Tag: Lil Rece


Daboii – Not Bout It Lyrics


[Intro]
Lil’ Rece produced it
Lil’ Rece produced it

[Verse]
Let a nigga play wit’ me it’s gon’ get tragic
I’m making niggas disappear like boom and think it’s magic (Boom)
Don’t rap about no foreign if you ain’t had it (Bitch)
Tell the opps to come shoot back bro need a challenge
When you getting money, ain’t had shit it’s hard to manage
Put your loaf up next to mine and get embarrassed
If you ain’t talking ’bout no bands I’m speaking Spanish
I’m tryna hit the other side and do some damage
Shoot it at the crowd and get to scrambling
Just touched down in LA I need some grub I hit Wi Jammin
Don’t make me bring out all this ice and get to dancing
And if I told you that I loved you I was scammin’
When I get high up I forget about my past
I’m doubling back up out the house if I forgot about my strap
And I need my shit in cash tryna forget about them taxes
I been ready for whatever, we can really get it cracking
Hol’ on somebody need to take the mic from me this nigga gassing
You want problems wit’ DaBoii? Then you’ll be getting what you’re asking
Bet y’all mama’s copped strap after she close you niggas casket

Just got ten for one show and I just stuffed it in the mattress
Niggas see the place I’m in get ’round tryna learn my tactics
Nigga only in your dreams the only time you catch me lackin’
Woke up feeling high like Haiti Babii, I’m a dragon
When I’m shooting at my target I just hope it’s in the basket
If I knew what happened I still wouldn’t know what happened
Nigga even when I’m rapping I ain’t even really rapping
Mama said that I’m a foo’ ’cause I spent three up on one jacket
I just rolled up some Peach Cobbler now a skit and can’t stop laughin’
Sorry for the wait but I ain’t sorry for Ms. Jackson
If he a outta towner then you know I gotta tax him
If not rob him
Call out wolf then yousa mark, niggas not goblins
So take your p*ssy ass to church niggas not ’bout it, bitch

[Outro]
Yeah, niggas not ’bout it
Take your p*ssy ass to church niggas not ’bout it, bitch
Ah niggas not ’bout it, bitch
Take your p*ssy ass to church cause you not ’bout it, bitch
What you ’bout? Nun
Nigga what ‘you bout? Nun
Hating need to stop cousin
Ayy lil’ nigga need to stop frontin’ bitch
Bitch
Bitch


Kid Ink – High Signin’ (feat. Jay 305, Ad, & Jay Ant)


[Intro]
Lil Rece produced it, Lil Rece produced it

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I swear all the shit I gotta face now
A nigga shine, get the shades out
You know how my eyes look when the haze out
I’m just trying with the fakes out
Reporting from the west-side
Bat-gang got it tatted by my left-side
Know you couldn’t fuck with me on your best night
Now watch me screw these niggas like its test time
Hold up, flex on these niggas , hold up
Put the city on my shoulder
Came up from the noodles
Know they thought we’d be losers

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

[Verse 2: Jay 205]
Just moved the whole thang
On the west side, niggas gangbang
Icy fresh, high signin’
Bust down, looking like lightning
Call the friends, got diamonds
Feeling like baby big tyming
But it take a lot of grinding
Project baby private flying
Made it out the jungle, I’m a lion
Y’all selling bullshit, I ain’t buying
You should sell cocaine
Now a nigga rich off the rap game

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make

[Verse 3: AD]
Look, was a top ramen nigga, now its [??] on the regular
She used to call me, now she blowing up my cellular
[??] tried to play me, now I’m twenty steps ahead of ’em
Still independent, we just laughing at competitors
Worry ’bout a deal? We just ’bout these [??]
I get it every time I shoot ’em, Steph Curry off the pill
If she tripping get the [??], we don’t tolerate complaining
I told my nigga [??] Fuck these niggas if they hating (Uh)
Keep on shining, we gon end up with the [??]
Hide your baby daddy, fuck I think he need a [??]
A little here [??] hit ’em with the python, wait a minute

[Hook: Jay Ant]x2
Yeah, keep on shinin
Yeah, keep on shinin
Keep, keep on gridin
Keep keep on gridin
Yeah, high sign, high sign, high signin

[Bridge: Jay Ant]
Yeah, the more money that I make, the more these niggas hate
More money that I make, more hoes I gotta shake
More money that I make