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)

Slim Jxmmi, Swae Lee & Rae Sremmurd – Chanel (feat. Pharrell)

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
30, you a fool for this one
Ear Drummers
Hey, hey, ouh, ouh!
Mike Will Made-It

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fire (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (Uncle Jxmmi)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Go on, drop a dub, she’s a dime (she a dime)
I don’t give a damn ’bout her sign (fuck her sign)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (what’s your sign?)
I kinda wanna know what’s her sign (girl, what’s your sign?)
We can hit the strip right now (right now)
I got enough bread to recline
What you saying, I got enough bread to recline
And I don’t want your head, I want your mind (I want your mind)
I kinda fell in love with your vibe (with your vibe)
And girl, I’m a player like Fly (like Fly)
Maybe we can link on the slide (on the slide)
I know you a freak in disguise
I put you in Chanel, like you mine (like you mine)
Put you in Chanel, like you mine (yeah, you fire)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (dang)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
How’d I get rich already? (ready)
Polka dot watch, that’s messy (messy)
Lookin’ at my wrist and it’s frightening (frightening)
I’ma get the cash, fast as lightning
She like everything pretty, pretty pricey
I’ma walkin’ dollar sign (wow)
You can see the money in my stride (stride)
Say I ain’t fly, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
Jxmmi got ’em back in the telly (really)
Get a girl a mani and a pedi (pedi)
Go and get your fingernails did (did)
I ain’t got time to be petty (petty)
Hater could be lookin’ right at me (yeah)
I’m a hot shot, understand me (yeah)
Belt and the "B" is for Bally (not too shabby)
Besides shoppin’, baby, what’s your hobbies? (woo!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fire)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
The front row win this time, new Croc bag with the five
Yellow diamonds with the rainbow fire (hot)
Can’t find them shoes I designed
Richard Mille, one time I gotta wind ’cause if I don’t it’ll die (tick)
Jean Imbert when I dine, gotcha like J.R. with the eyes
Wait, CC, hold it, excuse me, y’all could never do me
LaFerarri Coupe E, shittin’ something soupy
Paparazzi, shoot me, enough to make a movie
Facts, facts, facts, never nothing loosely
So there’s no assumin’, I got Call of Duty, pray Wi-Fi
I could get God on the line, so, what’s gettin’ Karl on the line?
Oh, yeah, CC, I win, see, y’all niggas wanna be me
I’d say, "Y’all copy, un-needly" (yeah)
Wouldn’t say, "You’re bitin’", you’re teethin’ (yeah)
And anything from the archives (yeah)
It’s always yes, never why (yeah)
Surf boy, ’til there’s shades on my eyes (yeah)
Killed a trucker with the gold .45 (bow!)

[Chorus: Slim Jxmmi & Pharrell Williams]
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Paint your fingernails, ’cause you fly (girl, you fly)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (she’s fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (fine)
Take her to Chanel, ’cause she fine (that’s right)

Trouble – Come Thru lyrics

[Intro: Trouble]
Ear Drummers
Man, this crazy as f*ck
You said you was talkin’ about what?
I got nothin’, man
I got nothin’ on no nothin’
Nah, straight like that, though
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Trouble]
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’, nothin’ gets to me too close
Ain’t got nothin’ for no nothin’ ho, lil’ bitch be doin’ the most
I was duckin’ bullets, shootouts, me and my guys design your porch
Look in your eyes and I see ho, don’t be surprised when you see smoke, bitch

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
Just want me to come through, come through
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 2: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Damn the bih bout dumb as a box of rocks
Dawg I just get them sock
Find out lil’ bitty be the opps
You can’t be G and be the cops (yeah)
I can’t play myself out like that
Fuck these hoes, keep gettin’ that dope
[?] countin’ mine won’t be tryin’ get no n*gger, somethin’ I know
I was down bad on my luck, my dawg like three sum summers ago
Ain’t sh*t been sweet, but neither’s me so my bitch need 300 or more
I keep guns and ganja close, I keep funds, but I don’t boast
I know what it’s like to not have sh*t it ain’t a bitch I owe
You don’t need ’em now
Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ try me without sayin’ I went in his sh*t (f*ck nigga)
Ain’t no f*ck nigga gon’ disrespect the gang or try my bitch (f*ck nigga)
[?] no game
Watch me straight up out that 6 [?] wit you gettin’ dismissed
I give a fed a Jadakiss I rep that north for facin’ sh*t, Skoob

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Verse 3: Trouble]
I was slidin’, vibin’, ridin’ 285 just in my thoughts
Do I need go hit this lick? Ain’t got no time to gettin’ caught
I can’t leave my folks down bad like that, guess I’m just gon’ slow roll it
Partner say he got OG in the 3, that’s where I’m rollin’
Focus nigga, need to focus mo, that’s Motrin, ain’t no purp
You ain’t gon’ f*ck me up like that, step on my sh*t, bitch, you’ll get murked
Few were out there in the bluff, Eastside just might see me in dirt
A two-piece snack in one piece skirts
Can’t turn me down, this ain’t that vert
Got all 12’s on recurr
Got off them bails, you hella hurt
Got a fair time, I failed to do
Got a fair time, I failed the dirt
You lil’ bitches failed to mention when you gossip in your kitchen
How I held sh*t down since prison, how I held sh*t down in trenches huh

[Chorus: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, come through, yeah
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come? (Yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come, what time?
Come through (oh, yeah)
What time you want a young nigga to come through?
What time you want a nigga to come?
You just want a young nigga to come through (yeah)
You just want a young nigga to come through
You must want a nigga to come

[Outro: Trouble & The Weeknd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come, yeah
Come through
You must want a nigga to come
Come through
Oh, oh, yeah
What time you want a nigga to come? Yeah
Come through
Yeah, you must want a nigga to come

Rae Sremmurd – Powerglide (feat. Juicy J)

[Intro: Swae Lee & Juicy J]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Mike WiLL Made-It
Yeah, Yeah Yeaah
Mally Mall
Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Ear Drummers
Yeah, hoe

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Diamonds unthawed
Coming in froze (froze)
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
When I make a purchase, I can’t wait to showboat (oh)
If she bad I put a pinky ring on snow globe
I’ma have that pussy on lock like Hulk Hogan (yeah)
She was going up and down the pole like yo-yo (down)
You can say I’m greedy ’cause I always want more (more)
I don’t fuck with [?] ’cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Oh, money on monsoon
Baby girl full moon (ay)
Yeah these niggas with some money some room
She don’t she stop, pedigrees, now they clueless
Oh, they big balling like Mutombo, yeah
Much cleaner than your tool kits, woah
Can you believe every night we do this, yeah

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Hold up, Imma’ go and spend that money soon (hold up)
I don’t care if she had a man, so? (man)
Pedicure gang get your fingernails did
With no shame flips that ass like heads or tails (tails)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Can I hit that ass like a bullseye? (hit)
She gon’ suck like a bloodsucker (woo)
My feet higher than a motherfucker
Oh, I hear you like fast cash (fast cash)
Oh, You know I got the hots for you (I’ve got the hots)
I’m being reckless, so I cash in
She said, "I only wanna dance for you"
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Me and my niggas closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Fuck an interview she know the answer (answer)
Prototype cars not a Jaguar, aaah!

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Duck sauce on my feet, hoe
Pass around the pre-rolleds
Rollie on my chain
Flava Flav with the Steez, hoe
Kush residue on my jeans
I blow hella dope
And them classy Reeboks
Whiter than snow
And a nigga be dressin’
Walkin’ ’round, who just steppin’?
Unintentional flexin’
Tryna send out a message
Money walk with the [?]
Shake that ass wit’ ya bestie
Seein’ stars in the rental
Got your broad in the rental?
20k in AOD
And it’s just me and my kinfolk?
Tryna send a girl to college
I ain’t coppin’ no preacher?
Say her birthday late July
Yeah, that means she a Leo?
Might just leave with me tonight
But that don’t mean she a freak hoe
Fuck with dancers and models
Shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from the bottom
Yeah, shout out Keisha bottoms
Couple cases of Rose
Came out to me with the [?]
I pour up for all the girls
But I’ma drink out the bottles

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

[Verse 4: Juicy J]
She got that million dollar pussy
But I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow
I told that bitch to come and ski
Shawty bad
She can get it
She can swallow
She can spit it
Bring her friend
If she with it
On the pole
Got her splitted
In the bed
Or the Lamb
Got your bitch
Suckin’ dick
On the ‘Gram
V12 helped me get up out the jam
Trunk full of slam
R.I.P Lil Peep
I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey)
Back seat of my Benz (hey)
Put that shit on camera (hey)
She squirted on the lens (hey)
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
Pocket full of nothin’ but them Benjy Franklins (hey)
With the gang posted up (up)
Puttin’ numbers up (up)
Bitch, want me that check first
I don’t wanna fuck (yeah)
They say it’s cuffing season
Baby, you ain’t good enough (nope)
She want a real nigga
Dog, you ain’t hood enough

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna fuck, speak up
Coming out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign

Rae Sremmurd – Perplexing Pegasus

[Intro]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Lil’ Jxm’, I got a problem
I’m in love with money, I’m in love with ballin’
Gotta keep my phone on vibrate, how these bitches callin’
Neiman Marcus’ shawty and I ain’t with no shoppin’
2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin’ game
Bubble Gum on Jxm’, smokin’ on a different strain
Niggas still in south, they need to stay up in their lane
Baby, we on top and that ain’t ever gonna change
Put you boys to shame
Pull them foreign’s out
And put you boys to shame
Going hard on a bitch like Major Payne
Say my name (Jxm’)
They ain’t know how to spell it, so I put it on my chain

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
All these, hundreds got me siftin’
Jeep 35, needs a liftkit
Man dirty cup I’m grippin’ I mean it’s a kick-in
Leave your chick within 5 feet of me, wouldn’t risk it
Niggas cannot stop me, told them just to face it
Aston sittin’ low, wow, damn I scraped it
She like spreading wings, ’cause it’s the Pegasus
I’m like "I might go and take the spot, because of negligence"
Barricades ain’t holdin’ me
Money on me, but that ain’t controllin’ me
Last night had bitches go at me, like they go at me?
Took off all these niggas, call it jetstream

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi]
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah, you heard me correctly
If she sleek and foreign, call her Lexus
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexing (yeah)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (yeah)

Pegasus

Lyrics to ‘Pegasus’ by Rae Sremmurd:

–Intro–
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

–Hook: Swae Lee–
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleekin’ foreign, call her Lexis
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it

–Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi–
Lil’ Jxm’, I got a problem
I’m in love with money, I’m in love with ballin’
Gotta keep my phone on vibrate how these bitches call it
Neiman Marcus’ shawty and I ain’t with no shoppin’
2K on my feet, yeah, 2K, I be kickin’ game
Bubble Gum on Jxm’, smokin’ on a different strain
Niggas still in south, they need to stay up in their lane
Baby, we on top and that ain’t ever gonna change
Put you boys to shame
Pull them foreign’s out
And put you boys to shame
Cut the dreads off, bitch, I’m major pain
Say my name (Jxm’)
They ain’t know how to spell it, so I put it on my chain

–Hook: Swae Lee–
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace
All kinda reckless I flexed it
K-keep the change, yeah you heard me correctly
If she sleekin’ foreign, call her Lexis
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist
Only thing I’m here for is perplexin’
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it

–Verse 2: Swae Lee–
All these, hunnids got me siftin’
The Jeep 35, needs a liftkit
Man dirty cup I’m grippin’ I mean it’s a kick-in
Need a chick with a [?] feet, [?] boy, than risked it
Niggas cannot stop me, told them just to face it
Aston sittin’ low, wow, damn I scraped it
She like spreading wings, ’cause it’s the Pegasus
[?] the spot, because of negligence
Barricades ain’t holdin’ me
Money on me, but that ain’t controllin’ me
Last night bitches go at me, like they go at me
Took off all [?], call it jetski

–Hook: Swae Lee & Slim Jxmmi–
Jump in the Pegasus
All kinda reckless the necklace (yeah)
All kinda reckless I flexed it (yeah)
K-keep the change, yeah, you heard me correctly
If she sleekin’ foreign, call her Lexis
Every week a foreign, I just check her wishlist (yeah)
Only thing I’m here for is perplexing (yeah)
Caterpillar whip and I lowered it (yeah)

Mike WiLL Made It – Perfect Pint (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Wop
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Gi-gimme some space
Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
Grade A bitches treatin’ me like a saint
This money doin’ somethin’ to my brain (my brain)
This money doin’ somethin’ to my ego (my ego)
This drank got me talkin’ like Z-Ro
These pills got me feelin’ like Neo
And this freak in my ear tryna go
I-I’ll turn your crib to a ho house
I’m a rockstar, drank ’til I pass out
Drank ’til I motherfuckin’ pass out
Drank, drank ’til I motherfuckin’

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints
Really wanna know, I’m hoping they come to life
‘Cause right there on the stairs is where
We poured our first perfect pints
We poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
I’m in the trap saran wrappin’ with the Vaseline
You know clean lean jump like trampoline
Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
I fell asleep and had a dream ridin’ on M.L. King
Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
They were screamin’ "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop’s free
Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me
Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
Now I’m back on top like I’m ‘posed to be
But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Kung Fu Kenny, look look
Who the fuck you talkin’ to, you ain’t me
Salute me when I’m walkin’ through, you ain’t me
Everything I do is with the extras
Flip me couple million for investments
And my hood love me unconditional
Your hood love you ’cause you on the instrumental though
This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
They screamin’ Compton, must be two sides
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I’m flexin’
VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
Everybody a Crip ’til they black and blue
Everybody a Blood ’til they hemorrhaging
Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy
Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Holding onto memories
Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
I be rollin’ every time that I arrive

Gucci Mane – Greatest Show On Earth (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
I get you fuckers locked up for a quarter key
I told you motherfuckers not to fuck with me
Mike WiLL Made It

[Verse 1]
Gucci Mane, and I’m a one man band
Big papa, I got a brand new bag
Fresh out the feds, I got a brand new swag
I don’t mean to brag, but let my mink coat drag
In Vegas they treat me like I’m Elvis Presley
She using her eyes to undress the sexy
Who wanna come down and be the next contestant?
The list get the chance to hang in Gucci’s section
I walk in the spot like I own the venue
You might find your girlfriend on my private menu
But please don’t leave cause I ain’t tryin’ to offend you
But don’t blame me, she got her own agenda
Tie dye shirt on like we at Coachella
Let’s make love and make these other hoes jealous
I might just jump in the crowd like I’m performing heavy metal
I’m one of a kind like this is [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth (Gucci!)
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth, ha

[Verse 2]
Verse number 2, so I’m jumping back in
Bitches chew me up, like the Doublemint twins
Remember I was trappin’ at the Bouldercrest Inn
Now I’m slidin’ down the Crest in a drop top Benz
‘Scuse me, I meant in a drop top ‘R’
Neighborhood celebrity to the worldwide star
In some lowtop Giuseppes, and I’m steppin’ on the bar
8 figure Gucci Mane, now that’s a god damn bar
Choreographer, I don’t need it
Who needs stylist when you this freezy?
Fuck a interview, I talk greasy
[?] a hired man, for what reason?
I’m a one man band, but give the drummer some
Mike WiLL, yeah, the Ear Drummers some
I’m a Black Beatle like Rae Srem’ and them
And every weekend I have an [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth

Rae Sremmurd – Black Beatles lyrics

Black Beatles in the city be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
(Ear Drummers…)
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn’t receive ‘em
But you said you didn’t need them

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Getting so gone I’m not blinking
What in the world was I thinking?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothing to explain
I’m a fuckin black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin John Lennon lenses like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screaming “everybody’s famous”
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rolling
She think she love me
I think she trolling

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke hoe can only point me to a rich hoe
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb’, real life goals
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There’s so much money on the floor we buyin school clothes
Why you bring the money machine to the club for?
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I eurostep past a hater like I’m Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
Like Chapos serving yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

She’s a good teaser, and we blowing reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don’t fuck with me, I’ll break your heart, baby
D&G on me I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I’m tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I’m rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I’m rich, I’m still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like its still the 80’s
I’ve been blowing OG Kush, I feel a lil’ sedated
I can’t worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking

They lose it when the DJ drops the needle…