Listen Nessly and Lil Yachty New Song “Guacamole”


Nessly and Lil Yachty team up for a new banger “Guacamole” produced by TM88.

The tasty banger features the two Atlanta rappers rhyming with auto-tune over an infectious beat. The track centers around the pairs wealth as they flaunt their money using catchy metaphors. For every other line that Nessly and Lil Boat bounce off each other they reference their possession, making it known that they are much richer than the average rappers out now.

“Shorty know that am a rock star / She just want to live the life / Ni**as say he selling real hair / Hit the lean up with the light / Hit my leader with the sprite / Put the lean up on the ice,” Nessly raps. During a recent interview with Complex, he revealed that the song was written from back in 2014. “Guacamole’ was a song I recorded in 2014. [Lil] Yachty always loved it and used to send me Snapchats of him singing along to it,” Nessly said. “While he was on tour he called me randomly asking if I had the beat to it still so he could record a verse. I thought it was pretty random but was on-board immediately. TM88 put the finishing touches on it.”

Listen to Nessly and Lil Yachty new song “Guacamole” below. You can also get the full lyrics here.

Lil Yachty & Young Thug – On Me

[Intro]
Earl on the beat
Like any problems, is there any problems
Yeah, yeah
Jeffery
Lil Boat

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Thug]
Is there any problems (any problems)
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (yeah, yeah)
And they filled with hollows (brrt, brrt)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat!)
Country Thomas made Billy a promise (okay)
Ayy, say he never let a bitch divide their commas (facts)
Before they got rich they was some roadrunners
Puttin’ pipe in niggas’ bitches like a full plumber
They think a nigga stupid, I’ma act dumber (act dumber)
The whip seen more donuts than the nigga Homer (skrrt)
Ayy, drop her off at 5ths, tell her take a trip (take a trip)
Then I take her back home and nut on her lips

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Any problems
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (pew pew)
And they filled with hollows (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Catch me fucking on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Catch me fucking on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Bitch, these flooded Pateks on me
Can’t buy all that (woah, woah, woah)
Flyer than a eagle and a seagull and I’m on a jet (woah, woah, woah)
Left wrist sittin’ on bricks (woah, woah, woah)
I’ll put these racks on your kids (woah, woah, woah)
Know you got a real big bag, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You think about a Jag, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’re poppin’ these tags, don’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
Makin’ love to the dick, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll slurp a nigga’s dick, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll squirt in my bed, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll suck it through the fence, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
You’ll swallow my kids, won’t you? (woah, woah, woah)
Won’t you?
I was on a helicopter
Cartier like binoculars
I was feedin’ a bitch lobsters
Santan’ like Dockers
I was drinkin’ too much, err
We was killin’ baller blockers
I was drippin’ in Nautica, err, err, err

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Is it any problems
Any bottles (any bottles)
Any models (any models)
That like to swallow (like to swallow)
Like gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Talkin’ gobble gobble (gobble gobble)
Keep extended clips (pew pew)
And they filled with hollows (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Twenty-two hoes on me (ayy)
Twenty-two clothes on me (oh)
Twenty-two golds on me (ayy)
Twenty-two broads on me (keep broads on me)
Givin’ you swag for free
Learn how to dress from me (how to dress from me)
Keepin’ these hoes beneath
Keepin’ ’em beneath my feet (okay)
I done got back on (that backbone)
I done got back on (okay)
Gettin’ my racks on (racks)
I’m gettin’ to the bag holmes (okay)
Chanel my backbone (Chanel)
Chanel on my backbones (Chanel on my backbones)
Read my texts (yeah)
Better read my texts (yeah)

Lil Pump – Back Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
217 on the track, man
Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a Cadillac, ooh
After that she didn’t know how to act, ooh
Back then I used to be quarterback
Go to the bank and I pull out 100 racks
Put the AR in the trunk of my Pontiac
Want me fo’ sho, bitch I’m chargin’ ’bout 40 bands
I’m into trappin’, I’m shippin’ out hella packs
Diamonds dance so crazy, ooh
Your diamonds so fugazi, ooh
Bitch said the crash is the 80, yeah
I just bought a brand new Mercedes, huh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, ooh
In the kitchen whippin’ up babies, yeah
And I got a bitch named Hailey, huh
And I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)

[Chorus: Lil Pump & Lil Yachty]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Lil Boat
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Young rich nigga need a dick rode
Hit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccup
Bang, bang, bang, like ya knockin’ on the front door
Bitch brown skin like a muhfuckin’ [?]
Used to post at the Citgo, uh
Now I got chips in the Citgo, uh
Now I got a wrist like a igloo, huh
And it glow like a disco ball
Bih, bend it over like your shoe’s untied
Side bitch still got a iPhone 5
Main bitch still got a iPhone 7
Still caught a uzi pistol or a MAC-11
Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitch
And I better still make it up to Heaven, uh
I’ma have a kid just to dress him up real bougie
To the seven, goddamn, I’m a reverend
Lil Boat, Lil Pump

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
All I do is count racks, ooh
Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, yeah
Throw it back, huh
Throw it back, ooh

Khalid – Young Dumb & Broke (Remix) (feat. Rae Sremmurd & Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Khalid]
So you’re still thinking of me
Just like I know you should
I can not give you everything, you know I wish I could
I’m so high at the moment
I’m so caught up in this
Yeah, we’re just young, dumb and broke
But we still got love to give

[Chorus: Khalid]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
We kept our last few hundreds (yeah)
Spread out just like a fan (hey)
She memorized my number (oh)
Same one from 2010 (oh yeah)
And we’re living it up, forget about sorrow (oh)
Party all night (night)
Same time tomorrow
Keeping my cool (cool)
Making my moves
Young, dumb and broke, dreams coming true

[Chorus: Khalid]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

[Verse 3: Khalid & (Slim Jxmmi)]
We have so much in common
We argue all the time
You always say I’m wrong
I’m pretty sure I’m right
What’s fun about commitment?
When we have our life to live (hey!)
Yeah, we’re just young dumb and broke (skrt, skrt!)
But we still got love to give

[Verse 4: Slim Jxmmi]
Never thought it would be like this (Sremm life)
I never thought it could be like this
Remember when I used to drive the hoopty, oh yeh
I’m coming in that Lamb’ I’m ’bout to scoop you oh yeh
I know the last time that you see me I was broke
Pull up for my city, graduated blue and gold
Tell me how to do it, you ain’t did this shit before
Y’all niggas winning if you watching peep the scope
We get it while we young dumb

[Chorus: Khalid and (Lil’ Yachty)]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
(Lil’ Boat)
Young dumb broke high school kids
(Lil’ Boat, Lil’ Boat)

[Verse 5: Lil’ Yachty]
Young, dumb and broke (yah)
Back in high school Boat was so emotional
Now I’m super rich and everything I do is so promotional (yah)
I didn’t finish college, so my momma thought I wouldn’t be shit
I had to prove her wrong (yah)
That’s why I talk about her now in every single song
Had to struggle for a while (I did)
Just so I could live it up when it’s time to live (ok)
I knew something had to give (yah)
Broke as hell using lyft
I could never get a lift, now they all want one from me
Stay away from the thing, message from the King of the Teens

[Chorus: Khalid and (Lil’ Yachty)]
While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke (Lil Boat)
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada (it’s the American Teen and the King of the Teens)
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

Gucci Mane – Both (Remix) (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[Intro: Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I don’t usually do this but the drink has got me moody
Got me thinking ’bout decisions man
I should’ve left with Juvey
Got me bustin’ with my cutie
I can’t trust her nor her booty
Every night, she actin’ new school, I am not gon’ be a student
I got class, I got trash, I got bills, I got pills
Heard them boys gon’ write me off
Hope they also writing they wills
I got beam, I got flash, I got dreams and nightmares past
I’m allergic to the (brrrr) I’m using wings to wipe my ass
Right now I’m high as shit, I’m on a bumble [?]
I just got out my bitch, felt like the sunken place
She give me drunken face, she give me highest praise
And when I’m in LA, I’m smoking Kobe Bryant eighths
I watched my father whip the yay up like some mayonnaise
Mom’s would come home, they would argue he didn’t put away the plates
Taught me how to do my dirty, clean up at the same time
Right now I’m on a couple percs & leaning at the same time
Remix baby, Tunechi!

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got so many felonies, I might can’t never go to Canada
But Drake said he gon’ pull some strings, so let me check my calendar
I just popped me one of them one what-you-call-its and it boosted my stamina
Now I’m fucking her on the banister, guess I just East Atlanta’d her
I’m in an all-red drop tarantula, fuck a Challenger
Damn these hoes ain’t got no manners, bruh, where’s the manager?
I keep throwing rubber bandies up, hoe, pull your panties up
Cause you fuck like a granny fuck, you’re just an amateur
This Patek Philipe gon’ make this crooked judge try throw the book at me
I look like half a million worth of heroin when she look at me
But you ain’t gotta fuck with me, my nig, but you’re stuck with me
But how you called the cops on me, my nig? You grew up with me

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Verse 3: Drake]
Yeah, I’m both
Yeah, I had a drink, yeah, I smoked
Yeah, you think I need you but I don’t
Just left out Dubai with all my folk
Open water, my location is remote
Shout-out Yachty but this ain’t a Lil Boat
This some shit I wrote about when I was broke
See, the power of the mind is not a joke
Man, I said that I would do it and I did
Used to get left-overs out the fridge
Nobody was famous where I lived
Till I got it jumping at the crib
Took a lot to be able to give, I mean

[Hook: Drake]
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now, got me talking about my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now and I need ya in my life
I don’t usually do this unless I’m drunk or I’m high
But I’m both right now

[Outro: Southside]
Southside

Fell in love with the money – Ksupreme lyrics

Lyrics Ksupreme – Fell in love with the money

I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
All of us came from the boonies, keep a whole squad full of goonies
I do not shop at no Zumiez, broke b*tches all got the cooties
I love the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
K Preme, Lil Boat, moneeey
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey.

I fell in love with the moneeey
My chain is so cold that I made her nose runny
Remember being broke with no food in your tummy
Now I’m at Benihanas takin’ pictures with hunnids
Yuh, I had to go get that moneeey
Me and my brothers we came up from nothing
Yeah, I fell in love with that moneeey
Yeah, I fell in love with that Gucci
Yeah, I fell in love with that Louie
I don’t love you b*tches, I just love the coochie
Yeah, I fell in love with my Uzi
Yeah, all of my b*tches be boujee
Aye, treat your main b*tch like a groupie
Me and that b*tch made a movie
Hop in the Beam and zoom like I’m ..
Try me lil nigga and my shooters go looney.

I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
All of us came from the boonies, keep a whole squad full of goonies
I do not shop at no Zumiez, broke b*tches all got the cooties
I love the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
K Preme, Lil Boat, moneeey versuri-lyrics.info
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey.

Stuck to the moneeey like fungi
She f*ck with us we the fun guys
I fell in love with the rich life
She fell in love with my wrist ice
Shout out .. for my wrist ice
Probably somewhere sippin’ mystic
Almost got caught from her lipstick
Nigga run up on Lil Boat, that nigga gon’ catch a hit stick
When me and bro first got that moneeey, what we do, we went and bought some Gucci fits
(The all white track suit motherf*ckers)
Damn, in that lil bih like I’m Herbo
I need that Bentley with turbo
She wanna’ f*ck on the virgo.

I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the money
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
All of us came from the boonies, keep a whole squad full of goonies
I do not shop at no Zumiez, broke b*tches all got the cooties
I love the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
K Preme, Lil Boat, moneeey
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeey
I fell in love with the moneeey, I fell in love with the moneeeyyy.
Ksupreme lyrics
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KYLE – iSpy (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Kyle + Lil Yachty]
Man, fuck
What’s wrong Kyle?
Man, these kids, man, talkin’ shit, makin’ me feel bad
Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, bro, look at life
Man, you’re right
Mmm, you see? You see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, woah…
You see these trees man? You see this water?
I guess it is okay
Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man
Man you know what, y-you’re right…
You damn right I’m right, I can’t remember a time I was god-damn wrong
Man, thanks, Lil’ Boat
Hey man, that’s what I’m here for

[Verse 1: Kyle]
I ain’t been gettin’ high…
Well maybe a little, baby I don’t wanna lie
I know when you text me girl, I don’t always reply
Well you’re not an angel either, you can’t even fly
I notice, you think that you know shit
All this shade that’s comin’ at me, I wonder who throws it
They can’t see the vision, boy they must be out of focus
That’s a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit
Otay, pray them niggas go away
Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil
This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop, it’s gonna be a mothafuckin’ snow day
Ayy, boy is good and he knows it, he don’t say it, he shows it
I’m just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in
I am in Cali just coastin’, get ’em so wet they need coasters
I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain’t never post it
And I’m in my happy place posted, I ain’t frown since ’06
I ain’t cried since ’01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though, your friend ain’t cute but it’s fine though
We gon’ end on a high note

[Chorus: Kyle]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

[Refrain: Kyle]
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I…

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
She said she 21, I might have to I.D. that
All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack
I remember ridin’ around the city in a Hatchback
Lookin’ for a problem with my young goblins
I’ma send a model home with her neck throbbin’
I done made so much money that it’s non-stoppin’
Got my brothers on my back like the last name
I remember tellin’ everyone I couldn’t be tamed
Woah, six months later I had snapped and now I’m in the game
Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane
Went from "Can you take me here?" to screening out the lane
Went from "Damn this nigga lame" to remember my name
So I remember all the people who ain’t fucked with me
They went to college, now all them niggas is history
Upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth
Riding deep in the van, like we lookin’ for a mystery (Raggy!)
So don’t fuck with me
No, lately I been livin’ like luxury
Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys
And on my mother’s mother I won’t fuck a bitch without a damn rubber

[Chorus: Kyle]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I…I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

[Refrain: Kyle]
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I…

Mike WiLL Made It – Hasselhoff (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
This shit hard
Lil Boat
Ayy
Woo!

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, I took the top off (bitch!)
Ayy, dove in the pussy so deep, that bitch calling me Hasselhoff
I made a dream come true we servin’ swag no Oxeno

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Brother used to serve grams and price at downtown parking cost (bitch)
Fuck what it cost, pay the cost just to floss, jump off
18 years old, got my own crib (lil boat)
18 years old, got my own whip (lil boat)
This shit not regular
Dropped out of school and made more than a regular (bitch)
Told her pop that pussy like its Penicillin
Now put red dots on his head like his name was Krillin’
Now surpassed every rapper that started chillin’
Now they lookin’ at boat like I am the villain

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, just took the top off (bitch!)
Ayy, dove in that pussy so deep, that bitch calling me Hasselhoff
I made a dream come true, we servin’ swag no Oxeno

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, talk to me polite or I’ll have my young niggas come take out your channel box
Just fucked a bitch named Daisy, I hit from the back while I grip on her dreadlocks
You’ll be surprise what we fit in these ziplocks
Yeah, master shawty that shit do not tick tock
I made a milli no weezy, that’s big locks
Shoot at your shawty from 40 for 40
Old niggas hate me they daughter adore me
Dick in her gut ’cause her daddy annoying
Lyrical ass, nigga got me snorin’
Tryna make all this sense, that shit boring (bitch!)
(Shut that shit off, bitch)

[Refrain: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, I took the top off (bitch!)

[Interlude: Lil Yachty]
Nigga’s hated me before I came in the game, niggas gon’ hate me when I leave this motherfucker, ya dig?

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, girls going wild, they took they top off
Ayy, the coupe going wild, I took the top off (bitch!)
Ayy, dove in the pussy so deep, that bitch calling me Hasselhoff
I made a dream come true we servin’ swag no Oxeno

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, bitch
Woo!
Lil Boat
Ayy
Gang!

KYLE – ISpy lyrics

Man, fuck
What’s wrong Kyle?
Man, these kids, man, talkin’ shit, makin’ me feel bad
Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, bro, look at life
Man, you’re right
Mmm, you see? You see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, woah…
You see these trees man? You see this water?
I guess it is okay
Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man
Man you know what, y-you’re right…
You damn right I’m right, I can’t remember a time I was god-damn wrong
Man, thanks, Lil’ Boat
Hey man, that’s what I’m here for

I ain’t been gettin’ high…
Well maybe a little, baby I don’t wanna lie
I know when you text me girl, I don’t always reply
Well you’re not an angel either, you can’t even fly
I notice, you think that you know shit
All this shade that’s comin’ at me, I wonder who throws it
They can’t see the vision, boy they must be out of focus
That’s a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit
Otay, pray them niggas go away
Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil
This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop, it’s gonna be a mothafuckin’ snow day
Ayy, boy is good and he knows it, he don’t say it, he shows it
I’m just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in
I am in Cali just coastin’, get ’em so wet they need coasters
I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain’t never post it
And I’m in my happy place posted, I ain’t frown since ’06
I ain’t cried since ’01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though, your friend ain’t cute but it’s fine though
We gon’ end on a high note

I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I…

She said she 21, I might have to I.D. that
All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack
I remember ridin’ around the city in a Hatchback
Lookin’ for a problem with my young goblins
I’ma send a model home with her neck throbbin’
I done made so much money that it’s non-stoppin’
Got my brothers on my back like the last name
I remember tellin’ everyone I couldn’t be tamed
Woah, six months later I had snapped and now I’m in the game
Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane
Went from “Can you take me here?” to screening out the lane
Went from “Damn this nigga lame” to remember my name
So I remember all the people who ain’t fucked with me
They went to college, now all them niggas is history
Upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth
Riding deep in the van, like we lookin’ for a mystery (Raggy!)
So don’t fuck with me, no, lately I been livin’ like luxury
Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys
And on my mother’s mother I won’t fuck a bitch without a damn rubber

I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I…I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I…

Jovanie feat. Lil Yachty – Two Seater Lyrics

(Intro – Lil Yachty)
Lil Boat
Yeah, Lil Boat!

(Verse 1 – Jovanie)
I got a lot of girls all in my contacts
But you the only girl I ever contact
When they hit my line
Like ring ring, I’ma hit decline

(Pre Chorus – Jovanie)
Got a lady, I tell em every time
She amazing, my my
Upgrade like graduation
She hold me down like gravitation
They can’t break my commitment up with ya, oh
Stuck to my side like Siamese
Girl you know I need you right beside me
Want you real close to my body

(Chorus – Jovanie)
I only got room for you, like a two seater
I’m only gon ride with you, like a two seater
Ooh baby, you know this ain’t no test drive
Fly you out from the east to the west side
I only got room for you, like a two seater

(Verse 2 – Jovanie)
I got a lot of girls on my timeline
But you’re the only one that’s on my mind
They try to throw me signs
But I ain’t caring cause I got a dime

(Pre Chorus – Jovanie)
She my lady, I tell em every time
She amazing, my my
Upgrade like graduation
She hold me down like gravitation
They can’t break my commitment up with ya, oh
Stuck to my side like Siamese
Girl you know I need you right beside me
Want you real close to my body

(Chorus – Jovanie)
I only got room for you, like a two seater
I’m only gon ride with you, like a two seater
Ooh baby, you know this ain’t no test drive
Fly you out from the east to the west side
I only got room for you, like a two seater

(Verse 3 – Lil Yachty)
Don’t bring none of your friends tonight, it’s only me and you
In that SLS Mercedes coupe, we drift aloof
Never out the loop, she blow me like a can of soup
I’m never losing, you rich but you PT-Cruising, ok
I’m really having that way
You really spoiled cause every time you have it your way
You happy now cause your ex-ni**a was cirque du soleil
Don’t play, I’m not for all the gunplay
But brother dem will knock you out your front
I keep racks in my pocket though
And it’s only room for two like a socket
And sometimes maybe three when you’re feeling nasty
I drop a 20 in the mall when I’m feeling cashy
I’m on go
All these other ni**as need to know that
You’ll always be loved like a throwback
And baby girl I hope you know that
I hope you know that

(Chorus – Jovanie)
I only got room for you, like a two seater
I’m only gon ride with you, like a two seater
Ooh baby, you know this ain’t no test drive
Fly you out from the east to the west side
I only got room for you, like a two seate

Lil Yachty – Shoot Out The Roof

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah I see everything that happens
You know what I’m saying?
I see all y’all little niggas, jocking and biting style
Niggas ain’t me bruh, niggas can’t be me
Nigga won’t be, you feel me?
I know you niggas want to be part of the game, but you niggas can’t be me, The fuck nigga?
I only got one little brother in this motherfucker you feel me?
Only got one little brother in this motherfucker that’s rocking with me nigga The rest of you little niggas, you little niggas is biting swag nigga Gimme my shit back, like I don’t fuck with these niggas

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Nigga you ain’t Uzi, you ain’t Carti damn sure not me
Never on the scene, what you mean, nigga yadda mean
Ballin like Yao Ming, paint her face, nigga just like Sting
Came up popping beans then I dropped it cause I’m not a fiend
All you niggas wanna be me, rub the pussy for a genie
Your bank account looking teeny, Tina Turner, big burner
Young nigga too rich for a fight, new crib on a kite
Pent house living large, youse a broke boy rapping bout a dream
You ain’t never shot the steam, stop lying to the teens
Big benz too clean, three thousand dollar jeans
Three times three nine in my jeans spent that on my sister
Ghost ride the older fisker, ball hard like Derek Fisher
Riding round with my niggas, riding round with my niggas
All my niggas do is

[Hook: Sailing Team]
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Niggas sneaky like mice
Just got a new bitch white with a little black like dice
Niggas think I’m too nice, I’ll still slap a nigga next year
Wait ’til I switch the gear, nigga never checked the rear
Nah, cause I’m only going one way, one way, bitch, on the runway
Six bitches one me nigga thats a fun day
All my niggas with me they keep gunplay, gunplay
Lil Boat

[Hook: Sailing Team]
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof
Shoot out the roof, Shoot out the roof

Young Dolph – Bagg Lyrics

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
What is that question you asked?
What is in my bookbag?
That’s just a whole lot of cash
Or that’s just a whole lot of swag
I just got back from England
I just made a mil in three months
I just smoked an ounce in three blunts
I pour lean in my grape blue punch
I never had shit so I stunt, flex
Half a million dollars worth of jewelry on while I’m havin’ sex
Real street nigga playin’ with paper
So I do it for the streets, fuck a hater
Yeah I threw the money on a stripper ho
But later on that night I fucked a waiter
‘Bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go fuck on your bitch
Take her overseas with me, she in first class
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
I’m ’bout to go spend me a bag
Boy that’s a whole lot of swag
Gucci Timberlands with the matching rag

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I got the the youth, I got the Benz
Was gon’ cop Bentley but then I got Maybach
That boy ain’t no soldier, he act like Pat Sajak
A nigga so fresh that I smell just like Ajax
Ooh, I got the bag
I got the swag in a box filled with tags
Show off my riches ’cause I came from rags
Jacksonville shawty, my bitch drive a Jag
Nigga run up, on my soul he’ll get dragged
I spend a whole lotta, Uzi scarf rap like I came from Al-Qaeda
Fuck the rap game, I do not need no writers
I know the shooters and hang with the fighters
One kilo dab, I pipe up more than Rayu
Piper viper viper, my bro keep a sniper
Pop pop at your top
Fuck around and run it up like I’m Guap
Ay, never gon’ stop
Lil Boat take your worst day to the chop shop
Over there on the east block
He lives the thug life just like Pac
I live the good life, I’m the don
Young enough to be your mama’s son
But some hire mama’s sons
Still a nigga signing, fuck her older son
Shout out Zaya, got my neck and wrist on pawn

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
I pull up smokin’ out the bag
I’m ’bout to go spend a bag
I count that money real fast
I wonder if that’s her real ass
I’m on the E-way doin’ the dash
All this ice on me looking like glass
These bitches they love me like [?]
In the trap I perfected my craft
Told you niggas ain’t really [?]
Told you niggas ain’t seeing us
Lost a quarter mil re’ing up
Niggas too slow, ain’t keeping up
Sipping on Actavis
Drinking me a codeine daiquiri
Showed up late but fashionably
Every week is fashion week, yeah
Need a bad bitch that set it off like Jada
I don’t wanna fuck, I want you to hold my sack, I’ll pay you
In Pappadeaux eating alligator
My favorite app is a calculator
Yeah, I think I might go spend me a bag today my nigga

[Hook: Young Dolph]
I got the streets
I got the juice
I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe
I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes
I got the strap, I got the hitters
Stay out my way, paper route business, hey!
I got the money (first you get the money)
I got the power (then you get the power)
We got the streets (hey, hey!)
Because they ours (uh-huh!)
I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag
‘Bout to go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag
Go spend a bag, ’bout to go spend a bag, hey!

Famous Dex – Huh Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey I’m- shit
I can keep- I can keep goin’ over and over
And over, you know what I’m saying?
Like I don’t really care what
Stop talking to me
What’s up D?
Dexter
Ah-yeah, ah-why?

[Verse 1]
Diamonds go live like Periscope
Fuck your lil bitch she a silly ho
Put this dick right in her little throat
Red in my hair, people callin’ me Lil Boat

Like, I don’t really think you understand
But like I say, I’m not a rapper, I’m an entertainer
I’m sayin’ what, ah-Dexter, look

Diamonds go live like Periscope
Fuck your lil bitch she a silly ho
Put this dick right in her little throat
Red in my hair, people callin’ me Lil Boat
No no, that’s my bro bro
Two bitches with me, that’s a ho ho
I get that money, you so so
30 in my hand, people calling me Mojo
I get that money, you late
Fuck a lil bitch then I bust on her face
Huh, baby girl tastin’ taste
Huh, baby girl out of taste
Wait, I can just thirty my waist
You run up on me, shoot you right in your face
I was broke up in the days
Now I’m getting money, swear I gotta get paid
I fuck your bitch with her braids
You wifing her, that’s my slave
Lil boy you ain’t brave
Jump in that water, I swear I can save
Yeah I be stuck in my ways
Thirty conceited, she stuck in her ways
Sippin’ lean, I’m in a daze
Look at my diamonds, I swear you get dazed
Wait, [?] my dollars like Scooby Doo
I’m getting money, boy who is you?
Your bitch she ain’t in to you
Trappin’ so hard, been trappin’ since middle school
I’m getting money my physical
I’m sipping lean my physical
My diamonds like swimming pool
Diamonds so frosty you think it’s invisible

[Hook]
Huh? huh? huh? huh?
Huh? huh? huh? huh?
My 30 on me, he like huh?
I run up on him, he like huh?
I’m sipping on lean, look like huh?
I’m poppin’ pills, they like huh?
Huh? huh? huh? huh?
I run up on him, he like huh?
I run up on him, he like huh?
Huh? huh? huh? huh?
My 30 on me, they like huh?
I run up on him, he like huh?

Lil Yachty – ​iSpy (feat. Kyle)

[Intro: Kyle + Lil Yachty]
Man fuck…
What’s wrong Kyle?
Man these…kids man, talkin’ shit, makin’ me feel bad
Man…fuck them kids, bro. Look around, bro, look at life
Man you’re right
Mn…you see, you see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, woah
You see these trees man? You see this water?
I guess it is okay
Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man
Man you know what…y-you’re right
You damn right, I’m right, I can’t remember a time I was goddamn wrong
Man, thanks, Lil Boat
Hey man, that’s what I’m here for

[Verse 1: Kyle]
I ain’t been gettin’ high…
Well maybe a little, baby I don’t wanna lie
I know when you text me girl, I don’t always reply
Well you’re not an angel either, you can’t even fly
I notice, you think that you know shit
All this shade that’s comin’ at me, I wonder who throws it
They can’t see the vision, boy they must be out of focus
That’s a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit
Otay, pray them niggas go away
Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil
This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop, it’s gonna be a mothafuckin’ snow day
Ayy, boy is good and he knows it, he don’t say it, he shows it
I’m just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in
I am in Cali just coastin’, get ’em so wet they need coasters
I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain’t never post it
And I’m in my happy place posted, I ain’t frown since ’06
I ain’t cried since ’01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though, your friend ain’t cute but it’s fine though
We gon’ end on a high note

[Hook: Kyle]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

[Post-Hook: Kyle]
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I…

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
She said she 21, I might have to I.D. that
All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack
I remember ridin’ around the city in a Hatchback
Lookin’ for a problem with my young goblins
I’ma send a model home with her neck throbbin’
I done made so much money that it’s non-stoppin’
Got my brothers on my back like the last name
I remember tellin’ everyone I couldn’t be tamed
Woah, six months later I had snapped and now I’m in the game
Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane
Went from "Can you take me here?" to screening out the lane
Went from "Damn this nigga lame" to remember my name
So I remember all the people who ain’t fucked with me
They went to college, now all them niggas is history
Upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth
Riding deep in the van, like we lookin’ for a mystery (Raggy!)
So don’t fuck with me, no, lately I been livin’ like luxury
Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys
And on my mother’s mother I won’t fuck a bitch without a damn rubber

[Hook: Kyle]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh, I…I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

[Post-Hook: Kyle]
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I…

Famous Dex – Huh

[Intro]
Hey I’m- shit
I can keep- I can keep goin’ over and over
And over, you know what I’m saying?
Like I don’t really care what
Stop talking to me
What’s up D?
Dexter
Ah-yeah, ah-why?

[Verse 1]
Diamonds go live like Periscope
Fuck your lil bitch she a silly ho
Put this dick right in her little throat
Red in my hair, people callin’ me Lil Boat

Like, I don’t really think you understand
But like I say, I’m not a rapper, I’m an entertainer
I’m sayin’ what, ah-Dexter, look

Diamonds go live like Periscope
Fuck your lil bitch she a silly ho
Put this dick right in her little throat
Red in my hair, people callin’ me Lil Boat
No no, that’s my bro bro
Two bitches with me, that’s a ho ho
I get that money, you so so
30 in my hand, people calling me Mojo
I get that money, you late
Fuck a lil bitch then I bust on her face
Huh, baby girl tastin’ taste
Huh, baby girl out of taste
Wait, I can just thirty my waist
You run up on me, shoot you right in your face
I was broke up in the days
Now I’m getting money, swear I gotta get paid
I fuck your bitch with her braids
You wifing her, that’s my slave
Lil boy you ain’t brave
Jump in that water, I swear I can save
Yeah I be stuck in my ways
Thirty conceited, she stuck in her ways
Sippin’ lean, I’m in a daze
Look at my diamonds, I swear you get dazed
Wait, [?] my dollars like Scooby Doo
I’m getting money, boy who is you?
Your bitch she ain’t in to you
Trappin’ so hard, been trappin’ since middle school
I’m getting money my physical
I’m sipping lean my physical
My diamonds like swimming pool
Diamonds so frosty you think it’s invisible

[Hook]
Huh? huh? huh? huh?
Huh? huh? huh? huh?
My 30 on me, he like huh?
I run up on him, he like huh?
I’m sipping on lean, look like huh?
I’m poppin’ pills, they like huh?
Huh? huh? huh? huh?
I run up on him, he like huh?
I run up on him, he like huh?
Huh? huh? huh? huh?
My 30 on me, they like huh?
I run up on him, he like huh?

Kyle – ISpy Lyrics

[Intro: Kyle + Lil Yachty]
Man fuck…
What’s wrong Kyle?
Man these…kids man, talking shit, making me feel bad
Man…fuck them kids bro. Look around bro, look at life
Man you’re right
Mn…you see, you see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, woah
You see these trees man? You see this water?
I guess it is okay
Come on man, you got so much more to appreciate man
Man you know what…y-you’re right
You damn right I’m right, I can’t remember a time I was goddamn wrong
Man thanks Lil Boat
Hey man, that’s what I’m here for

[Verse 1: Kyle]
I ain’t been gettin’ high…well maybe a little, baby I don’t wanna lie
I know when you text me girl, I don’t always reply
Well you’re not an angel either, you can’t even fly
I notice, you think that you know shit
All this shade that’s coming at me, I wonder who throws it
They can’t see the vision, boy they must be out of focus
That’s a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit
Otay, pray them niggas go away
Always tell the clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil
This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop, it’s gonna be a mothafuckin’ snow day
Ayy, boy is good and he knows it, he don’t say it, he shows it
I am just like the Rose[?], if I shoot it, it goes in
I am in Cali just coastin’, get ’em some [?] coasters
I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain’t never post it
And I’m in my happy place posted, I ain’t frown since ’06
I ain’t cried since ’01, my bag like Six Flags and your house is no fun
You can come back to mine though, your friend named Cupid is fine though
We gon’ end on a high note

[Hook: Kyle]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, nevermind
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, nevermind

[Post-Hook: Kyle]
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I…

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
She said she twenty-one, I might have to I.D. that
All my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsack
I remember riding around the city in a Hatchback
Lookin’ for a problem with my young goblins
I’ma send a model home with her neck throbbin’
I done made so much money that it’s non-stoppin’
Got my brothers on my back like the last name
I remember tellin’ everyone I couldn’t be tamed
Woah, six months later I [?] and now I’m in the game
Went from fake chains to diamonds in another lane
Went from “Can you take me here?” to screening out the lane
Went from “Damn this nigga lame” to remember my name
So I remember all the people who ain’t fucked with me
They went to college now all them niggas is history
Upgraded from gold to diamonds in my tee
Riding deep in the van, like we lookin’ for a mystery (Raggy!)
So don’t fuck with me, no, lately I been livin’ like luxury
Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys
And on my mother’s mother I won’t fuck a bitch without a damn rubber

[Hook: Kyle]
I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, nevermind
Oh, I…I spy with my little eye
A girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, nevermind

[Post-Hook: Kyle]
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I, I spy with my little eye
I spy, I spy with my little eye
Oh I…

Famous Dex – Drip From My Walk (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everybody keep asking me how I get the drip. How I get drip this? How I get drippy that? How I get drip that? How I be fly this? How I be fucking bitches that? They say how I got all the drip? But look

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
My baby she come from up north
My money, it come from the vault
I’m smoking on dope like Young Dolph
We touch the plug down for the cough
Im sippin’ on lean till I fall
My diamonds they shine, they Rick Ross
I hop in the foreign, get lost
(Oh Man Goddamn)
2 bitches they calling me drippy
I fuck them and then we get drippy
My 30, it shoot, Scottie Pippen
Im sippin’ on lean till I’m sleepy
I pop me 2 pills I get geeky
I got a lil bitch her name Kiki
I think that lil bitch Puerto Rican
She chill at my crib for the weekend
3 grams in my Wood like a boss
My diamonds they shine with a floss
My foreign it float like a ghost
I hop in that bitch and get lost
My money is starting to get tall
I walk in the mall buy it all
My drippy it came in the sauce
I get the drip from my walk

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Run Ricky
Straight neck, I don’t do the hickeys
Nigga stupid if he try to stick me
Leave a pussy nigga drippy-drippy
Aw man, fuck it up
All my young niggas they run it up
Can’t leave the room till we add it up
Bag it up, I get that drip from my sister
I get that speed from the fisker
Old heads lookin’ at Boat like the sinister
Young niggas look at Lil Boat like the minister
Just made a 30 while fucking on Jennifer
Dex and Lil Boat, we go way back
Niggas where fools go A-Track
If I bring you a four I need eight back, drippy-drippy
Boat so young she had to hit up Ricky
Dripping sauce, feel it in your kidneys
Young nigga had a real epiphany
Before a nigga had a mili
And I ball like a player
Got a Benz in my lair
These niggas want me to flip flop
In her throat like a cough drop

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

T-Pain – Dan Bilzerian

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I can pull up on you with a million bucks
Bitch I’m with the squad, we got a million trucks
Just ’cause you don’t see me don’t mean I ain’t movin’
I be in the dark with the semi tucked
You don’t want this shit to go to fisticuffs
Boy pass me that bottle, I ain’t get enough
If they gon’ talk about me I’ma let ’em talk
Bitch I’m takin’ off, bitch I’m takin’ off
Get off me, ho

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Refrain: T-Pain]
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Once they pour it on me you can’t get it off
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Get off me, ho

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
Who that?
Throw that ho like two stacks
Hit it in the booty ’til them booty cheeks turn blue black
Order at the crib, bring the crew back
Let me see you do that, do that, huh, huh, woo!
Shout out to my niggas on that Houston shit
It ain’t nothin’ better than a Houston bitch
If she ain’t let me fuck, I say, “Fuck that bitch”
But if she wanna fuck I’ma fuck that bitch
You see me bro?

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Refrain: T-Pain]
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Once they pour it on me you can’t get it off
Ayy, Lil Boat
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Ayy, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Get off me, ho

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
All my niggas ridin’ dirty on that old Chamillion’ (skrrt skrrt)
I’ma be the first teenager to reach a trillion
Ooh bitch I’m rich as fuck, I don’t need your love
I got powers in my beads like Mike with his glove
You can’t pull up on me, I keep MAC around me (no you can’t)
Macky, Max and Ronald spray it, get to soundin’ (yes it do)
Please don’t try your luck, please do not get buck (please do not)
Tell the blocks to listen close, I don’t give a fuck
Lil Boat!

[Hook: T-Pain + Lil Yachty]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me (yeah)
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me (no they can’t)
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck (bitch I’m rich as fuck)
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck (they can suck a dick)
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian (gang, gang)
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian (bitch it’s T-Pain)
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck (T-Pain and Lil Boat)
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

Lil Yachty – Bentley Couple

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Haan
(Absolutely)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
And I just nutted on Trinity
Bitch, bitch you not you, you a mini-me
Fuck up that fuck up in any facility
Suckin’ on dick must be your main ability
Hatin’ ass nigga, ol’ fakin’ ass nigga
I’ll fry you on a pan, ol’ bacon ass nigga
Bacon ass nigga, lyin’ on your figures
You don’t pull triggers, nigga, you such a bitch
Bitch, you don’t pull triggers, you such a snitch
Neck full of water, my diamonds glist’
250 cash, I might drop on that Bentley, bitch
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
[Hook: Lil Yachty + Gucci Mane]
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
It’s Gucci! Let’s go
I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
It’s Gucci!
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I might go cop me a don
In the hood I’m like LeBron
It’s so much ice on my watch and my pinky
That haters wanna cut off my arm
Way too much sauce, I’m like Uzi, Uzi
Water drippin’, I’m jacuzzi, ‘cuzzi
She suckin’ it up like a smoothie, smoothie
I think I’m in love like Choosey Susie
Haters sayin’ what they gon’ do to me
Beefin’ with niggas not new to me
Watch what you say now, Gucci don’t play now
EA my playground, I love how the K sound
Me and Lil Yachty in Nautica (Nautica)
Polar bear, Gucci, Antarctica (BRRR!)
20 chains on like Mardi Gras
Woke up this mornin’, bought another car
Too much pressure will smother yah
You know the real niggas don’t fuck with yah
We spillin’ Ace of Spades on the furniture
And I’ll wet a nigga up like a water gun
So many Rollies, got my brother one
Bust at your boy, get another gun
I raised you lil’ boys, you my other sons
Guwop just spazzed out on another one, Wop!

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)
I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt (Lil Boat!)
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Lil Boat!)
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a Bentley coupe
I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Niggas be mad ’cause I’m richer
I’ll spit on your sister, I pity Marissa
She should’ve fucked with me back when I ain’t had shit
Now my money sittin’ tall on giraffe shit
Shout out them Southside bloods in Jurassic
Ask how I’m doin’, bitch nigga, I’m fantastic
Just got a new bitch, she like doin’ gymnastics
I wrap up that sack with a string of elastic (Lil Boat!)
Yeah, I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)
I might go cop me some Spanish food
These hatin’ ass rappin’ ass niggas be mad
They mad ’cause niggas is no longer into you
Damn, your money short like an interlude (lil’ money!)
Ain’t no tellin’ what I’m finna do
Got a crew with amenities, touch me, they strokin’ me
They look at boy like he the holy trinity
Uh, but I encourage philanthropy
Yeah and I ball when I rap like I’m Master P
If one more old ass nigga say somethin’ ’bout 2Pac or Biggie
I might lose my sanity
Lil Boat!

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Nah forreal, man, I don’t know nothin’ about that shit, man, stop askin’ me ’bout that shit. Ain’t gon’ tell y’all too many times, man, I’m young and I’m rich. You prolly mad ’cause your kids keep playin’ me. They not gon’ stop playin’ me. It’s Lil Boat, bitch. Suck my dick.