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  • Nav – Chirp Lyrics (feat. Quavo)

    [NAV:]
    (Mmm, my phone gon’ chirp, mmm)
    (My phone gon’ chirp) Yeah, yeah whassup? (My phone gon’ chirp)
    (My phone gon’ chirp) Um, I’m still, I’m still recording
    You wanna come by? (My phone gon’ chirp)
    (My phone gon’ chirp, gotta bend these Percs)

    Breakin’ down, get a brick like a Kit-Kat (Ayy, yeah)
    Rockin’ all designer clothes but it’s mismatched (Ayy)
    I don’t ever worry ’bout where a bitch at
    Drivin’ packs on the road, had to vis’ that (Let’s go, brr)
    I’ma get the Rollie slime green, slatt, slatt (Slatt)
    She movin’ out the way every time a bag back (Skrrt)
    Spend a hundred fifty K, get my wrist wrapped
    I could put the money up, I know I get it back
    Both of my pinkies got riggity-rocks (Bling, rocks)
    I could get birds by the flickity-flock (Brr)
    Shoppin’ in Paris for drippity-drop
    Makin’ hits, I never flippity-flop (Flop)
    I can ‘t just let any bitch into my spot
    Before you get in, are you f*ckin’ or not?
    All tanks on top, I don’t care for the box
    She on the way, I fell asleep on the Wock’ (Yeah)
    Pullin’ out bitches from the crowd at my show
    Like a hood girl, I don’t like pink toes (Yeah)
    I think I’ma keep her, I’m impressed by her throat
    Bought the bitch a Benz with a Prada pink coat (Yeah)
    Yeah I pop pills, I been rollin’ all day
    Ain’t a bad bitch in my city I ain’t slay (Yeah)
    Wake up in the mornin’ ‘fore I eat a good cake
    Don’t wanna hear your problems, got a lot on my plate

    [NAV:]
    My phone gon’ chirp (Brrt)
    Drivin’ Bentley, vert (Skrrt)
    Try to put me in the dirt (Dirt)
    But I broke the curse (Curse)
    Cash said, "Eighty for a verse" (Yeah)
    Said, "You got half, less work" (Yeah)
    Almost got attached to the Percs (Percs)
    Pop another Addy, go to work (Skrrt, let’s go)
    [Quavo:]
    Sippin’ on drank (Syrup, drank), sippin’ on drank (Sy-syrup, drank)

    Told her put the money in her skirt (Skrrt)
    Told her, "Bend that ass," she squirt (Squirtle)
    Diamonds gon’ bling like blurr
    Drip, clear water, pure water, surfer (Oh)
    Flip, l this money I get (Cash)
    Pullin’ up money, I’m watchin’ your bitch, strip, strip (Pop it)

    [Quavo:]
    My whip is exotic, my bitch is exotic
    And we on the block with narcotics (Narc’)
    AK won’t fit in my pocket, we order five profits to the tropics (Oh)
    I want two humid M’s ain’t no option
    We keep on poppin’ pills ’til it’s toxic (Yeah)
    Dirty the money, laundry, had to wash it (Yeah)
    I put the bounty on him, had to drop it (Drop it, uh)
    On the phone, put ’em on a lil’ lick (Brrt)
    If you hit, I’ma get a lil’ rich (Brrt)
    Don’t call if it don’t make sense (Don’t call)
    Don’t make cheese it don’t make sense (No, no)
    Got too many tings on the leash (Too)
    Good dope make ’em turn to a fiend (No)
    Alicia (No), Alicia (Alicia), Alicia when I play with the keys

    [NAV:]
    My phone gon’ chirp (Brrt)
    Drivin’ Bentley, vert (Skrrt)
    Try to put me in the dirt (Dirt)
    But I broke the curse (Curse, ain’t no mind)
    Cash said, "Eighty for a verse" (Yeah, yeah)
    Said, "You got half, less work" (Yeah, let’s work)
    Almost got attached to the Percs (Percs)
    Pop another Addy, go to work (Skrrt, let’s go)
    [Quavo:]
    Sippin’ on drank (Syrup, sippin’ on drank)
    Sippin’ on drank (Sy-syrup, sippin’ on drank)
    Told her put the money in her skirt (Skrrt)
    Told her, "Bend that ass," she squirt (Squirtle)
    Diamonds gon’ bling like blurr
    Drip, clear water, pure water, surfer (Oh)
    Flip, l this money I get (Cash)
    Pullin’ up money, I’m watchin’ your bitch, strip, strip (Ayy)

    [Quavo:]
    Mmm-mmm
    Mmm-mmm, mmm
    Mmm-mmm
    Mmm-mmm, mmm


  • Jeezy – Oh Yea Lyrics

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    [Intro: Jeezy]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Alright, alright
    104
    Oh yeah
    Yeah, what’s up?
    Uh, uh

    [Chorus: Ball Greezy]
    Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
    Why his AK got a drum on it?
    Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
    Why the nigga sell cocaine?
    Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
    Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
    Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
    And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

    [Verse 1: Jeezy]
    Dropped two-fifty on the vert
    And I got it all out the dirt
    Oh yeah, feds hit the spot on the first
    12 lost two when it hurt (Goddamn)
    Oh yeah, caught a cell charge, made bail
    Then I went and bought me a scale
    Oh yeah, is the nigga blind? I can’t tell
    He readin’ them bricks like braille
    Oh yeah, dawg touched down from the feds
    Say he ’bout to dig up his bread
    Oh yeah, chopper get to choppin’ ’bout the bread
    Cost that boy an arm and a leg
    Oh yeah, used to get the Remy out of trunks
    I was really, really, really in the hood
    Oh yeah used to get the bricks from Lauderdale
    When I’m down there I’m really, really good

    [Chorus: Ball Greezy]
    Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
    Why his AK got a drum on it?
    Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
    Why the nigga sell cocaine?
    Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
    Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
    Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
    And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

    [Verse 2: Jeezy]
    Rolex before the record deal (Swear to God, nigga)
    Traphouse did five mil’
    Why these niggas don’t like me?
    And yet they tryna be just like me
    Oh yeah, came straight from the dope game
    Still smellin’ like a whole thing
    My wrist sore, I need some Rogaine
    Flex dancin’ like Soul Train
    How you want it, nine or the TEC?
    The money counter faster than a jet
    Oh yeah, bitch called twice, she got nerves, man
    95 South, she got curves, man
    Started off hustling on the curb, man
    Hit ’em with the brrt, bought a bird, man
    Oh yeah, you either get it or you got it
    Just know you can’t live without it (What’s up?)

    [Chorus: Ball Greezy]
    Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
    Why his AK got a drum on it?
    Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
    Why the nigga sell cocaine?
    Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
    Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
    Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
    And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

    [Interlude: Jeezy]
    What’s up?
    You already know what this shit is, nigga (Oh yeah)
    Either you got it or you don’t
    Either you got it or you gon’ go get it, nigga
    Oh yeah, what? Yeah
    Why he got a gun on him?
    Multi-milli’
    But we still movin’ like that though
    Huh, woop
    104, nigga
    This shit for real, nigga, hah
    Ball Greezy, I see you, baby
    Haha, ah
    Lauderdale, what they do, get them M’s up, nigga
    Huh, Snow

    [Chorus: Ball Greezy]
    Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
    Why his AK got a drum on it?
    Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
    Why the nigga sell cocaine?
    Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
    Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
    Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
    And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah


  • Young Thug – What’s Your Move Lyrics

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    [Intro: Young Thug]
    (BL$$D)
    I just let lil’ mama suck me up, girl
    Bitch tryna grind [?] of the both, girl
    I jumped out the Porsche and when straight up girl (Straight up girl)
    You can leave your trousers here, you know the world

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    What the move?
    I’m tired of earnin’ you
    I’m tired of spyin’ on ya’
    Tried to paint my shoes
    I made it rain on you
    When it was hard to maintain too
    I was playin’ games with you
    Like you could never play games too, yeah, woah

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
    Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
    All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
    Crystal cut pointers and charm
    35 thousand for a duff
    Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
    [?] Millie [?] with the [?]
    35 thousand for a duff
    You make it twerk for me
    You get the percs for me
    80.000 of for her Burgy’
    You get the verse for free
    I make her worship me
    I might cop her a verse from me
    Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
    You want a bag, oh no, no, no
    That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
    I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
    That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

    [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Drip, drip, no shoestring my sneaker, won’t trip
    My jeans, they so tight, they don’t fit
    Still I walk around with a stick on my hip
    VVS diamonds right behind my lip
    Don’t walk with less than 50 on my wrist
    Diamonds so cold on my neck, it got me sick
    Raf Simons mix it up with the Rick’
    Flexin’ on these haters who sent me “My bad”
    Made it from the soil, made it from the rags
    Richer than your first, richer than your last
    L U V, know I got the swag
    Pop a rubber band, pop another Xan
    I groove around, party pack with hand
    I’m seeing double lookin’ through my lens
    Tell me what you want, I just want your friend

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
    Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
    All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
    Crystal cut pointers and charm
    35 thousand for a duff
    Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
    [?] Millie [?] with the [?]
    35 thousand for a duff
    You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
    You get the percs for me
    80.000 of for her Burgy’
    You get the verse for free
    I make her worship me
    I might cop her a verse from me
    Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
    You want a bag, oh no, no, no
    That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
    I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
    That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy

    [Verse 2: Young Thug]
    Diamonds they cook my wrist
    Leg it, they fuck all the skits, woo
    Left wrist sittin’ on a brick
    Bitch had it ‘lot like a pig (Shee)
    Fist work came for the shit
    Grab a AK for the wrist (Grab AK)
    Gorilla, rub your Bape on a bitch
    Shoot your card K on a bitch (Bitch)
    We livin’ state to state on a bitch (We livin’ state to state, yeah)
    We never ever play with the bitch (We never ever play no)
    Do everything the same on a bitch
    We only pick the brain of the bitch
    I thought to [?] big bills on a bitch
    I got a few C’s on a bitch
    I made another lead on a bitch
    My diamond ’bout to [?] bitch

    [Bridge: Young Thug]
    What’s the move?
    I’m tired of earnin’ you (Oh yeah)
    I was tired of spyin’ on ya’
    Tried to paint my shoes
    Make it rain on you (Rain)
    It was hard to maintain too, uh
    I was playin’ games with you
    Like you couldn’t play games too, hey, okay

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    You just gotta tell me what you want (Tell me what you want)
    Louis Vuitton diamond, keep calm
    All you do is point at what you want (Point it up)
    Crystal cut pointers and charm
    35 thousand for a duff
    Nigga tried to buy the cash cost
    [?] Millie [?] with the [?]
    35 thousand for a duff
    You make it twerk for me (Twerk)
    You get the percs for me
    80.000 of for her Burgy’
    You get the verse for free
    I make her worship me
    I might cop her a verse from me
    Turn to a V.I.P, ya’ll nigga work for me
    You want a bag, oh no, no, no
    That nigga droppin’ and poppin and ringin’ on my door
    I make her sit up and suck it, she fuckin’ at my shows
    That nigga scared of, it’s so funny, she suckin’ assholes, ayy


  • The Underachievers – No Detectives Lyrics

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    [Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
    Niggas love to scream at players while they sitting in the rafters
    Step, reveal and get embarrassed like when Cass ripped up Dizaster, I’m like half Marilyn Manson
    The other half a young scholastic
    (?) Sid vicious, confidence of Young Mick Jacker
    I be rolling stone, rest in piece to Peep whoever overdosed
    We third and goal, I’m Brady off the snap
    You know we going home, since last year been in my zone
    Give all hell no cortizone, that nigga pops his weakness shows
    The cold heat will let him know, Twisted off the gnac
    While twisting up the pack, used to cop it by the half P
    And move it in the trap, My nigga Juice had the weight
    That nigga put us on the map don’t let the colored hair fool you
    Nigga live with the strap, you can see it in the scars
    Coulda died to be richer, went to jail and did a bid
    While just trying to make a flip, used to push weight in crack cars Since nigga was a kid, my lil home caught a charge
    And we ain’t seen him ever since (Lawd, lawd)

    [Hook : AKtheSavior]
    I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
    No detectives in that single life
    Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
    Play your roll or pay the price

    [Verse 2 : AKtheSavior]
    Drop the location, Pull up in spaceship like its an invasion
    AK a starter you on the bench waiting, internet beefin then step to the pavement, niggas retreat before we get to sprayin’
    Just like a roach but I strike you like Raiden (Uh)
    I get the bag and I stack it up stack it up that be the simple equation (Uh) Took me a Mario mushroom and leveled up
    Lord be witness my niggas shoot heaven up
    I don’t do regular, hot like a nebula (Uh)
    She gave me top and I severed her
    I be the alien and I’m the predator (Uh)
    Watch me clear out the perimeter
    Niggas talk loud but inside they be feminine
    Open the cabinet the reefer my medicine (Uh)
    Hate when they see me like nemesis
    I keep it humble and reap all the benefits
    She getting loose for the hell of it
    I’m wearing Prada you know what that represent
    She throwing it back she competitive
    Soon as I hit it she losing her membership
    I had to VS my tennises
    Now my shit hittin like Venus and Tennis hit

    [Hook (x2) : AKtheSavior]
    I got 2 hoes for the night, Shoutout to my exes
    No detectives in that single life
    Rent the coupe I’m breaking lights, Soldiers close I earn my stripes
    Play your roll or pay the price


  • The Underachievers – Tokyo Drift Lyrics

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    [Verse 1 : Issa Gold]
    No I don’t copy no waves
    I surf on your chick while you take her on dates
    I ain’t tryna slay, fuck minimum wage
    We stole all the bases my nigga we safe
    Keeping the grip hid it next to the waist
    Kill for my niggas don’t care bout the cage
    Shorty was with it don’t care what I say
    She know I’m a G and she fuck with the gang (Yeah, yeah)
    Nigga the coldest mack, got chicks on my almanac (Yeah, yeah)
    Smoke out the cul de sac, she blitzing the quarterback (Yeah)
    Never was friendly I’m straight
    Nigga a lame see the hate in his face
    Real ones salute all the fake can’t relate
    You blowin the boof now she hit like its laced
    Screaming shoutout to my niggas we safe
    Look at my phone got hoes on the way
    Switchin’ my lane still up for debate
    Leaving the rest for my niggas to take (Facts)
    I’m a superwinner with no cape
    I plow a nigga down he get in the way
    I roll another pound I’m liftin’ away
    She top me off in whip ain’t no time to waste

    [Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
    Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
    Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
    Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
    Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away

    [Verse 2 : AKTHESAVIOR]
    I blow the finest, only ride designer
    She wanna cut so I name her katana
    Live out my luggage fly like I departed
    The niggas I’m with been the same since I started
    AK the illest I’m just being honest
    High like a pillar when I hit the chronic
    I got the knowledge and turn it to power and now they say I’m ‘luminati, She got them niggas to make a deposit they layin’
    We catching a body, Ain’t got no limit I’m bout it when figures is piling my niggas is down to get rowdy
    Gemini I be impatient, I need a payment
    Ain’t no way to get around it
    Nigga you not on my wavelength, I been up training
    Like Piccalo in the moutains
    Green in my eyes but I don’t wear a scouter
    Look at her nose its still got a lil powder
    Give me that mouth and she swallow the chowder
    Tell her goodnight and I pray for her father
    All on my own so I don’t owe you nada
    I’m in disguise when I’m rocking that prada
    Been an Amiri you niggas just follow
    I’m a trendsetter my style never borrowed

    [Hook : AKTHESAVIOR]
    Uh, Yeah, Stuck in my ways, try to run up get the pump to the face
    Uh, Yeah, What a mistake, ain’t no movie now his Spirit Away
    Uh, Yeah, I got the pay, shawty see me try to give her a raise
    Uh, Yeah, Soon as I slay, tokyo a nigga drifting away, Uh yeah


  • Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

    [Intro: Gunna]
    Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
    Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
    Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
    Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
    I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
    I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
    Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
    I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
    ‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
    Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
    You could use my nut to cleanse your face

    [Verse 2: Gunna]
    Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
    I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
    Look and see I’m straight
    We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
    Gotta keep an AK
    These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
    Pull up in a Porsche
    See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

    [Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
    I drip on my dawg’s stage
    I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
    I fucked her at Ross place
    I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
    Cashed out on some dog, yay
    You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
    I blocked a thot today
    Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
    I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
    If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
    New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
    Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
    Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
    I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
    No realer than this
    Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
    Slime in that bitch
    I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
    Two hundred a fist
    One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
    Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
    They hit up my mans
    They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
    I ran up them M’s
    Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

    [Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
    Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
    Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
    We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
    Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
    Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
    Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
    I don’t got no time to be late
    I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
    Hey, constantly dodging the grave
    The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
    Gotta keep the family straight
    We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
    I done ran up a whole mil’
    I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
    Got racks all inside the safe
    If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

    [Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
    Top off the Benz, the one with no space
    It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
    I had her bent inside of the Wraith
    The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
    I had to sprint all way to the end
    I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
    Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
    These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
    The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
    I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
    I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
    You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
    My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
    My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
    I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
    The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
    YSL, we the guys
    We murder him and his tribe
    I show you around like a spy
    This city is mine ’til I die, ah
    Patek the rock, ah
    Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
    Perfectly aim for the top, ah
    Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
    Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
    Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
    I creep in the spot
    It’s knot knots on me on the way out
    Got too many vibes
    She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
    Keep sendin’ him Dots
    I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
    You sent me a dyke
    I fucked her so good, I got her back right
    It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
    But I never want the key to the heart, nah
    She say my music art
    And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
    We really came from the A
    My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

    [Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
    Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
    Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
    We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
    Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
    Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
    Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
    I don’t got no time to be late
    I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
    Hey, constantly dodging the grave
    The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
    Gotta keep the family straight
    We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
    I done ran up a whole mil’
    I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
    Got racks all inside the safe
    If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

    [Outro: Gunna]
    Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
    Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
    (Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
    Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)


  • Belly – Numbers Lyrics

    [Chorus: Belly]
    I pull up in four-door Bugattis
    Four-wheel Ducatis
    Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
    Threesomes like a hobby
    Addies made me zero in
    Two point nine, these five tsunamis
    Seven boppers in the lobby
    We the new Illuminati
    All my bitches keep six
    In case twelve tryna find me
    Do the math, do the math
    45’s like the army

    [Verse 1: Belly]
    I’m a pipe her like Rowdy
    Free Max, free Bobby
    Get Whoopty on the phone
    He’ll know what to do with the body (death)
    Set Persiles on a little couch, till I put my mama in a real house
    Pills all in my little pocket, and they got me geeking like a meal house
    Too many fake waves
    It’s a real drought
    I feel like eight days, with the AK earn the real clout
    Fuck your two cents
    You wouldn’t even give me two cents when my pennies scuff
    Earned it all it was never luck
    Millionaire with the semi-tuck
    Now you wanna pull a Hemi up
    Just so you can come and drink the Henny up
    Fake shit, it was never love
    And really fuck it if it really was

    [Chorus: Belly]
    I pull up in four-door Bugattis
    Four-wheel Ducatis
    Got at least two hoes beside me (ten)
    Threesomes like a hobby
    Addies made me zero in
    Two point nine, these five tsunamis
    Seven boppers in the lobby
    We the new Illuminati
    All my bitches keep six
    In case twelve tryna find me
    Do the math, do the math
    45’s like the army

    [Post Chorus]
    Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
    Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
    Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
    Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)

    [Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
    I just counted five million dollar cash
    All 5s, 10s, and 20s
    Got to know that that’s the dope money
    Got to know I got the code, homie
    Drink, bring a chopper hit him up, aye
    Plank, play dead sit him up, aye
    Bricks on bricks, yeah we Billy Love (Billy Love)
    Bitches act thirsty so we fill em’ up
    Ion like the rap game (ion love the rap game)
    Ain’t none these niggas real as us (ain’t none these niggas, none these niggas)
    Going back to the trap game (going back to the trap)
    Selling bricks out the Bentley truck (cocaine Bentley truck)
    Then I’ma hit em’ up
    I used to be a stick em’ up
    Black hoodie with the ski mask
    When you see me nigga get em’ up (you know what it is)
    I’m a dope boy cause I sold dope, boy
    You ain’t no plug cause you owe one boy
    You ain’t cool with no Mexican, you don’t know one boy
    If you say you got M’s then show one boy
    Just bought the Patek the one with no ice
    Just knocked that bitch, the one with no lights
    And I used to get government assistance, food stamps no lights

    [Outro: Belly]
    Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
    Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
    Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)
    Doing numbers, doing numbers (add it up)


  • Future – WIFI LIT Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Zaytoven
    Woah, woah, woah
    Woah, woah, woah, woah

    [Chorus: Future]
    Gone in the sky, over 20,000
    I keep my wifi lit
    I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
    I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
    Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

    [Verse 1: Future]
    I leave a bitch in the cold, oh
    I don’t act poor no more
    I left her sitting at the Loews, oh
    ‘Cause she wasn’t touching her toes, no
    I’m on some rich nigga shit
    It’s all about rich nigga timing
    Fully loaded whip
    I’m gone curve you kindness
    I’m in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can’t find it
    I got stacks on me and they won’t fit no wallet
    I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket
    I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki
    I’m on another wave
    Cut the head off the Porsche
    Running with a pack of wolves, ain’t no extorting
    VIP with AK’s, very important
    Always riding with a gas torch
    Always riding with a mask
    Young nigga playing with a pinky ring
    Cost over 500 bags
    Already know your homie singing, they ’bout to get him wacked
    Soon as you let up, relax
    That’s when they waiting to attack
    Platinum majority of the plaques
    Striking it off like a match

    [Chorus: Future]
    Gone in the sky, over 20,000
    I keep my wifi lit
    I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
    I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
    Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

    [Verse 2: Future]
    You came from public housing, you serving hand to hand, oh
    You got that good salmon, and smoking it fresh out the can
    You know how to stir your bowl up, you know how to flip your bands
    I’m bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan
    I know the opps they thinking foul, we ’bout to take out they mans
    We got to make some bullets shower, show you we ain’t playing
    You gon’ smell this gun powder, it’s gon’ make you dance
    I’ve been counting it up for hours, done cramped my hands

    [Chorus: Future]
    Gone in the sky, over 20,000
    I keep my wifi lit
    I spend over 5,000, that’s just on one fit
    I’m not going back no more when I ain’t have shit
    Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick

    [Outro: Future]
    Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa
    Wifi lit
    Pass the bitch, woah, woah, woah
    That’s an assist
    Cooking grits, woah, woah, woah
    Half a chicken
    Fuck your clique, woah woah, woah, got them sticks
    Wifi lit, wifi lit
    Wifi lit
    Wifi lit
    Wifi lit
    Wifi lit
    (Auntie, auntie)
    Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood
    JB, know I mean
    [?], I got you
    You hear me
    Let’s go!


  • Fetty Wap – Look At Me Lyrics

    [Intro]
    I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (cash)
    What do you say?
    I do this everyday baby, I know you see the money when you look at me (when you look at me)
    What do you say?
    I do this everyday baby, I can tell by your face that you came to play, baby
    Yeah-ah

    [Chorus 1]
    Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
    Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
    I can spend this money on a diamond if you let me, yeah
    I be getting money all the time, come and check me, yeah

    [Bridge]
    Baby, let me tell you, you a dime
    Baby, let me tell you, you so fine
    I’ll never let a nigga waste your time
    I can spend this money on a [?]

    [Chorus 2]
    Baby, let me tell you, you so fine, you so sexy, yeah
    Baby, let me tell you, you a dime, baby let’s be friends
    Baby won’t you hop up in my ride (skrrt, skrrt)
    I’m about to pull up, be outside (skrrt, skrrt)

    [Verse]
    What do you say? I do this everyday, baby (yeah, baby)
    I love to see your pretty face, baby
    I love it how you move the waist, baby, ayy
    And I love the way you taste, baby
    Baby if you were to pick a car [?] (skrrt, skrrt)
    And I love your face, your eyes, your style
    Baby, if you were to vacay pick an island
    I’m ballin’ out, this a payday
    [?], said she’d like an R8
    I got ‘Big Zoovie’ on my carplates
    Said you’d walk, baby this a [?] day
    And I hate niggas ’cause they all lame
    So fuck what you say now, I do this shit everyday
    They say I shoot like [?], get the fuck out my way
    I got a Glock and AK now, my niggas don’t play around
    We follow, you stay now, then shoot up the playground
    So what do you say? I do this everyday, baby
    Don’t run on the opps, they’ll pull up to your place baby
    30-clip on the Glock, you know I keep me safe baby
    I keep gettin’ this guap and throw it in the safe baby
    Yeah-ah

    [Outro]
    What do you say? Yeah
    What do you say? What do you say?
    What do you say? I do this everyday baby
    What do you say? I love your pretty face baby
    What do you say? I love the way you shake baby
    What do you say? I love the way you taste baby


  • Playboi Carti – No Time Lyrics

    [Intro]
    (Yeah)
    Wake up in the mornin’ know I gotta do this shit
    Ay let’s do it
    (Cannon)
    Yeah, hey, heyo, hey, hey yeah

    [Chorus: Playboi Carti]
    We ain’t got time
    I drop my demons out
    Where my mind
    Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
    Seein’ diamonds
    All these niggas they cappin’ right here
    They stay lying
    We ain’t got time
    I drop my demons out
    Where my mind
    Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
    Seein’ diamonds
    All these niggas they cappin’ right here
    They stay lying

    [Verse 1: Gunna]
    Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin’ my line
    Ya cap like Mitchell and Ness lil’ nigga stop lyin’
    Check, they was talkin’ ’bout lil’ ma live my life
    Chop that chicken and shrimp cut in my rice
    Spanish bitch come and pipe me I can make my wife (My wife)
    She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes
    Me and Cash Carti got them sisters ’bouta put ’em on a flight (Put ’em on a flight)
    Diamonds in my Cartier lens
    You can see ’em at night (See ’em at night)
    Call Balmain, ask ’em why my jeans so tight (jeans so tight)
    Trippin’ off lanes, I don’t think you really wanna ride
    Guns don’t want mine on you, you not my kind
    5,6,7, so many watches ain’t wastin’ my time

    [Chorus: Playboi Carti]
    We ain’t got time
    I drop my demons out
    Where my mind
    Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
    Seein’ diamonds
    All these niggas they cappin’ right here
    They stay lying
    We ain’t got time
    I drop my demons out
    Where my mind
    Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
    Seein’ diamonds
    All these niggas they cappin’ right here
    They stay lying

    [Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
    My bitch fine
    You in line
    My big bank
    These niggas been mine
    But my diamonds keep bitin’
    These hoes be bitin’
    These niggas be bitin’
    Wish on a bone yeah (fillet)
    Got a bitch on the line right now
    Say she got Molly, yeah
    Sorry, I don’t do sour
    A-W-G-E you know me
    Cold outside I need another sleeve
    Yeah, ballin’ on yo’ hoe like Kobe
    Dunkin’ on yo’ hoe like no D
    Bald head like Ginóbili
    Piru, watch my nose bleed
    That boy dead
    Arm and leg
    AK
    Turnin’ your head, take yo bag

    [Outro]
    We ain’t got time
    I drop my demons out
    Where my mind
    Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
    Seein’ diamonds
    All these niggas they cappin’ right here
    They stay lying
    We ain’t got time
    I drop my demons out
    Where my mind
    Ridin’ ’round town with a bad ass bitch
    Seein’ diamonds
    All these niggas they cappin’ right here
    They stay lying


  • RiceGum – Fortnite N Chill (Fortnite Rap) Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Ok (yeah)

    [Verse 1]
    Pull up to the crib
    You got to come thru the gate (yeah)
    Ion gotta pool
    I take a swim in the lake (yeah)
    Only 21
    But they compare me to greats (yeah)
    AK just like TayK
    But I’m not in the race (yeah)
    Hate it when you say it
    When I’m not in your face (yes)
    You just see my style
    And you copy and paste
    I can be a filter
    And punch you in your face (yeah)
    Or
    I can be a realtor
    And put you in your place (yeah, yeah)

    [Chorus]
    We got drinks (yeah)
    We got ice (ice)
    Spend the night (night)
    For a night (a night)
    Fuck with Rice (yeah)
    Just might change your life (yeah)
    I’mma kill it (geek)
    Fortnite (yeah)
    Fortnite (Fort)
    Fortnite (oh)
    I’ma kill it (uh)
    Fortnite (yeah)
    And she with it (yeah, yeah)
    For a night (Fortnite)
    I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
    Fortnite (die, die, die!)

    [Verse 2]
    She wanna ride with Rice (Rice)
    She wanna private flight (back)
    She wanna slurp the juice (woah)
    She wanna stay for a night (yeah)
    Clout G-A-N-G (yeet)
    Make sure you spell that shit right (yeet)
    I break down the trees (woah)
    Tilted towers how I lean
    Ooooooh
    Ooooooh
    I’m goin’ so far (so far)
    Been in every city
    Like a postcard (yeah)
    Drive that fucking Bentley
    Like a Go Kart (cool)
    Cuban link around my neck
    Look like a GOLD SCAR (yeah, yeah, yeah)

    [Chorus]
    We got drinks (yeah)
    We got ice (ice)
    Spend the night (night)
    For a night (a night)
    Fuck with Rice (yeah)
    Just might change your life (yeah)
    I’mma kill it (geek)
    Fortnite (yeah)
    Fortnite (Fort)
    Fortnite (oh)
    I’ma kill it (uh)
    Fortnite (yeah)
    And she with it (yeah, yeah)
    For a night (Fortnite)
    I’ma kill it (I’m kill it)
    Fortnite (die, die, die!)


  • DJ ESCO – Light Show Lyrics

    [Intro: Future]
    Tarantino with me
    Lights!
    YFBG, nigga
    Every time we step out

    [Chorus: Future]
    Light show, light it up!
    Light show, light it up!
    Light show, light it up!
    Light show, light it up!
    When I step out, light show
    My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
    Cartiers up to my elbows
    Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    When I step out, neck glow
    When I pop out, UFO
    Ill rain, melee
    Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    When I step out, light glow
    Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
    Wrist real cocoa
    Pinky ring, white show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show

    [Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
    My wrist mean, light show
    I’m goin’ green, Geico
    A murder scene, might go
    Pretty thing, thot hoe
    I got big rocks
    I’m goin’ big clocks
    I fucked up big top
    She gave me big top
    [?]
    Taliban sold that rock
    Gucci tag down to my sock
    [?] J’s on top
    Look like 10 big rocks
    I might go fuck on my side hoe
    Diamonds on my neck, that light show
    Shinin’ in the dark, that night glow
    [?]
    Let her off the leash, she like to fight hoes
    Ain’t no IDs at the night shows
    [?]
    Fuckin’ on the team with the [?]
    [?], right toe
    [?]
    Real diamonds on me no light zone

    [Chorus: Future]
    Light show, light it up!
    Light show, light it up!
    Light show, light it up!
    Light show, light it up!
    When I step out, light show
    My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
    Cartiers up to my elbows
    Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    When I step out, neck glow
    When I pop out, UFO
    Ill rain, melee
    Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    When I step out, light glow
    Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
    Wrist real cocoa
    Pinky ring, white show

    [Verse 2: Future]
    Iced out lookin’ like a lamp, yeah
    Ice on my wrist catch cramps, yeah
    100 [?] on my neck
    100 hitters in my clique
    Young nigga pull up wit’ a stick
    [?] camera roll, gotta [?]
    Got a blizzard sittin’ on my wrist
    I’m the wizard, everything lit
    I wet the galaxy (yeah!)
    That’s a fatality (yeah!)
    Ice in my [drink?] (yeah!)
    Boostin’ my stamina (yeah!)
    Ice my ring (yeah!)
    Ice my hoes (yeah!)
    Wit’ kilos, (yeah!)
    I wipe your nose (yeah!)
    1000 karats (yeah!)
    Had a bitch starin’ (yeah!)
    I just be glarin’ (yeah!)
    Are you comparin’? (yeah!)
    Oh, this ain’t McLaren (yeah!)
    My hoe and my [?] (yeah!)
    I play wit’ them falcons (yeah!)
    Like I play for the Falcons (yeah!)

    [Chorus: Future]
    Light show, light it up!
    Light show, light it up!
    Light show, light it up!
    Light show, light it up!
    When I step out, light show
    My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
    Cartiers up to my elbows
    Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    Light it up! Light show
    When I step out, neck glow
    When I pop out, UFO
    Ill rain, melee
    Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
    Light show
    Light show
    Light show
    Light show
    When I step out, light show
    My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
    Cartiers up to my elbows
    Crushed ice, nigga, night glow


  • Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, French Montana, Bad Bunny, J Balvin & Ozuna)

    [Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
    21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
    Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
    Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
    Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
    Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
    That’s it right there, Gnealz
    This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
    Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
    (Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
    Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
    *Guwop*
    (Lil Pump, Woah)

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
    My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
    I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
    I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
    Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
    My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
    I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
    I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
    Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    Lil Pump
    Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
    Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
    Run with the yay, drum on the K
    Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
    Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
    Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
    Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
    L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
    Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
    Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
    Woke up in [?], Bam Bam Bigelow
    Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
    Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
    Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
    Lil’ bitty bitch, got a big booty though
    She a dancer but a grade A student though
    Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
    Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
    Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
    Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
    My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
    I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
    I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
    Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

    [Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
    Serpiente’ de cascabele’
    Cabrón, hay nivele’
    Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
    Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
    Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
    Me tiran tos’ los bandos (prr)
    Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
    Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ Dickies (Dickies)
    Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy (Krippy)
    Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
    Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
    A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
    No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
    Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
    Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
    Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
    Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
    Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
    La cartera con la’ avispa’ (prr)
    La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
    Y otro se fue de la lista
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
    Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
    Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
    Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
    Blanquita pero culona
    El bicho me lo lesiona
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
    My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
    I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
    I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
    Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

    [Verse 3: 21 Savage]
    Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
    Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
    Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
    Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
    Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
    Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
    Got an FN and a Draco
    But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
    I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
    You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
    I run through the money like it grow on trees
    You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
    Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
    I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
    Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
    She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
    My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
    I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
    I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
    Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

    [Verse 4: J Balvin]
    Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
    Botella de champaña en mi mano (en mi mano)
    A veces hasta perdiendo gano
    Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
    No juego fútbol (wuh)
    Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
    Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano (wuh)
    Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
    Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión (ching)
    Gucci el pantalón
    Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo’)
    Dinero como un talibán (ah)
    Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
    Quieren comprar pero no les da
    Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
    Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
    Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta (‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh)
    Solamente se realista (‘tamo’ claro’)
    Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ (hahaha)

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
    My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
    I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
    I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
    Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

    [Verse 5: French Montana]
    Haaan, Montana!
    Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
    Was yellin’ "Ha" way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang
    Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
    Nipsey, Snoop and them
    Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
    Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
    French had the franchise
    With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
    Nah, you ain’t like me
    You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
    Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
    Made a hook, you ain’t like me
    Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
    Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
    Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
    Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
    They gave Max life in the system (huh)
    Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
    Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
    My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
    I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
    I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
    Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

    [Verse 6: Ozuna]
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
    La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
    Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
    Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
    Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
    ‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
    Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
    Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
    Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
    Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
    Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
    Viste cuando optó por la escalera
    Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron "El sonido ‘e la disquera"
    Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
    Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
    Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
    Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
    Porque saben qué
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
    La corta la guardo en el M6
    Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
    Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
    Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

    [Chorus: Lil Pump]
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
    My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
    I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
    I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
    Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
    Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
    My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
    I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
    I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
    Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
    Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)


  • NF – No Name

    [Verse]
    Look, people ask me what the future is
    All I know is I’ll be doin’ this
    All I know is things are moving quick
    That’s convenient for me ’cause that’s how I live
    Now they see me out here movin’ up
    You don’t like me, that makes two of us
    Time change, yeah, I can’t adjust
    Yo, it’s who you are not who you was, oh my
    Yeah, just went to Europe, they said the single is working
    I think I’m learning, I am way more than what people might think when they look on the surface
    What is my purpose? Yeah
    That is a question that I have been asking myself and it hurts
    ‘Cause it’s prolly something I should already know but I don’t know it yet, I’m tryna grow as a person, woo!
    I’m sick of people tellin’ people I’m here ’cause of marketing dollars, oh
    You think that everything is gonna blow just ’cause you market it harder? No
    I got my hands in everything, now they out here tryna get to me
    Stop tryna lecture me
    You don’t compare to my level of thinking, so why do you think you compare to my energy, huh?
    Small circle, but the number’s growin’
    Fame called me, I’m like, "How you doin’?"
    Hung up on him, I ain’t ready for it
    I’ll get back to that when I make album four
    Less talking, I’ve been workin’ more
    Better me is what I’m workin’ towards
    Y’all judgin’, but we not in court, no, we not in court, oh Lord!
    Last couple years, let’s recap
    I make a livin’ off of writin’ out my regrets
    I’m doin’ me, I don’t care where the scene’s at
    Try to give me feedback, I don’t really need that
    I used to walk on stage in a V-neck
    I used to wear a lil’ tie with a black vest
    I came a long way, why you lookin’ upset?
    I’m tryna paint a picture, get the vision, you ain’t hear it yet, woo!
    Look, hold up, hold up, wait a minute, please
    Flow’s switchin’, I got ADD
    Brain scatters when you play the beat
    It don’t matter what you say to me
    I’ll be doin’ this at 83
    I’ve been doin’ this since ABC’s
    In the major leagues doin’ major things, don’t play with me, woo!
    I’m livin’ life in the fast lane
    Wake up every morning thinkin’ I’ma have a bad day
    Drive my own car, I don’t like the valet
    Parked, then I go into my mind with an AK
    Shoot every thought in my head then it rotates
    Losin’ it all, but I think that I’m okay
    Who is involved? I don’t know, but I’m insane
    Poof! And I’m gone, wanna call me a no name, what!?
    I’m prolly not what you thought
    I’m prolly not what you thought
    I used to judge everybody that wasn’t like me ’til I learned it was wrong
    Girl told me I should get it together and get out the dark
    I’m tryna give her my heart
    That’s when I sit in my car, writin’ for hours until I can barely talk
    I mean, where do I start?
    Feels like I’m fallin’ apart
    Act like my image is hard
    I always put up my guard
    Even when talkin’ to God
    Sit in my room and I plot
    Everything that I’m not
    Comes out in the music I jot
    I give it all that I got
    I give it all that I got!
    I’m tryna think out the box, no!
    Yeah, I got people standing outside a bus screaming my name
    I don’t come out and take pictures, they tell me I changed
    I don’t smile in VIPs, you get mad like, "You know what I paid?"
    Guess I don’t know what to say
    Guess I don’t know what to say
    I leave it all on the stage
    I leave it all on the stage


  • 21 Savage & Metro Boomin – Pause

    [Intro]
    Aye
    Hunnid K spent on a whip
    Hunnid K spent on a whip
    Hunnid K spent on a whip
    Young Metro
    Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
    Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
    If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

    [Hook]
    Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause
    Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause
    Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause
    Pause
    Whipping up dope in the pot, pause
    30 round clip on my Glock, pause
    Pull up then somebody shot, pause
    Pause

    [Verse 1]
    Niggas callin’ 12, yeah, niggas callin’ 12 (21)
    We keep it in the street (bitch), we don’t want your ass in jail (bitch)
    I got clientele (skrrt) off that triple beam scale (skrrt)
    Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale (21)
    I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt (belt)
    15 hunnid on my main bitch hair (21)
    Yeah I’m real right, I took a oath not to tell
    If you try the gang, we gon’ shoot you like Adele (pop-pop-pop)
    I was runnin’ up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man
    I got a four hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man
    AK hold two hunnid, man, pull up in a mini-van (ooh)
    Suckin’ on her titties, man, she gon’ fuck me an’ my man (what?)
    I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I can’t
    I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank

    [Refrain]
    Yeah, pause, yeah, pause
    Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
    Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
    Wow, pause, wow, pause

    [Verse 2]
    Hit the dope, pause (skrrt)
    Hit your ho, pause (skrrt)
    Whip the bowl, pause (skrrt)
    Rob the stove, pause (skrrt)
    That was back in the day (the day)
    But I still walk ’round with K’s (the Ks)
    But I still catch me a case (a case)
    Shot to the head, to the face (the face)
    Bitch, I’m gon’ stay in your place (your place)
    Bitch, I might nut on your face (your face)
    Bitch, I might nut on your buddy (your buddy)
    Bitch, ain’t no lovin’, no cuddlin’ (no cuddlin’)
    Bitch, I’m gon’ shoot like I’m Butler (Butler, pow)
    Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause
    Young Savage cuffin’ these hoes, (nah)
    I ain’t got nothin’ but dick (but balls)
    I be on syrup like i cough
    Young Metro know that he hot, sauce
    Wanna see me, then it’s gon’ cost
    Went from the projects to a loft
    Since I was young, I done broke laws
    Since I was young, I done broke jaws
    She suck the dick like she got four jowls
    Bitch I’m a dog with no pause

    [Refrain]
    Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
    Hol’ up, bitch, hol’ up
    What you talkin’ bout?
    Bitch, bitch, it ain’t ’bout no check
    Bitch, bitch, I don’t wanna hear that shit
    Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch
    Bitch, trynna nut on all on your main bitch
    Bitch, bitch, I’m still with the gang, bitch
    Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch

    [Outro]
    Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho
    Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow
    Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo
    Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo
    Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo
    Ayy, I don’t wear no mother-fuckin’ camo
    Ayy, I just bought a mother-fuckin’ Lambo’
    Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the [?]
    Fuck it, keep all that shit


  • 21 Savage – Pause

    [Intro]
    Aye
    Hunnid K spent on a whip
    Hunnid K spent on a whip
    Hunnid K spent on a whip
    Young Metro
    Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
    Hunnid K spent on a whip, Metro
    If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

    [Hook]
    Hunnid K spent on a whip, pause
    Hunnid K spent on my bitch, pause
    Hunnid K spent in the VIP, pause
    Pause
    Whipping up dope in the pot, pause
    30 round clip on my Glock, pause
    Pull up then somebody shot, pause
    Pause

    [Verse 1]
    Niggas callin’ 12, yeah, niggas callin’ 12 (21)
    We keep it in the street (bitch), we don’t want your ass in jail (bitch)
    I got clientele (skrrt) off that triple beam scale (skrrt)
    Got his ass killed tryna run off with a bale (21)
    I just spent 15 hunnid on a belt (belt)
    15 hunnid on my main bitch hair (21)
    Yeah I’m real right, I took a oath not to tell
    If you try the gang, we gon’ shoot you like Adele (pop-pop-pop)
    I was runnin’ up with fifties, man, one-five for a fifty, man
    I got a four hunnid, man, AK hold a hunnid, man
    AK hold two hunnid, man, pull up in a mini-van (ooh)
    Suckin’ on her titties, man, she gon’ fuck me an’ my man (what?)
    I just walked up out the bank, fold my money, bitch, I can’t
    I just drunk a hunnid pints, I just smoked a pound of dank

    [Refrain]
    Yeah, pause, yeah, pause
    Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
    Yeah-yeah, pause, yeah, pause
    Wow, pause, wow, pause

    [Verse 2]
    Hit the dope, pause (skrrt)
    Hit your ho, pause (skrrt)
    Whip the bowl, pause (skrrt)
    Rob the stove, pause (skrrt)
    That was back in the day (the day)
    But I still walk ’round with K’s (the Ks)
    But I still catch me a case (a case)
    Shot to the head, to the face (the face)
    Bitch, I’m gon’ stay in your place (your place)
    Bitch, I might nut on your face (your face)
    Bitch, I might nut on your buddy (your buddy)
    Bitch, ain’t no lovin’, no cuddlin’ (no cuddlin’)
    Bitch, I’m gon’ shoot like I’m Butler (Butler, pow)
    Young Savage shoot like D Rose, pause
    Young Savage cuffin’ these hoes, (nah)
    I ain’t got nothin’ but dick (but balls)
    I be on syrup like i cough
    Young Metro know that he hot, sauce
    Wanna see me, then it’s gon’ cost
    Went from the projects to a loft
    Since I was young, I done broke laws
    Since I was young, I done broke jaws
    She suck the dick like she got four jowls
    Bitch I’m a dog with no pause

    [Refrain]
    Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
    Hol’ up, bitch, hol’ up
    What you talkin’ bout?
    Bitch, bitch, it ain’t ’bout no check
    Bitch, bitch, I don’t wanna hear that shit
    Bitch, bitch, Young Savage in this bitch, bitch
    Bitch, trynna nut on all on your main bitch
    Bitch, bitch, I’m still with the gang, bitch
    Bitch, better stay in your lane, bitch

    [Outro]
    Yeah, better stay in your lane, ho
    Ayy, I got gas like Rainbow
    Ayy, I got choppers like Rambo
    Ayy, they just freed my nigga, Rambo
    Ayy, Slaughter Gang, bitch, and we got ammo
    Ayy, I don’t wear no mother-fuckin’ camo
    Ayy, I just bought a mother-fuckin’ Lambo’
    Ayy, I just popped the roof and popped the [?]
    Fuck it, keep all that shit


  • Popcaan – Stray Dog

    [Intro]
    (Henging Tree)
    We sen’ dem home yaad
    Bwoy dead like stray dog
    New Member inna the graveyard

    [Verse 1]
    Bwoy, you a punk a you throat me a go slash
    Pussy weh you know ’bout buzz Gaza ash
    M1 rifle strap on ‘pon me back
    Crack your skull like calabash

    Pussy have you ever knock it inna traffic
    Have you ever buss a man throat with a hatchet
    You no know nothing ’bout badness watch it
    Mack 90 go deal with you crabbit
    Seh dem a badman a liar dem
    Man show you rifle, you never fire dem
    A could a who a hire dem
    Markus mek we wire dem

    [Chorus]
    Go suck your mother, dawg
    You no bad like Unruly
    The Sig triangle broad
    Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
    I am so fucking Unruly
    No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
    Suck your mother, dawg
    You no bad like Unruly

    [Verse 2]
    Use the Uzi and go shell dem endz
    Dem a try jump fence, me corel dem Benz
    Likkle jackass no have no fucking sense
    Fully auto squeeze inna your contact lens
    Dash weh dem body fi dem stink and wrenk
    Bwoy live inna cement, a no accident
    No care how much bloodclaat gun dem rent
    Man we kill dem inna any event

    [Chorus]
    Suck your mother, dawg
    You no bad like Unruly
    The Sig triangle broad
    Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
    I am so fucking Unruly
    No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
    Suck your mother, dawg
    You no bad like Unruly

    [Verse 3]
    Buss the AK with me right hand
    Big matic shub out a the van
    Any bwoy weh a claim dem a don
    Copper mek you skin look like Yellow Man
    So me lift up every gun weh me have fi go kill dem slowly
    Me see the likkle priest dem a mek talk
    And dem still don’t know me
    Pussy, you no bad like Rihanna
    Shot will play inna your head like piano
    Me and your badness could a never similar
    Your friend dem go dead from the K weh me give Miller

    [Chorus]
    Go suck your mother, dawg
    You no bad like Unruly
    The Sig triangle broad
    Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
    I am so fucking Unruly
    No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
    Suck your mother, dawg
    You no bad like Unruly


  • The Underachievers – Head Right

    [Verse 1: Issa Gold]
    If your life’s a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober
    Got the weight up on my shoulders
    Play no games like no controllers
    Got your bitch inside the rover
    Blowing dope she like mimosas
    Say your prayers to my poster
    On her knees and fat
    We call that the Colin Kap
    Hit the fade and count the pack
    Laughing at the message that you sent like
    "Baby call me back!"
    Look at where we started at
    Flatbush to the cul-de-sac
    Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack
    Fuck what niggas told you, I don’t fuck with locals
    See me I be global
    Can’t hit me on my mobile thats reserved for hoes fool and paper calls to fall through
    Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to
    Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation
    Let that trippy shit confuse you
    All my hitters for the shaking
    Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement
    Nigga [?]

    [Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
    Get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

    [Verse 2: AK The Savior]
    Medicated hella faded don’t take L’s I just inhale it
    Straight from hell I burn the pavement
    Got your girl I might replace you
    For the night the pussy vacant, super soaking wet
    Power pole extend
    No heroics just aerobics kick her out the gym
    Chuck the top like knowledge on my fam
    I’m riding through my lands
    Passenger god is from the gram
    You probably a fan
    Sippin’ on a pint of purple trance
    It’s like [?]
    Down to pull my life out for these bands
    You call it a trance
    And challenge my niggas high-caliber
    Couple of savages due to their habitat
    Niggas be actors but not with their action
    Stealing the flow but good thing I mastered that
    AK the GOAT and you niggas is green
    Chewing you up and I’m mashing my teeth
    Ain’t no more momentum headed to me
    Got the passion on me and the man in my [?]
    Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
    Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
    Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
    Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
    Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
    Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
    Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
    Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads

    [Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
    Get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
    ‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right


  • La movie – Luigi 21 Plus feat. Bad Bunny letra

    Letra Luigi 21 Plus – La movie

    Ya nadie te cree a ti ni a tu instagram
    Tú no eres millo’ y tampoco calle
    Yo soy así cabron no vo’a cambiar
    siempre real más no confió en nadie.(la movie)

    Si eres real, cumple tu palabra
    el hombre lo que habla lo respalda
    aplícate el refrán, del perro que ladra
    que a nadie le meten cabra
    Por más que bregues de corazón
    Siempre salen un puerco
    Y se te vira un lechón
    estos hijo ‘e p*** andan en manada
    salgan cabron que llego su temporada
    Se hacen los humildes gusanos
    y uno de buena fe le da la mano
    se quejan de que nadie les ayuda
    pero cuando se crecen después ni me saludan.

    Ahora todos son calle
    Y que es eso
    Si ilegalmente no se han buscado un peso
    digan lo que digan, cuidado con eso
    Que ustedes no resuelven
    Nací para preso
    Luces, cámaras y acción
    veo otro lambe bicho en formación
    Roncando de día y de armamento
    Y se cree ser el artista del momento
    Dice ser leal
    Pero para ser leal
    Te tienes que probar
    Y aunque la lealtad
    En un papel no se firma
    Cabron con esto se confirma.

    Yeh Yehhh
    Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
    Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
    Yeh verssuri-lyrics.info
    Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
    Se pasan fronteando
    Y no tienen na’
    Yeh
    Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
    Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
    Yeh
    Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
    Se pasan fronteando
    Y no tienen na’
    No tienen na’
    Yeh.

    Muchos hablan de lealtad
    Sin conocerla
    No pueden mantenerla
    Porque no son reales
    Por mí que se muera
    To’ el cabron que no sirve
    Por mí que se muera
    Yo sigo firme
    Me lo bacteria
    El veneno pa’
    Tu elterea
    Tu vida es una comedia
    Yo soy dueño de la feria
    Falso cantante
    Morirán por donde vienen
    Si dan
    Van por Ñengo
    Acribillar.

    La fama lo vuelve loco
    La rata son ratas
    Yo no me equivoco
    Mera mama bicho
    Mejor baja el moco
    Mera ese hijo ‘e p***
    Te vo’a dar uno poco
    No ignoren su suerte
    Que andan con una glockpeta a la muerte
    Loco por envolverte
    Pa’ sacarte de gato por si estas al frente
    Gano la falsa de na’
    Y en tiro la hipocresía
    Seguimo’ activo todavía
    ¿Que?
    Ñengo en nadie confía
    Ñengo le pone el peine clear lija vacía
    Estas lista de embuste
    Después no se frustren
    Me pongo pa’ ustedes
    Se van y la junte
    Apunar mi repute
    Empiezan ejecute
    Que vamo’ a ver
    Cuando el AK se empute.

    Yeh Yeh
    Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
    Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
    Yeh
    Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
    Se pasan fronteando
    Y no tienen na’
    Yeh
    Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
    Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
    Yeh
    Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
    Se pasan fronteando
    Y no tienen na’
    No tienen na’
    Yeh hh.

    Ando con Mercedes deportivo
    No con 2 hijo’ de p*** que son impulsivo
    Cazando par de lechone’ fugitivo
    Que se me escaparon
    Pero están más muerto’ que vivo’
    Lo que vivo casi nunca lo escribo
    Y lo que escribo casi nunca lo vivo
    Lo que ando buscando es una excusa
    Un motivo
    Pa’ arrastrarlo
    Amarra’o de los estribos
    Mi carro está en sold out
    Mi casa está en salda
    Y estos colegas peleando por falda’
    A mí me mama el bicho el cantante
    El corista, el dj
    Hasta tu guardaespaldas
    Conmigo ha visto el roce
    Que pa’ meterte ya tengo la pose
    Cabron tú y tu jefe a mí me conocen
    No me hagas ponerte la boca a las 12
    Me he venido y pa’ en fila
    Yo nunca he corrido por pila
    Deja la marea tranquila
    Que mi combo es mío
    Hijo ‘e p***
    El tuyo tu no alquila
    Te recomiendo que pidas ayuda
    Que no va a llevarte
    Ni flore’ en la viuda
    Sigue apostándole
    Al santo y al buda
    Hasta que el huracán te sacuda
    ¡Pusho!

    Yeh Yeh
    Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
    Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
    Yeh
    Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
    Se pasan fronteando
    Y no tienen na’
    Yeh
    Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
    Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
    Yeh
    Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
    Se pasan fronteando
    Y no tienen na’
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  • Future – Use Me (Hndrxx Album)

    [Chorus]
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

    [Bridge]
    Tools, tools, I keep them tools
    I keep them tools, tools
    I keep them tools, ooh
    These tools are for you to use
    These tools are for you to use me
    Oooh, use me, what you want me for
    Use me
    Oooh, use me, what you want me for
    Use me
    Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
    Use me what you want me for

    [Verse 1]
    Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
    Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
    Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
    I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
    I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
    When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
    I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
    From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

    [Chorus]
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
    Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
    Any way, you can

    [Verse 2]
    Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
    I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
    I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
    I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
    I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
    Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
    My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
    Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
    I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now
    When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
    And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now

    [Chorus]
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
    Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
    Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

    [Outro]
    Use me to make me better
    Oh, yeah you can use me
    Use me, then use me
    Then you better, then you better
    Use me
    Use me….
    Use me….


  • Future – Use Me

    [Chorus]
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

    [Bridge]
    Tools, tools, I keep them tools
    I keep them tools, tools
    I keep them tools, ooh
    These tools are for you to use
    These tools are for you to use me
    Oooh, use me, what you want me for
    Use me
    Oooh, use me, what you want me for
    Use me
    Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
    Use me what you want me for

    [Verse 1]
    Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
    Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
    Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
    I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
    I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
    When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
    I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
    From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

    [Chorus]
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
    Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
    Any way, you can

    [Verse 2]
    Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
    I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
    I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
    I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
    I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
    Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
    My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
    Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
    I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now
    When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
    And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now

    [Chorus]
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
    Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
    Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

    [Outro]
    Use me to make me better
    Oh, yeah you can use me
    Use me, then use me
    Then you better, then you better
    Use me
    Use me….
    Use me….


  • Game – What Else

    [Verse 1]
    In this moment, erase my fears
    Only time for action, no time for tears
    All these years been preparin’ for right now
    When they see the AK barrel, they pipe down
    White sheets and nightgowns, sniffin’ that blood hounds
    Soldier, swallowed my own sweat and won’t drown
    My squad is thorough, my infiltry fifth ward
    Scars on faces, long way from a ghetto boy
    I’m built for this, I killed for this
    Put everythin’ on the line, blood spilled for this
    They consider it madness, grew up an ignorant bastard
    If it wasn’t ’bout guns, I was skippin’ them classes
    Thickest assassin, pull it the fastest
    Cock it and blast it, runnin’ my racket
    Put ’em all in the casket
    Strikin’ them matches, wrap you in plastic
    Turn you to ashes
    Call me for duty and I’ll murder the masses

    [Hook]
    Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
    What else, what else
    Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive ’til the end of the game? What else, what else

    [Verse 2]
    I’m on a suicide mission with pistols, I won’t miss you
    You with me, I’m with you, if not, the slug gon’ hit you
    Rip through your tissue, I don’t think the world gon’ miss you
    Full magazine, 15 covers, the next issue
    Ghost, not the luxury car, I’m talkin’ hollows
    Sub-missiles flyin’ through the sky
    You can find me in the shark tank, topped off, loadin’ the scars
    Tramplin’ dead bodies in the field, full of blood
    No remorse, of course we gon’ be lit
    We soldiers, trained to murder and won’t miss
    No time to piss, the realest in the midst
    Lost in foreign land and we eat where we shit
    Long machete arms, get chopped up in the jungle
    Today could be your last, to hard to remain humble
    Die by yourself ’cause you was born on your own
    Some of the greatest kings got murdered on they thrones

    [Hook]
    Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
    What else, what else
    Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive ’til the end of the game? What else, what else


  • Use me – Future lyrics

    Lyrics Future – Use me

    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, ohhh.(use me)

    Tools, tools, I keep them tools
    I keep them tools, tools
    I keep them tools, ooh
    These tools are for you to use
    These tools are for you to use me
    Oooh, use me, what you want me for
    Use me versuri-lyrics.info
    Oooh, use me, what you want me for
    Use meee
    Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
    Use me what you want me for.

    Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
    Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
    Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
    I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
    I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
    When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
    I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
    From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’.

    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
    Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
    Any way, you can.

    Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
    I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
    I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
    I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
    I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
    Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
    My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
    Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
    I said “f*ck the streets” and made my own lane now
    When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
    And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now.

    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
    Just so you know, I need you to know how to use meee
    Tell me what you’re usin’ me for.

    Use meee to make me better
    Oh, yeah you can use meee
    Use me, then use meee
    Then you better, then you better
    Use meee
    Use meee
    Use meee.
    Future lyrics
    Video me


  • Future – Use Me Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

    [Bridge]
    Tools, tools, I keep them tools
    I keep them tools, tools
    I keep them tools, ooh
    These tools are for you to use
    These tools are for you to use me
    Oooh, use me, what you want me for
    Use me
    Oooh, use me, what you want me for
    Use me
    Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
    Use me what you want me for

    [Verse 1]
    Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
    Guess you can rock those when I don’t see you
    Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
    I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
    I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
    When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
    I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
    From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

    [Chorus]
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
    Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
    Any way, you can

    [Verse 2]
    Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get Xan’d out
    I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
    I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
    I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
    I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
    Kissin’ on the water with my chains out

    My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
    ‘Cause I was trappin’ at grandma’s house when I came out
    I said, “Fuck the streets, ” and made made my own lane now
    When you get high enough you can dodge raindrops
    And tell your mama and your daddy you in a gang now

    [Chorus]
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
    You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
    You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
    Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
    Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

    [Outro]
    Use me to make me better
    Oh, yeah you can use me
    Use me, then use me
    Then you better, then you better
    Use me
    Use me….
    Use me….


  • Nines – These Keys (feat. Berner) (One Foot Out Album)

    [Chorus: Nines]
    How can I give this all up
    This is all I wanted to be
    This music money isn’t enough
    I just can’t get caught with these keys
    With these keys
    I just can’t get caught with these keys
    With these keys, with these keys

    [Verse 1: Nines]
    Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands
    Remember when I kop the Ice hublot with the rubber band
    Made 30K this week I’m nothing like them other man
    I’m on a different level now but I don’t think they understand
    Last year I would have stressed my pockets if I copped a Range
    Funny how in a couple months, how luck could change
    Old niggas on the track, bragging ’bout watch and chain
    Next album I’ll probably rap about yachts and planes
    Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle ’round the Porsche
    Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust
    Shit was slow, mandem was moving like some scavengers
    Never going broke again I’m cool with all the traffickers
    Jazzy said chill and let them young bucks spray them tools
    Think they hating now, watch when I upgrade my jewels
    My lil’ niggas know a nigga spend a monkey on some shoes
    Trappin’ from a distance can’t see them junkies from these views
    Grew up ’round some of the best niggas to do it
    Now we fucking with them Albo’s they like the Mexicans of Europe
    They don’t play me on the radio but I don’t give a fuck
    I’ve buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it out

    [Chorus: Nines]
    How can I give this all up
    This is all I wanted to be
    This music money isn’t enough
    I just can’t get caught with these keys
    With these keys
    I just can’t get caught with these keys
    With these keys, with these keys

    [Verse 2: Berner]
    Empty boxes got me nauseous
    Six burner phones in my faucet
    We buy phones and we wash ’em
    Digging holes to find a million dollars [?], ain’t sweet
    I’ve been broke, same clothes for a week
    Fresh off the plane I see badges fuck the D.E.A
    This piece costs a couple more G’s, when it leave the States
    Started from the bottom, with a key of yay
    I’m ridin’ round dirty in this Honda, I don’t need the Wraith
    They grabbed Stack, we just laughed when he beat the case
    Cookies with the cheese, [?] bring me strains
    Bring the jack back, I’m smoking for the JA
    Black hoodie with the AK
    Dirty money bring the devil out, bag the lemonade
    Put my gloves on, then we send ’em out
    80 for a 20 pack, yeah I’m talking locally
    Here in the city, I’m still getting [?]
    The rest of them getting 2, they can’t even sell ’em though
    I could never sell ’em low, I’d rather be selling blow
    Talking on the telephone, now he’s never coming home
    The dope gang dirty yeah, they don’t love you until you’re gone

    [Chorus: Nines]
    How can I give this all up
    This is all I wanted to be
    This music money isn’t enough
    I just can’t get caught with these keys
    With these keys
    I just can’t get caught with these keys
    With these keys, with these keys


  • Young Dolph – Yeezy

    [Verse 1]
    I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
    Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hairr
    I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
    Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
    Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
    Every day I take chances and say my prayers
    I never had a advance check over here
    These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
    She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
    She so thick she make a thong disappear
    I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
    The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
    She the best at it, she a sex addict
    MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
    I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
    So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

    [Hook]
    All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
    Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
    She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
    I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

    [Verse 2]
    Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
    Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
    Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
    I just had a menage with my favourite two
    I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
    I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
    Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
    But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
    My old bitch jealous on my new thang
    I just did a show and went bought a new chain
    I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
    She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

    [Hook]
    All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
    Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
    She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
    I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch


  • LUPE FIASCO – City Of The Year lyrics

    City of the year, City of the year
    That’s where I’m from
    City of the year, City of the year
    They don’t want none
    City of the year, City of the year
    Them hoes can’t come
    Go hard to go home
    I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

    Aye, born in the middle of the West
    Lil nigga, living in the middle of death
    Raised around killers, that’s why little impress
    Outside white folks, it must sound I’m a little oppressed
    And I’m sorry my niggas, but I think you the best
    You don’t need no Khaled, because that’s on me, valid
    Let me push my brother, we don’t need no malice
    Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon’ need a palace

    Niggas want JJ’s, don’t eat salads
    Fourteen with a AK, and he’ll let a nigga have it
    Fireworks in Capetown, man it’s so tragic
    Fireworks on the lake front, that shit look like Magic

    City of the year, City of the year
    That’s where I’m from
    City of the year, City of the year
    They don’t want none
    City of the year, City of the year
    Them hoes can’t come
    Go hard to go home
    I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone


  • Lupe Fiasco – City Of The Year lyrics

    City of the year, City of the year
    That’s where I’m from
    City of the year, City of the year
    They don’t want none
    City of the year, City of the year
    Them hoes can’t come
    Go hard to go home
    I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

    Aye, born in the middle of the West
    Lil nigga, living in the middle of death
    Raised around killers, that’s why little impress
    Outside white folks, it must sound I’m a little oppressed
    And I’m sorry my niggas, but I think you the best
    You don’t need no Khaled, because that’s on me, valid
    Let me push my brother, we don’t need no malice
    Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon’ need a palace

    Niggas want JJ’s, don’t eat salads
    Fourteen with a AK, and he’ll let a nigga have it
    Fireworks in Capetown, man it’s so tragic
    Fireworks on the lake front, that shit look like Magic

    City of the year, City of the year
    That’s where I’m from
    City of the year, City of the year
    They don’t want none
    City of the year, City of the year
    Them hoes can’t come
    Go hard to go home
    I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone


  • Young Dolph – Yeezy (Gelato Album)

    [Verse 1]
    I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
    Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hair
    I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
    Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
    Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
    Every day I take chances and say my prayers
    I never had a advance check over here
    These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
    She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
    She so thick she make a thong disappear
    I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
    The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
    She the best at it, she a sex addict
    MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
    I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
    So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

    [Hook]
    All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
    Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
    She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
    I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

    [Verse 2]
    Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
    Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
    Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
    I just had a menage with my favourite two
    I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
    I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
    Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
    But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
    My old bitch jealous on my new thang
    I just did a show and went bought a new chain
    I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
    She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

    [Hook]
    All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
    Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
    She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
    I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
    I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch


  • Migos – Bad And Boujee (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

    [Intro: Offset]
    You know young rich niggas
    You know so we never really had no old money
    We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
    (If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)

    [Hook: Offset]
    Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
    Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
    Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
    Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
    We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
    I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
    Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
    Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
    We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
    We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)
    [Verse 1: Offset]
    Offset, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
    Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
    I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
    I take your bitch right from you (you)
    Bitch I’m a dog, woof (grrr)
    Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
    Hop in the frog, woah (skrt)
    I tell that bitch to come for me (come for me)
    I swear these niggas under me (hey)
    They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
    Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
    We did the most, yeah
    Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
    My diamonds a choker (glah)
    Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
    Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
    This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)
    Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
    Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
    Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
    Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
    I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee (hey)
    I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
    Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
    So my money makin’ my back ache
    You niggas got a low Act’ rate (Act’)
    We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
    Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
    Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
    Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
    I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

    [Hook: Offset]
    Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
    Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
    Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
    Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
    We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
    I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
    Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
    Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
    We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
    We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

    [Verse 2: Quavo]
    Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
    Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
    Introduce me your bitch ass wifey and we know she sluttin
    Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga duckin
    Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
    Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
    I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
    Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
    Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
    Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
    When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
    Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
    How about the suicide with the Uzi? (pew-pew-pew)
    I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
    I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)
    I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’, I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
    I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
    These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
    Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
    Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin’)
    Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
    Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

    [Hook: Offset]
    Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
    Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
    Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
    Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
    We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
    I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
    Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
    Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
    We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
    We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

    [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay
    Wait, these niggas watchin’, I swear to God they be my clones
    Yeah, hey, huh, switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
    Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
    Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
    Oh, oh, now she won’t fuck with my crew
    Cause the money come all out the roof
    Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
    Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458 (damn)
    All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
    Try to hot you through the gate
    Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)
    So much money they use rakes
    Count 100,000 in your face (in your face)
    Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
    Met her today, oh
    She talk to me like she knew me, yah
    Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
    Yeah, wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
    Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
    Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
    Yeah, boy you so fake like my collar
    You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
    And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
    Yeah, we is not losin’
    Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
    Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

    [Hook: Offset]
    Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
    Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
    Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
    Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
    We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
    I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
    Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
    Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
    We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
    My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
    Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
    My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
    We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)