XVXX – Industry Baby (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Nas X]
(D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
Baby back, ayy, couple racks, ayy
Couple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayy
That’s a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayy
Throw it back, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Nas X]
And this one is for the champions
I ain’t lost since I began, yeah
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Then I went did it again, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting for
I don’t run from nothing, dog
Get your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t layin’ low
You was never really rooting for me anyway (yeah, Yeah, yeah)
When I’m back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
He don’t run from nothin’, dog
Get your soldiers, tell ’em that the break is over

[Verse: XVXX]
The break ain’t really over
Told you baby I’m up next
Shake the room just shake the room
That’s why they upset
I don’t care what his preference is
I support the man , he is my friend
If you got a problem with his choice
That’s cool we can get to scrappin’
That’s how we do things here
Choose a side but make it clear
You wanna talk, just do it here
Homies pressed about his choice
It’s bringing out their inner fears
Tweeting hate from their own house
They Down low, you know them kids
This is how we stop we gotta blow it up
Shit be getting harder when you closer to the top
All eyes are on us now , you know we cannot stop
You either with the gang or my man you just an opp
Haters be washed like dishes, you gotta make it out the mudd , don’t be stuck in the trenches yah
People be moving suspicious, damn you seen baddie of yours , damn she lookin delicious yeah yeah
Try me we burn it down
Look 4 me , you looking 4 me
My default response is “out of town”
I’m carrying this
Steph curry on this hit
Coast to coast in this

[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]
My track record so clean, they couldn’t wait to just bash me
I must be gettin’ too flashy, y’all shouldn’t have let the world gas me (Woo)
It’s too late ’cause I’m here to stay and these girls know that I’m nasty (Mmm)
I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her ass cheek
City talkin’, we takin’ notes
Tell ’em all to keep makin’ posts
Wish he could, but he can’t get close
OG so proud of me that he chokin’ up while he makin’ toasts
I’m the type that you can’t control, said I would, then I made it so
I don’t clear up rumors (Ayy), where’s y’all sense of humor? (Ayy)
I’m done makin’ jokes ’cause they got old like baby boomers
Turned my haters to consumers, I make vets feel like they juniors (Juniors)
Say your time is comin’ soon, but just like Oklahoma (Mmm)
Mine is comin’ sooner (Mmm), I’m just a late bloomer (Mmm)
I didn’t peak in high school, I’m still out here gettin’ cuter (Woo)
All these social networks and computers
Got these pussies walkin’ ’round like they ain’t losers

[Chorus: Lil Nas X , XVXX]
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting for (I got what they waiting for)
I don’t run from nothing, dog
Get your soldiers, tell ’em I ain’t layin’ low (Bitch, I ain’t runnin’ from nowhere)
You was never really rooting for me anyway
When I’m back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
He don’t run from nothin’, dog
Get your soldiers, tell ’em that the break is over

[Outro: Lil Nas X , XVXX]
Yeah it’s me baby
Run it up, run it up, doing rachets
Tik Tok Bitches doing dances
Rodeo blasting in my mansion
With all this damn fetty I be feeling like a
CHAMPION!
I ain’t lost since I began, yeah
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Then I went did it again, yeah

Spotemgottem – Beat Box Freestyle Lyrics (feat. Bigkaybeezy)

[Intro: Young M.A.]
f*ck it, I'm goin' straight in
(Damn E, this shit exclusive)

[Verse 1: Young M.A.]
Ayy, so much water on my neck, it's like I'm detoxin'
Two drums and two sticks, I'm beatboxin' (Grrra)
Ayy, I wish he would, we gon' treetop him (Pop, pop, pop)
I just blew one-fifty out the safe, I had to restock it (Damn, damn)
f*ck a grammy, I got the streets watching (Streets watching)
And for my bro I wear that red until I'm dead
I know that he watching (R.I.P, R.I.P)
Left my ex bitch cause she toxic (Damn)
Got this new bitch, now we toxic, can't cap, I be toxic (Damn)
Told 'em p*ssy niggas keep watching (Mhm)
Always got the .40 on me with the beam and plus I keep options (Grrra, pop)
Ready to get it started (Pop), VV's on my chest (Ooh)
Now I'm cold-hearted (Ooh), diamonds go retarded (Ooh)
Living in big houses from apartments, bitch, I madе it out
My money and my loyalty, two things I’ll never play about (Mm-mm)
My oppositions tryna take me out (Okay)
And I'm f*cked up in the head and they gon' make me bring my brazy out
f*ck what you thought, ain't shit to think about (No-no)
A twenty pack could get him whacked, turn my head up, f*ck it, lay him out
We gon' ball regardless (Mm)
Twenty bottles in my section, look like alcoholics (Ooh)
Free my blooder, murder gang, I hope you beat them charges (Gang)
I been on that private plane, champagne when we depart (Hm)
OG, I'm the God
So much body on this bitch, can't even park it
I don't never rep' my jewelry (Skrrt), if I wear it, bitch, I bought it (Facts)
That's 'cause I could afford it (Facts)
I've been f*cking up these rap beats so long, it's getting boring, mm
They like "M.A. how you been?", can't even call it
I just handle business, mind my business, feet up in my office (Ooh)
Probably counting racks up, my stacks look like math books
The money turn me on, it's just some' 'bout how that cash look (Damn)
Bad bitch, she need her ass whopped (Need yo' ass whopped)
She a pretty lil' thicky, but ayy lil' mama "How that bag look?"
You look good but if you broke then that's a bad look (Mm-mm)
Now turn around, let me get that last look (Ooh)
[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur-Bur-Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off (Knock your legs off)
Tried to get away from me (Tried to get away from me), had a standoff (Had a standoff)
Hit him in the spine (Hit him in the spine), knock his dreads off (Knock his dreads off)
My woadie just caught a body (Woadie just caught a body), I nicknamed him Randy Moss (I nicknamed him Randy Moss)

Thuggin' in my Reeboks (Reeboks), riding with a G-SHOCK (Riding with a glizzy)
Shh, I heard he shot (I heard he shot), Draco make 'em beat box (Make 'em beat box)
OG made that sharp turn (Sharp turn), woadie spot 'em, peeled the car (Peeled the car)
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box (Draco make 'em beat box)

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherf*ckin' heat out (In Miami with my heat out)
With another nigga bitch and she got her feet out (And she got her feet out)
I walked in the party, I'm on my big fool shit (I'm on my big fool shit)
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense (Bitch, I got no sense)
Oh, he the plug (Plug), ridin' 'round with four bricks (Ridin' 'round with four bricks)
Call me Kobe (Kobe), twenty-four on me (Twenty-four on me)
Can't f*ck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most (That lil' bitch, she do the most)
I get my groove on every time I see them folks (Every time I see them folks)
I got the antidote, I'm thinking (Antidote) that's something you need to know (Thinking that's something you need to know)
I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze (She know my wrist on froze)
Skinny jeans on (Skinny jeans on) with a big bankroll (Big knots on me)
She playin' my songs, I got her takin' off her thong (I got her takin' off her thong)
I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone (She feeling all over my Peter bone)
Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on (And on and on)
I'm kickin' shit like Jackie Chan today, got my kicks on (Got my kicks on)
I aim, I hit my target (I aim, I hit my target)
I'ma up this bitch regardless (I'ma up this bitch regardless)
[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur-Bur-Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off (Knock your legs off)
Tried to get away from me (Tried to get away from me), had a standoff (Had a standoff)
Hit him in the spine (Hit him in the spine), knock his dreads off (Knock his dreads off)
My woadie just caught a body (Woadie just caught a body), I nicknamed him Randy Moss (I nicknamed him Randy Moss)
Th-th-thuggin' in my Reeboks (Reeboks), riding with a G-SHOCK (Riding with a glizzy)
Shh, I heard he shot (I heard he shot), Draco make 'em beat box (Make 'em beat box)
OG made that sharp turn (Sharp turn), woadie spot 'em, peeled the car (Peeled the car)
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box (Draco make 'em beat box)

Summrs – Who’s Better? Lyrics (feat. Weiland)

[Verse 1: Summrs!]
I don't wanna talk, .30 all on me
Glocky be all on me, your bitch all on me
f*ck her in the sheets, pull off in that Jeep
It's just me and this bitch, yeah we two deep
Sippin' on that lean, racks up in my jeans
She treat me like a king, Like who better than me?
Who better than me, Who better than me?
I'm so into you, yeah, you so into me
Bitch I'm off a bean, I can't see a thing
I can't feel a thing, 'cause my heart cold
I need a bitch like my racks, that means you can't fold

[Verse 2: Summrs!]
Green light on that glizzy, put that bitch on go
Countin', hundreds, fifties, and I stay ten toes
Shoutout to my slimes, shoutout to my bros
I won't spend a dime, I know she a hoe
I'm just tryna shine, get expensive clothes
Bitches come and go, this money come and stay
Pull up to your spot and shoot up where you stay
Heard you talking stupid, we could end that shit today
And if I take a L, bitch I got a big K
I don't f*ck with snakes, they only on my coat
I be off that lean, can't look, I need some help
Did this by myself, and my boots say YSL
Katie, that's my baby and I know that you could tell

OG cookie strain and I know that you could smell
She dancing on my dick, got me harder than a shell
Free my slimes out them bars, hope y'all doing well
Bitch I keep a Mac but I make hits off a Dell
And I got them xans, perkies on sale
Zippy or a ounce, ship it through the mail
Bitch I'm a peeper, baby light up the L
Pull up to the scene, all eyes on me
Glocky with the beam, got a glocky with the beam
And I'm with lil Weiland, bitch we on the scene
Shooting up a movie like we shooting Spike Lee
[Verse 3: Weiland]
All these diamonds on my neck, this codeine cost your rent
I can't wife a thot, treat that bitch with no respect
Got a Tec up in the back, I'mma aim it at your neck
Yeah, these diamonds VVS, Yeah, these diamonds they reflect
Yeah, I'm up on your block, riding with a Glock
Watching out for opps, choppa red dot
Aim it at your top, put you on the spot
I be counting guap, model bitches giving top
Number (N)ine jeans, turned into a fiend
Bad bitch off the bean, bad bitch off the bean, yeah
I be off them percocets, yeah
Off the lean, yeah I can't have no sex, yeah
I be off them percocets, yeah

Joyner Lucas & Lil Baby – Ramen & Oj Lyrics

[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
I got some needs, I need the money like I need to breathe
I need the hunnids, a lotta
I tell that lil’ bitch I’m out of her league, out of her league
Yeah, Joyner
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
I got some needs, I need the money like I need to breathe
I needs some hunnids, and I need to scheme
I need the W by any means, yada-da
Yada I mean, tell that lil’ bitch that I’m outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I’m allergic to suckers
You niggas keep makin’ me sneeze
Did them off of blood and I’m makin’ them bleed
You try to run and I’m brеakin’ your knees
I made ’em fall like I’m rakin’ thе leaves
You know I ball like I play for the league
I mean what I say and I say what I mean
I ain’t no joke, we ain’t makin’ no memes
If I pull up on ’em, I’m makin’ a scene
Bo-bo-bo, then I’m makin’ them scream
Straight from the bricks, I need a lick
I dreamed about it since I was a jit
Nigga, I’m lit, I cannot miss
Came from the bottom and got me a check
Bitch, I’m a threat, I gotta flex
You want the crown but don’t know what it takes
I am build different, I’m not what you think
I cannot lose, I go out with a bang
I hope you never say my name in vain
I’m with whatever, just not for no games
I know they say I changed, I cannot say the same
I bet they want me shackled and locked in the chains
I guess that’s just what happens with bad news
On my momma, I never been fragile
I’m the wrong one to f*ck with, it’s taboo
Turn you niggas to R.I.P. tattoos
Still a youngin’ but feel like a OG
Can’t forget all this shit that they told me
Tired of niggas thinkin’ that they know me
You gon’ turn me back into the old me
You gon’ turn me back into a savage
I done did shit you couldn’t imagine
Leveled up and then bought me a mansion
I can never go back to a has-been

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I can never go back to the old days, no way
Back to walkin’ to work on a cold day
Back to thinkin’ my ex was my soulmate
Back to tellin’ myself, “We’ll be okay”
We’ll be okay, was survivin’ off ramen and OJ
Shorty payin’ the bills, I had no safe
I can never go back to the bottom, to the bottom

Sellin’ drugs, never know when the cops come
Niggas jealous, they wanted to rob us
I was just tryna get me some dollars, couple dollars
Turn my pennies from hundreds to commas
I’m so happy them days are behind us

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I ride by different spots, I get flashbacks
I can’t get on your level, I’m past that
Watch me run that shit up, I can’t go back to nothin’, tryna get to the top of the world
My nigga went crazy, walked on his corner and seen someone f*ckin’ his girl
f*ck all that spinnin’ block, that’s that lil’ boy, shit, we catch him, we rockin’ his world
I let everybody have their fun with me
Never had a woman say she done with me
I was workin’ out on the company
I keep money coming in constantly
My lil’ brodie and them be having Runtz for cheap
Tryna get it, I been on the run for weeks
I bet none of you young niggas can come for me
Both of my kids got it honestly
I’m the real deal, all the way, I don’t half-step
Gotta do better than last year, that’s my motto
Put a switch on the blick, fully auto
Put them thangs on the pain like I’m Rylo
Proud to say that I finally changed up
Why the f*ck they keep bringin’ my name up? ‘Cause I’m poppin’

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Joyner Lucas]
I can never go back to the old days, no way
Back to walkin’ to work on a cold day
Back to thinkin’ my ex was my soulmate
Back to tellin’ myself, “We’ll be okay”
We’ll be okay, was survivin’ off of ramen and OJ
I was payin’ the bills, I had no safe
I can never go back to the bottom, to the bottom
Sellin’ drugs, never know when the cops come
Niggas jealous, they wanted to rob us
I was just tryna get me some dollars, couple dollars
Turn my pennies from hundreds to commas
I’m so happy them days are behind us

[Outro: Joyner Lucas]
I’m so happy them days are behind me
I’m so happy the paper done found me
I done keep some good niggas around me
I got rid of them niggas who doubt me
Keepin’ good energy and I’m prayed up
Tunnel vision, they never can phase us
Once you cross me, ain’t nothin’ can save you
Pull that thing out the, it’s dangerous
Bitch, I’m dangerous

Lil’ Flip – Da Gudda Lyrics

[Talking:]
Just another day in the hood
chillin with my niggaz, ya know
right now we shoot a documentary for my mothaf*ckin album
bringin y’all niggaz straight to the hood, come on walk with me

[Verse 1: Lil’ Flip]
Nigga I can hit you from a block away
cause my chopper bang like a beat from Dr.Dre
I’m creepin at night with a Ki of that white
from 8’O clock till 5, come get what you like
from Vicodin to X pills you know who got the best deal
I guarantee you f*ckers this’ll be my best year
canary stones got me lookin like a night light
I ain’t racist when it comes to diamonds cause I like white
my bezzel lookin like it ain’t even paid for
but that’s a lie bitch I got real paper
I’m from the ghetto, the gudda where the feds hang
I’m with ya wife f*ckin up ya bed frame
you ridin, I’m ridin-time to grab the weapons
the shell catchers, gloves, and them teflons
cause when it’s war anything goes
I’m a stand up nigga, nah I ain’t a hoe

[Chorus: Lil’ Flip]
I’m from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
let’s get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I’m from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
let’s get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda

[Verse 2: Lil’ Flip]
Ay alot of niggaz hatin on me cause of the jewels I got
so just face reality homie you ain’t hot
I read ya little interviews you don’t know when to quit

no matter how good you do niggaz gon’talk shit
I got bitches on my team that’ll rob you nigga
right after she give you head and massage you nigga
I play the game like a pro when it come to the streets
and the bump’ll make you leak when it come to the beef…ca’peesh
look, listen when I talk cause I’m a general
I hope ya OG’s smart enough to let you know
I’m the truth in the booth what I rap about I did it
I told Johnny put thirty pointers in my fitted
I get it, I got it I’m makin a profit
my kitted Impala watch me hop it
I’m hittin switches on the bitches when I drive by
I’m knockin snitches in ditches when I do drive bys

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
Look if you wanna get paid, get that money nigga
if you wanna ride blades, get that money nigga
if you wanna Escalade, get that money nigga
yeah bitch I got it made, get that money nigga(oh boy)

[Verse 3: Lil’ Flip]
Look it’s one for the money, two for the show
three gigs for eight five now I need my dough
look I’m straight off the block where the fiends be geekin
I know a cat who snort three O’s every weekend
lawyers, and doctors hide behind they occupations
cause at the first of the month they be waiting
shiiit I take food stamps and all that shit
and if that ain’t a hustle what you call that then(chump)
I’m a young ass nigga with alot of game
I floss hard cause everyday I rock a different chain
I think my hood and my niggaz who hold me down
besides Lil’J, Lil’ Flip control the town [echoes]

[Chorus]

SpotEmGottem & Mulatto – Beat Box (Big Latto Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Mulato]
Yeah, yeah, this shit exclusive
Big Latto

[Verse 1: Mulato]
I told ya I’m that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
I’m outside swinging sticks, I ain’t talkin’ top golf
I been killin’ features, I’m on everythin’ like hot sauce
So don’t act like I ain’t been that bitch since I popped off
Big chains hang around me, loitering, wifey bring, them pointers in (Ice)
Show ’em, the end of the road, I ain’t into turnin’ boys to men
Walk through, there’s forty bands, red bottoms like Toya man (Yeah)
Who cut a nigga off quicker than me? Shit, not even Lori can (On God)
Who she think she is? She don’t win big, so well, bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches ain’t on shit but dick, I’m pullin’ triggers, not no wigs (Yeah)
Latto that, Latto this (Ha), tryna figure out my biz (Yeah)
Tell the blogs when they speak on Latto, don’t forget the Big
Higher than them tree tops (Yeah), bitch thinkin’ she hot (What?)
AP scally bust down (Ice), long way from them G-Shocks
Your fave is a freak thot (On God), no walls, sheet rocks
Told you he don’t eat, but to this pussy he gon’ beatbox
Ha, on God
This shit just too motherfuckin’ easy
Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin’ everything motherfuckin’ big
I’m the biggest, ha

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, ridin’ with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherfuckin’ heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can’t fuck wit’ her no more, that lil’ bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I’m thinking that’s something you need to know
I’m smooth and I’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin’ my song, I got her takin’ off her thong
I’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
I’m kickin’ shit like Jackie Chan ’til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this bitch regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

Mj0.6 – Obituary Gardens Lyrics

*My big brother’s gonna be famous*
*How does that song go again*
Murder on the rise
You hear sirens screeching
Obituary pains
What yo heart’s been leaking
Bullets can’t be silenced
By the pastor’s preachings
Survival of the fittest what streets
Been teaching
I’m from outwest where we
Drop rakes with da hitters
We claim gang with killers
We hit stains with drillers
Still hold pain within us
Murder on my mind
I see remmy face
Opposition caught him lacking
Still a open case
Holding in that pain
Till that Mac erase
Catch him red-light snoozing
How that .40 taste
Put one in his that’s just all it takes
Heat on the dash
Hit high speed with jakes
Trials of a man who lost hope in faith
*Where do people go when they die*
Truth be told i don’t know guess we in for the ride
Hold on strong through them trials know there’s pain
hid inside
Homie just died you been trying not to cry
His face on yo mind got you fiending Homicide
Case on the way can’t look OG in her eye
Pain in mind to yo heart you cannot lie

Young and on that block you been watching niggas
die
I know you struggle with hellos cause it’s hard to say
goodbye
*It’s hard to say goodbye, it’s hard to say goodbye*
*These the prayers of a sinner
*When murder on the rise salvation holds you back
So yo angel’s tell you lies
*I know you been wronging
Yea I know
Yea I know
Yea I know
Murder on the rise
You hear sirens screeching
Obituary pains
What yo heart’s been leaking
Bullets can’t be silenced
By the pastor’s preachings
Survival of the fittest what streets
Been teaching
I’m from outwest where we
Drop rakes with da hitters
We claim gang with killers
We hit stains with drillers
Still hold pain within us
Murder on my mind
I see remmy face
Opposition caught him lacking
Still a open case
Holding in that pain
Till that Mac erase
Catch him red-light snoozing
How that .40 taste
Put one in his that’s just all it takes
Heat on the dash
Hit high speed with jakes
Trials of a man who lost hope in faith

Reh Dogg – That Is Real Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah
One love
Yall should step out of the way
Real OG coming through
Here I go

(Verse)
Big Art from NC have no common sense yeah hell he has no damn sense
Put him on my label white dude think he can blow up overnight
Honestly he wasn’t bright smoke too much 420 no brains inside his head is empty
Damn he want to threaten me I’m pretty sure he don’t know me If he knew me he wouldn’t threaten me
I don’t think he knows what i got tell them niggas try and test he knows that he’s gonna die
Don’t ask God why cause you tried to test the OG and now you’re twenty feet under ya heard me

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Verse)
Yeah I keep to myself yo most times I chill by myself attack me I will defend myself
Tried to teach him how to do hard work but Big Art was just a jerk
Most of his songs laced with profanity he thought that made him better than me
Create your beats and see how you do B you just don’t even understand
Bet millions that you’d suck at it though he had no respect so i give you none in return
I’m serious I’m not playing Big Art in NC stay away If you knew what was good for you
Understand I’m warning you

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that

That is real

(Verse)
Big Art you have no common sense hell the nigga have no sense at all
Went to put him on my label white dude want to blow up overnight
Honestly has was not too bright smoke too much 420 in his brain is empty
He had the nerves to threaten me I’m pretty sure that this nigga didn’t know me
I don’t understand why he want to come at me like that he don’t know that it’s a known fact
I got my baseball bat and I don’t need that cause I fight him with my brains cause he don’t have any
He’s insane white dude smoke too much chill

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Verse)
Most times I stick to myself most times I chill by myself attack me I’ll defend myself
Tried to teach this nigga hard work Big Art you are just a jerk
Most times your lyrics were laced with profanity you thought that made you better than me
Create your own beats and shoot your own video yo

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Outro)
Yeah real talk you can’t compete at this level
You tried don’t give up though you’ll make it someday
Actually hell no I don’t think so
Ha ha ha ha ha

Stalley – Gangsta Prayer Lyrics (feat. Trippie Redd)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Everyday I pray
God keep me safe
We’ll see better days
Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
I told them people, “Nigga, f*ck a job”
Nigga, f*ck the opps, nigga, f*ck your block
Nigga, f*ck the odds, nigga, f*ck the cops
I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a f*ckin’ Don
I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a f*cking bomb
Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love
I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick ’em up
Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift ’em up

[Verse 1: Stalley]
Ain’t no killer but keep killers around me
The big fish got sharks swimin’ around me
The [?] my life jacket, can’t let ’em drown me
Don’t forget that them projects is where they found me
I speak enlightened, but spent my life fightin’
More Malcom than king, cold-blooded, more winter than spring
Can’t be no victim of the venomous sting
From murder hornets in the human form
It’s bad enough we gotta escape these pigs in uniform
When did self-hatred become the norm’?
While I’m duckin’, hidin’, I run for shelter tryan dodge a storm
When the sun dries the rain, that’s when a star is born
And we shine the bightest
When we left each other up, that’s when we reach our highest
Platinum and gold chains like they was touched by Midas
Royalty at it’s finest, a little misguided but hope God guides us
Until then, it’s peace if peace never finds it

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Everyday I pray
God keep me safe
We’ll see better days
Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
I told them people, “Nigga, f*ck a job”
Nigga, f*ck the opps, nigga, f*ck your block
Nigga, f*ck the odds, nigga, f*ck the cops

I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a f*ckin’ Don
I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a f*cking bomb
Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love
I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick ’em up
Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift ’em up

[Verse 2: Stalley]
Uh, yeah
Pray, I’m not praying, pray a nigga don’t try me
These youngin’s around me play with triggers for hobby, uh
And they itchin’ to get active
Sittin’ on the corner all day twistin’ up Backwoods
I tried to tell ’em, they thinkin’ it’s backwards
That kind of thinkin’ is really pushin’ us backwards
But I’m preachin’ the murderers, dope dealers
You know, the extra [?] types with no feelings
That wanna ride around with no ceilings bumpin’ no [?]
Face full of tats, colorful dreads, all about drillin’
Young, wild and wreckless, diamonds on they necklace
Wake up in the morning, pop perc 30’s for breakfast
It’s crazy how they life parallel to my reflection
Amazing how these two type of niggas come from my section
See answers to my questions through the youth that I step with
And as an OG, I just pray that they protect it

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Everyday I pray
God keep me safe
We’ll see better days
Trapped in this world, trapped in this world, yeah, yeah
I told them people, “Nigga, f*ck a job”
Nigga, f*ck the opps, nigga, f*ck your block
Nigga, f*ck the odds, nigga, f*ck the cops
I’m the king of the jungle, I’m a f*ckin’ Don
I’ma blow up in this bitch, like a f*cking bomb
Your bitch be in-pocket, I don’t be in love
I’ma hit him up, I’ma flick ’em up
Just like God up in heaven, I’ma lift ’em up

Comethazine – LEAD THE RACE Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Your opinion
Mmm, yeah
Yeah, yeah aye

[Chorus]
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)

[Verse]
For no reasons
I send shooters to opp blocks
Christian Lou’, polka dot socks
Came a long way from eatin’ the pot pie
Now I pull up and cash out on Popeyes
W-w-wish I saw life through my pops’ eyes
He was a real OG with mob ties
He even shot, stabbed and robbed guys
Participated in a lot of drive-bys

[Chorus]
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)
Your opinion, you can keep it
I’m undefeated, I really don’t need it (Don’t need it)
Undefeated (Undefeated), means I’m winnin’
If we had a race, I’m the one who would lead it (Would lead it)
I would lead it (I would lead it), to the finish
They tryna defeat me these motherfuckers cheatin’ (Cheatin’)
If I’m breathin’, I’ma always be tuckin’ a .40 and duckin’ the demons (Bitch)

Wiz Khalifa – Bammer Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Okay
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit (Okay), it’s TGOD

[Verse 1]
Ridin’, slidin’, dippin’, vibin’
Bitch, get high, come and live this life
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich bitch twice
I’m a rich nigga, I could fuck a rich nigga wife
Make her roll this joint, when she get inside
You be home on your own but your friends ain’t shy
Bust down Rollie, make my wrist hit bright
You gon’ hit this J, you gon’ get this pipe
Hit it ’til the mornin’, I’ma miss this flight
Good day time, you a freak at night
Hoes get mad, better keep that vibe
When you live like me, you don’t see that price
Want that bag, don’t need likes
OG swag, don’t need stripes
Only gas, that’s only right
Smokin’ tree, my only vice

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed (Okay)
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

[Verse 2]
Don’t give me no bammer joint
If it’s in my bag, know the grass on point
Only real ones roll big doinks
Kinda into her friend, if she, she can join
Rolled up when she heard my voice
She comin’ with me, she ain’t got no choice
Six Dússe, no Rolls Royce
Just bought a Corvette, just sold my Porsche
Only hit one time, she callin’
No NBA team, we ballin’
Don’t take ’em on trips, don’t spoil ’em
New that, new this, need all ’em
New whip, new paint like Rodman
No brake, straight gas, you stallin’
Don’t take no brakes, I’m doubtin’
See me, big smoke like fireman

[Chorus]
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD
Don’t give me no bammer weed
We don’t smoke that shit, it’s TGOD

Superbee – 1994 Lyrics

Hangul

Life is gHood
Then i keep it 1 hunda
+82, 서울의 boy wonder
#엄마손 #UFO #낙원상가
세가지 연결고리 나의 고리

유행에 민감했던 초등생
아이리버는 너무 많아
파란색 yepp mp3
512mb의 안에는
소리바다서 다운받은
Dt, double d, epik이

이어폰 꼽으면 monster
또 ring my bell이
평화의 날은 best my favorite
I wanna be a legend
Living legend
When i die legend
검색어 1위를 다 내줘

나 예전부터 이걸 찾기전 방에서
이걸 했다고 newbie homies
내가 니 다스베이더
또 bap이고 trap이고
둘다 같은 rap이면
둘다 잘하면 돼
Like me like i do, Hoo!

하라주쿠, 시부야 bape store
눈 돌아가 몇백 안무서워
RAP으로 번 종이를 날려 blow up
아마도 얘들 눈에
난 부자 중국 보이로 보여

대한민국 여권을 꺼내 내밀구
국민카드를 꺼내 이거 완전 +82
근데 이 ball은
여행가방이 못 담어
점원한테 말해
Camo ape baggage도

1994, when i was born
Supreme이 탄생했지
옷얘기는 아니야 또
중학교를 다녔던 때
Rhyme을 알았고
이제 내 flow는 최고라 말해
U gotta know

U gotta know
Boy u gotta know
And if you don’t know
Then now u know
You gotta know
U gotta know

You gotta know
Y’all better know
꼭 알아둬, 외워둬
이 몸이 얄미워 봬여도
23에 얻은 내 skrrr gear나
또 한강에 집이
로또는 또 아니거든 yeh

학교 다닐때 담임샘부터
꽤 많은 놈들 여자애들 까지 rap
한다고 말하면 yo! 또는 췤!
정도의 이해도였고, 성공은 못해

왜? 음악은 배고프고
추우니까라네
걔네는 이제 봤어
내가 누군지 다
오늘은 어디 동창회든
명문대를 나왔든
아빠가 부자던
소고기를 사줍니다

출근 안해도 되지
그냥 컴퓨터 키고
Play a beat 하고 며칠 놀아
그럼 또 앨범이 나와
Oh lord! oh lord!
날 축복하셨나봐
그래서 훈기도 기뻐
재능을 가졌잖아

Yeah, 내 rap이 거품이면
어찌 여기까지 올라왔으며
How can i met your OG’s
Tiger J, Yoon-Mirae
그리고 Dok2
내 친구들은 멋있게 보여줘
Show me

Yeh, Hip-Hop이
나를 행복하게 해줬으니
나도 Hip-Hop을 더 사랑해야지
Yeh, 박재범같은
뭐든 잘하는 뮤지션
되고싶어 나도 헬스해야지

1994, when i was born
Supreme이 탄생했지
옷얘기는 아니야 또
중학교를 다녔던 때
Rhyme을 알았고
이제 내 flow는 최고라 말해
U gotta know

U gotta know
Boy u gotta know
And if you don’t know
Then now u know
You gotta know
U gotta know

Marlo – Paid Off Lyrics

[Intro]
The streets made me a monster
And I ain’t get nothin’ but some pain from it
I swear everyday I do it all again (I will)
The streets made me a monster
And I ain’t get nothin’ but some pain from it (beast mode)
Yeah, Marlo

[Verse 1]
The streets done made me a monster
I ain’t get nothin but pain from ’em
I swear that I’ll do it all again (I will)
And my brother became my best friend ’til the end
And I’m on the block with the OG’s drinkin’ gin
Done lost my dog, it hurt a nigga within (thug)
They say the good die young, well CJ I know you f**kin’ win (CJ)
And I was on shiver with the J’s and the big pistol and the bomb
And I’m still on that run up nigga get done up (done up)
When niggas say they want beef, nigga get guns up (gun up)
How the f**k you beef with no money, you don’t bruh (haha)
And the westside niggas glad that I came up (came up)
Had to stay down with the Marlo and they ain’t change up
Switched the game then I came up and it was dangerous
Made a million dollars nigga, stacking paper (paper)
And I tell them hater niggas f**k you later (f**k ’em)

[Chorus]
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’

[Verse 2]
I was on Water Street selling two five for ahk (ahk)
Then I turned around and hit a big lick with Doc
I told ahk he gotta come in on that block (block)
Then I put my lil brother n’ them on the clock
How the f**k you think I made Set Up Shop?
Moved them bricks and then I popped (popped)
And them long days and them long nights, shit was hard (hard)
Standin’ in the cut nigga with all my boys (my boys)
Shit was real in the field, I watched lil Kim get killed
And then Quay had got shot and nigga know that this shit was real
f**k it is what it is
Bet that shit won’t happen no more
I’m pullin’ up, hanging out the side door (pop pop)
MDC what I ride for, ’bout PFK I’m dying bro
And long live Net, what he died for (died)
We posted in the kitchen in the 9th Ward
And f**k bein’ broke, them my words (yeah)
We was flipping them chickens, them my birds (them chickens)

[Chorus]
Them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’
And them long days and the long nights
And the hard work done paid off, no days off
And I’m riding ’round with that draco tryna face off
Get you Adolf like a Hitler
If the bitch bad then I’ll tip her
And if the pussy clean I’ll lick her
You know the Percocet got me trippin’

[Outro]
I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’
I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’, I’m trippin’

Keenan The First – Black People Never Die Lyrics

One time for my city, St. Paul
One time for my fans, uh yeah
One time for my
One time, one time for
Yeah, Unh

A middle finger in my face
Learn to bend and never break
If it’s starve or eat the bait
I’m probably dying either way
So tell my momma she did great, yeah
Ain’t no escaping it yeah
I know you can’t get it
Triggers only kill us
We don’t die, like there’s blanks in it, yeah
Looked at me like I’m inferior
I’m black skin gold interior
Your only motives are ulterior
They ain’t getting me with that
I went to college that’s the caveat
I know the powers of a Basquiat
I know the police are a mafia
But they ain’t spooking me wit that (Ugh)
Paying fees and a tax (Ugh)
It’s a stock market crash (Ugh)
It’s a salarized cap (Ugh)
A communication gap (Yeah)
Separation from the pack (Ugh)
Laying blankets over facts (Ugh)
We’re sedated by the crack (Ugh)
Miseducated bout the past (Ugh)

Ain’t no escaping it yeah
I know you can’t get it
Blowing tree cuz our OG’s used to hang in it (Yeah)

My last name is not mine (Ugh)
I don’t know my bloodline (Yeah)
Who am I? Who am I? (Ugh)
Just a credit card declined? (Ugh)
Just a loan that declined?
Just a job I can’t find?
Just the back of your minds?
Just the face of your crimes?
At the pace of your time
Negotiating my rights
While I’m paying my price
Got these veins full of ice
Black folks never die
And I put that on my life (Yeah!)

Ain’t no escaping it yeah
I know you can’t get it
When my coffin filled
You ain’t gotta spill drank in it.. no

Izzie Gibbs – Lit Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Guess who’s back dawg
Still in the ends where the cats are
Kick down doors if his stack’s large
Take that backyard, everybody act calm (Shh)
Mad dawg
They ain’t bad, they act hard
Man said he’s the plug, he ain’t, he’s just wearing Trapstar (Yeah)
Boasy
Pengting hold that up like trophy
I give her D ’til she OD
Make the tuntun lean like codeine
I know they watch me closely
Their new sauce sound like the old me
But I’m godlike
You’ve got sauce but it’s not mine
From young I’ve been a OG

[Hook]
They know what it is
Man move cold with the drip (Cold with the drip)
I need more than a mil for real
Like I’m supposed to be rich (I need that)
Uh, you can’t flex like me
You know that’s a myth (Straight)
You can’t flex like me, cah I’m way too lit (Boom)
Check out the drip, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit
Check out the drip, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit

[Verse 2]
No chill
I was cold back then and I’m cold still
Used to be in the trap watching out for the old bill
Now I want plaques and a whole mil
I need big stacks
And a house in the sticks, akh
Still in the hood where they whip packs
But I’ve got tactics and they dig that
I’m way too lit, and they’re way too late
Smoking loud, I love how grapefruit taste
I’m so real, how could I rate you fakes
Only wanna know cah my face is bait
You can’t hang with the gang cah it ain’t too safe
I’m on a paperchase
I do shit and I make the way

[Hook]
They know what it is
Man move cold with the drip (Cold with the drip)
I need more than a mil for real
Like I’m supposed to be rich (I need that)
Uh, you can’t flex like me
You know that’s a myth (Straight)
You can’t flex like me cah I’m way too lit (Boom)
Check out the drip, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit
Check out the drip, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit
Way too lit, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit

[Outro]
Way too lit, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit
I swear to God I’m way too lit
Way too lit, way too lit
Girl that I’m with, way too lit
Clothes and kicks, way too lit

EPMD – Danger Zone Lyrics

Don’t stop y’all
Ye aha
Yo ha yo
Epmd what
Hit squad what yea

[verse 1]
Ayo I’m late eighties hip hop baby
The first new born to ever rock a mercedes
Rap by living
The grand wizard
Rime that squeeze it
I’m in the house come visit
Yo, i come with a sound that’s ultra
That makes niggas warm
When i flow like vultures
E-dub i’m the hiphop sculpture
Cats watch me like chicks watch Ophra
Broadcasting live from newyork off the chain
A dog that broke loose and [?]
The mic be the simbol
I run like a fugitive
Richy Kimball[?] when it’s time to get into
(your what) your system
And become tight like god and christians
Y’all so listen
I’m the owner of my style
Tight like speedolls[?]
With more fans the beatles

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like E is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don’t stop

[verse 2]
To the end of time like pac
Red[?] and yo we running the spot
Don’t look shocked epmd back on the block
E and mic doc
The squad that coming straight from the [?]
Two or what epmd start cutting it up
Legends in the game keeping rugged and rough
From day one to [?] on the stage [?] in one
The mcs will smith jeff on the twos ones
And the album trippin business and billboards number one
In god we trust
Chrome [?] trucks
Nigga that bust
Straight up bring a shit nuts
You ain’t tough
Staying your lane
Nigga what
My pops [?] from [?] green
Don’t have to try hustle in my bloods and jeans
Big pimpin break the cat
Straight getting that green
[?] who sleep with the mask
Hit the po, grab that mic, bust that ass

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like P is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don’t stop

[verse 3]
Third verse i advise b-boy to lock on
To 12-12-12-def.com
EP X man style like storm
Blow cats away whenever we perform
Hiphop it’s war, rap’s vietnam
Flows and techniques be like napalm
So why drop bombs
You epm bound to stop ya
Don’t act to erick shot ya

Another lonely niggas
Counting dough and shit in the game
With this small change
Ride [?] dick on this nigga name
Stop that
So strictly biz, we drop da hot track
Jewels house and cars, come on
Already cop that
Rap, real to me real to E
I can [?] a OG b-boy MC
[?]
Spit on the mics my word
Who wanna f**k around and get hurt

[Chorus]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
When a brother like P is on the microphone
I keep the crowd [?] till they break your dome
I rock on and on and don’t stop

Hook – Nysb Lyrics

[Intro]
Not your shorty, bitch
Not your shorty
Not your, shorty, bitch!
Gang, huh, gang, huh

[Hook]
Not your shorty (huh)
Not your shorty, bitch
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your (huh, huh)
Not your shorty, bitch
Not your shorty (bitch, gang)
Not your shorty, bitch
(Not your, huh)

[Verse]
Not your shorty bitch, you f**kin with a corny bitch
Can’t ignore me, I be noisy, noisy bitch
New pink OG, f**k up in my business
I can’t f**k with him because these niggas trippin
I ain’t seen your ass in a long time
I ain’t been with your ass in a long time
Know I ask I a lot, but is you all mine?
We can be together for a long time
Cause you trip, cause you trip
I’m with the crips, they got them sticks
You was my baby, get you a bib
Who is you f**kin? When you (?)

[Hook]
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your shorty (not your, huh)
Not your shor… ty
Not your shorty (not your, bitch)
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your shorty (not your shorty)
Not your shor… ty
(Ayy, gang)

[Verse 2]
Don’t be asking bout me from your friends
Don’t talk bad about me with your friends
Already f**ked, no, we cannot be friends
You moved on, I’m like damn!
Damn, I should just get bands
But you in my mind, I don’t understand
Give me one more time, give me one more chance
Thought you was my baby, but you not my mans

[Outro]
Not my shorty
You not my shorty, bitch
Not my shor… ty
Not my shorty, bitch
Not my shor… ty (shorty)
Not my shor… ty, bitch
(Not my, not my shorty, bitch)

Pressa – Anaconda Lyrics

[Intro]
Mmmm, ah
Mmm, yea, yea
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, cousins raised me
Block boy shootin’ gravy
Mama
Yea, yea

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

[Verse 1]
Had the block going crazy
Servin’ [?] babies
Tell the crackheads come and hurry
The devil trynna call me
My uncle keep trynna warn me
Wake up, pray in the morning
They don’t even know the half
Tell them little bit bout my story
It was me, bro in the trap
9mm, f**k a bat
Every single jug we went half
No marijuana, straight crack
We was workin’ all off a clock
So now my hand got a clock
We got a different walk when we walk
We got a different talk when we talk
And I don’t like to even speak
And I don’t like to even preach
But I learned hella lot from OG
And my daddy used to run the street
And I got straight out the mud
But I don’t like to play in the mud
So my lil bro get the drum
You know what’s up
You got all rights to go kill
But never do it in the house
I’m that lil nigga on the couch
And there’s [?]
And trappin’ straight out the couch, man
[Slurp?] all of my coke
And Canada Goose got me cold
But Canada Goose got me warm
And, never switch on my own
Sometimes in the trap all alone
And I always with bro
We murder shit and he know
If you scared go to Rome, nigga
And I’m dragon to the bone, nigga

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

[Verse 2]
Forever sit through [wasco?]
We move shit like Narcos
They look for me, Marco
Free my nigga [Anito?]
I don’t f**k with Marshalls
Push his head back, Arnold
Where you were like Fargo
This glizzy got him startled
I remember on the block, I lost my marbles
I remember on the block, I was shootin’ the[ir?] marbles
My car don’t work if it ain’t got a stash spot
My heart don’t work cause it ain’t got a soft spot
These bullets make him run and do a hurdle
I swear I need that bread like chicken burgers
I saw, I smoke my beef, they need to catch up
Wassi make the police call for backup
Bullets make em back up
And these niggas ain’t cancer
Make the hood look handsome
I got manners, Jordan Manners
Shooters caught on camera
Make a snake, he anacondas

[Hook]
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me
Snake nigga, couldn’t snake me
All the Continent, couldn’t raise me
Block boy eatin’ gravy
Mama couldn’t even save me

Pablo Skywalkin – Champagne Lyrics

[Intro]
Flex Rich Lo in this bitch nigga man yall better go get yall mo’f**king money up this shit ain’t nothing nigga
Nigga really do this shit nigga this shit deeper than music

[Verse]
My f**king head hurting I been thinking about a lot of shit
Put a lotta niggas on I laughed this the thanks I get
Pants tight as hell I’m just praying that the franklins fit
Took my nigga West I was hurting I was lost as shit
Took my nigga Coke I cryin’ on some [?]
I feel so lonely I don’t know why
Got a massage, f**ked a bitch, served a fan out in Novi
Oh that yo’ bitch lil nigga shit that’s where you lost at
Cause she love when I f**k her when I hit she talk back
$900 for the shoes they ain’t even all that
They say “Lo can you please sign?” well while waiting on a deal I’m chilling breakin hoes in the meantime
And if a nigga touch me while I got a gun imma squeeze mine
He be looking like Swiss cheese now
The hood fake they be mad when I breeze by
Just nod my head, skirt off and throw the peace sign
My daddy OG still servin’ halfs in his Levi’s
But I had to get it on my own cause I need mine
My momma need me bad I don’t wanna see her mad
I’m just sad Feds f**ked up relationship with my dad
Time moving fast watching my niece grow up
I was hurt shit that night when that 8 got po’ed up
Had a seizure heart stopped can’t believe I woke up
But I couldn’t die that day I would’ve left them hopeless
I guess I’m chosen
When I wear my chain hoes see the ocean
Off too much medicine I need for smoking
Know whatever is in my wood just know that it’s potent
I popped a Perc she she popped a Perc it made her open

Bizarre – Dab Life Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Laced Blunts 3
Shout out to Taylor Gang
Weirdo
Back in the lab
My nigga Wiz
You know we smoking
Aye

[Verse 1]
Laced blunts three boy I’m still smoking
OG kush, straight from East Oakland
My eyes redder than a firetruck
You know we get high as f**k
I’m a pill head, let’s make it real clear
I’m on molly, I’ve been rolling for a whole year
Grams and half, I’m snorting quarter keys
You ain’t turned up, get the f**k from ’round me
Boy, my blunts, they are super long
No Reggie Miller, we be blowing super strong
Boy I’m high as f**k
No blunts, we dabbing it up

[Hook]
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping (Dab life!)
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping
We dabbing, we smoking
We drinking, we popping (Dab life!)

[Verse 2]
I be puffing every day
Rolling on the Mary J, I ain’t got much to say
Higher than a skyscraper
All type of flavor, I be using no raw papers
The weed I got is so strong
Dab life, looking like Cheech and Chong
Dab life, we be hitting dabs
Smoking kush, we be popping tabs
Have you ever had my brownie
It’ll have your face pounding
Mushroom clouds, boy I’m screwing
If you ain’t dabbing, what the f**k is you doing

[Hook]

Blacc Zacc – Trappin Like Zacc Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf**kin’
Yeah
IMixNation for real
(Welcome to first class)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, they say I need to rap, it’s time to bring the trap back
‘Cause most these rappers cap like a f**kin’ snapback
I f**k that pussy once and then I ran a four flat
You cuffing on that bitch, the whole gang done tapped that, yeah
Quit sippin’ for a year, damn, f**k it, I relapsed
If trapping was a track, I done ran three laps
Rolling up Runtz like a f**kin’ Rugrat
I don’t do no fronts, nigga, where the cash at? Yeah
Sold him rabbit food, now he want his money back
Take the weed and leave the what? I’m like where they do that at? Yeah
Ballin’ like Mutumbo, I got more blocks than Shaq
I’m in the field like a Panther, get the load and run it back
I told that bitch I ain’t no violin, ain’t no strings attached
But I can’t lie, they hit a cool ten, but I can’t fall for that
Ayy, free Lil Ju, he in a dirty pen, we tryna get him back
I found a plug and now we all in, kick back and relax
OG in my hood menace society like I’m Wax
Told that bitch I’m livin’ good, but you can’t lay up, you can’t shack
Told my mama I ain’t got no job, but I still got them racks
And my lil’ brother look up to me, he say he trappin’ like he Zacc, yeah

[Chorus]
Trappin’ like I’m Zacc, trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Countin’ all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Trappin’ like I’m Zacc, trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Countin’ all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin’ like I’m Zacc, hold up
If I take a loss then I’ma get it back (Get it back)
Re’d up with the plug, then I doubled back (Doubled back)
I’m in Carolina with a Cali pack (Gas)
Bitch, I’m smokin’ on Biscotti, this a strong batch

[Verse 2]
‘Fore you come around a G, baby, where your phone at?
You can’t put me on the ‘Gram, I ain’t really on that
I see you ridin’ in that Benz, but tell me, do you own that?
Everything I cashed out, I don’t do the loans, jack
Yeah, I motivate the streets, they say they trappin’ like they Zacc
I keep my Glock like I’m Key, ’bout my paper you’ll get whacked
When I hear niggas say sixteen, I be thinkin’ ’bout that pack
Richest rapper in SC, that’s a motherf**kin’ fact
You can’t come up in my hood ’cause you a motherf**kin’ rat
I call your ass Stuart Little, ’bout that cheese, you’ll get trapped
I told my mama I ain’t got no job, but I still got them racks
And my lil’ brother look up to me, he say he trappin’ like he Zacc, yeah

[Chorus]
Trappin’ like I’m Zacc, trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Countin’ all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Trappin’ like I’m Zacc, trappin’ like I’m Zacc
Countin’ all these racks, yeah, I’m trappin’ like I’m Zacc, hold up
If I take a loss then I’ma get it back (Get it back)
Re’d up with the plug, then I doubled back (Doubled back)
I’m in Carolina with a Cali pack (Gas)
Bitch, I’m smokin’ on Biscotti, this a strong batch

Tish Hyman – What It Feels Like Lyrics (feat. Ty Dolla $ign & DeJ Loaf)

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 1: Tish Hyman]
I’m from New York City so you know you better come, right
Tourin’ overseas, no sleep ’til sunrise
If that was your girl, then she wasn’t last night
Don’t be mad at me, nigga, that’s your life
Said she love my jewels, wanna know what it feel like
You got too many rules and she lookin’ for the free life
Drop top Rolls, she tryna catch a breeze like
She know I got the gold, she tryna catch a breeze like

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
She know what it feels like
She know Dolla lay the pipe (aw yeah)
Baby got a past (so what?)
She got miles on that ass
Shawty been in mansions
Shawty been in foreigns
I just follow shawty
She told me you’re borin’
Hotel, hotel suite (hotel, hotel, hotel)
I’ma do the Louis supreme
Shoppin’ ’til we fall out (fall out)
We just f**k after we fall out, ooh yeah

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

[Verse 3: DeJ Loaf]
Chanel bags, Givenchy
The back of the woods, watch you lean on me
Your nigga be purp’ed out
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout I no weed
I been with the same OG’s
Bust down, twin Rollies
Bust ya down, try to rob me
Whoa
Passport, get you stamped
Have you ever flown on a jet?
Baby, let me take you there
Pick a place, we go there
Eeny meeny minie moe
We spend it all ’cause there’s plenty more

[Chorus: Tish Hyman]
100 thousand cash, I can show you what it feels like
Birkin bag, I can show you what it feels like
200 on the dash, I can show you what it feels like
That’s a real ass ’cause I know what it feels like
Weeks in Dubai, I can show you what it feels like
Thousand dollar meals, I can show you what it feels like
Trapping on the grind, I can show you what it feels like
Tell you that I’m on and that’s what it feels like

Filthy Gears – Make Sure Lyrics (feat. O.G’z & LV General)

[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting

[Verse 1: LV General]
It’s jokes when you think we’re gonna tussle
That’s when he’s too big for the duffel
Dons talking about “they ain’t got no muscles”
Man don’t give a f**k about muscles
Lift that ting, don’t care about gym
That ting spaz out, kill anything
Said don’t let it ring
Anything inside’s getting it too
It’s peak when man drive through
Might get out the car too
Man’s extra, let off an extra two
Just to make sure that’s you and you
Man’s cuckoo like the Harlem crew
Man know me, man do the mad ting too
That’s why I stay in my black tracksuit
Ready to kweff and boom

[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting

[Verse 2: Slickman Party]
I done said I don’t ramp with the ting
I done said I don’t ramp on a show
I done said if a man try diss
I done said I will let a man know
I done said about bwoy, bwoy, bwoy
Yeah, man will get corn in a row (cornrow)
Ah Gaza my ting dere
But me link Hyper, di gully man flow
If a man wan’ talk ’bout kweff, let him have it
Not like that, like Chris, let him have it
One shot kweff, no need for a ‘matic
Make man turn acrobatic
Man flip, then man turn all floppish
Jump in my car or van or bike and cut ish
Police road block, whole ends get lock ish
Cut through with suttin’ borrowed from Boris

[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting

[Verse 3: Blacks]
Round here, round here
Shut your mout, hold a box round here
Too much man wanna act round here
Wanna move like they’re holding a strap round here
Not a badman, nah, you’re a prat round here
Guns and knives and bats round here
Man will get his headtop opened, yeah
Man will lick off your hype round here
I’m a certified OG, I trap round here
To the cats and the dogs, rats round here
I’m a lyrical G, I’m back round here
Suck your mudda, don’t come round here
If you think that I’m lying, shots be flying
Mumzy’s crying, everybody’s dying
Man don’t wanna get licked down by the iron
Dem man are dead, nah, dem man retired

[Chorus: P Money]
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting
Yo, mek sure dem man know
Mek sure dem man know
Man ah roll up and then (blow)
With the big bumbaclart (whoa)
Drive past and then spin
Press tool button and it ring
Man can’t walk with my ting
And man can’t walk with this ting

Lil’ Baby – Trap Star Lyrics

[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay
I’ma keep going
I’ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing
I’ma keep on going-oing-oing-oing-oing
Yeah

[Chorus]
They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
2018, it came with auto-park
Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars
Never leave my niggas, I love all of y’all
Takin’ all these drugs like I’m a rockstar
Hi-Tech and that Act, I don’t drink Wockhardt
I didn’t have a car, I used to walk far
Now I’m standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar

[Verse 1]
Whole milly in my safe, could’ve went and bought a Wraith
I decided I should wait, movin’ niggas out the way
Free Tay-K, I beat the case
Got a bank account with Chase
Half a million in my safe
Swear I’m on my way
Screamin’ free Kevin Gates
I go and get it by any means
Rockin’ red bottoms with Amiri jeans
Pop a percocet, take a sip of lean
I bought real diamonds for the whole team
I been gettin’ money since thirteen
I been grinding hard, stayin’ lowkey
Sellin’ whole bags of the OG
Get you knocked off for a low fee
Diamonds hittin’ hard, no lights needed
Run it up fast like light speed
Runnin’ up the cost in a white tee
I don’t go on dates, we f**kin’ right now
Make ’em treat me like a king, I got ’em bowing down

[Chorus]
They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
2018, it came with auto-park
Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars
Never leave my niggas, I love all of y’all
Takin’ all these drugs like I’m a rockstar
Hi-Tech and that Act, I don’t drink Wockhardt
I didn’t have a car, I used to walk far
Now I’m standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar

[Verse 2]
Rockstar status me
My last bitch abandoned me
We could’ve had a family
That shit made a man of me
I got niggas mad at me
Niggas I ain’t never seen
I don’t drink green lean
I fell in love with codeine
Jumpin’ on the stage, look at the crowd, I got ’em goin’ wild
Only rock the latest, they all on me, checkin’ out my style
Chain gang, sittin’ in the cell I had my first child
Mama tried to keep me in the house but I was runnin’ wild
Sellin’ nicks and dimes to the fiends at the West End Mall
Come through in a brand new Hellcat, I had ’em hatin’ hard
You ain’t got no haters you ain’t poppin’, keep ’em on they job
Came up in the trenches with them hustlers, I ain’t have no job

[Chorus]
They say talk is cheap, I let my diamonds talk
2018, it came with auto-park
Sixty-seven thousand on an Audemars
Never leave my niggas , I love all of y’all
Takin’ all these drugs like I’m a rockstar
Hi-Tech and that Act, I don’t drink Wockhardt
I didn’t have a car, I used to walk far
Now I’m standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar

[Outro]
Standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar
Standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar
Standing on the stage like I’m a rockstar
I don’t go on dates, we f**kin’ right now
Bitch never forget that I’m a trap star
I’m a trap star
I’m a trap star
I’m a trap star

Cashius Green – Get Yo Change Lyrics (feat. Pheo.)

[PHEO]
I said stack it stack it stack it
So that bitch ride ?
Fifty players deep put yo bitch in rotation
As my flow getting bigger and the world rotating
Trying to live large, think big
Its moderate conglomerate pushing counterfeits
Get yo change man breaking out like trying to break a habit
I stick to it like Gambit Damn it
The paparazzi flashing Gotti, warm my mind soul and body
Slap this hit in your whip whenever you gone dip
When you think your all ain’t enough get your hurt ass up
On your feet, How else you gone heal
Lies. Stay true to yourself how the f**k is you trill
Town popping like seals and pills, sizzled grill, under hills
All net under Phil Banks
Still dranking drank
It be what it been
It ain’t what it ain’t
Watch your tone and your pace

[Hook]
I got a penny for thoughts
A dollar for your dreams
A quarter for you wishes
That’s a monetary scheme
Young nigga doing it having thangs
Stack it, stack it, stack it
Player get yo change

Player get yo change (4x)

[Cashius Green]
Actually, My ? in the back, they f**king athletes
How to weigh an Albany with Ashely, She pampers me
OG’s see me on the block they dapping me
Pour out forty ounces for my casualty
When you go to sleep caking
You be waking up with acne
Its agony, they after me
Rubbing on they pussy and saying it taste like raspberry
We done hit tipping with Sean’s money he riding Bentley
No rooftop, no sun block chronic by the grocery bag
We used up all the zip-locs, ?
Got the jams playing while we post block
It’s hoes in there, undelay
She say Cashius take me home and punish me
I’ll be yo everything I just really enjoy your company
Begging please, I make the pussy freeze
Give me cheese like the government
Keys to the coup got the juice and the loosey
A couple thousand reasons why this bitch start choosing
She f**k with me, I’m cuffing it, busters gone be loving it, I’m f**king with

[Hook]

Joyner Lucas – Revenge Lyrics

[Intro]
The more that I want, the more that I grind
The more that I shine, the more that I stride
The more that I stunt, the more that I cheat
The more that she leaves, the more that she cry
The harder to trust, the more that I lie
The more that she died, the more I realize
The more that I, the more that I
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
The more that I try, the more that I want
The more that I grind, the more that I shine
The more that I stride, the more that I stunt
The more that I cheat, the more that she leaves
The more that she cry, the harder to trust
The more that I lie, the more that she dies
Somehow I realize I’m harder to love
I’m harder to—
I’m harder to teach, my heart is a beat
And I am a drum, I’m harder to keep
But harder to sleep
I’m scared of the dark, I’m not gonna run
I’m harder to break, but harder to make
You get in my way, I’m drawing my gun
I’m not gonna play, I’m not for the games
I’m not gonna change, put that on my son
Put that on my mom, put that on my sis
Put that on my bitch and all of my hoes
Put that on my team, put that on my G’s
I say what I mean, you already know
Put that on my city, put that on my Bentley
I got me a beamer, I wanted a Rolls
Sip on some Henny and ride with the semi
All my niggas with me, I’m calling a toast
(Blah, blah, blah)
Callin’ the plug, you callin’ the cops
I call you a snitch, you holdin’ a grudge
You callin’ the judge, you say you a thug
I call you a bitch, I call you a ho
Don’t call me your bro, don’t call me no more
I call you a trick, I’m tired of the hate
I’m tired of the snakes, I’m tired of your face, you all on my dick
I wanted the fame, I wanted the name
I wanted a break, I wanted to love
I wanted the cake, I wanna be great
I wanted to change and all the above
You want me to fall, you want me to crawl
You want me to stall, they want me on drugs
You want me to fail, they want me in jail
They wantin’ my soul, they wantin’ my blood
I’m out for revenge, I’m out for the ends
I’m out for respect, I’m out for the crown
I’m out for the reign, they startin’ to aim
I hopped in the plane, I’m not going down
I’m dodging the flames, they callin’ my name
I wanna be saved but I don’t know how
I thought I was saved, but I got a plan
Let’s hold up the chopper and ride it around, woo

[Chorus]
I roll up on ’em while you sleep (Ho), you gon’ see
It’s a f**kin’ murder spree (Brrat, brrat), you gon’ see
Won’t nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon’ see
Don’t you turn your back on me (Brrat, bah), you gon’ see
Roll up on ’em while you sleep (Bah), catch a nigga slippin’
I might hit him with the (Bah, bah, bah), they gon’ miss him
‘Cause revenge feels sweet (Woo), you gon’ see
Won’t nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon’ see

[Verse 2]
Give me a pen, I don’t even drink
But f**k it, I need some Henny and gin
Plenty of sins
I broke my bitch’s heart, she’ll never forgive me again
Where have you been?
I had to go find myself, I killed and buried my friends
I never could swim
I used to push some weight with niggas who been in the gym
Come step in my Timbs
You could not walk in my path, I never caught no cabs, I had to walk
Niggas was lost and sad, I never would call my dad
f**k that nigga
I was depressed as f**k, mentally torn in half
Feelin’ stuck
When it was hard to laugh, the music was all I had
Wish I could be out
I never got any doubt, what’s all the plottin’ about?
They drownin’ me out
Everyone callin’ me out, nobody try to reach out
You proud of me now
Niggas will flip the script, I cannot live to quit
I don’t wanna chill, I don’t wanna get no flicks
Don’t wanna rekindle shit

[Pre-Chorus 1]
It’s N-O-T, don’t you flex on me
I do not get no sleep
I’m barely up, hope you ante up
Where the ammo be? You don’t know me
I need my revenge, it ain’t no more peace
I’m rollin’ deep and I’m finna turn your block up into World War 3

[Chorus]
I roll up on ’em while you sleep (Ho), you gon’ see
It’s a f**kin’ murder spree (Brrat, brrat), you gon’ see
Won’t nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon’ see
Don’t you turn your back on me (Brrat, bah), you gon’ see
Roll up on ’em while you sleep (Bah), catch a nigga slippin’
I might hit him with the (Bah, bah, bah), they gon’ miss him
‘Cause revenge feels sweet (Woo), you gon’ see
Won’t nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon’ see

[Verse 3]
The older the berry, the sweeter the juice
Knew I could do it, I needed the proof
In order to lose, I needed to win
In order to win, I needed to choose
I needed to fall, I needed to move
I couldn’t be safe, I couldn’t be you
I’m coming for everything they said I couldn’t
Including your plate and all of your food
I don’t wanna do no E
Don’t wanna drink, I don’t wanna do no lean
I don’t wanna move no keys
How you like me now? I’m too OG
I feel like Kool Moe Dee
Ain’t gon’ be no slatt, my whole team’ll crack
I see no flat, never see no smacks
They left me the straps
I Tebow’d that, think I’m cursed again
Went to church, they sayin’ I did a lot
Mama quit her job, she won’t work again
I’ve been on top, got a mental block
And it hurts but then I bid and shop
And my bitch is fly, she a perfect ten

[Pre-Chorus 2]
That’s M-O-B, don’t you flex on me
I do not get no sleep
I’m problematic and I gotta have it
Word to Ed OG, you don’t know me
I need my revenge, no more peace
I’m rollin’ deep and I’m finna turn your block up into World War 3

[Chorus]
I roll up on ’em while you sleep (Ho), you gon’ see
It’s a f**kin’ murder spree (Brrat, brrat), you gon’ see
Won’t nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon’ see
Don’t you turn your back on me (Brrat, bah), you gon’ see
Roll up on ’em while you sleep (Bah), catch a nigga slippin’
I might hit him with the (Bah, bah, bah), they gon’ miss him
‘Cause revenge feels sweet (Woo), you gon’ see
Won’t nobody say a peep (Bah, bah), you gon’ see

Son Kuma – Type Uh Way Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I never asked you to bother me
But when a pretty devil gets on top and all over me
I feel compelled to treat her well cus that is the policy
Take a step in hell by treating demons to Halloween
Probably made a fool of myself I’ve been swallowing how I felt
Fall in autumn is taking Ls laugh it off and feel like Chappell
My life’s a Comedy but pardon me miss
Can I just get an honest apology? shit
Told me all these plans that you were never gon’ follow through
Don’t send another letter better yet go and call yo dude
I’ve been packing zags of cabbage like I’ve been on the move
I ain’t talking baggage I’m talking that hallelujah
Feeling stellar, lit like feathers on the moon (yah)
Take a xanny or an addy watch cartoons (yah)
Floating off the OG, soak my throat in booze (yah)
Finding ways to drain the pain for Son Kuma

[Verse 2]
I bet you have those days when you be chilling in your room
Yeah you know those days the ones where you be craving shrooms
So you can leave this place and travel somewhere new
Make some friends that don’t exist but hey at least they know you do
Smoking on that cali kush and drinking up that malibu
(I mean I prefer patron) but nigga you do you
You feel a type uh way and honestly I think I do too
Many reasons to be honest, school got me down, the hoes got me down
I ain’t got money, I ain’t got a hunnies flocking around
I ain’t got nothing f**king with me, so tell me what’s got you down
Tell me everything, I’m here for you
Like tell me everything my nigga
Tell me what you’re thinking right now
Tell me why

[Hook]
You feel a type uh way
You feel a type uh way
You feel a type uh way
You feel I said it: You feel

[Verse 3]
I got a message for you
I got suspended from school
Almost arrested for selling drugs when the cops had no proof
Met a chick but got sick to my stomach when she came through
But for real I had some problems so I shouldn’t blame boo
I popped some pills like every day
I snorted shit and nourished it in almost every way
I’d purchase it and feel euphoric almost right away
I’d force the shit and pour some gin to help it make its way
Through my body to my brain Made that pain go right away
I mean I’m saying it like it was years ago when I really just did it yesterday
Playing the same games and making the same chase
Hoping dragon is dragging its feet so maybe I can slay

[Verse 4]
Abuse is funny cus you be losing money
Using hella excuses to keep it new and running
And your days just be looping like you’re producing something
Fooling with your body like you just a copy or a voodoo puppet
In reality, you’re gambling and anteing but bluffing
Then when casualties and tragedies start hitting you be fussing
You trusted judgment when you started drugging
But then, your friends said that its all your fault but you said no it wasn’t
Dude it was
You wanted buzz
Just like a bee, you got behind the bud and said because
You didn’t give a single f**k
Not even one
So don’t be mad now cus you ain’t got no one
You f**king dumb

Go Yayo – What If Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, gang gang gang, bitch
Yayo, Go, woah
No more free yayo, it cost bitch

[Chorus]
I ran it up, got so much money
f**k it, I’m givin’ out free dope
I play with paper like King Kong
Diamonds water water like a nigga left the sink on
What if I go broke today?
Would you still be around, lil nigga don’t think so
Gettin’ good top from a freak ho
She like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if I didn’t have these diamonds, would you still be riding?
What if that new shop wasn’t what I was driving?
Would you stay with me if I wasn’t poppin’
You wanted a purse and I couldn’t even cop it
What if I ain’t have my chopper?
Would I have to warn my partner if I saw these bands?
Yeah I know that that’s your man
That don’t mean that he won’t get on the stand

[Verse 1]
I’m sick and tired of everybody sayin’ that they riding
Beef come, they be hiding
Nigga smoked your partner now you on the internet crying
Nigga why ain’t nobody dying?
Get rid of that work like a diet, ayy
Niggas dissin’ but in person they quiet
HoodFame gang start a riot nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Eighteen years old, took the murder charge
Seventeen years old, me and Sleek, we was stealing cars
Sixteen I was selling bars
Fifteen when they took my nigga Zach and it hurt my heart
Middle school, man I had it hard
At school with that tool, big gun, a Smith & Wesson
f**kin’ this kid, I was only eleven
On the block with my daddy, I was seven
I’m good in the six ’cause I’m locked
Shout out to Shoo that my fire
I’m on that perc, don’t get tired
We got good dope, this that fire
OG bowls two for five
Niggas gon’ score, young OG from the four
I f**k up the tre and the deuce, but iron the one
Bitch ass nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I ran it up, got so much money
f**k it, I’m givin’ out free dope
I play with paper like King Kong
Diamonds water water like a nigga left the sink on
What if I go broke today?
Would you still be around, lil nigga don’t think so
Gettin’ good top from a freak ho
She like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if I didn’t have these diamonds, would you still be riding?
What if that new shop wasn’t what I was driving?
Would you stay with me if I wasn’t poppin’
You wanted a purse and I couldn’t even cop it
What if I ain’t have my chopper?
Would I have to warn my partner if I saw these bands?
Yeah I know that that’s your man
That don’t mean that he won’t get on the stand

[Verse 2]
I love that you think that’s your partner
But you gotta watch when these niggas turn snake over bullshit
Got in a shootout the other day, that nigga still had a full clip
These niggas ain’t with that shit
What you gon’ do if the lick turn into a hit
That nigga gon’ rat, he gon’ snitch
Gotta watch your back when you taking risks
Skrt skrt skrt, jump in that mirror and coast
I’m ballin’, I don’t need no coach
Get on that red, do the most
You kissin’ that bitch, I want throat
Ayy, ayy, Maison Margiela my toes
These niggas they just want my glow
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
These rappers act tough but he really a cop
Thirteen years old on the block with that mop
He play with the gang now it’s off with his top
Hundred round drum, bullets comin’, won’t stop
I just got a trap on the other side
Ridin’ your block, all of your bodies get show stopped
HoodFame gang, we get it hot nigga
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I ran it up, got so much money
f**k it, I’m givin’ out free dope
I play with paper like King Kong
Diamonds water water like a nigga left the sink on
What if I go broke today?
Would you still be around, lil nigga don’t think so
Gettin’ good top from a freak ho
She like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if I didn’t have these diamonds, would you still be riding?
What if that new shop wasn’t what I was driving?
Would you stay with me if I wasn’t poppin’
You wanted a purse and I couldn’t even cop it
What if I ain’t have my chopper?
Would I have to warn my partner if I saw these bands?
Yeah I know that that’s your man
That don’t mean that he won’t get on the stand

Go Yayo – Infrared Lyrics

[Chorus]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds

[Verse 1]
f**k wit’ the boy that’s your neck
Money, power, bitch I been had respect
Drop off the work I pick up and collect
f**k yo’ plug, bitch I can front yo’ connect
I got a migo in Austin, his prices is awesome
He front me that work but it callin’
He hit me I act like I lost it
f**k around, go back and get the f**k nigga who bought it
Bitch I’m a scandal, I’m grimin’, I’m shiesty
I don’t give a f**k bout no nigga
f**k on yo’ bitch and I nut on yo’ pillow
I punch her and drill her she tell me you too sentimental
You want yo’ hoe back then come get her
You cuffin’ that bitch and I’m only in love with her dental
She give me her brain, her mental
That bitch super fine but no she not mine, she a rental
f**k nigga play I’ma skin him
I got that choppa you know I rock out with the tool out
Ran up that check, me and Jewop
Hood Fame the mafia, we don’t play games bitch we shoot out
Bitch we in this beef, we don’t stop
Wet up yo’ block, pop out hop out and we shoot off
Running from 12, we don’t do cops
Break off the coupe, too much [?] like my roof

[Chorus]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds

[Verse 2]
Fill up for a week I’m on addy, OG like my daddy
Pop up in big Bentley no Caddy
Big [?] who want static, AK automatic
We trap from the four down to Haiti
Bitch I’m in the hood like an engine
OG got no midget, bitch I got them birds like a pigeon
Been servin’ since juvie detention
They talk about dope in the city, I’m the nigga they missin’
I’m f**kin’ that bitch and you kissed her
She suckin’ my dick and you claiming that bitch is yo’ missus
Trap out her house, no permission
She tell me to quit, but we pay that bitch no attention
Cook up the dope, I remix it
Yo’ son on the floor, we wake him up make him do the dishes
Ain’t payin’ no rent, bitch I just want yo’ kitchen
f**k out my face, you get dick when I’m finished
They say I’m too selfish
Too much, I’m too extra
Yayo, you disrespectful
Give a damn bitch I can’t have you
Go dumb can’t help you
Slide a nigga ass like a debit
Pussy nigga better have a weapon
Balenciaga, better watch where you steppin’
Hood Fame the gang, bitch you know what I’m reppin’

[Chorus]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Draco came wit’ an infrared
Playin’ with the gang I’ll wet his head
Bang, bang, bang, I shoot him dead
Gang, gang, gang, Hood Fame, nigga, f**k the feds

[Outro]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]
Perc, addy, drank, good red
Dope, racks, stacks, like [?]

Alex Faith & Dre Murray – Money Lyrics (feat. Reconcile)

[Verse 1: Alex Faith]
Whippin’ in a ‘Rarri, I’m ’bout to catch a body
This life ain’t really worth it, but please don’t tell nobody
Find me in the lobby, uh, 5 star hotel
Iced out, shinin’ hard, boy that’s what I know well
Rap about these places but you know that I don’t go there
Flexin’ for the likes on instagram, I tell ’em oh well
Sayin’ I’m a gangsta shawty, please don’t check my resume
All this talkin’ on these records made me feel some type of way
I’m a fall back partna tho cause I am not a hater
But can see the life we takin’ when you out to get his paper
And even if you really flippin’ birds just take a listen
Makin’ money in the street, you still a victim to the system
I’m frontin’ cause all I ever heard was make that money
Till they catch you slippin’ if you free, then they gon’ take it from you
I know the odds is set against you but it is a better way
Made for mo’ than that cause it’s a life that they can’t take away

[Hook: Alex Faith]
All I ever hear is that we do it fo’ the money
Stack the paper to the ceilin’ we just do it fo’ the money
We dyin’ in the street but we gon’ do it fo’ the money
The system set against us so we do it fo’ the money
That paper shawty, that what we do it fo’
We dyin’ shawty, that what we do it fo’
That paper shawty, it’s nothin’ less or mo’
They don’t understand what we do it fo’

[Verse 2: Dre Murray]
I heard like befo’ I was a teen
Mommy took me to the movies then I saw it on the screen
They was sun-wrapped in the product, they was workin’ triple beam
They was cookin’ in the kitchen then they serve it to the fiend
So I turned and said to mommy “What they doin’ that fo’”
She moved in a little closer said ” They want that dough”
Now imagine what that does when you are eight years old
And the people in yo hood say that they all know
How to get it, yeah I’m talkin’ give and go
Fast breakin’ to the hole but they move that snow
They got money in the ceilin’, in the mattress, in the flo’
And that stack that’s in his pocket, he just brought it out to blow
Yeah, life I’ve see on the southside
Grandmother she ain’t like me goin’ outside
Good people in the hood but some’ll catch you slippin’
Yeah they trippin’, man this thing is kinda lopsided
They want the money

[Hook: Alex Faith]
All I ever hear is that we do it fo’ the money
Stack the paper to the ceilin’ we just do it fo’ the money
We dyin’ in the street but we gon’ do it fo’ the money
The system set against us so we do it fo’ the money
That paper shawty, that what we do it fo’
We dyin’ shawty, that what we do it fo’
That paper shawty, it’s nothin’ less or mo’
They don’t understand what we do it fo’

[Verse 3: Reconcile]
All I ever wanted was a couple bands
Kept my name in the street, they say I’m the man
Pull fire on these lames talkin’ disrespectful
Paper ain’t right, they say he ain’t successful
Money Mal got a bird for the summer
Hit that right, they flip that twice & hit the mall a stunner
Ain’t got time fo’ these haters, save to convo
Rebound and distribute, Rondo
I speak it how they live it down in that dirty water
I see youngins’ catch kingpins down in Florida
Ask a jit what he do, he say he “get money”
Ten years and parole ain’t worth a couple hunned
Don’t care how you cut it, boy look at here
All the real OG’s catchin’ sentences
Ain’t no chasin’ cash, chase a better way
Ain’t enough racks to change your life, Jesus can

[Hook: Alex Faith]
All I ever hear is that we do it fo’ the money
Stack the paper to the ceilin’ we just do it fo’ the money
We dyin’ in the street but we gon’ do it fo’ the money
The system set against us so we do it fo’ the money
That paper shawty, that what we do it fo’
We dyin’ shawty, that what we do it fo’
That paper shawty, it’s nothin’ less or mo’
They don’t understand what we do it fo’