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Jae5 – Dimension Lyrics (feat. Skepta & Rema)

[Intro]
JAE5

[Chorus: Rema]
When the beat drops all the girls wanna sing along
Me ah go dey give them di vibe 'til the kingdom come
The place where I come from be another dimension
Nobody been look my face when I dey on my own
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I been on the road for a long time
Tryna get the bread so my family go survive
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Some of my bruddas dey, wey deh serve time
They wanna be free, they all wanna see the sunlight

[Verse 1: Skepta & Rema]
Man it's gettin' ugly, still I look for the beauty
Girls sellin' the coochie for the Gucci
All I see is good girls tryna show love
Same time all these groupies actin' bougie
I came in the game like, "Yo, excuse me"
Shout out my OG's and shout out my juvies
Get robbed for your carti, with the little Uzi
Bruddas shootin' clips like an action movie (On God)
And I know it seems stupid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
But bruddas ain't seen no love, they need cupid
Even though we're winnin', we still sinnin'
And this ain't gonna change overnight, it's deep-rooted (Oh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Flashbacks of dead bodies and gunshots
Last time I see my brudda's face was a mugshot
PTSD will leave permanent scars
Can't lie, man, I ain't the same brudda that I once was (Oh, ooh-woah)
[Chorus: Rema]
When the beat drops all the girls wanna sing along
Me ah go dey give them di vibe 'til the kingdom come
The place where I come from be another dimension
Nobody been look my face when I dey on my own
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I been on the road for a long time
Tryna get the bread so my family go survive
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Some of my bruddas dey, wey dey serve time
They wanna be free, they all wanna see the sunlight

[Verse 2: Skepta & Rema]
I was taught to listen to my elders
I can hear the yutes cry, I'm feelin' so helpless
Open up my third eye, I'm feelin' so selfless
It's the same old story, different occasion
Nigerian, Ghanaian, Jamaican
Ugandan, Congolese and the Bajan
You can be a star or you can end up a patient
Gotta mind how you step, blood on the pavement
Bad man, don't threaten me
You no fit kill, who done die before
Oh, Father forgive me, my sins
I reminisce all the things I've done
Oh, please put me under your wings
I sit and pray, make my mandem live long
'Cause many wan' quench the fire
Jah love gon' take us higher
[Chorus: Rema]
When the beat drops all the girls wanna sing along
Me ah go dey give them di vibe 'til the kingdom come (Ooh-ooh)
The place where I come from be another dimension
Nobody be look my face when I dey on my own
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I been on the road for a long time
Tryna get the bread so my family go survive
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Some of my bruddas dey, wey dey serve time
They wanna be free, they all wanna see the sunlight

[Post-Chorus: Rema]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
I been on the road for a long time
Tryna get the bread so my family go survive
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Some of my brothers dey, wey dey serve time
They wanna be free, they all wanna see the sunlight

[Outro: Rema]
Anytime I enter, call 911
Me I get the flow wey dey cause fire
Why they act so mean 'cause I'm rich and young
Watch me unchained while I watch you burn
No man can take my place
Forever and ever my [?], na, ah-ha
That's what I got to say to y'all
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

SpotEmGottem & Mulatto – Beat Box (Big Latto Mix) Lyrics

[Intro: Mulato]
Yeah, yeah, this shit exclusive
Big Latto

[Verse 1: Mulato]
I told ya I’m that bitch from the South, I knock a nigga socks off
I’m outside swinging sticks, I ain’t talkin’ top golf
I been killin’ features, I’m on everythin’ like hot sauce
So don’t act like I ain’t been that bitch since I popped off
Big chains hang around me, loitering, wifey bring, them pointers in (Ice)
Show ’em, the end of the road, I ain’t into turnin’ boys to men
Walk through, there’s forty bands, red bottoms like Toya man (Yeah)
Who cut a nigga off quicker than me? Shit, not even Lori can (On God)
Who she think she is? She don’t win big, so well, bitch, I did (I did)
Bitches ain’t on shit but dick, I’m pullin’ triggers, not no wigs (Yeah)
Latto that, Latto this (Ha), tryna figure out my biz (Yeah)
Tell the blogs when they speak on Latto, don’t forget the Big
Higher than them tree tops (Yeah), bitch thinkin’ she hot (What?)
AP scally bust down (Ice), long way from them G-Shocks
Your fave is a freak thot (On God), no walls, sheet rocks
Told you he don’t eat, but to this pussy he gon’ beatbox
Ha, on God
This shit just too motherfuckin’ easy
Big Latto, big money, big Balenciaga, big been takin’ everything motherfuckin’ big
I’m the biggest, ha

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, ridin’ with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherfuckin’ heat out
With another nigga bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I’m on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin’ ’round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can’t fuck wit’ her no more, that lil’ bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I’m thinking that’s something you need to know
I’m smooth and I’m cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin’ my song, I got her takin’ off her thong
I’m tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don’t make a wrong, it just go on and on
I’m kickin’ shit like Jackie Chan ’til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I’ma up this bitch regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin’ in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make ’em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot ’em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make ’em beat box

Reh Dogg – That Is Real Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah
One love
Yall should step out of the way
Real OG coming through
Here I go

(Verse)
Big Art from NC have no common sense yeah hell he has no damn sense
Put him on my label white dude think he can blow up overnight
Honestly he wasn’t bright smoke too much 420 no brains inside his head is empty
Damn he want to threaten me I’m pretty sure he don’t know me If he knew me he wouldn’t threaten me
I don’t think he knows what i got tell them niggas try and test he knows that he’s gonna die
Don’t ask God why cause you tried to test the OG and now you’re twenty feet under ya heard me

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Verse)
Yeah I keep to myself yo most times I chill by myself attack me I will defend myself
Tried to teach him how to do hard work but Big Art was just a jerk
Most of his songs laced with profanity he thought that made him better than me
Create your beats and see how you do B you just don’t even understand
Bet millions that you’d suck at it though he had no respect so i give you none in return
I’m serious I’m not playing Big Art in NC stay away If you knew what was good for you
Understand I’m warning you

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that

That is real

(Verse)
Big Art you have no common sense hell the nigga have no sense at all
Went to put him on my label white dude want to blow up overnight
Honestly has was not too bright smoke too much 420 in his brain is empty
He had the nerves to threaten me I’m pretty sure that this nigga didn’t know me
I don’t understand why he want to come at me like that he don’t know that it’s a known fact
I got my baseball bat and I don’t need that cause I fight him with my brains cause he don’t have any
He’s insane white dude smoke too much chill

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Verse)
Most times I stick to myself most times I chill by myself attack me I’ll defend myself
Tried to teach this nigga hard work Big Art you are just a jerk
Most times your lyrics were laced with profanity you thought that made you better than me
Create your own beats and shoot your own video yo

(Chorus) 2 times
You wanna hate me but you cannot hate me
Because I’m speaking reality and you know that
That is real

(Outro)
Yeah real talk you can’t compete at this level
You tried don’t give up though you’ll make it someday
Actually hell no I don’t think so
Ha ha ha ha ha

Djonga – HAT TRICK Lyrics (feat. Coyote Beatz)

[Letra de "HAT-TRICK" com Djonga]

[Verso 1]
Falo o que tem que ser dito
Pronto pra morrer de pé, pro meu filho não viver de joelho
Cê não sabe o que é acordar com a responsa
Que pros menor daqui eu sou espelho
É, cada vez mais objetivo
Pra que minhas irmãs deixem de ser objeto
E parece que liberaram o preconceito
Pelo menos antigamente esses cuzão era discreto, ó
Três anos, três grandes obras
E ninguém sabe o que tava pegando lá em casa
Então lave a boca pra falar de mim
O que me fez chorar, num foi a morte do Mufasa
Eu sou a volta por cima
Uma explosão em expansão igual o Big Bang
Eu sou um moleque igual esses outros moleque
Que a única diferença que não esquece de onde vem
Eu peço a bênção pra sair e pra chegar
Não canto de galo nem no meu terreiro
Honra com os adversários na luta
Porra, eu sou filho de São Jorge guerreiro
Mente fria, sangue quente
Paralisam do meu lado, choque térmico
Quando saí prometi que não voltava com menos que o mundo
Tá aí mãe, o que cê quer, pô?
[Refrão]
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Me considero assim, pois só ando entre reis e rainhas, rá rá
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Me considero assim porque…

[Verso 2]
Eu fiz geral enxergar em 3D
Deus, o diabo e Djonga, pô
Bitch, please, não rouba minha onda, ô
Que os mesmo 90 minutos
Não te faz suar igual quem joga e tem raça, hahaha
Da terra onde nada vira, um mano do nada vira
A maior referência de um jogo onde saber quem joga mais
Vale mais do que pôr comida no prato
Dinheiro é bom
Melhor ainda é se orgulhar de como tu conquistou ele (É)
Aquelas coisas, né, o que se aprende no caminho importa mais do que a chegada
Isso te faz seguir real, igual um filme de terror na direção de Jordan Peele
Aquelas coisa, né, quem vai com muita sede ao pote, tá sempre queimando largada
É pra nós ter autonomia, não compre corrente, abra um negócio
Parece que eu tô tirando, mas na real tô te chamando pra ser sócio
Pensa bem, tira seus irmão da lama, sua coroa larga o trampo
Ou tu vai ser mais um preto que passou a vida em branco?
[Refrão]
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô

Abram alas pro rei, ô
Me considero assim, pois só ando entre reis e rainhas, rá rá
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Abram alas pro rei, ô
Me considero assim, pois só ando entre reis e…

[Verso 3]
Lanço aqueles sons que você arrepia toda vez que ouve
Olha os playboy gritando que o Djonga é o mais OG
Poupe-me, poupe-me, é
Me desculpe aí
Mas não compro seu processo de embranquecimento de MC
Eu sigo falando o que vejo
Tem uns irmão que tá falando o que essa mídia quer ouvir
Alguns portais nem me citam, é que eu já ultrapassei, pô
Competições pra ganhar do bonde, não sejam tão trapaceiros
Perca pra um grande adversário, não pra sua incompetência
Um castelo de areia não suporta o tsunami
Ponha a mão na consciência
É, e dizem que união de preto é quadrilha, pra mim é tipo um santuário
Quem pensa diferente, sanatório
Se junta Brown e Negra Li temos um relicário
É, num é porque agora eu tô de tênis, mas a real é que deixei vários no chinelo
A real é que mostramo o que era bom pr'uma estrutura que tava sem critério, hey
[Ponte]
Nas favela do brasa é tudo nosso
Entre o bem e o mal é tudo nosso
E é tudo nosso, e é tudo nosso
E tem os irmão que é só negócio, hey
Fala que a voz dos preto é tudo nosso
Na paz ou na guerra, é, é tudo nosso
E é tudo nosso, e é tudo nosso
Quem tá contra tá mandado

[Saída]
O dedo, desde pequeno geral te aponta o dedo
No olhar da madame eu consigo sentir o medo
Cê cresce achando que é pior que eles
Irmão, quem te roubou te chama de ladrão desde cedo
Ladrão, então peguemos de volta o que nos foi tirado
Mano, ou você faz isso
Ou seria em vão o que os nossos ancestrais teriam sangrado
De onde eu vim quase todos dependem de mim
Todos temendo meu não, todos esperam meu sim
Do alto do morro, rezam pela minha vida
Do alto do prédio, pelo meu fim
Ladrão
No olhar de uma mãe eu consigo entender o que pega com o irmão
Tia, eu vou resolver seu problema
Eu faço isso da forma mais honesta
E ainda assim vão me chamar de ladrão
Ladrão

Check out first look at Shawn Ashmore as Lamplighter in The Boys season two

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Check out first look at Shawn Ashmore as Lamplighter in The Boys season two
August 10, 2020 by: Kevin Fraser

The second season of Amazon Prime's The Boys will debut early next month, bringing a fresh helping of gruesome superhero-fueled action. The new season will also feature one of cinema's original X-MEN as Shawn Ashmore (Iceman) is slated to play Lamplighter, a former superstar member of the Seven whose departure from the team led to Starlight replacing him in the very first episode.

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According to Amazon's character description, Lamplighter ties directly to the tragic history of the Boys as he was actually the reason they broke up years ago. So when he enters their lives once again, he dredges up painful memories, pokes at their raw nerves, and changes everything. You can check out a first look of Shawn Ashmore as Lamplighter below.

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"We were thrilled that Shawn — who is, let’s be honest, an OG superhero — wanted to play the crucial part of Lamplighter," showrunner Eric Kripke said in a statement. "He brings so much depth, menace, and world weary humanity to this former member of the Seven. And Shawn is a really good guy. We’re grateful to have him join our bloody little family." It's already been announced that Amazon has renewed The Boys for a third season.

The second season of The Boys will debut on Amazon Prime on September 4, 2020.

Source:
Amazon Prime Video

Chief Keef – You & Me (Thot Breaker Album)

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

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

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

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

Chief Keef – You & Me Lyrics

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

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

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

Snakehips – Right Now lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TLC – Way Back (Lyric Video)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

G Herbo – Something

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

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

TLC – Way Back (feat. Snoop Dogg)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Big Bank – 25 Squares (feat. Future)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take A Mic – Superstar (Boite Noire Album)

[Intro]
Wow, wow, wow, incroyable
Shabz, incroyable
Envoie (Shabz)

[Refrain] (x2)
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie de devenir une superstar

[Couplet 1]
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
Viens on s’barre de la te-boî, on fait ça dans l’noir
La concu’ c’est comme les ‘teilles, on les boit
Mes négros brillent, on les voit
OG enfermé, nique les lois
J’prends ton number et j’mets les voiles
Tu veux pisser l’sang ? Élève la voix
Ils le font mais ça rien à voir
Guette, je sais qu’tu nous imites
Fuck le rap jeu, négro j’deviens minimaliste
Fais la maille et les valises
Elle a liké, elle a follow, elle est maligne
J’crache ma rime, elle est magique
Des fois j’pense à la vie, elle est tragique
On est prêt pour l’avenir, met le tarif

[Pont]
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (validée)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais, ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (ouais, ouais)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (wow)
Ça c’est une bonne idée validée (envoie)

[Couplet 2]
Guette, j’passe sur mon compte en banque, j’ai envie de devenir un vendeur de C
Quand ça va cesser, tu vas v’nir sucer
Le succès c’est comme l’échiquier, faut savoir jouer
Sur mon son, il faut savoir bouger
J’ai découpé la prod’ comme un boucher
J’ai beaucoup de technique comme un gaucher
Meuf t’as de l’expérience, faut t’embaucher
Faire du blé jusqu’à l’AVC
De la drogue dure dans les WC
Change pas d’avis, fallait pas nous laisser
On rentre dans ta ville, toutes les gos sont pressées
Fait crier le son avec les vitres baissées

[Refrain] (x5)
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie d’devenir une superstar
J’passe sur ton compte Insta, j’ai envie de devenir une superstar

Young Dolph – So Fuk’em (Bulletproof Album)

[Verse 1]
Me and my lil’ bitch just fucked another bitch (what? Huh)
Me and my niggas just hit another lick (another lick)
I’m with the same gang that I started with (gang, gang)
It’s ’til death do us part, you little bitch (la familia)
I send all my side bitches to go buy all my choppas (woah)
Put my trap house in they name, they do it with no problem (woah)
Got a fine OG bitch, she still like to wear Prada (Prada)
38 years old and she look just like a model (she bad)
She kept it so real that I put her in a Drizzop (drop)
Yeah, that boy went corporate but he straight up off the Blizzock (block)
Meet me at the top, the realist advice I can give you is to never stop (ey, never)
They ask me for the key because I got this shit on lock (yeah)
Me and 40 bad bitches smokin’ on a yacht (it’s Dolph)
I’m programmed to get money everyday like a robot (it’s Dolph)
I know you think I’m fuckin’ with these bitches but I’m not (not)
Nah lil’ mama, I’m not

[Chorus]
Ever since a minor I been all about my business (straight up)
I might lie to you sometimes ’cause I care ’bout your feelings (sorry)
Nah, I don’t love her (nah)
Yeah, I prolly fucked her (yeah)
Nah, I don’t like her (nah)
Baby, I just one night her (ayy)
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
None of these niggas, I don’t trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, fuck ’em

[Verse 2]
If he ain’t hustler, fuck ’em (fuck ’em)
None of these niggas I don’t trust ’em (fuck ’em)
Done worked too hard out here
For you to run off here and fuck ’em (fuck ’em)
Fucking with this bad bitch one night and got in trouble (damn)
Flyin’ down the E-way on that codeine seein’ double (yeah)
I lie because I didn’t know her name bae, I just fucked her (sorry)
Fucked her one time in the the car, bae, that bitch don’t mean nothin’ (sorry)
Might pop up in yo hood and flood yo trap to flex my muscles (trap)
Drinkin’ promethazine and eatin’ crab, legs and oysters
That’s yo friend but he don’t wanna grow so leave him ‘lone (fuck ’em)
The only thing that he can do from there is bring you down (fuck ’em)
She your friend but that bitch mad you got a real nigga (fuck ’em)
All this shit that we been through and I’m still out here witcha, it’s Dolph

[Chorus]
Ever since a minor I been all about my business (straight up)
I might lie to you sometimes ’cause I care ’bout your feelings (sorry)
Nah, I don’t love her (nah)
Yeah, I prolly fucked her (yeah)
Nah, I don’t like her (nah)
Baby, I just one night her (ayy)
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
Fuck ’em, fuck ’em, fuck ’em
None of these niggas, I don’t trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em, trust ’em
Trust ’em, trust ’em, fuck ’em

MoneyBagg Yo – Yesterday (feat. Lil Durk)

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Gang…….Lets Get It!

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
I was starving in them MillCreek Apartments, shit got me heartless
Rent time, laying low I was dodging, I was having money problems
Sipping lean pouring up like a faucet, baby momma Trying to argue
Telling me how she hoping I don’t get farther, she can’t except that I’m popping
I came up they say i’m a target
Talking bout how they gone rob me
I keep them blue tips in my cartridge
A nigga try me then I’m popping
Yesterday hopped out a foreign and I couldn’t believe it
Took my backend and cashed out on a couple piece
Niggas be talking that shit need to tell them please (shhhh)
I might just shoot em and fly to another region
I got some niggas that’s locked away, I got niggas in a better place
I bust down a Rollie from 50k
I really did that shit yesterday
I been in these streets running with them gangstas, I ain’t just start this shit yesterday
OTF, CMG, Breadgang we got them feeling some type of way

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Ain’t get the [?] before last and It’s not cause of the cash
Hundred pounds of the gas, we took it the day before last
My homie got 39 years because he ain’t put on a mask
Because you snitch in the past, [?] get on yo ass
My baby momma told me Im a dead beat
Ops seen said he ain’t sparing me
Credit Card fraud money handy
Ain’t nobody here like Cary
20 years about going Cary
Bitch nigga I ain’t never scary
Im in the trendings I ain’t never scary
I counted 400g’s and the Glock was on me that was yesterday
And I’m addicted to lean and i be all in the streets that was yesterday
So niggas bet not play with me, OG be with me and shawty don’t hesistate
Pop me a perc and you meditate shawty [?] heaven gate

[Hook: Moneybagg Yo]
I was just starving in them apartments, that shit feel like yesterday
I was just going to sleep on some carpet, that shit feel like yesterday
I ran bands up and no I’m not sorry same feeling like yesterday
Niggas saying they gone rob, I heard the same shit yesterday. (x2)
I ain’t stun that shit

Azizi Gibson – High

[Verse 1]
It might be easy on the other side
Not here
Maybe you’ll understand some other time
Get real
You saw the streams when we expected life
Awful
Then ran away to a place we’ll never find
Oh you thought I would forget
Oh you thought I would forget
All of them lies that you spread to my friends
Now they all caught up
You said you was fine but you judging again
What should we call that?
Hands on the vibe but you turn on your kin
I see an error in your format
There is no way we can trust you again
Really after all that
All of them lies you told to my friends
We won’t forgive you for it
Cuz we was patient while you motherfuckers still ignored us
And we was tryna fight the system, you was begging for it
Everybody got together, we was ready for it
The government is going down in all kind of sorts
I’m here to tell you how it’s going down
We don’t want no violence just hear us out

[Interlude]

[Verse 2 x2]
Got me like "Good God!"
I can’t go, I let go
I’m a G, I’m a soldier
Got my trucks on the ground, I’m an OG
Funny, everybody used to judge me by the old me
Lord help me
Ha! I can’t see
But I know I’m about to be on TV
Cuz they understand that’s who were going be
Stop believing in your time
Stop depending on speed [?]
Lord help me!

NBA Youngboy – How i’m living Lyrics

[Intro]

This for that young nigga that’s posted on the block
This for that lil nigga that’s trynna make it to the top
(To the top, yeah)

[Verse 1]
And ima start this first verse off by saying R.I.P. Dave
Ima keep my dirty ways till they let D-dawg out the cage
Nawf side 38 triple ward where i play
Yall niggas running ’round I’m just trynna run the game
And i was always reckless nigga I was never tamed
Ima ride for my brother I know he would do the same
Load up with them cuttas ima make em feel my pain
Ima make these pussy bitches bleed for what yall did to Dave
And we done bought so many guns, bitch we strapped up like the NAVY
I got this bitch up on me for whoever try to play me
These niggas too petty bitch you need an education
They trynna rule B.R. bitch I’m trynna rule the nation
Stick you out yo shit, I’m the real 38 baby
I’m cruising to the top while you other niggas racing
You back i’m concentrated
I’m back and forward pacing, I’m steady meditating
I’m like fuck a nigga hating
They like ‘Youngboy, man you the sickest you the dumbest right now
They like ‘Youyngboy you bout to blow up you know you bout to get signed
Whole lotta OG’s on my place helped me stay on my grind
Buku hoes be on my top but I ain’t waisting my time

I’m the street’s hottest youngin I’m on fire
Straight to the top yeah you right but I won’t stop
Fuck whoever not in a minute know I won’t fold
I say I’m hot, I got the ticket niggas better realize it

Sean Leon – Salt Lake City (I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Or The Sins Of The Father) Album)

[Verse 1]
In Salt Lake City and we up right now
It’s just us right now
I ain’t give a fuck all my life, why would I give a fuck right now, yeah
I put all my feelings, my fears, my ideas in a blunt right now, yeah
Fuck her then leave her, then text her I need her, I’m stuck right now, yeah
OG so funky, got groove in the trunk right now
OG so funky, the car like a skunk right now
Bad bitch I might love forever, but I do not need the bitch
If this thing don’t last us forever, if this just an evening thing
Yeah, it was still real, still real

[Hook]
In Salt Lake City and we up right now, a-ha-ha
Salt Lake City and we up right now

[Verse 2]
Yeah, wake up feeling different, hmm
She done caught a bunch of feelings, but I don’t see that shit
They been telling you lies, but that shit so light, I don’t read that shit
No, no
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Um, yeah
They salty as fuck out here
You luck if you buck or you duck out here
I keep it above but will never change
But sometimes I feel like I’m stuck out here
Come up on your watch when you come outside
She call out my name when I come inside
I come from where ain’t nothing made a name
I made me a lane then I made me king
You know, man, I pray for the day I forgive niggas
I want them dead, man, I ain’t forget
They ain’t take a shot that I ain’t contest
They might take a shot but that shit direct
I know how it feel, man, you feel like you feel, man
I felt how you feel
Felt like a breakup sometimes, when you wake up, it’s hard to just get up sometimes
I mourn every morning
Look at my daughter
And sit with my daughter
Hailey Nirvana
Write all my wrongs and my rights when I write
I write so my karma don’t harm ya, yeah
Daddy got dough on the way, girl, I’m going away
Can’t help but hate how you pay for the sins of your father
Tattoo your name in my vein so you know it’s official
Pull out your sock from my pocket whenever I miss you
Daddy got dough on the way, girl, I’m going away
Yeah…

2 Chainz – Good Drank 2.0 (feat. Gucci Mane, Quavo & The Trap Choir)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Used to treat my mattress like the ATM, yeah
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent, yeah
Can’t forget that kush, I’m talking OG, yeah
Rest in peace to pop, he was an OG, alright now
285 I had that pack on me, uh
I cannot forget I had that strap on me, yeah
Rest in peace to my partner Doe
All we ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part, we playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late, we tryna to make an escape
Tryna make me a mil, so I’ma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave, so I’ma keep me a rake
So I’ma keep me a Wraith, my jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in a Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe, I put you back in your place
You know I look in your face, sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
2 Chainz!

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
Your trunk in the front
Well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money
Then check this out you’re poppin’ the trunk
Three mil in a month
But I just did three years on a bunk
Oh, you in a slump
I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Da Runt
What is your point?
Square with the stamp, fuck Kevin Durant
Lay on my trap
Play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane, call me the cat with the racks
I’m swervin’, but I’m in back of the ‘Bach
Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’, I pay a bird for that
He nervous, I ain’t got no word for that
He hurt and want all of his purses back
He mixing the syrup with the Percocets
She perfect and she got perky breasts
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year, I’m from Bouldercrest
You snitch of the year cause you told the best

[Hook: The Trap Choir]
Good drank, big knots
Good stuff, I put a four on the rocks (lean!)
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said that molly give her thizz face
Put the thing in her rib cage
Whips out, Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies, no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
And your girl, tell her come here

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Favorite rapper, that’s 3K
Yeah sir that’s my DJ
Mike Dean on the piano
Put the work on the E-way
Guwop right next to me
So you know Bouldercrest with me
Man it’s hard for you to mess with me
So you’re looking at the best really
Diamonds dancing like Bentley
Might leave in a Bentley
Kinda hard to get with me
Can’t believe it like Ripley
Pretty girls like trap music
Man I used to want a condo
Started off in the basement
Ended up on the top floor
Yeah, you listening to the top flow
Now you looking at the top tier
From grams to the Grammys
Told y’all it was our year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Told y’all it was my year
Man you looking at the evidence
Yeah God, that’s my president
Hell nah, I don’t hesitate
I ain’t met a girl can curve me
Let a motherfucker set it straight, for real

Roc Marciano – Already (Rosebudd’s Revenge Album)

[Verse 1]
Titanium timepiece, dimepiece between the sheets with body heat
Maserati’s not leased
Cock the pump shottie, it make your body leak
Not your main hottie, she kinda knock-kneed
Mahogany woodgrain all in the five speed
Silk lay on me, pray for me
8 million stories in the naked city
The humidity it made the titties oil
Skin is salty, it’s sultry, can’t fault me
For all this ice on me I’m tryna stay frosty
Smokin’ lah out in Bogotá
The focus, niggas lookin’ like smokers in the eyes
You poked and left immobilized where the vultures fly
I’m bout to cop a home in Oceanside
Sky Dweller’s frozen in time, my mind’s a goldmine
You washed and left to dry on the clothesline
Hoes on your vines look like Kanye clothing line
Bring you closer to God, caught you laying low out in Omaha
Oh my god
Don’t start me [?]
Omar scar [?]
Send your family a nice postcard

[Chorus]
Pimpstead (already), get the bag (already)
New whips (already), all my hoes (already)
See my team (already), I been a G (already)
Light the weed (already), nigga we (already)
Yeah nigga (already, already)
How the fuck we get down boy (we already, already)

[Verse 2]
Kiss the ring, million dollar ding-a-ling swing
I’m just gettin’ back in the swing of things
My jeans fit me like Springsteen
Bring M16s I might need a spring cleaned
I’m tryna hear these niggas sneakers squeak
Think it’s sweet get your street sweeped
Sweep you off your feet, that’s off GP
Squeeze three at your Bentley GT
With the drum my queen Sheila E
The whips ceiling-free, rip the brick up like cream of wheat
We the team to beat
The fans demand new work, but I’m a man of few words
Your tool don’t burst if so then who heard, your view’s blurred
I couldn’t speak, the OG said chew your food first
Spoon was burnt, my shoes is worth an MF DOOM verse
Niggas they claim they ain’t rappers doin’ all the rappin’ (how that work?)
Niggas sayin’ they got cash and I’m saying they catfish
Ain’t none of that shit off Saks Fifth
No respectable establishment carries this
Save yourself the embarrassment, you shallow
When it comes to this apparel, you not parallel
You still in my shadow, ho nigga stealin’ my swag though
Now I know just how Satchmo felt

Warm Brew – I Swear (feat. Buddy)

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 1: Ray Wright]
Like what the fuck I got to lie for?
House parties, bad shorties, dodgin’ 5-0
Three young brothers bout to get richer than Lionel
Give a fuck if I was late I’m right on time and doin’ fine hoe
Now watch me make this Blackwood disappear
OG aroma make a lil bitch drop her rear
It seem my game keep elevating every year
Known to make the spot jump as if it wasn’t clear

[Verse 2: Serk]
It ain’t never gon’ stop like a candy 64 realest on the block
Round the clock we gon’ always be dope
Hock a loogey of some true player game
Woman flockin’ way they move say thangs
Hipaholic let it loose baby
I’m a product of my zoo LA
From nigga June to May

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 3: Manu Li]
Now looky here looky here I got lunch money
Sittin’ clean we ain’t fuckin’ wit them dust bunnies
Pennies in my hush puppies nigga what’s bummy
I campaign with the damn thang
I came here for the beer stayed her for the champagne
And some whiskey that’s for J strange and the dead homies
Its gettin’ hotter every year
I say every year niggas droppin’ like flies I’m just happy that I’m here
There’s a reason why I’m here i make yo life sound tight
You can fake it till you make it but its not my hype
Cause laid back and I kick facts
Havin’ fun makin’ money off of all these tracks foooo!

[Buddy]
More poppin’, more shoppin’, more coppin’
Show rockin’, crowd surfin’, don’t drop me
4 X

[Ray Wright]
Cause we ain’t come all this way to turn around
The game it need us more than ever right now
My people travel miles n miles to hear the sound
N see the way that Westside Warm brew Lay it down….

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

2 Chainz – Good Drank (feat. Gucci Mane) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM
Bond number 9 that’s my favorite scent
Can’t forget the kush I’m talking OG
Rest in peace to pop he was an OG
Oh yeah, 285 I had that pack on me
Uh, I can not forget I had that strap on me
Yeah, rest in peace to my nigga Doe
All he ever want to do was ball
That was the easy part
We playing that Weezy hard
We sit in the kitchen late
We tryna to make an escape
Trying to make me a mil
So I’mma keep me a plate
I told ’em shawty can leave
So I’mma keep me a rake
So I’mma keep me a Wraith
My jewelry look like a lake
Today I’m in the Maybach
And that car came with some drapes
You know I look like a safe
I put you back in your place
I look you right in your face
Sing to your bitch like I’m Drake
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like André
Need a girl call her, come through
Your trunk in the front well check this out my top in the trunk
You play with my money then check this out your pop in the trunk
Three mil in a month but I just did three years on a bunk
Oh you in a slump I’m headed to Oakland like Kevin Durant
What is your point, square with the stamp, for Kevin Durant
Lay on my trap, play with my cap and I’ll knock off your hat
I’m taking the cheese and killing the rats
Gucci Mane call me the cat with the rat
I’m swervin’ but I’m in back of the back
I’m Persian, man I got hoes from Iraq
I’m servin’ I pay a bird for that
He nervous I ain’t got no word for that
He heard and want all of his purses back
He mixing the seal with the percocets
She perfect and she got perky breast
I just want some of that turkey neck
Trapper of the year I’m from Boulder Crest
You snitch of the year ’cause you told the best
Good drank, big knots
Good drugs, I put a four on the rocks
Drop top, no hot box
12 tried to pull me over, pink slips to the cops
She said the molly give her thizz face
Put the dick in her rib cage
Whips out Kunta Kinte
Diamonds clear like Bombay
Take your babies no Harambe
Play with keys like Doc Dre
3K like Andre
Need a girl call her, come through
Aye Mike Dean
This shit hard as fuck bruh
You a living legend I appreciate that
Aye Guwop I’m glad you home cuz
Quavo, you already know man
You got next on these niggas double salute man
True shit
2 Chainz
Hair Weave Killer
Daniel Son Necklace Don
Chapo Jr

French Montana – Hold Up (feat. Migos & Chris Brown)

[Intro]
I ain’t never gonna come through when you niggas call, I’ma come through when I want! Hol’ up!

[Hook: French Montana & (Quavo)]
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up, hol’ up
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up
I ain’t rushin’ with the work
I’m comin’ with the work any time that I wanna
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Comin’ when I wanna

[Post-Hook: French Montana]
Knicks game, floor seat right next to Spike
I throw two lines on a 20 ounce Sprite

[Verse 1: French Montana & (Quavo)]
For my nerves, I’m pourin’ up
Knees in the water
Some freaks in the foreign
In the V like the quarter (Hol’ up)
Mixin’ that Ciroc, bad bitches all night (Hol’ up)
I don’t care what they doin’, man, I’m doin’ what I like
Hol’ up, hol’ up (Hol’ up)
From the bottom, feelin’ mad
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Where them niggas at when we started from bottom?
Wait a minute, wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, crib got the elevators in it
Wait a minute, now I’m buyin’ hotels

[Hook: French Montana & (Quavo)]
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up, hol’ up
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up (Hol’ up)
I ain’t rushin’ with the work
I’m comin’ with the work any time that I wanna
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Comin’ when I wanna

[Post-Hook: French Montana]
Knicks game, floor seat right next to Spike
I throw two lines on a 20 ounce Sprite

[Verse 2: Quavo]
(Quavo)
When I pull out the chopper, every nigga on sight (Hol’ up, rahh)
In the trap catchin’ plays, OG, Jerry Rice (OG)
When you a millionaire, you do not care ’bout the price (M&Ms)
You play with my money, know niggas will come take your life

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Baby, that pussy too crazy, put me to sleep like a baby
I like to smoke with Jamaicans
Sak pase to all my Haitians
Pussy be tight with the Asians
I like Malaysians, I like to fuck
I like to get it, eat that pussy up
I know that she get excited when I get inside it
Ride my pony, giddy up

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Lil’ bitch don’t know me, need to hold up
If you got the cookies, you need to roll up
Double cup, I’m sippin’ on purple, not Minnesota
Diamonds on my neck, I’m sick, I done caught ebola
My niggas from the bando trappin’ off a Motorola
Dabbin’ on these bitches, when they see me call me Casanova
Don’t mention that when I’m pourin’ a soda
Keep the pocket rocket for the cobras tryna take it over
(Takeoff)

[Hook: French Montana & (Quavo)]
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up, hol’ up
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up (Hol’ up)
I ain’t rushin’ with the work
I’m comin’ with the work any time that I wanna
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Comin’ when I wanna

[Post-Hook: French Montana]
Knicks game, floor seat right next to Spike
I throw two lines on a 20 ounce Sprite

[Hook: French Montana & (Quavo)]
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up, hol’ up
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up (Hol’ up)
I ain’t rushin’ with the work
I’m comin’ with the work any time that I wanna
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Tell ’em niggas hol’ up
Wai- wait a minute
Wait a minute (Hol’ up)
Comin’ when I wanna

[Post-Hook: French Montana]
Knicks game, floor seat right next to Spike
I throw two lines on a 20 ounce Sprite

Nav – Brown Boy (The Introduction Album)

She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest

[Hook] (x2)
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me what’s the business

[Verse 1]
I’m not the type of brown boy you take home to your daddy
I’m the type you call when you wanna smoke a fatty
I’m the type that got the killers on speed dial
If you diss me in the mall i’m shuttin’ shit down
I’m about to steal another brown boy’s bitch now
I’m leavin’ from the rexs and i’m going to B-Town
It’s like i’m born in Texas the way i’m drinkin’ lean now
She think i’m crazy pop a molly i can’t sit down
All of the bitches who diss me you ain’t doin’ shit now
All of the niggas who ridin’ man they turn to snitch now
All of my niggas they killers they won’t pass on a lick
We never fold, never throwed, don’t fight over a bitch
And if you diss me on the road they might empty the clip
Just like future fuck around you tryna dodge bullets
You say they wanna rob me tell them try to pull it
I show your bitch the D and she know where to put it

[Hook] (x4)
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me what’s the business

[Verse 2]
Say she scared i’m gonna change when i get money
Say she scared and she don’t like who i’m becoming
Shawty movin’ insecure and it’s a turn off
Rollin’ up i gotta lot of stress to burn off
There’s not a lot of OG’s that i can learn off
They’re tryna help but really wishin’ i would fall off

(I’m leaving from the Rexs and i’m going to B-Town) (x2)

[Hook] (x2)
She never met a brown boy hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys and she say i’m the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy tell me that’s the business

The Weeknd – Reminder

Recommend play my song on the radio
You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I sweat too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let her go
If it ain’t XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking ’bout a face coming off a bag a blow
I’m like goddamn bitch I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn bitch I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these RnB niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick she go low mane

You know man, you know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Said Im just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I’m mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I’mma keep on singing while I’m burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Wrap a chain around they neck, making sure I’m getting home
When I travel ’round the globe, make a couple mil a show
And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my shit straight
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we’ll sweat it out
Hotel bedsprings we’ll wear it out
I ain’t gotta tell you cause

You know man, you know man
You know man, you know man
Everytime we try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know man (pow! pow!), you know man

Why don’t you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don’t you break nothing, break nothing
Big girl won’t you work something, work something
For the Don, don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing
Big girl won’t you shake something, shake something
For the Don, don’t you break nothing, break nothing
Baby girl won’t you work something, work something
For the Don, don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing

Cause you know man, they know me
You ain’t know man, now you know me

Future – Might As Well (Future Album)

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 1]
They got our streets, tried to tell ya (bitch)
It’s already been done (I got it)
Ammunition overflowin’ (I got it)
Tears fillin’ up a pond (woo)
AC blowin’ like it’s snowin’ (let’s get it)
I know I’m bliss, I speak in tongues (you bet it)
My words touch a nigga soul
They get you through it, overcome
I ride the boats in the ocean
I whipped the car, it was stolen
I got the stars on the ceiling
I got my charge acquitted
I was the one got evicted, yeah
Living with the pink slip
Now I’m ridin’ with the pink slip
I done swam with the sharks
Nigga came from the deep end
You will never know what I was in
Times are getting rough, we still get in
I was selling crack when Snoop dropped “Juice and Gin” (yah yah)
Run a one room shack with a million in the den (fact)

[Hook]
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 2]
Workaholic
A few supermodels color
Ain’t gonna expose ya
Can’t say I ain’t think about it (fact)
(Can’t say I ain’t think about it)
Pink diamonds, no blinking
Niggas got no dripping
Started off on a mission
I got real niggas still crippin’
Child support gettin’ heavy
It’s hard not to get offended
Oh, you maxin’ out your credit card?
Like it wasn’t hard for me
I just bought a new Bugatti for you

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go and blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs and I record it
Conversate and I absorb it (I got it)
Theodore, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Bridge]
Lived in it all
Gotta take a trip and go ball (I gotta take a trip)
Packin’ no luggage, when I get down, buy the mall
Get down, buy the mall
Ain’t packin’ no luggage, when I get down, buy the mall

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)

Reminder – The Weeknd lyrics

Lyrics The Weeknd – Reminder

Recommend play my song on the radio
You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
And I swear too much on the regular
We gone let them hits fly, we gone let her go
If it ain’t XO then it gotta go
I just won a new award for a kids show
Talking ’bout a face numbing off a bag of blow
I’m like, goddamn, b*tch, I am not a Teen Choice
Goddamn, b*tch, I am not a bleach boy
Whip game, make a nigga understand though
Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
All my niggas blew up like a propane
All these R&B niggas be so lame
Got a sweet Asian chick, she go Lo Mein.(reminder)

You know me, you know man, you know me
Every time we try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know me (pow! pow!), you know me.

Said I’m just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
Faded off a double cup, I’m mixing up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit
Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
I’mma keep on singing while I’m burning up that OG
All my niggas get it they make money all alone
Rock a chain around they neck, making sure I’m getting home
When I travel ’round the globe, make a couple mil’ a show
And I come back to my city, I f*ck every girl I know
Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
Now my shit straight versuuri-lyrics.info
Eating all day, tryna lose weight
That good sex, we’ll sweat it out
Hotel bed springs, we’ll wear it out
I ain’t gotta tell you ’cause.

You know me, you know me
You know man, you know me
Every time we try to forget who I am
I’ll be right there to remind you again
You know me (pow! pow!), you know me.

Why don’t you shake some, shake somethin’
For the Don? Don’t you break nothin’, break nothin’
Baby girl, won’t you work some, work somethin’
For the Don? Don’t you hurt nothin’, hurt nothin’
Big girl, won’t you shake some, shake somethin’
For the Don? Don’t you break nothin’, break nothin’
Baby girl, won’t you work some, work somethin’
For the Don? don’t you hurt nothin’, hurt nothin’.

‘Cause you know me, they know me
You ain’t know me, yet you know meee.(reminder)
The Weeknd lyrics
Video The Weeknd

IamSu! – Poppin’ Bands Lyrics

Yeah
Trippy nigggas
Yeah
Oh

Heartbreakers we back
Hoe niggas be quite
Pull up in that lab
Can’t keep up if you tried
Evrything is thata dope
I heard thatchu might die

All my homies gone ride
All my niggas gone fire
Like chicken at popeyes
Won’t recognise my grind
But recognise my mind
They blowin up my line
#Im holdin down my section
I represent my side
M shoestrings untied
With peanut butter inside
Uh
Trippy
Comin straight up ot of Rich City
Im drunk off that remmy
My goals are like pennys
My flow retarded like Jimmy
Tell them haters come get me
I had 9 shots, more like 50

Hook
My bands all on me
My whole city on me
We top floor,OG
Flatscreens in my suite
We goin al night long
My hoe carry me on
Got money al in my pocket
Got money callign mey phone

X5
Im poppin bands
Poppin bands rubber bands
Poppin, poppin, rubber bands

On me , i got a thrity bands on me
I been poppin zans and rubber bands
Til the bottles on E
I ain’t sippin on no lean, but im rollin OG
Yellowbones and wellow cones
No yellow stones on me
Rollin (rollin)
Through the city
1-50 in my duffle bag
Drop a 50 piece off
Count a 100 grams
(cash)
Im blowing cash
All m girls look extra fast
S class, best grass
You see this big cloud , when i press the gas
Im out (Out,out)
I make 2 mill in the south
I got famous in the drought
Yeah im turning bitches out
Burn , go
Im the man with all this weed
I ain’t play n games I got crazy bands on me
Im poppi bands

Hook

Future – Might As Well lyrics

So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go out ‘n blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs not record it
Conversate, now absorb it (I got it)
Be a door, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 1]
They got our streets, tried to tell ya (bitch)
It’s already been done (I got it)
Ammunition over flowin
Tears fillin’ up her pun
Now you sea blowin’ like it’s snowin (let’s get it)
I know I’m bliss, I speak in tongues (you bet it)
My words touch a nigga soul
They get you through it, overcome
I Ride the boats in the ocean
I whipped the car, it was stolen
I got the stars on the ceiling
I got my charge acquitted
I was the one got evicted
Living with the pink slip, riding ‘round with the pink slip
I done swam with the sharks
Nigga came from the deep end
You will never know what I was in
Times are getting rough we still get in
I was selling crack when Snoop dropped “Juice and Gin” (yah yah)
Run a one room shack with a million in the den (fact)

[Hook]
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go out ‘n blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs not record it
Conversate, now absorb it (I got it)
Be a door, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Verse 2]
Workaholic
A few supermodels color
Ain’t gonna expose ya
Can’t say I think about it (fact)
(Can’t say I think about it)
Pink diamonds, no blinking
[?] no dripping
Started off on a mission
I got real niggas still cripplin’
Child support getting heavy
It’s hard not to get offended
Oh, you maxing out your credit card?
Like it wasn’t hard for me
I just bought a new Bugatti for you

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)
Racks bustin’ out of niggas’ jeans (fuck)
Might as well go out ‘n blow it (fact)
Smoke the loud like nicotine (smoke)
Talk drugs not record it
Conversate, now absorb it (I got it)
Be a door, no informant
Percocets got me goin’
OG, coughing up a lung

[Bridge]
Lived in it all
Gotta take a trip and go ball (I gotta take a trip)
Packin’ the luggage I’m gonna get down by tomorrow
Get down by tomorrow
And packin’ the luggage so I get down by tomorrow

[Hook]
So I ain’t have to scheme
Rawest diamonds on my team (bet)
Raw diamonds on lean (hey)
I took off just like a rocket (I’m gone)
Olajuwon, Hakeem
Either way it goes
We buyin’ out the stores (for real)
We ain’t never runnin’ out of lean, (never)
Might as well go on ‘n pour it (pour)

Boosie Badazz – Crabs in the Bucket Lyrics

[Intro]
I want to thank god for getting me out the bucket…
The grind life…
Yall crabs in a bucket
The grind life
This ain’t swimming pool nigga
We thugging

[Verse 1]
Marcus momma smoke crack and his daddy was a pusher
His cousin on for busting mother fuckers like a russian
Cory momma crazy, him and Tony got nothing
As long as Cory got food, him and Tony got something
His uncle name Wayne, he smoking crack with my uncle
Hit heavy in the cane, selling crack to my uncle
Suge momma died man he was only 5
His cousin robbed a trailer, gave that boy only 45
They gave that boy 45

[Hook]
We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
The grind life
If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
Grind life

[Verse 2]
Head buster was my thug nigga
Daddy was a smoker
Put it on ya quick, nigga crazy like the joker
My nigga fired things whole family straight thugging
His big brother my big brother
He best friends with my cousin
All of us was crabs in the bucket
Directions from the OG’s
Like Ya lil nigga bust it
Kevin was a thug, his momma could tell him nothing
6 at the top and the bottom he was thugging
No time to play the cops and the robbers we was hustling
Big boy done lost his momma and big Chris like my cousin
We all came from nothing, we clutchin and we bustin
Another cross breed
Go to your head and try for Brohnson
That’s the blood of a gangsta

[Hook]
We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
The grind life
If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
Grind life

[Verse 3]
Fresh was a hard head since he was young
Paula use to try to tell us change cuz we was young
But still we was some hard heads
On the hill coming
They stood over my boy (mike boy) with a pump
My momma was a teacher and my daddy was a sniffer
His brother up in hunts
And his son on that river
I was on that river like the crabs in the bucket
Nothing but killers around me on the yard with them pokers
Far from broke niggas we was young dope dealers
All my childhood friends got somebody up the road
We put it in our hand, guarantee to smoke niggas
All my childhood friends, all of us sell snow
All of us sell dope

[Hook]
We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
Thug life
If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
If we make it out that bucket
We was crabs in the bucket and if we make it out we lucky but we thugging
I hop you make it out the bucket
If we make it out we lucky but we crabs in the bucket and fuck it
I hope you make it out that bucket

[Outro]