Lil Uzi Vert – Strawberry Peels Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Spider (Hey)
Hey (SEX, Spider, SEX)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, I’m on that drank, I’m ’bout to kill (Woah)
I got the drop, I got the kill (Woah)
Takin’ a bitch, I got the seal (Yeah)
I got this peppermint patty, it’s teal
She off the boat and she came from Israel
Fuck from the back until I’m smacked
Smoke on that thrax, I’m on strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels
Cop what I want and my wrist and my style is on crunk and it’s real
Half of my niggas get high off a seal
Brand new pints and they all teal
I put my dick in her bladder, yeah, yeah
And I’m fuckin’ her friends and they all here

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Flooded the wrist
Let my bro hit her, I’m good with assist (Good)
Know it’s expensive, can tell by the stitch (Why?)
Crept in the club with thirty in the stick (Thirty)
VLONE, Chrome Heart, it’s still stuck on the rich
She can’t talk right now ’cause she suckin’ this dick
YSL slatt life, we slimy and slick (Slatt)
Got a young bull that pull up, let it spit (Bull)
He hit and don’t miss
Hop out a jet, hop in a Rolls
Icy Patek straight off of shows (Straight off of shows)
I want the platinum, I’m cool on the gold
She suckin’ it ’til the snot come out her nose (Wow)
I bought an old Cutlass, I set it on fours (Set it on fours)
I pop me a pill, I feel geeked up for sure
You front me a pack, I’ma go get it sold
Young Wunna, young Wunna, I can’t break the code (Young Wunna)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
I bend her over, I make her kneel
Stand on my money like my name Shaquille
Construction man, runnin’ right through these drills
I cannot breathe ’cause there’s ice on my gills
She give me brain, that’s that Urkel and chill
She mixed with white, told her my name Jaleel
Uzi too rich, man, how does it feel?
Tryna be humble, man, I ain’t tryna kill
They walk on my heels, my heels made of steel
That’s no oil my spill, I burnt off the wheel
She ate up the deal
My baby so spoiled just like some old milk
The paint on my whip, it’s already peeled
Put my dick in her gut, it’s just for the guilt
Fuckin’ this bitch, did that right on film
I need the beat, that’s just for the stems (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Lil Uzi Vert]
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)
Strawberry peels, strawberry peels (Yeah)

Lil Tecca – IDK Lyrics

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[Intro]
We love you, Tecca
Yeah

[Refrain]
And we not doin’ that beef shit, rather get money (Rather get cash)
Like two bad hoes in the club, I think she want me (I think she want me)
Got your bitch on my dick and she jump up and down, nigga, like a bunny (Nigga, like a bunny)
VLONE, it’s on me, ayy, ayy
Louis, it’s on me, ayy, ayy (Louis, it’s on me)

[Verse 1]
Bitches, they on me (Bitches, they on me)
Gettin’ this money (Gettin’ this money)
Y’all niggas, y’all funny, ayy, ayy
Your nigga a dummy, ayy, ayy
He think that he low, my life is a show
Every day, new episode, it took a lot to glow
Duwap, he throwin’ that 4
I’m countin’ that money, nigga, I want more
He think he gang, he think he my bro
Goin’ through pain, keep it on the low

[Chorus]
I got opps I don’t know, opps I don’t know
And, know money can’t control me, yeah
Niggas that I don’t know, ayy
Bitches that I don’t know, yeah
Hoes that I don’t know
Don’t know why she want me, yeah
I get the money, let’s go
Your bitch say she want me, ayy, ayy
And I don’t want nothin’, ayy, ayy
And shawty she want me, ayy, ayy
And I don’t want nothin’, ayy, ayy
Don’t know why she want me, ayy, ayy
Don’t know why she want me, ayy, ayy
Your bitch say she want me, ayy, ayy
And shawty she want me, ayy, ayy
And she just wan’ fuck me

[Post-Chorus]
AF1, you know that they on me
Helmut Lang, you know that it’s on me, and it’s not on you
Yeah, your bitch on me, and she not on you
I don’t know who to trust, I don’t trust these niggas
I don’t trust these bitches, they say “Tecca, you won’t listen”
Yeah

[Refrain]
And we not doin’ that beef shit, rather get money, yeah
Like two bad hoes in the club, I think she want me
Got your bitch on my dick and she jump up and down, nigga, like a bunny
VLONE, it’s on me, ayy, ayy
Louis, it’s on me, ayy, ayy
And we not doin’ that beef shit, rather get money, yeah
Like two bad hoes in the club, I think she want me
Got your bitch on my dick and she jump up and down, nigga, like a bunny
VLONE, it’s on me, ayy, ayy
Louis, it’s on me, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2]
Niggas don’t talk, niggas just watch
You keep the Rolex, G-Shock be the watch
She animated, no Itachi
Bad bitch and she just wanna top me
Everything I do, man, these niggas copy
Dirty AR and this shit got no safety

[Chorus]
I got opps I don’t know, opps I don’t know
And, know money can’t control me, yeah
Niggas that I don’t know, ayy
Bitches that I don’t know, yeah
Hoes that I don’t know
Don’t know why she want me, yeah
I get the money, let’s go
Your bitch say she want me, ayy, ayy
And I don’t want nothin’, ayy, ayy
And shawty she want me, ayy, ayy
And I don’t want nothin’, ayy, ayy
Don’t know why she want me, ayy, ayy
Don’t know why she want me, ayy, ayy
Your bitch say she want me, ayy, ayy
And shawty she want me, ayy, ayy
I got opps I don’t know, opps I don’t know
And, know money can’t control me, yeah
Niggas that I don’t know, ayy
Bitches that I don’t know, yeah
Hoes that I don’t know
Don’t know why she want me, yeah
I get the money, let’s go
Your bitch say she want me, ayy, ayy
And I don’t want nothin’, ayy, ayy
And shawty she want me, ayy, ayy
And I don’t want nothin’, ayy, ayy
Don’t know why she want me, ayy, ayy
Don’t know why she want me, ayy, ayy
Your bitch say she want me, ayy, ayy
And shawty she want me, ayy, ayy
And she just wan’ fuck me

A$AP Ferg – Value Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah ho (Yeah), yeah (Uh)
Yeah ho (Yeah), yeah (Uh)
Yeah (Oh), yeah ho
Yeah (Yeah), yeah ho (Uh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Fuck is you kiddin’ me, all of my jewelry cost about a hunnid thou’
Fuck all my enemies, never had sympathy, Fergie finna lay ’em down
Sippin’ on Hennesey, hoppin’ out mentally, fuckin’ yo bitch in the mouth

[Chorus]
Who am I? (Trap Lord) Ayy
Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now, ayy (Trap Lord) Yeah
Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now

[Verse 1]
Fell in love with a stripper and that is what happened today
Found that bitch on the Insta, and that is the fuck what I say, ayy
Told that girl like I finna flew my ass out to LA
Girl actin’ like she [?], with that cake all in my face
Flacko cop new ‘Rari, told his ass, “I want a raise”
VLONE thuggin’ with Bari, all of my niggas got taste
We gon’ mosh in the party, get the fuck out my way
Thirty got kick like karate, don’t wanna meet the AK (Ayy)

[Pre-Chorus]
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Fuck is you kiddin’ me, all of my jewelry cost about a hunnid thou’
Fuck all my enemies, never had sympathy, Fergie finna lay ’em down
Sippin’ on Hennesey, hoppin’ out mentally, fuckin’ yo bitch in the mouth

[Chorus]
Who am I? (Trap Lord) Ayy
Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now, ayy (Trap Lord) Yeah
Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now

[Verse 2]
Send a couple niggas to your bando (Bando)
Send them hot rocks through your sandals (Ayy)
They say I remind them of Rondo (Rondo)
Light his ass up like a candle (Ayy)
Fuckin’ on her like I’m Alejandro
My Dominican bitch is like J. Lo (Kay)
Know a couple nigga with the [?]
Them banana clip will cop your debt
Pull up to your crib like Domino’s
Creepin’ on a nigga like Cirque de Soleil
Man, I need my money pronto
I touch it time, and time, then go again out West
It just feel like I’m in the Congo
Run through the jungle like everyday
Man, I came up from the bando
So take that motherfuckin’ look off your face

[Pre-Chorus]
Look at me, look at me, look at me
Look at me, look at me, look at me now
Fuck is you kiddin’ me, all of my jewelry cost about a hunnid thou’
Fuck all my enemies, never had sympathy, Fergie finna lay ’em down
Sippin’ on Hennesey, hoppin’ out mentally, fuckin’ yo bitch in the mouth

[Chorus]
Who am I? (Trap Lord) Ayy
Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now, ayy (Trap Lord) Yeah
Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord)
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now

Ugly God – Bless The Booth Freestyle Lyrics

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[Intro]
Ooh, you dig?
Ooh
Thanks ugly god
Thanks ugly god
Thanks ugly god
Ooh
Thanks ugly god
Thanks ugly god
Gang
Ayy, ooh

[Chorus]
I’m like ”how it came to this?”
It get dangerous
Niggas be switching up
I won’t change a bit
Run up on me if you want
I got aim assist
I got aim assist, look

[Verse 1]
I got aim assist
I just be makin’ it
Stack up the money, i’m saving it
You my favorite, when you comb your hair and straighten it
But I peep you took a lil bread out my bag when i’m knowin’ I had some change in it
And I ain’t gon put my hands on you but I bet i’mma make you pay for it
Say you better give me that money you owe me, or i’m taking it
Talking that shit about me like you know me, that be the lamest shit
Yeah when I beat from the back it sound like macaroni
I’m on that wavy shit
She on that crazy shit
Look, I do amazing shit
Hold up, spread a bitch legs like jelly (huh)
Get her pussy wet like [?] (huh)
She just want a brand new bag and a rich nigga baby all in her belly (huh)
Choppa gon’ eat like deli (huh)
Shut up bitch, is you ready? (huh)
Beat her from the back, so steady (huh)
Show me bitch, don’t tell me

[Chorus]
I’m like “how it came to this”?
It get dangerous
Niggas be switching up
I won’t change a bit
Run up on me if you want
I got aim assist
I got aim assist, look

[Verse 2]
Ayy, my new bitch she do what I tell her
She keep a 2-2 in the dresser
She step in the booth if I let her
I can’t keep my shoe off the pedal
Got these bars in the booth (huh)
And these stars on the roof, and the VLONE on my sweater
Her pussy wet but her momma get wetter
Her pussy straight, momma still better
I jump in that bit’ with a big ass berretta
I hop off the stage with a bag of that cheddar
I tell her I love her and that we forever
But I’mma just fuck her one time and forget her
Seen a few niggas switch up under pressure
So I stopped fuckin’ with them for the better
Came in that bit’ with a stick for whoever
Told that lil bit’ get the fuck on my level
Throw it in the back, i’ll get it
I’mma put it on my debit (huh)
Niggas be stealing my sauce (huh)
But don’t wanna give no credit (huh)
And I ain’t never took no loss from it
Cause it only go as far as I let it (huh)
And bitch just know i’m just trynna fuck or somethin’
And tell your boyfriend that I said it, bitch

[Outro]
Thanks ugly god
Thanks ugly god
Thanks ugly god
Thanks ugly god

Gunna – Derek Fisher Lyrics

[Intro]
Makers
Run that back, Turbo

[Chorus: Gunna]
Hesitation, wipe the tears from your eye (Tears from your eyes)
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin’ in the sky (My dawgs livin’ in the sky)
You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon’ slide (We gon’ slide)
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes (Sure you stay all eyes)
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross the line (No)
Told her I ain’t got no mistress, but I know she think I’m lyin’
Oh, you can be my vibe but I’m not lookin’ for a bride (Not lookin’ for a bride)
Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage (Open the garage)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Niggas pillowtalking, I can barely get a time (Barely get a time)
Dead fresh, out a coffin, Playboy VLONE cover my spine (VLONE cover my spine)
Fuck that extra talkin’, pull up, spin the whole block, and then ride (Spin the whole block and then ride)
Dracos, AR’s, Glocks, and carbons, put in the work for your side (Put in the work for your side)
Keepin’ it real, I just had to realize (Realize)
Got caught and he ain’t tell, he stood up and took the time (Took the time)
I got them on my trail and I still ain’t in my prime (In my prime)
I’m just tryna live, keep my people out of bounds (Out of bounds)
I done kept it solid, this shit ours, it ain’t mine (No)
I done changed the climate, got this fuckin’ money flyin’ (Money flyin’)
Backwood fill of Biscotti and I heard you smokin’ pine (Heard you smokin’ pine)
Barely see somebody, to that bullshit, I went blind (Blind)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Hesitation, wipe the tears from your eye (Tears from your eyes)
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin’ in the sky (My dawgs livin’ in the sky)
You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon’ slide (We gon’ slide)
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes (Sure you stay all eyes)
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross the line (No)
Told her I ain’t got no mistress, but I know she think I’m lyin’
Oh, you can be my vibe but I’m not lookin’ for a bride (Not lookin’ for a bride)
Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Penthouse feel like heaven when I wake from a ménage
I got every kinda color car in my garage
Intercontinental with my bitch and a massage
Buy a lot of diamonds, I flash my money, I like to floss, yeah
My little shooters stay on point, all I do is throw assists
We locked in together forever, that’s if I’m poor or rich
Make ’em call me Papa Bear, the way I get that porridge
Walk inside the club and it start stormin’
I came in a foreign, I can’t stop from goin’ in
Got too many dawgs who in the sky, can’t let ’em score again
Ask God for forgiveness, then go out and commit sin again
They say that we already won, I’m tryna win again, yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Hesitation, wipe the tears from your eye (Tears from your eyes)
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin’ in the sky (My dawgs livin’ in the sky)
You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon’ slide (We gon’ slide)
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes (Sure you stay all eyes)
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross the line (No)
Told her I ain’t got no mistress, but I know she think I’m lyin’
Oh, you can be my vibe but I’m not lookin’ for a bride (Not lookin’ for a bride)
Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage (Open the garage)

ASAP Rocky – A$AP Forever (feat. Moby)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind"
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

A$AP Rocky – A$AP Forever Lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang, gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch ’cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, “Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind”
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

Vic Mensa – OMG (feat. Pusha T)

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Pullin up with the coupe
(Oh my goodness)
Must’ve done something with the roof
(Oh my goodness)
You sitting looking stupid on the stoop
(Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I were you
(Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true north
(Oh my goodness)
Smilin’, with 50 karats in my jaw
(Oh my goodness)
Fuck the law
It’s a shame nigga, rhyme
Nigga, love crime

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
It’s a shame they let us jump out of Bentleys with dirty Vans
Hit the stage for 15 minutes, get 30 bands
Swiss bank counting clean money with dirty hands
With some hood niggas that’s ready to bang with the Klan
Since I came in this shit, made my name a name brand
French kissing bitches in Paris, clubbing like a caveman
We threw up the pyramids, now they say we Illuminati
Fox fur Cavalli, fuck Bill O’Reilly
No blood diamonds, I rock gold like a king
Jewelry so cold, made ’em blow the nose off the Sphinx
Fuck you think? I’ma be some type of role model?
I go full throttle desperado, that’s the motto
Vic in Chicago, it’s Hugh Heff at the grotto
Brazilian model, she mean mugging like Frida Kahlo
Drinking a horchata with an Alicia Machado
Bitch, I’m the ticket, you just hit the lotto

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Pullin up with the coupe
(Oh my goodness)
Must’ve done something with the roof
(Oh my goodness)
You sitting looking stupid on the stoop
(Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I were you
(Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true north
(Oh my goodness)
Smilin’, with 50 karats in my jaw
(Oh my goodness)
Fuck the law
It’s a shame nigga, rhyme
Nigga, love crime

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
Young Vic, the diamond’s finest
I shine like Puff signed Shyne
Except I signed to the Roc ’cause I’m timeless
Top off the Masi, my behavior is mindless
Old kids, nigga, we major, you minors
Fresh out the cell to the booth, drop the Dylan Roof
I’m still in the hood, tell Zimmerman "Shoot"
Hold my nuts with an OJ glove, fuck the judge
You rappers is false flagging, you a fashion blood
What’s brackin’ cuz? What you know about gangbanging?
What’s VLONE thug? Why Bari leave your head rangin’?
Free Vic Mensa Amistad chain swanging
This that crack music, nigga, you can blame Reagan
I’m Balmaing without paying, y’all playing
We higher than a bitch, my bitch Himalayan
Suicide Gallardo, that’s the sacrificial lamb
I’m killa season Cam
No lives matter, blam

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Pullin up with the coupe
(Oh my goodness)
Must’ve done something with the roof
(Oh my goodness)
You sitting looking stupid on the stoop
(Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I were you
(Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true north
(Oh my goodness)
Smilin’, with 50 karats in my jaw
(Oh my goodness)
Fuck the law
It’s a shame nigga, rhyme
Nigga, love crime

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Every other night, I’m outside with the nine
You ain’t got chips, fuck the world
You got chips, you could fuck the next man’s girl
Sounds harsh but they been ripped apart my world
The weight kiss told us should never be misquoted (no)
Them guns that you wave on the camera? We been toting (yeah)
Selling love potion my whole rap career
So your streams and downloads could never match the kid’s
We could go foreign for foreign until it’s boring
My sheep will keep jumping the fence until you’re snoring
Street poetry, I’m on Wale Folarin
‘Til the world is mine like Illmatic and Lauryn
Written on the globe
Face to a table full of blow
Fresh powder skiing in the snow
Type of rappers we know
Got the right numbers on a kilo
Burn the carter down like I’m Nino

[Chorus: Pharrell]
Pullin up with the coupe
(Oh my goodness)
Must’ve done something with the roof
(Oh my goodness)
You sitting looking stupid on the stoop
(Oh my goodness)
I would take notes if I were you
(Oh my goodness)
This was designed with the stars, the square and the cross
So we know true north
(Oh my goodness)
Smilin’, with 50 karats in my jaw
(Oh my goodness)
Fuck the law
It’s a shame nigga, rhyme
Nigga, love crime

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – I Do This

[Verse 1]
Louis V on, I got on VLONE
I just bought a new chain, that bitch three-tone
I’m in Designer, red bottoms spiked up like pinecones
Spike the pineapple, double cup styrofoam
I got the AP and the Rollie switching time zones
You could turn off all the lights, I put them diamonds on
We the Big Tymers, nigga, we get our shine on
My trap house like a pop-up, the line long

[Hook]
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit

[Verse 2]
Left wrist a Rollie, VS diamonds all white
Putting Hitech in the Fanta, only mix the Act with Sprite
Kick that bitch up out the spot if she ain’t acting right
Cookie, Percs, and lean, nigga, I’m up there with the satellites
Hood nigga shooting dice, I’m just fucking, that’s your wife
I’ve been turning bitches into dice, skinny jeans fit me tight
Smoking cookie, fucking on a bitch with a pretty pussy
Been the same real one, nigga, I ain’t never, ever been a pussy
I got dope on my Rollie, you would think a nigga was still cooking
Diamonds so wet, damn, I think it got your bitch gushing
Got your bitch looking, got on red bottoms like I’m a Christian
With them bricks in, I’ma fuck up the kitchen
Put the dick in her and I make her kiss
Put on the AP when I go to Michigan
Rocking the VLONE, long as you can’t get it
"How you do three-tone?" Mind your business
Hundred round, hundred niggas pull up with it
‘Bout to go put me some tint on the Bentley
Bought Gucci and Prada, or Louis and Fendi
I’m wet like a pool, I’m fresh like some lettuce
Designer head to toe, I just went and spent me a ten at Lenox

[Hook]
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit
I do this shit