SK called an airstrike on an oil depot in Belgorod a terrorist act

The Investigative Committee of Russia opened a case of a terrorist attack after a helicopter attack on an oil depot in Belgorod On the eve of two helicopters of the Armed Forces of Ukraine “made at least four air strikes on the objects of the fuel and energy complex” in Belgorod, the Investigative Committee said. A criminal case has been opened about the terrorist attack. Nobody died as a result of the fire at the oil depot

The Investigative Committee of Russia opened a criminal case “on the fact of a terrorist act committed by the Armed Forces of Ukraine” after a strike on an oil depot in Belgorod, the agency said. The case was opened under Part 2 of Art. 205 of the Criminal Code (terrorist act).

“On April 1, 2022, on the territory of Ukraine, persons from among the military personnel of the Armed Forces of Ukraine entered into a criminal conspiracy among themselves in order to commit a terrorist act on the territory of the Russian Federation. Using two combat helicopters equipped with heavy offensive weapons, they illegally intruded into the airspace of the Russian Federation in the territory of the Belgorod region and, moving at low altitude, carried out at least four air strikes on fuel and energy complex facilities in the city of Belgorod,— the message says.

Chairman of the Investigative Committee Alexander Bastrykin instructed the investigators “in cooperation with the relevant operational services” identify those involved in the crime in order to bring to justice “those who gave and executed the criminal order.”

The fire at the oil depot, which arose due to an air strike from two Ukrainian helicopters, was reported on the morning of April 1 by the Governor of the Belgorod Region Vyacheslav Gladkov . We are talking about the base, which is part of JSC “Belgorodnefteprodukt” (part of Rosneft). No one died as a result of the incident.

The Ministry of Defense subsequently confirmed that two Ukrainian Mi-24 helicopters had attacked the oil depot. By the evening of April 1, the fire had been extinguished.

Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky refused to discuss his orders “as commander in chief or head of state”, including in connection with what happened in Belgorod. “There are things that I only share with the military, and they tell me,” — he said in response to a Fox News journalist's question about whether he gave the order to strike at the oil depot.

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Skepta – Bullet from a Gun Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Big smoke
SK level
Greaze!
Listen

[Chorus]
Like a bullet from a gun it burns
When you realise she was never your girl
It was just your turn
You got to face your demons, don’t matter how much money you earn
Your niggas said 4L, but the shit got real and you weren’t concerned
The same old story, the world spins round and round fam
Lessons have to get learned

[Verse]
Truth has to be told, I don’t bend I don’t fold
I lost count how many we sold
I went silver, I went gold
Then I went platinum so what’s next?
Supermodels tryna sex, sending nudes on the text
Can’t believe I used to be vex
See it’s too easy to write a sad song about how my dad raise me
‘Cause I’m looking in the mirror and my dad made me
A real top boy I just can’t play the victim
Been living my life as a kingpin
I’m calm with the heat in the kitchen
I was a young boy mum told me what my name really means
And the power just kicked in
I found my way home then I saw my granddad’s name on the gravestone, the same as mine
Already dead, nothing to fear, I been here from time
Chief SK sipping on palm wine
Everyday I laugh ’cause these niggas online
Another one, here today, gone tomorrow
Dick riding for some likes and a follow
Putting the work that’s all you need to buss
Shoutout Lancey, Headie, and J Hus
Shout 67, oh you see them with us
We was on tour, bare weed on the bus
Feds outside, the bus gotta push to the next city, gotta rush
Big plans getting discussed, so freedom is a must
Fuck the police, tell em’ eat my dust
‘Cause still it ain’t safe, not even in a world full of cops
I got bored of asking when is this hurt gonna stop
We don’t want to conversate or confirm with the opps
It is what it is
Recently I’ve been learning a lot
All I know is there’s no better feeling, than getting home and seeing my little girl in the cot, so
This year we’re done talking, forget the bagga chat, it’s just action
Man are trolling to get a reaction
Everyday it’s another distraction
Gotta fight temptation, can’t get lost in the sauce
Have I got a heart, yeah, of course
But I had to put my feelings on pause

[Chorus]
‘Cause like a bullet from a gun it burns
When you realise she was never your girl
It was just your turn
You got to face your demons, don’t matter how much money you earn
Your niggas said 4L, but the shit got real and you weren’t concerned
The same old story, the world spins round and round fam
Lessons have to get learned

[Outro]
Planet Earth

Young Thug – Paper Terminator Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Guwop and Meechie (say it)
Free them, real legends (yeah)
They took care of the streets
I know they gon’ go to heaven (uhh)
We got London on da track
You wouldn’t think they locked up
The way that they steady blessin’ (oh)
I’ma give them some (oh)
And I’m gon’ ice out both they necklaces (oh)

[Chorus 1]
The terminator, I see paper, I need Vizine (yeah)
I know some Haitians, they say “Sak Pase,” they hyenas (sak pase!)
I know some niggas cut like chefs and they cook Justin Bieber (oh)
I feel like Farrakhan, I want some justice for them people (hey)
Catch up like mustard, DJ Mustard (woah)
If a nigga play with Thugger, repercussion (woah, blatt!)
Got racks up to 87, he’d have leased the Lexus (skrrrr)
2020, Kanye just might win the elections

[Verse 1]
I hope he win & shit!
I’ma win a necklace (Thugger)
I’ma fuck your bestie (hee)
We illegal weapons (woah)
All my niggas treacherous (swea, swea)
Hey! Goin’ out like Elvis Presley (yeah)
I’m already legend (oh)
I’m already rested
Ice on arm, look like a Rollie (oh)
I’ll hit that Ginobili (oh)
Rollie Pollie Ollie (oh)
Remind her of the old me (yeah)
Remind that she gotta fuck my slime
My bro and woadie (sheesh)
You don’t live if you owe me (swea)
Wallet chain like some goldies (ice, bling)
Bitch, you old wiggin’ (cash)
I’ve been told to step it up
She on that old shit (cash)
AP flooded, one of one
And I’m not even sure this it (cash!)
If you fucked her, then she caught it
Yeah, you owe the bitch (brrrrt)
Player, we on OG shit (pimp, chuch!)
Hun-hunnid thousand come on notices (racks, hunna!)
I-I’m a beast, I know I’m Willie B (ahh!)
Hunnid thousand spent and I didn’t notice it
Hey!

[Chorus 2]
The terminator, I see paper, I need Vizine (yeah)
Went got that paper, stacked it up, now I don’t gotta scheme (nah)
We in the kitchen cookin’ up, this ain’t no pot of beans (nah, woo)
Got off my ass, went got that bag, now I supply the team (swea)
Now I’m like mustard, ketchup, mustard (hey)
I’m like “baby, make me nut, or repercussion” (hey)
Put duck sauce and gravy on my racks, they like “okay” (hey)
Found out I fucked his hoe, now he calling me gay (what?)

[Verse 2]
I’m a shot-caller (caller, pots!)
I’m smokin’ gas and that’s that mud (ah, ah)
I’ma put that thumb right in her butt (woah, get it)
My lil girl want me to blow some racks on her (so what you did?)
I had to do it, I had to do it (woo, woo, woo)
She ain’t fuckin’ you like she should (woo, woo, woo)
She pulled up so fresh, and now they like ain’t (woo, woo, woo)
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, I wanna do it (brrrrrrrrtttt)
I put them trees on your head, I wish you wood (wish you would)
I was lookin’ at them Raris yesterday (skrt skrt)
Thinkin’ like two years ago, I got my cars from Chevrolet (swea)
AK-K-K-K-K-K-K (grah! brrr)
SK knock you to the moon, that’s my best day (yah, graw! brrr)
Nigga invasive (sheesh)
We don’t crab, we gon’ go and let the rest play (yeah)
I-I-I’m a bossa! B-O-S-S-A
Who you be? I can’t see
Sportsmanship, you can’t dee
Choppa E, J-E (what?)
Bitch, F-F
1500, Cash Money
All hunnas, watch your step
I will never stop ’til death
We gon’ dab in Molly deal
Hire me a lobster chef
No-no-no, no stoppin’ him! (no)

Smokepurpp – Watching Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I just bought a Patek for the 80, i’m a flex
Gave a Rollie to my dog, i said fuck it, let him have it
They don’t really want this smoke, and my niggas with that static
With that SK you get poked, and it’s semi-automatic

[Verse 2]

Yeah ou
Yeah i’m really with that static (uh)
Know i keep a Glock, and that bitch ain’t never jammin’ (lil purpp, yeah)
Yeah, yeah we really with that static (static, uh)
Leave them in the bushes like we tannin’ (du du du du, yeah)
Boy i feel just like a martian (yeah)
I-I just parked a Lambo where they told me not to park it (huh?)
Half a million on my neck i got it tatted, i’m a tiger (benjis, benjis)
I just opened up the cookie and it smell like i just farted

[Verse 3]

I just hopped up in the six-speed (six-speed)
I’m movin’ at light speed (light speed, uh)
Movin’ like Usain Bolt through all night, B (uh, uh uh)
Came up like an Icee (icee)
Stare too long and you might catch a brain freeze (uh)

Fuck a million, i need like 200 orders
Fuck a Ruger, we get Dracos in by the load (du du)
Fuck security, i still came in with my pole (du, pole)
Still came in with my hoes
In the back of the club, and i’m still gettin’ throat
We-we we get real slimy, we come in, wipe ya nose (ph, uh)
Yeah, We come in, real throat (ph, uh)
I can’t tell you what happened 10 minutes ago

I’m off the lean and Benzos

[Chorus]

Know they watchin’ me real close (yaa-ah)

I don’t feel the need to go outside anymo’ (yaa-ahh)

Know they watchin’ me really close
I don’t feel the need to go outside anymo’ (yaa-ahh)

Know they watchin’ me really close
I don’t feel the need to go outside anymo’ (yaa-ahh)

Know they watchin’ me really close

BlocBoy JB – Prod By BlocBoy Lyrics

[Intro]
Hah, hah, check it (word)
Hah hah hah (yeah yeah yeah), check it
(Yeah, yeah) hah, hah (yeah yeah yeah)
Hah (Bloc), hah (whoa), hah (word)

[Verse]
These niggas after me
I got them shooters on balconies
I’m gettin’ head from a bitch and she Japanese (word)
Niggas they talkin’, I’m loadin’ and clappin’ these
Loadin’ and clappin’ these pistols (pistols)
You are not an automatic hitter (a hitter)
Really you an automatic misser
Fuck it, I’ma automatic get you (huh?)
Smack a nigga ass with the pistol (pistol)
Pop a nigga ass like a pimple (a pimple)
Store-store-store run, get the gun (store run)
Up the Tommy, take his funds (he gone)
Take the hundreds leave the ones
For the strippers nigga (for the strippers)
I got an SK with a shank, that’s the tipper nigga (that’s the tipper)
Beat a nigga, sweep a nigga
We don’t need them niggas (fuck ’em)
I don’t think you niggas ’bout nothin’ (word)
When I see you in the street (huh?), you ain’t even got a gun
Askin’ niggas for money (word), nigga you ain’t got no funds
You know I do it B-I-G, you can call me Big Pun (yeah yeah yeah)
But I don’t smoke no pom-poms
Run up, get done up (word)
My clip is so heavy, I can’t hold my arm up (my arm up)
Y’all niggas faker than warmups (warmups)
I got the bread like a farmer (I-I-I-I)
Shoot like I’m Mario Chalmers (Chalmers)
Workin’ my wrist, fuck my arm up (fuck my arm up)
I feel like Nash on the Suns, Mario chasin’ them corn
You dancin’, we pull up with guns, I’m 700, you done (Crip, Crip)
Got my hitters in the front like a radiator
Using big words so you know they annihilate you
I’m in her mouth like Now & Laters, bitch I got all flavors
Bring that shit back, no turntable
Multiply that like times tables
We ain’t got time for that
If you really want a crease, use the iron for that
Now a nigga need a piece of his spinal back
In a line of MAC’s
Ke-ke-keep that, keep that iron for that
If it’s an altercation, nigga we use nines for that
We don’t do conversations, baby we don’t got time for that
We ain’t got time for that, we ain’t got time for that

[Outro]
(Hey, wait)
We gon’ do the ad-libs
(Hey, wait)
Tay, told ’em go’n do the ad-libs
Klay, I got your bitch callin’ me a, bae
And I really don’t know what to, say
I want her head like some motherfuckin’ braids
And you know I’m finna, ayy, ayy, ayy
And I made this beat, ayy
Got your bitch and she in the sheets, ayy
And we turnt up in the studio
Track nation, yeah we live in this fuckin’ ho
I got your bitch, she tryna book me for a fuckin’ show
She gon’ make you pay for it, and you already know
Bitch, I’m live
Like Channel Five
I just put ’bout a three five
In a blunt, now I’m so fuckin’ high
To the sky though
Nigga askin’ me these questions, I’m like why though?
And my niggas got that money standing five four
My money standing six four, I’m in a six four with the loads
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
Crip, Crip, Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip, bitch

Watch Sean Kingston & Tommy Lee Sparta “Cross Over”


Sean Kingston and Tommy Lee Sparta drop their long-awaited new video “Cross Over.”

The cut has been in the works since the summer and now its finally here. Kingston debuts the video on WorldStarHipHop yesterday and already it clocked 200,000 views. The OutHereVisuals-directed video starts out with SK and Tommy Lee hanging out with their crew at the mansion. The singer then gave a female a briefcase full of cash to deliver to someone but things got ugly on her journey as she was ambushed by robbers.

“Cross Over” marks the first time that Sean Kingston and Tommy Lee Sparta are working together and during the summer the reggae-pop singer announced that he wants to sign the Mobay deejay to his label Time Is Money Entertainment. “Haven’t been this excited about signing a artist since @torylanez.. mi nuh hide an talk @tommyleesparta is undeniably talented.. big news soon come!! Time is money Ent/Sparta leave a comment if u agree,” Kingston wrote.

Watch the video for Sean Kingston and Tommy Lee Sparta new video “Cross Over” below.

Kodak Black – Up Late (Project Baby 2 Album)

[Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’?
So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money?
Keep that shit 1k

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga Cool, hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the K
If I give you somethin’, nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show you how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m on the stage
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
And even tho you gone, I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
No Wells Fargo, nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ this way
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna steak
They had to let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, quick to shoot I fuck with Lil Tay
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

Mozzy – Can’t Take It (Ima Gangsta) [feat. Bobby Luv] (1 Up Top Ahk Album)

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
All these niggas fallin’ off they ain’t falling back
I’m countin’ money momentarily Imma call you back
He told the pigs you was present that’s what we call a rat
Quit speakin’ down on my gangsta if you ain’t talkin’ fact
Momma used to choke slam us just for talkin’ back
Gangsta rap died with Pac, Mozzy brought it back
Nose bleed and I tooted the purest powder pack
Pullin’ out the store with some woods and a pack of sour patch
Yeeky case attorney finna devour that
They told me take the two I said I’m bool that’s how you counteract
Hunnid thou’ cash, hunnid thou’ in two accounts
I can’t afford to go to jail them niggas losin’ out
20 somethin’ Momma asked me when I’m movin’ out
I was broke back then but I’m Gucci now
This one up top all the time down to shoot it out
Fuck the cameras and I don’t care about who around

[Hook: Mozzy]
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
Made a lot of mistakes I’m a gangsta
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
Made a lot of mistakes Im a gangsta

[Verse 2]
I ain’t become what Momma want me to be
But I told her learn to love me for me
I hustle for her cause ain’t nothin’ for free
Remember back we had nothing to eat
Family Bargin Center Granny was cheap
She’d never spend a hundred on sneaks
Three bands sellin’ dope all week
That’s how I really fell in love with the streets
I fell in love with the streets
Stolo, ride around on E
D.E. got that fire on me
Pull up to the market
I remember putting 5 on 3
Turn around and drop 5 on the tree
I been high all week
I know some niggas that done died in the streets
And there ain’t too many that survive in these streets
Its suicide in these streets
His momma cried as he lie in these streets
They covered that boy body with sheets
Imma pray for her
There ain’t nothin’ I can say to her
You can cancel the car wash Imma pay for it
Homie really my dawg, they gone pay for it
SK knock his lil’ brother off the skateboard…Mop
Fuck is a 10 shot , 30 pop the new stock
Photos being cropped, circle smaller than a dot
Pull up to the plug give him everything we got
Sacrifice it all for a dolla , talmboutit

[Hook]
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
Made a lot of mistakes I’m a gangsta
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
A lot of shit on my mind I can’t take it
Made a lot of mistakes Im a gangsta

Kodak Black – Up Late Lyrics

[Intro]
That money don’t sleep, you know what I’m sayin’?
So why you gonna be sleepin’ on the money?
Keep that shit 1k

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black]
Drivin’ too fast, it just ain’t safe
I be all gas nigga, no brake
Pop a C-class like I’m in the sixth grade
Brought my BB gun to school in the fifth grade
Thinkin’ ’bout my nigga [?], hope he OK
I just bought a PS4, but I don’t play
And my nigga Slime right behind me with the [?]
If I give you somethin’], nigga you better say thanks
And I remember eatin’ peanut butter treats
I ain’t hit my lady in a couple days
You don’t know what I had to go through
You don’t know what I had to go do
In the studio, you know I keep the Pro Tools
I be saucin’ on these bitches, I’m so smooth
Hey, let me show how the VVS gleam
I ain’t eat no pussy, diamonds on my teeth

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

[Verse: Kodak Black (Young Thug)]
(Yo, come on, yo, come on, yo, come on)
I pop the checks and get that money out of state
I be boppin’ on yo’ nigga like I’m [?]
Want my nigga home so bad, you know the lawyer paid
[?], I keep the commissary straight
Slime in the Tahoe ridin’ with that SK
[?], nigga I got big bank
I be rappin’ ’bout it, ‘cuz I’m livin’ [?]
Top nigga, I been put up in a fish tank
Took that bitch to Chik-Fil-A, she said she wanna [?]
Yeah, but let me outta jail for my birthday
This ain’t no water gun but when I see you I’ma spray
Mine a sniper, [?]
And this money doin’ somethin’ to my memory
Shawty know I love that head, I love that migraine
And I just wanna be new Beyoncé
‘krill so big, it’s like an arcade

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
If you want this shit, you gotta be up late
I don’t want it now, I want it everyday
Pull up drop top, fully loaded Wraith
Let the Glock pop, it don’t hesitate
And I keep the strap on me, just in case
A broke bitch always got somethin’ to say
You don’t want no money, wanna get laid
I was doin’ fraud, I was sellin’ licks

Conejo – While The Enemy Sleeps Lyrics

CONEJO
While The Enemy Sleeps Lyrics

Ese get your seat so I can get my g’s
Ese muthuf**kers know how I do this fleas
I squeeze till they bleed every last damn pipe
Then I run up in the crib and f**king strip it blind
I crack that safe, and take all that cheese
We came for the squares and the tons of weed
It’s first hands, and this ah sheisty world
Ese you could get got, even take your girl
Don’t try to block it, cus on the trigger I’m vicious
Thee illuminated one, death angel I’m vicious
Time is money, so this money is mine
Everybody spit crimes but it ain’t smoking like mine
f**k fame, I’m in the house of pain
Ese ain’t no sunshine if they’re ain’t no caine
Hearing that, I smoke ah chronic bag
Convicts, sick click, Laker shot we bad

While the enemy sleeps, my peeps slow they heat
And before the nights over it’s ah murderous scene
No not ah dream, with stab wounds to your neck
Bone crusher at my crib I’ll f**king step for the debt
If I slept, it was one eye open
Paranoid thoughts, enemy just close in
Leave ’em frozen, in black body bags
Now muthuf**kers sleep in the coroners van

You either got enough bullets, to see me bleed
Mad dog and conejo bang the big one three
The Sur Side of Califas, is where it takes place
Ese put you in place, running up in your face
I got you covered, like ah black body bag
Execution style homie covered with the blue rag
Homie let the pants sag while I bail out quick
Heat’s on my side with the fully loaded clip
I stick and move move then stick then I’m gone
Missing in action homie never made it home
f**k what your saying ese f**k what you heard
When my enemy sleeps his vida’s ah blur
Trucha, bring the yellow tape
It’s another crime scene due to anger and hate
Meet your fate, when the clock strike 12
Vital wake out the door, grab the gat off the shelf

While the enemy sleeps, my peeps slow they heat
And before the nights over it’s ah murderous scene
No not ah dream, with stab wounds to your neck
Bone crusher at my crib I’ll f**king step for the debt
If I slept, it was one eye open
Paranoid thoughts, enemy just close in
Leave ’em frozen, in black body bags
Now muthuf**kers sleep in the coroners van

I called up some killers from the hood I knew
Don’t know better check how them dead end do
Prison church for murder, what’s the g to do
Flip birds forever, send your kids to my school
And keep it realer, than the average do
Don’t panic when it happen drug war come soon
So keep an SK, in the baby crib
In the diaper bag, ese fully loaded clip
Everyone showed up, and they face got pale
Put ah cap in your boy this ah deadly trail
I chop it and bag it then make that sale
Ten years working nights don’t tip that scale
Don’t play wicked ‘tars like Eric Clapton
Glock 17’s when I get to clappin’
Then I’m back in, soon as you close your eyes
While the enemy sleeps, here come the devil disguise

While the enemy sleeps, my peeps slow they heat
And before the nights over it’s ah murderous scene
No not ah dream, with stab wounds to your neck
Bone crusher at my crib I’ll f**king step for the debt
If I slept, it was one eye open
Paranoid thoughts, enemy just close in
Leave ’em frozen, in black body bags
Now muthuf**kers sleep in the coroners van

Lil Yachty – Peek A Boo (feat. Migos)

[Intro: Quavo]
Ricky Racks
Peek-a-boo, woo!
Peek-a-boo

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
Lil Boat
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot, red dot
On his nose like Rudolph
Pull up to the scene, all white with the roof off
Take that lil’ bitch to the Ruth Chris
Fuck her, then fuck on her sister, I’m ruthless
Chill on the 6 when I’m fuckin’ on poochie
That bitch was ugly, but pussy on smoothie (wet)
Play with that kitty like hello
Took a step back then I bust it, I bust it, I bust it like Melo
Aiming at you and your fellows
My new bitch yellow
She blow that dick like a cello
Fuck it, then send that bitch home on the metro
Ooh, young nigga fly like a pigeon
Versace frames, they be hidin’ my vision
Make sure all my niggas eat, that’s the mission
Emotion, I’ma go get it, go get it, I got it

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 2: Offset]
Open your eyes, bitch you see all this money
Made that lil’ bitch tape a brick to her stomach
You not the gang, we don’t kick it or punt it
Just bought the Wraith and I ride it tectonic
Look at the numbers, mechanics ain’t frontin’
I came from the limp, went to jail, I got punished, ooh
Pull in the 4, Freddy Kreuger, wow
My niggas’ tongue barracuda
You cappin’, I came from trappin’
I used to have the dope stashed in the cabinet (dope!)
Mama couldn’t tell me shit, where was my daddy? (Mom)
Look at my Patek, I’m flexin’, I’m petty (I’m petty)
I fucked the pussy the first time I met it
Won’t give you no credit, yeah, ate it, spaghetti
I cook the brick, cut the brick with machete
Married the money, the bitch wasn’t ready, uh, uh

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, bitch
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 3: Quavo]
New grey drop top Audi, 2013, yeah
White coco, butterfly wings, 2k17
Ice, ice, came out the machine, ice, came out the machine
Ice, baby
Draco, Uzi, Tommy gun, SK, hunting gun, all machines, brrrt
Yeah, hey, pull up on the side of ’em, skrrt
Let the clip ride on ’em
Ayy, fuck 12, open fire on ’em (fuck 12)
Open up fire on ’em (fuck 12)
Yeah, don’t tuck in my chain (nah)
I’m with the gang (gang,) hit you with range
Got them showers, here come the rain
Icy Hot sleep, these niggas in pain, hey

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that pussy like peek-a-boo, uh
Play with that money like peek-a-boo, ooh
Play with these bitches like peek-a-boo, uh
Broke ass bitch ass nigga
I’m not finna’ play with you, that’s what these rappers do

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Left wrist, right is the Patek Philippe
Bad white bitch with a fatty, unique
Smokin’ on cookies from granny, trees
Pocket rocket, go go gadget, go go
Make a play, Madden, John
I know it was some speculation ’bout who the one
But we invented the dabbin’ (dab)
Fuck it, we just let ’em have it (have it)
Draco for niggas with static (brrt, static)
I can do magic and make me a rabbit
With usin’ my karats (ice, woah)
Just like the package, I’m drinkin’ on Actavis, expensive habits (mud)
Yellow bitch, Pikachu (bitch)
Cameltoe peekin’ at you
Look at you, peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo