Tee Grizzley – Tee Grizzley x Offset x London Lyrics

[Intro]
We got London On Da Track

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Smoking up [??], lungs open up
Jumping in that pussy like it’s double dutch (ugh)
Drop a trace of [??] in my double cup (double cup)
Hit it with the fork, I beat it upper cut
[??] burn up on they knees (woo)
Frost up in my AP, double it up with Patek Phillipe (Phillipe)
Murder while he sleep like Freddy Kruger, Elm Street (arrgh)
Hundreds like I’m neat (neat)
Fuck ’em by the three (three)
Pockets on Monique (Monique)
We got stripes like referees (stripes)
Shawty so petitie but suck the dick just like a leech (woo)
Moonwalk on the bitch like Billie Jean, she [??] my feet (woo)
My drip is [??] hundreds what I seek
Perfect physique, I tape a brick off to your cheek (brick)
Trapping out the bando, we got blow just like a leaf (blow)
Chopper get to eating, biting, we gon’ have a feast (argh)
Golden ticket, [??] speak unless it’s brief

[Hook: Tee Grizzley]
Them niggas driving slow, jump in a new lane (get over bro)
This a Bentayga not a Mulsane (the Bentley)
No rachet bitches, [??], this my new gang (don’t talk)
Blew a nigga life savings on this coupe, damn
Get her back to the crib, she gon’ open up (she open)
That bitch told you she don’t smoke, she right here rolling up (we [??])
She suck me off before we left, she ain’t hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can’t go with us

Lil Baby – Boss Bitch lyrics

(feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I made a hunnid in two days, neighbour trippin’ cause I keep the door swangin’
I drop a mixtape today, they gon’ be thinking I got me a ghostwriter
AMG on the floor like a low rider
Having rich arguments my whole problem
Running money up I don’t see nobody
Buying lawyers for both of the [?]
Tennis chains on fleek, I could wear a new piece every week
Me and my diamonds all on pee, point
Ask about me [?]
Hit the bitch Curry, three-point
I can’t hit them all so I Pikachu
I don’t text ’em I just stick and move
Fresh pair of Loubs

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Forty pointers that’s a waffle cart
Ice cubes on my neck like my styrofoam
Drip, dripping like that it’s the shower on
Them ain’t real, them diamonds are rhinestones
I’m straight I got the iron now
Too many hoes bought another phone
I apologise, AP honeycomb
Shorty walking round with like three hunnid on
Baby vanilla, my rose gold match the Gucci with rose petal
Trapper of the year I need a gold medal
You know the water make the pussy get wetter
Ooh, can’t name a nigga that do it better
I got too many hoes like I’m Hugh Hefner
Different foreign bitches, I’ma put ’em together
Yeah they know I’m a trendsetter

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

Lil Baby – Intro (Harder Than Ever) lyrics

[Intro]
Know im sayin’
This that new wave shit know what im sayin’
This that new wave shit ya dig (4 Pockets full know what i’m saying, free the gang)

[Verse 1]
Im smoking loud this that moonrock
They tryna sue cause i’m gettin’ paper
I dropped out of school and get no education
My momma she happy cause I finally made it
She living better [?] is full
Buy her a Bentayga Bentley truck
With an AP today tomorrow switch it up
Honeycomb diamonds VVS’s cut
Standing on stage, I really came from nothing
I took me a break, don’t mean i’m getting rusty
I’m gaining this weight they say i’m getting husty
I stand on front line I’m all about the [?]
I go where I want, no one better not fuck with me
Stand in the glizzy shoot til’ it’s empty
I come from the projects jumping over fences
I found me a plug and went and made a killing
I think we in love we shoot his ass and children
Them narcs I been sipping got to have me trippin
I think im the plate I need to reinvent me
I handle my business now i’m worth some millions
Remember the safe deposit vault was empty
Them niggas weren’t fucking with me they weren’t friendly
If you went with me back then then you ain’t seeing no [?]
We like Kanye and Kim, you like Bobby and Whitney
Real dope boy I ain’t nothing’ like the weirdos
Never seen me putting on no weird clothes
It cost a lil more when it’s real gold
We already up keep the field goal
Remember that day that I lost all that cake

Playboi Carti – FlatBed Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh! Buh!
Pussy man I smoke that organic
Fendi down I’m smoking organic

[Verse]
Effin and I’m smoking organic
She menaging, need some more breath
I got smoke all in the air
Fuck this up and you get left
(Fuck it up and air it out!)
AP on my fucking left
Stack it up right on the shelf
Yo bitch look for me in ya
I got drip all in this walk
I got cash, I let it walk
I’ma do this by myself
On the jet by by myself
I touchdown and shoot the gas tank
I touchdown and get my fingers wet
My bitch giving G.O.A.T. head
Riding ’round on mopeds
My bitch off the percocets
Pop that bean and count them deads
Yeah she suck me I can’t feel my legs
My bih yucky, she don’t use no hands
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
Dancefloor wit the diamonds dancing
That where you can’t buy them bags
In LA I smoke that gas
In LA in link with slatt
Them bitch we keep, she gave it back
I fuck that bitch and gave her back
I nut on her, she make me ‘lax
That gun on me I cannot lack
Your bitch right, she got it clapped
Looking dap boy, young gone get clapped
I took that lil boy right off the map
We killed that boy right here, right in the trap
I am on lean, I fucked around and relapsed
I fucked that bih, he running round in laps
You touchdown in my city, you better tap
That bitch right here, she know she gotta tap
I seen that bitch runnin’ round in Nudy cat
That bitch with me and now she on that pack
Im in south side, and I’m weighin’ the crack
I’m in south side, yeah, and I got the gat
I’m in south side, and I hang with blatt
I’m in south side, yeah, yeah, yea,h yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
One more pint, one more pint
Too much lean, too much ice
One more pint, one more pint

Famous Dex – CEO Lyrics

[Intro: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Yeah (you know)
Ah, had to sip that lemon water, you know
Talk my shit heavily (yeah, heavily, man)
Lotta shit changed in the past few years, you know
Less friends, more money though (yeah, what)
Huh, count up
Huh, yeah (skrrt)
Uh, yeah (skrrt, talk your shit, Chino)

[Verse 1: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, Balenciaga runners (yeah)
Huh, put in hours just like a trucker
Man, I don’t fuck with suckas (skrrt, skrrt)
Huh, came up in this rap shit, they say I lucked up
Man, they got me fucked up (got me fucked up)
Huh, my man got it fucked up (ha)
Huh, shoot ’em head to buckets (Dexter)
And we causin’ ruckus (ha, yeah, what)
Ooh, these bitches wanna fuck me (they do)
Ha, got three kids, gota AP (ooh), hell nah can’t fuck me (nah baby girl, uh)
Ha, trappin’ on the block with a Glock (what), hell nah it ain’t rusty (bow)
Ha, run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’, huh (bow, bow, bow)
Run up on me, yeah I’m bustin’ (what)
Ha, ooh, pop a molly, bustin’, ooh, what

[Verse 2: Pachino & Famous Dex]
Uh, joggers tight but the money fit
He got indicted with a hundred grips (yeah)
Got fly miles, took a hundred trips (nyoom)
Huh, what? A hundred trips (oh man god damn)
Hundred bands, yeah I run the shit
Huh, I got the trap, it’s bustin’ (what, uh)
12 try to kick my door and shit (what)
Wait, I had to call my cousin, huh (yeah)
Skrrt in the Lambo (skrrt, skrrt)
Got a lil’ bitch, she a cute hoe
Diamonds like rainbow (rainbow)
Oh, yeah where the money go? (Ooh)
I’m like, yeah where the money go?

[Verse 3: Pachino & Famous Dex]
The money we spent it, we got it back (we got it)
Talkin’ that trap, did a lot of that (yeah)
We throwin’ out packs like a quarterback (skrrt)
And we catchin’ that ball like a running back (nyoom)
Talkin’ this rap shit
You know you my son with that (that’s my lil’ nigga)
My man got that .45, and we’ll make him jump with that (pew, pew, pew)
He talkin’ that tough shit
And we’ll make him run with that (pew, what)
His bitch outside, I bet you he won’t get his lover back (oh man god damn, ooh, ha, what)

[Verse 4: Famous Dex]
Ha, she a thot, thot, thot, thot, huh (ooh)
Ooh, ha, she on my cock, cock, cock (what)
Ooh, I was trappin’ on the block, ooh (a block)
Puttin’ dope in my sock, ooh, huh (my sock, what, ooh)
Used to keep a Glock, ooh (ha, yeah, what)
Red beam on the Glock, ooh, huh (oh man god damn)
Had to stop the shit, yeah (ooh, huh)
Had me a kid, so I had to get rich (what)
Huh, yeah, shout out to Rich (ooh)
Huh, that’s my brother, lil’ bitch (that’s my brother, lil’ bitch)
What, yeah, don’t blame me
Huh, yeah, diamonds on my teeth (my what)
Huh, yeah, the boy wannabe
Huh, but he can’t be like me (ha, what)

[Outro: Famous Dex & Pachino]
Ha, yeah
What, yeah, ha (ha, what)
Dexter and Chino, huh (know what the fuck goin’ on, man)
Every time we do music, this shit go (Chino man, milli gang, CEO shit)
Ha, Dexter and Chino, huh
Every time we do music, this shit go
Huh, yeah, huh, what
Milli gang shit, ha
DDB, bitch
What, your bitch shit, ooh
CEO shit, ooh, a what, yeah, yeah, huh (CEO shit, CEO shit, CEO shit)
Milli gang shit, yeah
DDB shit
Yeah, know we run shit
Yeah, know I’m done shit, yeah (we did this shit in like two minutes man, stop fuckin’ playin’)
Know what I’m sayin’ (haha, bitch ass niggas)
Yeah, milli gang DDB shit, you know what I’m sayin’
Take your books out, yeah

Tee Grizzley – 2 Vaults Lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Young Thug]
We got London on da Track
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I need two vaults
With the two cars
What that coupe cost?
Get that tool off
What your jewels cost?
What that coupe cost?
I need two vaults
I’m the new Hulk

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Hit your bitch and give her back, now she yours again (she yours)
Back to back in them Ferraris, we stay horseplayin’ (skrrt)
Run up on us and the morgue gon’ have corpses in
Harvard student doin’ my taxes, I got dork friends
I put rings on them hundreds, bitch, I married them (bitch, I married them)
You see my niggas, money and ice everywhere on them (that shit everywhere)
And we fuck each other’s hoes ’cause we don’t cherish them (that’s a fact)
But we gon’ leak out that info, we can’t embarrass them (we got y’all covered)
Can’t leave the country, but I got my beat from London (got my beat from London)
These niggas talk but see me out and ain’t on nothin’ (ain’t on shit)
I’m in the stu, I need a Perc’, go get the runner
You got shooters, I got hunters, you got twenties, I got hundreds, nigga

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Wire 200 to Izzy, get my ice here (overnight)
These niggas plastic, y’all as real as Buzz Lightyear
Nigga say he got that dope, then what the price is? (What the price is?)
I don’t drink, but it’s for sale, we got pints in (we got pints in)
We got Tech in (we got Tech), we got Act’ in (we got Act’)
.45 bullets jammed in that MAC-10
They don’t check none of the artists, so I’m packin’
It’s a problem, then you’ll see me get crackin’ (shoot somethin’)
Addy 212, bitch, what’s brackin’ (what’s good?)
I might be in the Escalade but I ain’t lackin’ (know it’s on me)
Put that bag on you, act like I don’t know what happened (damn, straight up)
I hear the story, be like, “Damn, that was tragic” (That’s fucked up)

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, Lil Boat, ayy
I’m still under 21, so I can’t cop a pistol (yeah)
But them choppas in my name and they can’t wait to hit you
Crib came with a court and some legal fishes (yeah)
Carrot cake around my neck, VS1 the crystals
Extended magazines (damn), chauffeured limosines (damn)
Before I dropped out, I fucked the daughter of the dean (I did)
65 thousand dollars in a nigga’s jeans
Ball like Sefolosha (yeah), skrrt the Testarosa (yeah)
Nigga all about the guap like a stock broker (yeah)
Brother with me and he shootin’, no damn focus
Every bitch I ever fucked with was mad older (for real)
Had to keep this shit player like the OG Yoda, Lil Boat

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Too much money, I need like two vaults (I need two)
Stacks big and green, I call my pockets the new Hulk
We don’t pay attention to no loose talk
Shoot that choppa hundred times, I had to let it cool off
Diamonds dancin’ on me, doin’ the moonwalk (drip)
Can’t wear my AP, I had to let it cool off (drip)
Almost died from pneumonia, had to take my jewels off
We don’t argue with these niggas, we just let them tools talk

Rae Sremmurd – Close lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
30, you a fool for this one
Oh, C-L-O-S-E
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
One rope in the chain, yeah, lightin’ propane, yeah
Dousin’ the flame, yeah, bounce for some change, yeah
Gang can’t be tamed, yeah, ice in our veins, yeah
Somethin’ feels strange, this cup is dangerous
Somethin’ ain’t right, dawg (yeah), we in too easy (yeah)
Been here all night, dawg, really, I’m tweakin’, yeah (it’s lit)
Lookin’ to pipe some, ass in the party, look like a pageant (pop it)
If we gon’ fight some, beat it and dash it, lawyer do magic (alright)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Lowrider, my avenue (ooh)
But that truck’s not up my avenue (no)
You cried and said, “Look what you made me do” (you made me do)
It’s not my fault that I don’t wanna end up screwed (screwed)
And everything I’m tryna say, you beat me to it (to it)
And all the ups and all the downs, we have been through it (through it)
Now you’re C-L-O-S-E (you’re too close)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
C-L-O-S-E (it’s ruined)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
C-L-O-S-E to me (it’s ruined)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe?
C-L-O-S-E
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (yeah, C-L-O-S-E)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E (yeah)

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Jxm, ayy
You know I’m a dog and I can’t control it
Wanna settle some debt but not at the moment
I’ma stack up the cake like Obama told me
Niggas smile in your face and they’re not your homie (too close)
Makin’ me claustrophobic
Bust down the AP and wet the Rollie
Stop callin’ me “brother,” you barely know me
Don’t tell me you love me, you gotta show me (show me you love me)
I’m so anti (Jxm), gotta get packed to go outside (woo)
Blowin’ on the strong like how high (blowin’ on strong)
Haters still watch from the sideline (haters still watchin’)
Sremm and La Flame on the incline (incline)
Mixin’ up brands, it’s drip time (drip)
Stuck to the plan, had to get mine (get mine)
Stayed down and it paid off big time

[Bridge: Swae Lee]
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs
So many, so many drugs
You only get so many, so many drugs

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
C-L-O-S-E (ooh)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you know)
C-L-O-S-E to me (you made me do)
I mean, seriously, can I breathe? (Ooh)
C-L-O-S-E (through it)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (through it)
You’re too C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re too close)
You’re so C-L-O-S-E to me (you’re so close)

Post Malone – Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
I made my first million, I’m like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent’
And I’m like "woah"
Man, my dash so goddamn cold
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
My money thick, won’t ever fold
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
And I can never tell you no

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
We’re hittin’ lil’ mamas, she wanna have my babies
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
Just one swish, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo
Dolla Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Saint Laurent jean, still in my Vans though
All VVSs, put you in a necklace
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

Rich The Kid – Early Morning Trappin (feat. Trippie Redd)

[Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid]
I told you, man, I told you! Don’t fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn’t listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
Huh
Money way, only way, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Lil bitch

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Like I know the dots
I’ma beat her box, beatin’ off her fuckin’ socks
30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
I be whippin’ rocks, fiends and me, they sniffin’ rocks
I’m a trapstar, ayy
Hope I don’t crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, it really is a fast car
It’s a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art
Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
Makin’ art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (yeah)
More Act’ in the Simply, whese niggas in line to get to the milli’ (whoa)
AP two-tone, she suckin’ my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
I’m sendin’ her right home (Huh, what?)
She bad and boujee, gon’ whip up a birdie
My cup is so dirty (lean)
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
I’m trappin’ the 30 (30)
I don’t do no cap’n (cap’n)
Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
They was hatin’, I was rackin’, stackin’ and relaxin’
Dream might get a hundred bands, now I’m ridin’ ’round in the Lamb
She bad and boujee, I’m makin’ movies, might fuck a bitch on cam
I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup), I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt, that’s when she poppin’ the Perc’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

Tee Grizzley – Don’t Even Trip Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
All bark no bite, that’s what these niggas is, hol’ up
Put my whole neck on ice, that’s what my jeweler did
Bust down pour, bust down beer, all of my charms
Patek on my left, AP on my right, all on my arms
Miami too hot, tell her plug in the Boca Raton
Just got on parole, I hit the dope once, I choked up a lung
Take a nigga bitch, get deep in (deep in)
Instagram hoes wanna meet him
If she ain’t talkin’ ’bout eatin’ him (bitch eat it)
Leave that bitch in the DM
Just had a meeting with Diddy (Diddy), Durky a took me to Izzy
I go to sleep wi’ [?] (sleep), used to mix Nikey with Dickey
Came a long way from my city (Detroit), I made it outta them trenches (them trenches)
Used to wear my uncle’s hoodies and fitteds, even though I couldn’t fit em’
Now I’m makin’ moves, daily with the Glock out, lookin’ for niggas, they not out
I’m killin’ them niggas, they pop out, bitch I’m stick, get knocked down

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flick, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
My ice like Klondike (What the hoe doin’?), got your bitch shiverin’
AP that’s a suicide slush (all flavors), wet floor, slippery
I got the bag like Migos and Gucci (I get the bag)
She rob a bag Emilio Pucci (Pucci)
Don’t even trip, you know where she at
I just want the top, I uber her back
This big ol’ clip in the way of my drip
Diamonds they hard, I busted my lip
If I feel disrespected, this draco gon’ rip
I got the foreigns and guns like [?]
Ye, two hunnid grand (what it do?), broke my rubber band (What else?)
Half a ticket cash, it won’t [?] (what my wrist cost)
Two shows, one night, that’s a eighty piece (yeah right)
Four sprites, two pints, I pour eight a piece
Strapped up to the teeth, my enemies prayin’ for piece
My grill lookin’ busy, and you know I’m from Memphis I’m fuckin’ with Grizzley

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip when you see how that water be dripping all over the Prezzy (splash, splash)
Wait, let me talk to the ladies, gotta put this in perspective
Don’t fuck with me if you expectin’ for me to keep callin’ and textin’
Fuck her then go for her bestie, got that bitch callin’ me messy
Necklace, heavy, pointers, carats
She seen it, starin’, got caught, embarrassed
Location, send it, go get her, mansion
No panties, erection, naked, hol’ up, catch it
Slide the wraith up and down the lines when the sun outside
When I’m in your town I need 40 thousand just to come outside
Neck gon’ glow, wrist gon’ dance, two hunnid bands, what’s my advance
I blew that shit in a month and a half, made it right back and I blew it again
If I want to I can do it again, run up on me, I’ma shoot at his head
Shoot at his face, I got that drake, beat my case, free Tay-K
Me and Lil D, body the beast, MAC in the cut, put you to sleep
Think shit, sweet, you gon’ bleed, bitch don’t even trip

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
That’s a hunnid bands, two hunnid bands
Shit won’t fall (shit won’t fall), shit won’t spill (shit won’t spill)
Three hunnid bands, four hunnid bands
Half a M (half a mil), no advance

[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip), don’t even trip
Look at my fit, that’s too much drip, don’t even trip (that’s too much drip)
I only hit once, then steal your bitch, don’t even trip (steal your bitch)
I got that stick, I’m surgical with it, don’t even trip
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
She just wanna flip, then steal your bitch (steal your bitch)
Don’t even trip (don’t even trip in this bitch), don’t even trip
I got that stick, nigga don’t even flinch (don’t even flinch in this bitch)

Alex Aiono – Psycho, God’s Plan & Look Alive Mashup Lyrics

Psycho by Post Malone

Damn, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
Made my first million, I’m like, “Damn, this is it,” ayy
30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy
And I had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Out the window of the Benzo, we could send in the rent’
And I’m like “Woah, man, my neck so goddamn cold”
Diamonds weigh, my teeths is sore
I got homies, let it blow, oh

God’s Plan by Drake

She said, “Do you love me?” I tell her, “Only partly”
I only love my bed and my momma, I’m sorry
Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me
81, they’ll bring the crashers to the party
And you know me
Turn the O2 into the O3, dog
Without 40, Oli, there’d be no me
Imagine if I never met the broskies, oh

God’s plan, God’s plan
I can’t do this on my own, on my own
Someone watchin’ this is close, this is close
I’ve been me since Scarlett Road

Look Alive by BlocBoy JB

901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive
Yeah they came up on this side, now they on the other side
Oh well, forget ’em, dawg, we gon’ see how hard they ride
I get racks to go outside and then I split it with the guys
We up on the other side, so I did actin’ like we tied
I’ve been gone since, like, July, so I did actin’ like I died

Mixed

Yeah they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
It’s a lot of bad things
That they wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’ and wishin’
They wishin’ on me
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though

21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip

Bijan 4 The 1 Time
Metro Boomin’ want some more, nigga!

[Offset:]
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Poppin’ but you really not ‘gone shoot
Ninety pointers [?] my diamonds look like hula hoops
Hope in my Bentayga, Hennessy [?] masseuse
Balenciaga, [?], Valentino boots
It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape
And worry ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulate
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it
Put the iron on it, if a nigga my opponent
My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it
I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five-hundred thou’ on me

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Told the fam, "Got the gang with me"
Bought my purple [?], got some rain on it
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division
Amateur brain, yeah we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s apocalypse
I met your mandatory, I’m told that means I had to get it
My shooter keep begging "please," he’s ready to wack a nigga
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga
I’m giving your ho away, like she a raffle, nigga
We go at it, then we ‘gone play with the plastic stretchers

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I’m tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Asian Doll – Road Runner

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
I’m a runner to the money
Count digits and shit, that’s sunny
I get more than ever wanted
Eat dinner, I’m bout my Funyuns
I ain’t speaking on these bitches
Less hundreds, just in the duffle
More important
Sit in meetings and tell ‘em don’t move a muscle
Now I’m ballin’, all my exes don’t call ‘em or send a message (hello?)
Can’t sex ‘em or arrest ‘em
I promise I’m somewhere flexing
Add it up, then load the western
I’m fiending the latest stretch up
Bop these bitches on the daily
Don’t trust ‘em, these girls be faking
I smoke inner dope and outer dope
My money long, no uzi song
Tatted on his face, he tried to hit me with the baby strokes
Uno up you, losing hoe
Paid in full, Margiela’s on
He ain’t rocking, you ain’t popping
I’ma walk in, vibe alone
I ain’t friendly, but I’m pretty, little bitch pick your face up
You ain’t got no money, cause you funny, get your weight up
Fuck a nine to five, you ain’t no lick you better shake some
Hating on me, a different wave, you could never take none

[Chorus]
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh!)
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh!)
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?

[Verse 2]
Bitch!
I got thirties, I got k’s, bitch I get slayed
Nigga on my tip, want to fuck me on another day
Off the henny, so she get loose
Diamond studs up on my shoe
AP light, I lit the booth
Back and forth, what you gon’ do?
Bitches fake, bitches opps
Bust her top like she a pop
Kiss my ass, I’m at the top
Ain’t give me shit, I had to watch
Petty rumors is deceiving
Drop the top, let’s pave the ceiling
Maybe but just keep him willing
Drop them tapes, them shits be killing
Hating on me, you broke
Lil’ bitch did some money sport
You gon’ have to pick a source
You gon’ have to get endorsed
Keep it G, I’m a freak
I might let him lick my feet
Put your head up on the seat
Run your mouth, you get deceased
I ain’t waiting for it
If the doll’s in this bitch, he gon’ pay for it
Put your nigga on my roster, I’m gon’ take yours
I ain’t fighting for no title, I just claim it
Really banging, really cocky if you hate me (bitch)

[Chorus]
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I’m a road runner, I be running to the money (uh)
I ain’t sweating a nigga who ain’t balling I ain’t calling ‘em
Ain’t no love, in the money, honey why you stalking ‘em?

Migos – Stir Fry

[Intro: Quavo]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof)
Trap nigga with the chickens like Popeye’s (Popeye’s)
Money changin’ colors like tie-dye (tie-dye)
I’m just tryna get it, I ain’t tryna die (whoa)
She got a big ol’ onion booty, make the world cry (cry)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Hold them bands down (hey)
Hold your mans down (hey)
Who told you come around? (who?)
This that trap sound (trap)
Designer clothes (clothes), fashion shows (shows)
Trap house (house), made of gold (gold)
Control the bag now (control it)
No need to brag now (no need)
Ayy, put the mask down (mask)
We livin’ fast now (fast)
Finest hoes (finest), wrist froze (froze)
We can go (we can), coast to coast (coast)

[Hook: Quavo & Offset]
Watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (yeah, woo, woo, woo, roof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it) (Offset)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Gon’ whip it, intermission, let the birds fly (brrr)
I get money, tunnel vision through my third eye (money)
In that skillet, watch me flip it like it’s Five Guys (flip it)
Look at my pilgrim, check out the ceiling, look at the blue sky (skrrt)
Icy Patek, check, yeah, boogers, they sit on my neck (ice)
I don’t regret shit, yeah, I’m petty and I don’t got a debt
You crawl ‘fore you walk, you can ball every week
For my dogs ‘hind the wall, we gon’ ball when you free (ball)
Stop watchin’ me, democracy, you wanna copy me (you watchin’)
Life’s Monopoly, go cop me some land and some property (property)
AP, Rolls, pink diamonds, whoa
Whip up the soda, diamonds off the Royce (hey)

[Hook: Quavo]
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time, yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
In the kitchen, curry chicken, call it stir-fry
Takeoff, I’m the bird keeper, let the birds fly
Why’s tryna take my prize?
You a dead guy
Of course, I gotta keep watch out through my bird eye
No casket, drop dead fresh and I got dead guys
Don’t discriminate, ballplayers come in all sizes
Finger roll, post move or the pick and roll
They mad the way we win, they think we used a cheat code
Why you keep lookin’ at me?
I feel like niggas got static
It must be the Patek, pockets blue cheese, I’m in the kitchen

[Hook: Quavo]
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
Keep watchin’ me whip up, still be real and famous
Dance with my dogs in the night time yeah (wroof)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (whip it)
In the kitchen, wrist twistin’ like a stir fry (wroof)

Famous Dex Feat. NBA YoungBoy – “In The Bank” Lyrics

(Intro)
Dexter
Check your access (Check your access)
Dexter
Uh woah
Ear Drummers
Ooh, uh
All this money, I might hide it in the bank
Know what I’m sayin’?
What we doin’?
Diamonds one me, f*ck around and make ’em
Dex Meet Dexter
Uh woah, uh Dexter, wait

(Chorus)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the what?)
Diamonds on me, f*ck around and make you faint (f*ck around and make you faint)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (ooh)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with this (you can’t hang, Dexter)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the bank)
Diamonds on me, f*ck around and make you faint (make you faint, uh yeah)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (same sh*t)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with us (uh what, Dexter)

(Verse 1)
All these Maybachs, I can’t pull up at the lot (at the lot)
Money callin’, man, I gotta get that guap (get that gwap)
Bad b*tch, classic b*tch, but she a thot (yeah, what, uh wait)
Whack a opp, catch a opp (what), I got my mop (yeah, uh Dexter)
I’m the leader of the wave (I am)
Too many chains like a slave (uh woah)
AP 80k, I was just broke just the other day (woah)
I get that money the other way
f*ck your lil b*tch, tell her andalé
Swear they ain’t hear me (what)
AP cost a million (it do)
Bands so high, need a ceiling (Dexter)

(Chorus)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the what?)
Diamonds on m, f*ck around and make you faint (f*ck around and make you faint)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (ooh)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with this (you can’t hang, Dexter)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the bank)
Diamonds on me, f*ck around and make you faint (make you faint, uh yeah)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (same sh*t)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with us (uh what, Dexter)

(Verse 2)
VVSs on my chain
4 the [?] on my ring
I pulled up with the gang
And we hop out with that thang
You know that we play with them Ks
Lil n*gg*, don’t get in my way
f*ck around and get shot in your face
If you try to stop me from gettin’ paid
Tell him run up on me, boy, I dare him
All this money got these b*tches starin’
n*gg*s hate and I ain’t carin’
Try to rob me, I’ma slay him
I tell ’em everything sell
I know that they hate, I prevail
Boosie said I’d never fail
I’m still screamin’ f*ck 12
Yeah, I know you smell the smell
Me and Dex takin’ over the year
Now I’m one that’s on XXL
But we still runnin’ ’round, causin’ hell
NBA all over the gear
Rich Forever, n*gg*, that’s what it is
You ain’t with it, n*gg*, you’ll go tell
Whole lotta money, n*gg*, flexin’ for real

(Chorus)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the what?)
Diamonds on me, f*ck around and make you faint (f*ck around and make you faint)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (ooh)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with this (you can’t hang, Dexter)
All this money, I might hide it in the bank (hide it in the bank)
Diamonds on me, f*ck around and make you faint (make you faint, uh yeah)
Talkin’ money, yeah, I be on that same sh*t (same sh*t)
With my gang, b*tch, we dangerous, you can’t hang with us (uh what, Dexter)

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Migos – Supastars

[Intro: Quavo]
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah
(Buddha Bless this beat)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Pockets lettuce, uh
Bitch, don’t think I’m ready, uh uh
You got that swag (drip!)
You got that sauce then sell it, uh uh
Free my niggas, cash ’em out we bailin’ (free)
Saw my teacher, I was the same student, failin’
Now I got a lawyer, straight cash, no settlement
I’m out my element, out my, out my element (woo!)
My niggas the same, don’t need no clout, no fame (no clout, no clout)
Bought the gang, all brand new chains (ice, ice)
Swerve the lane, call the group "the gang" (gang, gang)
Whip that thing, then she give me brain (ooh, yeah)
Them boys fool you tryna do it, bring the toolies out (try and do it)
Niggas don’t want no smoke, they pull up with they coochies out
It’s times three, it’s times three, that’s how it goes (three-way, yeah)
Park a million dollars at the bando (skrrt, skrrt)
We gon’ make ’em eat that dope until we go (eat it up, eat it up)
Rich niggas straight to the top floor (top)
On more PJs than Pablo
Wrist like water go to Cabo
Cash in the walls, hollow (cash)
Your money too small, micro (woo)
Huncho on the call, gotta reload (reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Ice the gang (ice), had to ice the gang (ice)
So much ice (too much), had to ice the lane (whew)
Freeze to death (freeze), had to freeze the lane (freeze)
Camera phone, Scarface, Al Capone (Al Capone)
Turn your lights off, nigga, we’ve been on (been on)
Came from my block and growed up, guess I’m homegrown (homegrown)
Well known, cookie, that is my cologne (cookie, cookie)
I put my wrist inside the freezer, came out froze (ice, ice)
I put my heart inside this shit ’cause I was chose (heart, chose)
I put my heart inside and only God knows (God knows)
Get a Kleenex for that baby, wipe his nose (I wiped his nose)
What’s a leg? We shootin’ heads ’til they explode (reload)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Offset!
Wraith with the stars out (Wraith)
Trappin’ out the boarded house (hey)
The bricks get deported out (deported)
Niggas grouped out for a shout
Marvin the Martian (Martian), I’ma put your brain up for auction (brrt)
Precede with caution (caution), skeleton AP is frosted (skeleton)
I sit back and read the offense (read), my ho is addicted to faucets (woo)
Chanel bag is ostrich (Chanel), stay down, come up in the process (stay down)
Hey, private jet, yeah, thotty wanna fuck the same sex, yeah
Diamond mill’ mill’, yeah, I’ma keep the bitch on welfare (woo, woo)
The pink stone real rare (rare), bling bling blaow, yeah (bling bling)
Mama got style, yeah (style), Chanel reptile, player (hey)
Geeked on Mars, gotta give the grace up to God (grace to God)
Three rockstars, nobody seein’ the gang, on God (God)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Superstars, superstars, superstars out
Brand new cars (skrrt), we buy the bar now
Swang doors now (skrrt), fuck on hoes now (smash)
Tats and golds (tats), rock the shows, uh
Big bank rolls (cash!), now she go, uh
For the team, uh (woo)
Now she wet, don’t ski (splash!)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)
Thinkin’ ’bout postin’ her on the ‘Gram, and delete her (delete it!)
Whole gang in the field, we don’t do bleachers (uh)

Young Thug – Relationship (feat. Future)

Yeah, shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
No baby, your collection, won’t stand for it
You know you’re in relationship with all us
I get a few texts a day sayin’, "It’s all yours"
I got a few states on speed dial like good drugs
Get in your bag, uh, yeah, get in your bag, uh
Hundred new purse for a brat, uh, come to the street, new Jag
Chart broke, bitch ’bout to drag
Nigga had M’s ‘fore ass
Got a brand new bitch, who that?
Rock the flooded AP, all black
White toes, give me a tan
Cocaine, kill it, ten
All a bitch wanna do is shine
Audemars, pick which kind
I made you a starter
You went from a dime to a quarter
I cheat code the projects
I’m leaving that loud in apartments, yeah
Don’t play with a sergeant, I’m ready to spoil it
She suckin’ my dick, I’m hidin’ in the closet
I’m hidin’ the dope, three mil’ in the room
You get silver spoon, I bought you some goons
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me
I bought the jet-skis
Give me the yacht please
I made you queen status
Check out my lean status
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain’t my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche kept it silent
That’s the only reason I let ’em fly private
Shinin’ hard ’cause we back up
Rose gold from your neck up
You know you gon’ get stopped, tryna check us
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey
I’m in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of ’em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want ’em to myself
Had to take the time to cut ’em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don’t do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me

New freezer – Rich the Kid feat. Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Rich the Kid – New freezer

Ayyy, new freezer
You know what it was when you synced up, ayy
Dat way, yuh, yuh, yeah dat way.

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater
Two seater
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands
Hop off a jet to a check when I land
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater
Two seater
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands
Hop off a jet to a check when I land.

Ooh, money way
Diamonds, flexin’ (flex, woo)
I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh)
I put the plug on three way (plug)
Maserati go speed race (yeah)
Drop a baby on a b*tch face (woah)
More ice flexin’ this way (ice)
We put the world on the wave (the wave)
Don’t give a f*ck ’cause I’m paid (woo)
More Act in a lemonade (Act)
The pharmacy knowin’ my name (my name)
I f*ck that b*tch ’cause she bougie (she bougie)
She suck my dick in the movies (yuh)
Trap jumpin’ like 23
She a foreign lil’ freak (freak).

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (b*tch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (b*tch)
I don’t need her versuri-lyrics.info
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (b*tch)
New freezer
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land.

Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
Look, outside
Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles
Rule of the day, get a view every day
Get a b*tch with a tan by the pool every day
Get a clique with a plan, give a jewel every day
I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance
I Milly Rock when I get that advance
How can I shop with like 64 M’s?
Talkin’ to Top about business again
He want a lot with new Bentleys again
I want some top from like two sets of twins
Twinny twin twins, yeah, yeah
Ayy, b*tch (b*tch), where your friends? Yeah, yeah
(Hollup) Switch (hollup) she want in, yeah, yeah
Ball ’em in, fallin’ in bundles of flowers like Parliament
Never know, big dawg like ours.

My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (woo)
I don’t need her (b*tch)
Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt)
Two seater (skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (AP, ice)
New freezer (ice)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (bands)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (woo)
My b*tch too foreign, need a visa (b*tch)
I don’t need her
Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah)
Two seater (skrrt, skrrt)
New b*tch wanna f*ck to my AP (b*tch)
New freezer (woah)
I woke up thinkin’ ’bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I landdd.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video freezer

MADEINTYO – Flooded (feat. Rich The Kidd)

[Intro: MadeinTYO]
Rocks on that bitch
Rocks on that bitch, yeah it’s flooded

[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Rocks on that bitch, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Diamonds on that bitch, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Pussy hella wet, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
She gon’ make you cry, she got that onion, yeah yeah yeah
MC Hammer, naw they can’t touch it, yeah yeah yeah
Piece string with lean, she’ll bust it, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah, yeah
Diamonds on that bitch there, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Diamonds on that bitch you know it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
She gon’ suck me up, that mouth flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Hella bitches, she fucking want it, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Ooh, cool cups on the ice, yeah, turn the lights, yeah (hey)
Tokyo lil bright, yeah, not my type, yeah
Cool cups on the ice, yeah, turn the lights, yeah (hey)
Tokyo lil bright, yeah, not my type, yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Diamonds on that bitch you know it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Tell a hater come and get it, want it, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah
Ooh it’s flooded, yeah
She gon’ make you cry, she got that onion, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
New freezer on me, yeah it’s flooded
Racks on me like a hundred
AP bust it down
I was making real love in her mouth
I’ma fuck three hoes then I kick ’em all out
Back then I was broke, now my wrist iced out
Four rings, eight chains, like fuck it
Two models, redbones, and they fuckin’
Straight to the top
Old rappers, put ’em right in a box
Wrist cost a lot
Me and Tokyo race in a drop
New Patek run a cool two hundred
Thank god my whole wrist flooded
Gucci ’cause I’m hot
Fendi bought it out

[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Rocks on that bitch, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Diamonds on that bitch, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Pussy hella wet, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
She gon’ make you cry, she got that onion, yeah yeah yeah
MC Hammer, naw they can’t touch it, yeah yeah yeah
Piece string with lean, she’ll bust it, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah
Yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah, yeah
Diamonds on that bitch there, yeah it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah
Diamonds on that bitch you know it’s flooded, yeah yeah yeah

Tinie Tempah – They Don’t Know Lyrics

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Everywhere I go, I gotta pose
Sittin’ on the throne with a ‘fro
Chillin’ with a prince at the BAFTA’s
Gold all over the globe
Any time I stress, I can get it from a rasta
Headside, kill ’em when they know
Didn’t want to know
Baby said, “Shh, you can hit it on the low”
You can hit it on the low, you can hit it on the low
Come in on your own, leave your knickers at the door
Yeah, I’m the AP, got the wonder tug-a-war
I don’t holla anymore, tryna make a nigga poor
Tryna hit me with the drink, no no
They might think, they don’t know
Let ’em talk ish, promo
‘Cause we don’t really care ’bout nothin’

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
It’s Kind Ink, uh, canine
That kitty got me feelin’ like a canine
I’m just tryna live, baby, can I?
We at the KWest, startin’ KI’s
Woo, I just bought the whole LA out
Uh, live is a beach, bitch, lay out
Uh, hit the blunt, baby, what you gotta say now?
Woo, I know you want it, ow
Ha, get you higher than the Eiffel
Pour up, baby, put a lil’ ice too
Yeah, I remember back in high school
I used to have a girl that looked just like you
Yeah and with all of these flashbacks
Say ain’t no tellin’ what I might do

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
Young man comin’ up from the corner
Nobody tryna set me if I wanna
Never have to worry ’bout if he give me the banana
Me haffi tell them na na na na na
Oh no no, slide in my DMs and my writs just froze
I’m too cold, don’t wanna play ’cause I’m gettin’ too old
What’s new? Bitch, I’m in the stu’
Hookin’ up with hurricane, mix with the flow
Tryna lock my wrists, mosquito, love the cold
If the track ain’t a track then the Don come through
My rule number 1 is don’t play a number 2
Talkin’ with my nigga, you will end up on the news
Messin’ with the paper that you racked up in views
Real, real ting, all I do is tell the truth

[Chorus: Alastair]
Uh, when the cameras show up, we show up
And roll up and roll out
Let them think what they think, it’s funny how
They didn’t get it then, so they won’t now
Yeah ’cause they don’t know us
They can’t say what they say
Don’t give us thoughts
Don’t need them anyway

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
I know a girl from the ends
She likes to take it down low
She said she wanna let me inside
But her daddy said no
I know a girl with a woo
I call her Paris in my phone
I know a girl from the southside
That wanna take you all home

Soulja Boy – Trappin’ N Cappin’ (Big Soulja Album)

[Shout outs]

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the blocks
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Verse 1]
Sittin in the trap, money in my face
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m switching from state to state
Mansion or condo I switch up the low case
100 thousand cash just for motivation
Jumped out the Wraith, then I hop in the i8
Derek Jeter, hit the pot like I beat the case
Pulled out a pistol, I shot with a K
Money get shooter and they poppin’ shit broad day
1 M, I just made it today
Came up from trappin’ n cappin’
I ate everything on the plate
Smokin’ on rocks, now I’m high in space
Call up my lawyer, you know he gon’ beat the case
Got the Draco, know we shoot with the 38
Grippin’ the rocket, I know that these niggas fake
Ferragamo on me, rockin the Gucci snake
Pull out the draco, he shot in the face

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got the guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I come from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

[Verse 2]
Big Soulja, i’m the big homie
Mini Draco, gotta keep it on me
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, they act like they know me
Put the bricks in a figure-four
I stand at your front door, ski mask with the Draco
Who wanna bih’ homie, shoot when I say so
Came up from trappin’ n cappin’ for pesos
150 bricks down Santiago
2018, Bentley truck Forgiato
Trappin’ n cappin’ M’s in Wells Fargo
Bricks coming in, swipe em by barcode
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m smokin’ Gelato
100 pounds, nigga hit the lotto
Givenchy on me, I’m fly Aeropostale
Flip it like Future, this shit get colossal
Hop in the Lamborghini, full throttle!

[Chorus]
Trappin’ n cappin’ I’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and the pots
I came up from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got the guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot
Trappin’ n cappin’ i’m whippin’ the pot
I post up Zone 1 with the pans and pots
I come from trappin’ n cappin’, now I got that guap
Draco pull up, and I spray your block
I’m trappin’ n cappin’, watching for the cops
I walk around with the bands on the block
AP on my wrist, I’m sitting at the top
I fell in love with the Pyrex, I whip the pot

Casanova – Decline (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 1]
I got a Rollie and a AP
I’m all the way up, Bleek hittin’ Jay-Z
I’m paid in full, like Azie
You know I’m cooler than the AC
My shorty went left, but I’m still right
When I get the deal Imma still swipe
I could tell you what the money feel like
I could tell you what the money feel like
I had a rental and a few runners
The four pieces did a few numbers
Been gettin’ money for a few summers
I got them old and them new hundreds

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

[Verse 2]
Did a couple shows made 80 pack
Spent it all then I made it back
I stopped scalin’ got a plate of that
I know they mad I know they hated that
Did the whole dub but no jail could hold me
Realize I’m the one but they never told me
So pay me now you could never owe me
I got the white got the yellow Rollie
Cut the money, love me
Cut the money, love me
I gotta laugh ’cause your money funny
She don’t know how to act when the money ’round her
So much money broke the money counter

[Chorus]
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Been gettin’ money thought I told ya
Think I’m lyin’, come let me show ya’
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D
We gon’ keep swiping til’ that piece D

Yung Tory & Lil Durk – Run It Up

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
So you should let me hit it ya
I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
She gave her number but I didn’t call
She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
I just play my part
Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
Put that on my son
Ay, I’mma keep my gun
Ay, bitch I’m not the one
Ay, shootouts do not want one
Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
Finessin’ til the weed gone
I got my dick eaten on
Yea, yeah yeah
Get some head inside the car
Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
Shit, and that goes all on mars
She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Outro: Yung Tory]
Yeah I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Yeah yeah
Yeah I’m yo’ father
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah

K Camp – Big Tyme (feat. Dae Dae)

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Threw that back though
We don’t wait in line
That’s an Audemar
Watch that bitch shine
Coulda bought a car
But I bought some diamonds
Thought you’d see me shining
Feel like Frankie Lymon
I know he ain’t got it
I can tell he lying
I can tell he trying
Bitch you know I’m up
If you want a feature, hit my booking up

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 2: Dae Dae]
Let the kid shine
Let my bitch shine
I ain’t got time to play
I got spots to lay
Hot Boy, Hot Boy
Young Weezy, AP, Young Juvie
TIP on that OG Kush
Yeah the King Louie, King Louie
This is an AP
This is a Rollie
This is a middle finger for the fuck niggas I hear (?)
This is set life, I got freak women presidential
Evidently they gon’ hate anyway, I got Camp with me

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

Gang up – Young Thug feat. Wiz Khalifa lyrics

Lyrics Young Thug – Gang up

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And crame up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

2 Chaiiiinz (Yeahhh)
I’m a villanious winner
With precision, I’m killing
We resent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Told to the plug, everyday except cinco de mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlour
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a tasandra
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’ (What we gotta do)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, all you gon’ post that.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up.

Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back versuri-lyrics.info
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said “Facts”
Gang, gang, gang.

I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang uppp.
Young Thug lyrics
Video up

Trouble – Brick Lyrics

Ain’t nobody studyin these lil pissy ass lil hoes man
Dat bitch know what the fuck going on.. I swear
(Chorus)
Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Bitch talking shit, Big Boy get hit, come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea
God damnit That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Thirty-Six Thirty-Six Thirty-Six this bitch thick
Brick on my wrist, I talk shit, suck my dick hoe
Bitch ain’t shit change in the bricks with the jits hoe
Licks, after Licks, after Licks, after Licks Go
I told the bitch I don’t know what to tell her
That shit you talking bout don’t add up to a bezel
I get this shit brackin I’m poppin cheddar
When nothing in flow put that bitch together
She went nothing in flow put that bitch together
If I don’t like the weather, I change the weather
Get a nigga knocked off if just cost a feather
Brick on my wrist nigga know I’m better Skoob

(Chorus)
Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Bitch talking shit Big Boy get hit Come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea

AP cost a brick, chain cost a brick, Skoob drink a fifth
Flip gone drop another six, a hunnid thousand for the ice
Reach for my jewelry you might lose your life
Diamonds hittin, I make movies like Spike
Bust down wedding ring, but I have no wife
Bricks on me, brick fair, blocks on me but no Telfair
Ice on me look like Kenmore
Stack, pray, stay away from squares
I to go harder to get some new water
Bro you look like a glacier from Antarctica
Bitch I’m the shit because my bag comes in larger
Box Chevy Flippa never ridin da MARTA

(Chorus)

Bitch I’m the shit Bitch looka dis Gotta brick on my wrist Bitch looka dis
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Dis a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Bitch talking shit, Big Boy get hit, come through shit gone get lit
Snow ball on your wrist
That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea
Damnit That’s a brick yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

Famous Dex – Maybach (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
AP got her skating
Run to the money, we racing
She a freak, swallow children
New foreign cost a building
Don’t trap where you stay, man they come in your building
Bad bitch look a million
She wanna suck on my children
All of this money I’m feeling
Dug in the pussy and make her feel it
Fuck nigga thought I wouldn’t make a milly
Goyard come from K
Foreign bitches in the Wraith
Hold on, she wanna party with Dexter
Sucking dick, I just met her
You run up on me, you get way up
Diamonds my neck, you think I got hiccups, yeah

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
Sipping that syrup, pull up her skirt
Put this money in her purse
This bitch she get on my nerves
Balmains so tight I’ma Jerk
Rich Forever goin’ rich way
They copy the wave, I’m sensei
I just might pull out that Bentley
You got your Rollie off eBay
Finessing your bitch, have a threeway
Hop in that Lamb, have a speed race
Yeah, Rich Forever on the map
Run up on me, blow your back
Molly water
Come to the trap, take your order
I was just broke and rode the MARTA
I pull up Rari but no Charger

[Hook: Rich The Kid & Famous Dex]
I’m in the back of that Maybach
Me and your bitch, we go way back
Ain’t doing no flexing, this straight facts
Me and Young Dexter blow more racks (hold on Rich)
You run up on me, push your shit back
Count up the money, need more stacks
Wait, I do the drugs and I’m healing
Diamonds on me cost a building

Icewear Vezzo – Angel Wings (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Nah, nah they wanna cut a deal I ain’t cuttin’ deals, they gon’ run the scrill’
Add us up it’s a 100 mill
Yeah, the first trip I had a 100 mill
Froze it all like water chill
Did it on my own I ain’t want a deal
Fuck the drama, put it on my mama if I wanna kill bitch I’m gonna kill
Catch me up, I won’t take the stand
I’m a real man I’m the son of Millz
Real man, I’m the son of Millz
Pour my sprite up, I like it ice cold
Tryna summer jam until the ice show
Used to have me a Breitlo
Now the daddy glowin’, I’m a lightshow
Louies on not the spikes though
Y’all be sippin’ [?] call it tight rope
Diamonds water, shit I might soak ya
Your bitch pussy deep I need a lifecoast
We gon’ buy it all if the price low
We gon’ ride the pussy if the shit too high
Baby mama said I get too high, light this bitch up once and [?] two times
[?] sip 8 lines
[?] chickens truck we gon’ get you fried
They love to cruise, say we get to live
Got a 100 on me, finna miss two pies

[Bridge: Icewear Vezzo]
Way up, way up
Way up, way up
I’m so fly, I’m so high

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
From Zone 6 to 6 Mile [?] crackhead walked six miles
Vezzo got six cars but Gucci got six styles
This a private club, you ain’t worth a milli you can’t get in
I got the molly [?] took half a gram it just kicked in
When I first start sellin’ dope I met this bitch named Angel
Put me on the lick, I kicked the door and said ‘thank ya’
See Guwop’s not a scratch of the [?]
Sold many pints of lean they think I’m Kurt Kobanga
You should pay attention to the ones boy be listenin’ to
AP’s on the both wristes boo
I stepped up my visual
They should make a holiday for the day that they let Gucci free
Fuck a turkey giveaway, Gucci givin’ out bricks way for free
Look at me and look at you, how the fuck could you write a hook for me
Slickest nigga ever lived, they should write a book ’bout me
Gucci just got out the FED’s but now he make a mill a week
Bring me out a currency and motherfuck your sympathy

[Hook: Icewear Vezzo]
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
Angel wings, angel wings
I’m so high, bitch I got angel wings
I’m so fly, bitch I got angel wings

Post Malone – Got diamonds Lyrics

[Intro: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP going psycho
Little mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody
With all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony homo
For causing all the bozos

[Hook: Post Malone]
Yeah, my AP going psycho
Little mama bad like Michael
Can’t really trust nobody
With all this jewelry on you
My roof look like a no show
Got diamonds by the boatload
Don’t act like you’re my friend
When I’m rolling through my ends so

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, the AP going psycho
My rollie going brazy
We’re hittin’ like..

Mally Mall – Where You At (feat. French Montana, 2 Chainz & Iamsu!)

[Intro]
Mally Mall

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Rock star, Pink Floyd every night
Get the Floyd money, nigga every night
24k gold on me every night
Blow European toy money every night (skrt)
Blow a mil and I make it back
Catch me in the drop top, ceilin’ back
Niggas throw shots, know we hit ’em back
At the top where we sittin’ at
Me and Mall back to back Wraith
Tell your bitch we got no space
Wavy like a sail boat
Fight night right by the rope
You wanna freestyle? I’m tryna stay free
Shots of Rose for the AP
Watch rocked up, gon’ climb on it
Blew 100 then I blew another 5 on it

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?

[Verse 2: IAmSu!]
A heartbreaking gangster
Paid for mobster
I promise to never take her for steak and lobster
Baby I’m a player, gotta take precaution
I take dates with options on a flight to Boston
And every flight first class
Hit JR, get a front pass
And at the top it’s just us now
Mally plugged me on the Rollie, it’s a bust down (clean)
In the Ritz like anywhere I touch down
Hoes used to diss us and they tryna fuck now
She in love with the high, not the come down
Party out in Vegas, let me take you to the compound
My life is a movie and I do my own stunts now
It’s flood Uzi and every bar is like (?)
And the smoke got my eyes on kung-pao
Did it for the Bay, got the world goin’ dumb now

[Hook: Mally Mall + (2 Chainz)]
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?
We gettin’ bread by the stacks
Blow a mil, make it back (truuuu)
Pretty boy Floyd with the bag (money)
Where you from? Where you at?