Tag: MAC


BlocBoy JB – Prod By BlocBoy Lyrics




[Intro]
Hah, hah, check it (word)
Hah hah hah (yeah yeah yeah), check it
(Yeah, yeah) hah, hah (yeah yeah yeah)
Hah (Bloc), hah (whoa), hah (word)

[Verse]
These niggas after me
I got them shooters on balconies
I’m gettin’ head from a bitch and she Japanese (word)
Niggas they talkin’, I’m loadin’ and clappin’ these
Loadin’ and clappin’ these pistols (pistols)
You are not an automatic hitter (a hitter)
Really you an automatic misser
Fuck it, I’ma automatic get you (huh?)
Smack a nigga ass with the pistol (pistol)
Pop a nigga ass like a pimple (a pimple)
Store-store-store run, get the gun (store run)
Up the Tommy, take his funds (he gone)
Take the hundreds leave the ones
For the strippers nigga (for the strippers)
I got an SK with a shank, that’s the tipper nigga (that’s the tipper)
Beat a nigga, sweep a nigga
We don’t need them niggas (fuck ’em)
I don’t think you niggas ’bout nothin’ (word)
When I see you in the street (huh?), you ain’t even got a gun
Askin’ niggas for money (word), nigga you ain’t got no funds
You know I do it B-I-G, you can call me Big Pun (yeah yeah yeah)
But I don’t smoke no pom-poms
Run up, get done up (word)
My clip is so heavy, I can’t hold my arm up (my arm up)
Y’all niggas faker than warmups (warmups)
I got the bread like a farmer (I-I-I-I)
Shoot like I’m Mario Chalmers (Chalmers)
Workin’ my wrist, fuck my arm up (fuck my arm up)
I feel like Nash on the Suns, Mario chasin’ them corn
You dancin’, we pull up with guns, I’m 700, you done (Crip, Crip)
Got my hitters in the front like a radiator
Using big words so you know they annihilate you
I’m in her mouth like Now & Laters, bitch I got all flavors
Bring that shit back, no turntable
Multiply that like times tables
We ain’t got time for that
If you really want a crease, use the iron for that
Now a nigga need a piece of his spinal back
In a line of MAC’s
Ke-ke-keep that, keep that iron for that
If it’s an altercation, nigga we use nines for that
We don’t do conversations, baby we don’t got time for that
We ain’t got time for that, we ain’t got time for that

[Outro]
(Hey, wait)
We gon’ do the ad-libs
(Hey, wait)
Tay, told ’em go’n do the ad-libs
Klay, I got your bitch callin’ me a, bae
And I really don’t know what to, say
I want her head like some motherfuckin’ braids
And you know I’m finna, ayy, ayy, ayy
And I made this beat, ayy
Got your bitch and she in the sheets, ayy
And we turnt up in the studio
Track nation, yeah we live in this fuckin’ ho
I got your bitch, she tryna book me for a fuckin’ show
She gon’ make you pay for it, and you already know
Bitch, I’m live
Like Channel Five
I just put ’bout a three five
In a blunt, now I’m so fuckin’ high
To the sky though
Nigga askin’ me these questions, I’m like why though?
And my niggas got that money standing five four
My money standing six four, I’m in a six four with the loads
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, bitch




6ix9ine – Wish You Never Done That Lyrics




[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat

[Verse]
Wish I could bring Pun back
Blaow, nigga, run that
Tear that lil’ body, yeah we gon’ let these hoes out
Shocka bring stacks back, Kyle let the MAC clap
Tell they feet pick up, yeah, ’bout to give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, bring me the beams
Made em scream when a nigga fell
Shootout with the law, all the Mark forces in jail
Niggas say they love me
But I can see it in these niggas’ eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need the company, they smiling when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’ them shots I’m like “go out”
40 snitches, 40 snitches, that man’s a no-tell
Digging ditches, 40 niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive by, leave him in the street, nigga road-kill
HBA, gold front, let me guess, so trill?
Nigga this New York
Make the wrong move and the goon let twos spark
So work hard and move salt

[Verse]
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat
Wish you never done that, I come back
Wish you never plugged that, I bust back
Wish you never wore that, so run that
Wish I could bring South back, I love Stat


Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip (feat. Moneybagg Yo)


[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the [?]
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)


Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip Lyrics


[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)


Trill Sammy – Don’t Mean It


[Intro]
I know she don’t
I know she don’t mean it, no
I know she don’t mean it, oh
I know she don’t
I know she don’t
I know she don’t
Yeah, I know she don’t
Your bitch she suck up the semen
I’m smoking dope with the demons
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning
She said she love me I know she don’t mean it
No you don’t, I know you don’t
I know she don’t mean it
I know you don’t, yeah

[Chorus]
Your bitch she suck up the semen (suck up the semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
Your bitch she suck up the semen (she suck up the semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini

[Verse]
All of these racks made a nigga conceited (conceited)
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh (ooh)
All of these racks and I know that you see it (racks, racks)
I want the top, yeah the head like a beanie (I want the top)
Ice on my wrist got me feeling anemic (ice on my wrist)
I make the racks and go spend it at Neimans
In love with the drank ’cause a nigga be fiendin’ (in love with the drank)
Hit her from the back and I left her screaming
I know you don’t mean it (I know you don’t)
So I choose the lean over you (I choose the lean over you)
I know you don’t mean it (yeah)
My niggas pull up to shoot (brrt)
Fuck on that bitch, call her boo (boo)
I was that nigga in school (ooh)
Breaking all the rules, pocket full of blues, ooh
Then I took her to the booth
Got bitches gettin’ loose, ’cause a nigga got the juice, yeah
Cut that bitch off, it wadn’t working (working)
I’ma pull up if it’s worth it (ooh)
Backwood, it’s full of the Earth (you dig)
She just want molly, no percs (no percs)
I count that cash ’til it hurt (it hurts)
Boy don’t end up in the hearse
She hold the MAC in her purse (brrt)
And no I ain’t talking ’bout makeup

[Chorus]
Your bitch she suck up the semen (suck up the semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
Your bitch she suck up the semen (she suck up the semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini

[Outro]
Your bitch she suck up the semen (semen)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (gas)
Pour up a gas ’til I’m leaning (ooh)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (huh?)
No you don’t
I know you don’t (I know she don’t mean it)
I know you don’t (I know she don’t mean it)
I know you don’t


Soulja Boy – Balenciaga Backpack Lyrics


[Hook]
Damn, he got bricks in the backpack
Run up on gang, man you know I’ma clap that
Versace couch where he put that strap at
Porsche Panamera, ridin’ round where the racks at
On my lap where I keep the MAC at
Bust down Rolex, got me on Snapchat
Ridin’ round town with the bricks in my backpack
Hunnid bricks in Balenciaga backpack
Balenciaga backpack

[Verse]
Swervin’ the foreign, I pull to the trap in another whip
I got hunnid racks on me nigga, ain’t no matchin’ that
In the back seat, that’s a strap on top another strap
Hop out that bitch with a hunnid racks
Jump out the coupe and I swerve that shit just like a stolen whip
Money Gang, I feel like the President
In a helicopter with 250 bricks
On a private jet I’m state-to-state
Movin’ with bricks, touch down in quick trip with that strap on my hip
Run up on gang you gon get hit with hollow tip
I’m heavily trappin’ I guess that’s why she on my dick
Hop out that bitch it’s another foreign whip
First opportunity, did it to get rich
Fell in love with my Draco extended clip
Red bottoms on the bottom of my jean, drip

[Hook]
He got bricks in the backpack
Run up on gang, man you know I’ma clap that
Versace couch where he put that strap at
Porsche Panamera, ridin’ round where the racks at
On my lap where I keep the MAC at
Bust down Rolex, got me on Snapchat
Ridin’ round town with the bricks in my backpack
Hunnid bricks in Balenciaga backpack


Famous Dex – Blue Chips (feat. Rich The Kid)


[Intro]
30 you a fool for this one
Ayy, ayy
Mike Dean you can’t do this to them man

[Chorus]
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
My whip is white like Cool Whip
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m running around with two chicken strips
I’m so up (I’m so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up!
Can’t sit with us
Huh

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I’m on the jet
You can’t sit with us, it’s a bet (a bet)
We should add this back
I know the ac is bad
Fuck a lil’ bitch from the back
I heard she wack
You can get hit with the MAC
I do not handle that
I said my shooters gon’ handle that
(Huh, yeah, huh)
Sippin’ (huh)
I ain’t never trippin’ (huh)
Fuck yo bitch she missing (huh)
Call me Scottie Pippin
Ball like Scottie Pippin, money old
Lookin’ at my diamonds, yeah, your shit looking old (so old)
My diamonds are froze, your bitch on gold
Sniffin’ coca nose
I’mma keep it on the low, I ain’t gonna tell nobody (huh, yeah)
They don’t want me, you might catch a body
(Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah)
Extra body

[Chorus]
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
My whip is white like Cool Whip
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m running around with two chicken strips
I’m so up (I’m so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up!
Can’t sit with us
Huh

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pour the ac out the freezer, pour a two liter
And now my bitch she need a visa, she is such a eater
Smoking cookie now, everything bust down
Rich forever, bitch we up now
You hatin’, we grindin’ ’till sundown!
Hol’ up
Fuck around, got rich, pockets so swole up (I’m rich)
When I get the Bentley back imma do a few donuts
You niggas so broke yeah
Gangster bitch she be tryna come over
Fuck her on the sofa
Rent girl be missing, put her on a poster
(Ooh)
Real big diamonds on me I can blind a bitch
Gucci, Givenchy, designer shit
Sniffinè the coke when she suck the dick
Bitch it ain’t nothing I pour a six
Ac come in, I sip it quick
These niggas be hating, I’m finally rich

[Chorus]
Stackin’ the green and the blue chips
My whip is white like Cool Whip
My wrist a pool, come take a dip
I’m running around with two chicken strips
I’m so up (I’m so up)
Double cup (Double cup)
Ac it up!
Can’t sit with us
Huh

[Outro]
30 you a fool for this one


Jay Rock – King’s Dead lyrics


Part I

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
And it’s like that, lil’ bitch
MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no, I don’t like that, lil’ bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil’ bitch
Do it bite back, lil’ bitch? Need two life jackets, lil’ bitch
I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t’s been ready, my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up
I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
Fuck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it? (should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin’ out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a ’87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want (what you want)

Part II

[Intro: James Blake]
Changes
Is you gon’ do something?
What you want?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
Compound with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt
In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, “Nope,” I was like, “Boo yaow, boo yaow”
Yeah, God, tee off the day
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, “Off ya head”
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge
Fuck integrity, f*ck your pedigree, f*ck your feelings, f*ck your culture
Fuck your mom, f*ck your family, f*ck your drive
Fuck your land, f*ck your children, f*ck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars


AJ Tracey – Alakazam (feat. JME & Denzel Curry)


[Intro: Jme & Lancey Foux]
Serious
Alakazam, use your psychic attack
It sounds like Nyge

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
I’m a rockstar like Sting and Slash
Now peng tings wanna call man back
I’m a rockstar like Jeff or Matt
Call my young thug, watch man get slatt
Boy Better Know CEO on the track
Curry in the ends, that’s right, he’s back
Can’t push me ’cause you’ll get pushed back
Easter egg, the black MAC go crack
Catch man in traff, don’t lack
Dee in white and Raf in black
Pantomine, man act, get clapped
I’m from West so that’s tracksuits black
MTP or zone ten, that’s gang
Hopped the fence and dem boy there ran
Can’t stand the heat? Then don’t touch that pan
Free up S ’cause he lives in can
Still cotch with them
Ult like Denzel, been to Washington
Box on Renzel, think you’re boxing ’em?
Used to have Glocks and socks with rocks in ’em
Now the world is different
Same old Tracey but my girl is different
Didn’t rate me till I made her listen
She was boring till I made her glisten

[Chorus: AJ Tracey]
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing
I’ve got hooks but I don’t go fishing
Alakazam, I’ll make man go missing
I was doing trips, you were at home kissing
Now I’ve got Henny coming out when I’m pissing

[Verse 2: Jme]
I’m blessed, ask about me, research
Hear good things but know
They won’t be around no more if they cuss bad words
It’s all Rowntree till you get burst
And if you doubt me, jump feet-first
People around me will tell you
Jme’s mentality is one with the Earth
One life, you don’t wanna lose it, no
Once I hit ’em with the stupid flow
"Man Don’t Care" already, you should know
Fam, don’t let me dig a two-foot hole
It’s not that deep, it’s not rocket science
I’m here just tryna have a good time
Hurt one of mine? Fuck that
Man’s at the door next day like Amazon Prime; free delivery
I’ll murder the beat till you’re sick of me
Straight bars, no need for the trickery
Man will smoke that beef like Hickory
Yo, AJ, pass the auxillary
And the iPhone adapter
Give man chills like the fear factor
AJ, DC
Worldwide music, it’s a new chapter

[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
Have the game in a headlock
If I see the cop that killed my brother
Believe he’ll die from the headshots
Beam on the Glock in my Hancock
Hedgehog when I get away
When I’m looking for a prey, better pray like a nun
With a cup full of rum, when the rum is red
Tote a gun instead, dollar bill in ten
When you meet death, reapers are grim
Fucking with me? Send the Reaper to him
Pull out the stick on a pussy ass nigga
They tell me I look like a people to him
Under my brim, abandon the so black
Probably black as my gat, facts
Switch up the style and relax, tax
Act like a hoe, get the MAC wax
Like tack tack
Hit ’em in the back, now that’s that
Gat to the face, that’s Snapchat
Now you a bitch like cat stacks, damn
I don’t talk no shit
‘Cause I got too much honour
Nine-millimetre go bang
And this piercing armour


Kodak Black – I Get The Bag Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Nah dawg, it’s lil Kodak nigga what you thought
I got snakes on my Gucci, but not in my yard
I got that bag got that guwop, bought a icy watch
Shoutout to Convertible Burt
Florida boy, Florida boy, Florida shit
I turned my 4 door to a vert
Can y’all please let me roll in peace, I’m smoking purp
My nigga said if he go to prison, he get the jury gone
All you rappers really be nervous with some jewelry on
Don’t be remixing my shit, that wasn’t X’s song
Don’t remix my shit, that’s a nigga track
When I remix, I re-rock your shit like whipping crack
I drop a seven in a pot, and stretched me ten back
I just pulled a bag out a Cartier box
Pulled up to the dumpster, threw away some bank cards
Road running duffling
Yea I got that laundry
Rolling on a monkey
My car look like a pumpkin
In and out of juvenile, every day we rumbling
Bunky trynna sleep, I singing rest in peace [?]
My bitch she got on MAC
Keep her face done
I’m sliding with the MAC
I got to stay with one
Don’t remix my shit
Don’t remix my shit, you can’t ride the beat like me
All you niggas ain’t shit, you niggas ain’t in these streets
How you older than me, you trynna to be like me
I got that bag
I got that bag lil nigga, I got that bag
Garbage bag, Breitling bag, whatever bag yuh
Garbage bag, body bag, whatever bag get that shit


Smokepurpp – JUMP Lyrics


[Intro]
Ouu, ouu
Lil Purrp (yeah)
Bih, bih, bih bih bih

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Luol Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (wooh, wooh, wooh)

[Verse]
Pockets they on jump (jump)
Cookie got me stuck (stuck)
Fuck that bih one time and now she say that she in love (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Give me face (Lil Purrp)
In New York I caught a case
Did the race (Lil Purpp, skrt skrt)
Got a warrant out of state (yeah, ouu)
I don’t wanna squabble, got this MAC here (huh, brr)
Don’t fuck with no one in the club, I’m throwin’ racks here (bih)
Try to play me on some work then you gon’ die here (brr, huh)
Told that libby yellow hoe, “Come bring that ass here” (ouu)

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh, jump, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (ouu, ouu, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng


GoldLink – Crew (feat. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)


[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth
And a slick ass flow
Catch-a-bullet-’round-me-nigga and a player when
I’m comin’ for the kitty, I’m a fool, goddamn
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now
Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
And it wasn’t for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time, what a year
We are what them young boys fear
I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies
You can tell that from our pulse right now
Bet you wanna fuck me now
Bet you wanna love me down
Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said
But know I’m down
Trigger nigga show me something
Shake it like you owe me something
Pushin’ on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you bustin’
Still gettin’ rowdy in the function
Bitches on my dick like it’s nothing
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin’, jumpin’, bumpin’, jumpin’, yeah

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
Got the beast in Southeast, thousands clappin’ to this beat
She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I’m a savage
In traffic with MAC 11’s
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I’m her daddy
Does she know a nigga ain’t average?
Ain’t nothing wrong with fake asses
Bitch, turn around let’s make magic
I’m geekin’, uh huh I’m on it
Don’t look at me like you want it
Tell ’em that we ain’t stuntin’
In fourth down we ain’t puntin’ it
King of District of Columbia
Can’t come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank


FUTURE – 200 lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug]
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
Everything right
All these niggas
Everything right, you back in Givenchy
I only drink Actavis, I’m on a diet
I’ma chase it like Hussain
All this money bring a nigga new pain (woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I bought my moms a car, it felt amazin’
My niggas bangin’ burgundy like the Redskins
I got all type of tattoos on my f*ckin’ shin
I was in a white and red Maybach like peppermints
I’ve been blown a mil’ on jewelry, but it’s past tense
Super charge it, make it sound like it’s raggly
I’m ridin’ with the cutter, I’m Blood like my brothers, a MAC 10
Diamonds on me talkin’, they harassin’
No shoulda, coulda, woulda, I got these racks in
Came a long way from a Chevy
Now we spend millions on cribs
You get somethin’ too, don’t trip
My eyes ’bout low as a brim
I smoke the tree limb, tree limb
No gang, big deal

[Verse 2: Future]
I’m tryna pop a wheelie in a Lamborghini standin’ on two wheels
I got the racks on me, now I can buy me a cruise ship
I just got an iPhone 8 and already stored it with 200 hoes
You can smell the money on me, it comes from off my clothes
My Jordan fits, yeah, are never found in stores
You might as well gon’, gon’, gon’ home
Money long, long, long, long
All way up to Mercury
Any time I come out, gotta step out with a three piece
I’ve been in my bag lately, take three drugs at once lately
Got every shade of Tom Ford, I can spot fugazi
I came out the slums, I got Hermes in a headlock
If she ain’t up to par, she ’bout to get dead docked
Between my diamonds and my fame, became so anxious
I sit at the top of the throne, yeah, ’cause I’m righteous
Got a few vice lords for some friends, some of ’em disciples
And can’t nothin’ come between niggas like us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I got at least 200 hoes
Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze
Up and down you ain’t receive nothin’ ’bout this dough
And these hundreds ain’t goin’ nowhere like a moat


Q Money – Neva Had Shit


[Verse 1]
Locked in the Six ho
I done put your daddy on
Dolce Gabana my cologne
How I’m smellin’ like I’m grown
Your money short like Frodo
My money tall like Eiffell
Tower, blowin’ on sour for about an hour
Niggas be cowards, dope like flour
Told her ten minutes then that mean an hour
In the club poppin’ bottles, it’s a champagne shower
Niggas can’t check me, these niggas be frauds
Now money keep pilin’ but a nigga got to count it
Once again I love Ben Frank
That nigga keep me smiling
Might just take a trip to an island

[Chorus]
I’m geeked off in this bitch, I’m geeked off in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, boy why you arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit
I’m turnt up in this bitch, I’m turnt up in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, why you so arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit

[Verse 2]
I remember days I was broke, it was tragic
Hustlers actin’ funny like a nigga never had it
Niggas ain’t wanna kick it with me just ’cause I ain’t have shit
That’s okay, I’m back bitch, and I brought that MAC bitch
Fuck what another nigga got, I want my own shit
I ain’t take no loan bitch, I got this on my own bitch
Gone off that ‘Tron bitch, and I’m in my zone bitch
Show me my opponent, they can get it if they want it

[Chorus]
I’m geeked off in this bitch, I’m geeked off in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, boy why you arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit
I’m turnt up in this bitch, I’m turnt up in this bitch
I think that I’m the shit, I think that I’m the shit
Boy why you arrogant, why you so arrogant?
‘Cause I ain’t never had shit, I never had shit


Attention – Kevin Gates lyrics


Lyrics Kevin Gates – Attention

Walk without an entourage in which I won’t discuss
Killers in New York in the clink, they know enough
My celly spit in the sink, one blink, I’m sheddin’ blood
If we was in the street, one squeeze would wet him up
Acceptin’ no disrespect, wait, who am I to budge?
Quarter million dollar mouth, who am I? The plug?
Nothin’ that can save you, your life is now above
I wouldn’t even give a f**k if you and I were blood
No one lent their helpin’ hand, got it out the mud
Rappers in the industry see me and give me hugs
Then they gossip with their partners in private, I’ve seen it done
Fat boy you a b***h, you know how I come
MAC 11 rangin’, slangin’, cuddles with the drum
Keep my name out your fuckin’ mouth, endin’ off your tongue
Double 0, 17, my BGs sellin’ drugs
Drought ’round Hollygrove, key need me to flood.(attention)

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways

King Leonidas at his finest, no witness so who assaulted you?
Talk to God, go to war, think, consult with the oracle
Kevin Gates’ face front page in the article
Lawyer paid, dismissed the whole case, they’ll slaughter you
Run and I observe, ain’t no sense in bein’ audible
Quarterback call the audibles, switch the play on the blitz
Harlem at the Rucker, dick suckers watchin’ the kid
Rust color Timbs with a gun up under my gear
Thump through the slums and slump me somethin’ forreal
Cut off one of your fingers and puncture one of your ribs
Youngin’ really thuggin’, guerilla hustlin’ for real
Body tatted, DJ Drama, that gangsta sh*t in my grill
Lay loose with a Llama or stank a b***h if he squeal
Set outside the store that my gangsta b***h just went in
At the pharmacy poppin’ ‘scripts, my prescriptions is gettin’ filled
I love her, took her name and encrypted it in my ear.

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough versuri-lyrics.info
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
I ain’t sh*t, shaved or bathed in like six days.

Appreciate the help that’s been comin’ on nothin’ will I depend
When asked about the pen, if I’m goin’ back that depends
Faucet water brought me to places to say I ventured
Older I can cope with soda, pull off in the grey Avenger
I want her, she pushin’ kids in the stroller, who? For her sister
The purchase skirts with some purses but couldn’t flirt with her friendship
Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop
Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin’
.. clip rich then snitch, tellin’ the business
I see this every day, deceit, failure to mention
Ten toes deep, want my money on fleek
Section 8 voucher and public housin’, we livin’
Mama callin’ Meals on Wheels, they won’t deliver
Came up quick in the trenches when we was little
Call a pizza man and rob him when they deliver
I should write a book entitled, I Promise I Really Did It.

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
I ain’t sh*t, shaved or bathed in like six daysss.
Kevin Gates lyrics
Video Kevin Gates


OG Maco – Pigs Lyrics


[Intro: OG Maco]
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

[Verse 1: OG Maco]
Never talk to pigs, I ain’t Charlotte
It’s a web of lies and I gotta dodge ’em
Collared for a crime and the system dog ’em
Niggas’ fleas off ’em, coppin’ pleas often
Freedom seem certain
And if he ain’t talkin’ he your real partner
Got a couple shottas with a rat problem
Put some cheese on em, got a gat callin’
Glock 40, hot lead on ’em
Blood bed for ’em
Really love life, he’ll beg for it
Niggas so trife, pat your back with a knife
From the dark, never seen a face
Barely seen a spark
Bark bark, it’s a dog in the night
Hawk watch on the birds servin’ white
He ain’t really got the nerves for the curb
Lil homie hit his head when he Gurb
Sprayin’ hollows in the turn with the swerve
Sipping sipping, hit the cup with the syrup
In the field with a MAC and my word
Walls talkin and the calls dropping
Got the Feds plottin’, dirty cops rockin’
And the opps watchin, thinkin’ all profit
And they all talkin’ ’til the dog barkin’
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[Hook: ManMan Savage]
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody

[Verse 2: XVL Hendrix]
I don’t talk to nobody
Seven days I been geeking off molly
She rub on my body
Then she wanna come and hold me scotty
I get that money then double up, double up
Get whacked off for a cheap price
I fuck with a lot of my country niggas
They like to get geeked up on ice
Twenty-twenty vision, I can see this shit right
Got a stick on the seat and it’s sitting nice
Can’t fuck with these niggas, they probably police
They’ll cut they ties just to get you life
Fuck ’em, I ain’t seein’ niggas live life
First up, nigga I paid the price
Sipping that mud, I do not like ice
Young Hendrix, I can get whatever you like
Young nigga, man I earned my own stripes
Stacking chips just for me to get right
Fuck her feelings, man I’m catching a flight
Run the racks up all day and all night
Chasing these deals while I’m poppin’ these ‘cets
Before I hit twenty-five I’ma see a mil
Got the [?] jawn, that shit for real
In my city man it’s kill or be killed

[Hook: ManMan Savage]
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Every day niggas out here catching bodies
Keep a bad bitch with me, look at her body
Moving in silence like I’m ‘luminati
Give her a xan, she give me her body
Al Capone shit, I ride with the shotty
I’m hearing voices, I might kill everybody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody
Don’t talk to me bitch, I don’t talk to nobody

[Outro: OG Maco]
Let the bodies hit the
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor


Doe Boy – 956 Nights (feat. DJ Esco)


[Intro: Doe Boy]
If Esco don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
You know how we rockin’ for young Future man

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers start boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Verse: Doe Boy]
This ain’t gangsta rap, I’m just bringing hood back
Let a savage in the game, I make ’em feel like Suge back
All my niggas shoot straps, sell dog and cook crack
He a pussy with some money so you know we took that
9-1-1, the streets need me
The streets love Beezy ’cause the streets believe me
Bitch my hoe card don’t exist
Cross and you gon’ meet the stick
Bitch we riding like a Lyft
Wit guns we can barely lift
Bitch I’m flexin’, I’m cappin’, you lackin’, I’m jackin’
I pull out this cannon, demanding, not asking
You rappin’, not trapping, I’m savage, you acting
You taxing, they snatching, they pull up, get active
Why these pussies tryna beef, I’m not even in they reach
Got some youngins tryna eat, I’ll feed you to the streets
Oh these niggas think it’s sweet? where you at, I’m tryna link
Got that draco on the seat, make ’em JuJu on that beat
Hopped in da Audi, shooting then I’m outty
Niggas at my neck but I got all these goons around me
Broke niggas bore me, you can fight this .40
Magazine clip, I’ll let it tell a story
Ridin’ through the trenches but we pulling up in Porsches
Shooter on the streets but go to jail and get extorted
That’s why I don’t need the MAC
This the truth, it ain’t a rap
Last nigga ran up on me on the Fam, he took a nap
He ain’t really ’bout that life that pussy boy just talk that
Fifty thousand ’round my neck, I swear yo life don’t cost that
I can’t pay that boy attention ’cause he ain’t no boss yet
I got niggas that catch bodies they just ain’t get caught yet
Hold on

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers goin’ boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Streets need me nigga
Gang gang
Doe!


GoldLink – Crew (feat. Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy)


[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Bet against a real ass nigga with a sick ass mouth
And a slick ass flow
Catch-a-bullet-’round-me-nigga and a player when
I’m comin’ for the kitty, I’m a fool, goddamn
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right there
Do it for my niggas in the ghost right now
Niggas got killed for the boy living dreams in the hills
And it wasn’t for the boy right now
Goddamn, what a time, what a year
We are what them young boys fear
I kill, never been killed, that’s real, no lies
You can tell that from our pulse right now
Bet you wanna fuck me now
Bet you wanna love me down
Girl, you can’t tie me down like Ray J said
But know I’m down
Trigger nigga show me something
Shake it like you owe me something
Pushin’ on the pussy like a button
Came four times, fifth time you bustin’
Still gettin’ rowdy in the function
Bitches on my dick like it’s nothing
Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin’, jumpin’, bumpin’, jumpin’, yeah

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Hey, nice to meet, I’m Young Jefe, who you be?
Got the beast in Southeast, thousands clappin’ to this beat
She invite me to her crib, I walk in she see my heat
She said "But I live in the hills" bitch, that’s just the way I sleep
Stop that madness, I’m a savage
In traffic with MAC 11’s
Baddest bitch and she Spanish
I fly her to Calabasas
We get nasty, I’m her daddy
Does she know a nigga ain’t average?
Ain’t nothing wrong with fake asses
Bitch, turn around let’s make magic
I’m geekin’, uh huh I’m on it
Don’t look at me like you want it
Tell ’em that we ain’t stuntin’
In fourth down we ain’t puntin’ it
King of District of Columbia
Can’t come here without a permit
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas

[Hook: Brent Faiyaz]
She see money all around me
I look like I’m the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
Tell me where have you been?
You came out of hiding, girl
Don’t act like I’m your man
You just a fan, you don’t hold rank
Don’t hold no rank


Future – Flip (Future Album)


[Intro]
If you gang, gang, gang, that’s what’s up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 1]
2017 with the captains (flip)
The price too high, you must be cappin’ (flip)
All these Franklins got me trappin’ (flip, flip)
Sippin’ on Screw, I’m very active (flip, flip)
A half a milli, got matted
Your main bitch got batted
Got a clear view, no static
That’s a VVS on my fabrics
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Blitz, nigga, I’m a boss
Had the mail with me, I’m a star

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 2]
I’m gone past the moon, what you tellin’ me?
That nigga’s a goon, what you tellin’ me?
The bitch in the room, what you tellin’ me?
I’m hotter than the sun, what you tellin’ me?
These niggas my sons, what you tellin’ me?
They eat up my crumbs, what you tellin’ me?
Your brother a bum, what you tellin’ me?
Straight out the slums, what you tellin’ me?
I came out the mud, I’m stashin’ the drugs
Gotta bring out the tub of Ace
I was never in love with the Wraith
Got a new Panorama on the way
Went to Pluto, beyond with my cape
Can’t run when the drum in your face
I’m the mothafuckin’ don, why you hatin’?

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip

[Outro]
Host: Hahahaha, we back, baby! Yeah, listen, once again this is Got It All Cap City Podcast, internet broadcast. Our credibility and validity is in… listen, man! If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, man, you ain’t fuckin’ with the industry, man. Okay we got the next caller from Vienna. Uh oh, hello?
Woman: Hello!?
Host: Oh she from Campbellton. Okay we got our next caller from Campbellton. You are the winner! Yes!
Woman: You can hear me on the radio?
Host: Yes!
Woman: I’m finna get you a new daddy, fuckin’ we gonna get me a baller, fuckin’….
Host: Yes, you have won the one and only Cap City baller rapper kit
Woman: And I’ve been workin’ too, man, I’ve been drinkin’ this, some flat tummy, see, so I can get me a baller
Host: Okay the flat, but listen, baby, you have somethin’ more important than a flat tummy, you are gonna win a lifetime supply of the Asian Kung Pao saran wrap condoms
Woman: Ooh I need them
Host: Yes they’re guaranteed to pop. And look we’re also gonna throw in, listen, this is special. We got the two millimeter geo globe tracking device system so you can…
Woman: So I’ma know how to pull up on him to tell him this his baby too
Host: Yes, yes, yes, baby! That is free game from Cap City Records, baby, we appreciate you callin’, we gon’ put you on hold
Woman: Hold on, hold on you did not tell them to follow me on Instagram, I’m tryna get my followers up
Host: Uh huh okay tell ’em where to follow you at
Woman: Y’all, please, ballers only, dudes who got the bag, who got the check, I need all y’all to follow me on T Hot Pocket underscore—y’all got that?
Host: Yeah okay we got it
Woman: I said it real slow so make sure y’all got that
Host: We got that, baby, we got that, baby
Woman: Follow me! What’s up!?
Host: Okay Cap City Records
Woman: Ballers only, no broke niggas
Host: Okay but Cap City, we gon’ to break, go to break!


Future – Flip lyrics


If you gang, gang, gang, that’s what’s up with me
Freebandz
Fire Marshall

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 1]
2017 with the captains (flip)
The price too high, you must be cappin’ (flip)
All these Franklins got me trappin’ (flip, flip)
Sippin’ on Screw, I’m very active (flip, flip)
A half a milli, got matted
Your main bitch got batted
Got a clear view, no static
That’s a VVS on my fabrics
Chanel drapes one of one
I pay the rates to the Lord
Blitz, nigga, I’m a boss
Had the mail with me, I’m a star

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)

[Verse 2]
I’m gone past the moon, what you tellin’ me?
That nigga’s a goon, what you tellin’ me?
The bitch in the room, what you tellin’ me?
I’m hotter than the sun, what you tellin’ me?
These niggas my sons, what you tellin’ me?
They eat up my crumbs, what you tellin’ me?
Your brother a bum, what you tellin’ me?
Straight out the slums, what you tellin’ me?
I came out the mud, I’m stashin’ the drugs
Gotta bring out the tub of Ace
I was never in love with the Wraith
Got a new Panorama on the way
Went to Pluto, beyond with my cape
Can’t run when the drum in your face
I’m the mothafuckin’ don, why you hatin’?

[Chorus]
Love a tool only ’til I swap it out
We got papers, flip my stones, it ain’t no clouds
Snatch a brand new Range Rover with the captain seats
And I keep a MAC on me like I’m Master P
Captain seats in my Maybach, in my Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Captain seats in the Maybach, in the Range Rover
Then I flip, flip, flip, flip, game over (game over)
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip
Flip, flip, flip, flip

[Outro]
Host: Hahahaha, we back, baby! Yeah, listen, once again this is Got It All Cap City Podcast, internet broadcast. Our credibility and validity is in… listen, man! If you ain’t fuckin’ with us, man, you ain’t fuckin’ with the industry, man. Okay we got the next caller from Vienna. Uh oh, hello?
Woman: Hello!?
Host: Oh she from Campbellton. Okay we got our next caller from Campbellton. You are the winner! Yes!
Woman: You can hear me on the radio?
Host: Yes!
Woman: I’m finna get you a new daddy, fuckin’ we gonna get me a baller, fuckin’….
Host: Yes, you have won the one and only Cap City baller rapper kit
Woman: And I’ve been workin’ too, man, I’ve been drinkin’ this, some flat tummy, see, so I can get me a baller
Host: Okay the flat, but listen, baby, you have somethin’ more important than a flat tummy, you are gonna win a lifetime supply of the Asian Kung Pao saran wrap condoms
Woman: Ooh I need them
Host: Yes they’re guaranteed to pop. And look we’re also gonna throw in, listen, this is special. We got the two millimeter geo globe tracking device system so you can…
Woman: So I’ma know how to pull up on him to tell him this his baby too
Host: Yes, yes, yes, baby! That is free game from Cap City Records, baby, we appreciate you callin’, we gon’ put you on hold
Woman: Hold on, hold on you did not tell them to follow me on Instagram, I’m tryna get my followers up
Host: Uh huh okay tell ’em where to follow you at
Woman: Y’all, please, ballers only, dudes who got the bag, who got the check, I need all y’all to follow me on T Hot Pocket underscore—y’all got that?
Host: Yeah okay we got it
Woman: I said it real slow so make sure y’all got that
Host: We got that, baby, we got that, baby
Woman: Follow me! What’s up!?
Host: Okay Cap City Records
Woman: Ballers only, no broke niggas
Host: Okay but Cap City, we gon’ to break, go to break!


Solo 45 – 5ive (feat. Stormzy)


[Verse 1: Solo 45]
Rah
Alright, roll, roll, roll
Space between the cars, go, go, go
Some of us are dench yo
I don’t give a flying fuck
Pagans gotta go, go, go
Keep it on the low, low, low
Nosey bastards askin’ questions
Tell them niggas “I said so”

[Bridge: Solo 45]
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Spot any antennae, switch ‘em off

[Hook: Solo 45]
Let the MAC ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it
Spot any antennae
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC ring

Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Spot any antenna
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC… Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
[Verse 2: Stormzy]
See you got goons and I got goons
But I swear down, you don’t wanna see mine vex
I don’t care if you bang weights
When I run up on you when you’re doing [?] chest
Them boy there been copying bars
So don’t be alarmed when he thief mine next
I don’t sneak diss, fuck that sneak shit
Tell a little nigga “look, be direct”
Who are you? What you sayin’? What you on?
Yeah, fuck that, what you doing? Where you from?
Beg man don’t say my name cuh’ I [?]
Walk in, slap mans face then I’m gone
I can tell that they feel I’m dumb
Chattin’ ‘bout views like it’s all that I’ve done
Hatin’ pricks wanna chat about L’s
Come we discuss all the wars that I’ve won
Big bro’s here, tell 45 come
Rinse that kick ‘til the 45’s done
He was like “I wanna try draw for the MAC”
I was like “yeah, but the 45’s dumb”
Said “bring your choice, bring four, five guns”
The MAC-10 rings, but the 45 hums
He said I’m gonna bring a 45 too
So then we attack like a 4-5-1
Boy

[Bridge: Solo 45]
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
My nigga five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips, five guns, five whips
Spot any antennae, switch ‘em off

[Hook: Solo 45]
Let the MAC ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it
Spot any antennae
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC ring

Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Let it ring, ring, ring, ring
Ring, ring, ring
Spot any antennae
Switch ‘em off, let the MAC… Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips
Five guns, five whips


Wiley – P Money (Remix) (feat. P Money) (Godfather Album)


[Hook: Wiley]
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money

[Verse 1: Wiley & P Money]
I ain’t never been the type of spitter on a track
To have a donny murk me and never murk back
‘Cause all I wanna do is see my name at the top
That’s why I can’t act like I never heard that
I’ve got ears, am I hearing, any pussy test, I will spear him
Them man have got one bag of chat
They’ve got one bag of Ps, what you bringin’ round here?
Ask them what they’re doin’ round here
Cuh if they want a bit of mine, tell a man I want to get rid of guys
I’m known for rollin’ with man that’s clearly uncivilised
Man will fill in these pitta guys
About they wanna take man for a mouse
‘Til I press a button and get your fanpage minimised
Every single one of their flows are opitimised
Everyone’s sick ’til I realised
Nobody’s sicker than the sickest MC
When you realise nobody’s slewin’ ’em again
I ain’t Skepta, but man’s been there, done that
And now man is on doin’ it again
Don’t touch my set, you’ll ruin it again
There he goes offbeat, you’re doin’ it again
Mad, man can’t diss my mum
Every clash I’ve had, I’m on bringin’ in a skeng
Oi, Wiley, tell them again

[Hook: Wiley]
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money

[Verse 2: Wiley]
When I was broke, I was better at this
My money got me couple iceberg sweaters and this
When I started, I didn’t know I’d get on the list
Of MCs who were top flight, sprayin’ on the top mic
Ain’t done the work but you boast that it’s not right
Used to waste grands on garms but now I shop right
First ten years, G, I was on a block hype
Some MCs are alike but I’m not like
None of them, and I’ve had wars with a ton of ’em
Nobody’s ever gonna do what we done again
Put me in any scene, I end up runnin’ it
My crew are winners, we end up sonnin’ them
Cuh my dons stand on the frontline
Ready for the war in the cold or the sunshine
You wanna flop in your game but I run mine
I be in the skillzone, bullseye, one time

[Hook: Wiley]
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money (I’m telling you)
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money (brap, brap)
I tell a don it ain’t funny
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money
I tell a don it ain’t funny (hey)
That’s why I practice, so I stay on point like P Money, P Money

[Outro: P Money sample]
Yo, a lot of these MCs think they’re bad
I held the MAC and the MAC went mad
This something screaming ratatat
And now you’re a myth nobody know, blam
Everybody scatters, nobody look back
Don’t drink loads and think that you’re rough, blud
I will show you Jack and Daniels gassed


What the price – Migos lyrics


Lyrics Migos – What the price

Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise.(what the price)

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The bitch bad, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(Price, going up yeah)
I slide
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, priceee).

Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds.

Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell me what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr).

Oohhh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out.

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The bitch bad, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
I slide
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the i8 and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad.

Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skrrt skrrt)
Pink slip for the ride (skrrt skrrt)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (no cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds).

What the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The bitch bad, I slide
(skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeahhh!)
Migos lyrics
Video price


MIGOS – What The Price lyrics


Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price)

Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds

Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the iron and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad

Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skerr skerr)
Pink slip for the ride (skerr skerr)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeah!)


Migos – What The Price


[Intro: Quavo]
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise

[Hook: Takeoff & Quavo]
What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price)

[Refrain: Quavo]
Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds

[Verse 1: Takeoff & Quavo]
Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

[Bridge: Quavo]
Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out

[Hook: Takeoff, Quavo, & Offset]
What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

[Verse 2: Offset]
I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the iron and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad

[Refrain: Quavo & Takeoff]
Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skerr skerr)
Pink slip for the ride (skerr skerr)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

[Hook: Takeoff & Quavo]
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeah!)


Migos – What The Price lyrics


Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
Tell me the price
No surprise

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price)

Bad Mona Lisa
Slide with my people
Pink slip for the ride, but what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes, no cosigns
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater did my own grinds

Tell me what the preacher preach about (preacher)
Tell what the teacher teach about (teacher)
I’ma go find me a better route
That bullshit and cap you can leave it out (cap)
They talking but ain’t tryna hear me out
Won’t open the door, tryna leave me out (open)
I’ma pull up and just empty out (brrr)
Come through, just make sure you clear me out (brrr)

Ooh
Clear me out, clear me out
Just clear me out
Clear me out

What’s the price?
Prices, prices, going up
Prices, prices (price)
The big bag, I slide
Prices, prices, going up
Hold on, yeah
Prices, prices (price)
What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on (shit goin’ up, you know what I mean)
(Woo woo, price)
Offset!

I do not care what the tag will say (I don’t)
I done brought out a big bag today (bag)
I just pulled up with the MAC today (brrr)
I don’t plan on going out sad today (brrr)
Pay what you owe, eighty a show (eighty)
Close the curtain and smoke in the Ghost (gas)
Hop in the iron and lift up the door (skrrt)
Young rich nigga, more money than I owe (hey)
Got your hoe at the condo, no clothes, yeah
Climb on a young nigga pole, yeah
You don’t wanna go there (nah)
Sticks and the dracos in here (brrr)
Got racks in the back of my pants (racks)
Got racks in the bachelor pad (racks)
These bitches they fuck for a bag (smash)
And you niggas gon’ go out sad

Bad Mona Lisa (bad)
Slide with my people (skerr skerr)
Pink slip for the ride (skerr skerr)
But what’s in the trunk, it’s illegal
Came from dimes (dimes), no cosigns (cosigns)
You can read between the lines
Like a pro skater, did my own grinds, yeah (grinds)

What’s the price?
What’s the price?
Prices going up, prices
Hold on
(price, going up yeah)
The big bag, I slide
(sker sker, sker sker, going up)
Hold on
(Woo woo woo, price, yeah!)


AJ Tracey – Pasta


[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

[Verse 1]
In and out of flats for the floos (guala)
You ain’t with the dogs, you’re a puss (meow)
Tell ’em "domme jongens in je stad" (ayy)
My Dutch bruddas bun ’em like kush, ayy
Who can kick the riddim like man? (who?)
Rich, living lavish, that’s the plan (by 25)
Jakes see me winning, they’re vexed (they’re vexed)
They just want a brudda in the can, nope
You ain’t cool if you ain’t in a gang (gang)
Hours and them hours like Stan (up there)
Always got my hood up like Kenny (got my hood)
No killing me, though, I’m the man (you can try)
Fader said I’m doing up shows (that’s real, you know)
Complex said I’m gonna blow (Complex)
The papers said that you should come and watch man (Guardian)
My mama said to leave my bro alone (haha)
Still up in the manor, that’s Grove (West 10)
Cruising through the music, I drove (skrrr)
White up in the tees like Hov (skrrr skrrr)
All my niggas whip it on the stove (whip)
No one ever helped in my zone (no one)
Bro, I had to do it on my own (on my ones)
Old girls didn’t wanna fuck me, now
I don’t even fuck them and they still moan (they’re moaning)
Hit a bitch once, then I skate (I’m gone)
Never let a Jezebel stay (never)
Drunk, seeing life through my Ray-Bans
I don’t even sleep till the day (I’m out here)
Tell a model bitch come play (come)
Give a couple beats like Dre (boo-boof)
Wetting up the pussy like clay, ayy
Now she’s tryna call a nigga bae

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)

[Verse 2]
Every time I step up in the place (hey)
Girls all tryna get up in my face (wah?)
"Oh my god, it’s AJ Trace (oh my god)
Baby boy, I wanna be your mate" (hey)
No, bitch, man are on the chase (on the chase)
Chase for the guala and the papes (bread)
Bro fresh home from a case (yeah)
Let him hold a badders called Stace (hit that)
I just wanna make bare dough (leave me alone)
Beg you give a young nigga space (OK), ayy
Cooking up a jawn, get a plate (plate)
Eating, I ain’t even saying grace (my bad)
Henney going straight to my face (to my face)
Spilling liquor when I’m onstage (splash, splash)
Probably spilt the liquor on Paige (probably), ayy
Probably spilt the liquor on Paige (probably)
Alex to my pals, I’m Age (I’m Age)
Feds have got my bruddas in the cage (free ’em)
Couple opps out here all brave (OK), yeah?
I’mma slide with the MAC on rage
Gat long like a twelve gauge (nah)
Catch a corn or you’re gonna catch a shave (dip, dip)
Get a nigga down for the brodies (bros)
Get a nigga down in the grave (ahh)
Nike Air Max on my coat (on my coat)
Masked up when I do the roads (skrrr skrrr)
Girls can’t stay up in my hotel (nope)
Give a couple rounds, then I’m gonna ghost (I’m gone)
For the game, I’m tryna get the codes (them codes)
You’re broke but you wanna talk loads (you chatty)
When I see these guys, they’re running, running
Jumping over fences like a toad

[Hook]
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (chef it)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (swish)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (cook it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)
Girls going wild in the water (wild)
Girls going wild in the water (splash)
Made a couple halves from a quarter (swish)
Tryna turn a kid into a baller (balling)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
Cooking up a jawn like pasta (chef it)
All these broke niggas need a BAFTA (BAFTA)
You ain’t in the field, you’re an actor (nah)


Lil Durk – Too Late Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang!
Yeah
2 times, 2 times!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
The streets left me hangin’ with niggas I can eat with
Ridin’ through with Chicago with some boys on some street shit
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
(?), you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on them
3 pills, they don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
5 for glasses, pussy niggas I see 5 men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie free the guys nigga
2 times for (?) that’s they trippin’
2 times from this henny I can feel it
We come for niggas yeah we know the business
Rob me pussy niggas was the endin’, like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must, get a 100 M’s before I’m 50
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
MAC is on me, niggas so doo-doo MAC go in the (?), ay!
Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
2 pints, I was underseas gettin’ it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get 10 lives
Opps cast, and I know for sure they ain’t got 10 lives
Catch ’em down (?) tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
Grey hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m Ape shit
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call a (?) we gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a nigga and the shit watch the gun sound

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s blue ring
Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that’s like 4 chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in Mulsanne
Fashion (?) fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late


Lil Durk – Shooter2x Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Durk & 21 Savage]
I’mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang!
We ain’t playin’ with this niggas man
Ay we different nigga
Boss shit!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Get the shots nigga, woah (21)
That stick gon’ sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor
SWAT team, Miles Burke, comin’ through the door (21)
Tommy gun woah
Trench coat woah
Lil’ bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrap the bowl (skrt)
Motorola beepin’ (21)
VVSs fleekin’ (fleek)
Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin’ (21)
I just pulled up on yo’ main bitch and you know she freaky (ya dig)
She know I ain’t no sleeper (I dig)
Time to call a uber (21)
Young Savage man I bought a draco for my shooter (21, 21)
MAC 11 smoke yo’ baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig)
We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up)
Clip long like a ruler (straight up!)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Me I just came out of poverty
I just spend 50 on property
I’m from the streets to the gun violence
Glocks annihilate you probably
I pour up a four for my dead guys
My hood is more than a block to me
I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain’t no opps with me
Bitches want sex I want all mouth
We be them niggas they talkin’ ’bout
I’m saucin’ I’m walkin’, I’m Wayne now
Don’t treat I’m coolin’ with gang now
Overdose I’m like Wayne now
Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans
Now we spend 50 on chains now
And we put 50 on things now
Booty died from dialysis
Opp niggas was the happiest
The city know we be wacking shit
Real killa, ain’t know accident
Crackin’ calls with the MACs and shit
Got the pounds and I’m matchin’ shit
Guns and dope in the mattress shit
Fuck nigga with the actin’ shit
Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)


Lil Uzi Vert – Miss Cleo


[Intro]
I got my nina, don’t need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
‘Cause she know I’m just gon’ read her
Rest in peace to Cleo
I got my nina, don’t need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
‘Cause she know I’m just gon’ read her
Rest in peace to Cleo

[Hook]
Yea I’m walkin’ with them racks
Yea I’m walkin’ with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin’ cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I’m a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya

[Verse 1]
Yeah, mix it up in a double cup
Cuz gettin’ so screwed up
Life gettin’ so screwed up
Diamonds hittin’, they look blue ya
You got rhinestones, you can’t fool us
Brought my side bitch, I’ma put up
Mix my young bitches with cougars
Fool us, no you can not fool us
Yeah, talk to my shooter
They say they need some more ruler
She better follow my rule
Diamonds so cool like cooler
Yeah, thumb through the money, right through it
All of my money is blue ya
What’s her name don’t know she knew
Yea don’t have a DJ Clue
Counting money help my mood
Yea you know
Mister diamond wet like boat
Y’all always copy my flow
[?]
Put ’em on pause
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Diamonds they wet like a boat
Countin’ this money keep goin’
Watch me I’m here with my shawty
Watch me I’m here with my shawty
Watch me I’m here with my shawty

[Hook]
Yea I’m walkin’ with them racks
Yea I’m walkin’ with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin’ cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I’m a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya

[Verse 2]
Spending that money at [?]
This is a Range not a Land Rover
I keep it clean
Inside peanut butter outside mint green
I never been overseas
But got some girls from overseas
Yea you know what I mean
Fly ’em first class so I can [?] just see ’em
One night with me she just want to leave him
I told her that she really should keep him
Cause he hold her down and he can peep her
She said her love for me is not equal
We are the same but I’m just a little higher like Bugatti and Beetle
Know I told you I would never leave you
Ok hit that thing right in that fetal
Me and my boys walk across the street with them suits on feel like The Beatles
I heard you chain was a rental
I love my ring like I’m Smeagle
Yea I stay sharp like a needle
Yea I’m so high like an eagle
I pulled up in that two seater
Put my cousin in a Beamer
I got money I don’t need her
Rest in peace Miss Cleo
Cause she know I’m just gon’ read her
Rest in peace to Cleo
Used to set it off in Neiman’s
Whip it up now they fiendin’
Nowadays I fight my demons
Drink soda like Kel got dreads like Kenan

[Hook]
Yea I’m walkin’ with them racks
Yea I’m walkin’ with them stacks
Watch I make it right back
And my uzi all black
Walk around with the MAC
It was really nice to know ya
But I see right through ya
Now my crib got a pool
Now a nigga livin’ cool
Water, water on my jewels
Phillip Lim on my shoes
Yeah, I’m a winner not a loser
It was really nice to know ya
I can see right through ya