I'm on suicide watch 'cause I cut up my wrist now it's blinding
Yeah, that's the reason that these niggas mad, I'm shining (Cash, let's go)
Got an extra key to your house 'cause she like me (Cash)
New baguette and these pure emerald diamonds (The world is yours, nigga)
New baguette and these pure emerald diamonds
Yeah, cool
Yeah, cool


Lil Xan – Worst Day Ever Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Xan & $teve Cannon]
Yeah
And it’s the worst day ever (Yeah)
Yeah
And it’s the worst day ever (Ay)

[Verse 1: Lil Xan]
I overheard a convo, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Sounded like you liked him (Yeah)
I ain’t mad that she cool girl (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I’ve been fucking bitches since you said the first word
I was off them pills too, yeah
Maybe I’ma die too (Maybe I’ma die too)
Hope I just don’t die soon (Hope I just don’t)
I said “I hope I just don’t die soon” (Hope I just don’t)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Orange and black coffin (Brrt, brrt)
Yeah, have it painted by an orphan (Brrrrrt)
I’m a demon but you know it (Know it)
Yeah, I break hearts because my heart is broke

[Verse 2: $teve Cannon]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hell yeah, I grew up and screw up
Shit go around like a Hula
Lost in a trap like Bermuda
I smoke my dope to this music
Think I’m seein’ illusions
These people think I might lose it
Back on the Xan’s and I’m coolin’
Off with their head, throw up deuces
And it’s the worst day ever
Higher than I’ve ever been
Hit me up at night ’cause she know I need that medicine
Workin’ ’til the lights turn out
Wake up and do again
All my niggas ’round
Oh my god, there’s only few of them
Swimmin’ in that ocean, I don’t even see the coast
And don’t know which side to has some lean
So I could fly through my feelings
I really feel like it’s over
I really wish I was sober
I really wish I was older
I really wish I was in it

[Refrain: Lil Xan]
Yeah, aye
And it’s the worst day ever, yeah
And it’s the worst day ever, yeah
And it’s the worst day ever, yeah
And it’s the worst day ever

[Outro: Lil Xan]
Rest In Peace
Xanarchy


Slaughter Gang Tip – No Brain


A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brain in it, all my h**s get the same treatment.

B***h you broke and boujee, your nigga sad and losing
I got a new Kel-Tec but I might use the Uzi
Sipping on Hi-Tech, we don’t do the deuces
A hundred K each show, tell me who is losing
I got a new freak ho, she tryna do the booty
I got the pink molly in, yes I still get booted
That nigga missed all his shots, tell me who is shooting
Three stripes on my clothes b***h, yeah it’s Gucci
Tom Ford lense on, I can see you chosing
She put you in the friendzone, now you looking stupid
Can’t fall in love with no freak ho, b***h my name ain’t Cupid
A hundred guns from the pawn shop, I can’t wait to use it.

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatment.

Dressed in Gucci, Fendi, b***h stay out my business
Last nigga tried me, I ain’t leave no witness
This a real trap house, I don’t take no pennies
I get a hundred pounds in like I’m LA Fitness
This a real boss plate, I don’t eat at Denny’s
Dope selling real good and it’s finger licking
Twenty racks to my shooter, yeah, trappin’ out an Uber
F**k your gang, I rep Bermuda versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up wrong I just might shoot you
Big Backwoods, I don’t smoke no hookahs
She ain’t got no walls, I look right through her
I made her suck it up, ’til her jaws lock
After this first nut b***h you goin’ on call block.

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up
I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k
Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut
Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut
Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k
Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it
Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it
Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatmenttt.(no brain)


Kollision – Space Cadet (Uncensored)


[Intro]
Cook that shit up Quay

[Chorus]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin’ shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet nigga, floatin’ every time I walk in
Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains
Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, bitch I’m in all lanes

[Verse 1]
Pull up in somethin’ that’s foreign, these bitches weren’t ready
Pop me a Addy and take off like I’m in Andretti
I want them pesos, dineros, and I want that fetty
Pop out and I just surprise a bitch like confetti
A foreign bitch, she shippin’ shit that is illegal
Sent her to school just to be my paralegal
Me and Quay tight like a fucking keyhole (that’s my dawg, yeah)
Fifteen hundred just to walk on all these creatures

[Chorus]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin’ shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet nigga, floatin’ every time I walk in
Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains
Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, bitch I’m in all lanes

[Verse 2]
Fuck up the scenery, killin’ the industry, niggas they envy me
Bitches, they diggin’ me, know I’m a specialty, I got the recipe
Cook it up in your face like I’m Betty C
I leave the States and they knowin’ my melody
Killin’ shit, don’t give a fuck about sympathy
These bitches dogs, I’m feeding them pedigree
I had the fresh, I was bound to get felonies
I had the raw, had to scale, this the better me
Money keep flowing like I’m in the Medellin
She made that dick disappear like Bermuda
All of my bad bitches they be some cuckoos
Fuckin’ your mama, she teach me, she tutor
I had to work my move, had to maneuver
Diamonds by Elliante, bitch it’s scuba, don’t let if fool you

[Chorus]
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin’ shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill
Space cadet nigga, floatin’ every time I walk in
Hundred thousand nigga, stuffed in these Balmains
Young nigga having pull just like a drawstring
All gas, no brake, bitch I’m in all lanes
Fifteen thousand dressed in gear, yeah
Diamonds lit, no chandelier
Poppin’ shit just like a pill
Shawty bad, she dressed to kill


Migos – Call Casting lyrics


Buddah blessed this beat

Yeah, trap shit
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Up early in the morning trapping (trap, trap)
You can get ’em how you asking (ask)
How many chickens? you can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (yeah)

Ack (Ack)
Put the backends in the back (back)
Draco on me, it’s attached (‘ttached)
Name a nigga with the pack (pack)
Name a nigga with the sack (sack)
I love my Glock, I got the MAC (MAC)
She eat the molly like a snack (eat it up)
This gold on my neck a plaque (plaque)
Bando Shane’s Rib Shack (eat it up)
Rob the plug if you tax (tax)
Sip the lean and relax (drink it up)
Park the Lamb in the back (skrt, skrt)
Big dog, you a cat (cat)
Rich in the matte black (skrt, skrt)
Twenty hoes to be exact (yeah)
I need ten, that’s a dime
Want a nickel, that’s a five
One to fly, one to slide
One to glide, ain’t got time
Put a thirty on my nine
For a nigga out of line
Mama cryin’, niggas dyin’
Wonder why I done grip the fire, yeah

Up early in the morning trapping (trap, trap)
You can get ’em how you asking (ask)
How many chickens? you can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (yeah)

Brrrt (skrt skrt skrt skrt) burrr, pot
Niggas tried to send a thot
That’s the only way to plot
Klay Thomp, corner shot (brrr)
Eight-ball, corner pocket (ay)
White boys in the game (white)
Call ’em Andy Milonakis (yeah)
He won’t hesitate to shoot ’em (shoot)
Private jet to Bermuda (woo)
I knew I been had sauce (who)
Cause I was fuckin’ on my tutor (who)
Truck backin’ up the dually
A hundred pounds out the cooler
Came from a Cup O’ Noodles
I fucked the game, karma sutra
I got M’s on my mind
I got boulders in my time
Put a model bitch on coca
Told her read between the lines (coco)
J’s out there snitchin’, yeah
Heard it through the vine (J’s)
Packin’ up the kitchen
Think I ran out of time, yeah

Up early in the morning trapping (trap, trap)
You can get ’em how you asking (ask)
How many chickens? you can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (yeah)

Woo woo woo woo woo, packs
I paid the ticket, get you whacked (brrr)
I chop the brick with the axe (hey)
The cookie smellin’ like a casket (cookie)
I’m sellin’ crack in my Raf’s (crack)
Put the addy in the nav (addy)
He steady poppin’, know it’s cap (cap)
I hit the jungle, then adapt (rarr)
30 thousand on the couch (30 bars)
All my bitches from an app (app)
Instagram and the Snap (Snap)
I bet a hundred on the craps (crap)
I’m good on shawty, do without (ooh)
She fucking niggas for the check (check)
I’ma only get the mouth
Hop out a Lambo, crossover on a bitch (skrt)
I poured a four, Actavis (Act)
Walk in Goyard, got a bag for my bitch (bag)
Won’t give a kiss ’cause I know you suck dick (mwah)
Spent you hundred, Philippe on your wrist (Patek)
Twenty-five pointers, one fist (points)
Twenty-five bitches on list (twenty-five)
Kel-tec, rubber band grip (brrr)

Up early in the morning trapping (trap, trap)
You can get ’em how you asking (ask)
How many chickens? you can get ’em whichever way
Nigga, trap turned Zaxby’s (Zax)
I beat the pot with a passion (beat it up)
A hundred acres on the mansion (mansion)
I dab in the latest fashion (eat it up)
Bitches need to call casting (yeah)