Future – Ain’t Coming Back Lyrics

[Intro]
The Wizard
Some things out of my control
Gotta stay in my zone
Know what I’m sayin’
I just told Richie we rich
Woo

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Verse 1]
Different, I done customized the Bentley, yeah
Difference, I done fucked a few stars, yeah
Probably know a couple names on the list
Some you don’t know, they anonymous
Fluorescent but keep the jewelry on a miss
Never on the shelf, never on the shelf, yeah
I don’t need no stylist, I can dress myself (I don’t need a stylist)
Gotta watch the diamonds and they match the belt
Tryna give advice, need to help yourself
Tryna save me, need to save yourself
I can hear the hate even if I’m deaf
You childish, nigga, yeah, you childish, nigga
Jealous of my wrist and my diamonds
Jealous ’cause these hoes out here wildin’, yeah, yeah
They say I’m the one that inspired them, yeah, yeah
They say I’m the one that can excite ’em (You the one)

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah (I’m so different)
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy (Feel my energy)
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Verse 2]
Bitch went to the ‘Gram to write a book (Why she do that?)
Tryna steal the bands from me like a crook (Bands)
Don’t you judge me off mistakes I’ve made
Talk shit, gotta take it to the grave (For live)
Wrist rocky, talkin’ V-V-V’s
Bitches suckin’ out my energy
She’ll fuck my brother for the currency
Dawg ho, and these dawgs ain’t free
Never on the shelf, always fresh to death
I don’t need a stylist, I can dress myself
Drugs in my system, don’t play it fair
Bitches take advantage, know I need help

[Chorus]
Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold
I done made it without sellin’ my soul
Bad bitch layin’ down in a robe
Ask me how I made a mil’ and didn’t fold
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

[Post-Chorus]
Brought my dices with me, had to skip class
Had to tell so many I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back
Yeah yeah, I ain’t comin’ back

[Outro]
Askin’ ’bout these VV’s, VV’s, drippin’
Keepin’ it cold, I’m so different, yeah
Lot of bitches wanna feel this energy
Couple real friends turned enemy

Kodak Black – Testimony Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m God-sent, I know I’m God-sent
I swear ‘fore God
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout?
Now, I done overcame so much obstacles
Came up from up under so much rocks and shit
Even though I be out here schemin’ like a demon semen
I know I’m God-sent
This gotta be God

[Verse 1]
I’m God-sent, like He sent me up so I can relay these messages
Like He use me as his vessel, like He use me as an instrument
They locked me in a box, they hate how God just keep on blessin’ me
They locked me in a box, I pray to God this ain’t my destiny
I don’t drink no lean, I’m sippin’ on holy water like this my medicine
I’m a livin’ testimony, every album like a testament
Everything I went through made me who I am ’cause he be testin’ me
So I’m breakin’ bread with all my fam ’cause I don’t take no ecstasy
I done sacrificed my niggas ’cause none of my niggas see the best in me
They want me slingin’ metal like the Devil, but I’m Heaven-sent
My brother, my mother, and Alex fuck my daddy ’cause he neglected me
I’m 20 years old, but I act like I been here before, like I’m a veteran
He speak this shit through me like I’m a prophet, but I’m a reverend
Put my blood, sweat and tears in all these lyrics ’cause this my Exodus
I’m dyin’ so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it
I’m dyin’ so I can live, so I can live, I resurrected it

[Chorus]
Ayy, blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
I’m stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby

[Verse 2]
I just shot a nigga, now I can’t sleep
My brother, he just washed me down with bleach, oh
Project baby, snotty nose, head peezy
Now everybody ’round the world tryna be me
Miss my niggas, hope they see me on the TV
I’m on Instagram showin’ off my VV’s
You won’t understand that this wasn’t easy
I been walkin’ ’round with my head peezy
Shot a nigga, took a shower with the bleach, Yahweh
Mama, I fell victim to the streets, I’m sorry
I’m in middle school; sellin’ weed in the hallway
I was skippin’ school, got in beef, started robbin’
Jackboy, that’s my G, we like Batman and Robin
God, I know you lookin’ out for me through the darkness

[Chorus]
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
Stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby
Blood in my eyes, I’m goin’ blind, oh
I’m stuck in these streets, feel like my life froze
I’ve been runnin’ these streets, got me dehydrated
I’ve been livin’ so crazy, feel like I’m dyin’, baby

6ix9ine – TIC TOC lyrics

Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
She on my drip drop
She ain’t never went both ways, but I made them lip lock
Left her at the condo for days, she was at the tip top
Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked
I been drinkin’ all this lean, I know I need to stop
Hoppin’ out of stolen cars, and we shoot chops and opps
Two flooded out Rolexes, they don’t tick or tock
Lemme catch your lil’ shorty, she gettin’ picked apart
Everything up to par

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets
I got my whole team flooded
Saks Off Fifth, I’m with your bitch
She buying everything I wanted
She fly me out to Waikiki
LV all on her bikini
Take her money, go Houdini
I call her when I want eat-eat
On my feet, you see them CC’s
Neck and ears, you see them VV’s
On my jeans, you see them GG’s
Treat that bitch like she a fefe
Big body Benz, that’s beep-beep
Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep
That bitch know she a freak-freak
And the pussy staying on leak-leak

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

Aminé – CHINGY Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Hey!

[Chorus]
VV’s on my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing
VV’s in my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing

[Verse 1]
Ooh, yeah
Bodies on bodies on bodies
Saw that she called me, she said that she want me
I tell her come through and she leaving the party
Taking it down, couple of rounds
Bitch I’m Aminé, you know it’s allowed
Checkin’ my ‘count, make sure it’s right
Spending it once and I’m makin’ it twice (true)
Nigga who are you (yuh)
What’s your avenue (yuh)
Oh you know so-and-so (whoo)
Okay, then you cool (brr)
Silly me, silly me, you don’t know this luxury
Pussy tastes like sorbet
Tee-WaTT, I need more bass

[Chorus]
VV’s on my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing
VV’s in my pinky ring
It’s right there like I’m chingy man (yeah)
Tell me who the fuck are you
Bitch you know I do my damn thing

[Verse 2]
At the hotel, and I’m chilling
Bitch, she alone, I made me a couple million (racks)
Pay me like the movies do (yuh)
Heaven sent like Charlie’s boo (whoo)
Bad bitch look like Lucy Liu (true)
We could make a movie too
Okay okay (yuh yuh)
Okay okay (yuh)
In my face like Cena so this mula be my soulmate (true)
Tuition in my mouth, your check on my neck (yuh)
Phone off you can’t locate
Tee-WaTT I need more bass

Young Chop – Cant Hear You letras

[Hook]
I’ve been hustling, get to it like the rent’s due
I’ve been fucking up that check, I can’t hear you
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
I’m speaking guapanese nigga for them broke boys
I’ve been fucking up that check, (Beep) that’s my favorite noise
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking

[Verse 1]
I’m counting so much money that my thumbs hurt
And your bitch suck on my dick until her tongue hurt
And I’m smoking on that pound of marijuana
I fuck that bitch one time and do not call her
If that check ain’t ’bout a mil I do not want it
If that check ain’t ’bout a mil I do not want it
Nigga you know I’m getting a lot of fucking commas
I flex so hard do this shit like every summer
[Bridge]
It ain’t no need for talking
The streets gon’ vouch for me
It ain’t no need for talking
Yeah my semi talk for me
It ain’t no need for talking
Pussy nigga I got a heater
It ain’t no need for talking
You fuck nigga ain’t want no beef

[Hook]
I’ve been hustling, get to it like the rent’s due
I’ve been fucking up that check, I can’t hear you
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
I’m speaking guapanese nigga for them broke boys
I’ve been fucking up that check, (Beep) that’s my favorite noise
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking

[Verse 2]
Fifteen hunnid’ for my fucking red bottoms
Christian Louis Vuitton nigga that’s where I bought em’
Pussy nigga ran up on me then we shot him
All these weirdo ass niggas don’t want no problems
I just spent ten K on my lemonade
VV diamonds on my shit, that’s my pinky ring
And my Rollie cost a motherfucking Bentley mane’
Did I forget to mention I just copped that Bentley thang’?

[Bridge]
It ain’t no need for talking
The streets gon’ vouch for me
It ain’t no need for talking
Yeah my semi talk for me
It ain’t no need for talking
Pussy nigga I got a heater
It ain’t no need for talking
You fuck nigga ain’t want no beef

[Hook]
I’ve been hustling, get to it like the rent’s due
I’ve been fucking up that check, I can’t hear you
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
I’m speaking guapanese nigga for them broke boys
I’ve been fucking up that check, (Beep) that’s my favorite noise
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking
It ain’t no need for talking, It ain’t no need for talking