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  • Young Thug – Cartier Gucci Scarf Lyrics

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    [Intro]
    48 Hertz
    Dez gon’ get me rich
    Prezzley P. get you popped, nigga (Get your ass popped, boy)

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
    I came from the top
    Big big pointers in the watch, woo
    Filled up a party with some thots, woo
    Pillsbury Doughboy the molly, yeah
    I take the top of that Benz off
    I take the top of your girl off
    Richards the cost of your Murlock
    I drop the top like a tanktop
    I was just bringin’ the bread out
    I pour the syrup out
    Mix red with the green like a turtle
    And a lil’ workout

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Ayy, hopped out a Maybach coupe
    Inside blue and the Patek came blew, ayy
    I’m ’bout to spray your boo
    Knock it out the park, you can call me Babe Ruth, ayy
    I put the crap on the seat
    All red guts, got the crap on the seat, ayy
    Paralyze a nigga in the street, yeah
    Riding with the carbon on the seat, hey
    I bought the new Wraith Spyder, yeah
    I bought the new Wraith Spyder, bitch
    Hit your own mama, don’t wife her, yeah
    Heard you dance just like her, bitch
    I’ma take a bar, Lil Peep, ayy
    Yellow school bus in my cheeks, ayy
    Rolls Royce stars in the seat, yeah
    Stars in the seat, yeah
    I’m Justin Bieber-ed up
    The Maybach, the coupe, but I keep it tucked
    They couldn’t stand down when I built it up
    I’m riding ’round the town with the semi tucked
    I got my bundles up
    Back burner if you don’t got no tummy tuck
    Money only thing my concern
    I’ma come through like Big Worm

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
    I came from the top
    Big big pointers in the watch
    Filled up a party with some thots
    Pillsbury Doughboy the molly
    I take the top of that Benz off
    I take the top of your girl off
    Richards the cost of your Murlock
    I drop the top like a tanktop
    I was just bringin’ the bread out
    I pour the syrup out
    Mix red with the green like a turtle
    And a lil’ workout

    [Verse 2: Lil Duke]
    Hey, hoppin’ out the Lambo coupe, I forgot the roof, ballin’ like swoosh, hey
    Spittin’ like I lost a damn tooth, all my dawgs go roof, boy, you cuffin’ the swoop, hey
    I left the streets and I went to the booth, no hesitatin’, I’ma shoot, hey
    I’m ’bout to get something new, I’ma geek that bitch up, I’ma paint that bitch blue, hey
    I’ma leave him dead in the street
    Throw him in the river, won’t find him for a week, hey
    All of my hoes, they freaks
    She ain’t got my money then her ass gettin’ beat, bitch
    Shoot that bitch up with the stick
    Had the Glock in the spot, pretty bitch suckin’ my cock
    She bad and she know that she got a fat ass
    How could I not? Hey
    They’re screaming my name (Name)
    They’re singing my shit all in Spain (Spain)
    Kick so much shit, need a cane (Kick it)
    I’m blowing on good mary jane, hey
    Look at my mama up
    YSL hot as a sauna, we up (Sauna, we up)
    Up like a Tonka truck (Tonka truck)
    Not OJ Mayo, but I get the bucks

    [Chorus: Young Thug]
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf
    Wipe the Cartiers off with the Gucci scarf, yeah
    I came from the top
    Big big pointers in the watch
    Filled up a party with some thots
    Pillsbury Doughboy the molly
    I take the top of that Benz off
    I take the top of your girl off
    Richards the cost of your Murlock
    I drop the top like a tanktop
    I was just bringin’ the bread out
    I pour the syrup out
    Mix red with the green like a turtle
    And a lil’ workout, ayy


  • Tee Grizzley – Grizzley Gang Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
    If being a real nigga was a job alotta of y’all niggas would be unemployed

    [Verse]
    Hov told me quit puttin’ that money to my ear
    I gotta get used to this shit I’m just not gettin’ here
    Dropped ice cream Wraith and it ain’t been a year
    Ever since I hit his bitch that nigga been in tears
    Man, nigga rest [?] they said it was my fault but I never called for help
    Damn, nigga rest up pops
    I wish I woulda been the one blowin’ back at the opps
    Lil’ bro if I get killed don’t cry
    But before you turn up for me somebody gotta get dropped
    If you get killed I can’t help it but to cry
    Ain’t gon’ think I’m ice skatin’ every corner I’ma slide
    Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
    Watch who you bug my nigga we’ll split your shit in here
    Bro, matter fact just get the hoes and we gon’ dip from here
    Cause niggas testifying on me that’s my biggest fear
    Can’t even eat with these niggas
    Cause I done seen them real life sneakdissin’ nigga
    Then see ’em on they page next week with the nigga
    Same nigga they was talkin’ ’bout, boy you can’t come around
    Bitch you can’t even get the line, hit the E-Mail
    Used to fuck with dawg, he got to actin’ like a female
    When I was fucking with him he was looking like Big Worm
    Cut that nigga off, now he [?]
    Niggas sayin’ free they mans, shit be killin’ me
    You ain’t put nothing on his lawyer, how you want them free?
    Sayin’ RIP they mans, shit be killin’ me
    You ain’t do shit to the niggas that put them on the T
    After awards a lotta stars in the place
    I left early, I rather be the stars in the Wraith
    Why you carry all that money, get a car from the bank
    I had it hard this motivation, I need this shit in my face
    From the yard with the shank to hit song out the gate
    Got the money, got the fame that nigga still didn’t change
    For these chains around my neck I worked my ass off, serious
    Niggas stare to long, take his head off, period
    What you think a bitch’ll do for 30K, I’m curious
    VS in the Rollie boy that shit be out ridiculous
    Why you tell that hoe you had some money, boy you tricked at her
    You be laughin’ when they say [?]
    Bitch, I was just broke layin’ in the [?]
    Now I can make 200 thousand in a month
    If I fall off, hit your pockets, nigga give it up
    Without the pistol cause you sweeter than a cinnabon
    Told my nigga right now, I can’t give you none
    Let me triple this shit up then we gon’ split it up
    Walk up on these niggas when I hit ’em up
    [?] up, then take off runnin’ that’s a hit and run
    Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them straps in here
    Ain’t even gotta up the pipe, beat you death in here
    They got they cameras out before I even step in there
    I’ll put 30 on his baby, don’t think Steph in there
    Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them pipes in here
    Tryt show off for these hoes, lose your life in here
    I came home 2016 had a light year
    Real niggas winnin’ that’s a fake nigga nightmare
    Makin’ pictures with your bitch on my Snapcatch
    Ex feelin’ so the stick I can’t snap that
    I need that new Phantom next, I can’t backtrack
    Just got off the phone with my plug, he like ‘catch that’
    Better than the last batch, touch me that’s your last act
    Run through ’em like fasttrack
    Chokin’ on that rackspack, chokin’ on that jockpack
    All I smoke is odd pack
    We don’t send no bomb threats, you know where my block at, bitch
    I hate when niggas try to act hard
    Like gettin’ a bitch to line ’em up is really that hard
    I got famous nigga but I still got hard
    Before this rap shit, I was layin’ at niggas backyard


  • Tee Grizzley – Grizzley Gang

    [Intro]
    Gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
    If being a real nigga was a job alotta of y’all niggas would be unemployed

    [Verse]
    Hov told me quit puttin’ that money to my ear
    I gotta get used to this shit I’m just not gettin’ here
    Dropped ice cream Wraith and it ain’t been a year
    Ever since I hit his bitch that nigga been in tears
    Man, nigga rest up Mal they said it was my fault but I never called for help
    Damn, nigga rest up pops
    I wish I woulda been the one blowin’ back at the opps
    Lil’ bro if I get killed don’t cry
    But before you turn up for me somebody gotta get dropped
    If you get killed I can’t help it but to cry
    They gon’ think I’m ice skatin’ every corner I’ma slide
    Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them sticks in here
    Watch who you bump my nigga we’ll split your shit in here
    Bro, matter fact just get the hoes and we gon’ dip from here
    Cause niggas testifying on me that’s my biggest fear
    Can’t even eat with these niggas
    Cause I done seen them real life sneakdissin’ nigga
    Then see ’em on they page next week with the nigga
    Same nigga they was talkin’ ’bout, boy you can’t come around
    Bitch you can’t even get the line, hit the E-Mail
    Used to fuck with dawg, he got to actin’ like a female
    When I was fucking with him he was looking like Big Worm
    Cut that nigga off, now he Ezal
    Niggas sayin’ free they mans, shit be killin’ me
    You ain’t put nothing on his lawyer, how you want them free?
    Sayin’ RIP they mans, shit be killin’ me
    You ain’t do shit to the niggas that put them on the T
    After awards a lotta stars in the place
    I left early, I rather be with the stars in the Wraith
    Why you carry all that money, get a card from the bank
    I had it hard this motivation, I need this shit in my face
    From the yard with the shank to hit song out the gate
    Got the money, got the fame that nigga still didn’t change
    For these chains around my neck I worked my ass off, serious
    Niggas stare to long, take his head off, period
    What you think a bitch’ll do for 30K, I’m curious
    VS in the Rollie boy that shit unridiculous
    Why you tell that hoe you had some money, boy you tricked at her
    We be laughin’ when they say they shooters cause it tickle us
    Bitch, I was just broke layin’ in the bunk
    Now I can make 200 thousand in a month
    If I fall off, hit your pockets, nigga give it up
    Without the pistol cause you sweeter than a cinnabon
    Told my nigga right now, I can’t give you none
    Let me triple this shit up then we gon’ split it up
    Walk up on these niggas when I hit ’em up
    [?] up, then take off runnin’ that’s a hit and run
    Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them straps in here
    Ain’t even gotta up the pipe, beat you death in here
    They got they cameras out before I even step in there
    I’ll put 30 on his baby, don’t think Steph in there
    Nigga, gang in this bitch we got them pipes in here
    Try show off for these hoes, lose your life in here
    I came home 2016 had a light year
    Real niggas winnin’ that’s a fake nigga nightmare
    Makin’ pictures with your bitch on my Snapchat
    Ex feelin’ so the stick I can’t snap that
    I need that new Phantom next, I can’t backtrack
    Just got off the phone with my plug, he like ‘catch that’
    Better than the last batch, touch me that’s your last act
    Run through ’em like fasttrack
    Chokin’ on that racepack, chokin’ on that jockpack
    All I smoke is opp pack
    We don’t send no bomb threats, you know where my block at, bitch
    I hate when niggas try to act hard
    Like gettin’ a bitch to line ’em up is really that hard
    I got famous nigga but I still got heart
    Before this rap shit, I was layin’ at niggas backyard