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Lil Baby – Time Lyrics




[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin
I’m like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Bentley truck
G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B’s up
And me, I got Chanel swag, you know I be C’d up
I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock
Kept it real, that’s why I don’t flock
Look at me, I’m on the chart
I don’t look down but I’m on top
I don’t entertain any clout
Play with me, you gon’ get shot for real
Now they can’t resist us, hear ’em tryna diss us
Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh
I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement
Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste
Now I’m on this cash race, I can’t come in last place
I done finally went legit, accountants, I’m a taxpayer
So you know that mean I’m goin’ hard ’til my last day
Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Bendin’ through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
All these blues, niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo)
Make a move we X you out, ain’t goin’ tic tac (Brrt)
Put a tag on your toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah)
The richest nigga in my city, that’s a big fact (Big fact)
And we don’t do them lil’ planes, we on the big jet (Big jet)
My dawg still movin’ that ‘caine, and he ain’t quit yet (He ain’t quit yet)
I had to tell him when he came, “Don’t bring no bricks back”
Feel like I’m the chosen one (Woah)
Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah)
I ain’t mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one (Ah)
Richard Millie cost a quarter milli’, I got more than one (Yeah)
FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun (Gang)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Livin’ like a pornstar
Rollie, 7 pointers
Opps finna join us but we ain’t switching sides
Neck look like a freezer, ain’t savin’ no skeezer
They gave me a reason, now they gotta die
I don’t want no smoke with you if you don’t want no smoke with me
But dawg if you want smoke with me, we switchin’ shifts, sleep and creep
I did what they couldn’t do, guess that’s why they mad at me
But what’s up with yo vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin’ me?
This my strategy
Keep on stackin’ Gs, make ’em proud of me
I went Prada Tees, I went Prada jeans
I want Prada fleece, I’m from poverty
Real talk

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got six watches, I’m ahead of time
I’m goin’ all out if it’s ’bout mine
I’m gettin’ my shine on, I been on my grind
Feel like I’m different, I’m one of a kind
Buy her a Birken Bag, keep her up to par
Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off
Had to play my role, now I’m takin’ charge
Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge




Lil Baby – Ready Lyrics




[Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I can’t fuck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope them try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, ‘member I used to be dusty
Now I want my money all hundreds in a rush please
I was sellin’ weed when they came out with white tee
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas, they don’t like me
Made her eat it up, she told her friend, “He gon’ wife me”
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t fuck with crossbreeds
Free all of the bros down the road and on Rice Street

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready (Ready)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Put some fine bitches in Margiel-y’s (Margiel-y)
Two new glass tinted, these baguette-y’s (Baguette-y)
Ain’t gon’ bash you bitches, I ain’t petty (Nah)
Just know we fuckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more Addy)
I ain’t have no kid but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s Magic (Like it’s Magic)
Twenties in my pocket look like cabbage (Yeah)
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, but what’s happenin’? (What’s happenin’?)
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
I’m on fuckin go, I can’t panic (I can’t panic)

[Chorus: Gunna]
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt, skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly (Nah)
Drip, drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Let that mink hang to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got three big booty broads at the Telly (The Telly)
And they know from the start who was ready

[Outro: Lil Baby]
Money conversations, check my feng shui
I buy Dolce Gabbana, Chanel, I’m on straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be my entree
I been runnin’ with hitters, my youngins gun slang
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life circle, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke, they want smoke
We exotic, start a riot, we gon’ riot
.223’s, drakes outside
We don’t get tired, we gon’ die


Lil Baby – Spazz lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah, Southside
I go nuts on Southside Beats
Baby, okay

[Verse]
Super Bowl ring, we ballin’ hard, we won the championship
Everybody got somethin’ to say when I ain’t even ask ’em shit
Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick
A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backwards flip (yeah)
I’m in L.A. with some real Crips
I want Stella McCartney, this real drip
Cartier on my face with a real tear
Put the knife on the K, it’s the real deal
Make ’em get out this bitch like a fire drill
If I won’t hit a bitch then the guys will
I’ve been on it, today I took five pills
I’ma run up them M’s ’cause it’s God’s will
How you gon’ check me?
She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me
She wanna sex me (yeah)
I got the blocka, she know not to test me
Comin’ at you niggas 3D
They gon’ put this shit on repeat
Everything I say, they repeat
Any nigga try to sneak diss
I ain’t gon’ say nothin’ back, yeah
I’ma keep gettin’ these racks, yeah
When you speak ’bout me, speak facts, yeah
Got an FN on the kickback, yeah
Big nose, hood on the demon
Big to the streets, I’m a deacon
They wouldn’t even peep what I was preachin’
They just wanna see me with the leaches
Big ballers, I ain’t in the bleachers
Courtside, high five the ref
Codeine got me talkin’ to myself
Blowin’ up, I’m blowin’ out my belt
[?] top 5, nah, for real
Only 25 before the deal
Every time we slide, a nigga kill
I just hope to God that they appeal

[Outro]
G5 sittin’ in the cell
He ’bout to come (came home)
I got this money on me right now
I don’t even answer my phone (put ’em on)
I had these bitches in state to state
They tryna give me some play (leave me alone)
They know that I ain’t got time to waste
I’m tryna get in their face (I’m goin’ home)
I might just give you a couple of dollars
And make sure you good on a model (good)
They know they’ll probably gon’ see me again
Unless I’m in the Benz
I put the Forgiatos on the car
[?] on the truck
I got the money, I’m runnin’ it up
And I’ve been puttin’ it up (them M’s)


Lil Uzi Vert – Rich Forever Leaked lyrics


[Intro]
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

[Verse]
I pull up in Bentley, no Beamer
Balenciaga, these not no Arenas
I got a chopper could clear whole arenas
I got a llama, I named that bitch Tina
I let that lil’ bitch just hold on my Nina
You know I stay, don’t have to get my cheese up
I remember that bitch wasn’t a speaker
Now I’m the only thing come out her speakers
These niggas bummy, they mad from the bleachers
I get the cake like I work for Denise’s
Violation, boy, your money like Wee Man
These soft ass niggas can’t f*ck with the demon
You know Lil Uzi got the bitches feindin’
I got the Glock and my laser is beamin’
These niggas borin’, tell me when they’re leavin’
Rainbow my diamonds, but I am not readin’
These niggas old yeah their hairlines recedin’
Go get the money, blue checks I’m receivin’
Like Kells with the R so I hit with the remix
I gave the thot a pill, she went to Venus
She on her knees and she beg for the semen
Rick Owens my bed, I trip when I’m dreamin’
Bitch out my way, at the top, you can’t glo me
Did everything so it’s nothin’ you can show me
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
I’ma just pass you just right to my homie
I’m the type nigga that wave out in front on you
Take the safety off and blast my opponent
These rappers pitiful, also my children too
I don’t know why they’re always actin’ bogus
One of my youngest children just went platinum
Startin’ to think he better than my oldest
Hold up, pneumonia neck got me froze up
Made three million off my shoulders
Drippin’, drownin’ in the water, yeah
Got more money than your father, yeah
So that means you’re my daughter (daughter)
Choppers on me, I got 40 (40)
Jack boys rip the floor up (floor up)
Sawed-off getting taught (bow)
Stomach shot, get your core (core)
Went 2Pac, watch the door
2Pac, that’s Shakur
Nigga better watch his whore (yeah)
I’ma send him to the Lord (Lord)
He was on life support (‘port)
But the doctor pulled the cord (cord)
That’s what happen when we warrin’ (woo)
1600, leave you snorin’ (woo)
Counter carbon, that’s a Corbin (woo)
Blue tips in the FN
It’s G.E.D. like I’m testin’ (G.E.D.)
Get every dollar with no dressin’ (yeah)
They won’t play this on your FM (ayy)
You a rat, call the PC
That’s the pest control, not protection
Tell my bitch, “You his best friend?
Oh no, bitch you gon’ text him (what?)
Let him ease in my section
We gon’ hit him with a message (message)”
We got shooters out in Essex (Essex)
We got shooters out in Texas (Texas)
All my niggas know is wreck sh*t (wreck sh*t)
Throw your set, throw your set, bitch
You keep showin’ me your new bitch
Boy, you’re f*ckin’ on my ex-bitch
She with you for a check, bitch
Gave her racks, diamond necklace
You can keep it, I got extra (extra)
No, they can’t out-check us (check us)
Spend a hundred, put the rest up (yeah)
Niggas tryna be the best us
Make it rain and I leave it there
I don’t ever clean the mess up
Buddakan, bitch, we eat in there
So dark, can’t see in there
Still took a bitch to eat in there
She said, “How you pull off in your whip if ain’t no key in there?”
New coupe can fit three in there
Smoke a blunt, 4 G’s in there
Goyard wallet with the cheese in there
Margiela, put my feet in there (yeah)
VVS’, put my teeth in there (yeah)
High 20s, you get Cs in there
Fredericksville, I ain’t leavin’ there
1600, yeah, I be in there
Come around, you get whacked here
Come around, you get wet here (wet)
Come around, you get checked here (checked here)


Future & Young Thug – Group Home


[Intro: Young Thug]
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t mint
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 1: Future]
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him everyday
All my littles wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby
Yeah, he don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I sold so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I’m too wrong
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
Fuck these niggas, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loop, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the shits in Cali (Cali!)
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My bitches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
Yeah

[Chorus: Future]
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home


Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)


[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now


YBN Nahmir – Bail Out


[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out

[Verse]
Bitch you know I got guala
Stackin’ these chips, I be gettin’ these commas
Choppers hit ’em and they partners
Fuck they mama right in front of they father
AR bullets hit a nigga
My niggas really pullin’ triggers
We pop out the cut and we sendin’ them shots
No we not talkin’ to niggas
Bitch I’m the shit, I cannot be no dummy
I’m fuckin’ yo’ bitch while I’m gettin’ this money
Stacked up, and that clip it hold forty
I’m sendin’ them shots if you caliin’ me shorty
FN, it came with a 30
If you try me nigga, I’mma do you dirty
Curb service, and I shoot like Curry
And the bullets rippin’ through a nigga jersey
All about commas, we with the drama
Boy, we be ridin’ Impalas
You slide to the ville, you gettin’ yo’ haircut, my broski, he hit at yo’ barber
Cuffin’ these bitches, boy you be [?], know that lil’ bitch she got mileage
R.I.P. Valley, we so turnt up, all of my niggas be wildin’
Keep it a stack for you niggas, who fraudin’ and flexin’ and lying in raps
Not from the trenches, roaches and rats, boy they be bigger than cats
No we not fightin’ you niggas, we pullin’ with choppers and ARs and MACs
Yellin’ free Frank, we turnt up lil’ nigga, until that lil’ nigga get back

[Hook]
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug and we bailin’ out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out
We bail out, whoa
We bail out, gang
We bail out, whoa
We bail out
We come to your block and we air it out
Yellin’ free all my niggas, just let ’em out
30 clip hit a nigga for standing out
We finessin’ the plug now we bailin’ out


Yo Gotti – Betrayal


[Refrain]
They tried play me
My own squad tried betray me
Never love these bitches ’cause they played me
Can’t leave these streets because they paid me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I won’t let these niggas faze me

[Verse 1]
I just got a phone call, it got me rethinking shit
Homeboys and my enemies been on some linking shit
An OG big homie, sucker shit can’t condone it
Catch a body, I’m on it
It’s CMG, now who want it?
I can’t believe you tried betray me
Oh that’s the way you gon’ repay me
Got to stay two steps ahead, too many cats in the fed
Think I broke too much this bread, too many suckers got fed, for real

[Refrain]
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I can’t believe they tried betray me
I won’t let these niggas faze me

[Verse 2]
Death before dishonor how they raised me
Seen the double cross, that shit didn’t faze me
Had the FN with me, upped it on ’em daily
Baow baow baow baow baow, crazy
Double cross, double cross
They killed my lil partner, it’s another loss
It’s murder on my mind, I got bloody thoughts
I hope none of these niggas come piss me off
I heard my lil bitch been out fuckin’ on ’em
Yeah that’s my lil bitch but I cut her off
The hitters gon’ fire when I say
Off with her head, I really mean take it off, literally

[Refrain]
Ayy, they tried betray me
I can’t believe this ho just played me
You made a me, you-you made me a savage
(I’ma make you regret it)
Ayy, you made me a savage (savage)
You had my heart on automatic (automatic, brr)
I used to think you were the baddest
Damn I think your ass just average

[Verse 3]
Ayy, you shouldn’t betray me
Now I’m fuckin’ on your friends on the daily
I’m betrayin’ you
Nah, I’m repayin’ you
I grew up with these niggas from the motherfuckin’ mud
Despite whatever I have and always showed these niggas love
We all was coppin’ bricks and with the shit, we all was thugs
We always had them dreams of bein’ the man and meetin’ the plug
This rap shit jumped off for me, I thought niggas would support me
Instead, they tried to bring a nigga down, federal court me
You my man, you can’t take no stand, you can’t make no statement
We been rockin’ since the sixth grade, how you gon’ betray me?

[Refrain]
Damn, my own partner tried betray me
Thought you would be the one to save me
You played yourself when you played me
I got the key, yeah that’s how they raised me

[Verse 4]
Had to learn the hard way that these bitches just gon’ be bitches
Just fuck ’em, keep it movin’ my nigga, get out your feelings
Yeah, shout out to Sonja, shout out to Sandra
She was married, I still put dick all down her tonsil
These hoes be hateful and these hoes be petty
These hoes ain’t boujee but they always ready
Then act like they regret it
I guess you sorry for the head the other day
All that complaining but all you do is betray
If I was your nigga, bitch you have to find somewhere to stay
Bitch you gon’ have to get the fuck out my house right here today

[Refrain]
’cause you betrayed me
I can’t believe this ho just played me
But in a way this ho just saved me
’cause you played yourself when you played me

[Outro]
I’ll never cross on my niggas
And I, I’ll never cross on my niggas
Played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself ho
Yo played yourself, you played yourself, you played yourself ho
I am, still
And when the help come [?], homie don’t you confuse it
Lames gon’ copy, D boys gon’ abuse it


Future & Young Thug – Group Home Lyrics



(Intro: Young Thug)
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I smell codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

(Verse 1: Future)
Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
Cain and Able are both, brave one man, two impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him every day
All my little wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I share all my b*tches with you besides my main b*tch
I left my past behind with new millennium
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Yeah, I robbed a ni**a in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby, yeah
He don’t know I finessed him
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I saw so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home

(Verse 2: Young Thug)
‘Bout to WCW my b*tch friend on two rooms
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome
F**k these ni**as, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loot, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I got the sh*ts in Cali (Cali!)
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
Cut you off and dodge you like a f**kin’ Charger (Charger!)
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
You can f**k every one of my hoes except my main (main b*tch)
It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
My b*tches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but b*tches
Yeah

(Chorus: Future)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home


YOUNG THUG – Killed Before lyrics


[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no (woah)
Do you own a store, no (woah)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, f*ck all this bullsh*t (SLATT)
Diamonds for all us kings, yeah
Got my money went Ludacris (let’s go)
Give some racks to a hood bitch
Give some racks to a pulpit
Look at the grain, it’s wood bitch
On the floor, it’s a wool bitch
She suck dick like a whole tick (come on)
Diamonds on me they cold as sh*t
I thank God that I went legit (and what)
When we see ’em, you know we blitz (and what)
I can bet up, you know I’m rich (leggo)
Shut the f*ck up nigga bet up, you say you rich
Different color diamonds, I’m a peacock
Different color diamonds, I’m a peacock
Spot full of birdies with no treetop
You know you my son, you can be that
I bought the boat, the jetskis
Got a FN and a stick, don’t test me
I stacked them hunnids up to God’s knees
Ain’t going broke until 2070

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold (woah)
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, (woah, woah)
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no (woah)
Do you own a store, no

[Verse 2]
We ain’t letting these bitches get between us
We ain’t letting no monkey niggas stand that close to us (close to us)
I ain’t got no heart when it come down to my bro, yeah
She is not my dresser, she just irons my clothes, yeah (facts)
Pulled off in a Tesla, pulled back in a Porsche, yeah
Bought the Maserati, you’ll get burnt like toast, yeah
I get on that bullsh*t, you’ll get it started, yeah (started)
Six kids with me, didn’t think bout abortions, yeah (aye)
I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh
Ready for war like a machine
Came from pillies to post schemin’
Now I got fifty hoes on they knees
I put X in my codeine
But I’m putting nothing in my weed
Yeah I took a jet right overseas
I want some head from overseas
I caught a case, my jewelry seized
I started out with fifty ki’s
My Bentayga clean like bleach
On a yacht with blue water and blue cheese
On this sh*t like fleas, aye

[Chorus]
Everyone know I’ve been killed before
I’ve been bent like a centerfold (woah)
I crap with my money, no
Drop the top get a breeze, ohh
Got four million in jewelry, ohh
Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah (woah)
Did you pay someone’s tuition, no
Do you own a store, no

[Outro]
I took a thottie outta Magic, took her to the pent, then I ooh oooh
The private jet came with a stewardess, like ooh oooh


G Herbo – 4 Minutes of Hell Part 5 Lyrics


Yall know what the fuck this is
Yall know exactly what this is

My lil cousin in the county fighting quadruple bodies
But when he beat it, we in Egypt, need a newer hobby
He beat his robbery, went back faster than a Maserati
Everybody in the race, I’m tryna cop Bugatti’s
Lost my ?? a year, but ain’t nobody rob me
We’ll come shoot up the party, ain’t no Lodi Dodi
I got niggas calling my phone from the federales
Told me niggas breaking bad, ain’t sent him 20 dollars
I remember breaking bread with like 20 heads
Imagine me behind the walls for like 20 years
Feeling like I’m dead, I couldn’t even make my bed
I ain’t have no spread
Project still 10 toes bitch and only got 1 leg
Niggas only had 1 life to live, never got no bread
Can’t think back on his decisions now he ain’t got no head
Niggas don’t really be clapping that lead
Yeah, really be scared
My niggas gon’ hop out killing instead
Make sure you cover them dreads
You in the streets better cover your tracks
You can’t talk to that hoe when you going to bed
Wonder how you end up shot in the back
Same way she was for you, that hoe going again
Next thing you know that hoe going again
Yeah gone with the wind
Bitches don’t know when I’m calling again
Next week I’m all in her friends
.40 Glock all in my drawers again
To walk through the mall again
I made 50 songs, had to ball again
Bitch go leak em all again
I’m making songs like Future, I got a future
And I be up with the roosters
Fuck niggas really be losers, really be using
Thats why I’m dolo as usual
And that’s why I tote my own pole with the shooters
I can’t be in this shit snoozing
If a nigga ain’t shooting he ducking or running
And I can’t be in this shit choosing
I remember I used to just play with a 100
Then graduated to 2’s
I remember I used to just bag up them onions
Then graduated to moving
And really my life is a movie
Real diamonds and gold in my jewerly
If you think you gon’ make it, nigga come take it
It do not matter, got Uzi’s
Told my Jeweler to make it, 80 point bracelet
Now ain’t no wonder she naked
Told lil bro to get closer to knock off his face
Cuz we don’t get niggas mistaken

Yeah we fry niggas like bacon
We find niggas like Taken
I’m from 0-7-9
I’m dropping 5’s
And I’m still slamming the rake’s
Still grippin four nickels and S 550’s
This what ima slide on the jakes in
They can’t catch me cuz them squad cars basic
Me and foenem up in our cars racing
Ain’t no pulling over, so we in hot cars daily
And we ain’t instagraming shit, ain’t no haha Davis
I got the gun with the light and the laser
I live my life and the light is amazing
I used to lean on a lot of the lazy
I would just lay back literally lettin her lick me
She did it long like my lady
I think her name was Lindsey, Lala, Lisa, Laura
I’ll get with her later
But I know I’m gon get this to this paper
Yeah I gotta get to the guap
If I don’t ima get on a caper
Soon as I used to get on the block
Police tryna give a nigga the vapor
Why they thinkin I’m gettin niggas knocked off
I’m somewhere way out here in Jamaica
Now I’m gettin a nigga knocked right off the map
Cuz my paper major
Everyday of my life I talk to Cap
He said don’t go to no major
So I ain’t go to no major
Still get major paper
Ain’t got no events, we hit a 100 bands
I been fucking hoes that had another man
See 2 50’s on the weekend, that was running in
We still counting rolls, traveling for shows
30 in bulk, 20 and 30 a show
Ain’t’ fucking no dirty hoes
No I ain’t broke no more
My mama don’t live in the hood no more
I ain’t in the hood no more
I barely pop out in the hood no more
And the henny ain’t worth it no more
Nah I ain’t working no more
I ain’t tryna blow 30s no more
You can’t see me in person no more
I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more
Yeah, I ain’t just Lil Herbie no more
A lot of shit ain’t worth it no more
Can’t see me in person no more
Nah I ain’t working no more
Them lil disses ain’t working no more
You lil niggas ain’t worth it no more

G Herbo, back on my old shit man
You know I’m still on some new shit
You know I’m bossed up, embracing all my power
But I’m back on my old shit man, I don’t give a fuck
Bout none of that shit niggas talkin’ bout
We still on gangsta shit, we still seeing niggas
In public, in the club, smacking the shit out niggas
Hittin’ niggas with bottles, pistol-whipping niggas
All that gangsta shit, with all this ice on
All these VV’s on, Rollies on, all that nigga
We got 30’s on us, Glocks, FN’s, all that shit, you know
Still dropping 4 Minutes Of Hell on you fuck niggas
This part 5 right here, in case you didn’t know
You know what I’m saying, free all my niggas
R.I.P. my niggas man, I’m in the studio right now
Got my big bro in here, Sizzle, with me, top in here
You know, brazy, Big B’s, you know, G-Squeak
In this bitch, uh huh… for real, and we got more guns
Than us… for real, for real, for real, for real, for real….
Them bitches ain’t never touching Instagram
Nothin, none of that, never seeing Instagram
Snapchat, none of that silly ass shit you niggas
Doing, cuz we out here for real (bitch)…


MIKE WILL MADE IT – Gucci On My lyrics


Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom
Mike WiLL Made-It

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

Offset! Ayy!
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like caw-caw

Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga


Mike WiLL Made It – Gucci On My (feat. 21 Savage, YG & Migos)


[Intro: 21 Savage]
Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom

Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 1: 21 Savage (YG)]
Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

[Chorus: 21 Savage (YG)]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (I’m drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 2: YG (21 Savage, Kamaiyah)]
G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shhhh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s skin clear, YG got the raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
The FN, FN fuck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head

[Chorus: 21 Savage (Quavo)]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
50 thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (100)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew!)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop (rah)
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

[Verse 5: Offset]
Offset! Ayy
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and then she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt
I remember you used to be good on me
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thotties
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
You know we on top, it is no tie
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà
Yes I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
I’m shittin’ on niggas like ca-ca

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Outro]
Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga