Post Malone – Motley Crew Lyrics

[Intro]
(d.a. got that dope)

[Chorus]
Count up the bands, stickin’ out
No rubber band is big enough
Chain is so heavy, can’t pick it up
Came with the gang, a myriad
I see your whip, hilarious
Where is my roof? Mysterious
My whip from Fast & Furious
Curtains with yellow interior
I get the commas, period
Covered in ice, Siberia
I’m at the top of the pyramid
Bitch, I’m a star, I’m Sirius
We came to play, it’s serious
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the motley crew

[Verse 1]
Sit-up, pour, I just forgot where I was
Pour it up, throw it up, sit up, what?
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch, get up
Came with a wig splitter
I got John Wick hitters (Ooh)
I’ma go get, get up (Wow, uh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Camе with the army, army, army, yeah
The pеople ’round me still the same
We just wanna party, party, party, yeah
We rowdy and we’ll never chill

[Chorus]
Count up the bands, stickin’ out
No rubber band is big enough
Chain is so heavy, can’t pick it up
Came with the gang, a myriad
I see your whip, hilarious
Where is my roof? Mysterious
My whip from Fast & Furious
Curtains with yellow interior
I get the commas, period
Covered in ice, Siberia

I’m at the top of the pyramid
Bitch, I’m a star, I’m Sirius
We came to play, it’s serious
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the motley crew

[Verse 2]
What you gon’ do? I’ma pull up with the crew
When I’m off the juice, I like to hang out the roof
I’m rockin’ jewels, I like when the diamonds, they move
I just go through, I do not wait in a queue
Baby, baby, pick it, Brady, Brady
AP navy, navy, chain like two Mercedes
I’ll come when they pay me, come with Katy, Amy
Crew go crazy, crazy, kick it down daily (Uh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Came with the army, army, army, yeah
The people ’round me still the same
We just wanna party, party, party, yeah
We rowdy and we’ll never chill

[Chorus]
Count up the bands, stickin’ out
No rubber band is big enough
Chain is so heavy, can’t pick it up
Came with the gang, a myriad
I see your whip, hilarious
Where is my roof? Mysterious
My whip from Fast & Furious
Curtains with yellow interior
I get the commas, period
Covered in ice, Siberia
I’m at the top of the pyramid
Bitch, I’m a star, I’m Sirius
We came to play, it’s serious
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the gang, a myriad
Came with the motley crew

Lil Zay Osama – Danny Block Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy (Brr, brrr)
Once again
Steppin’ on these niggas head man, (Steppin’ on these bitch ass)
Gettin’ in between these bitches legs, man
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
What we doin’? (What we doin’?)
Ayy, steppin’ on these niggas heads
Every day a new opp dead
Every day a different Glock
p*ssyboy know how I play it
I hope this song right here don’t get in the hands of the feds (Hope it don’t get to the feds, man)
Ayy, I just got a brand new Glock
With a fifty and a switch (With a fifty and a switch)
I just popped one of my opps
I’m finna go do another hit (I’m finna go do another hit)
I don’t givе a f*ck ’bout this money
I just bought foe nem somе sticks (Bought foe nem some sticks)
I just bought me a new watch
Without the sun this bitch gon’ glisten (Bling, bling)
Please, name another rapper that did more drills than me? (Who did more drills than me)
Anytime I poked a nigga when I was broke it was ten at least (It was ten at least)
Popped up at his spot like, “What you say, haha, remember me?”
My opps think they ridin’ slick, I see you boys in that Jeep (I see you boys in that Jeep)
And it ain’t no SRT (Nah)
Man, I know where bitches sleep (Ayy)
If I was grimey slimey, I woulda put your baby on a tee (Put your baby on a tee)
But it really ain’t that deep (It ain’t deep)
You ain’t did shit to me
Just a whole lotta rumors that you sneak dissin’ to the streets
[Chorus]
And we still trap on Danny block (Trap on Danny block)
Ayy, how you block a nigga in but don’t jump out the car?

Soon as we pull up we gon’ jump out the car (Jump out the car)
Nigga, let’s go Glock for Glock (Glock for Glock)
Bitch, we could go shot for shot (Shot for shot, bah, bah)
Only thing I ain’t doing is bar for bar

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I want you niggas head (Head, head, head)
Boy, I want you niggas top
Bitches going crazy, I walk past and I hop out the car
Chains on, bet nobody reach, he gon’ be off the Wock’
Freaky hoes on top the car, I ain’t heard not naan shot
Might just hit the e-way in my striker
Let me find some hoes f*ckin’ with niggas that don’t like us
Niggas beef with us, they wanna call us and type us (They type us)
(Man, what typa)
Ayy, niggas is this?
I got signed years ago but bitch I’m still rich
I just copped the AP and a Carti’ and I’m still rich
I just copped four cars, forgot I bought ’em, man, I’m real rich
I just took two losses, told my momma I don’t feel sick
Ayy, ayy, I’m a real-life threat
Smoked a lot of niggas in the city, they still don’t know who did that (Still don’t know who did that)
He was f*ckin’ with the opps, he ain’t wanna get out so he got stretched (Come here)
Other buddy was due ’cause and I could tell you what happened there
He was sneak dissin’ to a bitch
We caught him loafin’ put it to his neck (Put it to his neck)
And I could say some names, but you know I can’t show my hand (I won’t show my hand)
If this song gets to the feds, bitch, I’m still ain’t gon’ rat (Shhh)
Still gon’ post up on Danny block
Ain’t a nigga gon’ come through there, ayy (Ayy)

Mooski, Chris Brown & A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Track Star Lyrics

[Intro: Mooski]
Ah, ah, ha-ha
(She’s a runner, runner, runner, runner, runner)
This the remix, yeah-yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 1: Mooski]
Shawty gon’ run when she in a bind
A track star, we never seen the finish line
Can’t confide or commit, she scared to trust somebody
On your mark, go, set, go, she ’bout to dust somebody
Do what it take, do what’s gon’ make it last
She can’t take the pain that come with that
Hit the brakes ‘fore it’s too late, she fast
Once she set her pace, she don’t look back
Now I know I looked ovеr the signs
Girl, do you ever gеt tired (You know) of runnin’, runnin’?
Oh, why?

[Chorus: Mooski & Chris Brown]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star
She gon’ run away when it gets hard
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred
She hurt anyone that gets involved
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh, why?)
She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh, why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for (No, oh-oh, woah)
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it (Ooh, woah, oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
She’s a liar, she a capper
She’d do anything for the Black Card
She give you her pain with a black heart (No)
Should of never let that shit get that far (Woah, woah)
It’s always been games with you (Oh)
Keepin’ score and changin’ moods (Oh)
I was all for it, but lately you (Oh)
Showed me that side, that crazy you (Oh, crazy you)
And you can get to packin’ all of your bags
You can leave the racks with all of them tags
Gon’ do your thing and don’t look back
Damn, girl, you fast (Woah, woah)

[Chorus: Mooski & Chris Brown]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star (Oh, she, she)
She gon’ run away when it gets hard (Away, yeah)
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred (No, oh-oh, woah)
She hurt anyone that gets involved (Ah, yeah, oh-oh, babe)
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh, why? Oh, why?)
She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh, why? Oh, why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for (Woah)
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it

[Verse 3: Yung Bleu]
I said don’t you run from me (Don’t you run)
Don’t take my love for granted ’cause you know it can get ugly
She’s a runner, she’s a track star (Oh-oh)
Don’t run away when it get hard, love
I can tell that, you ain’t ever had a gangster
I’m aware of that, he ain’t never tell you, “Thank ya”
How you wear that, you should get a new Wraith, oh-oh (Skrrt)
I’m slidin’ when you tell me it’s convenient (‘Venient)
You know I got the Glock up in ‘Ghini
Grant a couple wishes like a genie
She gon’ keep up runnin’ back if she got access
Got my dick hard like it’s hard to be a Black man
I cut her off and put my feelings in the trash can (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I guess all this love was just too much love for you

[Chorus: Mooski & A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star
She gon’ run away when it gets hard
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred
She hurt anyone that gets involved
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh, why?)
She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh, why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for (Na-na)
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it (Na-na, na-na)
You-ouu-ouu-ouu-ouu (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Verse 4: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Baby, stop frontin’ (Stop)
Grab on your waist, that’s gon’ make you stop runnin’ (Stop runnin’)
Diamonds on my chain and watch bustin’
You look at me like you want somethin’
Don’t keep it low, keep it one-hundred
Speakin’ of numbers, I
Here, I gave you the wrong one on purpose, but this one is workin’ fine
Hit my line, call me whenever you want some me
646-992-7453
I’m from the jungle, but I’m not a cheater
Bitch, I’m in my bag now, it’s Hoodie SZN
I’ma set it off if a nigga creep up
And she gon’ take the charge like it’s a misdemeanor
I was mad high, you was off a Xan’, I know
I was tryna fuck you and your friends like (Oh)
Even though that wasn’t in the plans right (No)
Drum with a stick, like a band, I know (Woo)
AP on my wrist, that’s a bustdown, oh-woah
King of this fly shit, yeah, I know
You can hold me down and be more than my ho
Stop actin’ like you love me when you really don’t know
She’s a runner, she’s a track star

A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Track Star Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Mooski]
Yeah
Mane, I ain’t, I ain’t ever had this happen before mane (I ain’t ever had this happen before)
(My heart is breaking)
Heart broke so deep, it broke into a melody like this
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
My heart is breaking, my heart is—, my heart is aching
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh (Hey, ayy, ayy)
Hey, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Mooski]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star (She’s a runner)
She gon’ run away when it gets hard
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred (Oh no)
She hurt anyone that gеts involved
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh why?)
She gon’ do thе race, just not this one (Oh why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it
You-ouu-ouu-ouu-ouu (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Leave a trail of heartbreak and heartache like it’s cool (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I guess way too late is convenient for you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
The dirt you left don’t turn into dust, it don’t move (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
It’s here waiting for you

[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Baby, stop frontin’ (Stop)
Grab on your waist, that’s gon’ make you stop runnin’ (Stop runnin’)
Diamonds on my chain and watch bustin’
You look at me like you want somethin’
Don’t keep it low, keep it one-hundred
Speakin’ of numbers, I, here, I gave you the wrong one on purpose but this one is workin’ fine
Hit my line, call me whenever you want some me
646-992-7453
I’m from the jungle but I’m not a cheater
Bitch, I’m in my bag, now it’s Hoodie Season
I’ma set it off if a nigga creep up
And she gon’ take the charge like it’s a misdemeanor
I was mad high, you was off a Xan, I know
I was tryna fuck you and your friends like
Even though that wasn’t in the plans right (No)
Drum with a stick, like a band, I know (Woo)
AP on my wrist, that’s a buss down
King of this fly shit, yeah, I know
You can hold me down, and be more than my hoe
Stop actin’ like you love me when you really don’t know
She’s a runner, she’s a track star

[Chorus: Mooski & A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star (She’s a runner, yeah, yeah)
She gon’ run away when it gets hard (When it gets hard)
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred (She can’t get scarred)
She hurt anyone that gets involved (Oh why?)
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh why?)
She gon’ do the race, just not this one (She gon’ do the race, oh why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for (Love is a game)
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it
You-ouu-ouu-ouu-ouu (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Leave a trail of heartbreak and heartache like it’s cool (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I guess way too late is convenient for you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
The dirt you left don’t turn into dust, it don’t move (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
It’s here waiting for you

[Verse 2: Mooski]
Girl, you killing me, you tweakin’ hard (Girl, you tweakin’)
I asked you what you feel and you don’t speak at all (Oh no)
But you go straight to Twitter, you gon’ tweet it all (Oh why?)
You must want another nigga to be alarmed (What you want to see?)
We were ‘posed to fight through the storm (Ah-ha, ah-ha, ha-ha)
You made a decision, chose the easy one
Say you following your heart, but girl you leaving one
Wanting me to take you back with open reaching arms (And I can’t do that, mama)

[Refrain: Mooski]
I-I-I-I-I, I’m
Lost for words, let it hurt
(Setting my heart on fire, setting my heart on fire)
I-I-I-I-I
Put you first, showed you your worth
(Gave you whatever you desire, gave you whatever you desire)

[Chorus: Mooski]
She’s a runner, she’s a track star (She’s a runner)
She gon’ run away when it gets hard
She can’t take the pain, she can’t get scarred (Oh no)
She hurt anyone that gets involved
Don’t wanna commit, why take it this far (Oh why?)
She gon’ do the race, just not this one (Oh why?)
Love is a game, you used to cheer for
When I was down to talk, you weren’t here for it
You-ouu-ouu-ouu-ouu (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Leave a trail of heartbreak and heartache like it’s cool (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I guess way too late is convenient for you (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
The dirt you left don’t turn into dust, it don’t move (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
It’s here waiting for you

Bugzy Malone – Salvador Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It’s Bugz
Listen
Yo, look

[Hook]
I’ve not got around to reading a Bible
Still tryna lead them a worthy example
So I know I gotta get married, it’s vital
I was on one knee right under the Eiffel
Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry
When I had a blackberry, it was survival
That meant a flicky when anywhere I go
All cause a rival took shots at me with a rifle

[Verse]
Blood on the tips on my fingers
Done a Bruce Lee when I linked him
Bit off the end of a spliff then I lit that
I was on a car, picked him in gun chase tryna get me a six-pack
Dreams of me pushing his wig back
Nightmarеs of me getting 26 in crown
Oh, I’ve nеver been much of a shooter, but I’ll still bang off
That’s man like kid
No coming all the way through an attempted M I didn’t even do
Didn’t cop my phone, then I wouldn’t have been here
Cause I would’ve got released this time last year
And I can barely remember
Saying to [?] that I want a short back and sides, a ‘tache and a beard
Them man are airing my stripes, I told them put a line in my eyebrow, I’m a bad boy out here
Me, I’m just sketching, into my sketch book
I can forgive but I don’t forget
Let me just add an additional bit of perspective
We would eat fish fingers with no ketchup
Now we eat lobster and I’m in a tracksuit
Sat in San Carlo and I’ve got an AP like I’ve been narcos
I’ve got a big business, these boxes at the cargo
You’re looking at a mogul, I might sign me a younger that’s spitting on drill
Teach him the business and make him a star, then build him up until I’ve made him a mil’
But don’t get it twisted, me I’ve had opps but I’ve beat everyone of them 3 or 4 – nil
I’m looking at houses for 3 or 4 mil’
Even though I got a castle in the middle of a field
I miss standing on the roadside with my hat pulled down so the cameras couldn’t see me
I miss getting a bar on my pedal bike, they were the days where with shoeboxes full of money
I miss having beef with a rival gang and having 25 of the mandem with me
I miss getting along with my family, way back in the day when we had that little red [?]
Looking nice went out on the Italian job
I was in the wee game, now that this Cali and dog
I would’ve sold out selling in bags or in little green tops, they can never keep up
It’s mental, I want like a PlayStation 5 and never Nintendo
You might see my personality switch but I’ve never dropped a crumb, I’m no Kevin Wendell
The way I’m speaking into the mic, like Salvador sketching in with the pencil
I get deja vu like Denzel
I’ve got a bendy back and get tekky with a rental
My God, that’s what the waiter said when I got on one knee
Everybody clapping their hands cause a black guy getting engaged, you don’t see just grow up
And you’re lucky if your dad bothers to show
Everybody wants to know you when you blow up
And it’s a shame cah you reap what you sow and I already know this

[Hook]
Still I’ve not got round to reading a Bible
And I’m tryna lead by a worthy example
So I know I gotta get married, it’s vital
I was on one knee right under the Eiffel
Holding a diamond bigger than a blueberry
When I had a blackberry, it was survival
Meant a flicky when anywhere I go
All cause a rival took shots at me with a-
Fuck off

Lil Tjay – Part of the Plan Lyrics

[Intro]
This a Burna production
Niggas don’t want no
Niggas don’t want no smoke
Niggas don’t want no beef
Me and my brothers gon’ ride
How many niggas gon’ slide?
Ooh-ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Still a youngin’, I ran up them bands
Shit’s not goin’ exactly as planned
See the diamonds up on me, they dance
Walk around with that gun in my pants
No, my niggas ain’t throwin’ no hands
He said he was with it, he sold me and ran
Growin’ up, I ain’t know how to scam
So juggin’ and robbin’ got me in a jam
I got niggas locked up in the can
With some niggas, they hitters, they fans
On my neck, that’s a whole lot of grands
I soon go to Cali, can’t wait ’til I land
On my mama, I want this shit bad
So I’m in the studio, gotta go ham
On my mama, I’m doin’ the dash
I went through that once, I can’t do it again
One, two, three, four, five
Dead niggas up in the sky
I be smokin’ on deadies
Y’all niggas ain’t ready for pressure, we finna apply
SB niggas never gon’ lie
Niggas want clout so I got ’em a watch
AP is dancin’, I call it my prize
Boy, if you wouldn’t, stop tuckin’ your pride
If you want it, I’m uppin’ the nind
Fuck all this fame shit, I’m bustin’ for mine
Tuckin’ the trauma like nothing aside
I’m from a jungle, it’s hard to survive
What you jackin’, you pickin’ a side?
Bro said he lackin’, I took him, a vibe
I’m pistol packin’ to keep me alive
Heard nigga rattin’, it fuck with my mind, damn

[Chorus]
How you my brother? You tellin’ on niggas, I don’t understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I’ll do it again
I’m tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan
But, nigga, I’m with it, don’t ever forget it, ain’t shakin’ no hands

[Verse 2]
Too many snakes, gotta keep it low
Niggas gon’ hate knowin’ I’ma blow
I’m out of state, always on the road
Pick up the pace, you been movin’ slow
Call up my hitters, they ready to slide, just gotta say, “Go”
Do it for Smelly, it’s really a drive, forever my bro
Shit be too hot, I can’t talk on the phone
Someone gon’ die, better leave it alone
You said you with it, boy, fix up your tone
My thottie come run you, they bad to the bone
I fuck your thottie, I’m makin’ her moan
I had to sober up, get in my zone
‘Member I thought I would never come home
When I needed money, ain’t ask for no loan
I had to get that shit all on my own
Ain’t nobody care
They tried to give me the time like I’m grown
Wasn’t nobody there
Ain’t tryna play fair
You finna get done, I’m just stoppin’ and starin’
I travel, don’t care
Why you droppin’ the addy? You not really there

[Chorus]
How you my brother? You tellin’ on niggas, I don’t understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I’ll do it again
I’m tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan
But, nigga, I’m with it, don’t ever forget it, ain’t shakin’ no hands
How you my brother? You tellin’ on niggas, I don’t understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I’ll do it again
I’m tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan
But, nigga, I’m with it, don’t ever forget it, ain’t shakin’ no hands

[Verse 3]
Y’all niggas gon’ say what y’all say
We gon’ pull up, broad day, ain’t nobody tryna play
Okay, ’cause you really wanna have it your way
Gun play, we gon’ still get your ass some way
I won’t let niggas fuck up my vibe
Niggas really be fakin’, disguise
Music been on my mind since ’09
Now it’s 2021, I ain’t wastin’ no time
Same nigga, ain’t a damn thing change
Programmed not to say no names
I’on drink but I pop champagne
It’s for Smelly and E and the SB gang
Fuckboy, you ain’t takin’ no chain
Want clout, you ain’t got no name
Thirty clip, let the whole thing bang
We some young, wild niggas that just can’t be tamed
Red beam just to help my aim
Big chop, swear the five gon’ rain
They gon’ call me insane
Brody died and I still never drop no names
Y’all niggas ain’t got no pain
Funny shit, better watch your gang
Who’d’ve ever thought he’d rock Balmains?
Got a AP flooded, I ain’t rockin’ no chain
Rap money, flip it like cocaine
New expenses, I gotta maintain
Niggas felt like I ain’t had no brain
So I got in the studio and everything changed
Quick blow, I don’t gotta explain
I’m still tryna get used to this fame
Pussy boy must’ve thought it’s a game
This life ain’t for you, better stay in your lane

[Chorus]
How you my brother? You tellin’ on niggas, I don’t understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I’ll do it again
I’m tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan
But, nigga, I’m with it, don’t ever forget it, ain’t shakin’ no hands
How you my brother? You tellin’ on niggas, I don’t understand
I done did hard time for the gang, I’ll do it again
I’m tryna focus on music so prison not part of the plan
But, nigga, I’m with it, don’t ever forget it, ain’t shakin’ no hands

Aj Tracey – Anxious Lyrics

[Intro]
Let's go, yeah

[Chorus]
If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit
We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with

[Post-Chorus]
I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
I smash the radio, my ragers underground
I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just heard Drake spit this flow like yesterday, it's crazy (Drizzy)
Taxman on my back, he see my figures gettin' hazy
When I go Selfridges the gyaldem treat me, I'm Swayze
I walk in, tape my off shore, AP rosé goin' brazy (Bling, bow)
My drink is super strong, I'm blessed, I can't be wrong (I can't)
And now my niggas rap, I'm learning all their songs (That's true)
We got glizzy close, you think I'm lyin' too (I'm not)
When I'm outside, approach, my broski flying too
AJ Tracey's such a dickhead, all he do is boast (Why's that?)
He been getting drunk like everyday, he raise a toast (Facts)
I just wanted selfies, but I couldn't get in close (Why?)
When his niggas pull up, I swear them boys do the most
[Chorus]
If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit
We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with

[Post-Chorus]
I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
I smash the radio, my ragers underground
I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down

[Verse 2]
The way I flex is different, I got so much confidence
I shot 1942 and f*ck the consequence (Woo)
When I reach levels that I want, they'll build me monuments
And don't ask me what licks I hit, 'cause there's no documents
This Balenciaga all over my cotton knit ('Lenci)
I don't panic, when we hit the club we got the stick (We got it)
Five top tens ago my people asked me "Where's the hit?"
Now every quarter I drop songs that could've won a BRIT
I smell like oud, babe, you know this one's Saudi
I'm in 1OAK gangin', locals know I'm clouty (Yeah)
I'm recession proof, I'll run it up, so please don't doubt me
Rolex said they're getting new gems set in, so they'll shout me
[Chorus]
If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit
We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with

[Post-Chorus]
I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
I smash the radio, my ragers underground
I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down

Listen to the new Pop Smoke songs “Fashion” featuring Polo G and “No Cap (Remix)” with M24

Listen to the new Pop Smoke songs “Fashion” featuring Polo G and “No Cap (Remix)” with M24
From the soundtrack for Eddie Huang’s new movie Boogie.

By Jordan Darville

March 05, 2021

Pop Smoke. Photo by Tracy Awino.

 

Today marks the release date of Boogie, the debut feature film from Taiwanese-American chef Eddie Huang. The film, a coming-of-age basketball drama, stars Pop Smoke as Monk in his first and final film role. Boogie‘s soundtrack drops today, and the 14-track project includes four Pop Smoke songs: his breakout hit “Welcome To The Party,” “AP,” plus the previously unheard “Fashion” featuring Polo G and a remix of Brixton rapper M24’s “No Cap.”

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Both songs capture what made Pop Smoke a breakout figure in New York drill and a bonafide global superstar. On his “Fashion” verse, Pop is feeling good because he’s looking great, and each of his bars sound wrapped in Hermes scarves (Polo G’s verse, rapid-fire and ruthless, adds a nice balance). “M24” is a reminder of how indebted Pop’s sound was to the music coming out of the U.K., as well as his resounding presence — he’s not on the song for a long time, but he makes himself known. Listen to both new songs below.

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Wiz Khalifa – Dreams Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: 24HRS]
Lil niggas gotta sit down, or get down
Yeah

[Verse 1: 24HRS]
’24 Chevy, this shit for the big dogs
Lil dog you sit down, my dog keep big rounds
“20, I wanna lick you like you ice cream”
Fell in love with marijuana, I’m a big fiend
I take cash under my wing ’cause my dog got potential
Bad bitch, independent, why would I control her?
Money getting larger and it feel I’m getting older
I just poured a four in a pineapple soda
Jimmy Carter ATL, we used to run the big door
Me and Ricky ruled back when we would do the kick though
[?] that’s a big Glock, and I respect that
Money where my mouth at, and lately that’s where my check at
My niggas never been the type to try to back down
Vibes at the crib, dollar sign in the background
“20 you know YG, can we go to Bompton?”

[Chorus: 24HRS]
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Okay, got ’em upset
Half a hundred M’s, that’s in one check
If you ain’t talking money, switch the subject
If you ain’t talking money, switch the subject
Only rep the gang, that’s one set
Knew she was a hoe, she just ain’t done it yet
If you ain’t talking money, switch the subject, yeah
Convertible Vette, got my name in the headrest
Put my feet up, smoking a J, let my legs rest
Shorty say I’m on her mind, headset
You and her suck me up, y’all both neck and neck
You get mad when I cuss you out in public
Could have that life, it’s the hustle you in love with
Every other day, make sure the bank get deposits
All blue ragtop riding down [?]

[Chorus: 24HRS & (Wiz Khalifa)]
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
(Rose gold AP and that bitch bussin’)
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
([?] and KK, just got it through customs)
Too much McQueen, it’s gon’ really turn to something
(Seven hundred horses wanna race? I’ma dust ’em)
Believe in your dreams, you could really turn to something
(All my lowriders sittin’ up like it’s doing crunches)

Superbee – Bust Down AP Lyrics

[Intro]
Look at my bust down AP, AP

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
장난 안 쳐 난, drip이 흘러, 마치 계곡
I got hella guap, 그런데도 벌어 계속
내 손목을 보면 새끼들은 우울해져
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Get money, no stress, no pills

[Verse 1]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
몰래 club 간 니 여자처럼 걍 존나 dance, yeah (dance)
지갑을 놓고 갔어 갤러리아에서 (shit, shIt)
난 계산했어 시계에 박힌 다이아 떼서 (시발)
I don’t f**k with Swarovski (no Swarovski)
친구 안 해 Datejust 36mm (no Datejust)
외제차를 탔어 3년 전에 이미 (my foreign whip)
너흰 모두 나의 과거형들이지
Audemars on my wrist, 어른들 말
안 듣고도 여기까지, 바닥에서 꼭대기 있었지 오르막
얼음 시계 찬 멋쟁이, 보석을 박아대, bust down (ice)
니 돈으로 못 사는 걸 너무 쉽게 해내 이 머스마 (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
장난 안 쳐 난, drip이 흘러, 마치 계곡
I got hella guap, 그런데도 벌어 계속
내 손목을 보면 새끼들은 우울해져
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Get money, no stress, no pills

[Verse 2]
Audemars, yeah, all of my bandz
안 입어 Ksubi, 걸쳐 Prada pants (Prada pants)
이 놈에 새끼들 돈 얘기는 못 믿어, 구라 같애, yeah
니 사장이 돈 제대로 안 준다는 건 나도 아네 (bitch)
목걸이 자랑 좀 하지 마, 그거 만든 jeweler 병신이니까
나 혼자 외롭게 빛나지, 넘 많은 가짜 새끼들의 cubic drown
난 누구 밑에 안 들어가
Level도 아닐 뿐더러 now I am the boss
Z4, Unedu도 bust it down, Insta posting bomb
어린놈이 손목 위엔 AP
너네 기분을 잡치게 하려 한 건 아냐, sorry (sorry)
Hood Baby turnt Yng & Rich shit
난 돈을 쌓아 올려 기절할 정도로 많이 (let’s go)

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my wrist, bust down 나의 왼손
장난 안 쳐 난, drip이 흘러, 마치 계곡
I got hella guap, 그런데도 벌어 계속
내 손목을 보면 새끼들은 우울해져
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Look at my bust down AP
Get money, no stress, no pills

Blacc Zacc – Bennies Lyrics (feat. THR33)

[Hook: Blacc Zacc]
I came from rags to riches
I make the bed tremendous
I got a Jag it’s tinted
You got a Benz, rented
I know my dab expensive
Smokin’ on dabs and spliffs
I took your bitch to Venice
I cook the dope like Bennie
I’m on some [?], no Remy
I get little bit of bidness
She f**k with me ‘cause she feel me
She f**k with me ‘cause she you me
I f**ked that bitch with my eyes closed
I got an AP it’s so cold
Rapper and trapper I don’t know
How you keep buying designer clothes

[Verse 1: Blacc Zacc]
I told my plug to run it
I got snow like bunnies
I got bulls like bunny
You lil niggas not doing that
Might f**k on your bitch to be funny
That pussy still wet with the condom
I drive a [?] like a Honda
That Gucci snake Anaconda
I bought a Bentley for mama
I have slowly made it
This is [?], no basic
Look at your face – you hatin’
Look at this paper I’m makin’
I had to get me a bedroll
I the plug in some pesos
I would’ve [?] now I’m straight, hoe

[Hook: Blacc Zacc]
I came from rags to riches
I make the bed tremendous
I got a Jag it’s tinted
You got a Benz, rented
I know my dab expensive
Smokin’ on dabs and spliffs
I took your bitch to Venice
I cook the dope like Bennie
I’m on some [?], no Remy
I get little bit of bidness
She f**k with me ‘cause she feel me
She f**k with me ‘cause she you me
I f**ked that bitch with my eyes closed
I got an AP it’s so cold
Rapper and trapper I don’t know
How you keep buying designer clothes

[Verse 2: Thr33]
I had to make ‘em believe
Now I’m just livin’ my dream
I bought me a pint of that lean
I took [?] percs of ten
I f**k that lil bitch and her friend
She said she want to do it again
Can’t keep her hands out my pants
Got head in the back of the Benz
I went from rags to riches
Me and my nigga we’re millionaires
Hangin’ with thugs and killers
All of us came from the trenches
All this designer, I’m drippin’
Bust down a Rolie, fifty
Sellin’ them bags, yeah we’re gettin’ it
All of these trophies, I’m winnin’

[Hook: Blacc Zacc]
I came from rags to riches
I make the bed tremendous
I got a Jag it’s tinted
You got a Benz, rented
I know my dab expensive
Smokin’ on dabs and spliffs
I took your bitch to Venice
I cook the dope like Bennie
I’m on some [?], no Remy
I get little bit of bidness
She f**k with me ‘cause she feel me
She f**k with me ‘cause she you me
I f**ked that bitch with my eyes closed
I got an AP it’s so cold
Rapper and trapper I don’t know
How you keep buying designer clothes

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – King Of My City Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
I’m from the Bronx, not Benny
I swear I don’t even know why I did it
AP cost a hunnid and fifty
I be feeling like I’m drowning with it (Drowning with it)
(He be trying to ride the wave
You should be afraid that you don’t drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city
From the Bronx, not Benny yeah, yeah)
500K that’s just on the Richie
My nigga you don’t wanna play with my city
Niggas die everyday in my city
Whole lotta young, wild niggas
(He be trying to ride the wave
You should be afraid that you might drown in it)
I be feeling like the king of my city
And every nigga with me wearing Amiri

[Verse]
Headshot like POW! nigga
Headshot like pow nigga
Hit him twice make sure you don’t miss him
Them bullets in this pistol look like a missile
Headshot like POW! nigga
Hit ’em up, man down, nigga
Send a nigga on a motherf**king mission
It’s f**ked up, yeah I know they gone miss him
I am not with it, yeah
Try to play with me you might end up missing
VVSs Elliot, not Missy
Sorry miss, these Elliot VVSs
Long johns on just for the Crips
Long johns on Crip we’re tuckin’
If you gotta pay the bills f**k it
West side nigga
From the Bronx, yeah
Throw it up like LeBron, yeah
30 rounds on 100 and friends
All my guys came with the shits
And then we might get to bussin’, yeah
If I like your necklace, yeah
Those guys might take off your necklace
f**k a fight I aim with the Tekken
Those guys might want you to check in

[Chorus]
I’m from the Bronx, not Benny (yeah)
I swear I don’t even know why I did it
AP cost a hunnid and fifty
(I be feeling like I’m drowning with it)
He be trying to ride the wave
You should be afraid that you don’t drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city
From the Bronx, not Benny Yeah, yeah
500K that’s just on the Richie
My nigga you don’t wanna play with my city
Niggas die everyday in my city
Whole lotta young, wild niggas
He be trying to ride the wave
You should be afraid that you might drown in it
I be feeling like the king of my city
And every nigga with me wearing Amiri

704chop – Global Lyrics

[Intro]
(Palaze, what you cookin’?) Girl, I’m tryna get over you
(José, you done flex) So I gotta let you go

[Pre-Chorus]
Ayy, you can f**k me in Atlanta
So all the neighbors know my name, baby, chill out
Or maybe we can f**k in Miami
Where all them fine ass bitches I don’t care ’bout
I see your heart cold like my AP
So you probably wanna f**k me out in New York
We goin’ global, girl, I gotta keep you close just for what it’s worth
The only thing about love, somebody gon’ end up hurt, ah

[Chorus]
Girl, I’m tryna get over you
So I gotta let you go
And she knew that I couldn’t come second to no one
So I had to leave you first

[Verse]
I f**ked up my dawgs [?]
So you always hear me, woah
As you see, drugs don’t heal the pain no more
Screamin’, “R.I.P. Juice WRLD,” oh no
I swear that I been through way more than usual
I feel like I just keep runnin’ from Lucifer
In love with her body, she tryna seduce me (Oh no)
Make it bounce, no hydraulic, she [?] too
Her friend right beside her, I like ’em in two
Here’s a Perc’ you can try, you got one life to lose, no, no

[Pre-Chorus]
So I told her, “Baby, you can f**k me in Atlanta”
So all the neighbors know my name, baby, chill out
Or maybe we can f**k in Miami
Where all the fine ass bitches I don’t care ’bout
I see your heart cold like my AP
So you probably wanna f**k me out in New York
We goin’ global, girl, I gotta keep you close just for what it’s worth
The only thing about love, somebody gon’ end up hurt, ah

[Chorus]
Girl, I’m tryna get over you
So I gotta let you go
And she knew that I couldn’t come second to no one
So I had to leave you first
Girl, I’m tryna get over you
So I gotta let you go
And you knew that I couldn’t come second to no one
So I had to leave you first, oh no, nah

[Outro]
Ah
Oh no, ah, ah
Oh no, ah
Yeah, ah

Yak Gotti – First Day Out Lyrics

[Intro: Yak Gotti & Juice WRLD]
Yeah (Slatt)
(Yak Gotti)
I ain’t never goin’ back and forth with this shit
Slatt life
Southside on the track

[Verse 1]
I got the stick in the coat
Wipin’ you, wipin’ your nose
I got the game in the yo
Let that boy slide when we, uh (Slime)
I got the stick in the coat
I got the yo (Woo)
Put back this shit in the yo (Slatt)

[Chorus]
If you reading this, it’s too late
First day out, went and bought me a Drac’
I’m not concerned with nothin’ they talkin’ ’bout
I’m just concerned with stuffin’ the safe
Sippin’ the ‘yac in the back of the ‘Lac
Don’t make me spill my drank, I’m feelin’ like Pinky
Death in a Newport, these niggas, they too short
I step on they ass just like some ashes

[Refrain]
I ain’t got that motherf**kin’ Wraith yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t went and cashed in at the bank yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t bought the house with the lake yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t never copped her nothin’

[Verse 2]
f**k a safe, I need the vault
These niggas, they rappin’ ’bout what they ain’t bought
They say Richard Mille, don’t know what it cost
Don’t speak on that shit, that there shit would be flaw
But I’ma get it, I know the limit
The hoopty, I pimped that bitch out like it’s hemi
First day out, my grave still diggin’
My dick is still in this and I’m on a mission
AP or Rollie, don’t know yet (Don’t know)
Retired, I’m ballin’ like Kobe (I’m gone)
I’m ridin’ on the E-way in the big body
I don’t even know where I’m goin’ (Where I’m goin’)
She tryna f**k me on some more shit (Hold up)
I’m countin’ this paper, stay focused
She ask me why I’m countin’ the same paper
I tell her I’m tryna stay focused
MACs out, no halfway house
Found a way in, no halfway out
Lil’ hops, they fly Clearport, yeah, that what that shit ’bout
This for them bitches that counted me out (I’m countin’)
Count it up again ’cause you f**ked up the count (I’m countin’)
This for them bitches that counted me out (I’m countin’)
I was just havin’ to stay for the count (I’m countin’)

[Refrain]
I ain’t got that motherf**kin’ Wraith yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t got that house with the lake yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t went and cashed in at the bank yet (It’s my first day out)
I ain’t went and overload the safe yet

[Verse 3]
The bad bitches callin’ each other
I’m all in the mall with my brothers (Okay)
She say she wan’ eat me like supper (What else?)
I just counted two hundred large (Two hundred)
I’m thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ vehicle (Okay)
I’m thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ vehicle (Okay)

[Chorus]
If you reading this, it’s too late
First day out, went and bought me a Drac’
I’m not concerned with nothin’ they talkin’ ’bout
I’m just concerned with stuffin’ my safe
Sippin’ that ‘yac in the back of the ‘Lac
Don’t make me spill my drank, I’m feelin’ like Pinky
Death in my Newport, these niggas, they too short
I step on they ass just like some ashes (Slatt)

[Post-Chorus]
Dora the Explorer say, “Swiper, no swipin’” (Dora)
Dora the slime say, “Gotti, just slime ’em”
Ridin’ in a ‘Rari, got Dolly beside me
Ridin’ in the Explorer, had Dolly beside me
Dora the Explorer say, “Swiper, no swipin’”
Dora the slime say, “Gotti, just slime ’em”
Ridin’ in a ‘Rari, got Dolly beside me
Ridin’ in the Explorer, had Dolly beside me

[Outro]
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out
It’s my
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my first day out
Y’all know y’all done f**ked up, right?
Ooh, get in there, ooh, yeah
Get in there, get in there, ooh, yeah
Okay, ooh, yeah, yeah
Get in there, ooh, yeah, yeah
It’s my first day out, yeah
It’s my, it’s my first day out

Juice WRLD – Sexual Healing Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Damn, damn, damn, damn
I told her I need that sexual healing
I don’t want no nothing oh-
Ya dig, triple 9 on my wrist
With the AP tint

[Chorus]
I told her I need sexual healing (Ya dig?)
20 years old ran up the millions (Ya dig?)
20 years old havin’ oxycodone nasal drip
Say she taste it when we kiss
She ain’t like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff
Kinda like your mother, probably cause she older than a kid
Give her that hard, hard, like I dropped a boulder in that bitch
She left her ex-box, he was try’na control her with the shit
I wonder why-y

[Verse 1]
Like, is that nigga a cop? (Uh huh)
I pull up on his block, got my hand on my Glock
You run up get popped (Uh huh)
I done ran up the bands, straight to the top so I can’t stop (Uh huh)
I ball they watch (Uh huh)
Audemar on the clock (Uh huh)
Put the dick in the Glock (Uh huh)
I remember selling rocks (Uh huh)
So the lights stay on I hit (?) when I shop (Uh huh)
I fuck her so good that she can’t speak, no she can’t talk (Uh huh)
All she says, beat the pussy up ’til it’s dead (Uh huh)
Box like Mayweather but the match is in-between her legs (Uh huh)

[Chorus]
I told her I need sexual healing (Ya dig?)
20 years old ran up the millions (Ya dig?)
20 years old havin’ oxycodone nasal drip
Say she taste it when we kiss
She ain’t like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff
Kinda like your mother, probably cause she older than a kid
Give her that hard, hard, like I dropped a boulder in that bitch
She left her ex-box, he was try’na control her with the shit
I wonder why-y

[Verse 2]
All her old niggas hoes (Uh huh)
That’s for sure, shorty gonna touch her toes (Uh huh)
For my bros, for my bros, for my bros (Uh)
Shorty where’d you go? I can’t do it on my own
Give him 6 out the Glizzy like Drake with his woes
Codeine stains on my clothes, I’m a dope fiend
Don’t let anybody know about me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, perc 30 nose bleeds, lean with it
Choppa on me make him take off, track team
She tell me I’m a jerk, I tell her I ain’t that mean
She told me that she love me, I don’t know what that mean
I’m too busy off oxy, baby, I’m scratching

[Outro]
I told her I need sexual healing (Ya dig?)
20 years old ran up the millions (Ya dig?)
20 years old havin’ oxycodone nasal drip
Say she taste it when we kiss
She ain’t like the others, she the one that taught me how to sniff

Moneybagg Yo – Match My Fly Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
That D.T.B., shout
You inspired this
And I got you, pinky promise (So, yeah)

[Chorus]
If I say you look fuckable, how would you react? (Huh?)
Starin’ at you, daydreamin’ ’bout hittin’ it from the back (Uh, uh)
Ain’t no way we can fuck off without no strings attached (We can’t)
Let me prove the past don’t matter, we can start from scratch (Uh)
No lie (Lie), look how you complement me, girl
You matchin’ my fly (Fly)
You remind me of my stepper, ’cause I know you gon’ slide (Slide)
Your body like a Percocet, it give me a high
Just keep matchin’ my fly (Go)

[Verse 1]
One day I was lurkin’ on IG, thirsty, full of the purple (Full of the ‘maz)
Thought to myself, “What’s wrong with her? ‘Cause right now she look perfect” (All the way)
Shit together, she look worth it (Worth it)
And her bag, yeah, a Birkin (Birkin)
Never seen her out in person (Why?)
She low-key, close curtain (Hey)
I’m so on go with what we doin’, ain’t no stoppin’ (No)
You’d think we been knowin’ each other, the way we rockin’ (Locked in)
I’m not gon’ play that shit ’bout you, just know I’m steppin’ (What’s up?)
Before you ever was my bitch, you was my best friend
Federal, we locked in (In)
I know your purse say D and G, holdin’ my FN (Bah)
It ain’t no you or me ’cause we is what I’m reppin’ (Us)
Tell me your problems from the top floor of the Westin (Up)
To have a real bitch is a blessin’ (Uh)

[Chorus]
If I say you look fuckable, how would you react? (Huh?)
Starin’ at you, daydreamin’ ’bout hittin’ it from the back (Uh, uh)
Ain’t no way we can fuck off without no strings attached (We can’t)
Let me prove the past don’t matter, we can start from scratch (Uh)
No lie (Lie), look how you complement me, girl
You matchin’ my fly (Fly)
You remind me of my stepper, ’cause I know you gon’ slide (Slide)
Your body like a Percocet, it give me a high
Just keep matchin’ my fly (Uh)

[Verse 2]
You match my fly, this ain’t no competition (‘Cause we is the same)
My Rollie hittin’ while your AP glistenin’ (Buss down, diamonds plain)
I thought I had it all, but you was missin’ (Question, where you was at?)
I see a future with you, baby, we can go the distance (Go)
Poppin’ out (Poppin’ out), showin’ out (Showin’ out)
Good dick got you glowin’ now (Uh)
They gon’ talk, but you ain’t gotta listen (Nope)
Just don’t let your friends blow it now (Haha)
We crossed that line, it ain’t no turnin’ back (Point of no return)
I think I love you like I love them racks (Love you like my money, yeah)
(For real) Yeah, who don’t want a boss bitch? (She don’t need no nigga really)
Count money and talk shit (You can get it with me)
Ride for your nigga like you ride dick (Uh, uh)
Beyonce in public, RiRi in private (Ha)

[Chorus]
If I say you look fuckable, how would you react? (Huh?)
Starin’ at you, daydreamin’ ’bout hittin’ it from the back (Uh, uh)
Ain’t no way we can fuck off without no strings attached (We can’t)
Let me prove the past don’t matter, we can start from scratch (Uh)
No lie (Lie), look how you complement me, girl
You matchin’ my fly (Fly)
You remind me of my stepper, ’cause I know you gon’ slide (Slide)
Your body like a Percocet, it give me a high
Just keep matchin’ my fly (Uh)

Lil Tjay – Top of My Game Lyrics

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[Intro]
Woah, woah
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh

[Verse 1]
They tried to tell me I wouldn’t be shit
Family doubted, I couldn’t believe
I had to focus and better myself
Fightin’ anxiety, smokin’ these trees
I got caught up tryna run up a juug
Locked me up, felt like I’m never gon’ leave
Life is so rough, you ain’t show me no love
Time to be selfish and focus on me
Niggas tried tell me I wasn’t gon’ win
They tried to knock me up off of my grind
Ain’t motivated, then get out my face
Negative energy, left it behind
I made a promise, my niggas gon’ ball
Judges can’t hold me to finish this time
Gotta stay toe, we ain’t never gon’ fold
Smelly ain’t here, but for him we gon’ shine

[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me?
You ain’t even at the top of your game
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain?
22, the sound pop in your brain
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame

[Verse 2]
Hop in the foreign, switch lanes
AP, no Jane, bro made a hundred off ‘caine
VVS diamonds, my chains
Everything changed, lifestyle just won’t be the same
Mama know this year my time
Low on my mind, I can’t let up off the grind
I won’t leave no one behind
We finna shine, listen, just give me some time

[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way

[Verse 3]
Mama know that I’m a bright kid, only eighteen
Always knew that I would get here, had a bright dream
Now I’m headed to the top now, me and my team
We’re no longer on the block now movin’ ice cream
Feedin’ into the bullshit, I gotta stop that
And I can’t fuck a bitch if her shit is not fat
And I’m cruisin’ through my city, finna push the top back
And AMIRI on my waist, so I keep the strap back
You don’t really want smoke

[Chorus]
Still play the block, it ain’t changed
I’m just tryna help the guys and maintain
How the fuck you tryna prove somethin’ to me?
You ain’t even at the top of your game (No, no, no-no)
How you got them niggas rockin’ your chain?
22, the sound pop in your brain (No, no, no-no)
Last nigga tried to snake me dead
On God, I ain’t finna play with no lame

[Refrain]
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way
Somethin’ different ’bout the life I live
And the games we play (Games we play)
All the pain we done been through
Will I change? No way (No, no, no, no)

[Outro]
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no
No, no, no-no

Young M.A – Da Come Up Lyrics

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[Intro]
Came from the bottom, man
I feel like Martin Luther King, man

[Refrain]
Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin’ up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain (Puttin’ in work), uh
I had one bitch, few side hoes
Taking niggas’ women with my eyes closed
I was runnin’ like a snot nose, uh
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin’, uh
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise
My grind wouldn’t let me lose
Now this lil’ nigga makin’ heavy moves

[Verse 1]
Came back from the setback (Hold up)
The realest out, I can bet that (Bet)
Cee-lo with the dice game
Four, five, six, that’s a head crack
My ex-bitch, had to X that
Didn’t feel right, so I left that
On to the next that
Now it’s fuck that, where the checks at? (Where the checks, man?)

[Chorus]
Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain’t no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh

[Verse 2]
No off days on the calendar
‘Bout to cop the new Challenger
MAC-10’s with the silencer
Even wildin’ out, it ain’t wild as us
Purple kush, call it lavender
LV’s on the pedal
Bring the luggage up, racks in the passenger
Whole gang full of savages
Hunt ’em down like a scavenger
Man down if he acting up
Never back down, never backing up
Get the backend, ‘member back then I ain’t have shit?
Got the AP with the white face, call it Dracula
Nigga hatin’ all in an Acura
Big body so big, beep, beep, beep, beep when I back it up
Clown nigga, he-he-he-he-he-he, got me crackin’ up (Stupid)
Make her skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet ,skeet, skeet when I’m tappin’ her
In that big body with a thick thottie
Got six jobs and like six hobbies, ooh

[Chorus]
Finessing, uh
Get back to the work, ain’t no resting, uh
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson, uh
Now I count my money, count my blessing, uh

[Refrain]
Started off with a dream
One gold chain, I was actin’ up with the gold fangs
No name, knew I had to put in more pain, uh
I had one bitch, few side hoes
Taking niggas’ women with my eyes closed
I was runnin’ like a snot nose
Fresh t-shirt, Ralph Lauren, new pair of Jordans
One car, not a foreign
Had the Hennessy pourin’
Mixtapes out the Chevy Cruise
My grind wouldn’t let me lose
Now this lil’ nigga makin’ heavy moves

[Outro]
Ayy, big shit, big tings
Big things, you know what I mean?
Finessing
Get back to the work, ain’t no resting
When I caught an L, I learned my lesson
Now I count my money, count my blessing

Roy Woods – Bubbly Lyrics

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[Chorus]
See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

[Verse 1]
To my left I got a foreign (Foreign ting)
And on my right I got a lil’ brown thing (Oh yeah)
They go on like they honest (Go on like they honest)
But always find out things that you ain’t tellin’ me
Fuck all that, let’s go ride out of town in a Ghost (In a Ghost)
Just left the club for the AP and I’m the host (And I’m the host)
Do you want Tequila or Chardonnay for the toast?
To brand new seas and bikinis all on the coast
Whatcha’ thinkin’? Whatcha’ thinkin’?
You fuckin’ up the club every weekend
Got a few hoes, got a few drinks
Situations in your head you be paintin’
‘Cause now you start to feel the drugs you been taking
You took so much to get high, it don’t make sense (It don’t make sense)
I know you wanna ease your mind, have some patience

[Chorus]
See you shinin’ on your own, fuckin’ up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time you, fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

[Verse 2]
You wanna party like it’s Mardi Gras
Go live a life you never had before (Yeah)
Girl, come and fuck me off the Adderall (Off the Addy’)
We can involved (We can get it)
No you ain’t gotta go (No)
We just tryna leave the party for another one (Yeah, yeah)
So you can keep on poppin’ bottles till it’s sun up
Was tired of the scene and now I’m better now
Smoking medical, things just turn around
Baby if you wanna come and take a ride with me
Come and slide with me, get high with me, it’s alright
Baby, baby, it’s alright
With the gang, it’s alright
Baby if you wanna get high with me, slide with me
Goin’ on a drive with me, it’s alright
Baby, it’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright

[Chorus]
See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
You poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah
See you shining on your own, fucking up the club
Heard Summer’s comin’, when it’s time, you fuckin’ up the club
Bounce that ass, girl, you know you fuckin’ up the club
We poppin’ bottles of bubbly (bubbly)
Bubbly (bubbly), bubbly (bubbly), yeah

[Outro]
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Poppin’ bottles of bubbly
Up the club

Juice WRLD – Nobody Lyrics

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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
808 Pound
Bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna

[Chrous: Juice WRLD]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Pull out the big guns, they run from me
I always keep one, I’m no dummy
I’ma go get a AP, I’ll be shining
Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3, I’m grinding
Play your bitch like a PlayStation
Every day in L.A. it’s a vacation
Ha ha, laughing at these haters
Broke as a bitch, they ain’t getting paper
Yeah, no more fighting over money, I’m a rich guy
Nowadays, I’m probably fighting over the Wi-Fi
You know that nigga that always got bad phone connection, yeah I’m that guy

[Chrous: Juice WRLD]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Yeah)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
(Lil Boat)
Like I’m Stevie with the lights off
Fuck her with my ice on, had to cop that Wock’, the price was right like the game show (Ice)
How you love that ho we made that lil’ bitch do the gang, ho
I’m filled up like Jenga
Get that, flip that, lick that
I need to know, lick on her tits, no speel
Shoot with the gang in the VIP
This lil’ bitch name Tiffany her favorite color teal
Hmm, that makes sense, ’cause zodiacs are real (Alright)
I be dealing with these hating niggas for some time
Ain’t gon’ start shit, never in the dark I shine
Bitch, I’m under 21, I do not drink no wine
I fucked that bitch listening to me, not no Ginuwine

[Chrous: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Shine bright like a diamond, she look like Rihanna (Lil Boat)
Eyes low, so low, that ain’t marijuana (Yeah)
Just me, solo, I don’t need nobody (Yeah)
All alone with five pints of Wock’, that’s a party (Yeah)
Shorty came from Hong Kong, know a lil’ karate
Shot her boyfriend in the stomach, now he doin’ the Ricky Bobby (Huh)
Dior on my shades, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)
I ain’t throwing shade but I can’t see nobody, I can’t see nobody (Gleam)

Rich the Kid – Wrong Thing Lyrics

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[Intro]
Run that money counter, baby
Ayy, who the fuck is Narquise?

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 1: Rich the Kid]
Bet I press the button and it start up (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Niggas, they be cappin’, they can’t flex like us (Cap)
Pull out the Bentley, brought the Porsche out (What?)
Your bitch, she ugly, my bitch iced up (Hold up, hold up, ice, ice, yeah)
I could teach you lil’ niggas how to make a mil’ (Make a mil’)
All my niggas rich, but why they trappin’ still? (Why they trappin’ still?)
Boy, you still broke, you signed the wrong deal (Signed the wrong deal)
I might just start trippin’, took the wrong pill
Bitch, you ain’t a boss, you just a worker (You just a worker)
Ain’t nothing but bosses in my circle (In my circle)
You niggas talkin’ like them hoes do (Like them hoes do)
The AP, it got dancers (Rich)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

[Verse 2: NAV]
Copped the Lambo, it’s a truck (Vroom)
Poured a quarter million dollars in my gut (In my gut)
She got real hair, fake ass, I’m tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
She want the Brown Boy ’cause I run it up (Run it up)
I might cop a Richard worth a milli’
Some people in my city wanna kill me (Kill me)
My shooter got a forty and it’s filthy (Filthy)
And he gon’ hold the charge if he guilty (Guilty)
Countin’ money, don’t you ever count me out (Yeah)
I could get you pure cocaine in a drought (In a drought)
Smokin’ gas, propane in my mouth (In my mouth)
Talkin’ facts, I’ll take racks over clout (I’ll take racks)

[Chorus: Rich the Kid]
Got the Rolls Royce, it’s a truck (It’s a skrrt)
Count a half a million dollars in the cut (Half a what?)
Got a lil’ blonde bitch tryna fuck (Tryna fuck)
All these hoes on me ’cause I ran it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just copped a skelly, it’s a AP
I just met the plug, he in Beijing (Plug)
Put some ice on her, now she skating (Skating)
Yeah, she think I love her, it’s the wrong thing

NAV – Tension Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I never had shit, so I wear my AP when I sleep
I respect my OGs ’cause they practice what they preach
My whip customized, fully loaded, quilted seats
Buy her CC sneaks just so I don’t hear a peep
I mean I got a maid that change my sheets
I’m so lit that my first crush just turned into a creep
Push-to-start, I think I lost my key under the seat
Makin’ art with my home team and my whole team gon’ eat

[Chorus]
Tension I feel when I go on the road
Got hittas that’ll snip you down and grippin’ on their pole
Tension I feel, my pinky covered in diamond rose
No pension, I’m finna go and buy my mom a Rolls
Tension I feel when I come offstage at my show
Tension I feel when I see someone that I know
Attention I feel when I wear Prada to my toes
Attention I feel when I’m surrounded by these hoes

[Verse 2]
Tension I feel when the plug don’t pick up
Tension I feel when the sun comin’ up
We be in the field, it ain’t hard to find us
I’m chillin’ at the top, you still tryna climb up
I feel tension every time I count up
Just to mention I’m grateful that they found us
They feel tension when they come around us
All this water, think the jeweler tryna drown us
Take half of the E, let her wear my rings
All my stones are fancy, be careful with these
Tension I feel when she don’t give ’em back to me
Tension I feel when she don’t suck me ’til I sleep

[Chorus]
Tension I feel when I go on the road
Got hittas that’ll snip you down and grippin’ on their pole
Tension I feel, my pinky covered in diamond rose
No pension, I’m finna go and buy my mom a Rolls
Tension I feel when I come offstage at my show
Tension I feel when I see someone that I know
Attention I feel when I wear Prada to my toes
Attention I feel when I’m surrounded by these hoes

[Outro]
They wasn’t used to somebody that looks like me
(I feel tension)
Now you look at god
(Tension I feel, tension I feel)
Seeing the things I’ve seen, know what I’m sayin’?
(Tension I feel, tension I feel, I feel tension)
The music just come through, no matter what
(Tension I feel)
They ain’t care what I looked like, they just care about the music

Rich the Kid – Racks Out Lyrics

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[Intro]
TheLabCook

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 1]
Blew a mil’, I done did that (I done did that)
Put my wrist up in the freezer like an ice pack (Ice, ice, ice)
He got two hundred thousand for that contract (For that contract)
Now that nigga broke, like where your funds at? (What, what?)
In that pussy, got her drippin’ (Got her drippin’)
She had to leave, he was slippin’ (He was slippin’)
I done broke my wrist in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
I don’t trust a bitch that say she different (Lil’ bitch)
She puttin’ gas in my Wraith (In my Wraith)
Yeah the money hide in safe (Hide in safe)
I can’t trust ’em ’cause they fake
Fucked a bitch to get the cake (Get the cake)
Chase the money, on a race (On a race)
Don’t put that pussy in my face (What?)

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 2]
Throw a quarter-mil, you can’t do it (Yeah, yeah)
Why you cappin’? AP fake, I ain’t stupid (Stupid)
I just wanna get that money, put my team on (My team on)
Cuban link on me, it’s an ice cup (Ice, ice, ice)
Bet she want a purse match her brown hair (Brown hair)
But she trippin’, ain’t no fuckin’ trickin’ ’round here (‘Round here)
Niggas switch up when they make it (When they make it)
I had the chance, I had to take it (Woo)
Stay back, your money way flat (Money way flat)
I’m the fuckin’ CEO, how you gon’ top that? (How you gon’ top that?)
Off-White with the Gucci, where the mop at? (Mop at?)
Make her bust it open, then I send her right back (Rich)

[Chorus]
Niggas lyin’ ’bout they flexing, I done did that (I done did that)
Niggas showin’ off, it’s cute, now where your bitch at? (Where your bitch?)
I been chasin’ after that check, now I can’t miss that (I can’t miss that)
Why you cappin’? signed 360 on your contract (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga, racks out (Racks out), ass out (Ass out)
If the pussy good, she at the penthouse (At the penthouse)
Thirty racks on Chanel, I done cashed out (I done cashed out)
Whole zip of the cookie, I might pass out (Woo, woo, woo, woo)

NAV – Snap Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You found out your girlfriend is a thot-ho (Thot, thot)
I found out my penthouse on the top floor (On the top)
Still the same person, I just shop more (I’m the same)
Elliante diamonds, we don’t shop gold
These rappers say they real, but they not, though (Not, though)
They say they got VV’s but they not, though (Not, though)
How you say you ballin’ with no guap, though? (Broke)
Seven people sleepin’ at your spot, though (What you mean?)
When you goin’ up they suck your dick for clout (Suck it-suck it)
When you goin’ down they quick to throw you out
Change my number, I don’t wanna hang out (Fuck ’em all)
Catch me by myself with all my chains out

[Chorus]
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
Bentley Mulsannes, Maybachs back-to-back (Skrrt-skrrt)
Brand new AP and the diamonds (Yes) came attached (Bling)
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
They dream girl callin’ me and I ain’t callin’ back (Click)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap

[Verse 2]
Misleading all the kids, they sellin’ dreams
They ain’t even got a crib but they got Amiri jeans
They ain’t did the shit they said, ain’t what it seems
Don’t believe nothing they say, that watch don’t cost a hundred G’s (Yeah)
I could lose her ten times, still get my bitch back (Get her back)
Flooded out Phillipe, feel like I got my wrist back (Wrist back)
Used to wear Supreme, now it’s designer mismatch (Yup)
Women-sized Balencis, didn’t think I could fit that
Lord, forgive me for my sins, if they catch me then I’m done
When you come from where I’m from, always gotta keep a gun (Yeah)
Only brown boy in the game, watch me ball with no assists
Got a Bimmer on my wrist, spent a iPad on my kicks

[Chorus]
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
Bentley, Mulsannes, Maybachs back-to-back (Skrrt-skrrt)
Brand new AP and the diamonds (Yes) came attached (Bling)
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap
The shit they cap about, we don’t even snap (Cap)
They dream girl callin’ me and I ain’t callin’ back (Click)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap

[Outro]
They abusing, no cap
Lying in they raps, they abusing, no cap (No cap)
They ain’t got no money, probably worth a hundred, flat (Hundred flat, flat)
Plenty moves made, Maybachs back-to-back
They dream girl callin’ and-
No cap
No cap
No cap

2 Chainz – Statute of Limitations Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz & Lil Yachty]
Statute of limitations
30, you a motherfuckin’ fool, nigga
I ain’t made a play since 2011
Can I talk my shit now?
Gotta talk my shit
I put in the work (Yeah)
Talk my shit

[Verse 1]
McDaniel Street, I had a bag full of bombs (Bombs)
South Side nigga, I used to serve Lil Jon (Jon)
On Godby Road I shot dice with Troup (Troup)
Hit the D mall and then I served Big Unk (Unk)
Anytime 50 came to town I served Buck (Buck)
Anytime the Sixers played the Hawks I seen Chuck (Chuck)
Had a half a ticket ‘fore I met with Def Jam
Ask Chris and 20 who was the X-Man
No Wolverine here
Collect the hundred dollar bills like a souveneir
Carbon 15 hit me, Jeezy want a zip
And Weezy gon’ buy everything except a brick
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
I can run a check up, and you just run your lip
See I can run a check up, and you just run your lip, uh
You ain’t runnin’ shit

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Verse 2]
You won’t meet a girl that say that she left me
I left her on the left knee soon as she effed me
Testing, testing, God gon’ protect me
Went to Pristine, IV gon’ protect me
Ask Steph Jack about the pack
Used to meet Raekwon on the Nat’
Used to meet most of my plays on the Nat’
I told Ross to pull around to the back, uh

[Chorus]
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Water)
If I take a selfie then it’s a wealthy (Rich)
Ex-drug dealer, ex-athlete (Tru)
Used to take people’s girl with me (Come here)
AP, got it on jet ski (Splashin’)
If they don’t like me then they respect me

[Outro]
Mmh, mmh, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh mmh
Have the legal petrol now, though
You dig?
87, 89, and 93
Gas

Gunna – Baby Birkin Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

[Verse 1]
Young Gunna went and jumped in head first (Head first)
Roamed the streets and finally found my work (Found my work)
Killed that nigga, left him dead-dirt (Yuh)
Took his body, now the coupe a hearse (Damn)
250 in his man purse (Man purse)
Felt like diamonds drippin’ off my damn shirt (True)
I got bitches trappin’ on the Amherst (Amherst)
I done kept a long way from the bookers (Nah)
It’s so hard to give trust because love hurts
She don’t come easy, nigga, it’s hard work (Hard work)
They be ridin’ shotgun like a Mossberg (Mossberg)
She start suckin’ and won’t let me park first (Damn)
She made me bust a nut, that’s a star burst (Star burst)
She got ass and titty like Miss Parker (Uh)
Swear this bih used to be the martyr (Martyr)
We keep women ’cause we workin’ harder
Lotta bookings, I’m goin’ back to Florida (Florida)
All my Eliantte diamonds is water (Water)
Money hungry, I got a disorder (Oh)
That plain Rolex cost more than a quarter (Yeah)
Keep your wife, I’m takin’ your daughter (Daughter)
If she hold it down, I’ma award her (Yeah)
I still listen to reason, I’m smarter (Smarter)
To invoke for whatever we oughta

[Chorus]
I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

[Verse 2]
I put diamonds on a redbone (Redbone)
I popped a pill and now my head gone (My head gone)
He slimed ’em out and we was dead wrong (Slime)
Them arms with AP look like honeycombs (Like honeycombs)
I done left my ex, told her ain’t comin’ home (Nah)
Told her she won’t see me ’til my money long (On God)
I been knockin’ these hoes down like domino (Domino)
I had shit, I was stealin’ my cousin clothes (Damn)
Now I drip every day like I’m runnin’ over (Drip)
My shoes lately be more than a hundred homes (Hundred homes)
I don’t cherish, I know that they come and go (They come and go)
I got boomerang bitches they comin’ back (Comin’ back)
I go straight in the hole like a runningback (Gone)
Cut your neck like a tree, I’m a lumberjack (Yeah)
Different colors on me I don’t wanna match (C’mon)
When she suckin’, look at me, I’m lovin’ that (Yeah)
My next show booking gon’ be a hunnid racks (Yeah)
I can’t beef with you boys on the internet (Internet)
Can’t do business ’cause nigga you been a rat (Been a rat)
We pop up at yo’ crib like the Men in Black (Yuh)
When it come to that cash I interact (Cash)
When I’m fuckin’ that body that pussy wet (Pussy wet)
She a groupie, keep askin’ where Uzi at (Uzi at)
Told my girl put that dope in her booty crack (Huh)
I’m a slimy lil’ nigga like Nudy, yeah

[Chorus]
I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I’m buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
Fucked her good and got her legs hurtin’ (Yeah)
Found our way then got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don’t gotta worry

Derez De’Shon – Need Sum Mo Lyrics

[Intro: Derez De’Shon]
Swear it seem like yesterday
I was eatin’ ramen noodles off a plastic plate
I was really, but anyway
Judge just gave my brother Dreek 5 years today
Hurt to see his teared-up face
‘Cause I gotta feel it play
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)

[Verse 1: Derez De’Shon]
Derez De’Shon
I was cursed and I was gifted at the same time
I was hurt and I was injured but I stayed down
Fourth quarter, two minutes, I can’t waste time
Niggas dyin’ before 2040, my white lie
‘Cause I gotta be here for my son and daughters
Don’t ever want them to go through what I been through, hard times that scarred me
Reminiscing when times was harder
We ain’t have no light in the ‘partments
Just a baby, was boilin’ water
Long as the kids ate, I was fine with starvin’
Do you know the feeling when your mama askin’ you to help with the bills?
But you can’t help for real
But you still get what you give
I got partners locked up doin’ bids
Some doin’ life and some got a few years
Can’t go to visit, it hurt just to see ’em
I’ll do all I can ’til they free ’em

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
Damn, the streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I got my money the harder way
Baby mama tryna take my lil’ boy away
Man, you know what it was when you went this way
I got too many problems, I’m savin’ face
I got too many lawyers for random cases
I’m addicted to lean, I been buyin’ cases
I been goin’ too hard, got these niggas hatin’
Bought a brand new AP, got a friend wan’ date me
I keep fuckin’ with her, I guess I can’t shake it
I’ll be goddamn wildin’ when these niggas take me
Keep it real even though I know they was fakin’
Hold they nuts on me, they didn’t want me to make it
Keep them young niggas with me, they still be takin’
Thankin’ God that he bettered my situation
I can’t wait to pull up and see nigga’s faces
I can’t go back to the basics

[Chorus: Lil Baby & Derez De’Shon]
The streets need me (Me)
My son need me more (More)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (I ain’t have no other choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (I need some more)
I need some more, yeah (I need some more, yeah)
I said the streets need me (They need me)
My son need me more (Me more)
Gotta give it all I got (I got)
I ain’t have no other choice (No choice)
Tryna make it to the top
We from the bottom, we was poor
I need some more (More)
I need some more, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
From the bottom, we was poor, I need some more
I need some more, yeah
I said the streets need me
Said the streets need me
Top, bottom, we was poor
I need some more, yeah, yeah

Meek Mill – Pay You Back Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill & Future]
Yeah, ooh
(Wheezy outta here)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Play I’ll put them demons on yo’ ass, huh
I got too much problems, don’t make me mad, huh (Don’t make me mad)
I’m too rich to send a hit, you better be glad, huh (Better be glad)
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions, (No)
Touch down in the clipboard, now we back in business (Business)
Pull up in my hood, these niggas be actin’ different (For what?)
They gon’ keep it cool ’cause we’ll rat them niggas
Huh, livin’ to die, nigga we dyin’ to live (Dyin’ to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids (Mom and kids)
Beefin’ with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you niggas what time it is, huh
I got a rush, now none of these niggas wanna hit me up (Boom boom boom)
I was taught to kill a real killer, and it’ll get you loved (Get you loved)
Fast game a nigga thirty years and he stuck (And he stuck)
Still prayin’ he don’t get me up, huh

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Straight up)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back) (21, 21)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Get you what?)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (21, 21)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I can’t lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick (Straight up)
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hit (Straight up)
All that talkin’ make that chopper give you lip filler (21)
I come from the six, where they kill killers (Straight up)
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson (Straight up)
We was tryna find a lick, y’all niggas was somewhere dancing (Bitch)
Them young niggas still had respect when they was broke, huh (God)
The whole city know that 21 gang got smoke, some
If you want a wack, it’s gon’ cost ten nickels (Fifty)
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker (Quickie)
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle (Straight up)
We could lie to opps and then we fuck all they sisters (On god)
All the guns I own got hollow tips in ’em (Straight up)
Nigga pick a side and you gon’ die in the middle (Lil’ bitch)
Dreamchaser shoot ’em wit’ the 38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90’s ’cause this 2k shit full of weirdos (Weirdos)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ with no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, huh

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m like free all my young niggas that’s incarcerated (Free ’em)
See 20 mil by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don’t want no smoke, you ain’t no carburetor (Brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger (Ha)
AP terminator (Terminator), gon’ make me burn a hater (Burn a hater)
No bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor (Whoo)
I feel first night, I ain’t hit her back, and I don’t wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain’t beatin’ ’bout no dog hoe
Can’t find a bitch like Waldo
‘Cause she was tryna buy the bitch all though
Nigga this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get coach, you better not tell money
This that out yo’ league, I smell like Creed while buying smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that’s Mel money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin’ money was a sin nigga, I’d be burnt up, huh
If you know a nigga from back then, oh I was fucked up, huh
Get to playin’ fingers and they swingin’ through like a nunchuck (Gang)

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
We gon’ wake yo’ dog up on that cash, huh (Brr)
Send a message to ’em with no mask, huh (With no mask)
You don’t wanna see my lil’ nigga in yo’ grass, huh (In yo’ grass)
Hangin’ all out the window, swingin’ that Mac, huh (Boom boom boom)
Pay you back, nigga gon’ pay you back (Pay you back)
Leave ’em with some real rich niggas that’ll get you wet (Wet)
We ain’t ever fittin’ no nigga with like, “Where you at?” (Where you whoo)
Pay you back, niggas gon’ pay you back, ho

Young Thug – All My T-Shirt Designer (Sing to Ya) Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey
I done sold all these (???)
Boss talk, with the family you know what i’m saying, ya dig
Wheezy beatz
Hey

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I poured up a four then I spiked it with a Xan now my day real slow (yeah)
Imma go big, lit, jump off it, do it slow motion
Imma go put a nigga on to the drip, gone give em’ a potion (gone give em’ a potion)
Baby speed up, can you re-up re-up
I don’t give a fuck about your past
I give you what you want just ask
Start from the front to the back
(???)
Imma spaz on her man
Imma spaz on this (???)
Fucking spaz on his mom and dad, stiff a nigga I know you love that
I turn your rocks into sand
Your named engraved it on the plane
Delta and private ain’t the same
It’s about time for your upgrade
When I give you this name
I hope you don’t change
She looked at me and replied
She said man you know i’m with the Slimes!

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
All this lean got me drippin
(???) got me drippin, (???) got get it
Me and Young Thug, Birdman came through go get em’
All my niggas getting to the money, came back
Never fuck with you, (???) fuck with you
Rich man fuck with you, we goin chill on the paper and go get it
Double cup with two lean in the cup it’s triple, you be toting that shit and ain’t rolling with niggas
I got money, me nigga roll with a niggas, big beam and can’t keep control of it nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I done got so rich all my T-shirts designers, yeah
I done stacked it up so tall need a ladder just to climb it, hey
You just got a flooded AP, why the fuck is you crying? Hey
Put a big carat in your ring, sing to you like Mariah, aye
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Holler at your (???)
Go and tell your crew the plug
Go brazy massacre, then that lifestyle gonna boot up
Make me make a bad pull up
I’ll make a Jag pull up
Big booty imma jack uh-uh, but
If she ain’t fucking, let her cab pull up
Bout five niggas, (???)
You fuck niggas after me
The rats was chasing and they captured me
Rich school, i’m a graduate
All my old hoes harassing me, all these po-pos harassing me
How am I supposed to feel bad when every time I do it man they raid that
My paper say i’m claustrophobic, they still put me in the paddy-wagon
They wonder why we capping back at them
I fell i’m now i’m right back at it
These diamonds got these bitches staring at it
These diamonds got these niggas plotting on it
But how you gonna take something from (???), plus this blood money

[Chorus 2: Desiigner and Young Thug]
Tell me ridin round for a nigga, tell niggas time to side for a nigga, aye
(???) that’s my little ride little nigga
We goin get it on outside little nigga
Bullets flying through the ride little nigga, aye
Overnight, (???) imma get it alright little nigga
It’ll be alright little nigga
(???)
Left, right back up still got the fire
Left, the top, the right, the bottom of the closet designer
Unique, no dresser, I did it, myself, it’s all, designer

Tee Grizzley – Mr. Grizzley Lyrics

[Intro]
My chain cost the same way I keep it, that’s 100
Got about five chains, nothin’ but half a ticket
Hahaha

[Verse 1]
Huh, black Lamb with the black seats (Lambo)
Give her back shots ’til her back weak (Uh)
Huh, six figures when they tax me
Know some street niggas makin’ M’s livin tax-free (My niggas)
Look, your bitch called but her bag cheap (Haha)
Huh, and we don’t want the load ‘less the bag cheap (Cheap)
Hit the dope then exhale like a spreadsheet
Hundred racks last week, that wasn’t even a fast week (Slow)
Tell that bitch I’m tryin’ to wake up to the neck (Neck)
I don’t go to sleep in Nike, but I wake up to a check (Check)
Fuck a bitch, bust on her face, jump on a jet
Block her number, now her theme song Drake, “I’m Upset” (I’m Upset)

[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I heard she don’t answer DMs (Oh yeah?)
I’ma still shoot my shot like “What’s the deal?” (What up?)
Ass so pretty, don’t matter if it’s real (Nah)
No competition, she know she badder than them (I got)
Six incomes, stay afloat (Yeah)
Couple Adderall, stay awoke (Yeah)
Instagram whore, I made her ride on this dick
She a cool little bitch, we caught a vibe at the Ritz (At the Ritz)
All these niggas wanna add they two cents (What?)
Little money never told big money shit
Trap nigga with a label, come sign for a brick
I can start a campfire ’cause I’m ridin’ with them sticks, plus I

[Chorus]
Bust a Rolly down just to boast (Boast)
AP or the Patek, I don’t know (I don’t know)
I’ma Warren Buff- and do the most
And this bitch so wet, it’s like I threw her off the boat (Talk to ’em)
Lotta dirty money needs soap (Yeah)
If I text she might screenshot posts (Yeah)
This a tennis chain, not a rope
Broke up with your nigga, good move, he a joke (Yeah)