G-Eazy – Let It Be (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Shout out to Apex
No problem

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Most of the world is fast asleep while we work all these night shifts
Scars I could never hide, my vampire rises
Blood, thirsty long nights, I indulge in my vices
But wish somebody would have told me how lonely this life gets
With the lowest of lows and the highest of highs
All alone in his hotel as I sit down and write this
Share my pain just in case someone out there feels like this
You’re not alone, nobody’s perfect, no matter how righteous
Run from problems like wе run from them red and blue lights
Asking Jеsus, “Grab the wheel, before I DUI us”
Pul me over, I’m finished, registration and license
Try not to crash this Ferrari, how reckless I drive this
Wish I could say I got this whole thing all down to a science
Until I fucked up royally, knows we can’t buy this
Lookin’ back when I broke, I ain’t imagine it like this
In need of guidance, down a dark road, hope someone will light this

[Bridge: G-Eazy & OG Maco]
Ha, ha
Yo, this shit raw
Waiting for someone to light the way
Lord knows that I’ve been lost
I’m only human
Yeah

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
My OG told me, “Let that shit out, it’s no good to hide this”
Then I’ma need some Casamigos and ’bout two hours to write this
Some flower shop and a lighter to light this
One in a billion, on my momma, you ain’t met no one like this
No matter how you cut the cake or however you slice this
Is it addiction reliance, or is it a problem, a crisis?
Is it dependency? I need a plug, like I’m an appliant
If I don’t get it, I might just, uh, I shouldn’t type this
Don’t wanna make my momma scared, my coorporate partners won’t like this
They see future indictments but flip the light, switch on the bright side it’s diamonds on my right wrist
VVS shine the brightest, yeah
Five story house and my room is the highest
I [?], I did architectural digest
Slice of the devil’s pie, ate it straight to the pie crust
I try avoiding trouble somehow always it finds us
The ones that help me write this song always come back and it bites us
I’m sharing all my flaws so please point out the surprises
You diss me on my love, say you try to come try us
Just say some racist, homophobic shit, might turn into violence
That goes for everyone, fake friends, way up to the high ups
If you open up your mouth and you go cross with them lines, it’s the irony
Still I’m the one who’s always gotta keep tight lips
The truth couldn’t further off them TMZ write ups
DiScuss me on the radio while I keep radio silence
But all I’ll say for now is, consider your sources
Don’t be so quick to drink up on a Kool-Aid [?]
My album drops in five days, I ain’t got no time for this
Can’t wait to see how beautifully lit September 24th is, let’s go

[Chorus: OG Maco]
[?] never [?] when they settle, no
And I wonder, will it matter on this road
I’ve been crying in the corner, feeling all alone
Ain’t been lying ’bout the monsters in the bedroom, oh
This little light of mine gotta shine on
This little light of mine shall grow (Oh, we gon’ play with them)
This little light of mine never lost hope
This light of mine gotta shine on

[Verse 3: OG Maco]
I’ve been a rock to get the paper, others got the snip
We went in hand over fists, like rock, paper, scissors
They say I’m opposite, the normal crown won’t [?]
In a room with/but fewer friends are what I started with
The fight kept, the light left, now it’s dark in the ring
The horror scene never felt ’til it leap out the screen
Ignorance is bliss, piss intelligence’s a curse
Still giving game for what’s it’s worth until I lay a hearse
No heart and chances on my sleeve, and a CDG shirt
For the dreams to be scheduled versus receive like a letter
In the city of angels, devils make debts to be settled
Last travel, saw the battle mountain tops from gravel
[?] in oceans with no paddle, currents, motions faster
No attorney on this journey, objectively rattled
But all my fury at the jury who judge with no gavel

[Outro]
Look at what the light did now
Look at what the light did now
Look at what the light did now
Look at what the light

G Eazy – Let It Be (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Shout out to Apex
No problem

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Most of the world is fast asleep while we work all these night shifts
Scars I could never hide, my vampire rises
Blood, thirsty long nights, I indulge in my vices
But wish somebody would have told me how lonely this life gets
With the lowest of lows and the highest of highs
All alone in his hotel as I sit down and write this
Share my pain just in case someone out there feels like this
You’re not alone, nobody’s perfect, no matter how righteous
Run from problems like wе run from them red and blue lights
Asking Jеsus, “Grab the wheel, before I DUI us”
Pul me over, I’m finished, registration and license
Try not to crash this Ferrari, how reckless I drive this
Wish I could say I got this whole thing all down to a science
Until I fucked up royally, knows we can’t buy this
Lookin’ back when I broke, I ain’t imagine it like this
In need of guidance, down a dark road, hope someone will light this

[Bridge: G-Eazy & OG Maco]
Ha, ha
Yo, this shit raw
Waiting for someone to light the way
Lord knows that I’ve been lost
I’m only human
Yeah

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
My OG told me, “Let that shit out, it’s no good to hide this”
Then I’ma need some Casamigos and ’bout two hours to write this
Some flower shop and a lighter to light this
One in a billion, on my momma, you ain’t met no one like this
No matter how you cut the cake or however you slice this
Is it addiction reliance, or is it a problem, a crisis?
Is it dependency? I need a plug, like I’m an appliant
If I don’t get it, I might just, uh, I shouldn’t type this
Don’t wanna make my momma scared, my coorporate partners won’t like this
They see future indictments but flip the light, switch on the bright side it’s diamonds on my right wrist
VVS shine the brightest, yeah
Five story house and my room is the highest
I [?], I did architectural digest
Slice of the devil’s pie, ate it straight to the pie crust
I try avoiding trouble somehow always it finds us
The ones that help me write this song always come back and it bites us
I’m sharing all my flaws so please point out the surprises
You diss me on my love, say you try to come try us
Just say some racist, homophobic shit, might turn into violence
That goes for everyone, fake friends, way up to the high ups
If you open up your mouth and you go cross with them lines, it’s the irony
Still I’m the one who’s always gotta keep tight lips
The truth couldn’t further off them TMZ write ups
DiScuss me on the radio while I keep radio silence
But all I’ll say for now is, consider your sources
Don’t be so quick to drink up on a Kool-Aid [?]
My album drops in five days, I ain’t got no time for this
Can’t wait to see how beautifully lit September 24th is, let’s go

[Chorus: OG Maco]
[?] never [?] when they settle, no
And I wonder, will it matter on this road
I’ve been crying in the corner, feeling all alone
Ain’t been lying ’bout the monsters in the bedroom, oh
This little light of mine gotta shine on
This little light of mine shall grow (Oh, we gon’ play with them)
This little light of mine never lost hope
This light of mine gotta shine on

[Verse 3: OG Maco]
I’ve been a rock to get the paper, others got the snip
We went in hand over fists, like rock, paper, scissors
They say I’m opposite, the normal crown won’t [?]
In a room with/but fewer friends are what I started with
The fight kept, the light left, now it’s dark in the ring
The horror scene never felt ’til it leap out the screen
Ignorance is bliss, piss intelligence’s a curse
Still giving game for what’s it’s worth until I lay a hearse
No heart and chances on my sleeve, and a CDG shirt
For the dreams to be scheduled versus receive like a letter
In the city of angels, devils make debts to be settled
Last travel, saw the battle mountain tops from gravel
[?] in oceans with no paddle, currents, motions faster
No attorney on this journey, objectively rattled
But all my fury at the jury who judge with no gavel

[Outro]
Look at what the light did now
Look at what the light did now
Look at what the light did now
Look at what the light

Summrs – Ball Family Lyrics

[Intro]
(Desire)

[Chorus]
You showed me something I never seen before
I was playing around, I was letting up, I had to get back in my zone
And don't think I'm on what these other niggas on
She tryna keep up with my life, she said it seem like I'm always in another timezone
I ain't flaking baby girl, I'm sipping baby girl, stop tripping baby girl, you gotta know what I'm on

[Verse]
Bro just scored an 8 of Tris and it got me feeling up, I feel like I'm in my zone
We them boys that ride AMG's with the heated seats with a Glock 9 and a .223, what you on? (Haha)
My lil' brother crazy, he just got his license, that nigga out his top, he already tryna go see what the hoes on (Yeah)
Daddy said slow down with all that drank, hе used to sip it too, he already know what's going on
I'm praying for my mama, shе just lost her mama, I can't even feel or imagine how she feeling right now
And I love my mama and that's on my mama if one of you niggas try me, it's goin' up in this bitch right now (Like right now)
I put VVS's in my mouth, I don't even need a light, man they hitting so f*cking hard, man turn the lights down (Lights down, lights down)

Me and Wick blood brothers, we mud brothers, like the Ball family, try to ball on us, you out of bounds (Out of bounds)
I wasn't on my shit last year, I had to tighten up this year, yeah
Had to realize what the f*ck got me here, had to realize what the f*ck got me here
Had to realize what the f*ck God did just to get here
Had to realize what the f*ck God had planned for me this whole time
You signed a deal last year, you f*cked some twins last year
Blew a hunnid bands last year, went through a pandemic last year (What else)
But worst of all, I lost my f*cking grams last year
[Chorus]
You showed me something I never seen before
I was playing around, I was letting up, I had to get back in my zone
And don't think I'm on what these other niggas on
She tryna keep up with my life, she said it seem like I'm always in another timezone
I ain't flaking baby girl, I'm sipping baby girl, stop tripping baby girl, you gotta know what I'm on

[Outro]
Cried for ten days, Brenda baby girl I miss you, rest up, get your rest

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

Toosii – 5’5 Lyrics (feat. Mulatto)

[Intro]
'Cause anywhere I go I'm spotted (Fo' real and that's no question)
And anything I want I got it (No frontin' and no guessin')
5'5" with brown eyes (Caramel complexion)
Smile like the sunrise (Body like heaven)

[Chorus: Toosii]
Look, I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (No)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (No)
5'5'' and she too fine (Yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feeling like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*cking, I'ma f*ck her
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon

[Verse 1: Toosii]
Elevator took way too long, I'ma put her on top (On top)
This her favorite song when the song drop, got her on lock
Baby got her own Glock (Own Glock)
I'ma buy her stones, rocks
Diamonds 'cause she a dime and she own lots
And the better part about it, got her own spot
Snitch on me, she know not
Play around and she gon' pop
It was writ' in Rosetta, she own every letter
Audemars for the A and B for doing better
[Chorus: Toosii & Mulatto]
I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (No)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (No)
5'5'' and she too fine (Yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feeling like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*cking, I'ma f*ck her (Big Latto)
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon

[Verse 2: Mulatto]
I tote my own Glock, VVS, my stone pop
Street nigga bitch and my Birkin hold my nigga guap

G5 flights, we fly private, pack my nigga chop
In love with a stepper so don't make me send a nigga drop
I can't wait to get home, when I f*ck ya, I'ma f*ck ya in a Rover
We got options, I might f*ck you in a Demon (Skrr, skrr)
Rap bitch, but he got me singing, six foot, he swinging
I might let you bring a bitch and double team it, I mean it

[Chorus: Toosii]
Look, I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (No)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (No)
5'5'' and she too fine (Yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feeling like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*cking, I'ma f*ck her
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon
[Verse 3: Toosii]
Put baby inside a new drop
I'ma buy a new watch (New watch)
She know I'm her nigga and she know that you not
Credible for that new spot (New spot), I got her (Yeah)
And she ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause you know I'm a top shotta
Bring her to the hood, she know she f*ckin' with a G
Everything she done seen, know to keep it lowkey
And she don't spend a dime, everything been on me
If he gassed up, he on E
If he gassed up, he on E

[Chorus: Toosii]
I met baby a week ago and I ain't care 'bout who she know (No)
I got secrets and I can't keep it, I think you should know (No)
5'5'' and she too fine (Yeah)
I got options but, baby, you mine
I can't wait to tell her that I love her, you know I love it when she f*ck me
Way she f*ck me, got me feeling like she mean it
I know she an angel, catch them angles when we f*cking, I'ma f*ck her
When I f*ck her, I'ma do it like a demon

Tee Grizzley – Life Insurance Lyrics (feat. Lil Tjay)

[Intro]
(Banger)
Gotta get on my knees, thank God, for sure
'Cause I was livin' like I had life insurance
Gotta pray and talk to Christ, for sure (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
'Cause I was gamblin' with my life, for sure

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy, ooh, I ain't never did nothing right before
Ooh, I ain't never lived this life before
Ooh, gotta pray and talk to Christ, for sure
'Cause, ooh, I was livin' like I had life insurance
Ooh, I was gamblin' with my life, for sure
Ooh, I was livin' like I had life insurance
Ooh, I ain't never lived this life before
Ooh, I ain't never did nothing right bеfore

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Get on my knees, yeah (Amеn)
Run up that cheese, yeah (Let's get it)
Loyalty, yeah (What you say?)
Loyalty, yeah (Only way)
Got a lot to be thankful for, I got a lot to cry about (Facts)
Know a lot of shit that I can only talk with God about (Man)
Shit that I wished, it start comin' true, I had to watch my mouth
A billion of my people straight, some shit that I can't die without (I can't)
Foreign shit, I'm whippin' off, they want me to give it out (What?)
I remember I went without in the trenches without that extendo out like baow
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy, ooh, I ain't never did nothing right before (Talk to 'em)
Ooh, I ain't never lived this life before (Never did nothing right)
Ooh, gotta pray and talk to Christ, for sure (Got to)
'Cause, ooh, I was livin' like I had life insurance (Nigga, I was)
Ooh, I was gamblin' with my life, for sure (Nigga, I was)
Ooh, I was livin' like I had life insurance (Amen)
Ooh, I ain't never lived this life before (I did it)
Ooh, I ain't never did nothing right before

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay]
TrenchKid gangster, I was really out there with them ooters
Huh, forty banger, I keep this shit 'cause it bust medullas
Huh, thirty stick up in this shit, I call this bitch a ruler
Huh, VVS's, I got my shit from Benny jeweler
Niggas know me and my body
Curry-ed up, I ain't movin' 'round sloppy
Curry-ed up, I be movin' 'round properly
Think you keep playing with who? Nigga, not me
Had to homici' first 'cause he shot me
In my city, they know me, I'm oppy
I'm a youngin' gon' do it and cocky
I done got ocky, who could have stopped me?
We really turn up gang like a Nazi
I know lil' bro gon' do it for the drill
I know a lot of niggas wanna flop me, but I still chill when I'm in the field

We upped the score, but I be wantin' more
I done seen opposition on the floor
I done seen hundred showers when it pour
I can't see no more, so I'ma ignore
I dare a nigga run up on the gang
Bet you that nigga run up on his pole
Bet you he's never ever gon' react
No cockin' it back, we keep it on go
I mix the dummy 'Lato with the spliff, I mix the dummy 'Lato with the 'to
Them niggas hating, I be getting checks, can't f*ck with the racks, they know I'm a pro (Grrt)
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Ooh, I ain't never did nothing right before (I ain't never)
Ooh, I ain't never lived this life before (I ain't never)
Ooh, gotta pray and talk to Christ, for sure (I got to)
'Cause, ooh, I was livin' like I had life insurance (That shit crazy)
Ooh, I was gamblin' with my life, for sure (I was)
Ooh, I was livin' like I had life insurance (I got to)
Ooh, I ain't never lived this life before (I ain't never)
Ooh, I ain't never did nothing right before (I ain't never)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Two bricks on my sleeve, yeah (Two)
Two bands on my jeans, yeah (Two)
They can't f*ck with me, yeah (They can't)
You can't f*ck with me, yeah (Nigga, you can't)
Thanking God 'cause he let me have it my way (Amen)
I just bought a mansion, I got choppers by the fireplace
Can't let me in, but I was never alone 'cause I had God (He was there)
Big bro say we gotta live even if they gotta die (Shit f*cked)
We not no evil people, but we gon' survive (Nigga, you know we is)
Turn this bitch into Iraq when it come to me and mine, ayy (Nigga, you know we is, ayy)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Ayy, ooh, I ain't never did nothing right before (I ain't never)
Ooh, I ain't never lived this life before (I ain't never)
Ooh, gotta pray and talk to Christ, for sure (I got to)
'Cause, ooh, I was livin' like I had life insurance (That shit crazy)
Ooh, I was gamblin' with my life, for sure (I was)
Ooh, I was livin' like I had life insurance (I got to)
Ooh, I ain't never lived this life before (I ain't never)
Ooh, I ain't never did nothing right before (I ain't never)
[Outro]
Gotta get on my knees, thank God, for sure
'Cause I was livin' like I had life insurance
Gotta pray and talk to Christ, for sure
'Cause I was gamblin' with my life, for sure

Gue Pequeno – Lifestyle Lyrics

[Testo di "Lifestyle"]

[Ritornello]
Yeah
Madreperla
Il mio lifestyle
È Guè Danko, un romanzo
Sono all'ultimo piano sperperando
Il tuo lifestyle
È del fake, è bugiardo
Io su di te faccio come commando (Ah!)

Il mio lifestyle
È Guè Danko, un romanzo
Sono all'ultimo piano sperperando (Oh!)
Il tuo lifestyle
È del fake, è bugiardo (Fake!)
Io su di te faccio come commando

[Strofa 1]
Cocaine come Eric Clapton
Con i don mangio udon
Ti svegli ricucito dentro una vasca di ghiaccio, sull'iPhone
Guardi troie, io solo Chrono24 (Oh!)
Il rap è casa mia tu levati o ti do lo sfratto
Faccio mosse sopra la scacchiera
Seicento cavalli con targa straniera, li tengo per la criniera
Rapper sudi freddo come sе sei sul mezzo (Oh! Oh! Oh!)
Col pezzo, ti fеrmano, patente più libretto
Sono seghe e sognano la vita di altri (Ah-ah!)
Dopo la caccia alle streghe, sì, sperano di incastrarti
Questa bitch non mi influenza (Ma va!)
Se fa beneficenza sui social
Spero che scivola quando esce dalla doccia
[Ritornello]
Il mio lifestyle
Rodman bianco, un romanzo
Fumo all'ultimo piano sperperando (Woo!)
Il tuo lifestyle
È del fake, è bugiardo (Fake!)
Io su di te faccio come commando

[Strofa 2]
Fratellino, mi sembra che se apri il pacco
Non sia tutta farina del tuo sacco (Ahah!)
La tua tipa con due occhi da cerbiatto
La chiameremo Bambi perché, fra, è sempre sul piatto (Woo!)
Potrei insegnarti a vivere se mi pagassi
Ma se apri i tuoi DM c'hai solo foto di cazzi
Ti autochiami i paparazzi, muori se finisci gli outfit (Muori!)
Passo con la più fregna mentre vendi gioielli al banco dei pegni
Ancora oggi per il flow sempre in orario (Sempre!)
Perché ho 12 orologi VVS ed un rosario (Woah!)
Sei dentro un videogioco, io non lascio, io raddoppio (Seh!)
Spero che mio fratello venga assolto (Peace)

[Ritornello]
Il mio lifestyle
Rodman bianco, un romanzo
Fumo all'ultimo piano sperperando
Il tuo lifestyle
È del fake, è bugiardo
Io su di te faccio come commando (Pow pow pow!)
(Outro)
Brother, you're the big homie from Italy. You're the big brother you get me? Man's got mad love and respect for you. Like, you're a real brother, you're a real guy. I've been with you and I've spent some time with you, but bro, I think this one's gonna be a big record bro. And obviously, I f*ck with you deep out of respect because you're a G

Bluebucksclan – Last Minute Lyrics (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: DJ]
D12, y'all chose to go fast in it
Turn it up, bet I got somethin' bad in it
(Ten11)

[Verse 1: DJ & Lil Yachty]
Prada store, I go crazy like I'm mad in it
I could have a lot of bitches pull up at the last minute
Hangin' with them lame ass niggas, I can't bear with it
I stole four grams in my wood, I don't tear shit
Top of the mountain, big cappin', feel the air hit
Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks
Everywhere I go, bitches askin' who I'm there with
What you mean who I'm with? Bitch, you too nosey

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Runnin' 'round the lobby like my brother, first name Cody
f*ck it, runnin' 'round the lobby like Mr. Moseby
Made another Oakland, nigga, I don't even wear Oakleys
Ridin' 'round with a ski mask like my name Stokeley
Niggas tryna get in the gang, but you can't cost me
Ridin' 'round on some bad grades like I didn't study
Gotta die alone with regardless, I don't need buddies
Niggas used to call me Pig, coat was too muddy

[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
Closin' curtains in the double R, it got too sunny
Let these lil' niggas know what's up like I'm Bugs Bunny
'Lotta blues, and I'm still countin', this that blood money
Told her if she love me, gotta suck it 'til her nose runny
Dropped too many lines in this cup, damn, I'm so clumsy
Said them VVS's, but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy?

Twelve-hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody
I been out cheatin' all day, hey, I'm home, honey
[Verse 4: DJ]
Yeah, she kinda bad, but I told her, "Its' the throat for me."
NIA with Yachty, yeah, I told him, "Bring a boat for me"
Got a lot of gas, make a bad bitch roll for me
Thirty-two hundred on a jacket, it got cold for me

[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
Real stepper, I got corns on my top
After tryin' to be faithful, I got bored with these ho's
I ain't gotta break the deal with these ho's
I won't let her spend a night, how you live with that ho?
I ain't gotta shut the deal to these ho's
[?] she came in
Everybody love me, they love me like Ramond
Talked like a Shaman
Cartier, it's not a Ray-Ban's, bitch

[Verse 6: Jeeezy]
Claimin' that they real, but they whole body fake (It's Fake)
Walk up to the thickest bitches, let me be your pradabae (Your pradabae)
You can f*ck, you can suck, I can't take you on no date (Take you on no date)
All my bitches mad about my other ho's, I need a break (I need a break)
Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt, I went Bape (I went Bape)
Niggas clout chasin' pillow talk to ho's, that shit gay (That shit gay)
YSL, they gon' 'em walk through the back, better not play (Better not play)
I'm a product, they keep yellin', "Welcome back!" Like I'm mace (Like I'm mace)
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Haha
Us, bitch

Kalan.frfr – No Love Lyrics (feat. Mozzy)

[Intro]
You gotta lay off the Peyote

[Refrain]
Ain’t nobody give us the love, we had to earn it
I done fell in love with the drugs, it served a purpose
How you gon’ judge me when you not perfect?
All my L’s turned to W’s, all worth it

[Verse 1: Kalan.Fr.Fr.]
All my dubs turn into hunnids, I’m gettin’ cash now
Tell my homies walk in the store, they all pullin’ cash out
You ain’t a boss until your niggas eatin’
It get scary when I’m broke, I turn into a demon
It get scary in the field, I still hear mama screamin’
“God, don’t take my baby from me”
My nigga, my homie, my dog
Too many in the ground, I got too many in the wall
I got some niggas in the cage that can’t wait to see me ball
I hope he don’t feel a way ’cause I done missed my nigga call
I know he feel a way ’cause niggas switched up, damn
I know he know his main bitch gettin’ hit up, damn
I know it break a nigga heart when my wrist up
They say they gon’ take it from me
Bury me in all linen ’cause the only way I’ll give it up is if I’m not livin,’ yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only gon’ love me when I’m gone, woah-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh)
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only love me because I’m on (I’m on, woah-oh)

[Verse 2: Kalan.Fr.Fr.]
You ain’t a hunnid, I can feel it in the heart, nigga
That fake love feel real in your heart, yeah
Cuttin’ off my day one felt the hardest
I ain’t know that nigga was plottin’ on me, yeah
Always keep your name solid in these streets
‘Cause if they politic on you, then they gon’ politic on me
If they up a shot at you, then they gon’ catch a clip from me
Don’t ever get your dog caught up in no fraud shit
I had to catch up to these niggas, they was ballin’
Spaulding, now I’m rich, VVS on both wrists
Baguettes like ice chips
Million dollar brunches, investin’ in black business
They don’t wanna see a nigga win
They don’t wanna see me in a Benz

Blowin’ woods, playin’ Nip on Forgiato rims
Bury me in all linen, it’s gon’ make you wanna do me the same way y’all did him, woah-oh (Whoa-oh)

[Refrain]
Ain’t nobody give us the love, we had to earn it
I done fell in love with the drugs, it served a purpose
How you gon’ judge me when you not perfect?
All my L’s turned to W’s, all worth it (All worth it, all worth it, all worth it, all worth it)

[Chorus]
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only gon’ love me when I’m gone, woah-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh)
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only love me because I’m on (I’m on, woah-oh)

[Verse 3: Mozzy]
Niggas speakin’ down on the Mozzy like we ain’t like that (Like that)
He ain’t take a plea for that body, he finna fight that (Fight that)
Left in Maserati and told ’em that I’ll be right back (Right back)
Hoppin’ out this Lamb’, medallion on me, a ice pack (Ooh)
Talkin like you stood over niggas, you never tried that (You never tried that)
Not a credible witness, naw, we don’t buy that (On god)
Bitches on my lean, y’all promise to get behind that (And what?)
Double pump fake, cut a chicken, and have you sidetracked (Yeah)
Wackin’ out my gang will get you wacked
I’m the Northern Cali nig, it’s hella bitties on my back (Nigga)
Ham and cheese, keep squeeze, more than fifty in that pack (It’s more than fifty in that pack)
Surfin’ through your residential, somethin’ pretty on my lap, yeah (Somethin’ pretty on my lap)
You know I’m finna ball on ’em one time
This is for my killers locked down, ain’t seen the sunshine
We the ones applyin’ all the pressure on the gun line
And I can’t show no love ’cause they don’t love me, I’ma up mine (Ma, ma, ma)

[Chorus]
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only gon’ love me when I’m gone, woah-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh)
I can’t show no love, can’t show no love (No love, no love)
‘Cause they only love me because I’m on, woah-oh

Headie One – Level Up Lyrics

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[Chorus]
(One)
I was way too content with depression (Suh, suh)
All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
How was I sentimental with no sentiment? (Turn)
Loneliness became me in my element (Turn, turn)
How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? (Told me turn, ayy)
Way too hard to settle with the settlement (Told me turn)
Paranoid, sweetie and the fellowship (Told me turn)
Every day, runnin’ ‘round the streets, we was levellin’ (Told me turn)
We just levelled up (Turn)
These young niggas comin’ up (Turn)
Blood, sweet and tears to get this money up (Turn)
Yeah, we just run it up (Turn, turn, turn)
All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble (One)
She mustn’t open before, she can’t know the hustle (One)
Told brodie she in love with the flick, she don’t love you (One)
Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle (Turn, turn, turn, One)

[Verse 1]
Had to turn it up (One)
Playin’ double dutch (One)
Was comin’ up (One)
Tryna camouflage (One)
Bro tryna balance up
On the handlebars (Suh)
Now they done with us (Suh)
How we sum it up (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
King and queen on the duffle (Turn, turn)
I was tryna find the missin’ piece to the puzzle (Turn, turn)
Had to walk blind, no one teached me to hustle (Turn, turn, turn)
All the times I thought I pulled a face with a new-new (They told me turn)
So much calls, you’re forgettin’ who’s who (Turn, turn)
Me and bro had to sample a few cubes (Turn, turn)
We up now, they all think we do judu (Turn)
Guess that’s all want us to lose (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
This lifestyle chose me, no, I didn’t choose it (One)
The system just wanna see me in the news (One)
Racial profiling, they discriminate when they judge you
In the courthouse with this long hair like Rapunzel

[Chorus]
(One)
I was way too content with depression (Suh, suh)
All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
How was I sentimental with no sentiment? (Turn)
Loneliness became me in my element (Turn, turn)
How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? (Told me turn, ayy)
Way too hard to settle with the settlement (Told me turn)
Paranoid, sweetie and the fellowship (Told me turn)
Every day, runnin’ ‘round the streets, we was levellin’ (Told me turn)
We just levelled up (Turn)
These young niggas comin’ up (Turn)
Blood, sweet and tears to get this money up (Turn)
Yeah, we just run it up (Turn, turn, turn)
All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble (One)
She mustn’t open before, she can’t know the hustle (One)
Told brodie she in love with the flick, she don’t love you (One)
Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle (Turn, turn, turn, One)

[Verse 2]
In the spaceship, I’m feelin’ like an alien
Feds on my toes, they know every single alias
I always wanted money, but I didn’t want the fame with it, yeah
Funny how I understand, I’m feelin’ like I’m faded feels
You’re rockin’ with the mockers, homie, they ain’t real
Nobody ever told me how to make a mil
Hundred K in cash, jakes can have me just to take the wheel
All because my nigga told me take the deal
Negative, positive, I’m in the papers
Jail house, I had to forget that I’m famous
I’m talkin’ that street shit and still on the playlist
No gettin’ not guilty, I’ve overcome got cases

[Interlude]
For defendant, Mr. Irving Adjei
Under the charge of attempted murder
We hearby find you not guilty

[Chorus]
(One)
I was way too content with depression (Suh, suh)
All those negatives turn me into a perfectionist (Suh-suh-suh-suh)
How was I sentimental with no sentiment? (Turn)
Loneliness became me in my element (Turn, turn)
How much cold nights did I sleep up in HM? (Told me turn, ayy)
Way too hard to settle with the settlement (Told me turn)
Paranoid, sweetie and the fellowship (Told me turn)
Every day, runnin’ ‘round the streets, we was levellin’ (Told me turn)
We just levelled up (Turn)
These young niggas comin’ up (Turn)
Blood, sweet and tears to get this money up (Turn)
Yeah, we just run it up (Turn, turn, turn)
All these VVS are trapped in the ring, Royal Rumble (One)
She mustn’t open before, she can’t know the hustle (One)
Told brodie she in love with the flick, she don’t love you (One)
Plain Louis V, sometimes the drip can be subtle (Turn, turn, turn, One)

Steve Aoki – GIRL Lyrics

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[Intro: AGNEZ MO]
Yeah
Steve Aoki
Hey

[Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
Never been to Heaven, but she’ll take you there
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
On another level, goddamn, she bad
(Hey, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: AGNEZ MO]
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
She into breakin’ necks, and then she’ll walk in the door
[?] color ten with the feather tattoo
She don’t give a damn ’bout somebody like you
Headshot, headshot, double-tap that
Round of applause for a bitch who clap back
Bossed little butterfly, best you never had
Au natural, believe that

[Pre-Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong

[Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
Never been to Heaven, but she’ll take you there
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
On another level, goddamn, she bad
(Hey, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: AGNEZ MO]
Jackpot, jackpot, lucky number seven
On a scale of one to ten, you know that girl’s eleven
(Brr-brr) when you hit it on telly
She don’t pick it up while you peanut butter jelly

[Verse 3: Desiigner & AGNEZ MO]
I like crazy girls, throw money on them girls
Take you ’round the world, you could be that girl
You know that I get it, huh, money what I’m gettin’, huh
Diamonds what I’m gettin’, huh, VVS, they hittin’
I’m hittin’ it from the back, huh
I feel like the mac, huh
Tippin’ on that Act’, huh
Archin’ in her back, huh
I be gettin’ them racks, huh
Speakin’ only that facts
Killers with me, don’t ask
You can get that wax
I got girls that’s with me, huh
Crazy girls that’s with me, huh
Hoes that come with me, huh
You be up in my Bentley, huh
Drivin’ in my city
I be wearin’ my white suit
Feelin’ like I’m Diddy (Like I’m Diddy)
I-I, I can get her naked
She know that I made it
Playhouse in Vegas (Yeah)
I take her all the way up
Feel all on her butt
Barely in that cup
Had the girl like “What?” (Girl like “What?”)

[Pre-Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong
That bitch filet mignon
Don’t treat that pussy wrong
When you wake up, she gone (She gone)
LAX to Hong Kong

[Chorus: AGNEZ MO]
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
Never been to Heaven, but she’ll take you there
(Hey, yeah, yeah)
Everybody loves a crazy girl
Loves a crazy girl
On another level, goddamn, she bad
(Hey, yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Desiigner & AGNEZ MO]
Love crazy girls, uh
From all ’round the world, uh
And I love them all
On all magazines, right
I never should have loved a ho (Yeah)
But I will take her on the road (Give you a better love)
Tell me where she wanna go (Hey)
Oh, I love the crazy girls

Superbee – Heu ! Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m on the legend level
살아숨쉬는 전설이 돼 버렸네 스물넷에
혓바닥에 감춘 AK, 적 가족사진에 Aim해
귀머거리가 5000만인 곳에 내 음악을 내면 안돼 이젠
예쁘게 웃어야 돼 이젠, 앨범보다는 그게 돈이 되지
가사는 왜 써, 누가 읽어? heu
실은 처음부터 진거야 난, heu, heu
숨이 찬다고 난, heu, heu, heu, heu
너무 벌어 너네 미움도 샀지만 굳이 환불은 안하지
니 질투는 달콤한 맛이지, 난 우월과 사랑에 빠지니, yeah

[Hook]
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계셔 위에, yeah
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계시지 저기 위에, yeah

[Verse 2]
나는 전설로 남아, If i motherf**kin’ die
넌 힙합 커뮤니티 유저, 내가 하는 건 힙합
그게 니 역할, 이게 내 역할
You clout a keyboard, I am an clout, heu, heu
난 니네 머리위에서 돈 세지, 닌 절대 못봐, heu
On god level, I’m truly, I’ve been bottom
거긴 춥지, 그게 Moncler 겹쳐 입는 이유
나 뒨 안봐서 no 후진, huh
VVS on me my neck, Yng & Rich 새로운 내 gang
내 옷 가격들이 사악해, 천사가 입으면 악마가 돼
Audemars 내 새 수갑, heu
실은 요부터 진거야 난, heu, heu
숨이 찬다고 난, heu, heu, heu, heu, heu
날 제외한 모두가 가짜 보석을 걸치고 자랑대회를 하지
나도 짜가 찼음 아빠 Benz는 진짜였겠지, 뭐가 더 real? ay

[Hook]
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계셔 위에, yeah
이 동네 좆도 답이 없어, yeah, yeah
But 억을 차고 거릴 나가, yeah, yeah
태어났다고 rap을 위해, yeah, yeah
세종대왕 춤추고 계시지 저기 위에, yeah

[Outro]
Yng & Rich
Rap Legend

Juice WRLD – Impatient Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
G Money, we finna get a lot of fucking money, bro
Man, I remember ramen
I just went to Japan to get some ramen
The fuck?

[Chorus]
Uh, I remember trap houses, bandos with the lean cars
Now I’m in a mansion, she do coke off my key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, I’m getting impatient
I remember trap houses, bandos with the key cards
Now I’m in the mansion, they do coke off my key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, I’m getting impatient

[Bridge]
I’m a young Ozzy Osbourne listening
VVS wrist glistening ass nigga (Uh)
Rich ass nigga
I’m a young Ozzy Osbourne listening
VVS wrist glistening ass nigga
Old rich ass nigga, yeah
Hm, yeah
I’m Billy Idol with that rebel yell
Oh-oh, uh-uh
Uh

[Verse]
Check the time, different time zones
Money on my mind, call the carrier to my phone
It’s traveling time, I’m going to Japan
I need to make sure my receptions fine, yeah
But besides that, I’m alright
I’m kinda getting sick and tired of these long flights
But it’s all for a good cause, uh-huh
I guess it cost to be the boss, uh-huh, uh
My pocket looks a lot like a morgue
Shit, I know what I signed up for
Uh, my pocket looks a lot like a morgue
So do my drawers, uh
I know what I signed up for
I ain’t talk to my mom in a week, I been busy
I feel bad, ’cause it feels like we barely speak
I ain’t talk to my aunt in a month, I feel bad
I was too busy recording music, smoking fat blunts
Let it all, let it all sink in at once
‘Cause it’s always fun and games, until you become the pun
Until you become the one, on the news with the OD
On the news with a nosebleed, from the cocaine you bought last week
Heroin stains in the sheets
When you try to put the pain all to peace
But instead you fell into pieces over a Hollywood dream
Heroin stains in the sheets
Try to turn pain into peace
But you fell into pieces
But at least you can say you used to be in

[Chorus]
Trap houses, bandos with the lean cars
Now you in a mansion doing coke off a key card
Bitches be like “He hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Tell ’em stick to they day job, before you get impatient
Trap house and the bandos, you was using the lean cars
Now you got a mansion, doing coke off yo’ key card
Bitches be like “You hard”, niggas they be hatin’
Better stick to they day job, you gon’ get impatient
Just watch

YNW Melly – YNS Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh, I gotta keep fuckin’ goin’
Yeah
Young Nigga World
And that’s for life
All my niggas dons, ya dig
Goats, them some dons
Know what I’m sayin’
Woo

[Verse]
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, (Yeah) Young Nigga World, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah, Young Nigga World, bitch
Young Nigga World, G (Okay, bitch)
Young Nigga World, jit (Okay, bitch)
Bitch, bitch, okay, haha
Young Nigga World shit
Young Nigga World shit
Young Nigga World shit
Hol’ up, young nigga shit
This that young nigga shit (Shit)
Been thuggin’ since a jit
Every Glock got a dick (A dick)
A laser on my chopper, tell me how could I miss
Bag a Smith & Wesson, we got Glock 26 (Okay)
Young nigga shit, this that young nigga shit (That shit)
They’ll tape his momma up and throw his ass in a ditch (Lil bitch)
I heard you bout that action but lowkey you a bitch
I seen the paperwork, lil boy, I know you a snitch
Oh, god damn, uh [?], you say you broke as fuck and that you down on your dick (Get off your ass)
Well, get off off your ass and go and hit you a lick
Go and get them credit cards and [?]
Wait, go and get them credit cards and bring ’em to me
You wanna make 1200 dollars, come and fuck with me
I got a whole lotta real niggas who love me
I got a whole lotta killers who fuck with me
And they still fuck with me even though we
From two different fuckin’ parts of the atmosphere
I got diamonds and they shinin’ like [?] (Like [?])
Catch you nigga haters, how we do your [?] (Do your [?])
And you know a nigga got a couple bands in here (Got ’em bands)
I’m in the booth right now, I got a couple bands in here
She wanna fuck, she wanna sell, but I ain’t no baby
Hell nah, don’t you see me with my old lady
Hell nah, we got [?] like Old Navy
Boy, that ain’t not damn Versace, that’s Old Navy
I don’t care, if it’s fire, I wear it, fuck who made it (Fuck you x2)
Why the fuck, ooh ohh, Capri Sun (Capri Sun)
Ridin’ with that Glock, he [?]
Ooh, god damn, oh, they trapped us
The feds on the phone, I think they trapped us (The trapped us)
Free John [?], I think they trapped him
If he got a problem, don’t you ask him (Don’t you ask)
Shawty on my dick, she gettin’ nasty (She nasty)
Baby, send that address, oh [?]
Boy gon’ send that address on weekend
W, I swear we don’t take no losses (No losses)
I got VVS on me and they so frosty (So frosty)
And your bitch suck the dick with the lip gloss (Lip gloss)
And it’s poppin’ like lil mama, take that bitch to the Bahamas
Okay, bitch, you bout that drama
We got pistols for days
He say pressure, okay
Hol’ up, ooh, chips lays
Ooh, chips lays
When he die I smile
When he died I smiled (Happy)
When he died I smiled (Okay)
When he died I smiled (Smiled)
Hope that boy beat trial (Smile)
He gon’ [?] the [?]
They tryna take his child (His child)
Tryna take your child, ayy
Take that shit to trial, ayy
Put that child support, uh, on that bitch
Cause if you don’t she gon’ do it to you (Do it to you)
She gon’ do it to you (You)
I’m blood gangster, woop (Suwoop)
Man keep it going, do it
[?] fuck you do

[Outro]
1090 shit, oo oo
Young Nigga World

Headie One – This Week Lyrics (feat. Yxng Bane)

[Intro: Headie one]
Run through five
One
Country lines
Counting this money, it’s the end of the week
I’m on a generous streak
Run through five
They told me turn
I’m a-live
That’s what I expected this week
Counting this money, it’s the end of the week

[Chorus: Headie One]
Ran through five (One)
Not what I expected this week
I’m a-live (One)
That’s what I expected this week
Country lines (One)
Counting this money, it’s the end of the week
Most the time
I’m on a generous streak
Could’ve bought a sawn off one
The amount that I spend on a tee (They told me turn)
Feds still ask questions, it’s peak
And it ain’t my intention to speak
All of these bad B’s come to the niz
They all want attention from me
All of these plugs
They all want the connections to me

[Verse 1: Headie One]
I put in work for the things I got
I didn’t get it for free (One)
Shoppin’ uptown
Bro spent a change on congestion this week
18K and VVS on my teeth (Bling)
Summer time
Make sure you don’t go blind when you look at the end of my sleeve (One)
Still do this live in the T
Play fiends mad rud’ every week
Still live in the beef
They try do it online like Drake and like Meek
I guess niggas ain’t learn the code yet
Gang done all these jobs that ain’t solved yet
Only God knows who’s the culprit

[Chorus: Headie One]
Ran through five (One)
Not what I expected this week
I’m a-live (One)
That’s what I expected this week
Country lines (One)
Counting this money, it’s the end of the week
Most the time
I’m on a generous streak
Could’ve bought a sawn off one
The amount that I spend on a tee (They told me turn)
Feds still ask questions, it’s peak
And it ain’t my intention to speak
All of these bad B’s come to the niz
They all want attention from me
All of these plugs
They all want the connections to me

[Verse 2: Yxng Bane]
Cut my phone
Coulda’ done selfridges but my niggas in jail needed canteen
Needed a new duffle
But I gotta spend bags on a new machine
And that’s lil bro
With a wap same size as him
On the high street put that pussy in my backseat
Skeet, girl I’m tryna make that pussy look like me
All brown and watered down
Girl could you not do drip like this?
Tricks up this sleeve
Both of my wrists got golden trees
It’s WG, big clout
Headie one, OFB

[Chorus: Headie One]
Ran through five (One)
Not what I expected this week
I’m a-live (One)
That’s what I expected this week
Country lines (One)
Counting this money, it’s the end of the week
Most the time
I’m on a generous streak
Could’ve bought a sawn off one
The amount that I spend on a tee (They told me turn)
Feds still ask questions, it’s peak
And it ain’t my intention to speak
All of these bad B’s come to the niz
They all want attention from me
All of these plugs
They all want the connections to me

K. Forest – Hot Minute Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
I’m at the Brinks, grippin’ bags (grip, grip)
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
My timin’ perfect even when I jet lag
Next time you see me I’ma glean, I’ma glean, I’ma glean, I’ma glean
Next time you see me I’m clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean

[Verse 1]
You ‘ready know
You ain’t seen me in a minute I been low
Still above the bar but I limbo
Pop up when I’m runnin’ you won’t know
VVS go “bang-bang” when it glow
Pressure big but you will never see me leak
Mini eclipse and I ain’t talkin’ no sneak peak
You wasn’t there when I was down, you was sleep
I looked above your head, I seen z-z’s
Yes I’m doin’ fine I have no side kicks
Just me and my shorty got the whole spot lick
Runnin’ at my own speed, pacin’
Yeah it’s been a minute ’cause I love the isolation
Takin’ risk for that bag, yeah I’m on a tight roll
Gotta get right to the Brinks ’cause the bank got close
And it’s like [?] for the bag, I’m like Rob De Niro
‘Til I see green in that Goyard I’ma stay low

[Chorus]
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
I’m at the Brinks, grippin’ bags (grip, grip)
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
My timin’ perfect even when I jet lag
Next time you see me I’ma glean, I’ma glean, I’ma glean, I’ma glean
Next time you see me I’m clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean

[Verse 2]
I’m with the lie
I’m never poppin’ out if I don’t see no guap
Can’t be ’round you boys that like to flock
‘Cause I got pookies on my wrist, they seen the blocks
On my ends I’m makin’ love, I make it hot
They say “KK tell me why you never close?”
“You got the power but you still movin’ ghost”
Ask that bread and I’m gettin’ DeJ Loafs
‘Cause I’m learnin’ from the [?] turn close
See I’m offline, no tweets (yeah)
Until my bag is still complete (yeah)
See you won’t know gavi (nah)
Until I’m way long gone, capishe (huh)
I’m at the Brinks I’m grippin’ bags, I withdraw
Stuffin’ on some tryna zip up the Goyard
Every dollar counts for something, yeah voila
Next time you see me best believe I’m droppin’ jaws

[Chorus]
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
I’m at the Brinks, grippin’ bags (grip, grip)
Yeah I know it’s been a hot minute (hot)
My timin’ perfect even when I jet lag
Next time you see me I’ma glean, I’ma glean, I’ma glean
Next time you see me I’m clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean, fresh and clean

Suigeneris – Lucifer Lyrics

[Intro]
Synchro

[Chorus]
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one

[Verse]
Flooded up, flooded up my neck with VVS
When you see me walking, you can tell I’m never stressed
Balling every day, major league is where I’m at
Gave my dawg ten bands and he brought me hundred back
Bitches watching, double R so they know that we riding
I can’t trust you, said that you love me, I know you despise me
No, we ain’t clutching, yeah, I can see that shit right in is eyes
Broke boy bluffing, all of his credit cards getting denied
Feel like a demon, feeling too deep in, remember the meaning
Walkin’ in Neiman, big stacks on me, I walk it and lean it

[Chorus]
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one
Feel like I’m Lucifer, walking in Gucci fur
I do not do returns, bought it all cash for sure
I just be dropping these racks on some f**k shit and know that it’s all good
Feel like a demon, I whip in the Demon, I know that you want one

Duwap Kaine – Do Lyrics

[Chorus]
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
Send my shooters on you
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
Nigga, I’m chillin wit’ yo boo
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
I’m ‘finna slime yo whole crew (Slime)
Runnin’ from 12, fell on my shoe
Y’all niggas all bitch, I wouldn’t snitch on you
I got me a bad bitch
Me, she wanna do

[Verse]
Glock 17 right on you
Nigga, who you gon’ shoot?
That 40 gon’ do you like yo bitch do
VVS my neck, not no crystals
I’m eatin’ on seafood, not Krystal’s
Got me a bad bitch, I said I miss you
I got me a ratchet, I won’t diss you
My bitch she ratchet, cause issues
Big ass gun, nigga shoot missiles
Got a model bitch rubbin’ on my dimples
Got a hollow tip meet his damn temples
He rollin’ a skimp blunt, we don’t hit those
Lame ass niggas, yeah, we bitch those
I’m the hood, nigga, with Cup Noodles
Big dog nigga, no I’m not no Poodle
Supreme top like I’m ‘finna hit the pool though
I’m smokin’ exotic, nigga, I’m on Pluto
f**k nigga hatin’, but it’s all cool though
I drop a song, fans like the food though
Bitch in my way, told that bitch to move though
What’s on my head?
Nigga, that’s Moschino
Shooters on yo head nigga, free Chino
Try a nigga shit when I was a chino
Y’all eat up the drip ,nigga, Baldinos

[Chorus]
Send my shooters on you
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
Nigga, I’m chillin wit’ yo boo
Nigga, what you gon’ do?
I’m ‘finna slime yo whole crew (Slime)
Runnin’ from 12, fell on my shoe
Y’all niggas all bitch, I wouldn’t snitch on you
I got me a bad bitch
Me, she wanna do

Abg Neal – Cuban Link Lyrics

[Intro]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bigger the gets
Bust down the chain, it’s couple baguettes
Hopped in my bag, hoppin’ in jets
Niggas be hoppin’ in too many sets
VVS feel like it’s covered in sweat
My dogs crazy, they need a vet
Knew she was sneaky as soon as we met
Niggas be goalies, they all on the net
All of this drip, look like I’m wet
Ain’t see a opp at the bank, yet

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone

[Verse 2]
Mike Amiri, denim on me, they fit it
Look at the guys, we finally did it
New bitch, no one sayin’ they hit it
Post on the Gram like, “Damn, we shitted”
Balmains just dropped, you know I’m in it
I said I love her, just know I was kiddin’
ABG ain’t been broke in a minute
Whip out the lot, it gotta be tinted

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain’t long
I know damn well I’m doin’ her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She’ll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I’m finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain’t holdin’ it, that mean she gone (She gone)

Blacc Zacc – Bag After Bag Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Blacc Zacc & Lil Baby]
It’s that bag talk, it’s that bag talk
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
B-A-G me, this that bag talk
She like why you walk like this ’cause this that bag walk
All my diamonds hittin’ like a glass ball
And I hear you niggas poppin’ but it’s all talk
Fifty-five hundred on a CC bag
Get the money, put it up, they’ll never see this cash
Got some dogs in Carolina, said they get ’em by the hundred
Told ’em meet me at the spot, just send a driver with the money
Niggas hatin’ on me dog
But I’m blessed, I’m thanking god, I hit my knees dog
Call me Jordan, I got bags for twenty-three dog
Bougee glasses, I ain’t never gon’ see y’all
I just get that bag dog

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
I just got some drip from YSL
I just left LA, I scored a bale
Swimming in that water, Michael Phelps
Got four pockets full like I just signed to 4PF, ayy
All my niggas bosses, not no runners
I be in the trenches with some gunners
200K in jewelry, I’m being humble
Put a bag up on her, he mad I f**ked his baby mama, ayy
Got his feelings hurt and brought that lil bitch Birkin
I been sippin’ syrup and I’m poppin’ perkies
I be wrappin’ bales, I just started rappin’ verses
VVS’s on me, I got this shit from servin’

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

Blacc Zacc – Save Dat Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?”
Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf**kin’ beat?
I’m a million dollar nigga gettin’ paid that
IMixNation for real

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at (Where it’s safe at)
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?” (Ayy, where that safe at?)
All that poppin’ on the ‘Gram, you can save that (You can save that)
If you lookin’ for me, bitch, I’m where your bae at (I’m where your bae, yeah)
VVS’s on me, I know they hate that (I know they hate that)
I don’t want the pussy, where the face at? (Bitch, where that face at?)
I’m a million dollar nigga, can you make that? (Ayy, can you make that?)
My bitch ass so fat, I asked her where her waist at (Where your waist? Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Codeine in my cup, you can taste that (You can taste that)
I got two M’s like a Maybach (Like a Maybach)
Your bitch a freak, she gave me head up in my Maybach (Inside my Maybach)
She eat that dick and clean it up just like a maid check (Woah)
Talkin’ all that shit done got your mans whacked (Got your mans whacked)
Nigga, I don’t wanna talk, bitch, where them bands at? (Bitch, where them bands at?)
Ayy, you say that you the hottest, where your fans at (Where your fans at?)
I ain’t no rapper, bitch, my plug just sent a care pack (Just sent a care, ooh), yeah
I can move them pounds like a dumbbell (Like a dumbbell)
‘Member when I got caught up f**kin’ with that mail (f**kin’ with that mail)
It been ten years the last time I had to use a scale (Use a scale)
He got them bales, I’m at his door just like a doorbell (Brrt, brrt)

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at (Where it’s safe at)
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?” (Ayy, where that safe at?)
All that poppin’ on the ‘Gram, you can save that (You can save that)
If you lookin’ for me, bitch, I’m where your bae at (I’m where your bae, yeah)
VVS’s on me, I know they hate that (I know they hate that)
I don’t want the pussy, where the face at? (Bitch, where that face at?)
I’m a million dollar nigga, can you make that? (Ayy, can you make that?)
My bitch ass so fat, I asked her where her waist at (Where your waist? Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Hit it from the back, where your waist at? (Where your waist at?)
Damn, that ass so fat, I can’t take that (I can’t take that)
I heard you got that gas, where them bags at (Ayy, where them bags at?)
I feel just like Diddy, I might take that (Take that, take that), yeah
You just got finessed, nigga, give me that (Nigga, give me that), yeah
Pistol to your head like a fitted cap (Like a fitted cap)
You better stay up in the booth ’cause I run the trap (Bitch, I run the trap)
They know Big Blacc, he the truth, I don’t need no vouch for that (I don’t need no vouch for, yeah)
Got a Chinese bitch, look like Sue, yeah (Look like Sue, yeah)
She eat that chopstick ’til that dick cum (‘Til that dick cum)
Got a Japanese bitch, she taste like wonton (She taste like wonton soup)
I’ma chop her like hibachi, bitch, you better not run (Bitch, you better not move)

[Chorus]
Yeah, you better stay somewhere where it’s safe at (Where it’s safe at)
Walk inside the spot like, “Where the safe at?” (Ayy, where that safe at?)
All that poppin’ on the ‘Gram, you can save that (You can save that)
If you lookin’ for me, bitch, I’m where your bae at (I’m where your bae, yeah)
VVS’s on me, I know they hate that (I know they hate that)
I don’t want the pussy, where the face at? (Bitch, where that face at?)
I’m a million dollar nigga, can you make that? (Ayy, can you make that?)
My bitch ass so fat, I asked her where her waist at (Where your waist? Yeah)

Marlo – Soakin Wet Lyrics (feat. City Girls & Offset)

[Intro]
Hitmaka
OG Parker

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 1: Marlo & Offset]
On the jet, yeah
Bad bitches f**kin’ on the set, yeah (Smash)
When I flex, yeah (Flex)
VVS baguettes all on my neck, yeah
(Soakin’ wet, yeah)
I’m the shit, get a plumber
Runnin’ through these hundreds, I might blow a couple commas (Racks, racks)
Yeah, flexin’ in the city (Flex)
Twenty strippers with me and they with it, yeah (Hey)

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Miami & Marlo]
Flew me out to Vegas, ate my pussy on the jet
Pussy wet, drippin’, super soaker, treat it like a pet
I got niggas in the pen callin’ collect
That locked down, fresh out dick be the best (Soakin’ wet, yeah)
Hit ’em with that wet wet (Wet wet)
I’ll put a ring on it for a check check
He want me meet him at the bank but he ain’t there yet
And you short a couple hundreds, you ain’t there yet (Nah)
But I ain’t trippin’
I’m in love as long as you spend it (Period)
Super wet, yeah

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different

[Verse 3: Offset]
Soakin’ wet (Yeah, splash)
Spend the check (Spend the check)
I am a vet (I am a vet)
I got VV stones wrapped around her neck (VV)
I put my hand on the top of her head and make her my pet
(Ugh, ugh)
I get the bag, I’m spendin’ the bag, I might be in debt (Bag)
Yeah, she soakin’ (Splash)
Pussy fat, it’s poking (Poking)
Let me bust it open (Open)
Diamond rocks, they frozen (Frozen)
Put her in the Lotus (Lotus)
She clappin’ and I cannot focus (Clappin’)
I’m havin’ that shit, I be loaded (Havin’)
Count that shit up and I throw it (Hey)

[Chorus: Marlo]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’?
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah
Hope you hoes pay attention
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

Kamaiyah – Set It Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Kamaiyah]
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’ (DJ Banks), bitch
(Oh my God, Kenny)
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’

[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’
Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

[Verse 1: Kamaiyah]
Ayy, that lil bitch that you been with
Is the one that’s settin’ you up and let me know just what your PIN is
And since it’s your card that I’m spending
I’ma run it up, nigga, these cards ain’t got no limit
Bought a bracelet, tennis, VVS’s in it
Since I got your shit, I’ma keep running up those digits
You think it’s a game and you can fuck with other bitches
Yeah, aight, nigga, your windows, get to fixing
My mama told me, “Never let a nigga make you fold”
Not a lie was told, all your game exposed
Boy, you think you can play me like I’m one of these lil’ hoes?
I’m a big ass boss, standin’ tall up on ten toes

[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’
Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

[Verse 2: Trina]
He got four or five hoes
Takin’ bitches out, gotta buy ’em new clothes (Yeah)
Valet parking, open up suicide doors
Private mansions tucked off in the Poconos
Shit, I’m blowing up the Rolls
I’m mad
‘Cause I ain’t the bitch to share no bag
And I ain’t the kind of bitch you could drag
And I put that on my flag, you fuck ass nigga
I’ll piss in your mouth, you lil’ fuckboy
Disrespect a bad bitch, you get checked, boy
And don’t you ever play games with my check, boy
‘Cause I’m the queen of the board, I checkmate, boy (Trina)

[Chorus: Kamaiyah]
Run up all his cards, run up all his credit
I’ma spend a rack for every bitch that he been textin’
You ain’t finna have me sittin’ around stressin’
Bitch, who the fuck you disrespecting?
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows
Niggas ain’t shit, his cards, I’ma spend those
I’ma slash his tires and I’ma bust out all his windows

Go Yayo – Can’t Quit Lyrics

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

[Verse 1]
Niggas wanna kill me in my city, I can’t move wrong
Goofy ass with me, I can’t let no nigga get me
I can’t let no nigga hit me, I shoot first
Got no time to watch my back, that’s that shit that gets you whacked
Ayy my life in the spotlight, you see it gleaming on me
But when I sleep I swear it feel like I got demons on me
Pray every day but that don’t help
Sippin’ lean like f**k my health
I know I’m on my way to hell
All I wanted was the wealth
I pray the lord that he save me
But if he don’t I ain’t hating
Bury me with my Glock so I have it too cool for satan
My life already hell, I’m just tryna get out
Rich before 21, bitch I need it now, gang

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

[Verse 2]
Rapper hit my city then we robbin’
Run off with your chain and sell it back to Avianne
Elliante diamonds, ooh I see you shining
Take what’s on your neck and everything that’s in your pockets
Nigga don’t deserve that shit, he ain’t earned that shit
You wasn’t sitting off in no spots, serving with that stick
You ain’t ride on them niggas ran off with your shit
I’m a real trap nigga, came from busting bricks
Look me in my face and tell me what you see
Say why they hate, why why they hate on me
I told my mama way back then I was gon’ be on MTV
And I swear I ain’t lyin’, bitch it’s get rich or die tryin’, gang

[Chorus]
Got to get the money, young nigga can’t quit
Masked up shawty, young nigga let it hit
I can’t trust lil shawty even though she on my dick
I can’t show no bitch no love ’cause I’m tryna be rich
I just told my jeweler flood me, VVS my wrist
Made so much money, f**k it VVS my bitch
We got racks for days, we got masks for days
We don’t f**k with rappers, hit my city, bitch we snatchin’ chains

Go Yayo – No Visa Lyrics

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

I’m a real trapper bitch I’m not a star
I’m on that perc and my bitch on a bar
I’m on that lean lean lean hi tech no par
Chopper hit you, you get more than a scar
You looking for me bitch you know where we are
Get clout on my block we gon wet up your car
100 round drum on a AR
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a far
Chopper with the scope he shoot from a distance
Bullets keep coming them bitches persistent
Get you myself I don’t need no assistance
Heat seeker ain’t no way that I’m missing
VVS on me they dripping
I got them benjis on me and you know that they cripping
Ball like the goat bitch I’m Jordan you pippen
Thooka hit em wet em up and we dipping
Draco on me bitch you know what I tote
Ice on my neck If you reach you get smoked
Speak on my name you get turned into a ghost
Murder party and lil bitch I’m the host
You beefing on twitter we pop with pole
Let off 6 shots and I hit em with 4
Hop out the car just to hit him up close
Old goof ass nigga got killed for a post

GO!
Pop up in lil vegas got eater
Young nigga trap with a heater
Glock on my hip ain’t no beeper
We got good dope and it’s cheaper
And we deliver like pizza
Hop out with racks ain’t no visa
Bitch we got racks ain’t no visa

Bitch I’m a trapper put dope after rapping
Dirty money throw them racks in a shoebox
Tats on my stomach like 2Pac
f**k a guitar we gon rock out with thuwap
I’m on that lean bitch I’m sipping on wockhardt
My bitch on the coke now she feel like a rockstar
Racks in my pocket ain’t rocking no goyard
f**k nigga play he get smoked like cigar

Moneybagg Yo – Fadeaway Lyrics

[Intro]
How you know where you comin’ up and shit right?
It’s like you niggas get [?] and shit
Young Swerve, Young Swerve, Young Swerve
Bitches don’t be the same no more
It’s like everything just get faded away and shit
Shit crazy
Yeah

[Verse 1]
They don’t like it, they don’t hear the state ([?]), probably wanna see me dead or with a case (huh)
Going extra hard, tryna pave the way (mine) for my kids and niggas from the day one day (my day one people)
Damn, I wish Sleepy could see this shit (damn), told my last hoe I don’t need a bitch (I don’t need you, ho)
Told my niggas I came up and grew up with (you can have it), you can hand me your watches, get filthy rich (for real)
But some of them niggas did fade away (damn), like a MJ shot, I hate to shake ‘n bake ’em (I had to get ’em)
I saw you on the interstate (swerve), then fade off like the barber did my table (I’m gone)
Never f**ked a batty ho, nigga (no), ho comin’ then they go, nigga (they do)
That’s why I f**k ’em, then they fade away (haha), but they really here to pay and not to stay (hahaha)
Like Boosie, we Goin’ Thru Some Thangs, don’t nobody understand it, mane (nobody understand it)
Spent a couple thou’ on a pinkie ring, give that bitch the speaker to say “bling blang” (bling blaow)
Or a [?], and watch me fade away (woo), free all my niggas that’s caged away (woo)
R.I.P. for those that ain’t here today (bitch), my goal is only just days away (for real)
Hey

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)

[Verse 2]
I just blew some money at the gallery (I swear), my bitch like “you so materialistic (f**k this shit)
But bitch, we came down with this money, ho (huh), it gon’ fade away anyway, be realistic (you know what)
I’m so determined while I’m on this mission (I swear, nigga), I was so sick of roses and the dishes (I’ve had it in)
Selling bowls and midges, then I whip it, whip it (whip, whip, whip), becomin’ like a chef, make money out the kitchen (hey, hey, hey)
I f**k with my Jordan’s the long way (long way), keepin’ VVS’s in my braces (I said it, nigga), and my niggas
Since we talkin’ ’bout them alphabets (what), the AK fade you away for talkin’ reckless (rrraaar)
Spent some money on a petty bitch (petty ho), she faded off out the bottle some, that was so petty, girl (petty ho)
Got the toes on that real bitch (what you call it?) That’s what us street niggas call a pedicure (hey)
Keep my head up at all times (all times), stack, stack some bread up from all the grind (all the grind)
A bitch look like Megan, and she all mine (all mine), sippin’ different colors, drinkin’ all kinds (all kinds)
Throwin’ money in the bed like a jumpshark, fade away, fade away, fade away (swish)
He ain’t shit, that’s somethin’ that a hater would say (haha), and f**k, they gon’ hate anyway (anyway)

[Chorus]
I got that no fadeaway (that fadeaway)
These bitches might fade away (these bitches might fade off)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
My jewellery don’t fade away (never)
Th-th-these bitches might fade away (no, oh)
My jewellery don’t fade away (no, oh)
Real niggas don’t fade away (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (no, oh)
I got that no fadeaway (hey)
Real niggas don’t fade away, no (never)
These bitches might fade away, yeah (hey)
My jewellery don’t fade away, no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh), no (oh)
No (oh)

Trippie Redd – Bird S**t Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Freshpaper 8 hunnid
Owee, ha, yeah
1400 (You know, 1400 shit)
Leave that bullshit to the birds (Big drip, big chains on)
Drippin’, drippin’, ha! (Splash)

[Refrain]
All that bullshit for the birds, ayy
You ain’t sayin’ nothing but a word, ayy
Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy
Hating on the boy ’cause I’m in first place
Running, I’m in first place
Yeah, I’m in first place
Yeah, I’m in first place, said I’m in first place
Uh, all that bullshit for the birds, yeah
You ain’t sayin’ nothing but a word, yeah
Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy
All you niggas hatin’, I’m in first place, place
I’m in first place, you ain’t nothin’ but a bird (Ha!)

[Verse 1]
Dare a nigga test me
On a island right now on a jetski
Babygirl, bless me
Just like God, baby bless me
Nigga cannot stress me
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money with the f**king gang
Diamonds all up on me, VVS the gang

[Chorus]
Yeah, VVS the chain
When it rains, I’m still happy
Bad foreign little bitch, she call me Papi
Got some American hoes, they call me daddy-y
And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as f**k
Bad lil’ bitch, big butt, we rich as f**k
And if you gettin’ buck, them clips is up
And we get to airing it out, and we get to airing it out
All that bullshit is for the birds, let the birds talk
Let the birds talk, pussy nigga, let the birds walk (Haha, ha!)

[Verse 2]
You just mad I got the bands over you (Ayy)
Made a million dollars f**k the fans over you
In the back of the cut, sipping cranberry juice (Uh)
Yeah, I’m so sauced up, yeah
They was wishing that they caught up (Huh)
For the reason I was brought up
Because I said I ball, nigga, like Vince Carter
Slaughter your daughter, bitch I go harder, like Mr. Carter (Ahaha)
On the gang, bitch
Nigga f**k you and who the f**k you came with
‘Cause all that bullshit you talking for the birds (Ha!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, VVS the chain
When it rains, I’m still happy
Bad foreign little bitch, she call me Papi
Got some American hoes, they call me daddy-y
And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as f**k
Bad lil’ bitch, big butt, we rich as f**k
And if you gettin’ buck, them clips is up
And we get to airing it out, and we get to airing it out
All that bullshit is for the birds, let the birds talk
Let the birds talk, pussy nigga, let the birds walk (Haha, ha!)

Mir Fontane – New Friends Lyrics (feat. Kodie Shane)

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
f**k these hoes, just get your bands
They don’t wanna see you win
It get rough around my ends
They want you dead or in the Pen
I hold the tooly for my mans
Can’t get caught with it again
I know he want his revenge
But I don’t wanna lose more friends
It get cold up in the streets
I won’t tell yo ass again
You won’t take one on the chin
They throwing shots right at ya brim
Dolla sign, Dolla sign
You won’t make it on this side
Pray you make it out alive
I know so many niggas tried
See the city tryna charge us
Gotta keep ya guards up
Can’t afford no haircuts
Granny smokin’ hard stuff
Lately I been stressed out
Labels ain’t no damn help
Had to give the tooly back cuz I can’t trust my damn self
And I don’t got no beef, except the ones that hit my mans up
But they play wit police
They’d prolly kill wit my hands up
Pockets on Monique
Had no choice but get my bands up
You still worried ’bout followers and tryna get ya friends up

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 2: Kodie Shane]
Every time I cop some ice
My old hoes seem to pop up
She say she don’t do drugs
Cause her jaw, it just be locked up
Shocker
I just think she like that I’m a pop star
I just think she like that I’m a rock star
Rock her
Out like my guitar
Wow
She 18 but her dad took her car
Wow
I’m leaving New York, I’m on a flight
Right now
When I see that hoe
I say she better wipe me down
These niggas ain’t my friends
I’m up here on a cloud
YSL they kisses, VVS the smile
Okay, and I don’t want that bitch
Somebody get they child
I took my bitch to Chow’s
Put my wrist on WOW
Hey!

Key Glock – How I Live Lyrics

[Intro]
VVS my ear, god, VVS my charm
VVS my arm, I just dropped a couple hundred (Glock)
Dropped a couple hundred

[Chorus]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
Hold on, money callin’ (racks)
Racks up to my ear, racks up over here, yeah yeah
That’s just how it is, stack them Ben Franklins, yeah yeah
Get Ma Dukes a crib, no more payin’ bills, yeah yeah
Bitch I get it in, backends and dividends, yeah yeah
Smoking like I’m Snoop, I sip lean not no gin, yeah yeah
Pull up brand coupe, hop out with them big bands, yeah yeah
Pull up on your crew and then you know we blast, yeah yeah
Young niggas hittin’ up all that (all that)
Chop on me, hit him in his ball cap (ball cap)
Forty on me, nigga better fall back (fall back)
Got dirty sticks, no Xanax
And I’m too fly for a jet lag (fly)
Hatin’ ass nigga better get back (get back)
Just a lil nigga with a big bag (bag)

[Chorus]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah

[Interlude]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah

[Verse 2]
With the shit for real, it’s kill or be killed, yeah yeah
Bitch I’m chasing mils, I eat five star meals, yeah yeah
Boy my jewelry real, your shit is so thin, yeah yeah
Boy them pints ain’t real, who you tryna kill? yeah yeah
Damn that’s some f**ked up shit (f**ked up)
Niggas get f**ked up quick (get f**ked up)
Yeah I just bust my wrist (uh)
And I just bust this bitch (uh)
I f**k young hoes and MILFs (I do)
I hop in my spaceship and lift, off (skrrt)
Got a new rocket, Chris Paul
Bitch you know I ball

[Chorus]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear, yeah, everything clear, yeah
Your bitch like my drip, got her staring over here, yeah
I can’t give you nothing but some nut up on your lip, yeah
And that shit for real, that’s just how a nigga live, yeah
Riding with the steel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Autobot my wheel, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
I pop tags and seals, that’s just how I live, yeah yeah
Pop him like a pill, let’s see if he lives, yeah yeah

Megan Thee Stallion & Normani – Diamonds Lyrics

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet (Cartier)

[Verse 1: Megan Thee Stallion]
I’m a super she-ro, bitch, don’t try me, ho
Bad like a villain, I pop it and then I reload
All the best things in life come for free
But don’t you think that applies to me
I do what I want ’cause I know that I’m hot
Ain’t in a band, but you know how I rock
Don’t need no clippers to give you a chop
Took me to dinner, then I took him out
I like it when you call me crazy
Long as you keep callin’, baby
He think it’s cute that I know how to shoot
Don’t you be scared if I point it at you
Broke up with my ex, uh, dumped him in a text
Would wish you the best, but I already left
Date night with my bitches, gettin’ real twisted
You know what you could do?
Give my ass a bunch of kisses

[Pre-Chorus: Normani]
I love me this much
My pear shape all dripped up
It’s freezing in my bag, oh

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, I know how to work a gun, I don’t need a range
And I could take a hit, I ain’t scared of the pain
And I don’t really bang, but I came with the gang
And if you get too close, I might snatch off your chain, ooh
You want me to be a little more ladylike? Mmm
Come through with my girls, then beat your ass on ladies night, ayy
You don’t wanna go toe-to-toe with my pedicure
Everyone you know be like, “Bro, how you handle her?”
Diamonds are my new boyfriend
So that mean I will never, ever f**k with you again
And I ain’t never need ’em, so it’s so easy to leave ’em
And I be doin’ me, I ain’t never tryna please ’em

[Pre-Chorus: Normani]
I love me this much
My pear shape all dripped up
It’s freezing in my bag, oh

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet (Cartier)

[Bridge: Normani]
Look at all these rocks, rocks, rocks (So good)
Make ’em stop and watch, watch, watch (Oh)
All these diamonds dancing, know that you can’t stand this
Bands on my hands, I got bands, I’m a bandit
Look at all these rocks, rocks, rocks (Rocks, rocks, rocks)
Make ’em stop and watch, watch, watch (Watch, watch, watch)
All these diamonds dancing, know that you can’t stand this
Bands on my hands, I got bands, I’m a bandit

[Chorus: Normani]
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Southern girl like me, I ain’t afraid to catch a case
VVS’ on me and I flooded out the face (Hey, hey, Cartier)
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Tiffany)
Di-Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
I don’t need you, I got flooded out baguettes
I don’t need you, all my diamonds drippin’ wet (Cartier)