Tag: Herschel Walker


Rich Homie Quan – 34


[Intro]
30, you a fool for this one

[Chorus]
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
We been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
You work at Lids, puttin’ shit on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’ (talk your shit, Rich Homie)

[Verse 1]
Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I hopped out clean)
Tried to rob me, you got killed, now was it worth it? (fa-fa-fa-fa)
Might buy that Maybach, I grew up without no curtains (might buy that six-three, nigga)
And when I get it, I’ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose (ayy, ayy)
You can’t tell a nigga like me shit (nah)
I ain’t have it all when I was little (nope)
Sixteen years old, drinkin’ liquor (what?)
I ain’t never ever touched a beer (ha)
I ain’t never ever touch a mill’ (never)
Till I stayed down and start rappin’ (I stayed down, nigga)
Then I turned my dreams into reality (that right too), I rode that

[Chorus]
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
We been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
You work at Lids, puttin’ shit on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’

[Verse 2]
We were growin’ up, fightin’ when we were kids (yeah)
Remember some nights where we ain’t eat? (ayy)
I was Holyfield, hustlin’ in the trap (truth)
They was Mike Tyson, bitin’ on the kid (ayy, Mike)
I remember tryin’ to get rich (hey)
Smokin’ two for fives of the mid (woo)
Never had nothing growin’ up (nah)
Nigga, don’t be surprised when I get it (ayy)
Where were you when I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so broke, I needed fix (yup)
Reminiscin’ ’bout me growin’ up
You know I hate to talk about this shit (I do)
Load the ten and walked up out the bitch (ten)
Stripper fame, tryin’ to see who gettin’ it (ha)
Walkin’ around with that thang on me
And you know I got my license for this bitch (Rich Homie, baby)

[Chorus]
Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants saggin’, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap is bunkin’ and we makin’ money, see that open door
We been gettin’ it, we been goin’ hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin’, way too many cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my drawers and yeah, it’s automatic
You work at Lids, puttin’ shit on your kids, go’n with all that cappin’


RiFF RAFF – Test Drive Lyrics


[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
It’s the tan Peter Pan, pecan sedan
Butterscotch boss, butterscotch Vans
Watch me spend them grands, watch me run up them bands
Bright wristlet, left blank disc
Reveal what she missed, pour a six in my Sunkist
Now watch me pass the time, Rolex with lemon-lime
Lemon pepper, lemon garlic table salt
Drop the top smoking Lamborghini leg lock
I made a hundred grand today, and it wasn’t even payday
Salmon serpent soup, now I’m Babe Ruth
I used to hoop, with crushed jewels on my tooth

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
It feels good riding ’round like it’s a test drive
It feels good rolling up the weed to get high
It feels good hanging out with the gang all night
It feels good knowing that everything’s all right
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good

[Verse 2: RiFF RAFF]
On Versace walkie-talkies, in the Oval Office
Dust my shoes off like Dustin Hoffman
Jumped off the Buick like Bon Jovi
Codeine in my coffee, keep these haters off me
Them grands I spend often, higher than a flying saucer
Look who it is, the butterscotch Herschel Walker
When it rained on Biscayne, codeine tears on window pane
40 days 40 nights, wall clean, Oreo cream soda
Syrup in my soda keeps the chip off my shoulder
Every year I get older, my wrist get colder
My chain keeps changing weather, it’s bipolar
JODY HiGHROLLER

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
It feels good riding ’round like it’s a test drive
It feels good rolling up the weed to get high
It feels good hanging out with the gang all night
It feels good knowing that everything’s all right
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good


RiFF RaFF – Test Drive (feat. Wiz Khalifa)


[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
It’s the tan Peter Pan, pecan sedan
Butterscotch boss, butterscotch Vans
Watch me spend them grands, watch me run up them bands
Bright wristlet, left blank disc
Reveal what she missed, pour a six in my Sunkist
Now watch me pass the time, Rolex with lemon-lime
Lemon pepper, lemon garlic table salt
Drop the top smoking Lamborghini leg lock
I made a hundred grand today, and it wasn’t even payday
Salmon serpent soup, now I’m Babe Ruth
I used to hoop, with crushed jewels on my tooth

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
It feels good riding ’round like it’s a test drive
It feels good rolling up the weed to get high
It feels good hanging out with the gang all night
It feels good knowing that everything’s all right
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good

[Verse 2: RiFF RAFF]
On Versace walkie-talkies, in the Oval Office
Dust my shoes off like Dustin Hoffman
Jumped off the Buick like Bon Jovi
Codeine in my coffee, keep these haters off me
Them grands I spend often, higher than a flying saucer
Look who it is, the butterscotch Herschel Walker
When it rained on Biscayne, codeine tears on window pane
40 days 40 nights, wall clean, Oreo cream soda
Syrup in my soda keeps the chip off my shoulder
Every year I get older, my wrist get colder
My chain keeps changing weather, it’s bipolar
JODY HiGHROLLER

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
It feels good riding ’round like it’s a test drive
It feels good rolling up the weed to get high
It feels good hanging out with the gang all night
It feels good knowing that everything’s all right
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good
It feels good, good, good