Key Glock – Once Upon a Time Lyrics

[Intro]
Glock
Big Glock
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’, nigga, ayy
Glizzock, the fuck?

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

[Verse 1]
Carbon on me, yeah (One-five), choppers over here (Yeah)
Ice my neck and ear (Ice), yeah, my shit is clear (VS)
Flexin’ with no gym (Flexin’), I’m ballin’, broke the rim (Ball)
I can’t show no simp (No), never been a wimp
Big rings like a pimp (Pimp), all this money make me limp (Yeah)
I got all this drip, you niggas ain’t nothin’ but shrimp, yeah (Shrimp)
Pour it then I sip, now I’m higher than a blimp, yeah (Mud)
Roll another spliff, fire it up and take a hit, yeah (Hah)
Bust down my Rollie and I went and bought somethin’ fast
And I keep my rocket on me, yeah, you know that I’ma blast
Now I don’t mean to brag but I got a big bag (I do)
If a nigga make me mad, get to clappin’ like congrats

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

[Verse 2]
Young niggas on go, got ’em goin’ loco (Crazy, brazy)
In my Benz with your ho, and we chillin’ smokin’ dope (Your lady)
Then she say your boy is dope, had to give that bitch a dose (Smash)
Knock her down like dominos, hit her and tell her, “Vamanos,” ho
Let’s go, bitch gotta roll (Gone)
Sticks at my shows, Gucci kicks, what are those?
Foreign shit on my toes, designered down to the floor
Hundreds got my pockets swole, forty on me, yeah you know (Glock)

[Chorus]
All these damn sticks make a motherfucker back back (Get back)
All this damn money in my pockets make my pants sag (Money)
Flexin’ with these racks, your bitch put me on her Snapchat (Snap)
I don’t want your ho, no, my nigga, you can have that (Uh)
Once upon a time, this lil’ nigga named Glock (Glock)
Got paid every day but he never punched a clock (No)
So he bust a couple plays, now he ran up his guap (Guap)
A couple niggas tried to play so they got they ass shot (Guess what?)

Lil Yachty – We Outta Here! Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yah, yah, yah, yah (ugh), yah, yah (Ayy)
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Uh-huh), yah
Hoo, yah, gang, gang, gang, gang (Lil Boat)
Yah, uh, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bank roll look like- (roll)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes, they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig get it snatched (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Minding my own business
Flex big time, fitness (Ooh)
Gotta get rid of your witness (Skrrt, skrrt)
Young nigga handle my business (Ooh)
Front yard lookin’ like Forza (Forza)
Bad bitch lookin’ like Georgia (Ooh)
Hit from the back, she call it torture
I got them hips, hop, scorcher (Bih!)
Fuck her one time, now that bitch cannot let go
I’m with K Preme sparkin’ gats at the Safeco
Flip up the phone (Brr), Metro
Suck on my balls (Skeet), Petco
I’m like Capone with a chop
SK with a stock, need me a hundred round
They outta stock (Du-du)
I want your bitch, she just-
I’ma jump in it head first off the top (Hey)
These niggas mad that I’m rich (Fuck ’em)
F them, my bitch is my bitch
My wrist is my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
YSL robe when I go take a piss? (Bling)
Ice in my teeth, when I smile see the glitz (Bling, bling)
I got her pissed off, 21 hours drinkin’ Crystal (Skeet)
I’m ’bout to cut the Bentaygas (Skeet, skeet)
Park VIP at the playoffs (Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Yeah, Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso (Mhm)
Take it out, go loco (Yup)
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier (Yah)
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bankroll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bankroll look like, roll
Bankroll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig, get it snatched (Lambo)

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Yo, double OG
Big dog, young nigga parrot, I eat (yeah)
All them niggas, yeah, behind my back (Humble!)
Say the word, you know the niggas is wack, wax (Frizzy)
All these niggas rappin’ wax, wack (Yeah)
All that bullshit you’re sayin’, wack (Huh?)
You ain’t gangsta and you know that’s facts (What?)
I’m a real gangster, nigga, know that, yeah
Shoot a nigga straight in the head like a throwback
You know I turn your head ’til you throw back (Ba-ba-ba-bow!)
And I been kickin’ shit for a long time
Young nigga been gangsta from way back (Yeah)
Takin’ shit nigga from way back (Way back)
AK-47 for that (For that)
You don’t nigga wanna go down (Go down)
Yeah, your bitch wanna go down (Yeah)
Bring your bitches to the spot (The spot)
Trap spot, yeah, the block stay hot (Stay hot)
Big Glock, bitch, know it stay hot (Stay hot)
Go two guns deep, that’s for Pete (That’s for Pete)
Murder gang, bitch that’s me (Bitch, on Blood)
Double RP, yeah that me (Yeah)
And I’m ridin’ double R (Double R)
Bet your bitch see the star (See the-)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco (Yeah)
Ice made bitches too nice (Yeah)
Bentley coupe like white rice (Bentley coupe)
Skrrt, he outta here (Outta here)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot (Maggot)
Probably is a-

Yung Bans – No Names Lyrics

[Intro]
[?]
Danny, I see you

[Chorus: Yung Bans & Killy]
Ayy, kickin’ back it’ been a long day
I ain’t beefin’ with no, no names
I been stayin’ in my own lane
Saw the strips up like a crochet

Yeah
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
These niggas hate like fluid
Big Glock, this not a toy

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
I can’t change for the fame
Look at my wrist, look at my chain
Get off my dick, groupy bitches, I came in the game
Fucking with this young hoe, she look like she tryna have a claim
Suck my dick so good, I swear I never made a sin
Fuck your lil hoe, so easy peasy
Lemon squeezy
Fuck in that Rolls, with that greasy, greasy
Hit a nigga up, no meet and greet
All my young niggas need Jesus
These Off-White, ain’t no Yeezy
Fuck a nigga momma I pushed it in
Off too many drugs I’m over lean
Off too many drugs I’m over lean
Yeah, over lean
Off too many drugs I’m over lean, over lean
Off too many drugs I’m over lean, over lean

[Chorus: Yung Bans & Killy]
Ayy, kickin’ back it’ been a long day
I ain’t beefin’ with no, no names
I been stayin’ in my own lane
Saw the strips up like a crochet

Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it
Bitch, I’m the shit and I know it

[Verse 2: KILLY]
I can’t beef with a no name
I can’t speak, I’m tellin’ no names
My bitch freaky like Cirque du Soleil
My whip geekin’, I might crash it today
I don’t give a shit, I’m the shit (lit)
Hide behind the tint
On the hit, brick, with the [?]
Been the longest of days
Tires screeching, I skrrt off in my own lane

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Ayy, kickin’ back it’ been a long day
I ain’t beefin’ with no, no names
I been stayin’ in my own lane
Saw the strips up like a crochet

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Trapped Out Lyrics

[NBA YoungBoy Hook]

Trap house, trapped out every pack gone now
Big Nots, Big Watch, Big Glock 45
Straight up out them trenches now young nigga rocking shows now
Told her pay attention bitch just listen cut your phone off
Five phones lotta dope
Thick Hoes, Condo
Big Guap, Big Poles
Nigga play i let it blow
Nigga talking like he raw, but you know i already know
When he try cut me off imma show him how it go

[NBA YoungBoy Verse]

Pull up flexing with my niggas with some Shotty bone
I told him that that shit weren’t long i had to buss it down
Nigga talking like he want smoke he better bump it down
Thugging with his niggas pussy when they not around
Big house big Glock big nots no lie
Say he want it with me bet catch him hit him with that fire
House arrest on my leg i done trouble with the cops
Fuck that post up 100 shots on that block

[NBA YoungBoy Hook]

Trap house, trapped out every pack gone now
Big nots, Big Watch, Big Glock 45
Straight up out them trenches now young nigga rocking shows now
Told her pay attention bitch just listen cut your phone off
Five phones lotta dope
Thick hoes, Condo
Big Guap, Big Poles
Nigga play i let it blow
Nigga talking like he raw, but you know i already know
When he try cut me off imma show him how it go

[Chief Keef Verse]

These 4 niggas 2 car 4 pistol
You ain’t never blowed a pistol
You ain’t never load a pistol
You ain’t never sold nothing
You ain’t gotta act hard
When we wet your block up we gone call it baptising
Trap spot jumping, Harding run no defense
And all that fake love

[To Be Continued]

Westside Gunn – Pissy Work (Hitler On Steroids Album)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]

Ayo Peace lord I heard you back on the block
[?] had the hammer he was up in the spot
I had your red bottoms walking on eggshells you got it
Six car garage all exotic
Four bad hoes all exotic
White stripes on the Off-White galoshes
Just Don shorts Supersonics
Get the one fives and tens let’s go shopping
Vera Wang famous
On a yacht speed racing
Chasing Ninos lifestyle bitches and cars
I’m a get richer give it all to my son
Each one teach one
Stay away from fuck niggas
And take care of your moms

[Verse 2: Benny]

[?] Off the chill
Buses chartered off the hill
That’s why daughters often tell
Stories how their fathers fail
They pulled me over
Riding dirty boof the work toss the L
Twelve called for backup and the dogs
When he caught the smell
I’m cut from a different cloth
It ain’t hard to tell
And then real niggas feel it
Like I wrote in all in Braille
Big Glock when that shit pop
It can park a whale
When my shit drop its gon’ be soundin’ like The Carter 12
Plan is to stuff the safe and then fade out quick
And get rich with the same ones
You states down with
Loyalty and trust is words we don’t play round with
If you swing then we gon’ slide on some playground shit
And niggas be dead broke trying to act like they up
How they just got in the game trying to act like they us
When my whole team was up trying to act like you broke
And want attention from those bitches
Or heat from them folks nah
It was never handed to me
Grinding was mandatory
I don’t got no game it’s just
These bitches understand my story
Speaking for people every time they put those cameras on me
Learned it from the game nah my momma never planned this for me
Pretty soon you gotta pick a side
Commit a crime get confined kill one of us and only get a fine
You hear this and probably get the vibe
Of 98 Kiss and Styles Reasonable Doubt Hov It Was Written Nas
These new niggas got too much fabrication
Not enough truth and too much imagination
I guess that’s where the game is now
I had to face it but I changed for the better
My nigga old habits breaking
You will never eat with a team full of dead weight
We don’t trust bitches or believe niggas handshakes
Fiends in the staircase bricks wrapped in red tape
Don’t know what’s coming first Jack boys or a Feds case
I stayed focus chain smoking kept my head straight
Whippin’ deuces for the Franck Muller with the fair ahhhhh….