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Machine Gun Kelly – GTS lyrics




Huh, huh, huh, huh
Ayy

I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’ to me, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough

Ay, here’s a story, ’bout the time that I smoked
Everything in my inventory, for the glory
And the fact my past is gory, the boy met world like Cory (ay)
Real life, hit like Beckham, shitstorm looked like Maury
The boy lost like Dory, only one way that I’m performing (aye)
Pour it up, pour it up
Keep it coming, I need more of them
Pour it up, pour it up
Keep it coming ’til I’m throwing up
I don’t even go in public, without feeling like I should be on a substance
I’m in my room like a recluse
Look what the fuck you people made me do?

I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’ to me, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough

Okay, okay, wait, feel like Kevin Gates
Kick that ahh right in the face
Kick that shit like Johnny Cage
Stick this dick in your rib cage
Cleveland where the fuckin’ rage
Spit that shit that make you rage
I did acid everyday
I ain’t never been the same
Who the fuck, who the fuck stupid enough to think they can do something to us?
Tell me (who?)
Who the fuck, who the fuck, crazy enough to think they can light stadiums up like (you)
I just wanna know why every time I drop an album they be sleeping and I’m waking them up like (ooh)
Who the fuck, who fuck don’t respect?
You better be paying it up (ooh)

I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’ to me, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough
I ain’t taking calls, I be going through shit (going through shit)
I don’t speak at all, I be going through shit
Don’t say nothin’, to me I be going through shit (going through shit)
I’ve been through so much that what I took is not enough

Going through shit
Going through shit




Hip Hop Twitter Reacts To Kevin Gates Release From Prison




Kevin Gates is now a free man and the hip hop Twitter community is reacting.

The Baton Rouge rapper was released from prison on Wednesday morning in Illinois after serving 9 months in jail. He was originally sentenced to 30-months for a gun charge, so he was released on parole which carries some conditions like mandatory supervision and cannot be in possession of any firearm, at least until his probation ends. More details about his parole will be coming so check back with Dancehallhiphop.com regularly.

Last year he served six months in jail in Florida for an assault charge but upon his release, he was extradited to Illinois for the pending weapons charge. In that case, a warrant was out for his arrest, but this time there are no outstanding warrants, at least none that we are aware of. Kevin Gates has already made his first post on Instagram which has already racked up close to half a million likes within a few hours. “I’m Him,” he wrote in front a blacked out background.

Hip hop Twitter has been celebrating his release from prison all day. “Kevin Gates got 180 days in jail for kicking a fan who kept grabbing him, he tried to use the Florida’s Stand Your Ground law, but was denied. George Zimmerman followed and murdered an innocent 17 year old Trayvon Martin and was allowed to use the law. Trust me I understand,” one fan wrote on Twitter.

Not all fans were happy about his release from prison. There were some trolls who were just hell-bent on making their voices heard. “Please keep Kevin Gates and that trash music locked up in prison where it belong,” one fan tweeted.

Kevin Gates got 180 days in jail for kicking a fan who kept grabbing him, he tried to use the Florida's Stand Your Ground law, but was denied. George Zimmerman followed and murdered an innocent 17 year old Trayvon Martin and was allowed to use the law. Trust me I understand… pic.twitter.com/ztTA51hoCi

— Heel Turn Haden (@_TheSonOfMars_) January 10, 2018

That Boi Kevin Gates Free #BWA pic.twitter.com/2CYuYd20CQ

— COOL AL ?? (@SoCoolAl) January 10, 2018

Kevin Gates just got out of prison and I’m already waiting on his next song

— luisa (@itsluisagibson) January 10, 2018

Y'all really think Kevin Gates gon drop a track today huh? lol let that man be with his family

— Tentz (@Tentz__) January 10, 2018

Kevin Gates out I just hope yall dont stop supporting his music like yall did Boosie and Gucci when they got out ????????

— Dat Boi Jay (@cajunboijay) January 10, 2018

I knw Kevin Gates finn drop tht FIRE!

— $ (@Jstlivinbbyy) January 10, 2018

Kevin Gates slander will get you unfollowed wit the quickness ??? omm

— kurve$tir (@Reneeebad) January 10, 2018

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Kevin Gates Is Back To Making Music First Video Of Rapper Surface


Kevin Gates is back home and already he is working on some new music.

The number one rule for rappers getting out of prison is to strike while the iron is hot. Kevin Gates has been trending on Twitter since his release from prison on Wednesday so what better time to drop some new music. Akademiks posted a video showing the Baton Rouge rapper at his home with some friends listening to some unreleased music.

Kevin Gates also posted a simple message for his fans on Instagram saying, “I’m him.” His fans on Twitter have been celebrating his return home but it’s still not clear when we will get some new music. Gates was sentenced to 30 months in prison for a gun charge in Illinois last year but only served 9 before he was released on parole. As a condition of his probation, he cannot be in possession of any firearm and music be supervised at all times.

At the very least we can expect an album from the Louisiana rapper this year now that he is free to hit the studio.

#kevingates officially out of prison and back home.

A post shared by DJ Akademiks (@akadmiks) on Jan 10, 2018 at 2:28pm PST

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Bhad Bhabie – Both Of Em Lyrics


[Chorus]
Hear ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em

[Verse 1]
From the corner to fame and fortune
Yeah, I see both of em
Tallahassee and Calabasas
Got cribs in both of em
Did this shit all on my own so
I don’t owe nothing
Call Rihanna and Ariana
Yeah, I know both of em
Got two phones like I’m Kevin Gates
I give bitches both numbers
Just like Buddens and Charlemagnes
No one cares ’bout both of em
It’s a hundred degrees out on my wrist
It’s a cold summer
It’s a hundred degrees out on my wrist
It’s a cold summer

[Chorus]
Hear ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em
Both of em, both
Both of em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em

[Verse 2]
Chevy candy coated
And the matte floorin’
Lil baby, cherry red and the other golden
Everybody on my Gram since I went public
Don’t be callin’ me fam
No we not cousins
Find her with my body guard
No I don’t tote nothing
I ain’t snitchin’ to the troll
No, I don’t know nothin’
Took the number one spot
They act like I done stole something
Ugly and you washed up
Yeah, bitch, you both of em
(Bitch, you both of em)

[Chorus]
Hear ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em
Both of em, both
Both of em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em


Bhad Bhabie – Both Of Em


[Chorus]
Here ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em

[Verse 1]
From the corner to fame and fortune
Yeah, I see both of em
Tallahassee and Calabasas
Got cribs in both of em
Did this shit all on my own so
I don’t owe nothing
Call Rihanna and Ariana
Yeah, I know both of em
Got two phones like I’m Kevin Gates
I give bitches both numbers
Just like Buddens and Charlemagnes
No one cares ’bout both of em
It’s a hundred degrees out on my wrist
It’s a cold summer
It’s a hundred degrees out on my wrist
It’s a cold summer

[Chorus]
Here ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em
Both of em, both
Both of em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em

[Verse 2]
Chevy candy coated
And the matte floorin’
Lil baby, cherry red and the other golden
Everybody on my Gram since I went public
Don’t be callin’ me fam
No we not cousins
Find her with my body guard
No I don’t [?]
I ain’t snitchin’ to the troll
No, I don’t know nothin’
Took the number one spot
They act like I done stole something
Ugly and you washed up
Yeah, bitch you both of em
(Bitch you both of em)

[Chorus]
Here ’em talking shit
I take both of ’em
Your exes on my dick
I take both of ’em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em
Both of em, both
Both of em
Bentley truck, Panamera
I own both of ’em
Young and rich in the mirror
I see both of ’em


Kevin Gates To Be Release From Prison On Parole Next Week


Kevin Gates will walk free from prison next week Wednesday.

The Baton Rouge MC will be released on parole after serving 9 months of his 30-month sentence for a felony gun possession charge. The rapper pleaded guilty to the charge in Cook County, Illinois last year April and was sent to prison for two and a half years. The charge usually carries a maximum sentence of ten years behind bars. This is good news for Gates, who has been in the slammer even before this latest prison term.

Kevin Gates served six months in jail in Florida for an unrelated crime right before serving time in Illinois. He was sentenced to serve half a year behind bars for kicking a female fan at a concert in Florida. The entire thing was caught on camera and posted online. After serving that term, he was extradited to Illinois for an old gun charge.

Gates will be released on January 10th on parole and will be on mandatory supervision and will not be allowed to be in possession of any firearm. Seems this time he will be released from prison for real since there are no outstanding warrants out for his arrest unlike last year.

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Meek Mill – We Ball (feat. Young Thug)


[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah!
RIP Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
All the fallen soldiers
Scooter, Truce

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
In the casket he ain’t even have no blood in him
Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
Ain’t got no patience for these motherfuckin’ fuck niggas
I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
But now they all bustin’ U-ies its gon’ cost ’em
I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
Killed his only big brother and we lost him
So I’ma hold it down ’til we all win
We’ve been at the clearport ballin’
I just want to see my niggas flossin’
Hundred bands everytime I walk in
If you keep it trill you’ll get a blessing for it
Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
My mama, she can’t sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
Cause this the type of money’ll get your lined up

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
And I can’t trust nobody
They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
They said that they would ride or die but ain’t nobody roll ’bout it
Three felonies, ain’t graduate, no I am not your role model
I hope the Lord got us

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
Man I must’ve threw up everything I ever ate
Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
Kicking shit with all these bitches like he’s Kevin Gates
Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
Young rich nigga and I’m built Ford Tough
And I’m going through stuff
I don’t feel no love
And I shake your body and you still wake up
Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
The feds watching and they still might come, I’m gone
I wan’ see my brother with the Patek not the static
Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
I don’t see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn’t balance it
You can’t question God, yeah yeah, or any of these challenges
Sipping on this Actavis, I swear I gotta manage it
SRT the challengers
Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
And I’m leaning like a project banister
I’m a boss, I ain’t never need a manager, got freaks, we ball scandalous, ayy

[Outro: Young Thug]
Fuck it, we ball, yeah
All the soldiers we lost, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
For all the soldiers we lost
Shawty on percocets in the bag (all the soldiers we lost)
Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag (all the soldiers we lost)
She just got a nose job and it wasn’t that bad (fuck it, we ball)
I was juggin’ round the city, I came back
Fuck it, we ball
Yeah, fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, yeah
Fuck it, we ball
Tear down the mall, ayy


Charli XCX – Lipgloss (Remix) Lyrics


[Intro: Charli XCX]
Eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh-XCX Charli

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Verse 1: CupcakKe]
When we have sex, f-fuck me like you obsessed
Servin’ you pussy for your lunch, so let me wear a hairnet (ahh)
Freaky lil’ bitch when I’m out with Charli
Yeah, we keep more eyes on us than the show iCarly (we do)
Bad bitch, make the way you can’t get over me
Yo ass a pussy, I’m above it like a ovary (bad bitch)
I’m talkin’ everyday, you gon’ wanna hit on this
So sticky, Winnie The Pooh ain’t got shit on this (nope)
Come get you a sample, lick between the camel
Pussy taste sweet ’cause I ate my pineapple (whoop)
Light a couple candles, prove you could handle
Pussy gooey like yolk before the egg scrambled (mmm)
Never trust a man who wear briefs (briefs)
‘Cause he gon’ wanna fuck and keep it brief (brief)
Call again when you need somethin’ to eat (eat)
So I could open my legs, bon appétit, let’s get it

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Verse 2: CupcakKe]
More flavor than Flavor Flav, my pussy is very brave
Give head like a genius, you could grade it the letter A (yeah)
Been fuckin’ since yesterday, still ’bout to escalate
Do jumpin’ jacks on that dick, I don’t get tired like Kevin Gates (mmm)
Go ahead, wash your face, got it sticky like paste
Hand-cuffed, wearin’ lace, yeah, that’s how I catch a case (ahh ahh)
Want another taste, you can meet me at Chase (Chase)
Or catch me outside, I ain’t comin’ to your place
Eatin’ all these sweets, fuck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin’ me from the back, but not talkin’ ’bout a battery
Let’s bring a hundred girls to the room, what’s your capacity?
Eatin’ all these sweets, fuck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin’ me from the back, but not talkin’ ’bout a battery
Let’s bring a hundred girls to the room, what’s your capacity?

[Verse 3: Brooke Candy]
Brooke Candy
All sticky down south, make it drip drop
I’m a hot shake when I strip off
[?] make you do the crip walk
Got a lip kit, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the lipgloss (uh)
CupcakKe down for the three way
Pump a video when I got it on replay
Can you make that ass go low?
Bring it right back real slow, uh
I’m licking that cake off my face
He ask me can I put my brace?
I know that you love how it tastes
So, bitch get me back that clean cut, yeah, yeah
They say I’m a slut, that’s a compliment
And stealin’ yo’ girl’s an accomplishment
Take a boy, two at a time
I’m gon’ make [?]
Yo Charli get on this shit

[Refrain: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)

[Chorus: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Outro: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
It’s Charli (Charli)
It’s Charli, baby (ahh)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Hey, yeah
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
CupcakKe (Bad, bitch)
It’s Charli (Charli)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli, baby
It’s Charli, baby
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Hey, CupcakKe
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli, it’s Charli
It’s Charli (Eh-eh-XCX)
It’s Charli, baby


Kevin Gates Mixtape “By Any Means 2” (Stream & Download)


Kevin Gates new mixtape “By Any Means 2” is now available for stream and download on iTunes/Apple Music and Spotify.

The project is the sequel to the first installment in the mixtape series which was released in 2014. “By Any Means 2” comes with 14 hard hitting tracks PnB Rock being the only guest artist on the mixtape. Rock is featured on the previously released single “Beautiful Scars” which has met rave reviews among hip hop fans. Another single “What If” was also released last month and is getting a lot of attention.

The incarcerated Baton Rouge rapper’s wife, Dreka Gates, confirmed recently that she was the one who put the mixtape together for her husband’s fans while he serves his two and a half years sentence in prison. Earlier this month, Kevin Gates posted a lengthy statement on Instagram thanking his fans for their support while he serves time behind bars. There were some talks that the mixtape was delayed due to production problems but turns out that those were worked out quickly to get the album released on the original released date September 21st.

In April, Kevin Gates was sentenced to 30 months in a Illinois prison for a gun case. Before that he served six months in jail in Florida for assaulting a female fan.

You can stream and download Kevin Gates new mixtape “By Any Means 2” on iTunes/Apple Music below.


Lil Durk – Mood Im In (feat. Yfn Lucci) (Love Songs For The Streets Album)


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Six of Hi tech in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
Me and bro ‘nem too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD off the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
Yea yea


Vee Tha Rula – Smoke


[Hook]
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke

[Verse 1]
Break it down, roll it up, load the pist, burn it up
Night life for a weapon, tires screeching, turn it up
On this gin and tonic, where the chronic, roll the ganja up
Hide the marijuana from my momma in the closet-uhn
Early mornings, late nights, chasin’ money, say somethin’
Kevin Gates, two phones, iPhone, Samsung
Talkin’ to my nigga on the phone and tell him "hang on"
I’ma grab these trophies, take them back to where I came from
Yeah, large king, large Jay
Lost my grandpa one day
It’s like a large Tinashe the next day
Man I’m so blown, I be gettin’ so high, smokin’ all day
Yeah I’m smokin all waaay

[Hook]
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke

[Verse 2]
If I lose all this money
And I lose all the honeys
Long as I can smoke
I won’t want for nothin’
I just lost my nigga
He was walkin’, took a stray
My bitch was slapped today
I was down, but the smokin’ lift away
Way up to the sky now, I can see God face
Rockstar with the jeans on, get that beat bomb mayne
Versace glasses, I’m hot boxin’, you can even see my eyes
Feel different with a real nigga, I can help you realize
Yeah, flip on you like a spatula
Five pounds in the Acura
Big blood nigga Dracula
Two middle fingers up to the mothafuckas comin’ my way
Said "I’m smokin all daaay"

[Hook]
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
Almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke

You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
Almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
We almost there, we in our zone
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke
You know I like to smoke


Lil Durk – Mood I’m In Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea


Lil Durk – Mood I’m In (feat. YFN Lucci)


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, the type of mood I’m in, I’m on some fly shit
You know what I’m sayin’?
I feel like pourin’ up a pint, I’ma pour it up you know?
Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Perky in my system I’mma vomit
Trap goin’ crazy and they know I’m the hottest
Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
Sixty high tec in my cup never wash it (yeah)
Tell them niggas (pay up)
They be for the first day of school I used to stay up
Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J’s up
Shot my nigga Boonie he ain’t want give his J’s up
I’ve been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
(?) too related, never been a groupie hater
Think I’m Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it’s a zoovie baby
The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon’ sue me baby
(Let’s get it!)

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Walk around with yo’ car on my neck
Nigga playin’ we gon’ get his ass wacked
No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
Go get the money we was raised like that
Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
And Step comin’ home but he can’t get them years back yea
Just got a .30 totin’ standing all day
I got another .30 for ya when I get back
Oh Lord knows that I’m traumatized, the look in my eyes
Lord knows we gon’ terrorize every one of you guys
Oh Lord knows we don’t never, we don’t never put you on the news get you televised now you worldwide

[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
I might pour a pint, that’s the mood I’m in
I might fuck yo’ bitch, that’s the mood I’m in
Might post up in the trap, that’s the mood I’m in
OD with the percs, that’s the mood I’m in
I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
I might just go Cartier for the rest of the year
Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 gram for the belt
Yea yea


Lil Bibby feat. Kevin Gates, DeJ Loaf & Lil Durk – You Ain’t Gang (Remix) Lyrics


(Intro – Lil Bibby)
Hey
Why they hating on a younging?
Said why they hating on a younging?

(Chorus – Lil Bibby)
Ni**a you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, ni**a you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Ni**a you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

(Verse 1 – Lil Bibby)
Bitch I’m an OG, but I’m quick to pull it like a younging
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bi**h I’m drumming
I was thugging on the corner with my ni**as, came from nothing
F**k these bi**hes, I don’t trust em, I’m a dog, f**k her cousin
They like, Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block s**t?
Get you shot quick round them ni**as I don’t rock with
I seen ni**as turned Christian when they feel that hot s**t
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch s**t
Give a f**k if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids, I’m a demon, I’ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I will not tell like I’m Vondell

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – Lil Durk)
Why you floss, pu**y you ain’t squad, pu**y you ain’t hard
Catch a charge bi**h I’m like a God, Vernie pulled his car
Cracking calls, boy I’d get you robbed, 100 thousand law
Think I’m smart get that baby lost, like my lean dart
ATL, pull up we in dark heard you was a cop, you a opp
Flexing boy don’t start dracos in the car
Me I’m Durk, city hate me worst think they hate me first, it’s a curse
Now it’s me and DeJ, 40 in the purse pussy try us
Yo IG a liar got the streets on light
2 times, say it 2 times bi**h I am a fire
Plain Jane, f**king with the town call em Mary Jane
Street ni**a yeah we gang gang let the chain hang Gang!

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – DeJ Loaf)
Who’s cuz came with em?
Who’s blood came with em?
Seen them ni**as right there, them thugs right there
Go head I’d dare ya
All that talking don’t scare me
We ain’t ask you no questions
Cause we don’t need no answers
Them niggas saucing for real
I’m getting dope for real
This bi**h she bad
This boss for real
We know you talk for real can’t hang with me and my double rings
What they gon with us
Ni**as ain’t fooling us
Choppa with the clip tell me who to bust
Close the door, pull up and ring the doorbell
It’s a full mink, not a Montclair
You a f**king worm and I’m a boss player

(Verse 4 – Kevin Gates)
We don’t run, I’m in charge
Cooked this sauce, selling hard
Went to jail I got off
You was scared to walk the yard
On a big stand on all tens
Caught me drinking
Iron power push a lot of weight
Naw hah you had thought
Breaking down a whole thang ain’t got to stretch it any questions
Ball faze bought for all the Js and I’m bout to bless em
Female entertainers wanna f**k with gangsta, you ain’t special
No karate thord kick spent the TEC with the suppressor
Bread when I’m Mafia stiffing up all Benz
Slide polo road swag I’m making bags with a business
Action passing extension and they acting as a convinct
John Gotti body go in body bag he can zip
Tellscope go on top of the rifle they think I’m trifling
Put ballfield cleats go to locking in like arthritis
Pu**y s**t uninvited how wrong for no invitements
Twisting….on landlords
60 racks slipped, bullshit in the backyard

(Outro – Lil Bibby)
You can’t hang, ni**a, ni**a, you ain’t gang
You can’t hang, hang
You already know, man
Boss gang s**t
Gang