YoungBoy Never Broke Again – GG (Remix) (feat. A Boogie With The Hoodie)

[Intro]
Free my niggas out the can
Nigga, this that crazy man
I ain’t even put no effort, crazy man

[Verse]
Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
See the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude
If you think I fuck with that lil hoe, then you a fool
I ain’t got no education, I dropped out of school
No security with me so I’m strapped up with that tool
Try to take my jewelry off and you gon’ make the news
Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22
Audemar Piguet, coulda’ went and bought a school
Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes
Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit
I just took a loss so I’m goin’ on a heist
Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike
Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight
Thunder in my clip, fuck around get hit with light

Draw down with that Glock, bitch don’t make no sound
Say somethin’ and get shot, bitch face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
(Tell me why you say that Youngboy?)
Cause bitch I’m flyer than your dude

Kodak Black – Candy Paint (feat. Bun B) (Painting Pictures Album)

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Candy, candy, candy
Spent 20 grand on my engine
Put Louis V on my women
I’m sippin’ on lean, I’m dizzy
Got digital dash in my cutless
Got this shit from Duffy
Ain’t get this with no rap money
I got this shit from Doubling
Everybody outchea hustlin’
Nigga, you broke, you buggin’
Fuck you, lil’ hoe, you ugly
I got that bag, I got that luggage
I got dirty money, Houston, Texas
I’m sippin’ dirty muddy
I told that bitch, I just want some sucky-sucky
I don’t want no lovey-dovey
Everybody wanna have everythin’
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Every bitch want her weddin’ ring
When these bitches been fuckin’ on everythin’
Everybody wish they had a connect
Everybody want an Audemar Piguet
I ain’t Paul Wall coming to you permanent
Got a Glock 17 with a 30 clip

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

[Verse 2: Bun B]
Everybody wanna ride candy paint (paint)
Everybody wanna come down (down)
Everybody wanna drop top
Let the trunk go pop and bang that surround (round)
Everybody wanna have a Styrofoam cup
Matter of fact, they want two (why?)
So, they can sip on that motherfuckin’ sizzurp
Like they heard from DJ Screw (ooh)
Everybody wanna claim blue (blue)
Everybody wanna claim red (red)
Everybody wanna bang out
‘Til they got a .45 to they motherfuckin’ head (head)
Everybody say they got bread (bread)
Racks stuffed inside the mattress (mattress)
But, you’d be the dumbest motherfucker ever born
If you sittin’ around believin’ that shit (that shit)
Everybody wanna be a rapper (rapper)
Shinin’ like a boss on stage (stage)
But, it’s gonna take mo’ than some YouTube likes
And a gaddamn IG page (page)
Everybody wanna be who they can’t (can’t)
Instead of tryna be who they are (are)
Man, this shit won’t get you to far
You’ll never be a star regardless of the paint on your car

[Chorus x2: Kodak Black]
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy
Everybody wanna ride candy paint
Everybody just comparing
Everybody tryna sell drugs
Everybody think they the plug
Everybody wanna ride Forgis now
Ain’t nobody tryna ride dubs

21 Savage – Vette (feat. Trouble) (Slaughter King Mixtape) letras

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Vette
Pull up inna vette
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
Pull up inna vette
I just spent a check
Pull up inna vette
Pull up inna vette

[Hook: 21 Savage]
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
I got it off a brick, got it off a brick
Pull up inna vette
Pull up on ya bitch
I just spent a check
I just spent a check
What you want for that pussy I’ll pay, pay, pay
Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake
And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake
I don’t want no features nigga gay, gay, gay

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Niggas gay, I’m ashamed
But I’m still with that fucking slaughter gang
That slaughter team, we paint the scene
You niggas scare red, and I’m drinkin red
Young savage, living lavish
I picked yo hoe up then I took her to the cabin
She wanna be with me her nigga is a has-been
Bosch smoking in the back we look like cabbage
Boy you smoking on that bush straight on that bad bitch
I’ll shop when I land don’t need no baggage
You wouldn’t even know what to do if you had a bad bitch
100k on red bottoms for my stallion
Hey I’m still whippin’ work, whippin’ work, whippin’ work
Choppa go beserk, go beserk, go beserk
Put you on a shirt, on a shirt, on a shirt
Get yo bitch cause she keep tryna flirt, tryna flirt

[Hook: 21 Savage]
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
I got it off a brick, got it off a brick
Pull up inna vette
Pull up on ya bitch
I just spent a check
I just spent a check
What you want for that pussy I’ll pay, pay, pay
Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake
And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake
I don’t want no features nigga gay, gay, gay

[Bridge: Trouble]
Ran out motherfucker with these boss it gonna stay like that
Can’t fuck with you snitches my boy’s youngin’ caught a case like that
Mmm caught a case like that
Hey caught a case like that mmm
I’mma stay way way way from em’, like way way from em’

[Verse 2: Trouble]
You niggas ain’t right kinda fishy
I heard the track came with spiffy
I respect you, but ya hoes I been trickin’
Betta watch what you puttin’ ya dick in
Expensive pants can’t even zip em’
Take a nigga’s pants if you strip him
Nigga diamonds dancin’ like a stripper
Pussy nigga playin’ gotta flip him
Spot talk you know nothing bout it
Drought nigga won’t know nothing bout it
Got the salt no dancing
Shout for fuck boy playin’
I send these lil hoes out the country
I don’t play about my money
Still put ramen noodles on my tummy, yeah
Every mall nigga bunkin’, yeah

[Hook: 21 Savage]
Pull up inna vette
Audemar Piguet
I got it off a brick, got it off a brick
Pull up inna vette
Pull up on ya bitch
I just spent a check
I just spent a check
What you want for that pussy I’ll pay, pay, pay
Bitch I get money I get cake, cake, cake
And I whip that dope like cake, cake, cake
I don’t want no features nigga gay, gay, gay