Juice WRLD – I Wanna Lyrics

[Intro]
Sweatin’ bullets boy

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 1]
I heard that yo nigga was a loser
I don’t fuck with school, I’m Ferris Bueller
Fuck with me, I’m finna get my ruger
Pretty nigga, but I still be that shooter
Bad bitch look like she at Hooters
Glock clip lookin’ like a ruler
I don’t give a fuck if I lose her
I’m finessin bitches, damn I had to fool her
Woah, time to switch my flow, yeah
I be switchin’ hoes, yeah
Had to let em know, yeah
Had to let em go, yeah
I got big guns, lookin’ like it’s G.I. Joe
Run up on me, dumb mama, let that Nina blow yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

[Verse 2]
Surfin’ on yo bitch, it got me wavy
Red bottom boolin’ got me brazy
Finna come and take yo little lady
I’ma fuck that bitch and she gon’ pay me
Gold grill flossin, got me pretty
Told that bitch, I never walk, I run the city
Keep a couple real killers, they be with me
Down to shoot a nigga in his kidney
Hey, what, I just be fuckin’ that bitch again
Nigga I’m tryna get rich again, yeah
That’s how I live again, yeah
Run in yo crib again, put the pistol to yo kids again, yeah
I’m finna get it in, money on me so you know I’ma spend, yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch you goin’ hard, I’m goin’ harder
VVS wetter than some water
Hey I know you see me ballin’ like a starter
I want money, money, money in that order
Hey, young nigga, I could fuck yo daughter
Young nigga still could fuck yo momma
I do what I want because I wanna
I do what I want because I wanna

Lil Yachty – Riley From the Boondocks Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
And Maybach Mitch on the beat too, bitch

[Verse 1]
Ooh, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, bitch, Ike Turner the beat
600 degrees
Baby just want a degree
I’ma pay all of the fees
Yup, told her, “We need more like you”
Really need less like me
I’ma Slimeball like Nudy
I slang wood like Judy
488, red ruby
Wait, I cannot fuck with the Jakes
Hmm, unless it’s TD
Slide on yo bitch like a CD
Rarely seen, when I am, it’s a Kodak
You niggas snitchin’, I already know that
Make a decision by makin’ decision
These niggas be switchin’, I’ma have to cut ’em
But touch my umbrella
We can’t be related ’cause I’m a go-getter
And he’s just too lazy, the Glock got the laser
The pump got the laser, the Uzi, a laser
The AR, a laser, I’m strapped, don’t do tasers
Yeah, turn you to a tater
Just got an AP and stomp out like the Raiders
I prayed to be best, I’m like crackin’ away from
I’m cool with my neighbors, they plot with the mayors
I can’t get in trouble
I only back down if I’m shootin’, I double
She ride on the dick like the bike with the muffle
I said I had one, but I keep me a couple
I can’t do no scuffle

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks

[Verse 2]
Hmm, shit, I got Nike money (Checks)
Signed with QC and started actin’ funny
Changed my number five times since you’ve had it, dummy
I’m outside, it’s V-Live, come and press it, dummy (Damn)
I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope), I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope)
Lick that pussy ’til it’s squirtin’ like a sprinkler spout
Fuck her once, then I took her to the In-N-Out
Bitch, I’m all about the gang, ain’t no signin’ out
Yeah, we vibin’ out, and they ridin’ out
Bet you say the wrong thing, then we wildin’ out
Don’t you get it? Aim it at your fitted
This ain’t New Edition, VVS’ glisten
I was raised by the loaders, they don’t ever listen
Disrespect boys, then we X boys

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks

Usher – Gift Shop lyrics

[Intro: Usher]
(Zaytoven)
I walk up in that motherfucker like, get what you want
Ayy, let me get that
Gift shop, gift shop, yeah

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc
Got your main thing in the lip-lock
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Verse 1: Usher]
Got it, I’ma spend it, gotta do it big
‘Cause I be talkin’ more than millions (Yeah)
Court-side, no tickets
Blue tint, sittin’ pretty, uh, yeah, uh
I’m in your bitch like, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, and smash
What’s on my neck? That glass
That foreign lil’ whip been crashed
A lot of those diamonds ain’t real
My nigga gon’ get it how he live (Yeah)
Good life, who this?
She do what she can for a Fendi bag (Yeah)
Iced out wrist, that gliss, that gliss, that gliss
Girl on my dick, my tip, my tip

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Bridge: Usher]
Way, way, way (Add it up)
Came, came, came (To fuck it up)
Foreign whips, new Mulsanne
Kick shit, no Lui Kang

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I treat the Gucci store like a gift shop
I put some Fiji water in a wrist watch
Then showed her how to ball like a big shark
I spent a couple thousand on her ass shots
She got all colors in the G socks
That’s a Rolex not a G-Shock (G-Shock)
I’m diggin’ in her while she got her legs locked (Got her legs locked)
We fuckin’ in the penthouse at the tip top (Oh)
Make her cum again, spend a hundred bands, new Mercedes-Benz
Gucci store again, had to let us, private when we land
I gave her a chance, gave her the advance, diamond on her hands
VVS’ dance, Off-White on the Vans, Tesla for a van
I’m rubbin’ on her skin, she gon’ let me in, we ain’t gon’ pretend
I’m her latest friend, she don’t chase her Hen’ and ain’t scared to sin
I’ma give her a lend, purse that cost a ten, help her on the rent
We just wanna win, just don’t care to spend, Gucci store again

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Bridge: Usher]
Way, way, way
This shit, got me feelin’ like Michael
She call me her idol
She play me Tidal
She cum on arrival
But I don’t want no bridal
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Usher]
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Audemars don’t go tick-tock (Tick-tock)
Ice box diamonds in my wrist watch (Wrist watch)

[Outro: Usher]
Got it, I’ma spend it, gotta do it big
‘Cause I be talkin’ more than millions (Yeah)
Court-side, no tickets
Blue tint, sittin’ pretty, uh, yeah, uh
I’m in your bitch like, yeah (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, and smash
What’s on my neck? That glass
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Locked in the bag like a Ziploc (Ziploc)
Got your main thing in the lip-lock (Yeah, yeah)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)
Treat the Gucci store like a gift shop (Gift shop)

NCT 127 – Regular (English Ver.) Lyrics

[Intro: Mark]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Mark, Taeyong]
I like shining, you be lyin’
I be grindin’, you waste time
Know you wanna roll with me
‘Cause you know I put it down
When I show up, I’m the one and only
No, no, no (No, no)
Yeah, pull up in the Jag
Haters gon’ be mad

[Verse 2: Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Mark, Taeyong]
I’ve been walkin’ with the cheese, that’s that queso (Queso, queso)
Diamonds drippin’, better bring your raincoat (Splash)
I got them racks on me (On me)
I brought the whole lit team with me
I might pull up in a spaceship
Hop out it, don’t look like I live here

[Pre-Chorus: Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Mark]
And now we in the zone (Oh)
Stand too close, might catch a cold
Crib came with a gate and a code
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Drippin’ water faucets, splash (Splash)

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time
I just made a million and I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular
I spend the bag on the regular
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah!
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Verse 3: Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta, Mark, Haechan, WinWin, Doyoung, Taeil]
I am too rich to compete, so don’t compare to me (Yeah, yeah)
We are not the same, only one of me (Hey, hey)
Hop out the coupe, the sky’s the roof (Roof)
My whole team ball (Ball)
We never lose, hundreds all blue (Hundreds)
We do what we do (Ball)
Poppin’ out casket-fresh, lookin’ like a fashion show (Ayy)
Diamonds all on my neck, lookin’ like a water show (Ayy, let’s go)
Bust it, bust it, bust it, for a real one
We gon’ bring up the car
One way, no stop, to the stars (Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Coupe fly, Dubai
Know it ain’t two sides, too high
One way to Mars, you better watch yourself
I did it all by myself (Go!)

[Pre-Chorus: Yuta, WinWin, Jaehyun, Taeyong, Jungwoo, Mark, Johnny]
And now we in the zone (Ice, ice)
Stand too close, might catch a cold (Stand too close)
Crib came with a gate and a code (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, drippin’ water faucets, splash

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine (Oh)
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time (Oh)
I just made a million and I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular (Regular)
I spend the bag on the regular (brrrah!)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah! (Yeah, yeah)
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Bridge: Taeyong, Mark, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Taeil]
Multi-color diamonds like the rainbow (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
B-L -ind your eyes 번져 눈부셔
Yeah 자체발광 we flash 주체안돼 let’s dance
Yeah, this isn’t real, this is a regular move
머리 어깨 무릎발 무릎발, let’s get fast
Oh!
Oh! (Oh)
Run it up, run it up, run it up (Run it up)
No competition in front of us
We got the wave, we getting paid (Oh)

[Chorus: All]
VVS my diamonds, I don’t need no light to shine (Oh)
Iced out both my wrists, now I can barely see the time (Oh)
I just made millions on me, but I’m still not satisfied
‘Cause I need the bag on the regular (Regular)
I spend the bag on the regular
We make the world (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
My bank account go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
We make the world go (Do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do)
Brrrah! (Yeah, yeah)
Dinero, queso, cheese, yo quiero, I want it

[Outro: Taeyong]
Regular

SOB X RBE – Times Get Hard Lyrics

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
My momma told me gotta keep that pole on me
‘Case a nigga try to up that score on me
I just hope my down bitch never fold on me
It been feelin’ like the devil got a hold on me
Always see you talk a lot, but you ain’t really ’bout it
VVS’s on my neck, I be really countin’
Always say how they gon’ slide, but I really doubt it
I been cryin’ for so long, I’m so sick and tired
‘Cause baby I don’t wanna hurt no more
Lately I been gone on tour
But when I’m back home it’s still the same shit
Posted on that block, late night tryna flame shit
And you claimin’ that you real, but I’m knowin’ that you ain’t
Knowin’ that you ain’t, I just hope my problems fade
Hope they fly away, I just hope the Lord let me see another day
And the Lord I pray

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
I been feelin’ so betrayed since I came on
Niggas say they keep that shit 1,000 they gon’ change though
And I can’t go nowhere without it, gotta keep that 4-5
I’m feelin’, just let me G I’m a young fly fly
They just wanna ride my wave, for the cameras and the fame
But I’m like, “Where the fuck was you when I was locked up in them chains?”
When I was walkin’ through the rain
All these rappers be cappin’ it’s real stories not all watches and chains
I’m poppin’ Percocets and pourin’ up drank
I’m tryna ease all the pain
I’m in the Wraith on the interstate steady switchin’ these lanes
My youngin’ totin’ the 30 ‘K and he throwin’ up gang
I’m ridin’ round wit’ a .38, when I shoot it spit flames
Would you rock and roll wit’ me? No Elvis Presley
I gotta keep that pole wit’ me that’s a brand new XD
Deep in these skreets so my girl feelin’ like that I won’t make it far
But listen baby

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard
I know times get hard, I gotta keep it on
Hope I make it far, I know times get hard

[Outro: Al Green]
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would
Everything is gonna be alright
He’s comin’ back, like he said he would

Machine Gun Kelly – Signs lyrics

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly, 24hrs & Hit-Boy]
Twentyfour
Hold up
Hit-Boy

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top (whew)
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hold up
I don’t need, I don’t need love
I just need three in the tub (three)
Give me good weed and some rub, yeah
Scrape up em’ knees on the rug, yeah
Ain’t gone show you no love, no
You say my name you a dub, no
Picked her up from the islands
She say “Twenty you wildin’”
Ayy, stayed up, can’t sleep
Couple chickenheads it’s a eight piece
Girls in the cars all topless
Rock God I was born in a moshpit, ungh

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Piped up and I can’t stop it
Bang twenty bitches and pop it
Record label thinks I’m crazy
Showed up with the thing, no safety
You can’t take me out the hood, don’t fake me
Hundred twenty air fee have AC
Hundred square feet to a hundred K fee
If you ain’t noticed I don’t give much of a fuck lately (ay!)
Don’t you ever try my life
VVS diamonds, my eyes
Brand new Range Rov’ black
She can’t never come back

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & 24hrs]
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life
Ay, ay, ay
Hop in, roll up
Bad bitch shotgun toes up
Gang signs, my block
All tattoos on my top
Kells!
You can never ever stay the night
Rockstar that’s my life
Never ever look at the price
Bitch don’t try my life

[Outro: Hit-Boy]
Hit-Boy

Young Thug – Real in My Veins Lyrics

[Intro]
Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done created
Mario

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chains
Remain the same, don’t change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they created
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you, gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

[Verse 1]
Came from the ground to the top, uh
I’m ’bout to rob you some rocks, uh
I’m bout to set up a shop, uh
I’m bout to buy back the block, uh
I got respect for the ‘Wop, uh
First nigga gave me a knot, uh
I put some keys in the pot, uh
She got Versace on her crotch, uh
It’s purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, it’s a thot, uh
I turn a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he come out the box, uh
I got a tail on, it’s a fox, uh
I’m banging that fire, fox, uh
My bitch get wild, uh
Bloody cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my sins everyday

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change

[Verse 2]
You keep playin’ and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I’m ready for the pop off
Got lil’ mama outta drum talkin’ top throat
She said she ready, let’s get it I got combos
I’m talkin’ junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me hoppin’ off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin’ off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain’t cleaned out tho’
I got my money up and I heard that you want some
Nigga moon walkin’, Michael Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got gratitude
And if you look up at the moon, you’ll see my attitude

[Chorus]
I got real runnin’ through my veins
I put VVS’s in my chain’s
Remain the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for change
I’m just sayin’ tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they done created
Tell the cops they gon’ start chaos if they raid it
Commandin’ war, made somebody bleed
Now I ain’t worry ’bout you gettin’ past these fuckin’ bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin’ ’bout the fuckin’ founder
Tell Scott I’m on the way, I’m gettin’ fuckin’ faded
Call your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin’ made it

Soulja Boy – Front Door Back Door Lyrics

[Verse]
Young Draco nigga, you know I’m real nigga
I slide in that Bentley, they think I’m drug dealer
Jump out the top and my young nigga flip the switch
Quarter million in one day just to be specific
Fuck with Draco nigga I empty the clip
Had to go run it up, trappin’ through the 6
Hop out the Rari, I look like the man
Round 250,000 on my Instagram
Look at it bitch, she staring, she my biggest fan
Whippin’ my wrist in the pot like a ceiling fan
Who is him? I ain’t ever heard of him
Make the wrong move then you know Draco’s shoota gon murder him
Hop in the Lamborghini then I swerve on ’em
Junkie hit my front door, know what I’m servin’ him
Front door back door, with the draco
Front door back door, front door back door
Trappin’ a nigga runnin’ up them pesos
Call up my plug he gon pull up with a whole case load
Stackin’ up M&M’s just like they Lego’s
Call up my shooters, they shoot when I say so
Fuck with Lil Soulja, I’m sprayin’ with the draco
Servin’ the junkies, run up a bankroll
Ballin’ on niggas, I sprained my ankle
Ran up them M’s, nigga I got pesos
Fuck with the gang and we shootin’ shit up
Fuck on yo bitch, you know what’s up
I do a show, I’m on a tour bus
I’m in LA, now I’m up in New York
Fifty thousand in one day, that’s just Soulja
Young nigga puttin’ them bricks in a Rover
VVS diamonds, they come out the water
Young Draco nigga, I’m fuckin’ yo daughter
Young Draco nigga, Ferrari the sport
Young Draco nigga trappin fuck nigga, come place yo order
Titanic my chain, put it in the water
VVS Audemars look like some coke
Young Draco pull up shootin’ shit at that Madi Gras
I take a brick, ship it to Panama
100 bricks, put it in my momma house
Whip out that draco like what they talkin’ bout?

Young Thug – Goin Up Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Keed]
Yeah
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby
Keed
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans
I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up)
I told your darling, shawty was on south
I take this Rari, park it at the house
I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up
I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up
I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top
I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah)
I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah
It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah)
I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah
I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah
Hopped in with your boo
Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
MG, Benz truck, we speedin’
Yeah she say she down, she just wanna be ’round me
Yes I’m havin’ European denim on my bottom
I got niggas who won’t squeal and they came straight from the bottom, yeah yeah
Sunset sherbert in my lungs
I rock out the show, count them racks in the morning
VVS diamonds, we havin’ some pointers
I pull up with slime, them snakes out the jungle
Neck flooded, you gon’ need a sponge
I’m through with the hoe, she didn’t pass the road
I’m wiping his nose, we crossin’ him out
All it take is one call, they surrounding your house

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Outro: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Bitch I’m goin’ up (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up (like I love you baby?)
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine(like I love you baby?)
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby?
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you, yeah

Travis Scott – YOSEMITE Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I’m home, back off the road
We shut it down, say it ain’t so
With checks in the streets, shade number four
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada’s, every color
And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”?
30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet

Doja Cat – NINTENDHOE Lyrics

[Hook]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeaaaah?

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)
Can I get a hell yeah?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

[Verse 1]
Bitch wanna roast me
Cuz I got a xbox one
I don’t even have no games
All I play is gta
My nigga got Franklin dick
Livin in a franklin crib
I’ma get frank lil bitch
Why you on my frank like this
Bitch I’m annual flossing
VVS
Yeah I play animal crossing
Gamecube, 3DS
I ain’t ever been poor
Used to play sims 4
Put a lil wall round niggas
Take the door off trap em in the swimmin pool

I don’t play fortnite fuck that
Chun li when I street Fight
Bust back
You ain’t got combos whats that
Rock bitches on mortal kombat
It’s tricky to rock a rhyme
Merk bitches on ssx
Leave bitches all bald like Seeiah
Mic check em like test test test
I remember my downward spiral
Back when I was playin Spyro
When I never went out n lied low
Way before my lil ass went viral

Super smash bros
You so ass though
Prolly pick Kirby
So you don’t get smashed on!

[Pre-Hook]
Shake that ass hoe (4x)
Can I get a hell yeah?

[Hook 2]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeaaaah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell yeaaaah?
Can, can, can, can, can, can, can….
(Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I…)

Can I get a hell yeah?
(Fight!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Nigga)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Master of my craft never played minecraft
Look how my mind crafts things
Be on my halo tings
Look at my sonic rings
Ahooga don’t push me
I hadouken
Hear the “toasty”?
Donkey kong when he drum on that pussy
I don’t play but I sure ain’t no rookie
Steal a nigga like a bandit, boo
Then spend every penny of his bands and loot
Now she think that I’m the devil like a bandicoot
Wawawawawawa what u wanna do?

Yo, Can I get it, get it yah

[Hook 3]
Can I get a hell yeah?
(Oh yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Ho yeahhh)
…*mumbling* hell yeah, yeah
(Ho yeah)

Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yah, yah!)
Can I get a hell yeah, yeah, yeah?
(Yeah yeahhh!)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Ha, oh yeahhh)
Can I get a hell… yeah?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ráh

Roy Woods – Russian Cream Lyrics

[Intro]
A man like PJ
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Too much muhfuckin’ goin’ on
The warm up

[Verse 1]
I don’t need a bitch, all I see while makin’ dolla signs
Rollie on my wrist but I never check it for the time
Said she heard the kid through the boy in the summertime
Said she love my songs that I got with Ty Dolla Sign
When I’m in LA I’m fuckin’ shorties from Corona
Look me in my eyes say you love me but you love to lie
I can make a hit on four beach cali time
Niggas copy sauce, claim it’s theirs, happens all the time
I be switchin’ up on these niggas, like my bitch does
18 karat, VVS is on your S1s
I don’t put no thought into a thot, that’s a waste of time
Flying bitches out of the city, come and shoot to mine

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
You don’t know your bitches but I know ’em (I don’t mind, yeah)
Shorty finna hit me on my trap (on my trap, trap, trap, trap)
She gon’ give me top playin’ Fortnite (give me top, woah)
Shorty wanna fuck I need more time, yeah
Gettin’ the bands, gettin’ the digits
Bitch [?]
Gucci my linen (yeah that’s good right there)
Will Smith, I’m a legend
R&B John Lennon
Rap and I sing to women
Bought my whip with the key, flyin’ when you finish
Pussy with the Hennessy for the real niggas
Smokin’ blunt, sip the Henny with some real niggas

[Chorus]
Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Bought my bitch a new Gucci bag, yeah, yeah (Gucci, Gucci)
Only fuck with bitches gettin’ bags, yeah, yeah
Russian creamy gyal, creamy gyal, yeah, yeah
Shorty scared of the wasteman, yeah, yeah

Playboi Carti – Top Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
What? Huh?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

[Verse]
Griping that nine till I die
Made my first mill in July
Fucked that lil bitch till she cry
I’m in Miami like Plies
Eighty-one thousand that right, eighty-one thousand that mike
Working that bitch and get right
I call up Elliot twice
I get that bitch and get right
I put that bih on that dope
I get that dope that she like
Yeah, Yeah Ball like a bank
These niggas they bite
They takin’ my swag they swipe
VVS diamonds, I’m in the bed with the dentist
Back-to-back like tennis
I’m in the spot like a chemist
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it
I ain’t going back outside
Yeah lil hoe you can get it

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building
I’m on the top of the building, I’m on the top of the building

Lil Baby – Southside Lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new jays
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out the bando
Servin’ out the window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent fo’
Fuck it up in the Gucci sto’, them M’s in
Bad bitch lookin’ like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I’m a god
They know we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’ in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought a plane, then I brew out the brain
Breaking Bad, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ no name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Doing these thangs to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doin’ shit that they wishin’ they could
I’m the frontrunner, break right through the hood
They hated on me, but it’s still all good
Draco on me, and it’s still all wood
I’m on probation, they let off a fool
They on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin’ notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin’ the pack in
Heard you got your shit took
Nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz (?) with the backend
Real street niggas buyin’ (?) with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get to the money, they cappin’
What happened?
I thought you was a real one?
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin’ too loud in my ear, so I don’t hear them
My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside
Yeah, I’m sellin’ coke for real
I put the d in dope, for real
Saint Laurent on my coat, for real
That draco, that draco
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

SahBabii – Outstanding Lyrics

[Chorus: SahBabii]
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS

[Verse 1: SahBabii]
Boy, yeah, I’m so fancy
Fuckin’ these hoes, outlandish
I need a ho like Randy
I’m eatin’ them cookies like candy
I’m eatin’ them cookies like candy
Swear them tools come in handy
Handy just like Mandy
These niggas shrimp, you a scampi
Shrimp, baby
I’m gettin’ choked by chokers
Cough drop me, my throat hurt
Ice on a bitch [?]
Playin’ cold, we colder
We get cold ’til your nose hurt
She suck dick ’til my toes curl
Then she burp, yeah
These niggas ain’t seein’ me
Came from the bottom bikini
Now these bitches on my weenie
Niggas small, yeah they teeny
Ice on me outstandin’
Money keep expandin’, do you understand me?

[Chorus: SahBabii]
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
21, ice on my neck go bling (bling)
Fairy tale, sell a ho a dream (God)
25 racks on the ring (bling, bling, bling)
Yeah, VVS’ on me, they water, yeah
I don’t want your bitch, I bought her, yeah
You can get her back, I borrowed her (21, 21, 21, 21)
Ice on my neck like puck, puck
I’m a big dawg, you a duck, a duck
Fuck her like a dog and get stuck
Every, every car I ride in need a green card, foreign
Foreign bitch pussy good, I bought a green card
But I swear it get so wet I wish I had a surfboard (21)

[Chorus: SahBabii]
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS
From a whole ‘nother planet (planet)
Ice on my neck dancin’ (dancin’)
Ice on my neck prancin’ (prancin’)
Got these lil’ hoes glancin’ (glancin’)
Ice on me outstandin’ (‘standin’)
Baby girl so demandin’
Say she is my SANDAS

[Outro: SahBabii]
Outstandin’

21 Savage – Who Run It Freestyle lyrics

Trap Music
[Intro]
Straight up
21

[Verse]
.223 Diamondback with the drum, nigga (straight up)
Choppa like to crush a lot, Big Pun nigga (straight up)
I’ve been taking money ever since I was young, nigga (straight up)
Sneak dissin’, niggas cuttin’ out your tongue, nigga (straight up)
Real street nigga, I ain’t doin’ no cappin’, nigga, I ain’t told no lies (21)
I don’t give a f*ck if I got a hunnid’ million, I’m keepin’ my .45 (on God)
Walkin’ up on ya nigga, point blank range, we ain’t doin’ no drive-by’s (yeah)
I still right here wit’ hollows, nigga, and I got my Glock out (facts)
She keep tryna watch Netflix, bitch, I’m pullin’ my cock out (straight up)
Hit her with the dick and I left that bitch cockeyed (straight up, straight up)
All these VVS’s, I made your bitch cockeyed (21, 21)
Talkin’ out your neck, you get your T-shirt tie-dyed (on God)
I’m on Percocet’s, I think I’m finna skydive (yeah)
You little n*ggercat, you must think you got nine lives (21)
I’m so sick of all this fruity sh*t, you niggas on thin ice
That stick gon’ cut you half-time, now these niggas wanna switch sides (straight up)
I ain’t really with that takin’ sh*t, lil’ nigga, I’m walkin’ up (straight up)
That .30 like a tree lil’ nigga, watch where you barkin’ up (straight up)
We got way too many shots, y’all lil’ niggas can’t dodge enough (on God)
We can even challenge ya, ’cause y’all lil’ niggas ain’t charged enough (fast)
Quarter million dollar for a walkthrough (straight up)
Get the utmost respect when I walk through (straight up)
I love the way you suck that dick, lil’ bitch, don’t forget who taught you (straight up)
Way too much, can’t stalk you (straight up)
Bogeyman, nigga, I’ll haunt you (on God)
All these bullets ’round me, nigga, I ain’t got time to punch you (21)
Hit ’em wit’ the 3-2, all y’all niggas see through (yeah)
Broad day, I’ll see food, had to hit a lick at Kiku (yeah-yeah)
Lil’ bitch I don’t need you (yeah-yeah)
Hell Nah, I can’t eat you (yeah-yeah)
Let the whole gang G you, then I left that bitch at Jeju (yeah-yeah)
You must be scared or some, nigga, let’s bet the spread or some (21)
That’s your main bitch, but I bet that lil’ bitch spread for some (on God)
I got all these blues like I ain’t bangin’ red or somethin’ (trre)
I bought all these cars like l ain’t got no legs or somethin’ (yeah)
Fuck that other side, pull up in ya hood switch it (21)
Stash money, murder, two guns, nigga, big B’s (21)
Every time I hit that bitch she come back like a frisbee (yeah)
I ain’t got time to play with nobody kids, go watch Disney (yeah)
Skin made of concrete, nigga, you can never be me (21)
My brother down the road with a touchscreen and a FeFe (BF)
Candlelight gang, leave a nigga on the TV (21)
Fish fry gang, y’all can’t even afford to die
Bitch, I’m way too real, I can’t even afford to lie

Trippie Redd & A1Billionaire – Rookie Of The Year

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ooo, yeah
Ay, Big 14 bitch
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, aye (and I’m swervin’)
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, aye (in suburban)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins (like I’m Perkins)
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah (sauce a bitch)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (bitch)
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year (yeah)
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Big 14 ballin’ bitch, aye (yeah)
Big 14 shot callin’ bitch, aye (yeah)
Dive up in that pussy like a dolphin bitch, aye (like a dolphin bitch)
VonMar, put ’em in a coffin bitch, whoa (in a coffin bitch)
Aye, aye, made the money right up off the stove (off the stove)
Got some shooters with me, bitch, you know they on go (on go)
VVS my diamonds on my neck, and wrist is froze (yeah it’s froze)
Got my goons with me and they totin’ sticks and poles
Bitches goin’ brazy over Instagram post (yeah)
I just keep a good bitch with me, yeah, close (yeah)
I just keep a bad bitch with me, yeah, closer (too bad)
Get closer, aye (close)
Might roast ya, aye
Bitch, I pour the four up (pourin’ up the lean)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, aye (lean, yeah)
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, aye (aye)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins (like I’m Perkins)
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah (Kyrie Irving)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (bitch)
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year (yeah)
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year (yeah)
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

[Verse 2: A1Billionaire]
I’m at your throat like a necklace (woo)
She suck that dick like a [?] (slide, slide)
I slam that pussy, no wrestlin’ (slide)
She eat that nut, nah no elephant (slide, slide)
She say a nigga irrelevant (slide, woo)
He always lyin’ and flexin’ (flex, woo)
I’m really stressin’ her out
She ride that dick like a Tesla
She callin’ in like a heist (yeah)
She ride the dick like a bike (yeah)
She ride the dick like a bike, ooh (slide)
She ride the dick like a bicycle (woo, slide)
Yeah (slide), yeah (slide)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (slide, slide)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, in a big body coupe and I’m swervin’, ay
Switchin’ lanes in a big suburban, ay
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard like I’m Perkins
Known to sauce a beat up, Kyrie Irving, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Bitch I ball hard, I’m the rookie of the year
Rookie of the, rookie of the, rookie of the year
Bitch I’m ballin’ hard, I’m the rookie of the year

Zaytoven, Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih – What You Think (feat. OJ Da Juiceman)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110 (skrrt)
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is? Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
VVS the wrist, what you think this is?
Brand new coupe outside, this a brand new vibe
She love Dolla $ign, she know every line
Yeah, what you think this is? Uh, uh (ooh, yeah)
No pictures, bitch, what you think this is? (Ooh yeah)
Diamond gold tint expensive, that’s just regular (ooh yeah)
Do me wrong, I replace you, that’s just regular
Ayy, woo, switch up on this bitch
Ayy, Rollie got no tick
Ayy, got it off a lick
Ooh, ayy, she my first draft pick
Ayy, if you bag my bitch
Uh, you can have the bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ooh, ayy, what you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
She gon’ bring a friend
Ain’t no 1-on-1s
What you think this is?
I got whips outside
Different color shit
Timbs in your side
[?]
What you thought this was?
Girl, I thought I told you, never fall with love
Put some sauce on the shrimp
Wipe me down, I’m a pimp
Bankroll like a blimp
Red ‘rari lookin’ rich
Got the money comin’ in
90s, 90s, ’96
Puttin’ gas in the whip
Don’t smoke no Reggie in the whip
What the fuck you think this is?

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

[Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman]
I just did ’em bad, uh
Brand new, paper tags, uh
Flyin’ down 110 in a RT Jag
I just blowed a bag, uh
Can you do the math? Uh
What you think this is? Uh
Million dollar crib, uh
Backyard, take a swim, uh
Still trap again, uh
Slam dunk, embrace, uh
Like a border rim, uh
Drop them zeroes in the water
Swim, baby, swim, uh
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Jumpin’ out the gym

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
What you think this is?
Uh, just doing 20 in the 110
Ayy, ayy, don’t need no new friends
Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz
Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is?
Ayy, I woke up this morning count a half a M, yeah
Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah
Uh, what you think this is?
Ooh, yeah
What you think this is?

Gunna – Oh Okay (feat. Young Thug & Lil Baby)

[Intro]
Run that back Turbo
Playmakers

[Chorus: Gunna]
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
Too many fags, too many bitches
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Hey, pinstripe Gucci my pants
She can suck dick with no hands
I done spent some racks on my fam
Spaceship on land, Fear of God Vans
Another painted red, drank to the head
Got two styrofoams, yeah, I’m sippin’ these meds
Two tone Prezi Rolex, yeah this drip you can’t catch
Simon says do what I said, Cuban link chokin’ my neck
YSL Uber these jets, put ’em in some VVS

[Chorus: Gunna]
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
Too many fags, too many bitches
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Lil Baby]
Pateks on Pateks on Pateks on Pateks (oh-okay)
Run up a check and I’m fuckin’ the baddest
Jump out the coupe and I’m living so lavish
R.I.P. Hugh Hefner, he like my daddy
I got some VVS’s on my neck and my ears they real, dog
I done stayed down and I ran up the money, I got me an M now
S-L-I-M-E a slime, I say that shit every time
I got some rickety rackades
Running through bitches like Backpage
I’m going number one this year
Ride on this bitch, I’m in sixth gear
I’m on a jet, ain’t got no fear
Do all my dirt when it’s raining
Wash away all the evidence
I got some chains and they tennis
Ride a Wraith like it’s rented
I rock Givenchy, the vintage
Trap up the bando relentless
I triple-double the record
Put the draco in my trench, yeah
I rob your ho for the lint, yeah
I triple-double the year, yeah
I put her coupe on my bill, yeah
I pay some shit, a whole mil
I did this shit with no deal
Dropped out of school, bought a building
I killed the coupe, dropped the ceiling
Cop a Bugatti out of there
I got on white, I can’t kneel
Pour out the pint, watch it spill, yeah
My lawyer bribe still, yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Audemar wrist, count it then spend it
Matted the coupe, and my windows tinted
Chop off the top, headed to Lenox
I got some cash, I wanna spend it
New paper tag, didn’t wanna rent it
Too many fags, too many bitches
Roll with my slime, yeah that my lizard
Ready to slide, you will get slithered
Hey, we ain’t got ties, you ain’t gon’ ride
You ain’t my slime, you ain’t my slime
Young Gunna Gunna, I’m in my prime
Hey, so I still can’t tellin’ you lies
When it comes to business I’m handling mine
Yeah, I’ma kingface Patek my time

SOB x RBE – Always Lyrics

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Shit changed shit sick now days
I ain’t worried about shit, look at my wrist now days
For them bands I make a nigga strip now days
Even though a nigga on our still won’t change
These new niggas they ain’t keepin’ it a hunnid
I swear these streets and they take a nigga conscious
We ain’t runnin’ we the ones doin’ a hunnid
Merkin’ niggas skrt off doin’ a hunnid
On the next blocks be livin’ dry regular
We ain’t talk feds tappin’ in the cellular
I know niggas want me dead I ‘on’t carry none
At some point, you gotta notice niggas amateurs
And I don’t got time to be fuckin’ wit’ you
I do not got time to be duckin’ from you
Say we runnin’ from four, bitch we runnin’ from who?
So I promise to catch a body when I run into you

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
VVS diamonds my shit clear, your’s cloudy
E’rywhere I go I hear a nigga talkin’ ’bout me
SOB we the best no disrespect to DJ Khalid
If a nigga run up trippin’ I’ma catch a body proudly
The realest nigga some type can’t even turn fake
Seen a lot shit change when the fuckin’ K came
Crestside stays up but I don’t fuckin’ gangbang
And if a sucka slide bustin’ I’ma do the same thing
Ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you niggas ’cause you niggas too strange
TEC on my neck, hangin’ on a shoestring
I slide down your block and treat it like a shootin’ range
Real duffle bag boy like that nigga 2Chainz

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 3: Lul G]
For any of my brothers I knock a nigga down
I be posted in the Jag, we been thuggin’ wit’ them rounds
Opp niggas slide down get his ass knocked down
Double back, masked up, lettin’ off hella rounds
I be posted wit’ the thugs lately, we been sendin’ slugs
Paranoid off the kush, gotta lay of the drugs
Only nigga eighteen, I can whip out a dub
And these niggas they be mad ’cause these bitches show me love
But these bands, I don’t love for they bust yeah
Left pocket, pink fifties ridin’ thug yeah
And these bitches I don’t love ’em, I won’t cuff yeah
And these nigga I won’t ever ever trust yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any my brothers, I knock a nigga down

Key Glock – Hot

[Intro]
Hey
Hey I know I’m hot
And you not, hah

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out

[Verse 1]
Goddamn all this water got me drowning
VVS’s, forty thousand my medallion
I been fly bitch, I don’t need no pilot
Every time I’m Gucci’d down, I be styling
Racks for my shirt, belt, and shoes, I’m fresher than you
Just pulled up in the coupe, had the kids like ooh
No I don’t wear no Trues, but my pockets on Buddha
My chopper got a cooler, pull up, we bust your medula
Goddamn Lil Glock, you too hot
How you rack your bands and get another drop?
How you put all of them diamonds in your watch?
Why the fuck you go and get another charm?

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out

[Verse 2]
Same young nigga riding ’round with them rounds
You just the same nigga riding ’round talking down
Naw we don’t play around, turn your smile into a frown
Make my niggas clear the crowd
Run in when them guns sound (gang shit)
Ah shit, breaking news, he got hit with the tool
They came up on the block and then they popped him and got loose
They came up on the block and then they sweeped it like a broom
I came up off the block then turned all my rocks into jewels, bitch

[Chorus]
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out

smokepurpp – Geek A Lot

[Intro]
Lil Purpp, aye this shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

[Verse]
Wait, yeah I got rich
I could just fuck any bitch
Smokin’ on thoink with yo bitch
She say my gas really hit
Big choppas, ride with mad yoppas
She see the racks on the floor and she hop on my dick like she was a grasshopper
Gucci my kicks, I got designer from head to my kicks
Even my pants are designer, they Rick
Walk in the mall and spend a lil’ brick
I’m off the Xan and I’m off the drank
Look at my Backwood it’s full of that stank
Diamonds just water, they came from a tank
I pop a bean and get racks at the bank

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

A CHAL – Love N Hennessy (Remix) (feat. 2 Chainz & Nicky Jam)

[Chorus: A.CHAL]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
(Yah! 2 Chainz)
You the type of person eat your salad ‘fore your soup (woah)
You the type of person, don’t want no crib but want a coupe (goddamn)
Got your priorities twisted like some dreadlocks (dreadlocks)
Gucci coat deadstock
Got the Henny in a headlock (yah)
Ain’t no comparin’ me
The glare on me is rarity
VVS my clarity (clarity)
Ugly sweater charity (okay)
Dark liquor mafia
I see you through my ocular
I’m poppin’ shit, I’m popular
My heart is on Antarctica (tell ’em)
Now hollup, let me start it up
Ain’t no way you starvin’ us
Money long as MARTA bus
I’m drawin’ down the art of war
Hundred K, my Audemars
Fuck her ’til her body sore
Then I got her tits done
I took her to the body store (tru)
Doin’ things she ain’t ever tried before (tried)
Drivin’ cars she’ll never drive no more (drive)
And I just checked my inventory
Man, I got a lot in store
Yeah, I got a lot to pour, uh
Brought diamond rings to court, uh
Nothin’ they seen before, mm
I’m on a team that score, mm

[Chorus: A.CHAL]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Verse 2: A.CHAL]
In Miami on a Monday
Fucked up, thinkin’ where my life went
With her and she like Mariah
Canta when I get inside her
Mira allí I know
I don’t call back, yeah it’s me, I know
I’ve been so gone since when we last spoke
Doin’ what we did since when we last spoke

[Chorus: A.CHAL & Nicky Jam]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Verse 3: Nicky Jam]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo soy tu gallo, mami, y tú eres mi polla
You like it, baby, when I give you salsa Goya
Tú no sabe’ con el loco que te enrolla’
Yo te complazco pero el otro a ti te agobia
Love and some Hennessy
Yo sé como llevarte al éxtasis
I know you got a man, but I’m all you need
Before you never wanted love, now you callin’ me

[Chorus: A.CHAL]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me
Dame un poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Bridge: A.CHAL]
Woah, woah, woah
Fuego, fuego
Tú lo haces, pones to’, to’, to’
En mí, delante, and I want it
I’m the goat, goat, goat
When it comes to me and you, me tienes loco-co
Yo te busco en la noche, baby
Woah, woah, woah
Fuego, fuego
Tú lo haces, pones to’, to’, to’
En mí, delante, and I want it
I’m the goat, goat, goat
When it comes to me and you, me tienes loco-co
Yo te busco en la noche, baby

[Chorus: A.CHAL & Nicky Jam]
Dame un ‘e poco love with some Hennessy
You know I like it when you’re mad at me
I know you’re with him pero ven aquí
I know you’re with him but you’re callin’ me

[Outro: Nicky Jam]
Así que mami pide, ah, mami pide
Dale mami, pide, ah
Me gusta cuando pides
Mami dale, pide’
Lo que quiera’, pide, auh

Gunna – Almighty (feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Oh, H ’round my waist, I’m back rocking Hermes
Givenchy Air Forces, they cost me a bag
I rock a show, give some racks to my man
I eat the cake too, brought my bitch to the sand
I geek up my whips and live life on the edge
Slime out of town so I’m sipping this red
I cannot cap, these racks getting to my head
Young Gunna rappin’, I really was trappin’
My wrist need a napkin, Rolex got me wet
Drip they gon’ jack it, Marc Jacobs my jacket
Them folks had to test me, shit cost me some bread
European stitching, love shopping in France
She want a vacation, my bitch need a tan
Fear of God pants match my Fear of God Vans
You niggas weren’t there when I needed a hand

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I want the money, I don’t want no Tommy
My pockets stuffed, yeah I keep it on me
My whip a snow bunny, I love them blue hunnids
Brand new Masi and the the Bentley Armani
Bite that Lacoste, I jumped out the porch as a boss, yeah
Drinking Hi-Tech in the loft, raw
My bitch got a ass that’s soft
No, this ain’t no gas it’s cigar
I roll up backwood and gelato
I’m rocking Valentino with the red bottoms
Givenchy stars got me fucking a model
Poppin’ seals, we don’t drink bottles
Hustle hard about that almighty dollar
Try to play me, put that K to your collar
Snakes in the garden, my Gucci Mufasa
Pablo Juan bitch, I’m the plug like a charger

[Chorus: Gunna]
Whippin’ that Masi, pay me for the party
I don’t wear Ed Hardy, got drip on my body
Ten thousand ones for these strippers in Follies
Codeine I sip while I’m smoking exotic
Working like Gotti, my crew almighty
No TGI Fridays, eat five-star, we dining
All of my bitches want VVS diamonds
Throw racks in the club and start changing the climate

Clipse – Zen Lyrics

[Hook: Pusha T]
Is it them blings that make em watch us?
The awkward lean and them cars that’s topless
I got them things, I cut and chop it
I sell that ostrich, I’m so obnoxious, getting money say

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Hands got the bubble touch, bike with the double clutch
Two diamond jump ropes, my neck do the double dutch
Give a fuck about such and such
On behalf of the Re-Up Gang, I’m saying enough’s enough
Turn it, turn it, fire, burn it
Gram weight straight like a nigga just permed it
Pyrex and water, playa, how I earns it
Lame rap niggas I’m so not concerned with
On another level, my third bezel, my fourth gas pedal
55 on the back, I’m a daredevil
The course is paved, the watch is pavé
You niggas gotta love me, I’m something the lord made

[Verse 2: Sandman]
I got-gots to do it, do it
VVS, my jewelry don’t need no jury
To find me guilty, I stay gaudy
Pockets bulky, how can y’all fault me?
Ghost-ride it driver, what that mean?
You’re small, welly, nigga fuck that beam, Us that team
Touch that cream, digital scale, what’s that scheme?
(It’s all real) Don’t touch that thing (Fake!)
Niggas faces get flattened and clapped-in
Squad want action, Re-run, What’s Happening?
Every episode, the Tec exposed, Gotti body
Tsunami mamis, it’s gotta be why they watching

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Zen zen zen zen zen zen, zen zen zen
Zen zen zen zen zen zen (Getting money say)
Zen z-zen, zen zen, zen zen
Zen zen, zen zen zen z-z-zen

[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]
Now how that forearm glow on ’em, feeling so grown on ’em
I pitch work sorta like Nomo on ’em
Snow on ’em, cover my tracks, low on ’em
So on ’em, streets I, push blow on ’em
The car drop with the soft top like whoas on ’em
Rolls on ’em, go on ’em, I’m striking a pose on ’em
No opponent can come close, match tone on it
Flow on it, honed on it, I’m feeling that home owned it
It’s Liva, the rider, the man, they hang clothes on ’em
With the belt, the matching shoes, the G soles on ’em
I’m classic, the plastic got Os on ’em
I rolls on ’em, the self-murder doors close on ’em

[Verse 4: Malice]
Yeah, good gosh a-mighty
All we do is cook raw, push cars like Whitey
Like a moth to a flame it’s so inviting
To opposite sexes, the stones, so precious
Still in the Resi G4 Valieire
No diamond in that bezzi, I get grown-er every year
Pay me for that feature, that don’t make it family
All is see is blackface and you singing “Mammy”
I’m from the old school when the Gat was a jammy
Twin four-fifths, the resemblance is uncanny
I bust both in sync, y’all niggas hear me
Now that’s what I call the Big Bang Theory

[Hook + Bridge]

Manman Savage & Lil Uzi Vert – Big Face

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bitch I swear this is a Porsche, yeah
Stay up in your lane
I’m whippin’ it with my minorities, yeah
Yeah they movin’ ‘caine, yeah
We don’t move the same, yeah
I’ma do my thing, yeah
Better keep your mouth closed
We’ll shoot your brain, yeah
Yeah, um this gas got me so high, I thought it was laced
I was outside all the way from the morning
That bitch suck my dick and her tongue got no taste
VVS diamonds, that’s all on my face
I’m walkin’ right in, I ride with the bank
Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, missed it completely
I’m also Jamaican, I shoot with a bay

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh, yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

[Verse 2: ManMan Savage]
I just beat the case, they don’t know my name
They ain’t see my face, I ain’t leave a trace
If you talkin’ ’bout them Franklins let me see his face
If I cop that Rollie you know I’ma flood the face
I just copped a whip, took her on a trip
Fifty in the clip, I’ll let it rip
I heard he kissed her lips, my dick was on her lip
That was all bad, seen it all was sad
Nigga you’s a lame, better yet a fag
My niggas ran a train, choo choo on her ass
Nutted on her face, and nutted on her ass
I was on a xan, after that I crashed

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah
Rollie that’s big face, yeah
Diamonds flood the face, yeah
Why you kiss her face, yeah
‘Cause we dick her face, yeah
Goyard on my waist, yeah
Hundreds they blue face, yeah
Diamonds on my rings, yeah
Xannies ease the pain, yeah

Dave East – Legendary

Intro: DJ Holiday and Dave East]
Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga
Knock a little dust off this bitch
DJ Holiday
Dave East
King of Harlem
For all you niggas that hated
This yo’ karma, nigga
Uh
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds…

[Verse: Dave East]
Uh
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds on feeling like Killa Cam
Tell every nigga hating on me they could suck a dick
They know I could fuck they bitch
I probably hit me a hundred licks
We was really in that Crown Vic
All I need me is a down bitch
To take the product out of town quick
Can’t be nervous, you around this
Louis got me wearing brown kicks
Looking like I stepped in dog shit
Bringing all my niggas on the road with me, I ain’t chilling ’til we all rich
Nowadays, ain’t gotta call chicks
Porsche drop with the fog tints
Jumping out of it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walked in
I ain’t got time for the talking
Killed them early, that’s abortion
Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin
Told my driver back the Porsche in
You want a feature, can’t afford it
I bet I fuck her ’til the morning
This foreign like 100 horses
GG5 in the Backwood, got the car smelling like horse shit
All of my bitches is gorgeous
VVS is sitting flawless
I popped two percs and I’m nauseous
I got your bitch sitting court side
Fifty thousand to my lawyers the reason I’m sitting in court high
Karma
What goes around comes around, I hope you got some armor
Got yo’ bitch in Banihana, she tryna change me like Obama
Eyes on the Fendi monster, staring at you niggas staring at me
LV Supreme the bomb
Hot temper need to [?]
Most of my denim is Fear of God
Only thing I ever fear was God
It was so hard to go get it, y’all
If they had that powder, we get it hard
I ain’t got beef with no rap nigga
Say my name we gon’ go get him robbed
Diamonds cold like when the heater off
You got some money, nigga, we can talk
I don’t even take a weekend off
Everyday feel like a holiday
I’m only fucking with the legendary niggas, so I had to get with Holiday
I get the drop from a block away
You was that nigga, but not today
I’m in for the change, you here for the fame, if you in the game, learn how to play
All gas we don’t touch breaks
I wore Gucci for two months straight
12 pounds in a Mustang
Your hands never touched weight
Your hands never touched guap
Downtown on a dust block
Hear this blowin’ if this truck stop
Two words, nigga, "fuck cops"
Catch you lackin’ by the bus stop
Awaiting on your train, homie
Blue and whites askin’ ’bout me in the streets, but they ain’t got a thing on me
Just trappin’ like they ain’t on us
Not a day I step out and they ain’t on me
This nut in my pocket enormous
State to state with the Glock while I’m touring

[Outro: DJ Holiday]
This that Karma shit
All you lil niggas move over, let the big dogs eat
It’s the big dog table
You don’t belong here
Dave East
Shit
Holiday
East side of Harlem

Skeme – Red Coupe (feat. London Jae)

[Hook: London Jae]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 1: Skeme]
There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
I don’t need the brake shit
See i give the rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then i go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with chanel boots
That’s type of girl i can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Verse 2: Skeme]
Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
With the mimes
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don’t play with this plan
Because girl that’s a violation
Ain’t no time like the present baby
So what’s use of all that time wasting
VVS’s only shine crazy
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

[Hook]
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I’m on them bars and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

[Outro: Skeme]
I just to had tell you something baby
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You didn’t knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit

Desiigner – Thank God I Got It (feat. Mitus)

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 1]
Thank God I got it, thank God, yeah, nigga, I got it
Thank God, yeah, a nigga ain’t plottin’
Lil Yachty, yeah nigga count broccoli
I be gettin’, not stoppin’
Young nigga gettin’ money, no option
Red beam hit a nigga in traffic
Oh shit, more shit ‘fore I pour my ghost shit
Oh shit, more cham’, I’m pourin’ more shit
Life is fab, but I’m driven, focused
Niggas talk, but I quick reload shit
Make a million, hit ’em with the "oh shit"
Hit him with the oh o-shit
Pull back with the 4-5th
Forfeit make a nigga fo-quit
Everybody come up in the notion
I feel like Gotti
Nigga’s tourin’ and them niggas ain’t ’bout it
I get money and a nigga no option
Nigga talkin’ and the niggas start mobbin’
I feel like Gotti
I be ridin’ with the demons around me
Bugatti to McLaren, ‘Rari
Roll fast, mami, just watch me
I feel like Gotti
Hundred Xans, get to lick off her body
Percocets give me sex in the lobby
Hundred trends, yeah the trends, they watchin’
I feel like Gotti
I can see it, just believe it inside me
I can see it, just believe in and ride me
Hundred trends, see a champion got this

[Chorus]
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I do
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I’m ‘posed to
Thank God I got it, thank God I got it
Thank God I get how I want to

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I get it
I don’t know about wifey
Bad bitch right beside me
I get high when I’m writing
We get high in this space ship all night lay with me driving
When she wrong Imma right it
I beat it up like I’m Tyson
I beat it up like I’m Michael
I wanna make a Ms. Jackson
We riding fast in that Aston
The love life not crashin’
Take me to yourself
‘fore a minute swear I see heaven
You wanna live it how I live it whip it like a G, the chopper keep blastin’ it
Chop booty, keep dancing it
Dance club keep laughing it
Head right, live fast in here
Everybody start to gold diggin’
Ball hard, I’m a champion
Ball hard ’til the damage done
Live life ’til the day is done
Ball hard with my number one

[Hook]
Yeah yeah
Champion
I’m I’m a champion

[Beat Switch]

[Refrain]
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long
What you want?
So long

[Verse 3]
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell they can’t stop me, no way
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hit as they go away
I get the flowest
I get the weed and I float away*
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
‘member the days we used to keep the covers sleep on the floor way
Rain dance, rain dancing
Rich boy, play dazing

[Verse 4]
I can be raw let you ride here
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts beside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me
Yeah we ball, we riding
VVS, all these diamonds
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Only think about it, whatever we do we all in private
Keeping your thoughts inside me
Keeping your thoughts behind me

[Outro]
Yeah, remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way
Gettin’ top Kawasaki
Oh yeah call me Papi
Hell yea can’t stop me
I get the money, get it then I flip it now the city know it
Everybody talkin’ shit can’t make the hits go away
I get the flowest
I get beating a flow
I get that real shit, real shit
Talking like oh yea
I get that dope cat, dope cats
Talking like old way
Remember them old ways
Lock out that door-way

Pouya & Fat Nick – Undecided

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
These perkys got me living now
If 5 figures try to book me, nah
Down three oxys I can feel it now
Pop shot out the uzi, blood gon’ hit the ground
Who could’ve picture all this, hoe
My diamonds are shinin’ they glow, woah
Fucking her sister, let’s go, low
I’m smoking, I’m sippin alone, choke
Remixing on bricks I drink clone, foam
Call up my plug he bring more, smoke
Pint after pint hit the road, moan
[?]

[Verse 2: Pouya]
I just came through with the fully loaded magazine
To blow everyone’s brain on the wall
My friends don’t fuck with your friends at all
Fuck the world, we gon’ break the law
Fuck your momma, gon’ break her jaw
Stay in my corner like a loner
Money longer, Pistol up
Hold up, fuckboy I’m on it
Lay a fuckboy on his coffin
For talking, too loud in my office
Gotta’ be cautious, when I’m walking
Can’t trust another man too often
You can’t fix a mind
As fucked up as mine
You can get your life taken any time

[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
Tommy spraying, keep them bullets raining
All my diamonds dancing, boy I know you hatin’
I don’t need no bitch, Purrp thirty taking
Now six figures, your bitch faded
Rick owens step, I just blew a check
VVS hang
Spending check, come fuck my neck
No, no, can’t come close
[?]
Your bitch on some dick
CAL load and don’t spit
Uzi loaded, my bands folded
She plugged a perc and this bitch goin’
This suicidal, my damn mind
You ain’t got money, I ain’t got time

[Chorus: Pouya]
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you got me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide
I see through that smile, I know you dead inside
Diamonds on my neck and labels on my line
I see demons in your eyes, you want me crucified
Do we want money, pussy, power?
We cannot decide