Tag: Kill Bill

Rels B – Keep It Lyrics

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[Letra de “Keep It”]

[Intro]
Ah
Ah, ah, check it out, ah
What?, what?
One, two
Keep it real, yo’
Got it, keep it real, yo’
Ah, check it out, ah
Uno, dos, ey, yo’, yo’

[Verso 1]
Ey, yo’, check-check it out, yo no sigo a la marea
Como dice el Ébano, ”real como la jalea”
En tu barrio creo que el hip-hop is dead
Porque llevan 15 año’ rapeando y no tienen idea
Fuck that, las reparto como Kill Bill
Llega el fin del mundo, celebremos con un brindis
En el barrio quinquis vive del hachís
Meto el trece y yo remonto como Tracy McGrady
Esa zorra dijo “no encuentro el hombre para mí”, mientras se tira lo que no está escrito
Pilla mis capítulos
Y que te follen si cambiaste los freestyles por cubatas en la disco
Fuck fakes, y fuck oportunistas
Mi rap está en la lista, en tu crisma, a lo Fill Black
Ponte Dani y luego Luis La Enne, y lo flipas
Lo más real que escucharás en esta puta isla

[Interludio]
Ah, what?
Keep it real, yo’
Got it, keep it real, yo’
Ah, ah, check it out, ah
Yo’, what?

[Verso 2]
Estoy viviendo low life con rimas y spray, hey
Noches a las tantas sampleando Barry White
Ey, guys, estoy haciendo dónde no llegáis
Después de la peli descubristeis el ready to die
No, imposible convivir con esto
Ya no hay ilusión de querer seguir con esto
Solo hay depresión por querer seguir con esto
Por no hacerte daño estoy pudriéndome por dentro
Ah, tiene que haber otra salida
Pero deja las mentiras porque sé que son mentiras
Soy el león al que mató la estampida, eh
Como un señor, polo sport y deportivas
Chavales que con 13 fardan de maqueta
Te hablan de la calle y aún están mamando teta, fuck
Y suda de esos perros cobardes que si hablan a tus espaldas es porque estás por delante

[Outro]
Ah, ah
Keep it real, yo’
Got it, keep it real, yo’
Uno, dos, uno, dos, eh, yo’
Rels
What?, what?, ah
Check it out, ah
Check-check-check it out, ah
What?
Keep it real, yo’
Got it, keep it real, yo’

Azealia Banks – Nirvana Lyrics

No te enamores
No te ilusiones
Somos salvajes
Tu no me conoces
Bitch I’m the real deal
My diamonds on so damn frill
Si tu me preguntas lo que me gusta en la cama soy Kill Bill
Soy una freak, esa es mi fama
Pero en la mesa, yo soy una dama
Vestida de Prada y en la minifalda
SI te comes todo me quedo sin nada
Y es un placer, no digas nada
Y yo como bala, ya nadie me para

Tan pronto el me dice que me ama
Pero solo yo el que quiero a la cama
Dale con calma hasta la mañana
Aprovecha en la noche que ya no hay mañana
Yo soy la princesa, tu eres la rana
Y yo lo que quiero es llegar al Nirvana

Llegar al Nirvana
Llévame al Nirvana

Yo no quiero que tu pienses que te quiero ni un poquito
Lo que quiero es doggystyle, y se llama perreito

So seductive in expensive gowns
I got on Princess cuts
I’m feeling frigid now
He in Armani tux
I’m gettin’ pregnant now
No prenup on
We gettin’ married now
f**ked up on me when he skated town
You know that dick was good
I’m bout to bust him down
I’m bout to bust up out
All you f**kin’ clowns
Niggas kiss the ring but never touch the crown

Tan pronto el me dice que me ama
Pero solo yo el que quiero a la cama
Dale con calma hasta la mañana
Aprovecha en la noche que ya no hay mañana
Yo soy la princesa, tu eres la rana
Y yo lo que quiero es llegar al Nirvana

Llegar al Nirvana
Llévame al Nirvana

Machine Gun Kelly – FLOOR 13 Lyrics

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[Intro]
Fuck

[Refrain]
I just spent too many minutes watchin’ little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me
I just spent the winter livin’ after someone tried to send a kill shot, missin’ me
Young blonde don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily
Why you think they call me The Gunner?
I’m poppin’ off on anybody if they trigger me

[Verse 1]
Black and yellow jacket on like I’m Kill Bill
Grew up scrappin’ and I still will
We can take it back to 2012
I was trappin’ on the tour bus with Meek Mill
Take it back to Cleveland, when they gate chase
17 years, no plea deal
2014, when the people try to rob me in the lobby
I bet they can feel the feet still
Point out my enemies soon as they mention me
Call an assembly, pick up a pen and put you out your misery
Written in history, it was gonna happen eventually
I just can’t wait ’til the day I run into you physically
For everything that I went through mentally
When it felt like everybody in the world was against me
When all the critics and every article tryin’ to offend me
My daughter slapped a kid for talkin’ ’bout me in elementary

[Pre-Chorus]
We ain’t playin’, it’s deeper than the thing
People gettin’ checked for disrespectin’ the Philly name
Two chopsticks, no lo mein
Hollow tips, got no name
Buss them shits with no aim
Like it’s Bird Box, but the blindfold is a black flag
This time, it come from a face
The dashcam just saw me kill on everybody

[Chorus]
I got off on floor 13, no in between
I roll my weed with fontaine leaf
I chop my coke on hotel keys
I chop this face like Constantine
Constantly get déjà vu
I see me when I look at you
I never die, I multiply
So don’t cry at my funeral

[Refrain]
I just spent too many minutes watchin’ little videos of shitty wannabe rappers dissing me
I just spent the winter livin’ after someone tried to send a kill shot, missin’ me
Young blonde don and the double-X mob got a gang out in Sicily
Why you think they call me The Gunner?
I’m poppin’ off on anybody if they trigger me

[Verse 2]
What would this generation of hip-hop be
Without me here to piss y’all off?
I see the blogs, I read the comments
I’m confused, I need to pause
Look at y’all waitin’ on me to fall off
While I’m lookin’ at y’all from a suite in the Waldorf
I sold 40 million records, I ain’t even 30
Give me 20 seconds, I’ll list 10 movies that I been in
One legend that tried to fuck with me and got the venom
One publication that said that I will never be in it
One agent that told me without her, my career was be finished
And I couldn’t give a single fuck inside my cerebellum
Y’all award shows suck, go tell ’em
We ain’t suckin’ no dick in the 21-6
Bro, I always should’ve landed like Beckham
On the 13th floor with a weapon

[Pre-Chorus]
I heard that they call me, yeah, let ’em in
I got somethin’ for ’em, yeah, please forgive my sins
Blood on my Ralph Lauren, yeah, I can’t wash this shit
Wake up, say, “Good morning,” yeah, like I forgot

[Chorus]
Got off on floor 13, no in between
I roll my weed with fontaine leaf
I chop my coke on hotel keys
I chop this face like Constantine
Constantly get déjà vu
I see me when I look at you
I never die, I multiply
So don’t cry at my funeral

[Outro]
Hotel Diablo

YBN Cordae – Have Mercy Lyrics

[Intro]
Kid
Ugh

[Chorus]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin’ like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin’, beware
I don’t know where I’m goin’, huh
But I hope I’m on the right path
Life’ll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back

[Verse 1]
There’s no complainin’ on this side
My niggas, shit is not tolerated
Cut some niggas off like a operation
And my team way more consolidated
Suite presidential, that’s inauguration
‘Cause we cookin’ crack like Ronald Reagan
Chip on my shoulder, boy, I’m not for waitin’
Divine timin’, took a lot of patience
Now it’s time for the takeover, all gas and the brake’s slower
Took a trip out to Tokyo, now I’m here in Paris for the layover
Fuck old niggas, boy, your day’s over
You mad at me because your pace slower
Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower, I was just sleepin’ on a sofa
Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
‘Cause I’m way doper, better stay sober
I paint pictures, you a Crayola
I got a bad bitch and she laid over
She really asked could she stay over
I told her that we need to face closure
The smell of money has a great odor
These the things that I prayed over

[Chorus]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin’ like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin’, beware
I don’t know where I’m goin’, huh
But I hope I’m on the right path
Life’ll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back (Huh, huh)

[Verse 2]
Why cry over spilled milk if you still feel I’m the real deal?
My bitch bad with no ill-will ’cause she’ll murk a nigga like Kill Bill
Loose slips sink ships, Cam’ron pink drip, that is my fashion
I’m not really with the high flashin’, it’s no helpin’ with my braggin’
I penetrate it, been the greatest
New house, renovate it
I got the juice, you eliminated
Pussy niggas always instigatin’
Can’t fuck me over, boy, I’m too clever
That applies all to whoever
I’m just here to pursue pleasure
Boy, I’m goin’ out like Hugh Hefner

[Chorus]
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinnin’ like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma comin’, beware
I don’t know where I’m goin’, huh
But I hope I’m on the right path
Life’ll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas goin’ out slight sad
Know I’m all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back

[Outro]
Baby Jesus, please save us
Baby Jesus, please save us

Logic – YSIV Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
They say they want the old Logic
The one that flow like a faucet
I’m still the same me
They just don’t believe it like they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject matter is still the same
Production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come-up ’cause you ain’t tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That’s the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19 to 2019, been murdering this shit for a decade
From the boom bap to the trap, let my style cascade
Listen, listen, yeah
What’s the dealy? Pass the Philly
Get silly, that’s on the really
We snappin’ like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I’m talking Achilles
Try to play me like I ain’t me but I provided all the deets
Who you know worth $50 million still rapping on breakbeats?
From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots, and many more
Of course, we could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur
Fuck the police
No, we ain’t fucking with our pastor
I’m the bastard that mastered the flow, said it once before for sure
While 6ix produce hits from the soul, you already know
Visualising and realising my life is fucking crazy
Poppin’ like Jay-Z
Dirty dancing on the game like Swayze
I’m one of the illest, and bitch, I’ve been ready to kill this, it’s so amazing
Bitch, I’ve been blazing, I’m talking grass, I ain’t talking grazing
Latest shit the tape while I sip scotch
Let the haters kick rocks
My flow is tip-top; I never flip flop, why?
‘Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own ’cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated
I’m hated, but yeah, that’s how you know I made it
I’m one of the illest, I’m one of the realest
I’m ready to kill this ’til people they feel this
Me and my team made millions but you know we still us
Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
I’m single-handedly running the game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass ’em the Tony, pass ’em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, Logic’s the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate that last line
Probably haters on the internet ain’t got nothing to bargain
Said I’d never make it, bitch, I just sold out the Garden
Sinatra

[Outro]
Young Sinatra IV, the album
September 28th
Bringing that boom bap back for the RattPack

Kodak Black – Loyal Lyrics

[Intro]
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get for bein’ real
Look what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get
This what I get for lovin’ you
This what I get for lovin’ you
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ real
This what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get for lovin’ you
Look what I get

[Verse]
You got my number, so don’t take it to the Internet
I’m a real nigga, so I don’t get into that
Kill Bill, I be flyin’ with the kill TEC
I don’t believe in karma, I ain’t get killed yet
But I don’t wanna die, I just wanna live
Real niggas don’t die, we get on the pill
[?] ’bout to come home on the pill
And he ’bout to offer fam another plea deal
I can’t even S.I.P., can’t smoke in peace
I can’t even R.I.P., can’t roll in peace
I don’t rest in peace, bitch, I roll in peace
I can’t even H.I.P., can’t hoe in peace
I’m cheatin’ on my bitch, but I can’t hoe in peace
I ain’t lukewarm, bitch, I’m cold as heat
Ayy, fuck with me, I’m fuckin’ loyal
Niggas kill you ’cause they love you, they want no remorse
How the fuck you put a baby on child support?
I’m married to the game, I don’t want no divorce
I set a standard, then I stand on it
This what I get for bein’ real, don’t it?
This what I get for bein’ real, do it?
And I ain’t got no heart, so I don’t feel Cupid
And I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get in return
I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get what I earn
I don’t show no love ’cause I don’t get what I deserve
Took my energy off the curb, put it on the verse
Now every time I say a word, cost a quarter million
I’m rockin’ pony hair boots, this is pony hair
I’m rockin’ pony hair boots, this is real fur
And I be lookin’ like a million every time I splurge
That’s just what I get for bein’ real to her
That what I get for bein’ real to you
I stepped up out the game, had to step in the booth
I stepped right on a nigga, now I step in the booth
And trust me, I ain’t ever need a vest for the booth
And I ain’t had no choice of what you left me to do
You made me heartless
You made me heartless
You made me
You made me heartless

[Outro]
Look what I get
Look what I get for bein’ loyal
Look what I get for bein’ real
Look what I get for bein’ true
Look what I get

Ski Mask the Slump God – My Mind

[Intro]
Natra
Yuh, fuck out my mind, bottle, ayy
Six on me, six, ayy, gold on me, hey
Bottle

[Chorus]
I can’t control, this mind of mine, huh
Yet I climb, huh, and I get high
I can’t control, this mind of mine
Yet I climb, while I get high

[Verse]
Ayy, ayy, I tell ’em one hunnid, ’cause I’m one hunnid
And her nigga runnin’, when I’m in her tummy
Ayy-ayy, these niggas so ass, I bought them a seat cushion
Niggas so sad, tryna be the shit like poopy pushin’
Said these niggas cats, like they Chinese food
They don’t want beef, likin’ Tofu
Got my balls in the right spot, like Kill Bill, dawg
I’m not Nate Dogg, but got a whole soul, huh
Uh, so tell them niggas three hunna, ’cause my age is three hunna
Roman Gucci toga, cost me ’bout six baby strollers
Ayy, she wanna tell me somethin’ special
Just like she a fortune cookie, or wet like loogie
When she be droppin’ that neck
I just humina, humina, humina, okay, ayy
Just like I was a lil’ flower seed
You was a Sun to me, I take your energy
Drop-top like Kennedy, heard what I said to these people
Speak with them bees, like I’m spendin’ on Louie tees

[Chorus]
I can’t control, this mind of mine, I
Yet I climb, and I get high (it’s a mothafuckin’ celebration)
I can’t control, this mind of mine (you can’t stop me, wooh!)
Yet I climb, while I get high

Future and Young Thug – Real Love Lyrics


(Intro: Future)
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

(Pre-Chorus: Young Thug)
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keypad, no key to my doors
And we made love!

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future)
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

(Verse 1: Young Thug)
Show me the love to my friends b*tch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the rich
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f**ked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter, jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my ni**a tell it
Up a hundred mil !
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant and I took off the veneers
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the Kel-tec, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

(Interlude: Future)
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Verse 2: Future)
I don’t give a f**k about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk ni**a, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I didn’t measured it so I’m higher than Aladdin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GT and fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

(Chorus: Young Thug)
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another Xanny
I’m f**kin’ on your b*tch when I land in the States from another planet
Fly as a b*tch when I make mistakes, and I don’t plan it, yeah

(Outro: Future)
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love

FUTURE – Real Love lyrics

[Intro: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
It’s true I said I love you but I didn’t promise
We came from grippin’ the K’s, our fingers got bunions
Keep adding on keys to my door
And we made love

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & Future]
Yeah, I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me)
I bet she loves me (I bet she loves me, I bet she loves me)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Show me the love to my friends bitch
I dropped the top out the Benz
Been rockin’ since creme de la creme, yeah
I know we never go in
I tat the footprint of my kids, ayy
Life of recess
Starvin’ to the ceilings
Can’t forget, my big brother called me home from a bid, yeah
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
Turbo nine eleven coupe for the ridge
I f*cked her friend, I would never tell her
I feed the swoop peanut butter jelly
Up a hundred mil, let my nigga tell it
Up a hundred mil
I done cracked the seal, let these haters tell it
But I cracked the seal
I can get ’em killed, yeah Kill Bill
And I got diamonds from my toes up to my ears
Yeah I got an implant inside, took off the goodyears
Yeah I got red diamond on the eye ring, not tears
Got the shirt off in the Rolls Royce, yeah
Put a hole on the killtech, ’cause I ain’t tryna get killed yet, umm

[Interlude: Future]
I bet she love
I bet she love, love
I bet she love me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Verse 2: Future]
I don’t give a f*ck about big homie, I’m big homie ’round here
I’m rockin’ blue diamonds, ain’t nothin’ to get ya killed
You gonna get scarred, you don’t get eternal life (I bet, yeah)
Ballin out for X before I rolled dice, (I bet, yeah)
The agent just called and said the Hawks was available, I’m ready
You’re all about the hawk nigga, that G5 is calling you (it’s callin’ you)
It’s pink way more than I ever imagined (imagined)
I done measured it so I’m higher than Aladin (leggo)
No swaps out, I’m undecided whenever I pop out
I had the swerve for four years, I’m still under forty thousand miles
Bought the Bentley coupe and a bedspread on the same day
She drove the GTF, fell in love with it the same day
She told me it was her favorite car, she dreamed about it
I couldn’t walk away, my ego all in the way
I dropped cash on it, she told me she loved me even more (Freebandz)
These photos and quaaludes, they got me dehydrated
Turn on me, sue me, now nothing seems to amaze me
I left on a commercial flight and downgraded
If I can change anything I wouldn’t erase it (I wouldn’t erase it)
Came back on a private plane and upgraded (I made it)
It had to be destiny, it had to be the recipe
It had to be the formula, I’m not normal
I told you (I told you)
If you woulda took the flesh out me (took the flesh out me)
You woulda ran off with it and tried to convince me it was karma
(I bet she love)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All this fake love got me damaged
I can’t take it, I just popped another xanny
I’m f*ckin’ on your bitch when I land in the states from another planet
Fly as a bitch when I make mistakes and I don’t plan it, yeah

[Outro: Future]
I bet she love, love
I bet she love, love
I bet she
I bet she love

Mozzy – Fall Off (1 Up Top Ahk Album)

I’m really the embodiment of this P shit you niggas is bangin
Never forget where I’m from
Bang this shit passionately, love my niggas unconditionally
Momma n them straight
Long as I eat, they ate

[Chorus] x2
When that check come, imma call y’all
Do this shit here for all y’all
We ain’t never finna fall off
Na, we ain’t never finna fall off
We gon run it up on these broke niggas
I said, we ain’t never finna fall off
We gon run it up on these broke niggas
I said, we ain’t never finna fall off

[Verse 1]
Run it up or you ain’t handlin'(?) up, backpack wit them bandikas
Last year I was broke as fuck, I said fuck a bitch and went and ran it up
Niggas better quit playin’ wit us, standin’ up for my ‘hood
Blammied up in your ‘hood, they can’t stand me up in your ‘hood
I heard they ran you out of your ‘hood, cuz you ain’t lookin’ out for your people
When the gang war needed revenue, I gave 20 thou to my people
Imma hold it down for my people, shoot a hunnid rounds for my people
I put him on and he still on, I’m hella proud of my people
You know they love us way out in Omaha, fuck wit blood n them, on the mob
Minnesota and Louisville, pullin’ up is what we do for real
If I don’t tell ’em chill they’ll shoot to kill, they’ll shoot to kill
If I don’t tell ’em chill they’ll shoot to kill, yeah they’ll shoot to kill
I don’t want the pint if you removed the seal, 10k whoever do the drill
If yo shooters won’t then my shooters will, pullin’ up is what we do for real
I don’t want the pint if you removed the seal, 10k whoever do the drill
If yo shooters won’t then my shooters will, pullin’ up is what we do for real

[Chorus] x2
When that check come, imma call y’all
Do this shit here for all y’all
We ain’t never finna fall off
Na, we ain’t never finna fall off
We gon run it up on these broke niggas
I said, we ain’t never finna fall off
We gon run it up on these broke niggas
I said, we ain’t never finna fall off

[Verse 2]
Came home to a soft ten, tapped in and got locked in
If you yicki’d up then you can hop in, you ain’t yicki’d up, you can’t hop in
Bitch fagged and got knocked again, the other bitch made the drop again
One up top I’m finna drop again, pour a four in this Tropican
Hell na, I’ll never fall again, hell na, I’ll never fall again
When I fell off you wasn’t lookin’ out, so I’ll never answer y’all call again
Kill Bill and them callin’ in, gangland like for real though
You ain’t shot nothin’ that I know about? Then we consider y’all weirdos
JPay like a muhfucka, tryna put the whole tier on
Ya momma straight, I still care for her, they got her workin’ at the care home
Hell gangin’ like every song, so many shots it need air holes
Hell gangin’ like every song, so many shots it need air holes
Knock him off just for starin’ wrong, on God
I’ll knock him off just for starin’ wrong, on God
JPay like a muhfucka, tryna put the whole tier on
Ya momma straight, I still care for her, they got her workin’ at the care home

[Chorus] x2
When that check come, imma call y’all
Do this shit here for all y’all
We ain’t never finna fall off
Na, we ain’t never finna fall off
We gon run it up on these broke niggas
I said, we ain’t never finna fall off
We gon run it up on these broke niggas
I said, we ain’t never finna fall off

Binary Star – Two’s Company (Waterworld 3 Album)

It’s such a beautiful creation, God’s Art
And I ain’t even started talking ’bout the body parts
Voltron when we’ not apart,
Lion heart
Warrior in the dark,
and even the riots start

Not the average B’s/beast
She aim for the higher marks
Trade knowledge wit me
College degree
Hella Smart

Thinking ’bout them times
We pulled debit cards
Jedi’s
The red eye flights came from hella far

Just to get with the real deal
Won’t stab you in the heart
like Vivica, Kill Bill
But villain I will chill

Deeper than a cat fish school
no swimming drills
More revolution
less televised
the real Gil/gill

Hi Jack a Jill hill
figure like steel mill

Get behind the big wheel
How did the meal feel?

Blow in the wind mill
To send chills
Similar to notes I kill,
whatever pen spills

Being a Queen that’s means having authority

From the majority
Similar her sorority

It’s kinda hard to ignore
She’ never boring me
Got me looking forward to foreign
And not important things

Vacations
Sand castles
Royal things
Real world love stories
Without the horror scenes

Support the King
And plus, she got her own dreams
Both working smart
playin harder
Than a sports team

Yung Simmie – 3 In 1 (Freestyle) (Simmie Season 2 Mixtape)

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
Fake niggas will never know realer
Ape shit like I hang with gorillas
Niggas talk hard they ain’t no killer
‘Til we pull up like "Hey lil’ nigga"
No like halo nigga
Extendos at yo’ halo nigga
Yeah I smoke but I don’t do swishers
Smokin’ moon rocks I moon walk like "Thriller"
My bitch white so I am that nigga
I pill up the block layin’ shots out the window
You can’t keep up ’cause yo’ ends low
I gotta be myself niggas copy like ten fold
I go hard but I make it look simple
I gave that bitch back she was somethin’ like a rental
I don’t wanna fuck, give me dental
If her ex here he get whipped with a pistol
So don’t diss me I don’t diss you
Ain’t talkin’ money I’ma have to dismiss you
Niggas sayin’ what they won’t do
Playin’ both sides but I been with the same crew
Been sippin’ drank, I be smokin’ stain
Nigga fuck beer I don’t do the brew
I be in the cut, rollin’ up the weed
Smokin’ by myself I won’t smoke with you
You ain’t from my hood what you doin’ on my block boy?
You lookin’ unusual
A suspect, and I make my hoes upset
If I don’t give ’em dick, they gon’ protest
I’m a jerk, no reject
Gettin’ to the money ’cause I need that
Pull up on yo’ block if you late where my green at?

[Verse 2: Lil Dred]
I be on the block where you can’t come
Catch you slippin’ on the block where you ain’t from
Once you hear them shots then you can’t run
Smooth criminal, like "Where the fuck he came from?"
Steph Curry nigga check out where I aim from
Ridin’ ’round with three Ks no handguns
KKK I’ma hang some
Hellboy, where you think I got this flame from?
Fuck boy, where you think I got this chain from?
If you lookin’ like a lick we gon’ take some
Head cracked like dice I’ma shake some
If I hit ’em with the right I’ma break somethin’
Once they see you tryna win now the hate comin’
I just play the back scene I don’t say nothin’
Yeah he doin’ a lot of talkin’ but he stay frontin’
Since you niggas wanna quack I will duck hunt

[Verse 3: Nell]
Feelin’ like motherfuck a hater
Type of nigga pull up all black like a raider
Type of shots loud enough to shake the equator
Killer clan coward talkin’ cut like a sabertooth
Whenever we aim at you, bitch we be buck
Pull up I’m a truck whenever we hit ’em up
Fuck nigga give it up, we deep like a sativa
Never gave a fuck ’bout a nigga so we thuggin’ when they see us
We just in a different city rollin’ weed up
Play my music for his girl and now she wanna meet us
In the hood smokin’ good throwin’ triple Cs up
Bitch you can give my dick a kiss
Nigga you can get with this
Mac shit, trill shit
Tryna act like Kill Bill in a field, bet a nigga get killed quick
Broke a nigga down for them pounds and them millions
Money, motivation, and Miami make us kill shit