Lil Keed, Atlanta rapper signed to YSL, has died

Lil Keed, Atlanta rapper signed to YSL, has died
The rapper born Raqhid Jevon Render was 24.

By Jordan Darville

May 14, 2022

Lil Keed. Photo by Pegah Farahmand-Mobarekeh

 

Lil Keed has died, according to reports in Complex and XXL and an Instagram statement by Lil Gotit, Keed’s brother. No cause of death was revealed in the 24-year-old Atlanta rapper’s passing.

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“Can’t believe I seened u die today bro,” Lil Gotit wrote on Instagram. “I did all my cries I know what u want me to do and that’s go hard for Mama Daddy Our Brothers Naychur and Whiteboy #ImaHoldthisShitDown.”

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Lil Keed was born Raqhid Jevon Render in 1998 and lived in the same Cleveland Heights apartment complex as Young Thug. Keed began rapping at age 16 after the death of a friend named Rudy. “It was like, ‘He’s young and he’s gone,” Keed told The FADER in 2018. “He ain’t even lived no type of life and it got took away. It opened my eyes up like, I gotta do something different.”

That same year, Keed released the mixtapes Trapped on Cleveland 2 and Keed Talk to ’Em after signing to YSL, Young Thug’s record label. “Folks be telling me like, ‘You remind us of Thug,” Keed said. “So, I know I’m doing something right. He made it out the same exact spot I’m in.”

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In 2019, Keed released Long Live Mexico, his debut studio album and most acclaimed body of work. Trapped On Cleveland 3 was released in 2020 and featured appearances from Travis Scott, Lil Baby, Young Thug, and more.

The effortless wisdom of CEO Trayle

The effortless wisdom of CEO Trayle

The Atlanta-based rapper talks YSL Records, his career trajectory, and moving beyond his hit “OK Cool.”

By Brandon Callender

December 23, 2021

CEO Trayle. Photo via publicist.

 

If you told CEO Trayle that “OK Cool” would be the song that got people to pay attention to him, he wouldn’t believe you. The 27-year-old rapper always thought that he had better songs. A coldhearted break-up anthem in the vein of Future’s “Throwaway,” “OK Cool” casts CEO Trayle as a spurned lover intent on burning the relationship down and salting the earth. While Trayle says he was just messing around when he made the song, it blew up during summer 2020; first in Chicago, then spreading elsewhere. It’s the biggest song of his career so far, but when you ask Trayle about “OK Cool” a year later, he calls it a “gift and a curse.”

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“I guess [people] feel like since that one song has been created, it’ll create a category of rap where you just say ‘bitch’ a million times,” Trayle explains. “ If I was to feed into that how they want me to, then I’ll fuck up rap. I don’t want to be the reason why motherfuckers get to doing weird shit on songs.” That unwillingness to be boxed in has colored CEO Trayle’s 2021 output. On the string of loosies he’s released this year along with the mixtapes Stay Dangerous and Happy Halloween C4, the hunger in his rapping turns every song into a boxing ring to prove himself victorious.

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Trayle was born in the Bronx, living there for 13 years until he moved to Alabama, settling in Atlanta a few years later. His moving patterns are mirrored in his biggest influences: 50 Cent’s rugged, bully-like persona and Gucci Mane’s rolodex of flows, as well as his brutal sense of humor, are encoded into Trayle’s DNA. Though the artist that I hear most when listening to Trayle is Chief Keef—they share an impulse to constantly add new tools to their respective arsenals. It’s as if Trayle forces himself to try out new flows, use different voices, or experiment with styles of production to keep the music from becoming stale.

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That constant evolution makes Trayle unpredictable as an artist. You’ll hear him rapping over a sparse and unsettling mechanical production on one song before turning around to hop on deep-grooving, No Limit-inspired production on another. After linking with Taurus, Gunna’s DJ, Trayle was introduced to the rest of the YSL camp, which led to Gunna remixing “OK Cool” earlier this year. In our interview, CEO Trayle opened up about being motivated by Chicago drill, navigating the industry as an independent artist, and his relationship with the YSL camp.

THE FADER: What about Gucci Mane made him one of your biggest inspirations?

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I always fuck with the underdog. It’s more than just music. He was exactly what he was rapping. I respect that a lot. I see myself as an underdog. People usually fade out after some time if they don’t take no deal or no shit like that, but I feel like I’ve been maneuvering good enough on my own. The fact that I’ve been maneuvering so well has allowed me to be able to take larger steps when I do shit.

You dropped “OK Cool” because fans got a hold of the leak and they were just like, like, “oh what’s this song? Who’s this?” Do you think that’s how artists should move now?

I feel like it’s for the fans anyways. I don’t feel like people in a board room should be telling you what songs to drop. I preview a lot of songs, but when I preview certain songs, they just go crazy. That’s the fans letting me know that that’s the song they want to drop. Somebody’ll tell me like, “hold the song. Don’t feed ’em so much.” It’s cool to hold off when you got a lot of music out, but somebody in the position that I’m in it’s like, I’m trying to find my song that’s going to take me out of there.

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Once you got one song, you have to find the next to keep them interested.

You can’t do it as fast, but you definitely gotta keep feeding them. So they’ll know he not trying to be a one hit. Like, you see how Lil Nas X dropped the album after his song went 15 times platinum. He didn’t have to do none of that shit he did after that song. He already getting paid for the rest of his life. He could have had everybody know him as the “Old Town Road” person.

You just gotta make them understand that it’s more to you than that one song. Cause people think when they hear one song, that song is you. They’ll think like just because I made “OK Cool” and I’m saying bitch all those times, “oh, [CEO Trayle] don’t respect women.” Any small thing that can be made big, people gonna do that. You just gotta keep going.

If you the one that’s being talked about all the time, you really don’t gotta worry about much. You just gotta live up to expectations. Nowadays, the expectations is not even that high. So if you are a person that likes to exceed expectations, then you always gonna look better than lot of other people. The bar is set so low for a lot of shit. If you a person like a Drake or a Kanye or a person that likes to compete with yourself to be better than what you was yesterday, you always going to supersede everybody else because everybody else is just doing the bare minimum.

Sometimes you remind me a lot of Chief Keef’s been on recently: recording full songs with no hook, straight bars.

I feel like a lot of people been doing that for a long time, especially niggas like Chief Keef. He been doing that for a minute. When the Chicago wave first popped off, that’s all it was at first. Chief Keef had hella songs, but they really didn’t have hooks. And then when he dropped songs with hooks, that’s when he started going crazy. I used to think that was the hardest thing to come up with was a hook. If you start the song by trying to come up with a hook, you damn near dead. Soon as the beat play, I have to get the melody in my head and then I know, “oh yeah, that’s the hook.”

Back then when I first started rapping, it was hard as fuck for me to make hooks. It was shit that I thought I would want to hear twice. I couldn’t find four bars out the freestyle. I never made hooks, really. I used to just rap and then whoever was rapping on the song with me, if it was somebody for the feature, they’ll just come behind me rapping, or I’ll just come behind them rapping or we’ll do four bars apiece until the song go off. I done got better with that now of course.

What got you listening to Chicago drill?

When I seen Chief Keef doing what he was doing at his age, it made me feel like it’s a way for like niggas me. Niggas that don’t have the resources that other people had, cuz all his videos was shot at his Grandma’s house on house arrest. The shit that people took for granted, he took that shit and made millions, made a big name for that shit, and opened the door for a lot of other people.
I don’t even know how I stumbled on Keef. I think it was a girl. I think she was from Detroit. She used to always get the aux in the car and she used to play songs I never heard. Next thing you know, he dropped “3Hunna.” When I seen that video, I’m like, “yeah, that nigga ass up outta here.” I probably played that song a million times. And then Young Chop being his producer, but being his homie [too,] everything was so close-knit. They homie down the street shoot videos, he make beats, he rap, and he got the studio. I just liked the vibe that they gave, the family vibe—all for one and one for all.

What made you want to have features on Happy Halloween C4?

Me being the person that I am and already having the “OK Cool” remix with Gunna, I was just showing people that I work well with others. I feel like when you get in the studio with different people, they bring out different vibes and you make different songs. Just showing like, “oh he could do that too. He sound good on other people’s songs.” When people listen to me, they be saying stuff like, “oh, you don’t sound like nobody else.” It be hard for them to imagine me on a song with somebody like Babyface Ray, Gunna or even Jean Deaux.

What has linking up with the YSL camp shown you about the music industry?

Nowadays I look at music like it’s a job. It’s all business now. When I linked with them, they put some fun back into it. A lot of what they got, I’m working towards and they help me understand that you gotta be patient in some instances; you gotta go for it in some instances; you gotta analyze in some instances. They give me a lot of keys of the game without oversaturating it. They got a greater good that they working towards. It’s a good feeling to see people actually embrace you and mean it. That’s hard to find in the music industry. People embrace you cuz you got some hot shit going on and then once that shit’s over with, they’ll fall back. It was lot of people telling me when I first got with YSL, “oh you shouldn’t sign no deal with them. You shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t do that.” But they approached me a certain way and we chopped it up about what I would be open to. It was never no pressure.

A lot of people would be on some, “he can’t be around unless he signed a deal.” They not like that, and I respect that. Even just being on the fan point of view, you will see a lot of people that go through those YSL channels. You see some people that go through those channels and they don’t do right and not good shit happens. Then you see people who do right and the good shit happens. And you see people that went through the YSL channels that never had to sign a deal with YSL to be embraced. Even though it’s a good thing to sign to them because they gonna make sure you straight, they’re not pushing the agenda of signing you in order for them to embrace you.

Do you value being independent over signing to a label?

I wouldn’t say I value it over being with YSL. I just feel like it’s better for me to say I’m independent and doing the things that I’m doing. Being independent is cool because it helps you realize the ins and outs before you gotta realize them. It’s a lot of shit that goes wrong in the industry with people not paying attention to certain things. It’s like you’re in school. It’s on you to pick up what they putting down. If you can’t pick it up, then that means that this shit is just not for you.

A lot of people wanna make music and they wanna be around certain people because they got this perception of this person. But you gotta be comfortable with yourself. When I talk to Gunna, Young Thug, or anybody from the YSL camp or in that vicinity who aligns themselves as family, they want to see me succeed just as well as they would their real younger brother or they real siblings. It’s good have that mindframe on shit because you gotta know you not the biggest. It’s always gonna be somebody better. I don’t feel like I gotta compete with Thug or Gunna or anybody from YSL. No matter what size my chain is, or how much money I got, it’s a family vibe. The more I do what I’m doing, the more I’m gonna get what I’m working for.

G-Eazy – Wanna Be Myself Lyrics

[Chorus]
I just wanna do these drugs tonight ’cause I just wanna be myself
I forgot how to be myself
I just really miss myself
I just wanna do these drugs tonight ’cause I just wanna be myself (Yeah)
I forgot how to be myself (Uh)
I just really miss myself (Somebody asked me, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Somebody asked me, “What do you have outside of music that really makes you happy?”
I thought about it and I ain’t have no answer
I started this shit ten years ago, it was just me and my manager
On the road, doin’ any shows, we was fillin’ up this calendar
But Matty’s married now and it’s a whole ‘nothеr chapter
While I’m in Gerryland, I’m still hеre wildin’ as a bachelor
Woke up next to a stranger, what’s her name? I had to ask her
She prolly thinks I got it all, but it’s pain behind this laughter
Hungover the mornin’ after, close my drapes, make it blackout
Tryna put the pieces together from last night when I blacked out
On LSD, had a convo with my brother, it brought a lot up
See I don’t ever take the uniform off, and now I’m clocked out

[Chorus]
I just wanna do these drugs tonight ’cause I just wanna be myself
I forgot how to be myself
I just really miss myself
I just wanna do these drugs tonight ’cause I just wanna be myself
I forgot how to be myself, yeah
I just really miss myself (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Comin’ down in my room all alone listenin’ to Mac
Last time he text me, I was fucked up, forgot I didn’t hit him back
Wish I could have spoken up, man, I just want my brother back
But I mean, who am I to talk, bro? I’m still livin’ like that
They’ll never understand what it’s like to be a artist
Make some shit I don’t feel, yes men tell me it’s the hardest
They just wanna keep their jobs, stay on my good side, keep their office
Keep us on the road, and no commission or the profits
Now everything is peachy, and yeah, I feel Avicii
Fifty thousand watchin’ me, but I swear don’t nobody see me
But it’s rich people problems, it’s stamps all in my passport
My mama tellin’ me that, “This is everything you asked for”
What you want?

[Chorus]
I just wanna do these drugs tonight ’cause I just wanna be myself
I forgot how to be myself (How to be myself)
I just really miss myself (Great mind, great mind)
I just wanna do these drugs tonight ’cause I just wanna be myself
I forgot how to be myself, yeah
I just really miss myself

[Verse 3]
My anxiety increases the higher that I climb
I thought this shit would get easier, easier with time
I’m happy in my mind, but at least I tell myself that
Guess I’m damaged goods, I cannot help that
Drugs take the edge off, hide inside my comfort zone
Different girl every night, but worry I’ma die alone
Me against the world, can’t decide now what side I’m on
Miss my family but act like I can’t even dial a phone
Cheated on my girl, I felt like shit, and then I sped off
Crept in the crib quiet, shower, took my YSL off
She woke up, grab my dick, I couldn’t help it, had to get off
And if she gave me head, felt like I wanna blow my head off
Think everybody cheats, everybody will
Everybody leaves, but these drugs never will
I know that sounds fucked up, but in the end, it’s real
‘Til I’m lost on a bender askin’ myself can I chill
This scale here will measure, five hundred pounds of pressure
The only thing to alleviate it is a stash in the dresser
Illuminate my ugly, you really sure you love me?
You deserve to know the truth, decide now what you think of me

[Chorus]
I just wanna do these drugs tonight ’cause I just wanna be myself
I forgot how to be myself
I just really miss myself
I just wanna do these drugs tonight ’cause I just wanna be myself
I forgot how to be myself, yeah
I just really miss myself

Tion Wayne – Loyal Lyrics

[Chorus: NSG]
Can’t be loyal to no ho, only my bros
Been a long time since I’ve been broke
Why you only holler when I got a show?
I can tell who’s a friend or a foe
Now [?] on a Sunday
Baby girl, I don’t do dates
For you, girl, I might switch ways

[Verse 1: NSG]
She all for the chain
[?] mandem [?]
And we did it from the pavement
Thought the feds [?] ways
Too many snakes [?]
We make it rain, we change the forecast
They want us dead, pree the vultures
Gyally love the [?] of the culture

[Verse 2: NSG]
Baby girl, your body shaped good, no need no BBL
Be fuckin’, got you bustin’ like a BB gun
When we done, I tell you, “I don’t need no other onе”
It’s the [?], YSL, [?] over the cliеntal
I put it all on the line for my family
You ain’t ridin’ for me, I’m with the gang now

[Chorus: NSG & Tion Wayne]
Can’t be loyal to no ho, only my bros
Been a long time since I’ve been broke (C’mon, c’mon)
Why you only holler when I got a show?
I can tell who’s a friend or a foe (Uh-huh)
Now [?] on a Sunday
Baby girl, I don’t do dates (C’mon, c’mon)
For you, girl, I might switch ways (Yo, T Wayne from the, yo)

[Verse 3: Tion Wayne]
We was on the landing, countin’ for a toaster
And now Simon Cowell use my broker
When I was out here, rollin’ with my poker
I made ’em stay inside, way before corona
Deep stroka, Wizzy make it leak again
Now I’m the owner, she don’t wanna leave my ends
How you loyal to a ho, but then you leave your friend?
We was runnin’ London before Sadiq and them
Her pussy meat for them, man are real raw African, peek for them
Her bum real, real challengin’, watch cost caravan
T Wayne, runner from the plug
Man, I went uni and I saw jugs
But I want ’cause, man a man a bodman
Touch my one’s, and you could order one [?]
For my bros, I catch case
For my bros, I catch case

[Chorus: NSG]
Can’t be loyal to no ho, only my bros
Been a long time since I’ve been broke
Why you only holler when I got a show?
I can tell who’s a friend or a foe
Now [?] on a Sunday
Baby girl, I don’t do dates
For you, girl, I might switch ways

[Verse 4: NSG]
Been a while now, been a minute
I was in the mud, they weren’t with me
Connect the dots, finesse them boys
His credit score just dropped to [?]
He build my line, but first off all
Cool it off, it was [?]
Cool it off, ‘fore it gets so long
Prove them wrong without movin’ wrong

[Verse 5: NSG]
Call me guys, they be tellin’ lies for me
But my money long, so my tool came cheap
Better know it ain’t cheap if it’s on me
She heard my voice, all of a sudden, she a freak
I don’t do dates, fuckin’ with a screw-face
Better know this gwallah comin’ with the replay
You know my money never goes on [walls?]
I’m movin’ that ’cause I’m sold

[Chorus: NSG]
Can’t be loyal to no ho, only my bros
Been a long time since I’ve been broke
Why you only holler when I got a show?
I can tell who’s a friend or a foe
Now [?] on a Sunday
Baby girl, I don’t do dates
For you, girl, I might switch ways

[Verse 6: NSG]
Before [Star?] Gang, shawty was no-show
I had no money, I had no hope
PTSD from duckin’ ya phone
Now blessing come in with no phone
Everything man do, man, I regret
Everything gyal man fuck, I can’t regret
Any man will try, that will regret
I’ll be loyal ’til I can’t breathe anymore

[Chorus: NSG]
Can’t be loyal to no ho, only my bros
Been a long time since I’ve been broke
Why you only holler when I got a show?
I can tell who’s a friend or a foe
Now [?] on a Sunday
Baby girl, I don’t do dates
For you, girl, I might switch ways

Tion Wayne – West End Lyrics

[Intro: Young Adz & Tion Wayne]
Be my best friend, racks in the west end
I’ma take a flight with you
I need more, tea for the west end (C’mon, c’mon), fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you
Yeah, T Wayne from the, yo (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Tion Wayne]
It’s like you love to make it all the bop, you’re with the drama (Yeah)
Every time I’m vex, you’re my answer (You’re my answer)
I know I’m, due a lot of karma
I ain’t Peter Parker, but my ting better than Rihanna (Than RiRi)
She don’t know we stеppin’ with some killers (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Love it whеn we sex up in the mirrors (Uh)
Pop down, couldn’t buy you slippers (Yeah)
But she don’t even care about no figures
It’s long (Yeah), she don’t want me gone
Things I did for the funds
To get you Saint Laurent
I accept that I’m wrong
But when you hear this song, love me now, love me strong
And love me when I’m gone (When I’m gone)
Big plans, we ain’t ever needin’ anything (Yeah)
Me and you will have proper ease, developin’ (C’mon, c’mon)
Bougie, and your ambition is evident
You’re a boss but let me help with everyting (With everyting)

[Chorus: Young Adz]
I said, can you be my best friend?
Racks in the west end
I’ma take a flight with you
I need more, tea for the west end
Fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you, and yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? And yeah

[Verse 2: Dirtbike LB]
I treat your pussy like a goldmine, girl
When I pull up, you look so fly, girl (Girl, you looks so fly)
Gold zippers with the gold YSL
Tryna figure if I know myself (If I know my)
Stay strong while I settle our differences
Pay attention, girl, I’m wrong, now I’m listenin’
Hundred racks’ll make a nigga wanna live again
I put this house in your name ’cause you’re different
I was servin’ on the curb for my fiends (For my fiends)
Now I’m fuckin’ with a girl from my dreams
I been sleepin in the Burj, more peace (More peace)
I been tryna figure out what you need
She the main one
I ain’t switchin’ up, I’m with the same one
It’s the city where you try and live your life or you take one
That’s my driller, he ain’t scared to take his shot like he’s Neymar (Uh)
I just sent my other hitter to Jamaica

[Chorus: Young Adz]
I said, can you be my best friend?
Racks in the west end
I’ma take a flight with you
I need more, tea for the west end
Fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you, and yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? And yeah
I said, can you be my best friend?
Racks in the west end
I’ma take a flight with you
I need more, tea for the west end
Fuck all your best friends
Girl, I got my eyes on you, and yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? Yeah
Mi say, gyal, come here now
Can you be my best friend? And yeah

Yak Gotti – All Day Lyrics (feat. Lil Gotit & Lil Keed)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Keed]
Let go the stand, I let go my ho
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherf*cking tongue if he told (Oh yeah)
Beat it up, treat the p*ssy like G-Star
That Maybach, I'm whipping it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
Slatt business, no rat business
What's happening?
Yak Gotti (Yak, Yak, Yak)
Fashion statement when I’m stepping it
I'm with Stickbaby, stick is my preference
Call the young niggas and walk out at Jeffery's
I'm a big gangster, drip out with etiquette
Dead presis, know how that we stacking
We keep 'em, we pray that we might as well bury 'em
Maniac Gotti, I'm fresh out the blender
I jump out the system, I feel like barbarian
Due to the fake love, biscotti I'm coughing
I'm coughing, I need me some motherf*cking medicine
Gotit just pulled up with ice, come from Elliot
We don't speak on 'em, lil' boy, they irrelevant
Big opp shit, ride chopsticks
Empty one clip, switch the cartridge
That's two clips, spin the block again
Blue tips in the two-tone F&N
Blue strips on the dead presidents
Jumped out the fed, been lit ever since
Beat a murder case, it ain't no evidence
Let you know not to tell a nigga again
(Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit, Lil Keed & Yak Gotti]
Let go the stand, I let go my ho (Slatt)
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherf*cking tongue if he told (Oh yeah)
Beat it up, treat the p*ssy like G-Star

That Maybach, I'm whipping it, nah, it's not Audi rings
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane (Hold on the drip)
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains

[Verse 2: Lil Keed, Lil Gotit & Yak Gotti]
Yeah, I'm rocking Margielas, I'm dropping the top, and I'm in all vintage (Oh yeah)
Yeah, she giving the drop on the opp, so his car is all dented
You'll never know what them slimes did, never ever, just know you'll fail the mission
Four pockets full in Amiri jeans, yeah, and it was all business (Let's go)
Five-star meals now I'm saying my grace
I ain't no ho so you know that I'm straight
You can give us tests, I'm YSL dripped down, know we gonna ace it
I'm wearing all white in a red coupe, dawg, looking just like [?]
I'm with Slatt Gotti and Lil Gotit, know this shit so slatt business
Know I'ma pop it like always (Pop it)
Stacking it up tall ways (Hood Baby)
Diamonds on wendy’s frosty
Yeah, I been cold all day (Hood Baby)
All my brothers on my team
Know they ball like Spaulding (Hood Baby)
My lil' partner, he caught him a body and a lick, just know I'm all in (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
In, in when it come to you (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit & Lil Keed]
Let go the stand, I let go my ho
I got the whole Conley road sewed
We get murderous in case you didn't know
Catch him, wet his ass up like a toad
730, they know all my folk
Cut out his motherf*cking tongue if he told (Oh yeah, let's go)
Beat it up, treat the p*ssy like G-Star (Hood Baby)
That Maybach, I'm whipping it, nah, it's not Audi rings (Hood Baby)
They hold on the drip, shit, just like a crane (Hood Baby)
Shot with a stick then we blow his brains (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

[Outro: Lil Keed]
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Yak Gotti – Free The Goat Lyrics (feat. Shad Da God)

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Yak Gotti]
Hoodrich Keem? Yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' that guy
48 hours a day you know what I mean?
Slatt
You gon' climb again

[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
And I'm wit' God
Racks in my pocket look like football studs (studs)
Don't f*ck wit these niggas cause they facade (Slatt)
Ridin wit' Lil Duke and I took the charge (Lil Duke)
I was first in life and I beat the odds
I just came back and they like shawty you hard (Blatt)
I got a big body in the garage
What's in the base down lil' nigga I store it (Nigga I store it)
Free the Goat (Free the goat)
YSL holster like billy goats (Billy Goats)
See what that mouth do I'm in your throat (Ouu)
I got some real ones that's down the road (Brim)
Yeah she a stain she drive the boat (Swear)
What's in my back that's a Cali Coke (Yeah)
Lil Slime got more bodies than I would know (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Won't leak information cause' I don't know

[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
Red light, Green light, Yellow Light, Go!
Sak pasé? That's for all my zoes
Locked up the cell I couldn't figure out the code
Lil bitch I'm dripping like I'm macro mode
Control the hoe without remote control
Everywhere I go, I'm getting paid for the show (Getting paid for it)
Trust issues, I can't put faith in a hoe (Hell nah)
Had to bathe wit' the bleach, then I bathe wit' the soap
And I ain't wit the playing, keep a K's in a coat
Imma wipe a nigga nose like he playing wit' the coat
They don't want no smoke, cause' there's too much to tote
20 racks, all hunnids' and they blue like a loc
Piru so I'm screaming suwoo to the bros
YSL play wit' slatt give you food to the bros
And I'm wit Shad da god
You know that we hard, you know we live large
[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
And I'm wit' God
Racks in my pocket look like football studs (studs)
Don't f*ck wit these niggas cause they facade (Slatt)
Ridin wit' Lil Duke and I took the charge
I was first in life and I beat the odds

I just came back and they like shawty you hard (Blatt)
I got a big body in the garage
What's in the base down lil' nigga I store it (Nigga I store it)
Free the Goat (Free the goat)
YSL holster like billy goats (Roscoe)
See what that mouth do I'm in your throat (Swear)
I got some real ones that's down the road (Brim)
Yeah she a stain she drive the boat (Swear)
What's in my back that's a Cali Coke (Yeah)
Lil Slime got more bodies than I would know (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Won't leak information cause' I don't know

[Verse 2: Shad da God]
I'm ridin wit' the stick like its 3rd ward
All these p*ssys tryna hop on our surfboard
Got a jet, four Glocks wit' extension cords
Least I go get this shit out the cold mud
Me and Gotti, we trap like the money say
On the west, boutta make a exotic play
Shit them 38 hard, I want 38
You can't talk to me direct, I got screen plays
Drip said Lamb or a purple haze
Came 56 and I'm talking bout them racks
I'm smoking shold loud like it's oxygen
I count them bankrolls get them boxes in
I'm wit the Yak, he can't wait to shoot again
We in a benz, and we bought a extra benz
Told her bring some extra friends
Steady having extra M's
[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
And I'm wit' God
Racks in my pocket look like football studs (studs)
Don't f*ck wit these niggas cause they facade (Slatt)
Ridin wit' Lil Duke and I took the charge
I was first in life and I beat the odds
I just came back and they like shawty you hard (Blatt)
I got a big body in the garage
What's in the base down lil' nigga I store it (Nigga I store it)
Free the Goat (Free the goat)
YSL holster like billy goats (Billy Goats)
See what that mouth do I'm in your throat (Ouu)
I got some real ones that's down the road (Brim)
Yeah she a stain she drive the boat (Swear)
What's in my back that's a Cali Coke (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Lil Slime got more bodies than I would know
Won't leak information cause' I don't know

Rod Wave – Invisible Scar Lyrics

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Tahj Money)
Hmm
(Shaad got K’Round)

[Chorus]
How’s it feel closing million-dollar deals off a cell phone?
Oh, youngin’ in the party, running wild with his head gone
If I broke ya heart then I’m sorry about it
Real rockstar, living large, invisible scars
She can say, “Come save me” (Yeah)
“Come save me” (Yeah)
She say, “Come save me”
But I can’t be the one (I won’t be the one)
Can’t be the one

[Verse]
Early mornings and late nights, it be such a sight
I can’t even lie, right now’s the timе of my life
Tour bus, sliding, even flyin’ privatе
High mileage, all around the world, that’s high mileage
Keep quiet, keep ya fly as hell, brand new YSL
This that new Chanel, can’t you tell? Want you to myself
But, I’ma be gone all next week
Sippin’ codeine ease the pain
I can’t even find my phone
Can’t even move out of my head
I don’t wanna fight, that’s that extra shit
My medicine made me miss your calls and your messages
You’re Heaven-sent, just right for me
Fuck these hoes and what they think
I’ma give ya everything you want
Just gotta let me chase my dreams

[Chorus]
How’s it feel closing million-dollar deals off a cell phone? (Cell phone)
Oh, youngin’ in the party, running wild with his head gone (With his head gone, yeah)
If I broke ya heart then I’m sorry about it (Yeah)
Real rockstar, living large, invisible scars (Invisible scars, yeah)
She can say, “Come save me” (Yeah, Yeah)
“Come save me” (Yeah)
“Come save me” (Save me, come save me, yeah)
I can’t be the one (I can’t be the one)

[Outro]
Closing million-dollar deals off a cell phone (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Youngin’ in the party running wild with his head gone (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I broke ya heart then I’m sorry about it (I’m sorry)
Real rockstar, living large, invisible scars (Invisible scars)
She can say, “Come save me” (Save me)
“Come save me”
“Come save me”
But I can’t be the one (I won’t be the one)
Can’t be the one

Jackboy – In The Uber With A Ruger Lyrics

[Intro]
My video vixen give super f**kin’ head
If you f**k her, both of y’all ass dead

[Chorus]
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (With a Ruger, bitch)
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch)
Drum on the Drac’, droppin’ hits like producers (Like producers, bitch)
Boy, you be flaggin’, only thuggin’ on computers (On computers, bitch)
Hit up Saks, two words, Richard Mueller (Richard Mueller, bitch)
He tryna tax so I’m ’bout to rob my jeweler (Rob my jeweler, bitch)
Gucci bandit but my girl a YSL trooper (YSL trooper, yeah)
Step out the mall, more shit than a booster

[Verse 1]
Step out the mall with more shit than a booster (Than a booster)
Walk up on me, lil’ bitch, I’ma shot you (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Nigga pussy, only thuggin’ on computers (Thuggin’ on computers)
Still in the hood, I’m still certified shooter (Bitch, I still got strength)
I’m not no tutor, bitch, teach a lesson, shoot a bitch
Can’t love no groupie bitch steady tryin’ sneaky shit
Always tweetin’ shit so I had to leave the bitch
Thuggin’ in the ditch, mobbin’, tryna hit a lick

[Chorus]
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (With a Ruger, bitch)
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch)
Drum on the Drac’, droppin’ hits like producers (Like producers, bitch)
Boy, you be flaggin’, only thuggin’ on computers (On computers, bitch)
Hit up Saks, two words, Richard Mueller (Richard Mueller, bitch)
He tryna tax so I’m ’bout to rob my jeweler (Rob my jeweler, bitch)
Gucci bandit but my girl a YSL trooper (YSL trooper, bitch)
Step out the mall, more shit than a booster (Than a booster, bitch)

[Verse 2]
My video vixen give super f**kin’ head (Super head)
If you f**k her then both of y’all ass dead (Y’all ass dead)
Could’ve had your ho but left that bitch on read (Yeah, yeah)
City boy, pussy ho, cut the check (Give me that bread)
You ain’t pushing weight, pussy nigga, don’t flex (Don’t flex)
I ain’t tryna talk, pussy ho, just undress (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas hatin’, why they mad at success? (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
I was broke now eighty thousand around my neck (Bitch, I got that cash)

[Chorus]
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (With a Ruger, bitch)
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch)
Drum on the Drac’, droppin’ hits like producers (Like producers, bitch)
Boy, you be flaggin’, only thuggin’ on computers (On computers, bitch)
Hit up Saks, two words, Richard Mueller (Richard Mueller, bitch)
He tryna tax so I’m ’bout to rob my jeweler (Rob my jeweler, bitch)
Gucci bandit but my girl a YSL trooper (YSL trooper, bitch)
Step out the mall, more shit than a booster (Rrah, rrah, rrah)

[Outro]
With my shooter in the Uber with a Ruger (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Far from a loser so that’s how I maneuver (How I maneuver, bitch)
Drum on the Drac’, droppin’ hits like producers (Like producers, bitch)
Boy, you be flaggin’, thuggin’ on computers (On computers)
Hit up Saks, Richard Mueller (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
He tryna tax, rob my jeweler (Rrah, rrah)
Gucci bandit, YSL trooper (Rrah, rrah)
Step out the mall, than a booster

A Boogie Wit da Hoodie – Stain Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Go Grizz
Put a stain on a nigga if he
Squat made the beat
Yeah

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” yeah
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
I get money and you don’t, I just did like five platinums in a row
I’m that nigga, no cappin’, I’m a goat
All these niggas flow jackin’ and I know
And your bitch layin’, yeah, she wanna kick it
YSL wearin’ ass nigga in a Benz seat
And your girlfriend keep plottin’ on my wishlist
Have her stuck, yeah, had to stuff her in a frenzy

[Refrain: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Ooh, she love it, fuckin’ and suckin’ dick, yeah
Now she trippin’, talkin’ ’bout she wanna kiss me
I was busy, I was tryna bum giffies
Split it fifty-fifty with my (Yeah, woah)

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah (Woah)
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah (Woah)
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” Yeah (Woah)
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
And you know that’s all it take to get a nigga smoked and that’s a fact
I be nuttin’ quick like I’m a virgin, when we fuck, her ass too fat
I had to fly into New Jersey ’cause New York don’t like the strap
We make the nigga front us thirty and we ran off with the sack (Nah, keep going, keep going)
Lil’ nigga, you asked to get it (Ha)
Bitch, I’ve been the best since a kid in the neighborhood, wasn’t playin’ tag with niggas (Let’s go)
I used to hit licks in my whip, had to switch up the plates so the tags was different (Yeah, bitch)
And I used to fuck on the sixes and the sevens, now we fuck the baddest bitches (Ten)
I’ma go get the bag, I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t into goin’ outside with niggas (Uh, uh)
And I ain’t gon’ out sad ’bout a bitch, I got hoes on my dick that be tryna harass a nigga (Yeah)
That lil’ nigga ain’t goin’ for shit, they gon’ come with them sticks, we gon’ pull up and smash on niggas (Bitch)
See the look on my face, think I’m laughin’, nigga?
Last nigga to play, know what happened, nigga?
They know I—

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Put a stain on a nigga if he touch me, yeah
Two hunnid on my neck, ain’t gotta tuck it, yeah
They just hatin’ ’cause I’m up and bitches love me, yeah
Remember when we used to wear the Polo rugby
I’m just sayin’, “Why you actin like a ho?” Yeah
Get the Draco and the drum and it’s a goat, yeah
All I needed was some paper and some tote, yeah
All it took to get a nigga smoked, yeah

Blacc Zacc – Bag After Bag Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro: Blacc Zacc & Lil Baby]
It’s that bag talk, it’s that bag talk
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags
Bag after bag, bag after bag
Bag after bag, we got bags after bags

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
B-A-G me, this that bag talk
She like why you walk like this ’cause this that bag walk
All my diamonds hittin’ like a glass ball
And I hear you niggas poppin’ but it’s all talk
Fifty-five hundred on a CC bag
Get the money, put it up, they’ll never see this cash
Got some dogs in Carolina, said they get ’em by the hundred
Told ’em meet me at the spot, just send a driver with the money
Niggas hatin’ on me dog
But I’m blessed, I’m thanking god, I hit my knees dog
Call me Jordan, I got bags for twenty-three dog
Bougee glasses, I ain’t never gon’ see y’all
I just get that bag dog

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

[Verse 2: Blacc Zacc]
I just got some drip from YSL
I just left LA, I scored a bale
Swimming in that water, Michael Phelps
Got four pockets full like I just signed to 4PF, ayy
All my niggas bosses, not no runners
I be in the trenches with some gunners
200K in jewelry, I’m being humble
Put a bag up on her, he mad I f**ked his baby mama, ayy
Got his feelings hurt and brought that lil bitch Birkin
I been sippin’ syrup and I’m poppin’ perkies
I be wrappin’ bales, I just started rappin’ verses
VVS’s on me, I got this shit from servin’

[Chorus: Blacc Zacc]
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy
I know what to do to get that bag
I f**ked your bitch and then brought her a bag
Nigga I can get you whacked for a bag
Bag after bag, ayy, bag after bag, ayy

Dr. Yen Lo – Day 81 Lyrics

[Intro: From The Manchurian Candidate]
Oh you note-takers might set down a reminder to consult… (Metal)
…experiments in the hypnotic production of antisocial and self-injurious behaviour

[Verse 1: Ka]
I love blindly and hate with a focus
That define me, no fake could approach us
Believe in my ace, no faith in the jokers
Was praying late in ’88, taking them chokers
Thieving benjis, not even pennies safely in loafers
Forbidden living in the place full of roaches
Did A to Z, then agency, threw eighths to the hopeless
Went from bagging and dragging magnums to making a opus
Dumb hood, never understood caking with no risk
Shots peeling, not civilian, it’s blatant we soldiers
A rock climber, got drama breaking them boulders
Drive a smooth ride, pimps taking the motor
Told from jump, bump mine, pump on the front line
Rolled alone, not from a sober home, couldn’t unwind
Plans for static, if mans ain’t have it I brung mine
Dip in gold slippers, sifting cokes, calling one-time
We ride in fear, lotta years if cops caught us
Blocks forage, if not would’ve jotted in locked quarters
Sword the flock orders on board with top scorers
Props in here, call me papa bear, this hot porridge
Righteous bars, as far as your syntex, it’s insects
A raw writer, more spider you can’t spin next
Crime is how mind reward a doubt
Times are drought, climb that water spout
Itsy bitsy, slung to get crispy
Almost choked in the web spun to fix me
You in the wrong lane, young, trynna ball to fame
Along came the sun, dried up all your rain
You in the wrong lane, young, trynna ball to fame
Along came the sun, dried up all your rain

[Interlude]
Comrade, we thank you
If we may proceed with the demonstration

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]:
Grip the eagle in the green Regal
Live illegal, deceitful
Get the cream, I got a sweet tooth
Bend your queen up like a cheap boot
Creep through, one piece, that’s not a ski-suit
Squeeze a few, I heard geese flew
Keep a freak, at least two
Turn the weak beef to BBQ to get GQ
My unique hue, make bitches rock something that’s see-through
Time heals, reveal the pineal
Tires peel, YSL, you know the game, buy and sell
Got crack under the nails, Chanel, pink champale
Pelle Pelle mademoiselle, CL, left a chem trail
For intel, rinse your skin cell
Eighty-foot yacht with the windsail
Begin the tale, now let the wind tell
Then slide up in your femme fatale with G-E-L
Might wanna keep that on the DL

[Outro]
You say this man has been built as an assassin (Metal)

Marlo – Soakin Wet Lyrics (feat. City Girls & Offset)

[Intro]
Hitmaka
OG Parker

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 1: Marlo & Offset]
On the jet, yeah
Bad bitches f**kin’ on the set, yeah (Smash)
When I flex, yeah (Flex)
VVS baguettes all on my neck, yeah
(Soakin’ wet, yeah)
I’m the shit, get a plumber
Runnin’ through these hundreds, I might blow a couple commas (Racks, racks)
Yeah, flexin’ in the city (Flex)
Twenty strippers with me and they with it, yeah (Hey)

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Miami & Marlo]
Flew me out to Vegas, ate my pussy on the jet
Pussy wet, drippin’, super soaker, treat it like a pet
I got niggas in the pen callin’ collect
That locked down, fresh out dick be the best (Soakin’ wet, yeah)
Hit ’em with that wet wet (Wet wet)
I’ll put a ring on it for a check check
He want me meet him at the bank but he ain’t there yet
And you short a couple hundreds, you ain’t there yet (Nah)
But I ain’t trippin’
I’m in love as long as you spend it (Period)
Super wet, yeah

[Chorus: Marlo & Offset]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’? (Huh?)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment (Hey)
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Cash)
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah (No hands)
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah (Chanel)
Hope you hoes pay attention (Woo)
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different

[Verse 3: Offset]
Soakin’ wet (Yeah, splash)
Spend the check (Spend the check)
I am a vet (I am a vet)
I got VV stones wrapped around her neck (VV)
I put my hand on the top of her head and make her my pet
(Ugh, ugh)
I get the bag, I’m spendin’ the bag, I might be in debt (Bag)
Yeah, she soakin’ (Splash)
Pussy fat, it’s poking (Poking)
Let me bust it open (Open)
Diamond rocks, they frozen (Frozen)
Put her in the Lotus (Lotus)
She clappin’ and I cannot focus (Clappin’)
I’m havin’ that shit, I be loaded (Havin’)
Count that shit up and I throw it (Hey)

[Chorus: Marlo]
What your niggas in here for and you ain’t tippin’?
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different
Throw them wedding bands on ’em, no commitment
Ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different
Soakin’ wet, yeah
Do it with no hands, flexin’ on the jet, yeah
New Chanel, YSL, that finesse, yeah
Hope you hoes pay attention
You ask me, “What you payin’ for?” That pussy different (Soakin’ wet, yeah)

Pablo Skywalkin – Flex On Em Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All these bands on me, I can’t f**king move
All these bands on me, I can’t f**king move
All these bands on me, I can’t f**king move
Where my Louie go, I spilled it on my shoes
My body it get chilly, when I rock my jewels
I be looking like a dolphin in these yellow Trues
Baby I can’t dance, but my diamonds can
So many Franklin’s in my pocket, bust the rubber band
Chillin on a fifth, I think I’m bro-man
If I can’t f**k yo bitch, then my brother can
My main girl said she don’t go with me, I don’t give a f**k
I got all kinds of hoes
White Pradas black shoe strings, these bitches looking like dominoes
Might catch a cold, cause my wrist froze
I hit her once, then we switch hoes
Y’all switch things, switch jeans
I been handcuffed since I was 16
In a Gucci tee, and it’s kinda tight
Rat bitch, say I’m dressing white
Just mad she ain’t spend the night
Tell her head first, then she get the pipe
Bye bye you gotta leave ho, buffed up like Deebo
Any nigga try to rob me, he a jackass like Steve-O

[Hook]
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
These hoes they ain’t shit, I don’t stress on ’em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on ’em
Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on ’em
All my belts and my shoes got the F’s on ’em
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
If I don’t like that bitch, I’m gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em

[Verse 2]
White girl tryna smoke me one
With a choosin bitch, and I’m the chosen one
Give y’all niggas the Gucci watch, on my left wrist is the frozen one
All these Louies in the shoe boxes, I don’t know what color let me open one
Riding around in this Rolex, hoes tweeting me it’s that over ton
That’s no lie, circle tighter than a bow tie
I’m high as hell, love Gucci belts no YSL
With a model bitch, and she shy as hell
She don’t speak, but she scream loud when you hittin deep
If you don’t work, you don’t eat
Niggas starving like Marvin, see more green nigga then it’s sparking
Like barking, you a funny guy, Martin
If the blunt rolled, then I spark it
Yeah that shit rolled, then I spark it
My bitch mad cause I’m high again, her legs spread and I’m diving in
No peek-a-boo
Diamonds yellow like Pikachu, Louie frames what I’m peeking through

[Hook]
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
These hoes they ain’t shit, I don’t stress on ’em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on ’em
Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on ’em
All my belts and my shoes got the F’s on ’em
If I don’t like that nigga, I’m gone flex on him
If I don’t like that bitch, I’m gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em

Mir Fontane – New Friends Lyrics (feat. Kodie Shane)

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]
f**k these hoes, just get your bands
They don’t wanna see you win
It get rough around my ends
They want you dead or in the Pen
I hold the tooly for my mans
Can’t get caught with it again
I know he want his revenge
But I don’t wanna lose more friends
It get cold up in the streets
I won’t tell yo ass again
You won’t take one on the chin
They throwing shots right at ya brim
Dolla sign, Dolla sign
You won’t make it on this side
Pray you make it out alive
I know so many niggas tried
See the city tryna charge us
Gotta keep ya guards up
Can’t afford no haircuts
Granny smokin’ hard stuff
Lately I been stressed out
Labels ain’t no damn help
Had to give the tooly back cuz I can’t trust my damn self
And I don’t got no beef, except the ones that hit my mans up
But they play wit police
They’d prolly kill wit my hands up
Pockets on Monique
Had no choice but get my bands up
You still worried ’bout followers and tryna get ya friends up

[Chorus x2]
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up
I was left for dead, now I’m just tryna get my knots up
No sleep in my bed
All my friends are dead or locked up
I don’t need new friends
But they always seem to pop up

[Verse 2: Kodie Shane]
Every time I cop some ice
My old hoes seem to pop up
She say she don’t do drugs
Cause her jaw, it just be locked up
Shocker
I just think she like that I’m a pop star
I just think she like that I’m a rock star
Rock her
Out like my guitar
Wow
She 18 but her dad took her car
Wow
I’m leaving New York, I’m on a flight
Right now
When I see that hoe
I say she better wipe me down
These niggas ain’t my friends
I’m up here on a cloud
YSL they kisses, VVS the smile
Okay, and I don’t want that bitch
Somebody get they child
I took my bitch to Chow’s
Put my wrist on WOW
Hey!

Young Thug – No Hysiding Lyrics

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[Intro: Solo Lucci]
Foreign money
[?] don’t wanna be that nigga, yeah
So fuck ’em

[Verse 1: Solo Lucci]
I told my momma “Fuck a job, shit I’m trappin’, I done got in too deep” (I did)
Never follow rules, shit, that’s cool, shit wasn’t really meant for me (No)
Ever since the day granny died, it fucked me up mentally (Damn)
So I stay strapped up ready to ride on all of my enemies (Woo, woo)
Young niggas’ll shoot on the block just tryna get famous (Brrrt, brrrt)
It’s only one rule on the block, don’t sell dope to strangers (Oh no)
Hunnid ’round yo’ [?], you not really good at [?] (You better)
‘Cause they gon’ do the [?], they guapin’, how could you blame ’em? (I’m like)
Fuck ’em (Fuck ’em), fuck that bitch [?] don’t trust ’em (No)
Got the type of [?]
I’ma be skeetin’ Robitussin (Woo)
Then wake up and make a [?] (Yeah)
That lil’ bitch know about this thuggin’ (Rich)
Speak to him forever, hold your peace
[?] ain’t no ho in me (No)
See, niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but when it get gangsta, they hide (They hide)
They walk in the [?] like gangstas, but that’s a disguise (That’s a disguise)
I remember the days when I used to slap niggas for lyin’ (Niggas for lyin’)
But I ain’t the same nigga I was and you better thank God (Woah)
‘Cause these niggas pussy, they pussy
Chop a nigga [?]
Hop out on foot (Damn), smoke a nigga like kush (Woah)
And I ain’t sayin’ I’m a killer (Woo)
Well, pussy nigga, don’t push (Oh no)
I’ma trapper turnt rapper, it’s gon’ cost a half a bird just to book (Brrr, brrr)
For real (No, no, no, no, no)

[Pre-Chorus: Solo Lucci]
No hysiding (No hysiding)
Momma didn’t teach me nothin’ but surviving (Surviving)
These niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but they lyin’ (These niggas lyin’)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (Woo)
Don’t pipe me up (Yeah)

[Chorus: Solo Lucci]
Woah, woah (Woah)
Talkin’ that shit is a no no (No)
All of my niggas on [?] (Woah)
And they be ready for war, so
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
This ain’t no hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas mobbin’ (No, no, no)
Don’t pipe me up (Hey)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up, hey (Hey, hey)
No hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (No, no)
Don’t pipe me up

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I been takin’ Miley Cyrus, yeah (Thugger)
Even when I’m not geeked up, bitch, I’m still ridin’ (Rrrr, rrrr)
All my niggas [?] that nigga down (Yeah)
Dressed in all black like I’m Batman, all my niggas ridin’ (Yeah)
Stack that cash and get yo’ niggas up the street (Swear)
I’m just in the ‘yo, but I still got a hunnid racks on me
I had a Cutlas tinted tints, you can’t see me (No seein’)
As you can see, I just made Stevie Wonder [?] (What?)
I’m standin’ on the mothafuckin’ block with a rock in my pants, yeah
I know some
[?] had dog food before Ralo (What?)
Back when we was tryna kill each other with hollows
Ooh, I wore Fubu before a coupe (Wh-what?)
I was taught to get [?] for your [?] (New [?])
I know some of my words are twisted ’cause these screws (You dig?)
Don’t forget I paid a hunnid racks for these, too (127)
If you play with my crew, all I’ma tell you is–

[Pre-Chorus: Solo Lucci]
(No, no, no, no, no) No hysiding (No hysiding)
Momma didn’t teach me nothin’ but surviving (Surviving)
These niggas be talkin’ that gangsta, but they lyin’ (These niggas lyin’)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (Woo)
Don’t pipe me up (Yeah)

[Chorus: Solo Lucci]
Woah, woah (Woah)
Talkin’ that shit is a no no (No)
All of my niggas on [?] (Woah)
And they be ready for war, so
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
This ain’t no hysiding (No hysiding)
And if I say the word, my niggas mobbin’ (No, no, no)
Don’t pipe me up (Hey)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up), hey
Don’t pipe me up (Don’t pipe me up)
Don’t pipe me up, hey (Hey)
No hysiding (No hysiding, no)
And if I say the word, my niggas ridin’ (No, no)
Don’t pipe me up

[Outro: Young Thug]
I got you, fool
Fuck is you thinkin’, nigga?
Yeah, real YSL shit, you know what I’m sayin’?
Yeah, my big 40 make sure all y’all stay shawty, bitch

Cuban Doll – Amazin Lyrics

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Let me do a rap bitch greezy
I’ll drop a bag make the shit real easy
Labels got ’em thinking they can be me
I was in the trap with my nigga yella beezy
Tell a nigga eat me, please me
Flexing on a bitch like my name is Nicki
I’ll walk a bitch like you walk a dog
I’ll never see my haters in the mall
Standing up in it, might be too tall
I dropped the shit got em pissed off
You little hoes can get pissed on
Got em all on my drip I’m the shit now
I been poppin shit hoe sit down
Ice all on my neck and my wrist now
I got that shit that’s gon make him go brazy
He wanna fuck with a bitch that’s amazing

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Hey, yeah the lil bitch amazing
Her tricks amazing she swallow and taste it
Hey, I got this bitch going crazy
Fuck till she lazy, skeet out my babies
I fuck this bitch on a daily
Nigga don’t play me better act swazee
Hey, I stay where the houses are gated
Nigga don’t play me I don’t got patience
Hey, Cuban Doll you a cutie doll
Come screw me doll, come do it
I like ya booty large, you a cutie doll
So come move it doll, that booty
Hey, I make her bust like an uzi
When I step in the club all the bad bitches choosing
I leave all these bitches clueless
I spent about 30k up on my toothfes

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Thumb through the cash every season
This shit ain’t hard cuz I make it look easy
Smoking biscotti I don’t want no diesel
Rack that shit up, do the shit for my people
We in New York toting them guns like they legal
We get em wacked and I don’t need a reason
Soon as I fuck pull my pants up I’m leaving
She keep her dick in her mouth like she teething
Hold up bitch I can do nothing basic
Pussy so wet it’s contagious
I left her dripping and shaking
Fucked her one time I can’t go on no dates
Diamonds they wet like a lake
I’m bout to cop me the crib with the pool and the gate
YSL lit and we having our way
I make it rain and they gone need a shovel
Can’t stand the rain need to bring an umbrella
I hit her earlier iced out her bezel
I’m not her pimp but she do what I tell her
Use to be broke, but I racked that shit up
Look at me now I done filled up my schedule
I cannot go nowhere with out the metal
Got bad bitches all on my line I got several

Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
I make it rain with big knots
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
You know this pussy amazing
Solid ass bitch, still drip drop
No lil boat got a big yacht
Ice on my wrist, like a broke arm
The money I make is amazing

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

My bitch finna leave ain’t no better man
At 18 I was posted up magic back then on my moms
They was calling me weatherman
Stay in through the day then head out around 10
And I’m working like letterman
Want my bitch nigga go head and get her then
You be luck if you could talk to her friend
Treat that bitch like a queen just to get in her spleen
I’m a dog, I’m a dick we the Taliban
Ain’t no checking the artist we walk in the spot
So most likely I’m toting the contraband
I’m lil mouse bitch I’m all about hella bands
Ak sit on my belt like the gilidan
Free my bros out of prison, 4 boats round his chest strapped
Look like the michellin man. Boat

G-Eazy – Big Ben Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Preme & G-Eazy]
Right here in the game, swear I’ma win
Fresh out the pen, ain’t going back there again
My baby mama no drama, said she don’t need me to spend
Told her just cop the car seat and I’ma buy you the Benz (Skrrt-skrrt)
Too real to pretend, this mod got me on ten
This a big boy clock, I call my watch Big Ben
Ya’ll fight for dollars and cents like y’all ain’t got no sense
Niggas killing to live, like would it kill you to live?
If you diss, get mopped, I clean up my shit
My lil’ bro got shot, I felt like I got hit
All my dogs brought sticks, told ’em I got this
Gotta take those risks, we abide by this
I got Danny Phantom and Sauce Boy on the drums, bitch
Come with it, smart nigga, but I’m dumb rich
Yeah, them niggas hatin’, but the bad bitches love this
Thug shit, I could fuck her slow and make her cum quick (Yeah)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Hit the studio, I came straight from the YSL fashion show
Word to Anthony Vaccarello, we skipped the after, though
I get this cash to flow, models asking, “Who has the blow?”
Uppers and downers, can’t tell if I’m moving fast or slow
She just took acid, just kicked in
Got the big face Rollie, call my watch Big Ben
Zero to sixty in three, this a big boy Benz
Black on black, I whipped the Batmobile, it must be him
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt
I’m killing ’em when I’m in my ‘Rari, feel like a hearse
My garage look like the Jay Leno lot, your feelings hurt
I threw her ten, she put some new plastic under her shirt, look
It’s just a gesture, you’re welcome, look, it’s my pleasure
Put a Birkin on her dresser, it’s like she discovered treasure
Plus the YSL clutch, really, it took no effort
I’m Curry in the clutch, look, I dominate under pressure, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben (Yeah)

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
My piece she put her tongue on, ain’t fucking ‘less the glove’s on
I’m stuck inside her head just like a love song, no doubt
Been one of the best out, your music got me stressed out
‘Cause they ain’t got no bars like they fresh out, big clout
Talk about the best, you got me fucked up if I’m left out
The only white boy in the world who could bring the west out
Girls at my shows on shoulders, she pulls her breasts out
On her boyfriend, he’s miserable, feeling left out
Last night we got high as shit, almost feel like I died a bit
I just fucked a stranger, I asked her name while she ride my dick
Rumors spreading quick, I tell her to chill and quiet it
Rock and roll stories I’ll save the rest for the biopic (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
Burning cash, wonder where it all goes
Money like the Chapos and Pablos
Paper six feet, fucking tall hoes
This watch don’t tick-tock, but it’s all froze

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Got the big face Rollie call my watch Big Ben
Call my watch Big Ben, call my watch Big Ben

Rich The Kid – That Way Lyrics

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[Intro]
Which way? Yeah, yeah
Diamonds, bow, woo (DJ Durel)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 1]
Flex up a jet, I’m on a pill, nah, for real
Money do a backflip, that way
Cuff a model, make her strip, that way
You can’t even talk to me
Count it up, blue cheese start callin’ me
Now my baby momma trippin’, keep stalkin’ me (What?)
In the trap, can’t sleep (Sleep)
[?] lean sippin’ (Lean)
Too much drugs in me (Too much drugs)
Rich Forever living (Rich)
Woke up countin’ a milli’
Now the Lamborghini off-white
I drop a six in a Sprite (A six)
Keep flexing, got the bands right (Flex)
Too high like a satellite (I’m high)
Gucci, I dropped fifty racks on a jet for nothin’ (What?)
Double CC, got her icey, boy, her boyfriend bustin’ (Bitch)
Yeah, look at her ear (Ayy)
Got a ho flexed up with a chandelier
Drink too much lean, no belvedere (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way

[Verse 2]
Wrist, ice cream
Pull up flexin’, any bitch gon’ fuck me
I’ma hit it if she lucky (Woo)
Old money, real dusty (Money)
Overseas countin’ foreign cash (Cash)
To the trap for another bag (Ha, ha)
Christian Loub’s, red bottom swag (Woo)
YSL on me [?] (What?)
Fuck them niggas ’cause they hatin’ (Hatin’)
Got the Lamborghini waitin’ (Yeah)
I was posted with my Haitians (Haitians)
Rich Forever, we done made it (Rich)
Fuck her, left the ho in Vegas (Woo)
Overseas for the paper (What?)
Money old like a Sega (Old money)
I was walkin’ with a [?]
[?], that way
Keep flexin’ ’cause I’m rich, that way
We doin’ a show for the 2K (Woo)
Still trappin’, got the plug on 3-way
Still juggin’, got the block hot
Run up on you with a new Glock
I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’, I flexed (Flex)
30K on a necklace (Woo, woo)

[Chorus]
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas (Skrrrt)
Hop on a jet, go that way (That way)
Magazine say I flex on the runway (Flex)
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way
I gotta flex for no reason (Flex)
[?] ’cause I need it (Brrr)
Drop a twinkie on my pinky (My pinky)
Fuck a model then I left her in Vegas
Hop on a jet, go that way (There)
Magazine say I flex on the runway
Don’t bite like a pit, that way
Oprah, I’m the shit, that way (Woo, woo)

Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Lil Yachty – We Outta Here! Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yah, yah, yah, yah (ugh), yah, yah (Ayy)
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Uh-huh), yah
Hoo, yah, gang, gang, gang, gang (Lil Boat)
Yah, uh, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bank roll look like- (roll)
Bank roll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes, they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig get it snatched (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Minding my own business
Flex big time, fitness (Ooh)
Gotta get rid of your witness (Skrrt, skrrt)
Young nigga handle my business (Ooh)
Front yard lookin’ like Forza (Forza)
Bad bitch lookin’ like Georgia (Ooh)
Hit from the back, she call it torture
I got them hips, hop, scorcher (Bih!)
Fuck her one time, now that bitch cannot let go
I’m with K Preme sparkin’ gats at the Safeco
Flip up the phone (Brr), Metro
Suck on my balls (Skeet), Petco
I’m like Capone with a chop
SK with a stock, need me a hundred round
They outta stock (Du-du)
I want your bitch, she just-
I’ma jump in it head first off the top (Hey)
These niggas mad that I’m rich (Fuck ’em)
F them, my bitch is my bitch
My wrist is my wrist (Yeah, yeah)
YSL robe when I go take a piss? (Bling)
Ice in my teeth, when I smile see the glitz (Bling, bling)
I got her pissed off, 21 hours drinkin’ Crystal (Skeet)
I’m ’bout to cut the Bentaygas (Skeet, skeet)
Park VIP at the playoffs (Lil Boat)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Yeah, Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso (Mhm)
Take it out, go loco (Yup)
Ice made bitches too nice (Too nice)
Bentley coupe like white rice (White rice)
Skrrt, he outta here (Gone)
Seven grand just for the Cartier (Yah)
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot
Probably is a-
And his outfit tragic (Hah)
Bankroll look like cabbage (Yuh)
Bankroll look like, roll
Bankroll look like cabbage (Uh)
Fuck these hoes they average
Uh!

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Ayy, I got the Glock in the bag
Ayy, I got the Glock with the du-du-du (Uh!)
I got the beam, it’s attached, ugh
Aim at your wig, get it snatched (Lambo)

[Verse 2: Young Nudy]
Yo, double OG
Big dog, young nigga parrot, I eat (yeah)
All them niggas, yeah, behind my back (Humble!)
Say the word, you know the niggas is wack, wax (Frizzy)
All these niggas rappin’ wax, wack (Yeah)
All that bullshit you’re sayin’, wack (Huh?)
You ain’t gangsta and you know that’s facts (What?)
I’m a real gangster, nigga, know that, yeah
Shoot a nigga straight in the head like a throwback
You know I turn your head ’til you throw back (Ba-ba-ba-bow!)
And I been kickin’ shit for a long time
Young nigga been gangsta from way back (Yeah)
Takin’ shit nigga from way back (Way back)
AK-47 for that (For that)
You don’t nigga wanna go down (Go down)
Yeah, your bitch wanna go down (Yeah)
Bring your bitches to the spot (The spot)
Trap spot, yeah, the block stay hot (Stay hot)
Big Glock, bitch, know it stay hot (Stay hot)
Go two guns deep, that’s for Pete (That’s for Pete)
Murder gang, bitch that’s me (Bitch, on Blood)
Double RP, yeah that me (Yeah)
And I’m ridin’ double R (Double R)
Bet your bitch see the star (See the-)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy]
Cuttin’ off my old ho (Old ho)
Catch it, just like Ocho (Ocho)
Loaded, just like Loso
Take it out, go loco (Yeah)
Ice made bitches too nice (Yeah)
Bentley coupe like white rice (Bentley coupe)
Skrrt, he outta here (Outta here)
Seven grand just for the Cartier
Yah, yah, yah
Got bitches like XO (XO)
I’m more dog, no Petco (Petco)
Boomin’ just like Metro (Metro)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend a maggot (Maggot)
Probably is a-

Lil Yachty – SaintLaurentYSL Lyrics

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
We don’t get no sleep ’til the mornin’
I whip my dick when she yawn
I’m on the tour bus, I’ve been tourin’
I think I’m gonna cop me a foreign
I want a white 488, yeah
I came off from sellin’ four 48s, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
I came off from scammin’ and swipin’
Steal from my neighbor, I’m triflin’
Finna go cop me a raptor
Ride that lil’ bitch like a bison
New Chanel boots, shawty look like she hikin’
I’m takin’ her likin’, y’all textin’, I’m pipin’
I feel like a viking, I’m all with the shits
Shotgun shell turn his head to grits

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Still duckin’ Feds ’cause I heard they lookin’ for me
Got a hundred Dracos in the hood, I run up, homie
Walk around with all this jewelry on, they will not take it from me
And them packs came from the West Coast, that’s how we get the monies

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
No cap, get ’em, got ’em, gone
Give a dog a bone
Young nigga, fly shit, thank God I’m on
Nigga respected, all good in all zones
I’m feelin’ the energy, even my enemy’s

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Lil Baby]
I did Saint Laurent when that shit was YSL (Lil Boat)
I’ve been runnin’ shit since I was the age of 12
Since a young nigga, been a hard-headed hot-head
Duck feds, lay low, they do what I say so
I’ve been gettin’ money since I learned how to walk for real
I see the haters throwin’ shots, but they just talkin’ still
I’ve done came, oh so far from when I used to walk and steal
13, 14 we was runnin’ ’round with them Glocks for real, poppin’ pills

Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yea
Yeah yeah yeah
Wheezybeats

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bae, ya dig
Oh yeah yeah
Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
Look at my pimp card, player yeah
These hoes will do you the baddest
If you find one bad bag
If you find a bad bitch then keep her
Foreign cars, they back in
Never pour no trash
Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
I told her to get whatever she want

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 2: Lil Duke]
Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
Count up that cash, I need that guap
Count up that cheese, I need a knot
She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
Imma, yeah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
Ya dig
Ya dig

Gunna – World Is Yours Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 1]
My foot on they neck, her pussy stay wet
Put nut on her breasts, Gunna triple X
Cough syrup back-to-back, I hardly get rest
I fucked her like Thugger, just want me some sex
I’m never sober, too much of this red
Designer my cover, I drip in the bed
Bring me a bundle, I need rubber bands (Need rubber bands)
I done blew cheese and I don’t want the ranch
I’m a rockstar, I play with these bands
Come watch me blow through these racks like a fan (Racks like a fan)
I just went got out, I’m back at it again
The two-door couple new, I’m still waitin’ on a tint (Yeah)
Rackades, I had to invest in a bag (Uh)
Live the good life, all my bitches is bad (My bitch bad)
Take the price up, watch how niggas get mad (Uh)
Biscotti Backwoods, stopped smokin’ the grass

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Verse 2]
These not G-STAR, coupe got On-Star (Uh)
Syrup make me slop, I sip that raw (Uh)
Life of a slime, I love somethin’ sharp (Slime)
Your girlfriend a dime, I might fuck her raw (Uh)
I lost my patience, I took that boy off
They think I’m racist, my white gon’ be Off
Your diamonds fugazi, don’t none of it cost
Whip that double R crazy, won’t do me like Ross (No)
Cherish my freedom, don’t live by the law
If my brothers get rich it’s gon’ be all my fault (Be all my fault)
Can speak for itself, so I barely can talk (Barely can talk)
My shirt match the belt and the belt match my drawers
I left ’em a trace, I drip when I walk
Busy as fuck, I can’t answer my calls (Answer my calls)
We livin’ up, no more shoppin’ in Ross (Nah)
Me and Wheezy way ’bout to fuck up the mall

[Chorus]
Ridin’ that horse like a foreign (Skrrt)
VS1 stone in my charms (Stone)
No weapon shall ever be formed (No)
Tattoos on my neck and my arms (Arms)
Got garments that’s never been worn (Nope)
Got the diamonds the same color orange (Orange)
YSL the gang, come and join us (YSL)
Stay down and the world gon’ be yours (Stay down)

[Outro]
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here
Wheezy outta here

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Permanent Scar Lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa Kenny

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got to the top of the mountain like a lion
I’m tryna see what the business
Came from the block and right now it’s that time
I made it out of the trenches
Never look back, I ain’t pressing rewind
Thank God for the way that I’m living
I never slipped off my pivot
And I can tell you how I did it

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars
I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Money calling everybody ’round me, way in Abu Dhabi eating fisheyes
Taking dimes at a seven store hotel, at the top the penthouse
Wine and dine on a big roof, we got monkey like a chimpanzee
The dogs with me, yeah Kenzu
I was fuckin’ gettin’ sucked up by a three nothin’ that’s been two
They was all tease, now they wouldn’t do
For me, know the whole crew
‘Cause they know we all players, no suits
YSL the slime, we not Saint Laurent
They don’t respect your mind when you born blood
Rented a Benzo, with a Maybach on the pillows
I put Balenciaga on my boxers, hands on the trigger

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Got a gangster bitch and she so uncut
That she don’t even speak English
Talkin’ ’bout money, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
We don’t speak the same language
My bank account got a large amount, two bad bitches in the Bentley truck
We don’t do no cappin’, my whole team havin’
I done figured out that’s why they envy us
I’m in a Sprinter van, you on a city bus
And when we talk threes, yeah, we glizzied up
No matter where I’m at, I’m throwing sixties up
We can’t do you track ’cause we ain’t real enough
All in first class, we finna live it up
On the way to the bag, I ain’t givin’ up
For a couple racks you gon’ give it up, yeah, hey
Hi-Tech with the Wockhardt, livin’ life like a rockstar

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars

[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pray for Reeboks and Versace
I upgraded from my Rosches
You set the bar and I top it
They can’t knock it, they know we the hottest
I collected way too many bodies
I think Thug gave me too many thousands
I pull up in that Benz with the highlands
I get lost in my house, you can’t find me
I’ma fuck her so good, now she can’t find no other
I done mastered this shit, I come straight from the gutter
I done mastered this shit so I’m used to shit
For a verse I got ten, gave it straight to my brother
Did a verse for a ten, gave it straight to my brother, yeah
I’ma say it like that, know you heard me, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
I came in with a cold heart, and I left as a popstar
I came in with the dopeboys, I came in with the rockstars
From the beginning I played my part, I left the game with permanent scars(permanent scars, permanent scars, permanent scars)

Young Thug – Scoliosis Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, drink this cum, bitch getting pumped (woo)
Black bitch, Keke Palmer (black bitch)
Yeah, pray for a lifetime when you bond us (SEX)
Yeah yeah, real slow when I pump her (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no sir)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I’ma dance, I was sexin yo’ mama (woo)
Nigga we smoked ’em, we don’t care ’bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, it’s a sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Wide body benz with a big nose
Amazon bitch was in some white toes (let’s go)
She got extravagant head, know that deepthroat (deepthroat)
YSL, I’m only ’bout that lingo
That’s the beauty of it, sell some then we split
Coupled with Owen kicks, feds wanna take a pic
I saw some beauty in yo’ bitch, I’m tryna screw my dick
Came in your main real quick, now my kids born rich (let’s go, let’s go)
Ride the foreign, whip built up with toilets
I ain’t bring no cash out the back, cuddle my wallet
We soft like cottonelle, pussy nigga silent
I kill you rat, you stand no care in my conscious

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large

[Verse 3: Lil Duke]
Tesla truck (truck), yeah, we young and rich don’t give a fuck (give no fuck)
Heckler Koch (Koch), four five shells, yeah they gon’ live for more
Can’t wife no thot (wife no thot), I just fuck ’em then I give ’em up (I give ’em up)
Ten bands on the fit, hoes they say I do too much (I do too much)
They diggin’ this shit like a grave (grave)
Can’t do nothing ‘less, I’m gettin’ paid (paid)
My bitches so stuck in they ways (in they ways)
Walk through the back of the bitch, it’s a maze (it’s a maze)
Condo by lane, it’s a mall in it
Ain’t no one nigga, we all win (we all win)
Beat up that pussy, get tall in (tall in)
Lambo so low gotta fall in (fall in)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Maserati coupe, sedan in the garage (skrrt)
[?] all white gold, I’m no fraud (yeah)
Scoliosis, pink face Rollies with the chart
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, livin’ large
High school, had a bomb in my [?]
Middle school, had that TEC in my locker (tec)
I ain’t had to run from the principal (no)
I did it because the principle

[Outro: Young Thug]
Rolls gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rolls gold, six by fours on the Tonka (yeah yeah)
Twelve colors on my clothes like a [?] (and what)
Twelve million to my hoe, she humongous (woo woo)

Saweetie – ANTI Freestyle lyrics

(feat. Yhung T.O.)

[Verse: Saweetie]
YSL clutch bag, boss niggas love that
My weave real long, do my squats so that ass fat
Love my attitude so he call me lil’ brat, brat
He love me long time
Cause his cash
Yeah I match that
Never took a L, lesson learned, and I bounced back
Tripping off a nigga, man for what? I just fall back
I don’t have the time to be giving out my time
Haters tryna dim my light, cause they know I’m ‘bout to shine
When they say I’m not hot, now you know you niggas lying
Tell your man get off my dick, he keep trying to hit my line
I don’t share niggas, I just spare niggas
The type that’s not for now, but you keep ‘em just incase nigga
I don’t tweet niggas, I deceive niggas
Tell ‘em face to face, carry on and proceed nigga
Been a real life, never been a make believe
And I’m sticking with my squad, to the top is where we be
New bitches tryna grab lunch, nah that ain’t for me
You ain’t starve with me nigga, so why be there when I eat
Moving mean with my team, in the crib is where we be
Yeah, you barely see us out, cause we plotting up our scheme
You might see us in the spring, taking spots, wait and see
If you ain’t rocking with us now, don’t expect to get a seat
Nigga!

[Pre-Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
Work two jobs and gets taxes
Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma
All she want is two things backshots and a backrub
And oh I, oh I
I’m that nigga that will do that
You know I can’t lie
Love the way that you move that
You know I, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips
Niggas know I keep two straps

[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I’m so anti, anti
Can’t trust these bitches no cannot, cannot, oh
And I, and I, always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no

Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Pray (feat. A$AP Ferg) lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp & A$AP Ferg]
Lil Purpp
Ayy
I play with your bitch clit like I play the guitar
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I’m in the coupe, I’m with a bitch, ceiling got stars
Nigga want beef, he could get smoke, like a cigar
I’m on TV, I’m on the boards, bitch, I’m a star
Pray for my nig, pray for a brick, free all my dogs
Fuck that lil’ bitch, she got back pain
My Fiji and diamonds the same thing
Scope on that bitch it got good aim
Choppa make a nigga do the rain dance
Feel like I’m Thug, all YSL tell by the smell
45 pints, all of it Wock, came through the mail

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Got your bitch on molly, I came with a shotty
And I came alone, but I left with your shawty
Designer, I fuck your bitch with a good timing
She take the dick like an assignment
Counting the green, it ain’t no salad
I know these niggas, they ain’t crying
Run up the check ’til my feet crying
And I blow bands in the weekend
Drippin’ the water, the deep end
Designer, I fuck your bitch with a good timing
She take the dick like an assignment
Counting the green, it ain’t no salad

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

DJ ESCO – Showed You Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
DJ EscoMoeCity
Yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 1: Future]
Pockets stretched out like I got a barrel on me
I’m so Pluto, out of reach, can’t come close to me
YSL, breathing air, boy I bleed with them
Gun smoke in the air
Blow that heat with them
All my life I been a hustler and I showed you
I got 10 whips outside and they showed you
I put a Rover in the pot and took it global
I get a whip [?] out come fully loaded
I got some money, bought medallions
That bitch so bad we call her stallion
Gotta put more zips inside the styrofoam
Fucked up your budget on one stone
You get so rich they try to treat you like a outsider
I ran it up, they try to find a way to criticize it
[?], juug and take it and I forgot about it
I became a legend in the streets there ain’t no spit around me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
And all my life I run it up nigga that’s my paper
Get the fuck up out my face before I violate you
All the pretty bitches love me I can not blame ’em
I would love me too but still I can not save ’em
I heard the niggas talking crazy, acting wild gangsta
I got some niggas right beside me that’ll violate ya
I got the .30 on me, tucked, I call that my baby
I only hit her up to bust, but still that’s my baby
And I’m like ooh I ain’t here to talk I came to fuck you
I know you just wanna have fun ooh
Well I got a plug with me, yeah
And I got a thug with me, yeah
And he got a drum on him like, ooh
Nigga wit a hoodie and a gun, ooh
I know you don’t wanna be the one, ooh
Oh it’s a dub for ’em, yeah
Put up a dub in ’em, yeah
Came out the mud on ’em, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Ran it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

[Verse 3: Dej Loaf]
Mm, let me hide your sulf mm
Know a nigga with a nose ring
Now we’re sitting in the nose bleeds
I showed you and you show me
It’s time to feed my whole team
If you’re starving you don’t know me
Take care of my mother, brother, all my nieces, aunties
To spend your cap, no cap, no Don C
I ain’t the type to call the police
He lick the pussy with the codeine
The only time I let him OD
Die for me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
All my life I showed you
Rand it up on you and showed you
Yeah I put ice on you, I glowed you
Yeah, your partner them get rolled too
I was taught to get that stick and go and bleed on them
Nigga came straight from the bottom now I got m&ms
And these niggas don’t want no smoke I see police and them dog
And all my life I’m supposed to show you and show you

DJ ESCO – No Slow Money Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Thugger, Jeffrey, Hendrixx, Wizard, ah
Dripset, dripset, dripset got the whole lit, wet, lit, wet, ooh
Slime, [?]

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Verse 1: Future]
I was just sittin’ in the Bentley (yeah)
I got some Monica Lewinsky (I got some Monica)
I’m goin’ crazy in Fendi (I’m goin’ crazy)
I cannot trap in the Hemi (I cannot trap)
I’m stickin’ the wheel like Remmy (I’m stickin’ the wheel)
I got more syrup than Denny’s (I got more syrup)
We hit the [?] with Lenux (we hit the [?])
Cookin’ the dope like a chemist
My brothers, ain’t none but some menace
Ain’t rob me a nigga in a minute
I’m a rock star, John Lennon
Got my doors up, no pretendin’
My Aventador ain’t rented
The big Lambo look extended
Racks on me, I admit it
Gold on me like Olympics
Diamond gold an Atlantic
Hottest nigga in the planet
Uzi on me and a cannon
Swangin’ through, panoramic
Got a call, major damage
Freed my dogs, more Xanax
YSL, hang with gang bangers
Hope them niggas understand me

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Shottas, let that shit hang like a rasta
Play with that bread and we toast you
I’m a big blood like my partner
We do not play with imposters
We don’t talk to ’em, we knock ’em off
And we gon’ kiss all your partners, yeah
We gon’ fuck over your roster, yeah
And I’m still screamin’ free Roscoe, yeah
She suck me up with a waffle, yeah
I beat it up like a boss do, yeah
Uh, don’t take it personal (no, no)
Double R, with the stars and the Wraith
Bentley trunk outside, right now

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Slurpin’ me up
Monica Lewinsky, ooh
Massacre, massacre (massacre)
Fuck who all in it (brrr)
I fuck with the robbers (I do)
I fuck with the shotters (I fuck with the shotters)
I broke on the red dogs
Took off and didn’t stop
Yo, money stand up through the roof
And point at that shit and say Ghost (Ghost)
I’ma slime ball ’em, I’ma kill ’em and give his momma my condolences (condolences)
Yeah, my drip gone stain like hot sauce (ooh)
No red gangs like narcos (ooh)
No slow money, no turt’ talk (no, no, turt’ talk)

[Outro: Future]
DJ Eskimo city