Tag: Ed Hardy


Gunna – Almighty (feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)




[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Oh, H ’round my waist, I’m back rocking Hermes
Givenchy Air Forces, they cost me a bag
I rock a show, give some racks to my man
I eat the cake too, brought my bitch to the sand
I geek up my whips and live life on the edge
Slime out of town so I’m sipping this red
I cannot cap, these racks getting to my head
Young Gunna rappin’, I really was trappin’
My wrist need a napkin, Rolex got me wet
Drip they gon’ jack it, Marc Jacobs my jacket
Them folks had to test me, shit cost me some bread
European stitching, love shopping in France
She want a vacation, my bitch need a tan
Fear of God pants match my Fear of God Vans
You niggas weren’t there when I needed a hand

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I want the money, I don’t want no Tommy
My pockets stuffed, yeah I keep it on me
My whip a snow bunny, I love them blue hunnids
Brand new Masi and the the Bentley Armani
Bite that Lacoste, I jumped out the porch as a boss, yeah
Drinking Hi-Tech in the loft, raw
My bitch got a ass that’s soft
No, this ain’t no gas it’s cigar
I roll up backwood and gelato
I’m rocking Valentino with the red bottoms
Givenchy stars got me fucking a model
Poppin’ seals, we don’t drink bottles
Hustle hard about that almighty dollar
Try to play me, put that K to your collar
Snakes in the garden, my Gucci Mufasa
Pablo Juan bitch, I’m the plug like a charger

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate




IDK – 17 Wit A 38 (feat. Chief Keef)




[Intro: IDK]
This that dirty stinkin nasty ratchet rowdy shit

[Hook: IDK]
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
17 with the .38 (17 with the .38)
I was 17 with the .38 (17 with the .38)

[Verse 1: IDK]
I was only 17 when I had that 38
I was trying to prove something
Show em’ that I didn’t play
If a nigga do me wrong, make him see the pearly gates
Truth is, I ain’t shoot shit, it was just for fake
Truth is, I didn’t do shit, but I rob white folk
Lure they ass to a place I know
Take they money, take they phone, there it goes
Sell the shit at my school for the low
Stack the money, stack the money, buy shoes
Stack the money, stack the money, buy clothes
Take the penitentiary wrist, all fold
Ed Hardy belts with the rhinestone
Hit the Georgetown
I got whores now
Polo wasn’t Ralph, it’s a horse now
Slow down, slow down is what my mama said
She couldn’t get that shit through my head
You can’t expect me to give respect
When I would fuck bitches on mama bed

[Hook: IDK & Chief Keef]
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
17 with the .38 (17 with the .38)
I was 17 with the .38 (17 with the–)
Sosa baby

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I was 17 with a .357
Foot heavy, can’t speed the limit
All black ghost rider, I’m creeping in it
Gotta be a real nigga, don’t be pretending
If I’m in it, then you know, it got reefa in it
You don’t see it nigga? I can re-present it
Took a bitch life, and I’ll re-invent it
Can’t leave without peeing in it
Pants saggin, but this belt ain’t cheap ayy ayy
Got a swiper on me, nuthin’ ain’t free ayy ayy
Would’ve bought the shit, but it ain’t me ayy ayy
Yeah, you down nigga, but it ain’t steep ayy ayy
And it’s Javi, me and the pack
Throwing shells even if you can’t catch it
We gon test him even if he can’t pass it
I know you sending what we can’t pass ayy ayy
Little {?} wanna buss, buss a dick, make it bust
What’s in me? It ain’t trust
It ain’t gang, it ain’t fuss
Surf the wave, now it’s brush
You ain’t got a nice function
Know i’ll run it up like she know Fredo in the cut
Enough gears for some years
Leave a bitch with a tear
Leave a bitch for a year
Leave a bitch in a mirror
Send it, you got it, i’on see it as an error
May storm in the club interfering with the weather

[Hook: IDK]
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
Young nigga wit a .38 (young nigga wit a 38)
17 with the .38 (17 with the .38)
I was 17 with the .38 (17 with the .38)


Russ – The Best Party


[Verse]
Honolulu views sippin on some fresh guava
Bumping always knew and thinkin’ ’bout my next comma
I put my thoughts into the world until they come true
You chase women I’m the one that they run to
"Russ moves smart this is something you could learn from"
Rappers pay attention maybe you can finally earn something
Low overhead, I don’t need other people
Cause everybody on my team is two other people
Multi-faceted
I remember imagining livin’ how I’m livin’
Now everything is extravagant
Jets rolexs, new women, new deals
Can’t let the fake game try to tell you who’s real
Cause they gon’ try to but you gotta see through shit
You don’t have to sell your soul, I’m the proof
This is millionaire weed, kush like Regis
I sound like an angel and I look like Jesus
That’s what the women tell me
Fuck it imma run with it
You ain’t gonna get the throne back until I’m done with it
Money flow like water, yea I’m getting Fiji checks
I’m huge in Honolulu, no wonder why Kiki (Waikiki) left
I’m detached from anything y’all attached too
I’m in n out with my groupies like fast food
Who’s the greatest say Russ when they ask you
I sell out shows quick enough to always add two
I laugh too cause some promoters are slackin
But shoutout Cara Lewis always gets me a backend
Meaning you can sleep but we got that covered
You blew up in the spring and you were gone that summer
Money at my feet life’s a cake walk
They love me out in Asia you would think I made K Pop
Too many j kwons, not enough Raekwon’s
Rappers use the same beat and flow and make the same song
I swear the last few months have been the best few months
I can’t wait to see what happens in the next few months
And I can tell you only come around when success does
You only check for me when a check does
Ten blunts couldn’t get you higher than me
Cause I’m high off becoming what I aspired to be
You outdated like shirts by Ed Hardy
You know they always show up late to the best party