Tag: Big Worm


Young Thug – Cartier Gucci Scarf Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
48 Hertz
Dez gon’ get me rich
Prezzley P. get you popped, nigga (Get your ass popped, boy)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch, woo
Filled up a party with some thots, woo
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly, yeah
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Ayy, hopped out a Maybach coupe
Inside blue and the Patek came blew, ayy
I’m ’bout to spray your boo
Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
I put the crap on the seat
All red guts, got the crap on the seat, ayy
Paralyze a nigga in the street, yeah
Riding with the carbon on the seat, hey
I bought the new Wraith Spyder, yeah
I bought the new Wraith Spyder, bitch
Hit your own mama, don’t wife her, yeah
Heard you dance just like her, bitch
I’ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy
Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy
Rolls Royce stars in the seat, yeah
Stars in the seat, yeah
I’m Justin Bieber-ed up
The Maybach, the coupe, but I keep it tucked
They couldn’t stand down when I built it up
I’m riding ’round the town with the semi tucked
I got my bundles up
Back burner if you don’t got no tummy tuck
Money only thing my concern
I’ma come through like Big Worm

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch
Filled up a party with some thots
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Hey, hoppin’ out the Lambo coupe, I forgot the roof, ballin’ like swoosh, hey
Spittin’ like I lost a damn tooth, all my dawgs go roof, boy, you cuffin’ the swoop, hey
I left the streets and I went to the booth, no hesitatin’, I’ma shoot, hey
I’m ’bout to get something new, I’ma geek that bitch up, I’ma paint that bitch blue, hey
I’ma leave him dead in the street
Throw him in the river, won’t find him for a week, hey
All of my hoes, they freaks
She ain’t got my money then her ass gettin’ beat, bitch
Shoot that bitch up with the stick
Had the Glock in the spot, pretty bitch suckin’ my cock
She bad and she know that she got a fat ass
How could I not? Hey
They’re screaming my name (Name)
They’re singing my shit all in Spain (Spain)
Kick so much shit, need a cane (Kick it)
I’m blowing on good mary jane, hey
Look at my mama up
YSL hot as a sauna, we up (Sauna, we up)
Up like a Tonka truck (Tonka truck)
Not OJ Mayo, but I get the bucks

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
I came from the top
Big big pointers in the watch
Filled up a party with some thots
Pillsbury Doughboy the molly
I take the top of that Benz off
I take the top of your girl off
Richards the cost of your Murlock
I drop the top like a tanktop
I was just bringin’ the bread out
I pour the syrup out
Mix red with the green like a turtle
And a lil’ workout, ayy


Tee Grizzley – Grizzley Gang


[Intro]
Gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
If being a real nigga was a job alotta of y’all niggas would be unemployed

[Verse]
Hov told me quit puttin’ that money to my ear
I gotta get used to this shit I’m just not gettin’ here
Dropped ice cream Wraith and it ain’t been a year
Ever since I hit his bitch that nigga been in tears
Man, nigga rest up Mal they said it was my fault but I never called for help
Damn, nigga rest up pops
I wish I woulda been the one blowin’ back at the opps
Lil’ bro if I get killed don’t cry
But before you turn up for me somebody gotta get dropped
If you get killed I can’t help it but to cry
They gon’ think I’m ice skatin’ every corner I’ma slide
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
Watch who you bump my nigga we’ll split your shit in here
Bro, matter fact just get the hoes and we gon’ dip from here
Cause niggas testifying on me that’s my biggest fear
Can’t even eat with these niggas
Cause I done seen them real life sneakdissin’ nigga
Then see ’em on they page next week with the nigga
Same nigga they was talkin’ ’bout, boy you can’t come around
Bitch you can’t even get the line, hit the E-Mail
Used to fuck with dawg, he got to actin’ like a female
When I was fucking with him he was looking like Big Worm
Cut that nigga off, now he Ezal
Niggas sayin’ free they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t put nothing on his lawyer, how you want them free?
Sayin’ RIP they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t do shit to the niggas that put them on the T
After awards a lotta stars in the place
I left early, I rather be with the stars in the Wraith
Why you carry all that money, get a card from the bank
I had it hard this motivation, I need this shit in my face
From the yard with the shank to hit song out the gate
Got the money, got the fame that nigga still didn’t change
For these chains around my neck I worked my ass off, serious
Niggas stare to long, take his head off, period
What you think a bitch’ll do for 30K, I’m curious
VS in the Rollie boy that shit unridiculous
Why you tell that hoe you had some money, boy you tricked at her
We be laughin’ when they say they shooters cause it tickle us
Bitch, I was just broke layin’ in the bunk
Now I can make 200 thousand in a month
If I fall off, hit your pockets, nigga give it up
Without the pistol cause you sweeter than a cinnabon
Told my nigga right now, I can’t give you none
Let me triple this shit up then we gon’ split it up
Walk up on these niggas when I hit ’em up
[?] up, then take off runnin’ that’s a hit and run
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them straps in here
Ain’t even gotta up the pipe, beat you death in here
They got they cameras out before I even step in there
I’ll put 30 on his baby, don’t think Steph in there
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them pipes in here
Try show off for these hoes, lose your life in here
I came home 2016 had a light year
Real niggas winnin’ that’s a fake nigga nightmare
Makin’ pictures with your bitch on my Snapchat
Ex feelin’ so the stick I can’t snap that
I need that new Phantom next, I can’t backtrack
Just got off the phone with my plug, he like ‘catch that’
Better than the last batch, touch me that’s your last act
Run through ’em like fasttrack
Chokin’ on that racepack, chokin’ on that jockpack
All I smoke is opp pack
We don’t send no bomb threats, you know where my block at, bitch
I hate when niggas try to act hard
Like gettin’ a bitch to line ’em up is really that hard
I got famous nigga but I still got heart
Before this rap shit, I was layin’ at niggas backyard


Tee Grizzley – Grizzley Gang Lyrics


[Intro]
Gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
If being a real nigga was a job alotta of y’all niggas would be unemployed

[Verse]
Hov told me quit puttin’ that money to my ear
I gotta get used to this shit I’m just not gettin’ here
Dropped ice cream Wraith and it ain’t been a year
Ever since I hit his bitch that nigga been in tears
Man, nigga rest [?] they said it was my fault but I never called for help
Damn, nigga rest up pops
I wish I woulda been the one blowin’ back at the opps
Lil’ bro if I get killed don’t cry
But before you turn up for me somebody gotta get dropped
If you get killed I can’t help it but to cry
Ain’t gon’ think I’m ice skatin’ every corner I’ma slide
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
Watch who you bug my nigga we’ll split your shit in here
Bro, matter fact just get the hoes and we gon’ dip from here
Cause niggas testifying on me that’s my biggest fear
Can’t even eat with these niggas
Cause I done seen them real life sneakdissin’ nigga
Then see ’em on they page next week with the nigga
Same nigga they was talkin’ ’bout, boy you can’t come around
Bitch you can’t even get the line, hit the E-Mail
Used to fuck with dawg, he got to actin’ like a female
When I was fucking with him he was looking like Big Worm
Cut that nigga off, now he [?]
Niggas sayin’ free they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t put nothing on his lawyer, how you want them free?
Sayin’ RIP they mans, shit be killin’ me
You ain’t do shit to the niggas that put them on the T
After awards a lotta stars in the place
I left early, I rather be the stars in the Wraith
Why you carry all that money, get a car from the bank
I had it hard this motivation, I need this shit in my face
From the yard with the shank to hit song out the gate
Got the money, got the fame that nigga still didn’t change
For these chains around my neck I worked my ass off, serious
Niggas stare to long, take his head off, period
What you think a bitch’ll do for 30K, I’m curious
VS in the Rollie boy that shit be out ridiculous
Why you tell that hoe you had some money, boy you tricked at her
You be laughin’ when they say [?]
Bitch, I was just broke layin’ in the [?]
Now I can make 200 thousand in a month
If I fall off, hit your pockets, nigga give it up
Without the pistol cause you sweeter than a cinnabon
Told my nigga right now, I can’t give you none
Let me triple this shit up then we gon’ split it up
Walk up on these niggas when I hit ’em up
[?] up, then take off runnin’ that’s a hit and run
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them straps in here
Ain’t even gotta up the pipe, beat you death in here
They got they cameras out before I even step in there
I’ll put 30 on his baby, don’t think Steph in there
Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them pipes in here
Tryt show off for these hoes, lose your life in here
I came home 2016 had a light year
Real niggas winnin’ that’s a fake nigga nightmare
Makin’ pictures with your bitch on my Snapcatch
Ex feelin’ so the stick I can’t snap that
I need that new Phantom next, I can’t backtrack
Just got off the phone with my plug, he like ‘catch that’
Better than the last batch, touch me that’s your last act
Run through ’em like fasttrack
Chokin’ on that rackspack, chokin’ on that jockpack
All I smoke is odd pack
We don’t send no bomb threats, you know where my block at, bitch
I hate when niggas try to act hard
Like gettin’ a bitch to line ’em up is really that hard
I got famous nigga but I still got hard
Before this rap shit, I was layin’ at niggas backyard




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