Tag: MAC


Hd4president – Touch Down 2 Cause Hell Lyrics


[Intro]
Baow, baow, baow
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

[Verse 1]
I say hold up
Shawty smokin’ zaza out the pack, I told her roll up
Niggas muggin’ stupid, lookin’ crazy like they know us
You ain’t got no money, plus you bummy and you tore up
You pretty, but bitch, so what?
Me and Boosie in the Maybach, good and full of liquor
Seen a cutie with some booty, tryna jugg her with this pickle
All my niggas rollin’ Backwoods, they don’t f*ck around with Swishers
I been f*ckin’ on his bitch, I just was f*ckin’ on her sister
Leanin’ off the juice, bitch, I got Wock’ up in my double cup
Baby gettin’ money, but lil’ bitch know you can’t f*ck with us
Thirty grand stuffed up in my jeans, yeah, it’s up with us
p*ssy nigga, you ain’t ’bout that shit, so what you buckin’ for?
I touched down at 11:45
Big old bustdown and a Draco when I slide
I f*ck with 54, that swim team, they gon’ dive
I said bitch, don’t turn me down
It’s up, no comin’ down, turn me up

[Chorus]
Is that purple I smell?
Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin’ my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales

Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’ f*ck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell

[Verse 2]
Turn up on these niggas, I been runnin’ up a bag now
Dolce and Gabbana, I got Gucci on my ass now
I can hit your ho and I ain’t gotta put my MAC down
I been f*ckin’ bitches out in Houston back to Sac-town
Ooh, ooh
My bitch expensive, so I buy her Jimmy Choo-Choo
And bitch, I’m rollin’ like a train, hollerin’ choo-choo
I’m retarded in the brain, I got loose screws
Ain’t do no play, but that’s my dog like it’s Blues Clues
Never back down from a soul, you know me a warrior, me a warrior
I just hit the mall with your ho, and you know I’m spoilin’ her, yeah, I’m spoilin’ her (HD)

[Chorus]
Is that purple I smell?
Bad bitch on my trail
Turnin’ up by myself
Bustdown on my left
I be doin’ my step
Gucci on all my belt (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Racked up with them bales
Big blunts on my scale
Still screamin’ f*ck 12
I touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell
Touch down to cause hell (Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

[Outro]
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
HD
Lil’ Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once


Young Nudy – Mini Me Lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, man
If it was a shootout, my youngins did it (Fuck you mean?)
Yeah (COUPE)

[Chorus]
Look in my eye, man, you know I’m gon’ spray (Yeah)
Nigga didn’t know, but today is the day (Bah)
Slimeball full, I want his lil’ plate (Big Slime)
Bitch-ass boy, know your ass gettin’ ate (Big Slime)
I got all these hoes at the base (Yeah)
I got all these pills we ate (Ooh)
Twerk that ass, bitch, make that shake (Twerk that ass)
Smokin’ ooh-wee, I feel great (Ooh-wee)
I’m so high, can’t feel my face (Can’t feel my face)
Only thing I felt when I was nuttin’ on that bitch face (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, that shit there was so great (Fuck)
Brought her to my amazing place (Wow)
Came a long way from Section 8 (I did)
Yeah, okay (I did)
But it’s still hood like Section 8 (Woo)

[Verse 1]
We send hits, nigga (Hits)
My youngins do the shootout, that’s they shit, nigga (Shit)
My homie put a potato on his four-ten (Four-ten)
Ain’t nothin’ but headshots every time he go in (Go in)
Get paid right just to handle biz
Lot of money open up his wig (What?)
Split him apart, hit a kid
Keep squeezin’, shoot that bitch again (Woo)
Kill shit, we’ll never end (Nah)
Snitch on me, gotta lock me in
Bitch nigga tried to handle folks, they tried to box me in (Bitch nigga)
Came out the whip like Rambo, nigga, poppin’ shit (Yeah)
Homie came out with two Glocks in the backseat, he on Max Payne shit (Ooh)
And we not squeezin’ for fun, we aimin’
Opps think they’ll catch me slippin’ again, what the fuck they thinkin’? (What the fuck?)
Smash off, left somebody stankin’
Call my lawyer, tell him come pick this money up, it’s a situation (Yeah)
Prayin’ that these niggas don’t snitch on me and they partner don’t make it (Swear to God)
Throwed off, man, I’m talkin’ crazy (Yeah)
Slash that, man, I’m talkin’ brazy
Bitch nigga, man, you fugazi (Bitch nigga)
Niggas out here pump-fakin’ like they was with me when it was time to blaze it (Haha)
But this shit okay ’cause Slimeball extra paid, I ain’t have to pay (Nah)
Sometimes, I just wanna spray (Yeah)
Sometimes, man, I gotta pay (Yeah)
Long as a bitch nigga dead, then it’s good with me, know it’s still on my face (Yeah)
Play with mine, we gon’ step on your face
You ever seen a nigga killed for them faces?
Hitman for the money, he take it (Hitman)
Surgical with this shit, no type of training
Yeah (No, sir), I get wicked with this shit, man (Yay-ski)
Hop out the bushes, he pull in the driveway
When I hit the MAC, I turn that bitch sideways (Grrah, grrah)
Red bandana, yes, it’s over my face
Hood on my head and it’s tight with the lace (What’s brackin’, nigga?)

[Chorus]
Look in my eye, man, you know I’m gon’ spray (Yeah)
Nigga didn’t know, but today is the day (Bah)
Slimeball full, I want his lil’ plate (Big Slime)
Bitch-ass boy, know your ass gettin’ ate (Big Slime)
I got all these hoes at the base (Yeah)
I got all these pills we ate (Ooh)
Twerk that ass, bitch, make that shake (Twerk that ass)
Smokin’ ooh-wee, I feel great (Ooh-wee)
I’m so high, can’t feel my face (Can’t feel my face)
Only thing I felt when I was nuttin’ on that bitch face (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, that shit there was so great (Fuck)
Brought her to my amazing place (Wow)
Came a long way from Section 8 (I did)
Yeah, okay (I did)
But it’s still hood like Section 8 (Woo)

[Verse 2]
Still ride around with a dirty-ass K (Dirty)
On the fool shit all day, tryna play (Dumb)
Nigga just listen the sound of my K (Listen my K)
Brrrt, yeah
Ka-ka-ka-ka, click-clack, baow, bitch, we ate (Pussy)
Up in the stars, we gon’ creep with the moon (Yeah)
A maniac, nigga, fuck your little goon (Murder)
Nigga, you ever went and killed a goon?
Nighttime, turn a wolf to the moon (Nighttime)
Hop up on it, we gon’ blow all your goons (Eat ’em)
Niggas some pigs, we blow through they door
Blowin’ all the smoke, they run to them folks (They run to them folks)
Say they with this shit, but shit never show (This shit never show, man)
Your big homie let you down, nigga (What the fuck you mean, nigga?)
I told you

[Chorus]
Look in my eye, man, you know I’m gon’ spray (Yeah)
Nigga didn’t know, but today is the day (Bah)
Slimeball full, I want his lil’ plate (Big Slime)
Bitch-ass boy, know your ass gettin’ ate (Big Slime)
I got all these hoes at the base (Yeah)
I got all these pills we ate (Ooh)
Twerk that ass, bitch, make that shake (Twerk that ass)
Smokin’ ooh-wee, I feel great (Ooh-wee)
I’m so high, can’t feel my face (Can’t feel my face)
Only thing I felt when I was nuttin’ on that bitch face (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, that shit there was so great (Fuck)
Brought her to my amazing place (Wow)
Came a long way from Section 8 (I did)
Yeah, okay (I did)
But it’s still hood like Section 8 (Woo)


Joey Trap – REMORSE Lyrics


[Intro]
Niggas where I’m from don’t show remorse
I be ’round them niggas by them bricks and by the porch
When up by the trap, I got a beam on my, uh (Sredna in the city)

[Chorus]
When up by the trap, I hide a beam on my Glock
I just left the rollie store like a fiend, bought my watch
I keep buying this designer like I need it to shop
Still remember all them days, was selling beans on the block, hey

[Verse 1]
Girl, what’s hannenin’?
That’s your shorty? I ain’t know, but she gon’ bring her friends
Get my pole and post up on ’em, we don’t play prеtend
Bitch, we smokin’ out the pound, thе fuck you need a ten?
Got a bad yellowbone that get me freaky
I just love it when she try so hard to please me
I just took a thirty, got me sleepy
I woke up in Hennessy and I was knee deep
Got my pack today, what would I wait on
In the Beamer, in that Jag, you niggas skate off, ayy
Pull out that MAC, ayy
Crew with the strap, ayy
City on my back, ayy
They still call me whack, ayy
I still got them Benji’s, I still rock Fendi
Young nigga got plenty, fuck nigga don’t test me
Dumb nigga, we slide on if a dumb nigga try to tempt me
Bitch just my side ho, so please don’t act friendly

[Chorus]
When up by the trap, I hide a beam on my Glock
I just left the rollie store like a fiend, bought my watch
I keep buying this designer like I need it to shop
Still remember all them days, was selling beans on the block, hey

[Verse 2]
Niggas where I’m from don’t show remorse
I be ’round them niggas by them bricks and by the porch
I was in that Bentley smokin’ dutches with a torch
You was on the subway tryna act like you a boss
Who really lost?


Young Stoner Life & Young Thug – Mack Truck Lyrics


[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh, Bird Gang
Birds still fly high
Is you vampin’ or you campin?
Just like them bricks we was stampin’, gettin’ rich, bitch (Capo)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Car drive itself so I don’t need a chauffeur (Skrrt)
F and N in my belt so I don’t need a holster (See that?)
Been gettin’ bread, who the fuck needs a toaster? (Uh)
Shit, I beat the murder like OJ with mimosa
Gloves don’t fit, only thing missin’ is the white Bronco (Woo)
I been tryna get rich off that white blanco (Woo)
Now I’m sellin’ crypto, but I’m not a Crip, though (Uh-uh)
But I got that blue liquid sittin’ in my bank like it’s Hpno’ (East side)
Shit, I’m on my shit, though, like Baby in a Pull-Up
Don’t play, we’ll pull up, just like a pair of Huggies (Got that?)
I put guns on your head just like I gave you a noogie (Grr)
I know drug dealers that was rich and now they turned to a druggie (Damn)
But all in all, no complaints because I beat the odds (You got it)
And you can meet me at the plaza if you need a job
Even the boys know that we be the mob
With the windows up, you can’t see the stars (Woo)
That’s a double entendre if I’m drivin’ the Wraith (Facts)
Keep guns like it’s Contra, ’cause niggas they die when they safe (Stay dangerous)
I’d rather stay dangerous, when you see me fly through the H (Uh-huh)
Bought a new watch and I dropped a pie in the face
I’m a shit popper, but I back it up (Woo)
You get locked in the wrong house, I’ll have ’em pack you up (Get ’em)
On my waist sideways is how the MAC was tucked
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck
If that shit hit you, feel like the MAC was truck, fuck it, haha, shit

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Poppin’, poppin’ all these Roxies, Adderalls, ooh
I’m never stoppin’, land the jet, had red eyes
I’m poppin’ my shit, loungin’ in the pilot den
Watchin’ Power, I ain’t worried ’cause I’m timeless
Drop an earring on the ground, it’s easy to find me
Water on me up and down, you call me Dasani
Jeans by Thom Browne like I was a Chinese
All hell is going down if he try to try me
I’ma spit a hundred rounds out the Tommy
I’m just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny
Diamond worth a hundred thou’ and it’s tiny
I just spent a hundred thou’ and it’s tiny
I’ma spit a hundred rounds out a Tommy
I’m just worth a hundred, wow, that was funny


Rowdy Rebel – Jesse Owens Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Rowdy Rebel]
Uh, haha, yes, grr, haha, woah
Ah, boom, ah-ah, ha, come on, boom, ayy
Ayo, NAV, what’s up, bro? Backed in my zone
And, yeah, I’ll put some more nigga shit, ah-ah-ah (Gang, brr, huh?)

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’

[Verse 1: NAV & Rowdy Rebel]
Gotta drop on an opp, where is he? (Where is he?)
Slide in that corner, get busy (Get busy)
Look at my chain, shit get frisky
I’m rockin’ Elliot diamonds, no kizzy (No cap)
All my shooters givin’ out head taps
I ain’t goin’ inside no club with no blicky
Got your girl backstage at my show
And I signed three letters on her titty (That’s “NAV”)
GS9, XO, pushin’ your wig back
4-5-6, get a head crack
Drivin’ inside the foreign
Watch everybody move every time I back, back
Most of these people gon’ fold under pressure
Your big homie turned to a rat, rat (Rat)
Gettin’ free bands, I’m gettin’ to the guap
Like Tarantino, I got racks, racks (Racks)
Two-tone dollar, got a two-tone Glock
Got a yellow-bone bitch with a two-door drop
Do it for the thrill, my shooters do drill
In a Hellcat and they get away from the cops
Run into me, I’m a rebel like Rowdy
When I’m in my city, I feel like John Gotti
Put some respect on my body
So much money, think I joined ‘Luminati (Yeah)

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’

[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
I’m off the Addy, I’m geekin’ (I’m geekin’)
I’m in the spot, I’m tweakin’ (I’m tweakin’)
We might just up for no reason (No reason)
All of my diamonds is freezin’ (Freezin’)
All of my diamonds from Eric the Jeweler, he make my shit cooler
My diamonds is wet like a sewer
I told him to bust up my shooters
‘Cause all of my shooters, they gon’ take care of the mula (Woo)
Slide through your block with a MAC (With a MAC)
I ain’t talkin’ bout no sleeze (No sleeze)
I’m talkin’ ’bout this .30, attached (Attached)
Check this MAC, I got in the V (Woah)
I’m in the back of the Bach with a MAC
I’m tryna clear off the scene (Off the scene)
I got my bitch in the car, she drivin’
She ain’t gon’ tell what she see (See, woah)
I make her bust off a Perc’ (Off a Perc’)
Then make her get down on her knees (On her knees)
I put my Glock in her purse (Her purse)
‘Cause it show in my Amiri jeans (Jeans)
I got a bitch that’s a nurse (A nurse)
She always take care of my needs (My needs)
All of my hot boys on go (On go)
They all gon’ put on for the team (For the team)
Bet you they cover they mouth (They mouth)
They ain’t gon’ talk or speak (Shh)
They gon’ just drip when you park (What?)
And run up that shmoney machine

[Chorus: Rowdy Rebel]
Back in my zone and I’m focused (Uh-huh)
Please don’t start no commotion (Nah)
Y’all playin’, we uppin’, we throwin’ (We throwin’)
Ain’t gotta think twice, I’m blowin’ (Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow, grr)
Me and NAV on a mission to get to the cash, all my money growin’
I done touched down and I ran up a bag so fast like I’m Jesse Owens (Owens)
I got your bitch and she ho-in’ (She ho-in’)
Chain my neck, that shit glowin’ (Shit glowin’)
Ice on my wrist, that shit frozen (That frozen)
Straight to the top, where we goin’? (Where we goin’?)
I’m fresh out the can and bustin’ up Xans
That’s why I’m movin’ in slow motion (Motion)
I bust a dance to hold up my pants
To make sure my Glock ain’t showin’ (Grrah)

[Outro: Rowdy Rebel]
Showin’, showin’, showin’


Melvoni – CURTAINS Lyrics


[Intro]
KimJ with the heat
Kookup, wassup

[Chorus]
My name is Baby Face Nel
But take out the Nel so then make the APM replace it
I move with a .38 comes with no shells and no tracin’
We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh
They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking
We doing drugs and we don’t need a perky
Makin’ them nervous, everyone seen a body drop
We don’t do shit behind the curtains

[Verse 1]
They call me “Mel” but it ain’t for “Melly”
But bitch I’m still a menace
We see a opp and we send him to heaven
We comin’ for vengeance
Keep talkin’ cuz my MAC still got like eleven
No plead and no beggin’
You see the gang but ain’t check in then prey to a motherf*ckin’ reverend
Only God can save you, from me
Puttin’ a hole in your face like a bagel

I’m in the back in all black
And this jacket ain’t puffy it’s all straps
Heard the opp niggas rappin’ they all wack
Talk about what we did man it’s all facts
Talk about what they did and it’s all cap
f*ck around get your whole crew clapped
Whack-a-moley we get your whole crew whacked
‘Cause y’all niggas still on that hoe shit
I come through and we bully your whole clique
Hit ’em up and I feel like a culprit
Got the drop I know just where your folks live
I call Retro we pull up and blow shit
You call police and we do not know shit
Got your neighbors like “what’s that commotion?”
And we just keep knockin’ and knockin’ and knockin’ and knockin’

Your skull ’til it open
And my niggas all at the function
My trigger finger ashy, it need lotion
Put all the opps in the bag just like groceries
Ain’t gettin’ no bread but we still gon’ toast it
I been gettin’ this cake and my pockets is bacon
I’m golden like Curry they see I’m Jamaican
Your bitch on my dick and I swear she so basic
Nut on her face and she just wanna taste it

I know how the feds is
Popped out with all of my steppers
We came in, with a whole lotta F.N and Berettas
Stackin’ my cheddar
Your bitch see me doin’ my thing so she left with the gang and you let her
You couldn’t do better, only do worse
I f*cked the opps mom, hit him where it hurts
Hit him where it hurts, huh?

f*ck that, I wanna put him on a shirt
I wanna put him in the dirt
I want him put hands on me first
Can’t let him put hands on me first
Hollow tips, hit ’em up, rip ’em up
Too bad, get repaired
Paramedics, pick him up, grip him up
And get him the f*ck out of here
Come to your block and I’m throwin’ bombs
Won’t need the assist I threw him the lob, gang

[Chorus]
My name is Baby Face Nel
But take out the Nel so then make the APM replace it
I move with a .38 comes with no shells and no tracin’
We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh
They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking
We doing drugs and we don’t need a perky
Makin’ them nervous, everyone seen a body drop
We don’t do shit behind the curtains


Lil’ Durk – Goofy Lyrics (feat. Future & Jeezy)


[Intro: Future]
Southside
Yeah, Super
Yeah, what we doin'?

[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don't f*ck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don't f*ck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don't f*ck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don't f*ck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin'
Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin'
Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no homis
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy
Switch up for some p*ssy you coochie (lean)
How you bad and boujee? (bitch)
No car, no house, lil' bitch you goofy (goofy)
I wouldn't mind f*ckin' in the coupe (in the coupe)
I wouldn't mind f*ckin', no groupies (no groupies)
I wouldn't mind f*ckin' with goofies (lame)
Send his ass off he a goofy (p*ssy)
Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (goofy)
f*cked the bitch left her in the huncho (groupie)
Lamborghini price go skrt skrt
Young nigga caught a body got right out
In my neighborhood I'm like Tookie (6-0)
Set it off, boozie
Your jewelry gang, foofy (fake!)
You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot
[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don't f*ck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don't f*ck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don't f*ck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies

I don't f*ck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin'
Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin'
Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Coupe from Italy though
I got two of them Rollies
That mean I'm goin' to Boosie
All that dick ridin', no lyin'
Don't know if they're gangstas or groupies
I can't give a f*ck 'bout these niggas
Def ain't textin' these hoes
Sleep with a million in cash
Them my relationship goals
I'm on the phone with a sheik
I'm tryna cop me some gems
I'm in the coupe with a mink
I'm ridin' facto the rims
D.A. know who I am
Galore is I don't give a damn
Open my top like a clam
Bentley as white as them grams
[Chorus: Future]
Only the family involved
I don't f*ck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don't f*ck with none of you goofy, goofies
Only the family involved
I don't f*ck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
I don't f*ck with none of you goofy, goofies
Young nigga thought I was trippin'
Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money
Young nigga thought I was trippin'
Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no hundreds
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
Shit, I bought the goon from Russia


Taysav – Shark Tunes Lyrics


[Verse]
Late nights on that corner used to be everything
They done took away everything from my niggas
Gotta make a way for my niggas
I know Pappy with me in spirit, but that still ain’t good enough
But it’s good enough for them tools bustin’ your moves bust, but that’s stupid stuff
I’m tryna make it out this hellhole, that’ll be the day that hell froze
‘Cause you niggas dumb, brought the devil out
Might as well of brought your shovel out
‘Cause your soul and body goin’ underground, I don’t f*ck around
Hundred bands, that’s nothin’ now
I’ma probably spend it at the summer now, on a summer house
I miss some niggas that’s missing
Step out the frame, take yourself out the picture
Now tell me if you see what’s bigger
Tell me if you see a million
Pappy he gave me the vision
He told me to make sure the fans see the riches
To be out of town f*ckin’ all of they bitches
And pull out the lot bearin’ all of the business
He told me to make sure OG get a mansion
Look after my sister Tamryn
Give her bread just to manage
Give him some bread just to jack it
Go ‘head and splash it, we poppin’ tags ’cause we never had it
I just wanna live lavish, twenty mil in the stash like nigga we made it
I’m feelin’ great but I wanna feel better so I’m gettin’ faded
Perc-30’s I’m takin’, Backwoods what I’m facin’, we done upgraded
Came a long way from not havin’ cable, food on the table
I just want to do better, so in this shit I can’t let up
My own brother got wet up
How do you think that I feel? p*ssy I want to go kill
Thinkin’ like why the f*ck would I chill, if that’s my blood gettin’ spilled, huh?

You niggas don’t know that feeling
You don’t know about stashin’ poles in the ceiling
You don’t know about on the pole in the winter
When a nigga try to leave you froze in December
You don’t know about neck shots in September
It’s a whole lot of shit we don’t talk about
Free the guys locked up, can’t wait ’til they walkin’ out
Them is my dogs and we got lots to bark about
Broad day, night time, we’ll spark it out
I’ll show you what the sharks about
I’ll show you what the boys from the park about
I’ll show you how to blow when I hawk you down
It don’t even feel the same when I walk around ’cause I miss my niggas
On the other side pullin’ them triggers
Poppin’ though like they were that nigga, now you gone
Soon as we hop out I’m already blowin’
Soon as I’m blowin’ I’m already scorin’
Soon as I’m scorin’ I’m already runnin’ out
Shots in his face, like I told you don’t f*ck around
Lil nigga now what?
Me and gang roll him up in a fat blunt
Me and Lu slide down with the gats up
If a nigga ain’t dead, better act slumped
Free the gang for the work, that’s Spazz Out
That’s Shotta plus Lil Steve be back down
Couple days Big (?) be back down
Couple months, Leeky Leek be back down
I don’t know how to act now
So I’m ridin’ with the MAC now
If you try to run, blow his back out
f*ck around, ran up twenty-three racks now
Gonna go blow that, two or three bags now
Glock-22 got twenty-three, back down
‘Fore you get sat down, I got a sack now
I shop at Saks now, I’m throwin’ racks now
Missing my niggas, I wish I was back now, gang


Shantel May – Until I Say So Lyrics (feat. Westside Gunn)


[Intro]
It always gets worse, untreatable time
[?]
She’s still the freshest

[Verse 1: Shantel May]
You wanna put on a show
But I won’t entertain it
Make me feel like I’m slow
You get underneath my skin
I could see through the smoke
I swear, I try to make changes
But we still end up right here

[Pre-Chorus: Shantel May]
I know I told you to leave me alone
And I know this time that I blocked your phone
Now I told you, “Don’t come back home”

[Chorus: Shantel May]
But we’re not done until I say so
Until I say so
Until I say so
Until I say so, until I say so
We’re not done until I say

[Verse 2: Shantel May]
You wanna put on a show
I guess you like their attention
I guess you take me for a joke
I know all your little friends
I find it funny how
You keep sayin’ that you’re changin’
But we still end up right here

[Pre-Chorus: Shantel May]
I know I told you to leave me alone
And I know this time that I blocked your phone
Now I told you, “Don’t come back home”

But we’re not done until I say

[Verse 3: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, grab you by your neck, lick your face
She so pretty with the baby hair, come here, let me taste
Really [?], see-through, I need to kiss your hand, nice to meet you
Took the condom off, let me keep you
Rock [?] on your worst day, smile like the sun shinin’
Mac smarter with the MAC in the linin’ (Grr)
You my wrong way ho, you got it straight off the model pack
Wanted to *** on your face, but you **** that your shit so good
I wanna kill your exes (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
All-timers, we could talk love or breakfast
Sport max, mix, match it, you still the freshest
You my bitch now, I think they got the message
You think you leavin’ me, ever? There’s only one way to exit
And my **** gettin’ desperate (Gettin’ desperate, grr)

[Chorus: Shantel May & Westside Gunn]
But we’re not done until I say so
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Until I say so
Until I say so
Until I say so, until I say so
Until I say


Stevie Stone – Paradise Lyrics (feat. Jenn Em)


[Hook: Jenn Em]
This is no place to go if you’re afraid
Your worst nightmare is prettier than this place (this place)
Just when you think (just when you think)
Paradise awaits
Bodies all over this place (paradise)
Blood all over his face, come on (paradise)
Nobody’s soul is safe (paradise)
You can be the predator or prey
It can go one of two ways

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Ugh, clock strikes midnight
City is woke, bright lights, the invites
Caught up in hype
And rare heights, to where sightseeking
And meeting anything you might like
It’s paradise in one scheme
It’s fine things and more cream
It’s bad bitches and G-stings on scene
On team, living the dream on all scenes
Weed, hard liquor, and codeine
Smoke and mirrors in the arm slot
School of the hard knocks
The night life would love to give you the long chop
Be careful, don’t take that dead end road
The scenery will fool you when it unfolds, it’s so cold

[Hook: Jenn Em]
This is no place to go if you’re afraid
Your worst nightmare is prettier than this place (this place)
Just when you think (just when you think)

Paradise awaits
Bodies all over this place (paradise)
Blood all over his face, come on (paradise)
Nobody’s soul is safe (paradise)
You can be the predator or prey
It can go one of two ways

[Verse 2: Stevie Stone]
Yeah, a second scheme, it gets wicked
Illusory picked it then flipped it
It was all scripted
The lore
Free ticket, evil energy shifted
It’s lifted, it’s gifted to be specific
When will your soul endure?
Backstabbing, MAC grabbin’, back [?]
Havoc happening off [?] or
Live lavish [?]
Package above average, big status for sure
Is your soul secure?
What you open for?
And I’m one to call you
Welcome with open doors
Dusk rises in 25 minutes
Tomorrow you will have started from the beginning [?]

[Hook: Jenn Em]
This is no place to go if you’re afraid
Your worst nightmare is prettier than this place (this place)
Just when you think (just when you think)
Paradise awaits
Bodies all over this place (paradise)
Blood all over his face, come on (paradise)
Nobody’s soul is safe (paradise)
You can be the predator or prey
It can go one of two ways


YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rich As Hell Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
17
D-Roc

[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell

[Verse 1]
Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin’, my niggas haulin’
Niggas be talkin’ and I catch ’em walkin’
I do this often, fuck it, I off ’em
Know that I got ’em, you know I’ma stalk ’em
Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off ’em
All this smoke, it got me coughin’
MAC’s-11, I be steppin’, bitch, I’m reckless, I’m dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain’t tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I’m with it, hmm
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan’ play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail ’em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won’t tell ’em
Talkin’ on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell

[Verse 2]
Whip that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a nigga be kickin’
I got cases pending, I got THC, it’s liquid
If I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin’ up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin’ it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don’t sniff that
‘Cause bitch, I’ma kick you out, you know that we ain’t with that
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don’t talk, bitch
I don’t care ’bout what they talkin’, fuck her best friend, bitch, I’m rich
Fuck your man man, ho, I’m lit
Plus my whole clique full of pits
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can’t drip like this

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail ’em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won’t tell ’em
Talkin’ on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

[Chorus]
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can’t sleep
I’m staying up, I’m tossing, turning
That’s them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That’s from me cuttin’ ’em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it’s gon’ kiss you and won’t never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don’t talk loud, I don’t need a scale
Plenty money, but I’m still thuggin’, this the rich as hell

[Outro]
17
D-Roc


NAV – Addicted to the Fast Life Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
I’m addicted to the fast life
I was broke, now that’s my past life

[Pre-Chorus]
I got a diamond necklace, diamond bracelet (Yeah)
Bad bitch, ass done, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing (Yeah)
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Chorus]
I’m addicted to the fast life (I just wanna go fast)
I don’t know who I fucked last night (But I know she had a ass)
I was broke, now that’s my past life (Left that bullshit in the past)
Blow a check, I got my cash right (Spendin’ all this cash)

[Verse 1]
I’ve been blowin’ cash, I been smokin’ gas
I just took a half, I gave the other half to Cash
Remember when I rang her down, and she ain’t call me back
Now when I’m in my city, bitches don’t know how to act
This famous shit feel wack now, gotta trace my tracks now
Cameras on attack now, bitches sneakin’ snaps now
Try me, you get clapped, we in the club without a pat-down
Told ’em not to worry, body still won’t put the MAC down
X to the O, snipin’ hoes, designer clothes, bags of, dope
Lambos, Rangers, Roves, lots of gun smoke
When the fast life stress me out, the drink make it slow

[Pre-Chorus]
Diamond necklace, diamond bracelet
Bad bitch, ass done, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Chorus]
I’m addicted to the fast life (I just wanna go fast)
I don’t know who I fucked last night (But I know she had a ass)
I was broke, now that’s my past life (Left that bullshit in the past)
Blow a check, I got my cash right

[Verse 2]
Smoke inside my ride, pull up to the vibe
Red all in my eyes, screamin’, “Fuck the other side”
We winnin’, you can’t lie, yeah, we certified
I ain’t scared to die, screamin’, “Fuck the other side”
I just bumped into a bitch I fucked the other night
She said “hi” and I said “bye”, yeah, I’m laughin’ while she cryin’
I been gettin’ money, runnin’ out of shit to buy
But there’s lots of drugs to try, get codeine and get some Sprite
Turned the studio to a trap, left the Rex and I ain’t goin’ back
Where the crack and all the straps at? It wasn’t cool to wear a knapsack
In the hallways playin’ Blackjack, skipped class, never passed math
Teachers that said I wouldn’t be shit, they linin’ up with a bus pass

[Pre-Chorus]
Diamond necklace, diamond bracelet
Bad bitch, ass done-, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Chorus]
I’m addicted to the fast life (I just wanna go fast)
I don’t know who I fucked last night (But I know she had a ass)
I was broke, now that’s my past life (Left that bullshit in the past)
Blow a check, I got my cash right


Young Thug – Just How It Is Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

[Verse 1]
Put it in a Uber, send it to a shooter
Ask me how they do it, kickin’ shit, Ryu, Ken
Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab
Hit ’em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed
Cash on the delivery (Ayy)
G.O.A.T. talk of the century (Oh)
No time for gibberish, all the critics hearin’ this
All the bitches lipstick, and her pussy slippery
I can call a troop, go by the name of Duke
Kidnap a kangaroo, I can send a moose (Woo)
Niggas stole a chain, but I ain’t worried, fool
I’ma keep on spinnin’ ’til they tell me who

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is

[Verse 2]
I don’t gotta throw you shit like Kaepernick, nah
I got seven bitches with me, Kaepernick
Yeah, R.I.P. Nipsey, I can tell you how they get rich
I can tell you how to die or how to live in this bitch
I can tell you how to talk the most impeccable shit
I can show you how to walk like you got decimals, bitch
Show you how I can get the top from all the top ten bitches
I got white Adderalls and I have amoxicillin
I got lights on, baby, I got moths in this bitch
No fly zone, caught you like you’re mouse in this bitch
Growin’ tycoon and I took some losses, you bitch
I’m a boss, but I don’t like to take a loss in this bitch (Wheezy outta here)
Such a player but I cake and cuddle all of my bitches
I got layers, I got millions, I got all type of buildings
Fuck around and air the pussy nigga out like linen
Last nigga tried me, almost got popped in Lenox
As the cops, ask the detectives, they know all the business
Ask the cops and the detectives, all the jury districts
Ask the kids at school who ambitious, all the missions
Gave the lawyer close to two mil’, he handle all the killings
I don’t know and I don’t wanna know who ‘flodged Bentley’s
I don’t know what’s goin’ bro, I think they all spillin’
We don’t speak ’bout shit on wax, it’s all mob business
We known to kill the biggest cats of all kitties

[Chorus]
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin’
I done did the jackin’, now I’m full rappin’
I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch
Had to wear the dress ’cause I had a stick
You know where the bag at, tell me where it is
I came from rags to riches, I’m the shit
I can no longer disguise it, bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I got cars galore, lil’ bitch, ’cause I’m rich
I escaped every one of the licks ’cause I was supposed to be rich
I don’t care nothin’ ’bout no cop, I’m tellin’ you just how it is


Lil Uzi Vert – R.I.P. Chico Lyrics


Play this song

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan‚ we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man‚ I miss lil Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me‚ he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on duo (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular‚ I tapped out from the deep throat

[Refrain: Lil Uzi Vert]
What’s up with your homie? (What’s up?)
I can’t fuck with him (Yeah)
Them lil’ bitches know me (No)
Oh, not you again (Whoa)
I can’t pull up four deep
Need room for your friends (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, what you saying? Uh, tell me what you saying, uh
Serving sand, uh, in front of the cam’, uh
Counting bands, huh, on top of the land
You’s a fan, yeah, we [?] put you down, yeah
Took a stand, yeah, that boy, he’s a cancer (Bitch)
20 bands, yeah, 20 get you canceled (Bye-bye)
Swerve that Range, yeah, this is not a Land Rover (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh (Ooh), ooh (Chico)
Ooh (Ayy, three hoes, ayy), ooh (Oh)
Uh, understand (Understand)
Ooh, you don’t understand, understand (Understand)
What I had to do as a man (As a man)
Just to make it all the way from the land (From the land)
And still able to go to the land (To the land)
I’m still stunned that he really took the stand
But that’s okay, we cut his ass off like a branch (Like a branch)
Ooh, I got all the sauce, don’t need no ranch (Don’t need no ranch)
MAC-11 got your outfit damped (That’s the MAC, yeah)
Yeah, and my necklace shining like a lamp (Lamp)
These niggas don’t want it with my team (No, they don’t)
Yeah, I texted his girl at 4:03 (1600, yeah)
Yeah, I found out he was an O-P-P (1600, yeah)
Shawty walked past, act like he ain’t on me (Ooh)
‘Cause he know I had that 30 on my belt (On my belt)
Got them hollow tips so you can’t scream for help (No, you can’t)
Now you laying all on the floor
You did that for 304
That we don’t even own
She fuck with a nigga from way back
That gave her her own
Thousand dollar cologne
Ring, ring, which phone?
I’m so high, I don’t know
I’ma show you broke niggas what getting money about (‘Bout)
My mansions so big inside, damn near I put a house (House)
Diamonds on my wrist, these shits is wetter than her mouth (How?)
Cause a murder scene, pick up the bullets, now we out (We out)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I got all types of guns
My block like Pakistan, we got choppers with the drums (Skrr)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they faneto
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & G Herbo]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Remember I walked out my house to a shootout, it was veto (Woo)
This was way before I was toting my pole
But he did the stain, he ain’t need me though (Ayy)
2010, ran two, three poles
Me and lil’ [?], them know what we on (What?)
And now I go out field, two, three rolls (Ayy)
Run up a 50 on two or three shows
And my boy Uzi get 80 a show (80 a show, what?)
So we got all the hoes
Told my jeweler, “Man, I don’t wanna see no gold” (Pointers)
I want all of those (Ayy)
And we can’t wait for a new opponent
Free smoke, we want all of those
50 round drum stay up on us
Draco, flippin’ them car right over
I go nuts for my fallen soldiers
First like the Rover, I’m not [?] (Ayy)
Long live [?], ooh, [?] (What?)
Just talked to [?] about [?] the other day
He said, “Wish I was home”
Can’t let no fuck nigga see me cry, only when I’m alone (When I’m alone, R.I.P. the nigga)
Smoke dope when I’m alone
Pray the Lord’ll let me go blazin’ when he call me home
I ain’t seen them Ms, let me go brazy ‘fore you call me home
I made a hundred Ms, I been touched the Ms

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Man, I miss lil’ Danny, why it had to be Chico?
I just talked to Stizzy, he said they finito
Late night watching with the Glocky in my pea coat
Swervo said he rockin’ with me, he put that on veto (2, that’s real shit)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, I put that on [?] (Ooh)
One more time for Chico for my bros
I’ma throw this money and tonight I’m fucking three hoes
They were kinda regular, I tapped out from the deep throat


DJ Snake – Smile Lyrics


Play this song

[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Introducing the world famous T R A P S O U L king
Sing yeah
Huh, wassup‚ baby?
Ha‚ yeah‚ I see you, girl, you stylin’
Ayy‚ you stylin’
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Must be hard to keep ’em off you, girl
I know they wanna go, they must be
Uh‚ fiendin’ for it, honestly, I’m dreamin’ for it
I can see, I can see you finally (Yeah)
Singin’, yeah, you had enough (That’s right)
I can tell you had enough (Slow down)
And the bill keep addin’ up
Got dressed for the night, you bad as fuck (You bad)
Giddy up, keep backin’ it up (Keep back)
Her lips on MAC, no truck
If her nigga keep actin’ up, I’m
Hmm, that’s right
I’m, I’m on it, yeah
Right, you can tell I want it, yeah
Walk back, girl I had to hop on it, girl
Let’s call it a night, you damn right
Cool with me if you stayin’ the night
He blew your high like dandelion
You make your wish, I grant it right

[Chorus]
I’m only ridin, ridin’ out then slidin’ out
‘Less you right there beside me
Glidin’ down the street
I like to see you smilin’
Yeah yeah, you know I like to see you smilin’
Ain’t seen it in a while
A while
Y-Yeah, I like your smile, ain’t seen it in a while, while, while
Yeah, uh-huh
I said it’s been a while, while, while (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Ayy, and you keep that head strong
I could take that edge off
Girl, you know my sex great
My weed is good, my bed soft
Let me take them pants off
Pull every single layer off
Nope, I don’t play at all
And ya had to lay him off (That’s right)
Little boy slacked on the job (That’s right)
That boy work quarter time (Time)
He no work overtime (OT)
You can tell him it’s over now (It’s over)
Go tell him I hold you down (You down)
That nigga won’t slow you down
Wanna see you go forward now (Ayy, I got ya)
Wanna see you go forward now (Forward now)
Gotta keep you going now (Goin’ now)
I can’t let you throw it down
Let me light your torch now (She fire)
He like to dim your light
Girl, I’m just glad you know it now
I can’t even ride Porsche now

[Chorus]
Without you there riding, riding out then slidin’ out
‘Less you right there beside me
Glide down the street
I like to see you smilin’
Oh yeah, you know I like to see you smilin’
Ain’t seen it in a while
A while
Y-Yeah, I like your smile, ain’t seen it in a while, while, while
Settle down now
Yeah, uh-huh
(Been a while)
I said it’s been a while, while, while (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Know I miss you smilin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, been a while
Baby what’s been going on?
And your smile been missin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, been a while


Future – Talk Shit Like a Preacher Lyrics


[Intro]
I’m lovin’ it
Yeah
Tell you some shit, I’ma tell you some shit
Yeah
(Check this out, check this out right here, okay, okay)
Word
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers, yeah
I done fucked my teacher
Talk shit like a preacher (Talk)
On the corner with a beeper (On the corner with a beeper)
Never sat in the bleachers (I never did)
Ball harder than a player in the game
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Woo, woo)
Cartier my eyes (Cartier my eyes)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Trap)
Wanna hit it on flight (Hittin’ it)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Made the car go skrrt (Skrrt)
Got light blue lights (Light blue lights)

[Verse]
I wrapped in saran (I wrapped in saran)
I fucked it, I’m payin’ (Fucked it, I’m payin’)
We go to Japan (We go to Japan)
We shop when we land (We shop when we land)
And I got a 4-4
Strapped up, goin’ loco (Cuckoo)
Makin’ over the Richard Mille
Gettin’ fresh like photo (GoPro)
Uh, I am the original bop (Uh)
I spill it up, they gon’ mop (Uh)
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh)
Ching ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Lowkey, Richie Rich, don’t tick tock (Huh)
Hot, hot, hotter than a matchbox (Huh)
King Pluto came off the back block

[Chorus]
I designered my sneakers (Huh)
I done fucked my teacher (Huh)
Talk shit like a preacher (Huh)
On the corner with a beeper (Huh)
Never sat in the bleachers (Huh)
Ball harder than a player in the game (Huh)
So fresh it’s so illegal (Fresh)
I’m in trap hall of fame (Trap)
Cartier my eyes (Swoop)
Trap ’til the sunrise (Swoop)
Wanna hit it on flight (Swoop)
Tryna get me a vibe (Get me a vibe)
Put your head on my pipe (Head on my pipe)
Make the card go swipe (Card go swipe)
Got light blue lights (Car go uh)
Made the car go skrrt (Light blue)

[Outro]
Pink diamonds like a crack rock (Uh huh)
Exotic bitch on my Black Card (Huh, huh)
Ching, she done hit the jackpot (Woo)
Please, please, make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)
Make sure you keep that MAC cocked (Huh)


Shoreline Mafia – Moving Work Lyrics


[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I make money, break money, can’t no nigga take from me
Boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin’
I’m with Rob Vicious, we’re not chasin’ no bitches
We been chasin’ the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
We everything that you isn’t, my niggas handle they business
We not fakin’, no snitchin’, I put my trust in no bitches
We up in the kitchen, saran wrappin’ and sippin’
Heard that pussy nigga dissin’, ‘nother chop for the victim
I’m a dope dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin’
Robbin’ niggas, poor runnin’, fuck around and blow somethin’
I been in the trap but a nigga makin’ show money
Hatin’ ass broke lil’ niggas makin’ no money

[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
I know why you niggas hate me, ’cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil’ homie love them Glocks
Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious ’cause I’m vicious in the pot
Went from sellin’ junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
I got problems
Niggas steady talkin’, but you niggas don’t want drama (Nah)
Pull up on you tweakin’, shootin’ pistols at your mama
I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
Might fuck your baby mama for drama (Gang)
Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin’ out the llama
Sucks when niggas die and it ain’t even ’bout no commas
Work a nine to five and you won’t even spend a dollar
I grind for me and mine, that’s why these kicks on me Prada
Went from robbin’ niggas to shippin’ my brother product
Niggas talkin’ crazy, that’s what got the party shot up
He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
Who shot him? that fifty gon’ bless him for talkin’ ’bout us

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse

[Verse 3: Ohgeesy]
Two sixes, that’s a Desert, I do shit you niggas doesn’t
Poured it up with my lil’ cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn’t
In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain’t no cap
I just did a sixteen, I ain’t talkin ’bout no rap
Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill
Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill
You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils
So I keep pushin’ pills, ridin’ ’round with that steel

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse
Flippin’ work, sippin’ dirt
She gon’ ride, I’m gon’ hit in reverse
She been practicin’ and she rehearse
And I’m a pussy killer, leave it in a hearse


Lil Durk – Is What It Is Lyrics


[Intro]
Southside
DJ on the beat so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

[Verse 1]
I need that check right now
I’m in the stu’ off the X right now, yeah
Rollin’ on air right now
Fuck around, text their ex right now
You not so tough right now
You in my city, you a guest right now (Uh)
We ain’t gonna talk about drip
I’m in Chanel, you in Guess right now (Pussy)
I hit the road for the shows
Just run up, gon’ bring their poles with ’em
A lot of these niggas so lame
Don’t pull up, you ain’t got your loads with ’em
These bitches be playin’ with their nose
I pull up with a bag of Cole Bennett
I pull up on Izzy for gold
55K for some gold pendants
I’m sellin’ drugs to my tenants
Broke niggas always try to come with opinions (Yeah)
Ridin’ through the city in a Bentley
Could’ve been tinted, Chanel, but I want that Bentley (Uh)
Realest nigga that you’ve come upon
Free Ralo, he run up a marathon
Good gas like a Marathon
Killin’ shit with their hazards on
A fresh 20 just to add it on
I put 20 in my Rag & Bones
Type of shit I be braggin’ on
Make a call, put a ratchet on you
You a goofy, they gon’ stash it on you
You ain’t gang, don’t ask for money
O.T., they tax to join

[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check

[Verse 2]
I’m standin’ on couches with CCs
Gotta watch out ’cause they shootin’ up FEFEs
They told me don’t go without bein’ ’round killers
‘Cause killers be watchin’ these VVs
You think he a killer, but his ass a goofy
I heard he be ridin’ the weewees
His lil’ bitch be trippin’
She ask for some Gucci, but she know she get on her knee-knees
Audemars, bust it down, 30, I bust it down
Niggas won’t lower the pounds
You vouchin’ for clowns, you can’t come around (Pussy)
Nowadays, niggas fight, these niggas gon’ pull out cell phones
Nowadays when we fight, my niggas gon’ pull out a nail gun, yeah
One call for raw beef, they tryna nail somethin’
Don’t condone the violence
But if you gon’ nail him, nail him ’cause they’ll tell somethin’
No threats on the internet
I told my guys don’t go way into that
Next time don’t have your kids with you
I’ma tell lil’ folks to go finish that
Go get the Bentley, MAC
I nut on my bitch with a pretty ass
You not right there, where you really at?
I’m on the Lam’ with 300 guys, yeah
You not a street nigga
You see a shootout, you gon’ get excited
You not a street nigga
Instagram watch your murder, you gon’ get indicted, yeah
Now my page on private (Page on private)
Now my phone on silent (Phone on silent)
I ain’t tryna answer no questions (Answer no questions)
I don’t know what happened (Nah)
All I know is he was cappin’, trippin’
Callin’ my phone, tellin’ his business
I don’t wanna hear ’bout no killin’
And you ain’t one of them niggas who killin’

[Chorus]
Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain’t scared
Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
He said that he ain’t tell, what he said ain’t gon’ stick
Fly in, then you don’t fuck, then I’m not payin’ for your expense
I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain’t the kin
Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
I’m fuckin’ up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
I need that check, I need that check, I need that check


Lil Yachty – I’m the Mac Lyrics


[Intro]
DN, DN, DN
Dropped out of school, that shit was for the pussies
Rockin’ ice, that shit, that got me pussy
Ooh, niggas tryna overlook me
Say what you want, just don’t push me (Uh)

[Chorus]
I’m the mack, I’m the mack
Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, ooh (Yeah)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, ooh (Yeah)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack
Keep a sack, fifty racks, a’ight (Ooh)
Baby, have a talk with your son
That nigga lookin’ like a sack, huh (Bitch)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, huh (Mack)
I’m the mack with the MAC, huh (I’m the mack)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Mack)
Minor setbacks for major comebacks, ooh (A’ight)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Skeet)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Skeet)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Ooh)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
Lips, I wanna fuck on them lips (Uh)
Baby got natural hips, yeah (Ooh)
Beat from the back while she drip (Drip, drip, drip)
Hey, these niggas pussy like Tom
These niggas wastin’ my time (My time)
The brokest nigga love to chime
In, out, been ’bout
Ben Franks, ask the bank
I may hit lick like a Jumpman
Doin’ donuts like a stuntman (Skeet, skeet, skeet)
Somebody slide me some oil, no tin man
Can’t ride in your whip, ain’t no tint, man
Bitch (Uh)

[Chorus]
I’m the mack, I’m the mack
Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, ooh (Yeah)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, ooh (Yeah)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack
Keep a sack, fifty racks, a’ight (Ooh)
Baby, have a talk with your son
That nigga lookin’ like a sack, huh (Bitch)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack, huh (Mack)
I’m the mack with the MAC, huh (I’m the mack)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Mack)
Minor setbacks for major comebacks, ooh (A’ight)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Skeet)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Skeet)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Ooh)
I’m the mack, I’m the mack (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


6ix9ine – BREAKIN IT DOWN Lyrics


[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (you fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (what)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (ywhat)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
You know we ain’t making a sound (big stupid)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wish I could bring Pun back, blaow, nigga, run that
‘Til they let Rowdy out, we gon’ let these semis out
Wish I could bring Stacks back, Chad, let the MAC clap
‘Til they free Biggavel, gotta give you niggas hell
Blicky make the nigga yell, beam hit his knees
Made him scream, when that nigga fell, shootout with the law
Or the morgue ‘fore I sit in jail, niggas say they love me
I can see it in these niggas eyes, they don’t wish me well
I don’t need their company, they smilin’ when a nigga fell
Seein’ that I’m poppin’, then the shotgun, like the third round
Order stitches for these snitches, dead men tell no tales
Diggin’ ditches for these niggas, toss ’em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga, road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, “So trill”?
Nigga, this is New York, make the wrong move
And the goons let the tool spark, work hard and move salt
8 Ball like pool holes, cracked like the pavement
Diesel like the gas station, trap out the basement
Blow in the Pyrex, mask on our faces
Let ’em act sketch, but this lead will erase ’em, on gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine & Hudson Flo]
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)
I’m breaking it down (stupid!)
A scam, I heard that boy running around with the packs
So I’m taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold (fucking dummy)
You know we ain’t making a sound (what)
You thinking about playing around with my respect
I’m making it blaow (blaow!) I’m making it blaow (blaow!)

[Verse 2: Hudson Flo]
Creeping through the darkness


Lil Pump – Multi Millionaire lyrics


[Intro: Lil Pump]
Oh
Lil pump, yeah
What’s up?
How’d it go last week?
Eh, eh, uhm
How’s your man now?
Yeah, Huh (Huh)
Danny I See You

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty, oh)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Took thirty bands out to bust down pipe
Got your baby mama off a Tesla and she sniffin’ white
Fuck that bitch two times, I ain’t know that that’s your wife (oh)
And I got hungry for some wings so I took a flight (eh)
If I die, bury me with two bust downs on my wrist
Drive for mollys on my casket add three pints of Actavis
My house made is super thick, my house made is super thick
She finna go clean my house then she finna suck my-
Owh

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, oh
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (let’s go)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (let’s go)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (oh)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, multi-millionaire
Oh, and my headlights on a deer
I can make a bitch stop stare, oh (stop stare)
Had to go cop two pair, oh
Gucci coat over my glare, oh
Know who I fear, oh
I can fuck ya bitch in a chair (let’s go)
These moves is nothin’ (lets go)
I’m gettin’ the money
I fucked your lil’ bitch took her right out of London
I’m gettin’ this sounds as I keep it a hunnid
You look at my chain and that bitch is so sunny
It’s muhfuckin’ cold, it leave ya nose runnin’
I got a bitch live out and don’t look at money
I’m move with the I drum and I’m bought like I’m drummin’
Got Uzi’s and MAC’s in my Bentley truck
Let’s go

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Multi-millionaire, aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (oh)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)
Multi-millionaire-aire
Multi-millionaire (oh)
Multi-millionaire (yeah)
Multi-millionaire (damn)
If you rich put your bust down in the air (bust down)
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’ (thirty)

Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
Multi-millionaire
If you rich, put your bust down in the air
I just got thirty pile shit through the mil’


2Pac – Why U Turn On Me (Original) Lyrics


[Intro]
Ahaha niggas love turning this shit ol’ switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers, just be friends
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up, get it up (never thought it would come through)
Hahaha.. used to had love for ’em, why you turnin’ on me?
Why me? Yeah nigga westside, how you do it boy?

[Verse 1]
I went from, nothin’ to somethin’ now they all wanna see me fallin’
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
They say we hate the East coast, but that’s funny
Got a lot of love for, any nigga gettin’ money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas tripped
It was hip-hop until 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch
Y’all niggas hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggas get paid
Have me catchin’ cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin’ three strikes
And we might, just blast God bless the child, that can get cash
But all these niggas turnin’ and never learn
Got a long line of niggas player hatin’ me but gettin’ burned
Talk a lot of shit but you’s a trick in drag
Like the MAC make you fall back and stick yo’ ass for back stab

[Chorus]
Never thought it would come through
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Why y’all trippin’?
Heheha
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Although two juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playin’ catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin’ drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin’ brew
What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {​*laughter*}​
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck ​Wendy Williams​ and I pray you choke (fuck you, you fat bitch)
On the next dick down your throat
For turnin’ on me

[Chorus]
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Fat bitch can’t fuck with me
It’s Thug life biaatch
I used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Outro]
I fuck around and put a hit on your fat ass
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen Wendy Williams​ fat ass?
Why you always wearin’ spandex, you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat ho’
I’m puttin’ Jenny Craig on you bitch
I’m about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
Through Jenny Craig to come find yo’ ass
And put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It’s 2Pac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn’t like what I said about that other trick
And Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga!
If a nigga didn’t want to get talked about
He shouldn’ta stepped in the fuckin’ ring
If Tyson don’t want to get knocked out
He don’t step in the fuckin’ ring, that’s how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that’s what 2Pac gon’ do
When niggas come against me, I’ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin’ other
This old motherfuckin’ nigga in the South told me nigga
It’s more than one way to skin a cat
It’s more than one way to shoot a gat
It’s more than one way to die nigga
When I’m through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
Why y’all turnin’ on me? Why me?


Nicki Minaj – Sorry lyrics


[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Hey baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin’
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I’ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin’
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don’t want another nigga
I wanna make you ’bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got ’em screaming like a temper tan
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn’t fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I’m in a rush)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit ’em with it, I’mma kill ’em with that wine wine
Ain’t losin’ watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin’ it’s that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it’s a fine line

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas

[Verse 2: Nas]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I’m hidin’
She still grindin’ on me, smilin’ at me
I’m like “Hi, I’m Nasty”
God bless ya, met ya
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn’t disrespect ya
Later on, I undress ya, couldn’t wait to sex ya
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that’s how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together’s too much for the world, sorry

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You be Nas


Moneybagg Yo – Exactly Lyrics


[Intro: Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
[?]
Can’t hear you
Punch me in
Do it all over

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Back then she ain’t fuck with a nigga, but now she wanna cuff me
My sack bigger
Fuck on her, I leave
I’m that nigga
Dope on top of them trees like cat litter
I ain’t choosing no side, I stay in the middle
How the fuck he gon’ ride? He ain’t kill a nigga
I got over two bodies like John Diller
[?], we done hung niggas
Wockhardt on the bottle, that’s actually
Crack the seal
What I’m pouring up? Actavis
New Ferrari, buy it
I put a MAC in it
Yellow bitch, big booty
I’m smashing shit
From the gutter, fuck the rapping
I’m jacking shit
Money talking
Nigga playing, we smashing shit
[?], nigga know that we cancel shit
Fully loaded, fully ammo, immaculate

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’? let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic
Hey!

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
(Bagg)
For that pack I want exactly what I told you
And that’s closure
Dispensary out in Colorado, keep a backwood full of doja
Machine gun ‘cross the shoulder, wake the whole house up
Folgers
Shawty tripping on poster, like I’m ‘posed to
She want exposure
Six cars, I’m more than mobile
Rockstar, I’m never sober
Shit at all, what I owe them exactly?
Two for one, only one was a baddie
Plug hit, say he having contractions
That mean yay on the way (any day)
Straight off the block to a billboard spot
That mean I’m hotter than May

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’? let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic

[Outro]
Tay Keith too bangin’


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