Bow Wow – Emotional Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy
Maybach ride, I’m ducked low behind them curtains boy
And I got my feet up, young nigga sittin’ comfy though
Backwood, ten grams, we blowin’ heavy smoke
Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team
Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me
Never read my comments on the ‘Gram, yeah y’all don’t know me
Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me
Snoop said, “Get these niggas,” so I’ma get ’em dog
One house, ten bitches, that how I’m living dog
Strip club, ten bands, then watch ’em take it off
If she don’t fuck, I don’t tip, that’s I how I do it y’all
Let’s get back to this real shit a nigga been through
All that shit they write about me, y’all think that it’s true
See I’m too rich to be depressed and I don’t fuck with the press
Yeah, smoke ’cause I’m stressed, OG nothing less
We at Teterboro when them planes touchdown
Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground
Gotta watch your circle, it’s a circus, niggas turn clowns
Go ‘head with all that fake love shit, I know what’s up now
Gotta watch these hoes nowadays, they all want to be famous
And if she make it past the lobby, she signin’ a statement
Because these hoes nowadays attackin’ niggas who famous
You see Russell and the Weinsteins, I ain’t catchin’ them cases, roll up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback
I lost my little nigga to lean, he had a heart attack (damn)
And all these rappers gettin’ taxed out here
Heard you got pressed in LA, you can’t relax out there
Take ’em to Compton, Wack, I swear they wouldn’t last out there
They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pass out there
That’s extortion at its finest my nigga
We in these streets every night, it ain’t hard to find us my nigga
Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that’s all we ride my nigga
You and 30 niggas, 30 clips, so don’t try my nigga
Drop my own shit, I couldn’t wait on Jermaine
And I’m just speakin’ facts boy, I’ll never hate on Jermaine
And see I see shit different, now our view ain’t the same
You still stuck on that old shit, boy the business done changed
I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris
Day ones, me and you been through a lot of shit
No matter what you gon’ always be my little brother
And it kill me when we in public and we ain’t speaking to each other
This shit crazy, oh my fault Brown, this shit brazy
We grown men, let’s turn this shit around
Ciroc got me feeling all emotional
Speaking from my heart, that’s what I’m supposed to do
Students of the game and boy I’m coachin’ you
No subtweetin’, you talk shit, boy I’m approachin’ you
That’s real

[Outro]
Fucked up right now
Gone off this Ciroc nigga
Niggas got me in my feelings
Fuck around, wake up and regret everything I say
But I thought that’s what hip-hop was about though
So fuck it

Pries – Deuce Deuce

[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 1: Lil Johnnie]
I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
And I don’t give a fuck about your fuckin’ nana
All my brothers on the block stay with them hammers
They ain’t buildin’ houses, they pull up and blam ya
You ain’t talkin’ money there ain’t shit to say
Callin’ up the plug, I need a zip a day
Holdin’ out your knock well that’s a give-a-way
You a pussy bitch it’s in your DNA
I feel I’m Pac the way I turn that deuce to a dub
I feel I’m Pac the way I hit that lean with the cut
Hit that lean with the cut
This a swamp in my cup
I just got a pint through the mail man
I’ve been smokin’ dope with my mail man
I’ve been livin’ shit with like a mail man
Got that cookie-cookie by the bail man

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

[Verse 2: Slim Jesus]
I just dropped a deuce in a pineapple soda
Then I called up Lil Johnnie on his Motorola
Told him I need a couple ounces of OG yoda
Said he on his way and we finna roll up
Then it’s back to the trap and I’m countin’ yola
I don’t play bout my money, no remote controller
I got shooters on call and they stay poured up
They pull up on ya, kill you quicker than ebola
Yeah I be with the savages where it’s dangerous
And we don’t fuck with 12 they ain’t scarin’ shit
Funk we do a lot of flexin’ he just movin’ licks
We run up in his house and we takin’ shit
Say he got a bad bitch, he just talkin’ shit
My bitch bad, your bitch fat, you call her thick
And I sold you cut lean cause you a straight lick
Go ahead, run up on me, you gon’ eat this clip

[Hook: Lil Johnnie]
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda
I just dropped a deuce deuce in the Fanta
Swear that extended clip look like a banana
I just dropped a deuce deuce up in the Fanta
And I don’t fuck with 12 so don’t read a miranda

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

Young M.A – Praktice

[Intro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit
Yeah
They talkin’ ’bout practice, bloody
Like we don’t practice, bloody

[Verse 1]
Who said I don’t go hard? Bitch, I go so hard
I don’t care who got it, we still in charge
Fuck these hoes, fuck these broads, I don’t got no time (no)
Do you see my pockets (yeah), I’m doin’ just fine
Don’t call my line, don’t call my line (don’t call it) if you ain’t talkin’ checks (what?)
Oh you tryna flex? (What?) We are not impressed
Bankrolls in my sweats, hitters to my left (woo, woo)
Pull up to the club (skrrt), fuck it up, then we left (skrrt)
Hennessy on my breath, OG in my chest
Oh you makin’ threats? Okay, say less (say less)
Don’t act like you know me (huh?) I don’t know you guys (no)
So if I say, "Who you?," (who them?) do not act surprised
Man, I don’t pay y’all no mind, no, I just pay my bills (yeah)
No Netflix and chill, bitch, I get checks and chill
Put that pussy on my grills, bitch, tell me how it feels (woo)
They say that I’m rude, no I’m just that real (woo)

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

[Verse 2]
Oh you tried to doubt me? They tried to doubt me
Oh you a hater? Keep that shit from ’round me
Pull up in that Audi, skrrt skrrt, then I’m outtie (skrrt skrrt)
Put my chain on her, she like, "Oh, you tryna drown me?" (Ooh)
Back when I was broke, you was tryna clown me
‘Member when you said you was better off without me?
Now I’m shittin’ on you (shittin’), ooh, I did it on you
Now you got the blues, like I’m Crippin’ on you (woo)
But I’m on my Blood shit, suu whoop, suu whoop (suu whoop)
I be fuckin’ doll bitches, voodoo, voodoo (voodoo)
If you gettin’ money then, you cool, you cool (you cool)
But I don’t know you guys, who you? Who you? (Who dem?)
I do what I do, bitch, mind your business
I’m talkin’ my shit, because I’m twisted
I’ma be a billionaire, speak that to existence (ayy)
I believe that shit, if I say it then I meant it
You can’t tell me nothin’, everything in function
I don’t hear no facts, nope, I just hear assumptions
You said you was poppin’ (word), I heard you was bluffin’
Oh you frontin’ frontin’, you really ’bout nothin’
Chicken with the stuffin’, we gettin’ that bank, bank
We gettin’ that KK, fuck what you think, think
We smokin’ that stank stank, loud pack, yeah that dank dank
I ball every pay day, everyday is pay day

[Chorus]
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Y’all talkin’ ’bout practice
Bitch, we active, we active
I just dump a bitch and dump my ashes, my ashes

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody
Like we ain’t never ever go hard for this shit
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this shit

[Outro]
Like we ain’t never ever go hard
They don’t let us in, we bogartin’
Bloody, bloody, ayy
Bloody, bloody, ayy
We go hard for this
If they don’t let us in, we bogartin’ this

Smoke DZA – The Mood (feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Yea
It’s a really fucking cool era we in
Yea, uh

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
It’s a Bada$$, Kushed God colossal
We coming through and we hostile
47 deep so everything’s getting toppled
Showtime nigga word to James word to goggles
Everybody’s fucked like a high price brothel
You can’t out-hustle a hustler so don’t try to
Word to Steezy the tactic is still survival
Fuck humble nigga ride on your rivals
The hoes wanna hang like my peacoat toggles
Guess who’s bizzack? Smokey and I’m here with the pack
After this you gon’ need you a nap
They throw shots we don’t even react
Like I ain’t got Pedro on payroll to take care of that
Set it out where it’s at
Nigga flow way in tact
The bag heavy scale off weigh it back
Lightyears ahead of niggas, not even laps
You can’t compare them boys to us
Shit, that’s not even rap

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, uh, and let me switch the mood
Gotta take a risk for your biggest wish to come true
I been in those shoes, had fifth-dimensional views
Where ain’t shit to lose just more proving
Finally got my piece of the pecan
Me and momma moving no more staying out on weekends
Got no time for snoozing know I’m out for Benjamins
Representing me, repping for all my people dreaded in my family
I see a canopy of bars thats overhead
Thinking to self there can’t be no one this hard, they all dead
Go and spar with the ghosts that’s on my side
I’m a star momma look up in the sky
Son shine bright, don’t I?
Only getting brighter I been closer every summer, winter, hour, minute
Like I am supposed to, very soon you will be out of minutes
You should let me coach ya, work the smoke
We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture from these vultures

[Verse 3: Smoke DZA]
It ain’t for purchase gotta take the game in doses
The illest shit don’t really get too much promotion
Children of the indigo protect the fortress
Trump got the whole world feeling hopeless
Still I got my chest pokin’
Too much headaches not enough Motrin
Life will have a nigga self frozen
Won’t have my self stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in
The flow golden, the wave, the boat rowing
We here, they no-showers
Smoke blowing the OG in the wind
Had a bunch of losers tell me I couldn’t win
See you taking off that’s when the hating shit begins
Watch you walking on water they say it’s cause you can’t swim
Time to transcend, hands in, boss and [?]
Ben Franklin’s, all across the globe my name ring
Airport, customs, walking through chain swing
You could tell I’m doing my damn thing
Ugh

Curren$y – All For Lyrics

[Intro]
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
What’s it all for? What’s it all for?
Tell me what’s it – what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Tell me what’s it all for?
What’s it all for? Yea

[Verse 1]
Crosses get thrown
Cliques get torn apart before they even really start getting on
Small change staying in the way of big money
Smoke some with your OG learn something
Wrist froze my soul ice cold, arm yellow gold
And cashed out a couple kilos
Cut my grass low built my fence high cause I that heard snakes fly
Shut your operation down from the inside
Get tapped in the wire before you realize trapping lied
Scramming for dollar signs
You gamble with your life only could lose one time
Shit, is it all worth the risk? Gotta decide before you step into this
Because the game don’t wait
Sideways burning rubber cause a nigga paper straight
I got some money put away and got some more on the way
Shit

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

[Verse 2]
Tell you how dollars start a world war
Level 6 Benz coupe armored car
I really been mashing down the Autobon
Worldwide getting of the parmesan
Smoking in the pool with my diamonds on
Ice water what you call it though
She jumped in with nothing on
She know what she want

[Hook](x2)
What’s it all for? What’s it all for, all for
Money and the power, what’s it all for?
Sleeping zero hours what’s it all for?

Ralo – Die Real (feat. Young Dolph & Trouble)

[Hook]
Yeah, what you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you gonna be?
What yo wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga

[Verse 1]
Ask me what imma be
I just wanna be real
My momma say imma die
Cuz real niggas get killed
That fake shit get revealed
Boy you know how that is
I want to snap on these niggas
But something keeps telling me chill
Something keep telling me never fuck with them people no more
But I love my dawg to death
And dawg it ain’t no homo
You got to pay me for convo
You don’t know me, I’m John Doe
We got to fuck in the hood
Cuz I don’t fuck in the condo
Hold up give me a minute
Don’t suck that dick till i’m finished
It won’t hurt to be real
That shit won’t cost you a penny
I don’t really have any friends
I don’t fuck with too many
I only fuck with my soldiers
And I’m the Sargent, Lieutenant, yeah

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
Aye
Imma be a real nigga, that’s the easiest thing to do
Been getting money since a youth, what about you?
Diamonds ocean blue, fuck bitches by the twos
They watch my every move
Foreigns, Rari, black shoes
Bitch I sold dope because I had to
Getting head in the back of the classroom
Told my niggas don’t make a move
Because right now I’m hot
Fuck niggas in their feelings like he can’t be stopped
I got money in the wild blood on my hands
Yeah I love my dawgs, yeah I been the man
Yeah I sacrificed everything nigga
Yeah I’m just too real and you a lame nigga

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Verse 2]
All I ever want to be in life is what I am
Respect is what I demand
Stand up nigga I never ran
All I ever wanted to be in life is what I is
Follow the rule, never put no hoe before your kid
Follow the rule, never let no hoe fuck up your crib
If you partners down the road
Hold em down, that’s just real
If your plan go sour, take you L that’s what it is
When you [?] in these streets just like I did fool
Might get out and cop that amg just like I did
Might just get that Lambo just like Ronald [?]
50 em in my pocket, flex on any given Sunday
This is true, OG said just stay down and get that money

[Hook]
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
What you wanna be?
Imma be a real nigga
Why they keep on asking me what do I want to be
I just wanna take care of my dawgs
And my family
I just want to do something niggas ain’t never did
Imma die real, if I die broke or rich

[Outro]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye , aye, ayee

Quando Rondo – I Remember (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Quando Rondo]
I ain’t gon’ lie Pooh, you is a fool for this one right here nigga
Yeah, and my world Go Grizz nigga, yeah
Go Grizz nigga ayy, yeah

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember

[Verse 1: Quando Rondo]
I remember hitting licks in the project housing
Yeah, Queezy hit a lick for few thousand
They be like there go that young nigga that stay wilding
I don’t even much right, I be freestyling
I remember them days watching mama cry man
I remember that day that Lil Quaffy died man
Had to get off my ass, man I had to try man
I got to get a bag even if it’s five bands
I remember hitting licks for them flatscreens
On hard streets, I been trying to serve them crack fiends
I remember them days I ain’t have no clothes
I remember them days I was kicking doors
I remember mama saying I’m a bad child
I remember when I first went to the juvenile
I remember when I first realized the envy
Locked up in the cell, I couldn’t get a penny

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I remember everything
Judge told my lawyer that I’m going to chain gang
OG’s telling us that we can’t hang
If I ever run into the opps we gon’ bang
I remember everything
I was fuckin’ with lil shawty, bought her everything
Stay one hundred to the grave, ain’t gon’ never change
Shout out to my mama, put her through so much pain
I remember all them shootouts that we had with them other niggas
My bitch got mad and fucked another nigga
Man that shit was crazy, ain’t gon’ lie it made me heartless
Fell in love with money, it’s gon’ stay with me regardless
I don’t give a damn what they say, I’m the hardest
And I’m not never gon’ leave my apartment
Different situation got me running with my mask on
Niggas still hating but I swear that it won’t last long, oh no

[Chorus: Quando Rondo]
Late nights on my avenue by myself, I ain’t need a gang member (nigga I remember)
I ain’t have the money on my books this time last year ’round September (nigga I remember)
12’s right behind me, I’ma do the dash real fast, no surrender (nigga I remember)
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember
Nigga I remember I remember, nigga I remember I remember
Nigga I remember

Offset – Violation Freestyle

[Intro]
Ain’t no more motherfuckin’, "Wassup bro" with these niggas man
As soon as you see these niggas, these niggas wanna cop pleas

[Chorus]
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

[Verse]
I got more money than all of you niggas (money)
If I feel like it’s smoke then I’m calling out niggas (smoke)
Lil nigga, lil nigga you act like you bigger (huh)
Fuck all that uzi we give them the SIG gun (SIG)
Lil boy, boy you ain’t did nothin’ (lil boy, boy)
30K shows, that’s that kid money (thirty ball)
Thankin’ the lord what he did for me (God)
I thank him ’cause really I did something (hey)
Keep that shit quiet though, keep that shit quiet
They really don’t understand what I’m saying (shh, shh, shh)
From the Nawfside, lot of Mexicans with grams (Nawf)
Lawrenceville High we got 85 vans (woo)
A lot of big names we done put them on game (game)
Quavo told me about you niggas locked up in the chains (lames)
I don’t upload a nigga, but when I see you I’ll expose you niggas
Niggas so young that I’m feeling like I’m a OG
At the top with the older niggas (OG)
Ten thousand racks wipe his nose, official (racks)
Amsterdam, wrappin’ a global figure (woo)
And I got loads of figures (loads)
It’s all red, yeah the coupe it’s a blister (skrt)
‘Cause you’re rich, lil nigga ain’t official (nah)
You was broke, reading bricks, scared of pistols (hey, hey)

[Chorus]
I just woke up to the money today (wake up)
Fuck all that demon shit, I’m ’bout to pray (God)
I really posted on blocks with these K’s (blocks)
I’m thinking about putting some stock in the braids (stock)
Back up lil bitch, you ain’t bad enough (back up)
All of my foreigns get mounted up (mounted up)
Bust down my wrist, bitch I’m Patek’d up (bust up)
Yellow skin bitch and she tatted up (hey)
I pick out a foreign, got options (foreign)
Get up your bag and you pop shit (pop)
Gelato smell just like a moshpit (moshpit)
No more vodka we sipping on active (Act)

Lil Boosie – Heartless Hearts

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 1]
I got this heartfelt thug shit
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’
Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror
Watching my back across the track with my main hitter
I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater
I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road
Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 2]
This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
Real talk, it been broken like that
Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that
Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack
He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat
She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that
You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back
I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that
Need a second line to bring some memories back (that’s Lil’ Bleek and Lil’ Ivory)

[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

[Verse 3]
If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand
Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand
He lost Lil’ Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man
Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head
Snaked Lil’ Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand
I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand
I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me
Go right back in that struggle with me
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel

[Hook] x 2
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine

Pressa – Basically

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

[Verse 1]
My niggas buy brown, whip it
My niggas buy cars, ship it
Sold three zips, fishes
13 like Scottie Pippen
These niggas they all a gimmick, these niggas they real they bitches
Ask ’em how they really livin’, I gotta stay optimistic
Bad bitch she on me, and she half Vietnamese
These niggas so fake to me, shoot him once fatally
My niggas do time for me, hopin’ for early release
Bigger than your OG, understand me capiche?
My dawg he a animal, he like a cannibal
This is not technical, just to get technical
I stay by the court, where life so short, he blew a technical
It came from over the border, I feel like Al Capone
Tec’ in the mattress, my shooters stay active
See me out in the public (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Pull up and dump it, I need my dumpling
Blow off his front lip, catch his body I’m stuntin’
They don’t want smoke oh, so what was it over
Since when you a winner, and numbers are lower?
He in Aurora, he pray for the Lord, uh
And they don’t want war, ah
Got hit with this [torah?]

[Pre-Hook]
She say I’m bossy, diamonds look glossy
I’m lookin’ flossy, kill ’em like Nazi’s
I’m selling rocky, go for the glocky
I don’t pop oxy’s, I am so saucy
(x2)

[Hook]
These bitches so basically, don’t let it get near to me
I’m here for the industry and leave with it like it came with me
My [?] they miss me, empty like a vacancy
17 in ’83, my niggas they play for keeps

Young Thug – What You Sayin Lyrics

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

[Verse 1]
She was so fine (she was so fine)
So I let her push the foreign ride an’ sit in it (skrrt)
I’m starin’ at the toilet like I wan’ go shit on niggas (what?)
I’d rather kill a nigga (oh boy) before I squeal on niggas (on God)
(Know I’m sayin’, man? Real dripset shit, man, give it to ’em, ya dig?)
Copped her a coupe and now she say I’m the best
I told she ain’t gon’ tell you, can put her to the test
I flood with her Chanel whenever she get upset (what?)
I bought a gold [?] and flex it on the v-neck
Beat her like Funkmaster Flex
Lock on that knit like a bitch
That pussy pink like a pig
R.I.P. to OG double D, bitch I dig
Drink on that lean until it’s [?]
I’ma leak that sauce until the world was slimes
Filled it with slimes and then we slimed up the streets
That pussy nigga tellin’ looks so sloppy to me
Oh no

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

[Verse 2]
If you a G, say “fuck tha police” (fuck ’em, fuck ’em)
Cockblock, and drop it on my gold teeth
I’ma run inside that pussy, dropped my codeine
Get it, drunk it, hit it, hit it, like a nosebleed
(Like I said the first time, man, real dripset shit, y’know what I mean? Pay attention. I ain’t through. Get it)
Pussy nigga starin’ with his snail face
Twenty-fives, thirty-eights, fuck a shell-case (brrr)
Old hunnids, small head on a big plate (what?)
Eatin’ good, vegetarian niggas [?]
All these foreign cars, nigga, know we racin’ (skrrt)
Got lots of foreign broads that I never chase
I swear it’s five stars every time I eat
I swear it’s five broads stuffin’ in my face
You can have it, whoa, whoa, you can have it
These niggas saddened, we just livin’ lavish
I went in the rabbit myself and picked out some carats
She know we ain’t average and all of my niggas happy
Oh no

[Chorus]
I know you dig ’cause I dig, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, then I’m sprayin’, yo, ya
You play with me, I’m gon’ spray it, oh ho
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh no
Don’t give no fuck what you sayin’, oh ho
You play with me, an’ I’m sprayin’
I pull up with dirty sticks an’ I’ma spray it

RetcH – Pop Me A Pint

[Verse]
I drank, two-hundred thousand sodas
Gas up all these niggas, cause these niggas they be bogus
I’mma rock a concert then go spend it on a choker
And I’m smoking all this pressure, help to stimulate my focus
I been down the [A?] might bust a play inside the [?]
I looked up to my uncle until he turned into a smoker
And I can’t hit the function, they won’t let me bring my toaster
Shit, I had to snuff a nigga cause he tried to screw me over
I like the ‘Cedes truck but I been looking at the Rover
I do without the tint, just so 12 can pull me over
And she a diamond bitch but nonetheless I had to mold her
We total opposites but I think that would make us closer
I’m smoking ganja spliffs I feel like I just left the solar
She give me compliments, I fuck her once and then dispose her
I need a rida bitch for all the nights shit when get colder
I rock designer shit, these hoes gon’ fuck you for exposure
I wake up counting chips like every morning like it’s Folgers
I keep the chopper with me, cause these niggas they be vultures
Your bitch she bopping with me and I’m tryna get to know her
And now I’m driving 60 finna go and bend her over

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

[Verse]
Swear I’m tryna walk with Jesus but the Devil close to me
I got enemies that I don’t know I keep the torch with me
[?] I brought the bros with me
And nigga shit, if you ain’t close with me
Then you can’t smoke with me
Swear these bitches getting old to me
They do the most to me
I tell a bitch if you can’t grow with me
Then you can’t roll with me
Low-key with a Cali thing, smoking OG
Dripping sauce all on that bitch like a fucking nosebleed

[Hook]
I’m finna fuck on your pretty little bitch from the back
Then fuck on her face and her mouth
I’m finna pull on her hair
Finna pull on her hair like I’m chopping the shit from the scalp
I’m finna count up a check on the jet
And jump in the car so get drove to the house
I’m finna smoke on this weed and then sip on this drank
On that thirty-thousand dollar couch
I’m finna get booted right now
I’m finna shoot this shit down
I’m finna [provel?] it down
I’m finna jump in the Spur
I’m finna jump in your spouse
I’m finna fuck her then bounce
I’m finished fucking around
I’m finna go off right now
I’m finna smoke out the pound
I’m finna buy me some ice
I’m finna buy me a pint

Chief Keef – Text

[Intro]
SOSA BABY..

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks, & that be the OG, just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

[Verse 1]
Please don’t cross the gun line, gon’ cost you your sunshine
And I got the D-line lookin’ like a lunch line
And today is payday, so you know it’s crunch time
Got my AR with me, that’s my lil sunshine
Pour that codeine up, it’s bout that get drunk time
You gon catch your deer, Imma go and hunt mine
Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies
Y’all my shorties so, when you see me say "What up Dad!"
Ain’t’ no puff, puff-pass, Boa I had a rough past
In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag
You know the streets is [?] Get stuck like a thumb tac
Foe nem took yo choppa from you, come and getcho drum back

[Verse 2]
Ima pour this pint up in some lemon lime
You can get yo shit split, fuckin’ wit me n the guys
Mobbin with some big shit, don’t pay us no mind
Hit you wit’ some big hits, won’t take us no time
Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
Pockets be on be big bitch, I’m not even lyin’
This shit is off the fuckin dome, I’m not even tryin’
It ain’t hard to get up wit’ me, I’m not even hidin’
Bwoy that old ass Benz, you not even slidin’
Hit yo’ bitch from the back, she gone let me have it
Bitch I’m all about the dollas like I play with Dallas
Turn this shit malfunction, texting me could get tragedy
BANG
This shit is crazy..
I’m a 90’s baby, I know nothin’ bout the 80’s
Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
We was really warrin’, I looked up and God just saved me

[Hook]
Runnin’ up that sack
Smokin’ on this dope; also known as pack
And we got them gats, we won’t cut no slack
In these Fendi slacks, I be speakin’ facts
I’m all about a stack
Big ass blunts of thracks; & that be the O.G. just to be exact
She like how I flex, so she want some sex
I don’t wanna talk
She don’t wanna text

BANG!

Chief Keef – Glory Bridge Lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All fly shit I used to go to school like this
Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
She keep lying on my dick she on some hoochie shit
We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
[?]
Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
She know I got more sauce than A1
Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
Shawn Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
She think I’m cute, top me quick, it was a fast one

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
I’m in my bag now I’m OD, yeah
I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
I give money and they lowkey, yeah
Hit her once and then I proceed
And I can’t picture bein broke these days
She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
She was covered up in codeine, ayy
You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy

Chief Keef – Glory Bridge (feat. A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)

[Verse One: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All fly shit I used to go to school like this
Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
She keep lying on my dick she on hoochie shit
We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
[?]
Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
She know I got more sauce than A1
Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
Shaun Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
[?] it was a fast one

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
I’m in my bank now I’m OD, yeah
I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
I give money and they lowkey, yeah
Hit her once and then I proceed
And I can’t picture bein broke these days
She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
She was covered up in codeine, ayy
You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy

Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk – Whatyo City Like

[Tee Grizzley:]
What your city like?

[Lil Durk & Tee Grizzley:]
What your city like?
Where I’m from gotta keep that blick on you
Park at your crib, have my young niggas hit on you
You a killer or a snitch, you gon’ kill me or trick on me?
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
My city be shakin’ that bag
My city got hoes that’s shittin’ on niggas
But even the hoes get hit in they head
What your city like?

[Lil Durk:]
My city had changed the culture
I be with vultures
I can be with you for days, and I’ll be the nigga that poke you
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
My city the home of Meech, home of the riots
My city violent, niggas’ll tell you they love you
But really they don’t even like you
What your city like?

[Lil Durk:]
Shit, I’m from the city of Hoover
Bump and slide, we was robbin’ the jeweler
I was in school but shit had made me a shooter
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
I’m from the city of Kwame
Clean up the scene, wipe off the choppers
And drive to the lake and get rid of the bodies
What your city like?

[Lil Durk:]
Shit, we do not honor no OG
They smoke you and turn you to OG
Had that young nigga take that case, he juvy
You must be stupid think you gang gang, boy your ass a goofy
Know some bitches that be crackin’ giffys, they be boostin’
What your city like?

[Tee Grizzley:]
If it get like that then it get like that
Beef slide down we gon’ get right back
Nigga just like that
Got locked, told niggas I’ma be back
Soon as I got back got three plaques
Opps on Twitter, we ain’t gon’ tweet back
I’ma pop off broad day, no ski mask
My city where the pirhanas at
Jump in that water and drown in that
I hit Kentucky with three hundred grams for five days and bring ninety back
I started off with a ninety pack
Such and such, he can vouch for that
Can’t say his name all over these tracks
‘Cause that nigga know where the body at
What your city like nigga?

[Lil Durk:]
Shit, we take the drugs to Iowa
Home the swiper
When you a gangster don’t go off a title
I know some opps that’s scared of the bible
Yeah yeah, pick up the Glock and put down the rifle
Seventeen with a seventeen
This ain’t back then, we not fighting

[Tee Grizzley:]
Can’t come to our cities, they know what’s up with ’em
Cool with the killers, they really my niggas
They opps mobs, can’t fuck with them niggas
Durk on his way to Detroit, better call me soon as you hit
I’ma put choppers around you, my nigga don’t even trip

[Lil Durk:]
Shit you the way to the Chi? I’ll link you up with the six
Two Glocks shawty wrong, yeah you gon’ ride with them sticks
And I know your ass on parole, so two Glocks in the dip
And I heard blood turned crip, olympic medal how he flip
Ayy T, put me on them Detroit bitches

[Tee Grizzley:]
That shit gon’ be easy, only thing they hate is decoy niggas
You ain’t gotta check in the hotel, my nigga just come to the crib
As far as the hoes, you fuckin’ off rip, they know who you is
Tell Booka I’ma get him a bitch that got her some paper
‘Cause rich hoes love real niggas, they don’t need ’em to save her
I’ma get up with later, I gotta go see my agent
Next time I come to Chi make sure you return the favor

[Lil Durk & Tee Grizzley:]
I’ma return it
Put on a condom, she burnin’
How the fuck you know she burnin’?
Shit, I heard that she burnin’
She must don’t know me yet, think I buy her a Birkin bag
Bitch, your lil twerkin’ ass
You ain’t even worth a bag, yeah nah

Trap Beckham – Backwoods

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Verse 1]
Big backwood no black on me
No Kodak but I be smoking broccoli
I get Too turned up you can not talk to me
I smell just like a forest, I got all the trees
Take them down like that bitch right damn now
Pass that round pass that round
I’m so high my feet can’t even touch the ground
Link up with the dope boys when I touch your town
Wake and bake I wake up and bake a cake
Take my cake then I pull up and break ya face
Conversing with that backwood face to face
I Hit that bitch and then I have a better day

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

[Verse 2]
I just bought a whole zip nigga
Backwood to my lip nigga
Got Henny let me take a sip with ya
I came in with a fire pack
Fixin to smoke them back to back to back
Keep your cigarette and keep your black
I got OG cookie I ain’t keeping that
I’m santa claus how i keep the sack
Rolling up a doobie
Living like a movie
Haters hating i ain’t seeing that
Where i see them at imma leave them at
My bitch bad feel like mike jack
And my old hoes they dont like that
If i pass you this loudpack
Better hit this bitch and pass right back
Smoking on that choking on that loud
Got a nigga floating on that
Your girl bust it open on that
I can not stay focused on that
Blame it on the gas
Put me on ya ass
I be with the green
I ain’t talking grass
You be really green, you look like the mask
I ain’t smoking with ya if your smoking trash

[Chorus]
Walk in with that sack on me
Big backwood no black on me
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Backwood backwood backwood backwood
Breakin down OG
I smokin out of OZ

G Herbo – Man Now

[Intro]
Uhh
You know I come from a city of sorrow, man
Ugly introduction, red snow
Heartaches, heartbreaks, headache, look

[Verse 1]
Growin’ up it wasn’t no joke, ‘member all we had was hope
Nigga all we did was soak, no detergent, wasn’t no soap
I caught on to my environment, I had to, I had to grow
Thought she asked if could see, but she really want some smoke
I’ve been stepped on, pushed over, pissed at, shot
I’ve been bitch slapped, only by the police with my handcuffs
I’ve been spit at, smell the piff’ all on me, know you got it
Where that shit at?
In the back seat of the Crown, thinkin’ ’bout my homie Kobe
Why you walk off from the crowd? Bro you let me down
‘Member mornings, I’d call you ’til you pour me up
Even though I’m broke as fuck, bro know you never let me down
Why you let me down? (why you let me down?)
See me countin’ all these racks, you lookin’ at me now
See me fuckin’ off at Sak’s, in and out Maybachs
Most of all ain’t like these actors, lying in all they raps
Ooh I’m nothing like these rappers, lining all the acts
I spit all the facts

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out it’s dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancin’
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

[Verse 2]
I’m that nigga’ now, don’t roll no Swishers now
I’ma spend at least 250 when I’m gettin’ high
‘Member drinkin’ up six ounces just to get me by
I stopped sippin’ on the deuce, that shit wasn’t gettin’ me high
Now I’m riding to the clip, jumpin’ on G5’s
‘Member puttin’ on the 15, rollin’ up three fives
‘Member doing shows and features, splittin’ it with my guys
Stickin’ to the G-code, didn’t see nothin’ wrong in my eyes
I looked the devil right in the eyes and saw my niggas die
Can’t get caught at the light, I wrote that song and I cried
I ain’t emotional, you know me, that’s another joint for Kobe
Smokin’ 50 grams of OG, 420 just for brodie
I’ma wish you happy b-day, tell the world to smoke the dodi
Look like everyday our birthday, Dolce, Louie, ‘Sace, Balmain
Bitches wanna’ tag alongside, your little hoe got all the jaw game
She want me to fuck it raw, gang, I ain’t trying fuck at all, gang

[Chorus]
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then
I put some ice on my wrist, everywhere I pop out is dancing
I hit the crowd with some shit, soon as I walk out they standin’
I had to be patient for this, I’m the man now, was the man then
I have my way with a bitch, I’m the man now, was the man then

Starlito & Don Trip – Untitled No Hook

[Verse 1: Starlito]
I lost what was left to lose
Privacy, sanity, thirty day spent about 90Gs gambling
Grind like I’m famished
Still ride with them hammers
Try to understand me
Man I’m just tryna provide for my family
My lil cousin in college she need tuition and books
The niggas you hustle with probably won’t even put shit on your books
That’s why I move different like bishops and rooks
Keep a tool with me I’m cool with being misunderstood
I got street credit and I’m also rich in the hood
But you can keep that and I traded my OG status
I just wanna be happy fuck around with these rappers
They just selling dreams you get a syrup and a weed happy
Endured a loss just keep stacking, stashing for a rainy day
Strapped when I’m in traffic
And I ain’t playing just like a rain delay
War torn from the game I ain’t ashamed but I remain this way
Learn from all my pain because it’s lame to make the same mistakes
‘Lito

[Interlude: Starlito]
I mean we don’t have
Like we’re not so similar like
There people like I mean we have different habits
We have different ways of doing things
But when you put us in the room with a mic and a console
You know it’s clock work
So I think with that film that was the other thing
Like those guys play by their own rules
And they did what made sense to them
And that was the strength of their bond
Lito

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
You know you can count on me like a mathematician
If it’s ’bout cash I’m with it, I never slack to get it
Long as my casket empty
Niggas say my name in one of his raps I’m ready to slap ’em silly
I got a clapper with me
And it got a back up with it, that got a back up with it
Three hour drive to Nashville
Stop at Prince’s to grab a chicken
Then it’s back to Memphis
By the way my name ring bells like class dismissal
Bitch I ball hard you don’t believe me?
Ask a catcher’s mitten
Betting against us is like hitting a strip club
Searching for classy women
Meanwhile I’m flier than a flight attendant
But still not high as God intended
Smallest giant, largest weapon
223 if the odds against me
Momma ain’t raise no punk
Disagree with me thats ’til I raise this pump
I can come back everyday and not have to reload
But ain’t enough days in a month
Third time hearing bout a raid this month
Make a nigga proud ain’t still in the cut
I remember riding low key on pins and needles
For all this hay in the truck
And I got a baby AK in the front
I’m strapped up, I’m strapped in
Got road rage on the road to riches
To city near you for my backend

Fergie – Love Is Blind

Hey baby, won’t you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me, pretty please
Oh baby, baby, won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a minute, just tell them you belong to me
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Cook you breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook you chicken soup
Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
‘Bout those bitches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, fuck those other hoes
They had you for a second, just tell them you belong to me
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind, blind-ind
Love is blind, -ind, -ind
Love is blind
I’m number one, original, the OG forever
Me say two, por vida y que we’ll be
Together me say three, call me your main bae
‘Cause baby I’m your rooka and your hunna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman!
Creation
So pass the dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized
Your number one, I just wanna be
Your only love, to me, it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind, blind-ind
Love is blind, -ind, -ind
Love is blind
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell them bitches to go home
Ba bap bap
Bap bap bap bap
Bap bap bap bap
Yeah yeah yeah
Whine up, whine up eh
Whine up, whine up eh, eyo
Whine down, whine down, now whine down whine down
All my girls!
Whine down, whine down, now whine down whine down
All again
Whine up, whine up now, whine up, whine up
Bless up
Whine down, whine down, whine down whine down now
Now whine it all round, whine it all around, oh boy you’re mine
Whine it all round, whine it all around oh boy you’re mine
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again
Whine it all round in a circle around, whine it again

Love is blind – Fergie lyrics

Lyrics Fergie – Love is blind

Hey baby, won’t you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me, pretty please
Oh baby, baby, won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)(love is blind)

‘Bout those b*tches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other h**s
They had you for a minute, just tell them you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind.

Cook you breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook you chicken soup
Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone).

‘Bout those b*tches, I don’t wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other h**s
They had you for a second, just tell them you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone).

(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is blind
I’m in love and love is blind
Blind (Love is blind)
‘Ind (Love is blind).

I’m number one, original, the OG forever
Mrs. two, por vida y que we’ll be together
Me say three, call me your main bae
‘Cause baby I’m your ruca and your ..
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass the dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized.

(Your number one)
I just wanna be
(Your only love)
To me it’s crystal clear
I’m in love and love is bliiind
I’m in love and love is bliiind
Blind (Love is bliiind)
‘Ind (Love is bliiind)
(Tell those b*tches to go home)
(Tell them b*tches to go homeee)
Fergie lyrics
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Fergie – Love Is Blind lyrics

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Love Is Blind lyrics

Lalalalala
Ladadalala…

Hey baby, wont you lie to me?
Oh darling, tell me pretty please
Oh baby, baby won’t you tell me what I want to hear?
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes,
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

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(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind

Cook your breakfast in my birthday suit
When you’re sick, I’ll cook your chicken soup Just feed me, feed me the delicious lines I want to hear
(Don’t leave me, dont leave me alone)

‘Bout those bitches… I dont wanna know
They think they love you, f*ck those other hoes, (uhhh)
They had you for a minute, just tell ’em you belong to me
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)
(Don’t leave me, don’t leave me alone)

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

I’m number one, original, the OG
Forever me say two,…?…
Together me say three, call me your main bae
Cause baby I’m your ruka and your hainna
You’re my darling since it started
We gonna run it, stay one hundred
Keep it coming at this woman, creation
So pass The Dutchess and give me those eyes
Pass the dutchie, got me hypnotized

(Your number one) I just wanna be
(Your only love) to me is crystal clear
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Oh, I’m in love, and lo-o-o-ve is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind
Bli-ind- ind, love is blind

(Outro)
Tell those bitches to go home
Tell those bitches to go home

Chief Keef – You & Me (Thot Breaker Album)

[Intro]
Huh?
Umm
Lean, lean
Skrr, Skrr skrr skrr
Bang bang, bang bang

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
He be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, I’m like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
He be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, I’m like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

Chief Keef – You & Me Lyrics

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

[Verse]
She like, what were you doing with your friends at 2 AM
Sipping lean like soup, I’m finna pick you up in this coupe, what it do
I don’t see nothing wrong with a gangster being on your mind
You know I got them bands
You can’t throw shade because I was taught to shine

[Hook]
Boy, I’ma catch it, teach you a lesson
We be texting, and we be sexing
I’m dressed in designer, she be naked
She go up and down, like let’s get it, let’s get it
Girl you got a hold of me, don’t let go of me
I’m sorry but I can’t eat it like groceries
I’m sipping on lean and smoking on OG
You don’t have to worry, girl it’s just you and me

Snakehips – Right Now lyrics

Yeah
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right

[Verse 1: Elhae]
Party everyday, why we waitin’ on the weekend?
‘Cause she know that I know what she came here to do
We’ll be diving off the deep end, woah
‘Cause I be in my zone, ooh
Pressin’ up like defense, woo
And now we on the road, everythin’ is slow-mo
No discussions, skip the pretense (let’s not make it complicated)

[Pre-Chorus: Elhae & H.E.R.]
You know when we get together we probably won’t act right
You been talkin’ shit forever, but tonight’s the last time
Bottle on the table, like the one we finished last night
Hold up on the breaks and hit the gas

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[Chorus: Elhae]
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
It ain’t right, but it’s right now
We ain’t right, we ain’t right, oh
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right

[Verse 2: D.R.A.M.]
Girl you always fallin’ off on me, that’s target practice
And I can’t stand it when you mad, but it look so attractive
And I got somethin’ in my pocket that makes both of us happy
And when we kick it for some hours off that dope and candy
Said we be freakin’ for some minutes, but it feels like hours
Said we would be strapped off that OG, but it smells like towel
And I can’t stand you when I’m sober, would you still come over?
You drive me crazy, you’re my chauffeur ’til the Uber shows up

[Bridge: Elhae]
She wanna get faded, so we gon’ let the night [?]
And we’re gonna let the [?] slow
We gon’ let the party till we are, ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Elhae & H.E.R.]
You know when we get together we probably won’t act right
You been talkin’ shit forever, but tonight’s the last time
Bottle on the table, like the one we finished last night
Hold up on the breaks and hit the gas

[Chorus: Elhae]
She said she rather be high
So it’s up, up and away we go
To somewhere that they don’t know
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right now
It ain’t right, but it’s right now
We ain’t right, we ain’t right, oh
You know feelings slow me down
And it ain’t right, but it’s right

[Outro: D.R.A.M.]
Snakehips
One bottle, two people and no chasers
Me and lil’ mama, solve our problems
By gettin’ wasted off the alcoholla, marijuana and etcetera
My boo thang, always and forever, yeah
We problematic, so it has it
But who ain’t got problems?
We all have ’em, yeah
But she still a baddie, I’m still her daddy
And we’re higher, than all y’all
Still at it, still at it

TLC – Way Back (Lyric Video)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help me find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
One hour photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

G Herbo – Something

[Intro]
2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I’m just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, I spent that shit

[Verse]
Look I won a race, 100 miles and running
They was stopping, I ain’t jog or nothing
I ain’t lag or nothing
I was 20 laps ahead of y’all, I ain’t brag or nothing
Gang rooting, under pressure, I ain’t let them down or nothing
Everybody got they cameras, hand me a towel or something
All my hard work, all them days in
Y’all know where I started
All them late nights going retarded
Running with the wildest youngings
Smelling like 1000 onions
Damn that shit don’t count for nothing
When I told ’em I was coming
They just thought that was I bluffing
Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch ’em
Pretty ladies, yeah I love ’em
Come backstage, they let me fuck ’em
Free Of Charge don’t owe her nothing
I was rushing, I was getting ready
Make her hold my luggage
Met her once, she let me fuck her twice
She know I might fuck up her life
Too lit to have a fucking wife
She fine enough to wife tonight, so fuck it
She can board her flight
Lil Ruth Chris might get her something to go, I guess I’m sorta nice
Never been on dates, I risked my life
She see me blowing this pipe
Baby I’m not regular, no I’m not your average dude
I grew up a hard knock, that’s not up my avenue
Gotta move something like the president
Can’t leave no trace or evidence
Or location, if I’m there too long I gotta move
Fuck it, you just stay right here cause I don’t like your attitude
Big G Herbo, don’t leave the G out when you say Herbo
Never leave the G out
Glock on me every day I leave out
Only way I be out, niggas know what we bout
Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house
Gold on everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out
And I got more coming, got another tape dropping
Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money
Finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain’t push the sports button
Back to the program, niggas hating but they whores love me
Still getting tour money
15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers
Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain’t running like the Porsche running
Remember yelling 47 with the torch running
Hittin cuts on the ops block
Lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning
All my niggas all about money
In the middle of the war hustling
Hustle homies and you know it touch us
Shut the whole block down, no more hustling
Start all (?) I roll the steel up
Everybody on the team tryna score something
Flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something
Yeah, them killers like Jon-Jon
But we ain’t going out sweet, no cop dying
That means ain’t no cops killing us
Ain’t no ops killing us
Some say I might sound cocky
Some say I might sound scary
But I know that I’m gon’ get home where I’m from that’s (?)
Where I’m from shit get scary, niggas get buried
Riding up on your block, bloody mary
Don’t you double dare me
I’m from the Eastside of Chicago
I’m Gucci where I go
Niggas know me where I go
I’m an OG where I go
You can’t help what you born with
But it’s on you if you die broke
If I die before I wake
Have a party when I go
20 Rollies in a roll (?) if I wake before I go

TLC – Way Back (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Verse: T-Boz]
It’s been a long, long time comin’
Ain’t seen you around
Time keeps on passin’
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
We go way back

[Verse: Snoop]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
I need a fine one, top designer
Baby can you help find one?
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
When our photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Whether, we do, you do? me too
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
This is so evolutionary proper
Now what the future holds, no one knows
But the past is a blast, game overload
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC

[Verse: T-Boz]
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
Don’t you ever think
Back on all that other shit we went through
You know I remember (yeah)
Don’t you ever wish
One day we could reminisce
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

[Bridge]
We go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Cause we go way back
Way back, way back, way back, way back
We go way back

[Hook]
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
Like South side on Sunday
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me
Cause we go way back
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Some things don’t ever change
Yeah, you and me

Big Bank – 25 Squares (feat. Future)

[Intro: Future]
Don’t let this lean hold you back from your full potential
She said your’e the smartest person I’ve ever bumped into
Super

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’, it’s detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Verse 1: Big Bank Black]
Came up, fucked up, living like a savage
Watch my pops give up turn to a addict
OG’s in front the store frontin’ niggas package
White powder turn to blow, I thought I seen magic
Bought a 50 dollar slap, now it’s Big Bank Escobar
These hoes really up for grab when you having some
They thought I would succeed but I feedi fed feechi
Only time a nigga love you, when he begging or he need you
Made myself a boss, a billion dollar mind
Zone 6, living lavish big bank a rare kind
Duct Tape, that’s the mob that’s my whole spine
My nigga Pluto, Freebandz but we the same kind

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’, its detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember

[Verse 2: Future]
I poured a little baking soda and more xan’s
You bett’ not let them hollowtips touch your hands
You see I came up and I blew out like a fan
I watch my man’s turn his back when I expanded
Flipping that raw raw it came in a casket
We on the Southside lil woadie ’bout to blast it
And I knew, I knew when I was on that corner I wasn’t average
Sometime I like to post up
Take the styrofoam and toast up
You know damn well these niggas below us
I made the right moves just listening to my instincts
I got my Pirus, my Grave street niggas with me

[Hook: Future]
I got these checks on my mind, it’s on my mental
I got two Bentley different kinds, they look identical
I put in a certain amount of time, now I’m a general
I can vividly see the day I was going in ’em
I’m talking 25 squares and a rental
You got a million on you, I might kill ya
I can’t go back to finessin’ it’s detrimental
They showed me the billion dollar recipe and I remember