Chief Keef – Side Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye
Aye aye
Gang gang
Bang bang, nigga
You know how I’m rocking
Cut off stockings, nigga
Kush in my pockets, nigga
All designer
Get your grind up
Got a Breitling for the timer, nigga

[Hook]
Aye, I’m from that side (aye)
Where niggas die at (gang gang)
Me, I ain’t playing (nah)
Got my pistol on my side (bang bang)
Pull up on my side bitch (arrr skrr)
Wit my side bitch (gang gang)
And I got some money wit me (frrr)
I got from outside (gang gang)
Bitch, I’m from Southside (Southside)
The Southside projects (Chiraq)
Pull up with a Big Mac
Large fry on the side (bang bang)
Live by the gun, die (gang gang)
Gang, none of that squad shit (gang gang)
Pull up where you live (rrrr skrr)
Fuck the cops, call the SWAT (woo woo)

[Verse 1]
I ain’t gonna lie (Nah)
I’m blowing at the SWAT (bang bang)
I’m blowing at your honor (bang)
I’m blowing at your squad (bang bang bang)
Pistol on my side (gang gang)
And I’m quick to draw it (boom boom)
Ye ain’t wanna die (ha!)
Ye ain’t even know it (gang gang)
Pull up on some factories (skrr rrrr)
My son ride foreign (gang gang)
We both ride [?] (ugh)
All the bitches know it (aye aye)
Pull up on you flexing (skrr skrr)
Blow you like Ginobli (flex)
I don’t need Shaq (nah)
I think that I’m Kobe (yes)
Your main bitch slow (yes)
Me call my side bitch (side bitch)
She wanna pull up on me
That’s someone you ride or die wit
I ain’t got the time, shit (nah)
I be on my side shit
Pull up on wit my money (frrr bee) with my Glock
Like don’t ask why bitch

[Hook]
Aye, I’m from that side (aye)
Where niggas die at (gang gang)
Me, I ain’t playing (nah)
Got my pistol on my side (bang bang)
Pull up on my side bitch (arrr skrr)
Wit my side bitch (gang gang)
And I got some money wit me (frrr)
I got from outside (gang gang)
Bitch, I’m from Southside (Southside)
The Southside projects (Chiraq)
Pull up with a Big Mac
Large fry on the side (bang bang)
Live by the gun, die (gang gang)
Gang, none of that squad shit (gang gang)
Pull up where you live (rrrr skrr)
Fuck the cops, call the SWAT (woo woo)

[Verse 2]
Frrr beee, that’s me calling on the guap (on the guap)
Woo woo, that’s them calling on the cops (on the cops)
Skee skee, that’s me all up on your thot (on your thot, faggot)
Beep beep, pulling off up on your thot (on your thot, faggot)
Vroom vroom, watch me pull up to the guap (to the Beamer)
Boom boom, when I pull up with the Glock (pull up with the aye)
Doom doom, how I pull up with the drum (bang bang)
Fucking yo bitch in my Louis swim trunks (in the Louis trunks)
Pull up on you flexing (flex)
Jewelry cost a Beamer
Lexus (bang)
Boy, your shit look petty (bang)
Ya heavy (bling bling)
Pull up riding reckless (rrrr skrrr)
Me, I ain’t had shit
So I’ma get it (frrr beee)
Ya get me?

[Hook]
Aye, I’m from that side (aye)
Where niggas die at (gang gang)
Me, I ain’t playing (nah)
Got my pistol on my side (bang bang)
Pull up on my side bitch (arrr skrr)
Wit my side bitch (gang gang)
And I got some money wit me (frrr)
I got from outside (gang gang)
Bitch, I’m from Southside (Southside)
The Southside projects (Chiraq)
Pull up with a Big Mac
Large fry on the side (bang bang)
Live by the gun, die (gang gang)
Gang, none of that squad shit (gang gang)
Pull up where you live (rrrr skrr)
Fuck the cops, call the SWAT (woo woo)

Lil Pump – Pinky Ring Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
We finna make history
[?] in this mufucka
Lil Pump, what’s up?
I started right where you at, nigga
50 million later, ya hear me?
Whoa
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
All the hoes wanna suck dick
All the hoes wanna fuck me
All the niggas wanna hate though
Get whacked in the front seat
Face down when she topless
Can’t post all the choppas
Dade County where I came from
No room for imposters
Cocaine on the stovetop
Yayo up, won’t lie
Advance break like a b-ball
Bullet hole like a donut
Bel-Air for the new crib
Bel-Air for the black bottom
Bel-Air my new old school
Gettin’ out like I’m John Gotti
Fuck nigga don’t want none
Goin’ bad like I’m on somethin’
50 grand for the new watch
Rob me and I won’t run
Window on the photo
Call her up on the polo
Everybody still gang-gang but your ass die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo
Everybody die solo, everybody die solo

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Pump]
Bang
Lil Pump, ooh, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
I fuck your bitch in some Gucci loafers
I bust a nut in her Louie sofa
VVS all on my diamond choker
I crashed the Porsche and I crashed the Rover
I told my mama I’m sorry, ooh
I think I just popped a Molly, yuh
I think I’m whippin’ up whitney
I’m whippin’ up whitney, I turn into Scotty, ooh
Lil Pump in Maserati, ooh
Lil Pump ain’t got no license, yeah
I fuck a bitch, I ain’t wifin’, ooh
Bite a bitch ear like Mike Tyson, yuh

[Verse 3: SmokePurpp]
Hard, got lean in my backpack (backpack)
MAC-11 turned to a Big Mac (blat, blat, blat)
Niggas gettin’ pulled like a thumb tack (woo)
Let me get the pen, hit a Chase bank (Chase bank)
Niggas want beer, we got that
And I got water on me like flapjack (water, water, water)
Came in the club with a big rack
Bitch, I want the lean and I’m doin’ up the zig-zags
Pinky ring, diamond ring
Fuck up the pot with like 10 chains
Hood rich, bitch, I don’t need fame
Pull up on your bitch in an airplane
I just got brand new shoes
All day zap up, crash the Coupe
And I brought a dog in the club, too
Everything I buy, I gotta buy two

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Spent 20 racks on a pinky ring
Walk in the club with a diamond chain
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring, pinky ring
Pinky ring, pinky ring

Tee Grizzley – No Effort

[Hook]
I can do this shit with no effort
You know I do this shit with no effort
I can do this shit with no effort
Nigga

[Verse 1]
[?] I took your bitch, took that hoe to town
Played my role so good after I hit I took a bow
Take some pounds for a pow
Take your time, take it serious
I’m curious, should I buy me a watch or a aquarium
Get your sack took, we gon’ take you for a joke
If you like that last batch, bring some money take some mo’
Wanna take ’em to the 8 [?] wanna take it
Cause you wait four years, we take presidents everday, nigga
Take me to the horse, not the club, bitch the Porsche
Hold a took off with my dick, I should be takin’ her to court
If you take me for a hoe, I’ma take it to your porch
Only fear the Lord anyone else can see the morgue
Give me thirty seconds with her, I can get this bitch naked
One bullet out that K will leave the toughest nigga headless
Naw, I don’t one drug to act reckless
[?] put one in the nigga melon
One time for my dudes, one time for my pops
Free Twink, rest in peace Tee fuck the opps
One time for lil’ CJ, one time for lil’ Roc
50 rounds in that chop’, niggas move niggas drops
One time for [?]
Play with me it’s going down, bitch one time for Yung Joc
One time for cocaine, cash nigga off top
One time for them (brrr), we got comin’ by the flock, nigga
One time for a real nigga, Leek Hustle
And Leek will bust you, you a fool if you think Leek tussle
I run it back, come back from Cali and make beats for me
Think I work at McDonalds, I make that cheese double
Think I’m making Big Mac’s, I let that bread triple
I got a big Mac that bitch’ll shred niggas
Say on my name better stop while your ahead
‘Fore they look for your body and find nothing but your head, nigga
I don’t wanna fuck if I can’t get the head with it
You see the trophies hoe, you talkin’ to the bread winner
Lil’ ungrateful bastards I can’t stand niggas
Like I ain’t played parents role when I fed niggas

[Hook]
Like lil’ nigga I can do this shit with no effort
You know I do this shit with no effort
I can do this shit with no effort
Nigga

[Verse 2]
Shout out to my niggas cause they grind for ’em to shine
Shoes blood, red bottom like they ride under the fire
[?] one with my bitch, we have [?]
Niggas hating but ain’t never been off US soil
Nigga, this more than I started off my day with a map
And the prayer that I made it there and back
Bruh this your bitch, so while sittin’ on my lap
Let that chop’ clap a pussy nigga head off his neck
Was you watchin’ the news? You saw them indictments?
Okay, so you know I’m statin’ facts
Last niggas we was beefin’ with, uh
Man, I can’t even think of what cemetery them niggas at
It’ll come to me later, it’s on the tip of my tongue
Nigga I meet gangsters, Crips, Lordz and Bloods
Nigga I meet plugs, talk over dinner ’bout funds
Only thing you meet is the requirements for a crumb
Y’all pussy niggas homo and got no hoes
These bitches tired of fucking ’round with hobos
Extendo on the Glock that bitch long as a pogo
In Chicago at Soho, FN like I’m Roro
Fuck nigga I can get you knocked with no effort
The clip hanging out tonight like it ain’t no tellin’
Girl say when she with me she get so wetter
Say she like to throw that ass on the low, catch her
All black and it’s late night
Assault rife to steak knife
Big 40 the nigga up but the doc think it was a great white
Red bottoms on my feet like my shoes got brake light
Fuck her and drop her off, no time for no date nights

[Hook]
Like lil’ baby I can do this shit with no effort
You know I can do this shit with no effor
Watch me do this shit with no effort
Nigga