Casey Veggies – Show Off Lyrics

[Intro: Casey Veggies]

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
Top down in the summer, top down in the summer
I came back like LeBron down 3 to 1
I don’t understand man, it make me wonder
Why the homie tried to rob him if he had a gun
Hide behind shades watching life fade
Girls shaking ass, it must be a parade
If all these niggas on I must be the one
If all these niggas shooters I must be the gun
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m bout to fuck it up
She shaking that ass so fast, the cash she bout to run it up
Like what is your motif
They want the fame, I want cash and promotion
I’m making it splash on that ass like the ocean
I ride my own wave cause my buzz’ll be rolling
I’m grinding double the time for mine, I’m keeping it coming in
Had the Audi at 18, the Bimmer at 20
Now I’m bout to cop the Benz
My circle so small that everyone else on the outside looking in
I don’t trust nobody, I don’t see nobody
Versace shades on my lens

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Really got money, I rap
When I fall through the trap I’ma show off
Smoking that KK, you hit this shit once I promise that you gon’ cough
Riding around in my ’62 [?] once when I skrrt off
Passenger seat got your bitch
If she say she don’t smoke that’s a turn off
Tatted up, I got my shirt off
Hating you can’t get a word off
You the kind I never heard of
Taylor Gang or seeing murder
She want some dick, guarantee I’ma serve her
Practice what I preach
[?] me, I just teach what I learned
Got weed and I burn it
She giving me brains, that secret service
Don’t speak what you [?]
We park the low rider so deep on the curb
Stay holding it down for my team on you geeks and you nerds
You ain’t bout your paper my nigga and I think it’s absurd
She say she love you but really that shit’s a diversion
Say that you stacking but really be splurging
I get a old school Impala and cut that shit up like a surgeon

[Hook: Casey Veggies & (Wiz Khalifa)]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
(We smoking good over here)
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
(My nigga Casey what’s good
Gang Gang, Jet Life, you heard?)
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
(Double that shit up, roll another joint
Put another bitch on top of that bitch
Buy another car [?]
Get another watch, get another chain
Do your own thing nigga, Taylor Gang)
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

[Verse 3: Casey Veggies]
She ain’t with the questions
I told her I ain’t with the extras
I’m glad we made a connection
Checking them hoes off my check list
All in the club and we flexing
She fucking it up in the section
It made her think all we do is sin
And then she realized I’m a blessing
Really do it, they gotta show off
This real life, I can’t take a day off
Go hard or go home like the playoffs
If you stay there, you might just get paid off
You ain’t never whipped these cars nigga
You ain’t never seen a hundred large nigga
You ain’t minaj’d these broads nigga
One thing bout my gang, we all get it
Girl I pull up in the hood for ya
Everything that look good, it ain’t good for ya
The haters is watching, I can’t trust ’em
If the bullets start flying it’s no discussion
He did too much talking, I had to rush ’em
Got your bitch in the back and I ain’t bluffing
The streets is so crazy but it’s what made me
Fifty mil couldn’t change me, I’m still Casey
We run up the bands and we going crazy
Yeah we run up the bands and we going crazy
Book up the flights and we on vacation
Gave her a shot but I never chase it
The money I’m married, I can’t replace her
Do me a favor, do me no favors
Nothing was handed, I had to take it
They don’t wanna see me make it, yeah

[Hook: Casey Veggies]
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I’m ’bout fuck it up
Double up, double up, double up, double up
No, I can’t get enough
I’m really the boy I ain’t gotta say it, let them niggas show off
I step in the party like “Let’s get it started”
Yeah I’m ’bout to go off

Slim Jesus – Traffic Lyrics

[Intro: Slim Jesus]
Gang gang gang gang
Gang in this bitch man
You know how the fuck they call me
They said I wasn’t tryin’ to put on for my city man
I was just waiting on my demons to get out
Shout out Ca$h man
GANG
What up Link
What’s up bro, let’s get it man
Boom boom boom boom
Gang Gang

[Verse I: Slim Jesus]
Yo bitch on my dick man she hittin’ my line (ring ring)
She wanted my money and all of my time (dah)
Only chasin’ the checks and she gettin’ declined
And Benjy and Jacks only thing on my mind (skrrt)
Chasin’ a bag ain’t no nickles and dimes (nah)
Tryinna stay me, bitch I’m shootin’ for mine (bah)
Hella guns on me, got uzi and nines (bah bah)
30s, and 50s, extendos, and [?] (boom boom boom boom)
I’ve been ridin’ round catch me with that Toni (with that Toni)
Caught me lackin’ up in traffic bitch I’m never lonely (nah)
You can ask your bitch about me guarantee that she now me (thot)
Pull them blue faces out my [?] guarantee she blow me (yeaah)
Gang full of killers ain’t playin’ no games (nah)
Get jammed up and say no names (yuh)
Heard you was talkin’ that Slim was a stank
Send my young hitter he comin’ for brains (bah)
Only the gang I ain’t fuckin’ with lanes
Fuck with the gang and then hammers gon’ bang (boom boom boom boom)
[?] no bitch you a stank
Killin’ this drill shit I’m in my own lane
I be in the cut smokin’ dope
Witchyo shorty (smokin’ dope)
Copped a pack break it down
And that bitch gon’ sell it for me
On the corner with the gang
And bitch I’m rockin’ all my jewelry (all my diamonds)
Try and take my chain
Bitch I’m squeezin on this 40
(bah bah bah bah)

[Interlude: Ca$h]
Niggas already know how we comin’ man
Shout out to my nigga Slim man
GANG [?] shit bitch
Let’s get it

[Verse II: Ca$h]
Now all these niggas part of [?] gang now (GANG)
Now [?] niggas wanna come around (what)
But the same young niggas that I’ve been with
Be the same niggas that’s always been around (gang)
Man this shit ain’t not a game (no, no)
We be gettin’ money for a bitch and then we [?] bands (let’s get it)
Nigga run up on the gang gettin’ turko stains (brrrrrra)
Red dot on a [?] smokin’ [?] face (boom)
[?] a sack bitch (bands, bands, bands)
I be runnin’ thru them bands know I always get them racks bitch
GMT that’s the money gang (gang)
A lot of niggas wanna know shit [ ? ] money came
Man I swear that’s the funny thang
A lot of niggas switch up for a lil’ bit of a fucking chain (what)
Man I’m still the same nigga
With the same gang and I put it on my [?] (hell naw)
Man I’m tired of this [?] (damn)
All this [?] gonna get a nigga stuck quick (bitch)
We don’t [?] a fuck what a nigga talk about
Born in the black like I never seen a fuckin’ drought (duh duh)
Called you for the pack but I triple that that (flip)
One move one jug then I’m shootin’ back (boom)
A nigga run up on [?] [ ? ] no bustin’ better hit (boom, boom)
Cause I guarantee I’m shootin’ back
Call Slim we gon’ pull up in a Benz now (skrrrt)
Rollin’ choppas off top doin’ head now (brrrrra)
[?] when we ride [?]
Bodies droppin’ now [?] We can’t be found
Hit a drill, lay him flat
Then we eat out
Now we back up in the trap
Bring the P’s out
Did a drill, lay him flat
Then we eat out (skrrrt)
(Now we back up in the trap
Bring the P’s out)

[Verse III: Link]
Cut these bands in my pocket I’m flexin’
These niggas is hatin’ don’t know what they do (bitch)
Spent bands on my robbers and rocks
Mix Louis with [?] inside of my shoes (bitch)
I’m walkin’ up niggas is talkin’ and watchin’
It’s funny cause I never lose (I never lose)
I’m poppin’ now, niggas is watching now
Lackin’, they think that my 40’s on snooze (boom boom)
These bands got your bitch on command
Don’t wanna be friends pass her to my mans (bands)
Bitch you lucky my niggas so dummy
They bussin’ for nothin’ so do not get [?] (brrrra)
[?] Link I can call you in (plug)
I been trappin’ for a minute like nigga watchu tryinna spin (gang)
Call Slim, nigga pull off in a Benz (skrrrr)
If you try to front the gang lil’ bitch better bring yo friends
Niggas know what we been about
If you wanna call bro we will run up in the nigga house (run up in a nigga house)
Pulled up in a chrome to a nigga mouth
If I bring her home, give me dome for a lil’ clout (bitch)
Niggas know we’ve been flexin’ a lot
[?] gotta get a pill better chill from stretching your block (gang)
Gotta keep it still on me cause these niggas is [?]
Nigga try to peel on me and I’m droppin’ the top (eskettit)

Gang Gang

Lyrics to ‘Gang Gang’ by Migos:

On the 21 Savage-assisted song “BBO (Bad Bitches Only),” Kanye West received co-production credits along with DJ Durel, Buddha Bless and Quavo. For the group’s latest single, “Stir Fry,” Pharrell had the honors of creating the beat, while Cardo produced “Open It Up.

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Lud Foe – Gang Shit

[Intro: Lud Foe]
Gang Gang Gang…
Gang Gang
Aye
Foe’nem
Gang
Out west shit nigga
You know how we rocking nigga
Get yo guns up, Get yo funds up
You on that opp shit, Get mop-sticked
Bitch
Straight gang shit

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Slipped my Glock in the club, I’m an asshole
Put the one-thousand-dollar shoes, In yo asshole
I’m colorblind but still see the money, If I was blind folded
You wanna go to war, Better be careful bout what you ask for
We do drive-by’s, doing high speeds in a Lambo
I got mob ties, you know its shooters in Chicago
I been getting money fucking theses bitches, That just the motto
Dread-heads come full of guns, Wherever I go
(Gang)
I’m selling dope, I gotta get my bread right
We catch a opp, Leave his ass dead at the red light
Red bone and she super thick, And her head right
Fucked her twice but I kicked her out, She can’t spend the night
(Gang)

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
20-12 I got signed, Bought some tommy guns
Imma take him out his shoes, Thats what robbers done
Last nigga snatched my chain, Bro nem chopped him up
You could never DJ Nate me, Boy we sparking something
We gon park where they spin the block, And meet me back
I lost Nuski caught his opps, I needed that
I sold dope, sold coke, Never sold guns
And I’m only throwing hundreds, I don’t need ones
Call Seven he fron 600, Thats spartan 2 times
Drill something then go watch twitter, Lookin like who died
Glock on me that hold 30, Thats European sigh
Turn’t rocking Balmains, Ain’t rocking Levis

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat

Lud Foe – Gang Shit Lyrics

[Intro: Lud Foe]
Gang Gang Gang…
Gang Gang
Aye
Foe’nem
Gang
Out west shit nigga
You know how we rocking nigga
Get yo guns up, Get yo funds up
You on that opp shit, Get mop-sticked
Bitch
Straight gang shit

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Slipped my Glock in the club, I’m an asshole
Put the one-thousand-dollar shoes, In yo asshole
I’m colorblind but still see the money, If I was blind folded
You wanna go to war, Better be careful bout what you ask for
We do drive-by’s, doing high speeds in a Lambo
I got mob ties, you know its shooters in Chicago
I been getting money fucking theses bitches, That just the motto
Dread-heads come full of guns, Wherever I go
(Gang)
I’m selling dope, I gotta get my bread right
We catch a opp, Leave his ass dead at the red light
Red bone and she super thick, And her head right
Fucked her twice but I kicked her out, She can’t spend the night
(Gang)

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
20-12 I got signed, Bought some tommy guns
Imma take him out his shoes, Thats what robbers done
Last nigga snatched my chain, Bro nem chopped him up
You could never DJ Nate me, Boy we sparking something
We gon park where they spin the block, And meet me back
I lost Nuski caught his opps, I needed that
I sold dope, sold coke, Never sold guns
And I’m only throwing hundreds, I don’t need ones
Call Seven he fron 600, Thats spartan 2 times
Drill something then go watch twitter, Lookin like who died
Glock on me that hold 30, Thats European sigh
Turn’t rocking Balmains, Ain’t rocking Levis

[Chorus: Lud Foe]
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat
I’m a young dope selling with a felon
Riding round with Mac 11’s
I ain’t no a job so I robbed and sell dope
Her boyfriend mad I get guap and he broke
Sawed off shotty right up under my peacoat