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  • Snoop Dogg – First Place Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Chorus: Tdot illdude]
    Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
    I  gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
    My  eye (First place), ooh
    Champion on every street that I survive
    I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
    My  eye (First place), ooh

    [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
    OG,  S-N-double O-P
    Money talk, nigga, bullshit walk
    ‘Fore  a nigga show up, gotta envelope me
    Big dog, you could never short me (What?)
    I need it all upfront, no backend
    Since a lil’ nigga, Dogg got it crackin’
    On  deck all times, no lacking
    Head on swivel ’cause anything can happen
    I was banging before I was rapping (Rapping)
    I was slanging before it was trapping (Trapping)
    Always on go, it’s automatic
    Gold medal caught my eye, I gotta have it
    We lost Nip too soon, that’s tragic
    But he gave LA more wins than Magic
    More wins than Kobe and Shaq did
    Champions never die, they everlasting

    [Chorus: Tdot illdude]
    Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
    I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
    My eye (First place), ooh
    Champion on every street that I survive
    I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
    My eye (First place), ooh

    [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
    I’m a boss, I’m a genius, I can’t turn it off
    A lot of niggas not caught from this cloth
    You are witnessing a gangster evolve
    After all the run-ins with the law (What?)
    After life threw me all them curveballs (Curveballs)
    You’da thought I gave up, but nah (Nah)
    Grow man, thug it out, stand tall
    Who sold millions of records and balled?
    Never slowed up, no no, not at all
    From the streets of Long Beach, it’s the Dogg
    I hustled every day, how you think I got it all?
    Did it my way, I done broke a lot of laws
    Always came in first place, I ain’t never tied with y’all
    Everything real, I ain’t never lied to y’all
    First place (First place)

    [Chorus: Tdot illdude]
    Convertibles and Cuban links just like a prize
    I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
    My eye (First place), ooh
    Champion on every street that I survive
    I gotta win, the golden medal caught my eye (First place)
    My eye (First place), ooh


  • Comethazine – Fuck Errbody Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Intro]
    Grow up, nigga

    [Chorus]
    Just left the lot, skrrted away with two seats
    For the price of this bitch, could have skrrted away with two Jeeps
    I was just broke, nothin’ to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
    So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (Bitch)
    Smokin’ dope out a Jeep, now I’m bustin’ it down by the P
    Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that’s for whoever speakin’ on me
    Dump the whole clip if I gotta ’cause I got another one sittin’ right under the seat (Boom)
    When I drop Bawksee 3, I’ma fuck up the streets
    And then sit back and sleep while my money increase
    Bitch, I’m double OG, I can never be beat
    No, it’s not what it seems, I will always defeat

    [Verse]
    Give a fuck about her, give a fuck about him
    Because neither of them give a fuck about me
    Shut the fuck up, I am trying to feast
    Twenty a month for my new house lease
    Choker got me lookin’ like a dog on a leash
    Bitch, I am a dog, but I’m wild and free
    AR-15, it’ll blow out your teeth
    Teach a young nigga how to go ’bout the beef
    Go buy some heat, then stay by your piece
    Sag real low, this a heavy XD
    Balenci’ 43, these some heavy ass feet
    Used to do heavy hits out the Chevy ’03
    Every clerk at Shell in the hood know me
    Copped Backwoods, dub on pump three
    Put three up in the ‘Wood, then bump Pimp C

    [Chorus]
    Just left the lot, skrrted away with two seats
    For the price of this bitch, could have skrrted away with two Jeeps
    I was just broke, nothin’ to eat, dusty sneaks on my feet
    So bitch, why the fuck would I be cheap? (Bitch)
    Smokin’ dope out a Jeep, now I’m bustin’ it down by the P
    Russian AK with a beam automatic, told Keem that’s for whoever speakin’ on me
    Dump the whole clip if I gotta ’cause I got another one sittin’ right under the seat (Boom)
    When I drop Bawksee 3, I’ma fuck up the streets
    And then sit back and sleep while my money increase
    Bitch, I’m double OG, I can never be beat
    No, it’s not what it seems, I will always defeat


  • Chief Keef – Sneeze Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Zaytoven
    Yah, yah, yah, yah (Yeah)
    Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah)
    Yah, yah (Yeah)
    Sosa, baby (Sosa)
    GBE, baby (Bang, Bang)

    [Chorus]
    Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
    30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
    Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
    “Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
    If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
    Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
    Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
    Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

    [Verse 1]
    Lift this chopper like some weights, I ain’t bench pressin’
    Got FNH up in the club and I got Smith & Wesson
    But I don’t really like Smith & Wesson, got Glock, boy
    If he decide to knock you down, you’s a opp, boy
    Pulled up in that ugly thing, it got teeth on it
    They like “What the fuck’s a feature, ain’t got Keef on it”
    This bitch wanna roll some weed and put some keef on it
    At the top hangin’ off the clouds, yeah my sleeves on it
    If you lookin’ for me, I’m prolly in New Orleans
    With them 504 boys, no Levis jeans
    Come through with 450s, nigga flee the scene
    Bitch a 223 chopper, that’s what Keef’ll bring

    [Chorus]
    Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
    30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
    Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
    “Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
    If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
    Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
    Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
    Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

    [Verse 2]
    Up this Glock and sneeze, catch you, ha-choo
    Come through and knock down your partner, I mean to pop you
    Like we was shootin’ some craps, I mean to spot you
    You’s a goofy to the audience, no need to clap you
    I got plenty B-roll, like a camera man
    Diddy Boppin’ in the party, that’s Keef Hammer Dance
    You can put me at the back and I’m still gon’ win
    Stompin’ on the heads of my mufuckin’ mini-man
    Brown brick mansion, lookin’ like some wheats, nigga
    Six car garage, well I got three in them
    Gotta go super far for the other three
    Pull off and my shit soundin’ ugly

    [Chorus]
    Chocolate chopper for him, he think it’s vanilla
    30 shot, four five, in my Louis sweater
    Cooler than a fan, this bitch think that I’m sweat her
    “Chief Sosa, I look up to you,” pussy boy, you better
    If you ain’t smokin’ OG, I don’t want your weed
    Like a thotty on her period, I make a nigga bleed
    Do this shit for Cap’ and Blood, throwin’ C’s, throwin’ B’s
    Have this Glock up and bless you, like he care about your sneeze

    [Outro]
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
    Bang bang, bang bang


  • Gunna – Idk Why Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Wheezy outta here

    [Chorus]
    All I know is grind (Grind)
    Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
    Mama thanked me for her purse
    And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
    My talent take me different places
    I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
    Every day I’m high (High)
    Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
    Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
    I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

    [Verse 1]
    I’ma bet on me (Me)
    I don’t care if it’s a dollar, I got three my partners, that’s a quarter each (That’s a quarter each)
    I got some snakes in my collar, lil’ bitch, I’m a slime and we don’t ever sleep (Slime)
    The commas are damn near robotic, it’s same color powder, whiter than a sheep (Sheep)
    The pussy wet like she in heat (Yeah)
    Dolce Gabbana on her feet (Yeah)
    Young Gunna slime anaconda, we bite like piranhas, me and my brother Keed (Keed)
    Took 30K the whole summer, now I want a hunna, I stopped bein’ cheap (Cheap)
    Since that boy came out the gutter, now he chargin’ 50 thousand for a beat
    I don’t work for free (No)
    The salesman that know me in Barney’s say I smell like Biscotti mixed with Creed (Biscotti mixed with Creed)
    I know some women adore me, tell me I’m the realest they seen (I’m the realest they done seen)
    I keep my mind on my ’cause that’s really all a nigga ever need (That’s all a nigga ever needed)

    [Chorus]
    All I know is grind (Grind)
    Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
    Mama thanked me for her purse
    And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
    My talent take me different places
    I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
    Every day I’m high (High)
    Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
    Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
    I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

    [Verse 2]
    I got better days (I got better days)
    I moved my mom to the boondocks, we already used to sleepin’ in a cave (In a cave)
    I started sellin’ that mota, makin’ me some moohla, servin’ out our place (Servin’ out our place)
    Now I charge rappers for verses, do it for a purpose, I don’t wanna trade (Do it for a purpose, I don’t wanna trade)
    I done got a raise (I done got a raise)
    OG told me my future was bright, gotta wear the shades (Gotta wear your shades)
    Blessed life so I paint the coupe all white just to give him praise (Just to give him praise)
    Came a long way from sittin’ waitin’ in the line for the new J’s (Waitin’ in the line for the new J’s)
    I can get away (I can get away)
    You gonna need you a surfboard when it come to me and Wheezy wave (Me and Wheezy wave)
    Can’t get bigger than who you work for ’cause you know some shit’ll prolly change (Shit’ll prolly change)
    Charge that shit up ’til we’re worth more, we ain’t in the business for the fame (We ain’t in the business for the fame)

    [Chorus]
    All I know is grind (Grind)
    Wonder why the Lord steady sendin’ me blessings, I don’t know why (Don’t know why)
    Mama thanked me for her purse
    And looked me in my face and then she started cryin’ (Started cryin’)
    My talent take me different places
    I can say lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime (Lately I’ve been dodgin’ crime)
    Every day I’m high (High)
    Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole ‘Tussin, now I’m on a ride (Now I’m on a ride)
    Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can’t wear a wire (I can’t wear a wire)
    I done made an M without a label, trust me, I’ll be stable for a while (I’ll be stable for a while)

    [Outro]
    That’s a quarter each


  • Migos – Naw, Naw Lyrics

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
    Na, for real
    Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
    Na, for real
    Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
    Na, for real
    When you get money, stack it up for a reason
    Na, for real

    [Verse 1: Quavo]
    Take a look at my life back then, trap season
    When you make it, everybody think it’s easy
    My family need me, my squad let me lead them
    Get this bitch ass nigga, tryna run up on me
    Had the plug with the Maly, the Xans and the counterfeit
    When I’m livin the Migo life, it’s hard to live
    When I walk with my shooter, it’s hard to give
    For real, man, you know we made a mill
    Independent, we ain’t sign no deal
    You niggas trippin, cause you out buisness
    We came in the game, so vavaisous
    We in mantions, doing shows
    RIP my nigga Pistol Pete, I know he lookin down on us
    Now when I walk around, a north nigga gotta keep the Mac

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
    Na, for real
    Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
    Na, for real
    Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
    Na, for real
    When you get money, stack it up for a reason
    Na, for real

    [Verse 2: Offset]
    Offset!
    Na, for real, had to grab the Duce in time
    Na, for real, young rich nigga got ripped off, over halftime
    On the block, beat it like Alkine
    200 for the Alk-line
    Standin in the stove with a slab, that’s a cookie slab
    Police try to give me life, I had a alabi
    Fuck nigga, you lie
    Real nigga hit you with the Mac and the 9
    For real, we the new Hot Boys
    Stack up all that money, gotta be a downpour
    We ahead of the lingo, go ahead and pour
    Skellitons on the Rolli, lookin bold
    I’m a batuler, I live in the mansion, let’s get it
    40 for the safe, that’s right, yep

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
    Na, for real
    Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
    Na, for real
    Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
    Na, for real
    When you get money, stack it up for a reason
    Na, for real

    [Verse 3: Takeoff]
    Pintes never seeled, I keep the bricks in the seel for sail
    Remember kickin in doors, takin stacks to help my grandma career
    Trap on the blocks, with the racks and snow
    Young nigga tryna make a dope deal
    They askin me questions, like Dr. Phill
    Got excited when I saw half a mill
    I was plannin just to get a record deal, now we independent, only come for Ms
    Came a long way from bustin sticks and steal
    There’s a lot of shit I regret I did
    Can’t let neggitivity get to me, I’m taking a private jet to Sissilie
    So you the Grinch stole Christmas
    I got the OG, in that Christmas tree

    [Chorus: Quavo]
    Your bitch, she wet, she leakin
    Na, for real
    Don’t fuck with you niggas, you sneakin
    Na, for real
    Can’t turn my back on the hood, it need me
    Na, for real
    When you get money, stack it up for a reason
    Na, for real


  • KSI – Beerus Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Randolph, yeah, yeah
    Zeeshan

    [Verse 1: Randolph]
    Ah
    You don’t like me that’s established
    Keyboard warrior
    Ugly ass catfish
    You can never @ this
    Out here, living that lavish life
    You should be embarrassed, yikes
    Cashin’ the vault so it’s safe to say
    Your boy stayed dry on a rainy days
    World flow, we set the stage
    Walter White bitches say my name
    Coming at me, you’ll need stamina
    This ain’t for amateurs
    Waiting for hours and hours
    To shine on the camera
    Still got you powerless
    Life is a bitch but she look like an hourglass
    Got no time for this shit
    Doubling down because I’m tryna get rich
    And I’m tryna take it to another level
    Got a hundred bags full of hundred bezels
    I’m a fuckin’ rebel, I shoot first
    Carry the game cuz’ the shoes hurt
    Put it all on my back
    Weather the storm
    It make it rain ’till it’s three in the morn’
    From dirt, to rock, to private planes
    Home studios to live on stage
    And ain’t nothin’ changed
    We’ve been goin’ in since day (day)
    Uh, Loyalty pays (pays)
    You’ve been waiting for that royalty wage (ah)
    It’s never gonna come, is it? (woo)
    Like your girl, don’t need her digits (woo)
    Imma show her what a real man like (yeah)
    Plenty commas when we fly (we fly)
    No empty bottles they all night
    But this life it’s ride or die

    [Hook: KSI]
    Young winner come fear us
    I’m a god like Beerus
    Made my mark like Overmars
    I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
    Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
    I got women, always showin’ now
    On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
    We will make ’em missin’
    Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

    [Verse 2: KSI]
    Young winner young sinner, peace her when I’m done
    And that head spinnin’ cash
    Brotha I’m the breadwinner
    Bread but I run ‘cus you wouldn’t be the soul
    Son of Danny Glover, whipping out the Adams
    So they never pop up
    Woah
    My life I’m keepin’ it all on the low
    Who am I fuckin’, oh you wanna know
    Started this all on my own
    With that venomous flow as the C to the E to the O
    I come and go with the fitness
    Millions all over to witness
    Millions all over the bank
    Millions all over the business
    Can’t come at me
    Upper echelon
    The real OG
    The YouTube don
    Fuck your number one, ‘cus I’m limitless
    Don’t fuck with me, else I’m leavin’ you spiritless
    Nah, nah, nah
    Why is my ex tryin’a message, I don’t wanna talk to you
    Nah, nah, nah
    Even this guy want some money, you know I don’t fuck with you
    Nah, nah, nah
    Tweetin’ your peace on the net let me come there and humble you
    Nah, nah, nah
    I’m on a level where even the devil is scared of me
    I got some enemies
    Always want hate ’till I die, ‘cus I fucked up their legacy
    Negative energies
    All of the bitches I finish, I keep them in memory
    Fuck with my enemies
    I am the king of the sheep
    You can stay as a wannabe
    Keep being under me
    I’m on another level
    I’m a new age rebel ‘cus

    [Hook: KSI]
    Young winner come fear us
    I’m a god like Beerus
    Made my mark like Overmars
    I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
    Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
    I got women, always showin’ now
    On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
    Make ’em missin’
    Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

    Young winner come fear us
    I’m a god like Beerus
    Made my mark like Overmars
    I don’t see nobody comin’ near us
    Ain’t no limit where we’re goin’ now
    I got women, always showin’ now
    On the viewin’ any Judas lookin’
    Make ’em missin’
    Ain’t nobody kissin’ now

    [Outro: KSI]
    Motherfucker (yeah)


  • G Herbo – All In Lyrics

    [Verse]
    Remember I was gang banging
    Earning my lil stripes and got my name ranging
    Rap got me getting money now my name ringing
    Heard my cousin say that he gone let that fame change him
    Yeah you right I might go buy 2 just to change ranges
    Might run it up and think about you throw some change your way
    Can’t go back to my old self I’m tryna change your ways
    See my life from both ways
    I ain’t been asleep in 4 days
    Everybody off molly, cocaine
    I prefer to stay in my lane
    I know they funding me
    They dying to see what go on in my brain
    Might have 3 bad bitches with me I’m tryna get some 4 play
    Take a pic when I wake up I fell asleep in Dolce
    In Mardi Gras I’m having too much I lost the Rollie
    Probably having too much too much fun I lost the Rollie
    In Mardi Gras I’m having too much fun I lost the Rollie
    I smoke 2 zips on canal
    Woke up and popped a rozay
    Got my bitch with me and she hot to 5th degree
    I keep my stick with me it’s not like (?) efficiently
    Shoot long range like Fazo
    Run up just like Pistol P
    I might go out like I’m Roc on the block where I be
    I feel like Lil Gage that bitch just might be bigger than me
    What happened to that boy still a mystery
    Used to ride out with that sword but thats history
    Now I’m selling out on tour guess that’s victory
    I was born official
    Gangster to the fucking gristle
    My bitch a gangster
    She get mad cause she can’t hold a pistol
    I keep a lil shooter with me
    Not to mention still got a lil shooter in me
    Everywhere I go
    Even when I’m on the go
    Got a (?) Glock or ruger with me
    What’s with me? XD
    They gone settle for less
    Rage out with the tec
    Until they respect me
    When it’s five out
    Hit him in his face, chest, in the head, in his neck if a nigga test me
    Never had bullet proof vests on me pull up on Essex and see
    Won’t see my name on no statement
    You ain’t tote them pipes get arrested with me
    2 am back on the block it’s too hot know you ain’t (?)
    Paid to record in new studios niggas ain’t had none invested in me
    I met the streets before 21
    Imma young OG a blessing to be
    Wish I can get everybody but
    We know the truth it be messing with me
    Just cause I ain’t in the hood no more do that make me less of a G?
    Niggas wanna see me up top with the rest of the Gs
    And I’m in O’Hare airport LV backpack full of Gs
    Or I’m at the (?) jumping off the Japanese
    I’m in my black truck
    Smoke one and I’m catching Zs
    All I hear a bunch of fuck shit got me catching Zs
    You rap niggas need to go out to some spelling bees
    Killing yourself fucking with that fake promethazine
    No it ain’t no clean
    I used to drink on hella lean
    Don’t let Instagram and fame infiltrate your team
    I went home to 50k I was just a teen
    If they head ain’t in the game then adjust your team


  • Juice WRLD – Armed & Dangerous Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Gun ’em down (Bih, yeah)
    With a .50 (Brr, bih, brr)
    Gun ’em down
    Oh my God, huh
    Ya dig
    999 shit (Ayy)

    [Chorus]
    When I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
    Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
    Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
    So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
    Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
    I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
    Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
    I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (You dig? Skrr)

    [Verse 1]
    Walk in that bitch and I’m faded, uh, I fuck that bitch when I’m faded
    I got the M&M’s (Millions), called my mom, told her I made it
    Yeah, mama, your son too famous, yeah, he on everybody playlist
    But he’s still armed and dangerous, he’ll pop at a stranger
    Sippin’ lean, cliché, I still do it anyway
    Red or purple in the cup, which one should I pick today? Ayy, ayy
    Sippin’ hard, gun on me, no need for bodyguard
    Aim at your body parts, yeah, take off your body parts, yeah
    I’m swingin’ when I’m off the ecstasy, that’s a Molly park, yeah
    Iron on me, hoo-hoo, that’s a Tony Stark, yeah
    Pourin’ fours in a twenty, yeah, I’m soda pop, yeah
    I’m O.C., three-gram wood full of OG
    Give BM dick like Moby, uh, gonna make him flash, Adobe, uh
    Pay up that cash, you owe me, yeah, huh
    Bitch, I need it
    Matter fact, fuck that shit, I’m rich, you can keep it
    Yeah (Bitch, woo, yeah), damn
    Rich niggas over here (They over here), yeah
    Broke niggas over there (They over there)
    Why is you over here? (Why?)
    Go over there (Go over, go over, go over there)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    [Chorus]
    I’m in town (Yeah), party’s goin’ down (You dig? It’s goin’ down)
    Shoot ’em down (Bow), with a .50 round (You dig? A .50 round)
    Run the town (What?), ballin’ hard, you outta bounds (You dig? Swish)
    So much money, damn it, I forget to count (You dig? Cash, cash, cash)
    Ayy, look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig?)
    I get the cash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah), I do the dash, I’m out (You dig? Yeah)
    Look at my bank account (You dig?), look at the cash amount (You dig? Look)
    I get the cash, I’m out (Look), I just be cashin’ out (Skrr)


  • Quavo – BIG BRO lyrics

    Dun Deal on the track

    Is you with me or against me? (With me or against me?)
    I’m a OG now so you need me (OG, I’m a OG)
    Think you poppin’ Xanax bars, but it’s Fentanyl
    (No-no bars, it’s Fentanyl)
    Think you’re living life like rockstars but you’re dead now (Yeah)
    Let me put you under my wing
    I can teach you one thing (Let me put you under my wing)
    Let me put you under my wing
    I can show you it ain’t all about a chain (Ayy, ayy)

    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
    All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)

    Show you how to get a ring on that championship team
    When you get a ring, it’s a championship
    Teach ’em how to get them P’s on the back of RV’s
    When you get ‘cross seas, it’s a championship
    Clappin’ on things like I’m in New Orleans
    When I hit ’em hard I be striking them
    Calling all gangs ’cause I’m right with them
    You too young to be hanging out all night with them

    Brrrrrrr (Ahh)
    Tsh, it’s a young nigga calling my phone (Ahh)
    What’s happening?
    Hey big bro, them niggas just got me for my chain (Ahh)
    What?
    Them niggas just set me up big brother
    They just got me for my chain (Ahh)
    Aw man (Ahh)
    Damn (Ahh)
    Ay, ay, calm down, calm down, we gon’ get it back (Ahh)
    Just pull up on me, tell me what happened (Ahh)

    Big bro ridin’ with the tool tight (Big bro)
    Big bro straight, he live the coot life (Big bro)
    Been through the struggle played the rules right (Big bro)
    Ain’t got nothing to prove, big bro got nine stripes (Big bro)
    You out here tryna live your broke life (You, you, ayy)
    You out here tryna live that GOAT life (You, you, ayy)
    You gonna fuck around, take your life (You, you)
    Instagram and guns just don’t go right (No, no, ayy)

    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Big bro)
    Say we all need a big bro (All need a big bro)
    All need a big bro (All need a big bro)
    I’ma be your big bro (Yeah)


  • Juice WRLD – Got Nothing On Me Lyrics

    [Hook]
    Young, young nigga but I’m bummin’ like a double OG
    Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
    I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
    And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

    [Verse 1]
    Ooh, more drip than a typhoon
    And I got a way with words, Doc Seuss
    And I always keep some killers in the room
    Make the tool go “ooh”
    VVS Jewels, go “ooh”
    Shine like a gold tooth
    I’m the new ting
    You’re the old news
    Red bottom drippin’, like a Pyru
    Bet your man can’t do what I was gon’ do
    Girl you better pick a side, it’s him or I
    Go on and leave him sick inside, Need an MRI
    She know I’ve been gettin’ high, see it in my eyes
    Avoid the lows, ayy
    Pop pills with my bros, ayy
    Hide the blues, in the back, so they don’t see
    And check the Gucci, they forgot to check the Dolche
    Vision blurry, still drive, I’ma be straight
    Pullin’ up early to the cash, I won’t be late

    [Hook]
    Bummin’ like a double OG
    Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
    I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
    And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me

    [Verse 2]
    Stunt so damn hard, I ain’t even notice she was standin’ there
    I don’t even know about you, but shit, it feel like I’m the man in here
    WIth that choppa, I’m a hot boy
    Got a fan in here
    On the corner of your block boy, like a thot boy
    They hit your potato head, turn to tater tots boy
    I’m a grown kid, used to loan that kids bop, boy
    Hung up on yo bitch, if she hit me back, tell her my phone died
    Really I was talkin’ to a bitch I met on the north side
    I’m so confused, yeah I’m super high
    I ask all the girls, I’m a super guy
    Get my heart away, such a stupid guy
    Still I ball so hard, I don’t even try

    [Hook]
    Bummin’ like a double OG
    Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
    I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
    And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
    But I’m bummin’ like a double OG
    Fuck one barrel, got a double on me
    I got backpack cash, keep a duffel on me
    And I’m on the shrooms, keep the truffles on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me
    Your boyfriend ain’t got nothing on me
    Got nothing on me, got nothing on me


  • Lil Baby – Southside lyrics

    [Intro]
    Southside on the track, yeah
    Southside
    Southside
    Yeah
    Strapped

    [Chorus]
    I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
    Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
    Shout out Deezy and them loc’s who crippin’ on the Southside
    I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
    Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
    I put the “d” in dope for real
    Saint Laurent on my coat for real
    That Draco, that Draco
    I’m with the reds in Clayco
    Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
    We had them bands in the neighborhood

    [Verse 1]
    Temp fade, new J’s
    All day, catch plays
    White tee, dope boy
    Move that dope, boy
    Trappin’ out a bando
    Servin’ out a window
    Tryna run our mills up
    That’s what we pay the rent for
    Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M’s in
    Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
    I just want push start on my car
    Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
    They know we bang wherever we are
    I just took these cuts on stage
    Look at these VVS’s in my chain
    I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
    Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain
    Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane
    With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ the name
    Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
    Do anything to get me some chains
    These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

    [Chorus]
    I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
    Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
    Shout out Deezy and them loc’s who crippin’ on the Southside
    I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
    Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
    I put the “d” in dope for real
    Saint Laurent on my coat for real
    That Draco, that Draco
    I’m with the reds in Clayco
    Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
    We had them bands in the neighborhood

    [Verse 2]
    I’m doing shit that they wishing they could
    I’m the first one, brought my Wraith through the hood
    They hated on me, but it’s still all good
    Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
    I’m on probation, they let off a fool
    They on my drip, tryna see what I do
    They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
    They tryna do what I do
    All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
    Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin’
    Big body Benz “beep, beep” when it back in
    Real street niggas buyin’ bags with the backends
    These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
    And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
    What happened?
    I thought you was a real one?
    Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
    These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
    My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
    We don’t fear them
    These niggas don’t wanna play with us
    I swear that we gon’ kill them

    [Chrous]
    I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
    Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
    Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
    I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
    Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
    I put the “d” in dope for real
    Saint Laurent on my coat for real
    That Draco, that Draco
    I’m with the reds in Clayco
    Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one
    We had them bands in the neighborhood
    Strapped


  • Smokepurpp – Muddy Lyrics

    [Intro: Smokepurpp]
    When you hear that money counter, that’s Killa Slade in the back
    Ffff beep!
    Yuh! Esketit

    [Hook: Smokepurpp]
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy

    [Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
    My cup is soo muddy, goddammit
    It’s me and Uncle, goddamnit
    Got with your bitch and we smashin’
    We makin’ an oreo sandwich
    I blow up a nigga with toolies
    His bitch the on the run she foolish
    Goddamn I love fuckin’ these groupies
    We goin’ it look like a (?)
    100 round drum on my head
    Pussy soo I might slip
    Pussy soo wet it gon’ drip
    Pussy soo wet I might lick
    Codeine and sprite what I sip
    She don’t get shit but this dick
    I make her cum, make her flip
    Samsung, it jump on hip
    Bitch wanna rip on my bong
    Bitch wanna sing all my songs

    [Hook: Smokepurpp]
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy
    My cup is soo muddy

    [Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
    I just be smoking and I just be lurking
    I cannot focus, you niggas are roses
    You fake, niggas know I can’t relate
    I want a .37, no 38
    Everyone I know got a .40
    I swear that these niggas don’t know me
    I swear that these niggas don’t know me
    I swear to God, dammit, these niggas so phony
    Bitch, I’ma ball like Ginobli, I swear I be smokin’ on OG
    When I pull up, fuck the police
    And get the picture like Sony


  • Bow Wow – Emotional Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy
    Maybach ride, I’m ducked low behind them curtains boy
    And I got my feet up, young nigga sittin’ comfy though
    Backwood, ten grams, we blowin’ heavy smoke
    Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team
    Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me
    Never read my comments on the ‘Gram, yeah y’all don’t know me
    Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me
    Snoop said, “Get these niggas,” so I’ma get ’em dog
    One house, ten bitches, that how I’m living dog
    Strip club, ten bands, then watch ’em take it off
    If she don’t fuck, I don’t tip, that’s I how I do it y’all
    Let’s get back to this real shit a nigga been through
    All that shit they write about me, y’all think that it’s true
    See I’m too rich to be depressed and I don’t fuck with the press
    Yeah, smoke ’cause I’m stressed, OG nothing less
    We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
    Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground
    Gotta watch your circle, it’s a circus, niggas turn clowns
    Go ‘head with all that fake love shit, I know what’s up now
    Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous
    And if she make it past the lobby, she signin’ a statement
    Because these hoes nowadays attackin’ niggas who famous
    You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain’t catchin’ them cases, roll up

    [Verse 2]
    Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
    I lost my little nigga to lean, he had a heart attack (damn)
    And all these rappers gettin’ taxed out here
    Heard you got pressed in LA, you can’t relax out there
    Take ’em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn’t last out there
    They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pass out there
    That’s extortion at its finest my nigga
    We in these streets every night, it ain’t hard to find us my nigga
    Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that’s all we ride my nigga
    You and 30 niggas, 30 clips, so don’t try my nigga
    Drop my own shit, I couldn’t wait on Jermaine
    And I’m just speakin’ facts boy, I’ll never hate on Jermaine
    And see I see shit different, now our view ain’t the same
    You still stuck on that old shit, boy the business done changed
    I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris
    Day ones, me and you been through a lot of shit
    No matter what you gon’ always be my little brother
    And it kill me when we in public and we ain’t speaking to each other
    This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown, this shit brazy
    We grown men, let’s turn this shit around
    Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
    Speaking from my heart, that’s what I’m supposed to do
    Students of the game and boy I’m coachin’ you
    No subtweetin’, you talk shit, boy I’m approachin’ you
    That’s real

    [Outro]
    Fucked up right now
    Gone off this Ciroc nigga
    Niggas got me in my feelings
    Fuck around, wake up and regret everything I say
    But I thought that’s what hip-hop was about though
    So fuck it


  • Pries – Deuce Deuce

    [Intro]
    (CashMoneyAP)

    [Hook: Lil Johnnie]
    I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
    Swear that extended clip look like a banana
    I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
    And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
    I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
    Swear that extended clip look like a banana
    I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
    And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

    [Verse 1: Lil Johnnie]
    I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
    And I don’t give a fuck about your fuckin’ nana
    All my brothers on the block stay with them hammers
    They ain’t buildin’ houses, they pull up and blam ya
    You ain’t talkin’ money there ain’t shit to say
    Callin’ up the plug, I need a zip a day
    Holdin’ out your knock well that’s a give-a-way
    You a pussy bitch it’s in your DNA
    I feel I’m Pac the way I turn that deuce to a dub
    I feel I’m Pac the way I hit that lean with the cut
    Hit that lean with the cut
    This a swamp in my cup
    I just got a pint through the mail man
    I’ve been smokin’ dope with my mail man
    I’ve been livin’ shit with like a mail man
    Got that cookie-cookie by the bail man

    [Hook: Lil Johnnie]
    I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
    Swear that extended clip look like a banana
    I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
    And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
    I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
    Swear that extended clip look like a banana
    I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
    And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

    [Verse 2: Slim Jesus]
    I just dropped a deuce in a pineapple soda
    Then I called up Lil Johnnie on his Motorola
    Told him I need a couple ounces of OG yoda
    Said he on his way and we finna roll up
    Then it’s back to the trap and I’m countin’ yola
    I don’t play bout my money, no remote controller
    I got shooters on call and they stay poured up
    They pull up on ya, kill you quicker than ebola
    Yeah I be with the savages where it’s dangerous
    And we don’t fuck with 12 they ain’t scarin’ shit
    Funk we do a lot of flexin’ he just movin’ licks
    We run up in his house and we takin’ shit
    Say he got a bad bitch, he just talkin’ shit
    My bitch bad, your bitch fat, you call her thick
    And I sold you cut lean cause you a straight lick
    Go ahead, run up on me, you gon’ eat this clip

    [Hook: Lil Johnnie]
    I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
    Swear that extended clip look like a banana
    I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
    And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
    I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
    Swear that extended clip look like a banana
    I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
    And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda


  • Trouble – Come Thru lyrics

    [Intro: Trouble]
    Ear Drummers
    Man, this crazy as f*ck
    You said you was talkin’ about what?
    I got nothin’, man
    I got nothin’ on no nothin’
    Nah, straight like that, though
    Mike WiLL Made-It

    [Verse 1: Trouble]
    Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
    Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
    I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
    Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke
    Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
    Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
    I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
    Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke, bitch

    [Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
    Yeah, come through, yeah
    What time you want a young nigga to come through?
    What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
    You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
    Just want me to come through, come through
    You just want a young nigga to come through
    You must want a nigga to come

    [Verse 2: Trouble & The Weeknd]
    Damn the bih bout dumb as a box of rocks
    Dawg I just get them sock
    Find out lil’ bitty be the opps
    You can’t be G and be the cops (yeah)
    I can’t play myself out like that
    Fuck these hoes, keep gettin’ that dope
    [?] countin’ mine won’t be tryin’ get no n*gger, somethin’ I know
    I was down bad on my luck, my dawg like three sum summers ago
    Ain’t sh*t been sweet, but neither’s me so my bitch need 300 or more
    I keep guns and ganja close, I keep funds, but I don’t boast
    I know what it’s like to not have sh*t it ain’t a bitch I owe
    You don’t need ’em now
    Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ try me without sayin’ I went in his sh*t (f*ck nigga)
    Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ disrespect the gang or try my bitch (f*ck nigga)
    [?] no game
    Watch me straight up out that 6 [?] wit you gettin’ dismissed
    I give a fed a Jadakiss I rep that north for facin’ sh*t, Skoob

    [Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
    Yeah, come through, yeah
    What time you want a young nigga to come through?
    What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
    You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
    You just want a young nigga to come through
    You must want a nigga to come, what time?
    Come through (oh, yeah)
    What time you want a young nigga to come through?
    What time you want a nigga to come?
    You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
    You just want a young nigga to come through
    You must want a nigga to come

    [Verse 3: Trouble]
    I was slidin’, vibin’, ridin’ 285 just in my thoughts
    Do I need go hit this lick? Ain’t got no time to gettin’ caught
    I can’t leave my folks down bad like that, guess I’m just gon’ slow roll it
    Partner say he got OG in the 3, that’s where I’m rollin’
    Focus nigga, need to focus mo, that’s Motrin, ain’t no purp
    You ain’t gon’ f*ck me up like that, step on my sh*t, bitch, you’ll get murked
    Few were out there in the bluff, Eastside just might see me in dirt
    A two-piece snack in one piece skirts
    Can’t turn me down, this ain’t that vert
    Got all 12’s on recurr
    Got off them bails, you hella hurt
    Got a fair time, I failed to do
    Got a fair time, I failed the dirt
    You lil’ bitches failed to mention when you gossip in your kitchen
    How I held sh*t down since prison, how I held sh*t down in trenches huh

    [Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
    Yeah, come through, yeah
    What time you want a young nigga to come through?
    What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
    You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
    You just want a young nigga to come through
    You must want a nigga to come, what time?
    Come through (oh, yeah)
    What time you want a young nigga to come through?
    What time you want a nigga to come?
    You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
    You just want a young nigga to come through
    You must want a nigga to come

    [Outro: Trouble & The Weeknd]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    What time you want a nigga to come, yeah
    Come through
    You must want a nigga to come
    Come through
    Oh, oh, yeah
    What time you want a nigga to come? Yeah
    Come through
    Yeah, you must want a nigga to come


  • Young M.A – Praktice

    [Intro]
    Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this
    They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit
    Yeah
    They talkin’ ’bout practice, bloody
    Like we don’t practice, bloody

    [Verse 1]
    Who said I don’t go hard? Bitch, I go so hard
    I don’t care who got it, we still in charge
    Fuck these hoes, fuck these broads, I don’t got no time (no)
    Do you see my pockets (yeah), I’m doin’ just fine
    Don’t call my line, don’t call my line (don’t call it) if you ain’t talkin’ checks (what?)
    Oh you tryna flex? (What?) We are not impressed
    Bankrolls in my sweats, hitters to my left (woo, woo)
    Pull up to the club (skrrt), fuck it up, then we left (skrrt)
    Hennessy on my breath, OG in my chest
    Oh you makin’ threats? Okay, say less (say less)
    Don’t act like you know me (huh?) I don’t know you guys (no)
    So if I say, "Who you?," (who them?) do not act surprised
    Man, I don’t pay y’all no mind, no, I just pay my bills (yeah)
    No Netflix and chill, bitch, I get checks and chill
    Put that pussy on my grills, bitch, tell me how it feels (woo)
    They say that I’m rude, no I’m just that real (woo)

    [Chorus]
    Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
    Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
    Bitch, we active, we active
    I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

    [Verse 2]
    Oh you tried to doubt me? They tried to doubt me
    Oh you a hater? Keep that shit from ’round me
    Pull up in that Audi, skrrt skrrt, then I’m outtie (skrrt skrrt)
    Put my chain on her, she like, "Oh, you tryna drown me?" (Ooh)
    Back when I was broke, you was tryna clown me
    ‘Member when you said you was better off without me?
    Now I’m shittin’ on you (shittin’), ooh, I did it on you
    Now you got the blues, like I’m Crippin’ on you (woo)
    But I’m on my Blood shit, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
    I be fuckin’ doll bitches, voodoo, voodoo (voodoo)
    If you gettin’ money then, you cool, you cool (you cool)
    But I don’t know you guys, who you? Who you? (Who dem?)
    I do what I do, bitch, mind your business
    I’m talkin’ my shit, because I’m twisted
    I’ma be a billionaire, speak that to existence (ayy)
    I believe that shit, if I say it then I meant it
    You can’t tell me nothin’, everything in function
    I don’t hear no facts, nope, I just hear assumptions
    You said you was poppin’ (word), I heard you was bluffin’
    Oh you frontin’ frontin’, you really ’bout nothin’
    Chicken with the stuffin’, we gettin’ that bank, bank
    We gettin’ that KK, fuck what you think, think
    We smokin’ that stank stank, loud pack, yeah that dank dank
    I ball every pay day, everyday is pay day

    [Chorus]
    Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
    Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
    Bitch, we active, we active
    I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
    Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
    Bloody, bloody
    Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this shit
    They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit

    [Outro]
    Like we ain’t never ever go hard
    They don’t let us in, we bogartin’
    Bloody, bloody, ayy
    Bloody, bloody, ayy
    We go hard for this
    If they don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this


  • Smoke DZA – The Mood (feat. Joey Bada$$)

    [Intro: Smoke DZA]
    Yea
    It’s a really fucking cool era we in
    Yea, uh

    [Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
    It’s a Bada$$, Kushed God colossal
    We coming through and we hostile
    47 deep so everything’s getting toppled
    Showtime nigga word to James word to goggles
    Everybody’s fucked like a high price brothel
    You can’t out-hustle a hustler so don’t try to
    Word to Steezy the tactic is still survival
    Fuck humble nigga ride on your rivals
    The hoes wanna hang like my peacoat toggles
    Guess who’s bizzack? Smokey and I’m here with the pack
    After this you gon’ need you a nap
    They throw shots we don’t even react
    Like I ain’t got Pedro on payroll to take care of that
    Set it out where it’s at
    Nigga flow way in tact
    The bag heavy scale off weigh it back
    Lightyears ahead of niggas, not even laps
    You can’t compare them boys to us
    Shit, that’s not even rap

    [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
    Yeah, uh, and let me switch the mood
    Gotta take a risk for your biggest wish to come true
    I been in those shoes, had fifth-dimensional views
    Where ain’t shit to lose just more proving
    Finally got my piece of the pecan
    Me and momma moving no more staying out on weekends
    Got no time for snoozing know I’m out for Benjamins
    Representing me, repping for all my people dreaded in my family
    I see a canopy of bars thats overhead
    Thinking to self there can’t be no one this hard, they all dead
    Go and spar with the ghosts that’s on my side
    I’m a star momma look up in the sky
    Son shine bright, don’t I?
    Only getting brighter I been closer every summer, winter, hour, minute
    Like I am supposed to, very soon you will be out of minutes
    You should let me coach ya, work the smoke
    We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture from these vultures

    [Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
    It ain’t for purchase gotta take the game in doses
    The illest shit don’t really get too much promotion
    Children of the indigo protect the fortress
    Trump got the whole world feeling hopeless
    Still I got my chest pokin’
    Too much headaches not enough Motrin
    Life will have a nigga self frozen
    Won’t have my self stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in
    The flow golden, the wave, the boat rowing
    We here, they no-showers
    Smoke blowing the OG in the wind
    Had a bunch of losers tell me I couldn’t win
    See you taking off that’s when the hating shit begins
    Watch you walking on water they say it’s cause you can’t swim
    Time to transcend, hands in, boss and [?]
    Ben Franklin’s, all across the globe my name ring
    Airport, customs, walking through chain swing
    You could tell I’m doing my damn thing
    Ugh


  • Curren$y – All For Lyrics

    [Intro]
    What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
    What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
    What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
    Tell me what’s it – what’s it all for?
    What’s it all for? Tell me what’s it all for?
    What’s it all for? Yea

    [Verse 1]
    Crosses get thrown
    Cliques get torn apart before they even really start getting on
    Small change staying in the way of big money
    Smoke some with your OG learn something
    Wrist froze my soul ice cold, arm yellow gold
    And cashed out a couple kilos
    Cut my grass low built my fence high cause I that heard snakes fly
    Shut your operation down from the inside
    Get tapped in the wire before you realize trapping lied
    Scramming for dollar signs
    You gamble with your life only could lose one time
    Shit, is it all worth the risk? Gotta decide before you step into this
    Because the game don’t wait
    Sideways burning rubber cause a nigga paper straight
    I got some money put away and got some more on the way
    Shit

    [Hook](x2)
    What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
    Money and the power, what’s it all for?
    Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

    [Verse 2]
    Tell you how dollars start a world war
    Level 6 Benz coupe armored car
    I really been mashing down the Autobon
    Worldwide getting of the parmesan
    Smoking in the pool with my diamonds on
    Ice water what you call it though
    She jumped in with nothing on
    She know what she want

    [Hook](x2)
    What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
    Money and the power, what’s it all for?
    Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?


  • Ralo – Die Real (feat. Young Dolph & Trouble)

    [Hook]
    Yeah, what you wanna be?
    What you gonna be?
    Imma be a real nigga
    What you wanna be?
    What you gonna be?
    What yo wanna be?
    Imma be a real nigga

    [Verse 1]
    Ask me what imma be
    I just wanna be real
    My momma say imma die
    Cuz real niggas get killed
    That fake shit get revealed
    Boy you know how that is
    I want to snap on these niggas
    But something keeps telling me chill
    Something keep telling me never fuck with them people no more
    But I love my dawg to death
    And dawg it ain’t no homo
    You got to pay me for convo
    You don’t know me, I’m John Doe
    We got to fuck in the hood
    Cuz I don’t fuck in the condo
    Hold up give me a minute
    Don’t suck that dick till i’m finished
    It won’t hurt to be real
    That shit won’t cost you a penny
    I don’t really have any friends
    I don’t fuck with too many
    I only fuck with my soldiers
    And I’m the Sargent, Lieutenant, yeah

    [Hook]
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    Imma be a real nigga
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    Imma be a real nigga
    Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
    I just wanna take care of my dawgs
    And my family
    I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
    Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

    [Verse 2]
    Aye
    Imma be a real nigga, that’s the easiest thing to do
    Been getting money since a youth, what about you?
    Diamonds ocean blue, fuck bitches by the twos
    They watch my every move
    Foreigns, Rari, black shoes
    Bitch I sold dope because I had to
    Getting head in the back of the classroom
    Told my niggas don’t make a move
    Because right now I’m hot
    Fuck niggas in their feelings like he can’t be stopped
    I got money in the wild blood on my hands
    Yeah I love my dawgs, yeah I been the man
    Yeah I sacrificed everything nigga
    Yeah I’m just too real and you a lame nigga

    [Hook]
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    Imma be a real nigga
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    Imma be a real nigga
    Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
    I just wanna take care of my dawgs
    And my family
    I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
    Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

    [Verse 2]
    All I ever want to be in life is what I am
    Respect is what I demand
    Stand up nigga I never ran
    All I ever wanted to be in life is what I is
    Follow the rule, never put no hoe before your kid
    Follow the rule, never let no hoe fuck up your crib
    If you partners down the road
    Hold em down, that’s just real
    If your plan go sour, take you L that’s what it is
    When you [?] in these streets just like I did fool
    Might get out and cop that amg just like I did
    Might just get that Lambo just like Ronald [?]
    50 em in my pocket, flex on any given Sunday
    This is true, OG said just stay down and get that money

    [Hook]
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    Imma be a real nigga
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    What you wanna be?
    Imma be a real nigga
    Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
    I just wanna take care of my dawgs
    And my family
    I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
    Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

    [Outro]
    Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee
    Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee


  • Quando Rondo – I Remember (feat. Lil Baby)

    [Intro: Quando Rondo]
    I ain’t gon’ lie Pooh, you is a fool for this one right here nigga
    Yeah, and my world Go Grizz nigga, yeah
    Go Grizz nigga ayy, yeah

    [Chorus: Quando Rondo]
    Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
    I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
    12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember

    [Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
    I remember hitting licks in the project housing
    Yeah, Queezy hit a lick for few thousand
    They be like there go that young nigga that stay wilding
    I don’t even much right, I be freestyling
    I remember them days watching mama cry man
    I remember that day that Lil Quaffy died man
    Had to get off my ass, man I had to try man
    I got to get a bag even if it’s five bands
    I remember hitting licks for them flatscreens
    On hard streets, I been trying to serve them crack fiends
    I remember them days I ain’t have no clothes
    I remember them days I was kicking doors
    I remember mama saying I’m a bad child
    I remember when I first went to the juvenile
    I remember when I first realized the envy
    Locked up in the cell, I couldn’t get a penny

    [Chorus: Quando Rondo]
    Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
    I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
    12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember

    [Verse 2: Lil Baby]
    I remember everything
    Judge told my lawyer that I’m going to chain gang
    OG’s telling us that we can’t hang
    If I ever run into the opps we gon’ bang
    I remember everything
    I was fuckin’ with lil shawty, bought her everything
    Stay one hundred to the grave, ain’t gon’ never change
    Shout out to my mama, put her through so much pain
    I remember all them shootouts that we had with them other niggas
    My bitch got mad and fucked another nigga
    Man that shit was crazy, ain’t gon’ lie it made me heartless
    Fell in love with money, it’s gon’ stay with me regardless
    I don’t give a damn what they say, I’m the hardest
    And I’m not never gon’ leave my apartment
    Different situation got me running with my mask on
    Niggas still hating but I swear that it won’t last long, oh no

    [Chorus: Quando Rondo]
    Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
    I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
    12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember
    Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
    Nigga I remember


  • Offset – Violation Freestyle

    [Intro]
    Ain’t no more motherfuckin’, "Wassup bro" with these niggas man
    As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop pleas

    [Chorus]
    I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
    Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
    I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
    I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
    Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
    All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
    Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
    Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
    I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
    Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
    Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
    No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

    [Verse]
    I got more money than all of you niggas (money)
    If I feel like it’s smoke then I’m calling out niggas (smoke)
    Lil nigga, lil nigga you act like you bigger (huh)
    Fuck all that uzi we give them the SIG gun (SIG)
    Lil boy, boy you ain’t did nothin’ (lil boy, boy)
    30K shows, that’s that kid money (thirty ball)
    Thankin’ the lord what he did for me (God)
    I thank him ’cause really I did something (hey)
    Keep that shit quiet though, keep that shit quiet
    They really don’t understand what I’m saying (shh, shh, shh)
    From the Nawfside, lot of Mexicans with grams (Nawf)
    Lawrenceville High we got 85 vans (woo)
    A lot of big names we done put them on game (game)
    Quavo told me about you niggas locked up in the chains (lames)
    I don’t upload a nigga, but when I see you I’ll expose you niggas
    Niggas so young that I’m feeling like I’m a OG
    At the top with the older niggas (OG)
    Ten thousand racks wipe his nose, official (racks)
    Amsterdam, wrappin’ a global figure (woo)
    And I got loads of figures (loads)
    It’s all red, yeah the coupe it’s a blister (skrt)
    ‘Cause you’re rich, lil nigga ain’t official (nah)
    You was broke, reading bricks, scared of pistols (hey, hey)

    [Chorus]
    I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
    Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
    I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
    I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
    Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
    All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
    Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
    Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
    I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
    Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
    Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
    No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)


  • Lil Boosie – Heartless Hearts

    [Hook]
    No one care about this heart of mine
    (I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
    Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
    Maybe that will help this heart of mine

    [Verse 1]
    I got this heartfelt thug shit
    Because my heart has been broken and stolen
    Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’
    Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror
    Watching my back across the track with my main hitter
    I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
    I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater
    I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road
    Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four

    [Hook]
    No one care about this heart of mine
    (I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
    Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
    Maybe that will help this heart of mine

    [Verse 2]
    This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
    Real talk, it been broken like that
    Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that
    Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack
    He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat
    She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that
    You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back
    I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that
    Need a second line to bring some memories back (that’s Lil’ Bleek and Lil’ Ivory)

    [Hook]
    No one care about this heart of mine
    (I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
    Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
    Maybe that will help this heart of mine

    [Verse 3]
    If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand
    Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand
    He lost Lil’ Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man
    Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head
    Snaked Lil’ Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand
    I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand
    I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me
    Go right back in that struggle with me
    Sometimes I feel
    Sometimes I feel

    [Hook] x 2
    No one care about this heart of mine
    (I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
    Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
    Maybe that will help this heart of mine


  • Pressa – Basically

    [Hook]
    These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
    I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
    My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
    17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

    [Verse 1]
    My niggas buy brown, whip it
    My niggas buy cars, ship it
    Sold three zips, fishes
    13 like Scottie Pippen
    These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
    Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
    Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
    These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
    My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
    Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
    My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
    This is not technical, just to get technical
    I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
    It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
    Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
    See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
    Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
    Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
    They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
    Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
    He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
    And they don’t want war, ah
    Got hit with this [torah?]

    [Pre-Hook]
    She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
    I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
    I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
    I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
    (x2)

    [Hook]
    These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
    I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
    My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
    17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps


  • Young Thug – What You Sayin Lyrics

    [Chorus]
    I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
    You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
    You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
    You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
    I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

    [Verse 1]
    She was so fine (she was so fine)
    So I let her push the foreign ride an’ sit in it (skrrt)
    I’m starin’ at the toilet like I wan’ go shit on niggas (what?)
    I’d rather kill a nigga (oh boy) before I squeal on niggas (on God)
    (Know I’m sayin’, man? Real dripset shit, man, give it to ’em, ya dig?)
    Copped her a coupe and now she say I’m the best
    I told she ain’t gon’ tell you, can put her to the test
    I flood with her Chanel whenever she get upset (what?)
    I bought a gold [?] and flex it on the v-neck
    Beat her like Funkmaster Flex
    Lock on that knit like a bitch
    That pussy pink like a pig
    R.I.P. to OG double D, bitch I dig
    Drink on that lean until it’s [?]
    I’ma leak that sauce until the world was slimes
    Filled it with slimes and then we slimed up the streets
    That pussy nigga tellin’ looks so sloppy to me
    Oh no

    [Chorus]
    I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
    You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
    You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
    You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
    I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

    [Verse 2]
    If you a G, say “fuck tha police” (fuck ’em, fuck ’em)
    Cockblock, and drop it on my gold teeth
    I’ma run inside that pussy, dropped my codeine
    Get it, drunk it, hit it, hit it, like a nosebleed
    (Like I said the first time, man, real dripset shit, y’know what I mean? Pay attention. I ain’t through. Get it)
    Pussy nigga starin’ with his snail face
    Twenty-fives, thirty-eights, fuck a shell-case (brrr)
    Old hunnids, small head on a big plate (what?)
    Eatin’ good, vegetarian niggas [?]
    All these foreign cars, nigga, know we racin’ (skrrt)
    Got lots of foreign broads that I never chase
    I swear it’s five stars every time I eat
    I swear it’s five broads stuffin’ in my face
    You can have it, whoa, whoa, you can have it
    These niggas saddened, we just livin’ lavish
    I went in the rabbit myself and picked out some carats
    She know we ain’t average and all of my niggas happy
    Oh no

    [Chorus]
    I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
    You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
    You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
    Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
    You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
    I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it


  • D Double E – Better Than The Rest (feat. Wiley)

    [Verse 1: D Double E]
    Lyrical Incredible Hulk
    I get money and I get it in bulk
    Make a MC go home and sulk
    Them man can’t show me the ropes
    Cuh nah, them man can’t show me the ropes
    Them man there on a slippery slope
    Them man there must think it’s a joke
    Them man are snorting too much coke
    Cuh you can put me to the test
    Blood, there’s no contest
    Which soundboy wanna test?
    Right now, blud, I don’t care less
    You can make a bird call to the nest
    I got man that wanna invest
    I got labels showing interest
    Can you smell that lemon zest?
    If you see me with an empress
    You better check out the bum and breast
    Yeah, let’s go home and rest
    Let’s quickly undress
    Yeah everyting cool and bless
    In life, man have to progress
    I want more success
    I want more success, cuh

    [Chorus: D Double E]
    I’m better than the rest
    Nah, none of these men can’t test
    I’m putting in more, not less
    Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
    I don’t care what your pump on your chest
    ‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
    Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
    You can be my guest (bluku)

    [Verse 2: Wiley]
    I’m the best MC
    North, south, east to the west MC
    Skillwise big up my chest MC
    Big up Lady Leshurr, big up your breast MC
    Like who’s gonna test MC?
    I tell my dons go fetch MC
    Don’t leave until you catch MC
    I’m no basic but I am a next MC
    No FaceTime, ring up or text MC
    Man are OG, I know how to flex MC
    Look into my face and read my lips clearly
    I’m telling you, I am the best MC
    I’m not a Drake, or a Wayne
    Or a Jay-Z, or a Kanye West MC
    I’m a cheese lemon zest MC
    Dallas falcon crest MC

    [Chorus: D Double E]
    I’m better than the rest
    Nah, none of these men can’t test
    I’m putting in more, not less
    Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
    I don’t care what your pump on your chest
    ‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
    Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
    You can be my guest (bluku)

    [Verse 3: D Double E]
    I’m that lyrical arsonist
    Them boy there ain’t even half of this
    Lyrical title, yeah, they’re after this
    I don’t know what them men are on
    I don’t know what them man are thinking
    I will bun them like cherry bomb
    Cuh us man are here still proving a lot
    Them men are losing the plot
    Feel the fire blazing, blazing
    No hold back, no energy saving
    Sizzling like steak in the pan
    D Double E and his right hand man
    Keeping it overly real, cuh we can
    Stick with the plan, stick with the program
    And if I like your gyally
    Wham, bam, thank you, maam

    [Chorus: D Double E]
    I’m better than the rest
    Nah, none of these men can’t test
    I’m putting in more, not less
    Yeah, you can hold this to the chest
    I don’t care what your pump on your chest
    ‘Cause I’ll pump this in your chest (bluku)
    Straight through your bulletproof vest (bluku)
    You can be my guest (bluku)


  • RetcH – Pop Me A Pint

    [Verse]
    I drank, two-hundred thousand sodas
    Gas up all these niggas, cause these niggas they be bogus
    I’mma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker
    And I’m smoking all this pressure, help to stimulate my focus
    I been down the [A?] might bust a play inside the [?]
    I looked up to my uncle until he turned into a smoker
    And I can’t hit the function, they won’t let me bring my toaster
    Shit, I had to snuff a nigga cause he tried to screw me over
    I like the ‘Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover
    I do without the tint, just so 12 can pull me over
    And she a diamond bitch but nonetheless I had to mold her
    We total opposites but I think that would make us closer
    I’m smoking ganja spliffs I feel like I just left the solar
    She give me compliments, I fuck her once and then dispose her
    I need a rida bitch for all the nights shit when get colder
    I rock designer shit, these hoes gon’ fuck you for exposure
    I wake up counting chips like every morning like it’s Folgers
    I keep the chopper with me, cause these niggas they be vultures
    Your bitch she bopping with me and I’m tryna get to know her
    And now I’m driving 60 finna go and bend her over

    [Hook]
    I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
    Then fuck on her face and her mouth
    I’m finna pull on her hair
    Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
    I’m finna count up a check on the jet
    And jump in the car so get drove to the house
    I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
    On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
    I’m finna get booted right now
    I’m finna shoot this shit down
    I’m finna [provel?] it down
    I’m finna jump in the Spur
    I’m finna jump in your spouse
    I’m finna fuck her then bounce
    I’m finished fucking around
    I’m finna go off right now
    I’m finna smoke out the pound
    I’m finna buy me some ice
    I’m finna buy me a pint

    [Verse]
    Swear I’m tryna walk with Jesus but the Devil close to me
    I got enemies that I don’t know I keep the torch with me
    [?] I brought the bros with me
    And nigga shit, if you ain’t close with me
    Then you can’t smoke with me
    Swear these bitches getting old to me
    They do the most to me
    I tell a bitch if you can’t grow with me
    Then you can’t roll with me
    Low-key with a Cali thing, smoking OG
    Dripping sauce all on that bitch like a fucking nosebleed

    [Hook]
    I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
    Then fuck on her face and her mouth
    I’m finna pull on her hair
    Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
    I’m finna count up a check on the jet
    And jump in the car so get drove to the house
    I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
    On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
    I’m finna get booted right now
    I’m finna shoot this shit down
    I’m finna [provel?] it down
    I’m finna jump in the Spur
    I’m finna jump in your spouse
    I’m finna fuck her then bounce
    I’m finished fucking around
    I’m finna go off right now
    I’m finna smoke out the pound
    I’m finna buy me some ice
    I’m finna buy me a pint


  • Chief Keef – Text

    [Intro]
    SOSA BABY..

    [Hook]
    Runnin’ up that sack
    Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
    And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
    In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
    I’m all about a stack
    Big ass blunts of thracks, & that be the OG, just to be exact
    She like how I flex, so she want some sex
    I don’t wanna talk
    She don’t wanna text

    [Verse 1]
    Please don’t cross the gun line, gon’ cost you your sunshine
    And I got the D-line lookin’ like a lunch line
    And today is payday, so you know it’s crunch time
    Got my AR with me, that’s my lil sunshine
    Pour that codeine up, it’s bout that get drunk time
    You gon catch your deer, Imma go and hunt mine
    Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies
    Y’all my shorties so, when you see me say "What up Dad!"
    Ain’t’ no puff, puff-pass, Boa I had a rough past
    In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag
    You know the streets is [?] Get stuck like a thumb tac
    Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and getcho drum back

    [Verse 2]
    Ima pour this pint up in some lemon lime
    You can get yo shit split, fuckin’ wit me n the guys
    Mobbin with some big shit, don’t pay us no mind
    Hit you wit’ some big hits, won’t take us no time
    Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
    Pockets be on be big bitch, I’m not even lyin’
    This shit is off the fuckin dome, I’m not even tryin’
    It ain’t hard to get up wit’ me, I’m not even hidin’
    Bwoy that old ass Benz, you not even slidin’
    Hit yo’ bitch from the back, she gone let me have it
    Bitch I’m all about the dollas like I play with Dallas
    Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
    BANG
    This shit is crazy..
    I’m a 90’s baby, I know nothin’ bout the 80’s
    Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
    We was really warrin’, I looked up and God just saved me

    [Hook]
    Runnin’ up that sack
    Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
    And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
    In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
    I’m all about a stack
    Big ass blunts of thracks; & that be the O.G. just to be exact
    She like how I flex, so she want some sex
    I don’t wanna talk
    She don’t wanna text

    BANG!


  • Chief Keef – Glory Bridge Lyrics

    [Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    All fly shit I used to go to school like this
    Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
    Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
    She keep lying on my dick she on some hoochie shit
    We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
    I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
    Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
    You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

    [Verse 2: Chief Keef]
    Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
    No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
    Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
    Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
    Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
    Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
    You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
    Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
    I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
    Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
    I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
    Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
    [?]
    Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
    Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
    Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
    She know I got more sauce than A1
    Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
    Shawn Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
    She think I’m cute, top me quick, it was a fast one

    [Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
    She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
    If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
    30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
    I’m in my bag now I’m OD, yeah
    I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
    I give money and they lowkey, yeah
    Hit her once and then I proceed
    And I can’t picture bein broke these days
    She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
    If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
    She was covered up in codeine, ayy
    You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
    Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
    I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
    Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy


  • Chief Keef – Glory Bridge (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

    [Verse One: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    All fly shit I used to go to school like this
    Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
    Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
    She keep lying on my dick she on hoochie shit
    We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
    I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
    Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
    You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

    [Verse 2: Chief Keef]
    Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
    No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
    Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
    Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
    Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
    Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
    You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
    Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
    I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
    Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
    I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
    Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
    [?]
    Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
    Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
    Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
    She know I got more sauce than A1
    Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
    Shaun Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
    [?] it was a fast one

    [Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
    She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
    If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
    30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
    I’m in my bank now I’m OD, yeah
    I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
    I give money and they lowkey, yeah
    Hit her once and then I proceed
    And I can’t picture bein broke these days
    She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
    If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
    She was covered up in codeine, ayy
    You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
    Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
    I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
    Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy


  • Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk – Whatyo City Like

    [Tee Grizzley:]
    What your city like?

    [Lil Durk & Tee Grizzley:]
    What your city like?
    Where I’m from gotta keep that blick on you
    Park at your crib, have my young niggas hit on you
    You a killer or a snitch, you gon’ kill me or trick on me?
    What your city like?

    [Tee Grizzley:]
    My city be shakin’ that bag
    My city got hoes that’s shittin’ on niggas
    But even the hoes get hit in they head
    What your city like?

    [Lil Durk:]
    My city had changed the culture
    I be with vultures
    I can be with you for days, and I’ll be the nigga that poke you
    What your city like?

    [Tee Grizzley:]
    My city the home of Meech, home of the riots
    My city violent, niggas’ll tell you they love you
    But really they don’t even like you
    What your city like?

    [Lil Durk:]
    Shit, I’m from the city of Hoover
    Bump and slide, we was robbin’ the jeweler
    I was in school but shit had made me a shooter
    What your city like?

    [Tee Grizzley:]
    I’m from the city of Kwame
    Clean up the scene, wipe off the choppers
    And drive to the lake and get rid of the bodies
    What your city like?

    [Lil Durk:]
    Shit, we do not honor no OG
    They smoke you and turn you to OG
    Had that young nigga take that case, he juvy
    You must be stupid think you gang gang, boy your ass a goofy
    Know some bitches that be crackin’ giffys, they be boostin’
    What your city like?

    [Tee Grizzley:]
    If it get like that then it get like that
    Beef slide down we gon’ get right back
    Nigga just like that
    Got locked, told niggas I’ma be back
    Soon as I got back got three plaques
    Opps on Twitter, we ain’t gon’ tweet back
    I’ma pop off broad day, no ski mask
    My city where the pirhanas at
    Jump in that water and drown in that
    I hit Kentucky with three hundred grams for five days and bring ninety back
    I started off with a ninety pack
    Such and such, he can vouch for that
    Can’t say his name all over these tracks
    ‘Cause that nigga know where the body at
    What your city like nigga?

    [Lil Durk:]
    Shit, we take the drugs to Iowa
    Home the swiper
    When you a gangster don’t go off a title
    I know some opps that’s scared of the bible
    Yeah yeah, pick up the Glock and put down the rifle
    Seventeen with a seventeen
    This ain’t back then, we not fighting

    [Tee Grizzley:]
    Can’t come to our cities, they know what’s up with ’em
    Cool with the killers, they really my niggas
    They opps mobs, can’t fuck with them niggas
    Durk on his way to Detroit, better call me soon as you hit
    I’ma put choppers around you, my nigga don’t even trip

    [Lil Durk:]
    Shit you the way to the Chi? I’ll link you up with the six
    Two Glocks shawty wrong, yeah you gon’ ride with them sticks
    And I know your ass on parole, so two Glocks in the dip
    And I heard blood turned crip, olympic medal how he flip
    Ayy T, put me on them Detroit bitches

    [Tee Grizzley:]
    That shit gon’ be easy, only thing they hate is decoy niggas
    You ain’t gotta check in the hotel, my nigga just come to the crib
    As far as the hoes, you fuckin’ off rip, they know who you is
    Tell Booka I’ma get him a bitch that got her some paper
    ‘Cause rich hoes love real niggas, they don’t need ’em to save her
    I’ma get up with later, I gotta go see my agent
    Next time I come to Chi make sure you return the favor

    [Lil Durk & Tee Grizzley:]
    I’ma return it
    Put on a condom, she burnin’
    How the fuck you know she burnin’?
    Shit, I heard that she burnin’
    She must don’t know me yet, think I buy her a Birkin bag
    Bitch, your lil twerkin’ ass
    You ain’t even worth a bag, yeah nah