Kid Ink – On Demand Lyrics


(Intro)
Uhhh
It’s Tha Alumni
Uhhh
That be Maaly Raw

(Chorus)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

(Post-Chorus)
Okay, let’s go
The zip, don’t close
The flip you chose
I pick and roll
The whip, you so gross
The girl, with the fo’
Just doubled up my O’s
And tripled up my dough

(Bridge)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

(Verse 1)
Yah, yah, think somebody high, yah
Drop down, dunk on you like Zion, oh
We them young niggas with no guidance
Roll one, face up, tatted like the Mayans
Don’t f**k with me ’cause my family feel
Dirty ghetto kids came up of that can of food
Now I cop the bag, party pack, you can’t refuse
Tryna keep my sh*t together, can’t stop breakin’ rules and makin’ moves
I’m in this bitch on my Damien Wayne
That mean more money and major pay
I can’t sit and watch you eating, I go get a plate, nah
These niggas did it for themselves, I do it for steak

(Chorus)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

(Post-Chorus)
The zip, don’t close
The flip you chose
I pick and roll
The whip, you so gross
The girl, with the fo’
Just doubled up my O’s
And tripled up my dough

(Bridge)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

(Verse 2)
I’m back again, its what it looks
Might switch up the style, still with the crooks
Got that Dirty Harry on me, need to hit the suds
You so fogi, actin’ phony, swear you niggas sus
I finally got the plug, it came out the mud
Don’t believe in love, way hoes don’t believe in love
Got my stripes, same way that Adidas does
In this Lambo, really feel like I could beat the fuzz
Slip and slide, it’s one a time
You never seen this sh*t before, it’s one a’ kind
Do it, Biggie, hypnotizer
I can get into it, shawty, dead on arrival

(Chorus)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
Grab my hand if you think you qualify, yah
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
On demand, you know I got the supply, yah

(Post-Chorus)
The zip, don’t close
The flip you chose
I pick and roll
The whip, you so gross
The girl, with the fo’
Just doubled up my O’s
And tripled up my dough

(Bridge)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)
Yah, yah, yah yah, yah
(Yah, yah, yah yah, yah)

YFN Lucci – Key To The Streets (June James Genius Mix) (feat. 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & Quavo) (Key To The Streets (Keychain Pack) EP)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz, whoa

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I got the keys to the Wraith
Inside look like outer space, uh uh
I had a meal with no plate
I take myself out on dates, uh uh
I got the key to the mansion
Ho call my phone, I don’t answer
I fuck a bitch on a Banshee
My chandelier’ll start dancin’, uh uh
I got the key to the Maybach
I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh
I got a .38 special
It got black tape ’round the handle, uh uh
I got a lock on my shoe
That’s a Buscemi pattern, yeah
Rest in peace Johnny, man
He had more keys than Khaled, yeah
All of my flows is violent, all of my hoes is solid
All of my hoes is naughty
When they expose their body, they got a pole beside it
Don’t need no clothes beside it
All of my hoes excited
If you got gas then light it
Got you a case? Then fight it
Empty the safe deposit, uh uh

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
We got key, we got key, we got key, nigga
Put some extra on it, make your partner bleed with him
When it’s extra on, it ain’t guaranteed, nigga
I put some extra on it, can’t believe I sold it
I’m a gangsta and your bitch she love that
Lookin’ at my ankle, I’m like, where the love at?
I’ve been juggin’ since a fuckin’ rugrat
You probably was a rat, snitch
I’ve been closin’ deals way before the rap
Bakin’ soda wrapped, try and get a bigger ‘mount
Niggas lyin’, told my kid can’t even get around
Niggas lyin’, talkin’ ’bout kid keep tryin’, don’t make a sound
I need my crown, nigga I’m talkin’ Nino Brown

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I told my bitch I’ll get her a Birkin bag
I had no idea that shit was 30 bands
Fuck the record deal, I got sex appeal
Lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels
I got the key to the streets on my key chain
Like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang
Niggas namin’ names, doin’ anything for a famous name
And these hoes the same
We were supposed to change since Dr. King
We shall overcome, we never overcame
I take over the game, and if you think it’s a game
Then it’s all about the final score of the game
I put my woe in the game, I put my ho on the ‘caine
Now we fuck more, gave my daughter the game
Niggas all the same
And I done broke every heart but yours
I just pulled off from the gun store
And the Azure was something that’ll make you tuck yours
I got the keys to the streets
But I don’t need nothing but my feet for your front door
Lil’ daddy cause I’m Illmatic, I’m still at it
Now she lookin’ at it, now she lookin’ at me
Fly her to Miami, now the bitch tannin’
Now she lookin’ khaki
I’m lookin’ for it, purple Activ’
I’ma sip it like a Virgin Daiquiri
In Cuba with my nigga Dirty Harry
Walk a fine line with sturdy banisters
Got birdies landin’, got murderers handy
I’ma take a power nap
Cause I done got so comfy in the trap, I forgot I rap
Plus I’m on so much shit
My insides feelin’ like a lava lamp
Anybody trip, collar flap
You better tighten your bottle cap, little nigga

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

YFN Lucci – Key To The Streets (feat. Migos & Trouble) (Novel Dance Trap Mix) (Key To The Streets (Keychain Pack) EP)

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz, whoa

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
I got the keys to the Wraith
Inside look like outer space, uh uh
I had a meal with no plate
I take myself out on dates, uh uh
I got the key to the mansion
Ho call my phone, I don’t answer
I fuck a bitch on a Banshee
My chandelier’ll start dancin’, uh uh
I got the key to the Maybach
I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh
I got a .38 special
It got black tape ’round the handle, uh uh
I got a lock on my shoe
That’s a Buscemi pattern, yeah
Rest in peace Johnny, man
He had more keys than Khaled, yeah
All of my flows is violent, all of my hoes is solid
All of my hoes is naughty
When they expose their body, they got a pole beside it
Don’t need no clothes beside it
All of my hoes excited
If you got gas then light it
Got you a case? Then fight it
Empty the safe deposit, uh uh

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
We got key, we got key, we got key, nigga
Put some extra on it, make your partner bleed with him
When it’s extra on, it ain’t guaranteed, nigga
I put some extra on it, can’t believe I sold it
I’m a gangsta and your bitch she love that
Lookin’ at my ankle, I’m like, where the love at?
I’ve been juggin’ since a fuckin’ rugrat
You probably was a rat, snitch
I’ve been closin’ deals way before the rap
Bakin’ soda wrapped, try and get a bigger ‘mount
Niggas lyin’, told my kid can’t even get around
Niggas lyin’, talkin’ ’bout kid keep tryin’, don’t make a sound
I need my crown, nigga I’m talkin’ Nino Brown

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I told my bitch I’ll get her a Birkin bag
I had no idea that shit was 30 bands
Fuck the record deal, I got sex appeal
Lit like an electric eel, fat rims, anorexic wheels
I got the key to the streets on my key chain
Like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang
Niggas namin’ names, doin’ anything for a famous name
And these hoes the same
We were supposed to change since Dr. King
We shall overcome, we never overcame
I take over the game, and if you think it’s a game
Then it’s all about the final score of the game
I put my woe in the game, I put my ho on the ‘caine
Now we fuck more, gave my daughter the game
Niggas all the same
And I done broke every heart but yours
I just pulled off from the gun store
And the Azure was something that’ll make you tuck yours
I got the keys to the streets
But I don’t need nothing but my feet for your front door
Lil’ daddy cause I’m Illmatic, I’m still at it
Now she lookin’ at it, now she lookin’ at me
Fly her to Miami, now the bitch tannin’
Now she lookin’ khaki
I’m lookin’ for it, purple Activ’
I’ma sip it like a Virgin Daiquiri
In Cuba with my nigga Dirty Harry
Walk a fine line with sturdy banisters
Got birdies landin’, got murderers handy
I’ma take a power nap
Cause I done got so comfy in the trap, I forgot I rap
Plus I’m on so much shit
My insides feelin’ like a lava lamp
Anybody trip, collar flap
You better tighten your bottle cap, little nigga

[Hook: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your ho and pay her bills
Yeah we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your ho on a leash
Got a plug, he Vietnamese
We the niggas they wanna be
Cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets
Hey, we got the key to the streets

Denzel Curry – Ultimate

Ultimate Lyrics by Denzel Curry

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face so now you late, open the gates

Great, eliminate like ElimiDate
Hey, young boy had to penetrate
Face, young boy done caught a case
Bang, now his mama living with the pain
Wait, doctor says he’s gonna stay
Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate
Now a nigga harder than the head of the state
Denzel Curry is the new candidate
Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite
Stop this shit, chop your esophagus
Bitches be bopping it, bow down and popping it
Dropping it in her esophagus
She get so nasty, in public she classy
Perhaps she is able to swallow it
Girl, I can make you a star
Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch
Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness
Narcissist, part time an arsonist
Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch
Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus
Dearly departed, it’s done when it started
So now that I’m living so harmonious
Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate
I am the best, there’s no politics, bitch, I’m ultimate

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face so now you late, open the gates

Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium
Open the internet, photosynthesis
Put up parentheses, temporary
Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry
Just might bust a bitch, never knew my life
But yet the question is is he fake, is he real
What the message is, chop a bitch nigga up
I’ma sever it when I sever shit
I kill ’em, no Kony, these niggas ain’t homies
Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly
Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic
Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic
Flow like a foreigner, I’m the torturer
Out of South Florida, call the coroner
Killed in the corridor, I’m the overlord
Rhymes like a sorcerer, I’m an animorph
Bitch, I’m a beast
Nigga, you tell me who fucking with me
K to the I to the N to the G
Claim you the hottest, but I disagree
Better love something than get a degree
This for lord infamous so R.I.P
Arrivederci, bitches looking thirsty, riding through the dirty
Like it’s mandatory, ending of the story

I am the one, don’t weigh a ton
Don’t need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don’t have a face so now you late, open the gates