Tag: AK

[Child:] Why you by the window?, what’s wrong daddy?

[Mother:] I know what’s wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He’s just stand by the goddamn window
with that fuckin’ AK all day
You don’t work, you don’t fuck, you don’t,
you don’t do a goddamn thing

I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the- corner, anyday
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin and strivin, my destiny’s to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy
Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can’t help me
Got me stressin’ with my pistol in my sheets, it ain’t healthy
Am I paranoid? – Tell me the truth
I’m out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of endo and my mind can’t take the stress,
I’m out of breath
Make me wanna kill my damn self,
but I see death around the corner

[Chorus]

(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)

I see death around the corner,
the pressure’s getting to me
I no longer trust my homies,
them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed,
got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest,
under my clothes when I dress
Here’s hopin I die the way I lived,
straight thuggin’
Huggin’ my trigger for all them niggas
who was buggin’
My homie told me once,
don’t you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
but they phony motherfuckers
And even if I did die young, who cares
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
I got homies in my head
who done passed away screamin, please
Young nigga, make Gs
I can’t give up, although I’m hopeless,
I think my mind’s gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner

[Chorus]

I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin’ liquor out my momma’s titty
And smokin’ weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til’ you out cold
And tho’ i’m gone now, nigga it’s still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain’t sharp and heartless,
them bitches will start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin’ now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner

[Chorus]

This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there
I know you ain’t scared to die
We all gotta go, ya know ?
A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business
Y’all niggas stop acting like pussies out there,
all right

[Movie bites]

I’m tired off getting ripped off by guys like that

I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head

I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead
I want him dead, I don’t care

[Chorus]
Seize the parking lot its Mayday(day,day)
Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)
Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)
Fuck these niggas cause they super, super fake (fake)
Kick it with your bitch like I’m Liu Kang
[?]
I’mma count this counter like stil, still, stee, stee!
Man i swear the system tryna milk me!

[Verse 1]
New two seater, new leather
New Beretta, new count, a new medal
New leather, new hoes, new money
New house, two levels!
New bag, new me
Patch on my pants it’s a B
That remedy, best believe
I’m really high, ain’t no catching me
Hair long, money long
Bitches like to smell my cologne
They get footlonged, fucked on
"Bitch, bye" sent home, fuck on
"Calm down, fucks wrong?
Stop calling my motherfucking phone!"
Move on, let alone, you be running round
Getting fucked on

[Chorus]
Seize the parking lot its Mayday(day,day)
Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)
Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)
Fuck these niggas cause they super, super fake (fake)
Kick it with your bitch like I’m Liu Kang
[?]
?
Man i swear the system tryna milk me!

[Verse 2]
The mud tryna kill, kill me
Got thot face down on some silk, silk sheets
The jury tryna stick my lawyer "Help, help me"
These fucking cops tryna jail, jail me!
Man you gotta understand yea, yea
I own stacks and ride with Benz yea, yea
Detain dinero, had to, yea, yea, yea
I throw it in a Louie bag yea, yea, yea

[Chorus]
Seize the parking lot its Mayday(day,day)
Folk nem riding with my AK, (AK, AK)
Bullets coming out like hair spray (spray, spray)
Fuck these niggas cause they super, super fake (fake)
Kicking with your bitch like I’m Liu Kang
?
?
Man i swear the system tryna milk me!

[Couplet 1 – Rachton]

Il vendait de la drogue
Il allait plus à l’école
Rachid veut faire des sous
Quitte à finir en taule
Rachid veut des lovés
Dans sa vie veut innover
Rouler en Range Rover
Parler le langage revolver
XXx jardin revé
Personne pour le sauver
Et la BAC le contrôle à chaque fois qu’il s’met en survet
Y a de quoi en devenir fou
Perdu dans la foule
Il prépare un gros coup
Rachid n’en na plus rien a foutre
En plus il attend un gosse
Rachid veut pas l’dossier
Il dit qu’il a trop causé
Maintenant veut être le boss

[ Pont ]
Il vendait de la drogue
Il allait plus a l’école
Rachid veut faire des sous
Quitte à finir en taule

[Refrain – Sky]

J’ai commencé sur le pavé
J’avais pas un euro en poche
Ma belle dit pas que j’ai de la veine
Où t’étais quand j’étais en taule ?
La juge m’a dis je suis navrée
Monsieur vous devez suivre l’officier
J’ai dis je referai jamais
2 mois plus tard la BAC toque à ma porte
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn

[Couplet 2 – Mazen]

Ici tout le monde veut briller
Je compte mes billets
5h du mat je vais killer 40 pétards dans l’ cendrier
Seul dans ta cellule elle t’a laissé
Trop d’ frères partis trop tôt qui repose en paix
Habitué à faire des coups parloir numéro d’écrou gyrophare Ouais tu connais nos life
Habitué à faire des sous maman pleure en rentrent seul Ouais tu connais nos life
Au hram on est abonné toute l’année ça fait que charbonner sur le pavé
Ouais tu connais nos life
Tu peux tfaire tuer par la jalousie
Ou dans la nuit cagoulé ouais tu connais nos life

[Refrain – Sky]

Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn

[Couplet 3 – Sky]

Les p’tits veulent pas marcher sur la lune
Non ce qu’ils veulent gros c’est marcher sur l’or
Mais quand tu montes le AK t’allume
Dans Le Sud on est à L’ouest perd le Nord
Les petits veulent pas marcher sur la lune
Non ce qu’ils veulent gros c’est marcher sur l’or
Mais quand tu montes le AK t’allume
Dans le Sud on Est à L’ouest on en perd le Nord

[Pont]
J’avais pas un euro en poche
Ma belle dit pas que j’ai d’la veine
Où t’étais quand j’étais en taule
La juge m’a dit je suis navrée
Monsieur vous devez suivre l’officier
J’ai dis je referai jamais
2 mois plus tard la BAC toque à ma porte

[Refrain – Sky]
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn
Trop de vécu j’ai trop de vécu tu sais
Heinnnn

[Intro]
Hold on… *lighter flicks up*
Yeah, it’s gonna be alright
Don’t trip, baby *inhales*
It’ll get better… *coughing*
Aye, do this thug style, man, thug style
When this whole beat drop
We just gon’ run it to ’em
Bet, it’s all good, uhh

[Verse 1]
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin’ weed in my bag lunch
And all through Junior High, we was just gettin’ by
And drive-by’s robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart
I was hopeless from the start
They couldn’t tell me nothin’, they all tried to help me
The marijuana had my mind gone, it wasn’t healthy
I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year
I felt the pain and the rain, but I’m still here
Never did like the police
Let the whole world know, now I gets no peace
‘Cause they chasin’ me down
And facin’ me now, what do I do?
These things that a thug goes through
And still I rise, so keep your head up
And make your mind strong
It’s a struggle every day, but you gotta hold on

[Hook]
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
When it’s on, it’s on

[Verse 2]
There’s never a good day, ‘cause in my hood they
Let they AK’s pump strays where the kids play
And every Halloween, check out the murder scene
Can’t help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
My homies dyin’ before they get to see they birthdays
These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
I know that ain’t the truth, sometimes I look for proof
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto, and if it does
Does it matter if you Blood or you Cuz?
Remember how it was?
The picnics and the parties in the projects
Small time drinkin’, gettin’ high with them armies
Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
I’m dealin’ with the madness, raised by a single mother
I’m tryin’ to tell you when it’s on
You gotta keep your head to the sky
And be strong, most of all, hold on

[Hook]
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
Hold on, be strong!
When it’s on, it’s on

[Outro]
(Hold on, be strong *repeats in background*)
I know them ain’t tears comin’ down your face
Wipe your eyes
In this world, only the strong survive, you know?
Hehe, I know it’s hard out there
Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes, muggings, car-jackings
Yeah, we got problems
But believe me when I tell you things always get better
God don’t like ugly, and God don’t like no quitters
You know what Billie Holiday said?
Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own
You know? You got to stand strong
And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
You stand there to they face
Tell ’em "Hold on!", and be strong
The game don’t stop, huh
This here is black, man
If you don’t never learn nothin’, learn one thing
It don’t stop, ’til the casket drop
Thug for life… feel me?
All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
When things get bad
Especially come the first and the fifteenth
Stay strong, and stay ballin’, hold on
I’ll catch y’all at the next life, we in traffic

They got a nigga shedding tears, reminiscin on my past fears
Cause shit was hectic for me last year
It appears that I’ve been marked for death
My heartless breath, the underlying cause of my arrest
My life is stressed, and no rest forever weary
My eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery
Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary
But at times unnessecary, I’m gettin worried
Teardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic
And certain death for us ghetto bastards
What can we do when we’re arrested, but open fire
Life in the pen ain’t for me, cause I’d rather die
But don’t cry through your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggaz on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he clutchin on a four-five
My neighborhood ain’t the same
Cause all these little babies goin crazy and they sufferin in the game
And I swear it’s like a trap
But I ain’t given up on the hood it’s all good when I go back
Hoes show me love, niggaz give me props
Forever hop cause it don’t stop… on my block

Now shit’s constantly hot, on my block, it never fails to be gunshots
Can’t explain a mother’s pain, when her son drops
Black male slippin in hail when will we prevail
Fearin jail but crack sales got me livin well
And the system’s sucidal with this Thug’s Life
Stayin strapped forever strapped in this drug life
God help me, cause I’m starvin, can’t get a job
So I resort to violent robberies, my life is hard
Can’t sleep cause all the dirt make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
Till this day I still pray for a better way
Can’t help but feel hopeless and heartbroke
From the start I felt the racism cause I’m dark
Couldn’t quit the bullshit make me represent
Hit the bar and played the star, everywhere I went
In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own
I close my eyes and picture home… on my block

And I can’t help but wonder whhhy, so many young kids had to die
Caught strays from AK’s and the driveby
Swollen pride and homicide, don’t coincide
Brothers cry for broken lives, mama come inside
Cause our block is filled with danger
Used to be a close knit community but now we’re all cold strangers
Time changes us to stone them crack pipes
All up and down the block exterminatin black life
But I can’t blame the dealers
My mama’s welfare check has brought the next man chrome wheels
Shit’s real, I know ya feel, my tragedy
A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor
Gamin the hoochies hopin I can get to sleep with her
It’s a man’s world, stayin strapped
Fantasies of a nigga livin phat, but held back
Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless
Wide eyed and losin focus… on my block

And block parties in tha projects lastin way past daylight
A young nigga learned to break nine
Used to play fight with my homies but they stuck in the pen
I send them ends, but it’s tough on a friend, in my mind
I see the same motherfuckers ballin
Alcohol will make a lazy nigga slip and fall, miss his call
I know the young niggaz understand this
Growing up in this world where everything is scandalous
I reminisce on tha fast times, past crimes
Tryin to cop a slice of pizza with my last dime
Can’t explain, just what attracts me to this dirty game
Gold chains, some extra change, and the street fame
And what’s strange is that everybody knows my name, swear they all know me
And lots of cash make a nigga change
I hit the green just to maintain, feelin pain
For all the niggaz that I lost to the game… from my block

[Hook]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a fuck nigga give it up (Grrr)
Nigga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck (Nahhh)
Say you a real nigga you ain’t real enough (Nahhh)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grrr)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang nigga we don’t give a fuck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em

[Verse 1]
Shoot em up
Hit em up
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck
Nigga just talkin’ he ain’t really tough
We a pop out we ain’t in the cut
Shoot em up
Hit em up
Rappin’ ass nigga you ain’t real enough
500 round drum then I fill it up
Had a party in the club so we lit it up
Gang gang nigga we don’t play
He shoot gun he can’t hang round
Gun a nigga down with a k round
Headshot make a nigga stay down
Headshot make a nigga stay down
Lay down
Bring a hundred killas where you hang down
Choppas on deck pull up have a bang out
We don’t talk 30s no more don’t play down
Pull up got hundred least 50
All my niggas holding on simis
All the real shooters ride with me
We done terrorise the whole city
Ridin’ round town with a AK
With the gang gang
If you hear me don’t play play
Nigga spary spray
You don’t see me just wait for his pay
[?] go dumb like Day Day
Gang gang

[Hook]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a fuck nigga give it up (Grrr)
Nigga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck (Nahhh)
Say you a real nigga you ain’t real enough (Nahhh)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grrr)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang nigga we don’t give a fuck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em

[Verse 2]
Free the gang nigga fuck 12
I ain’t scared of jail put me in a cell
Young rich nigga imma pay the bill
Then I’m comin’ home and I’m bring hell
I’m a real felon I’ll getchu whacked
On that gang shit a whole lotta dat
First day out I wasn’t tryna rap
I was on the block tryna buy mac
I ain’t trine be no rapper friend
Diss my then you gettin’ banned
Play with us shoot em where he stand
I know bout a couple niggas dead
How you scared of another man
Imma real savage no I never ran
Yungins shoots whenever I demand
Imma let him smoke it I can’t second hand
Ready I come where your block at
Ready where I am at
Fuck where I’m not at
Stay with the pole you know I got dat
Run up on Beezy I do not advise that
My niggas on you ain’t no way to stop that
Nigga keep hollin’ I suggest you stop that
Once lil Brody start cockin’ that shot back
No where around it your head gettin’ knocked back

[Hook]
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
You ain’t got no guns like get em up (Nahhh)
Run up on a fuck nigga give it up (Grrr)
Nigga want beef we’ll fill him up (Boom boom)
Shoot em up (Boom)
Hit em up (Boom)
Young nigga really don’t give a fuck (Nahhh)
Say you a real nigga you ain’t real enough (Nahhh)
Say you got killas then we killing em (Grrr)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Gang gang nigga we don’t give a fuck
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Shoot em up (Gang)
Hit em up (Gang)
Say you got killas then we killing em

[Intro]
Woke up thirty K on me
Woke up thirty K on me
Woke up thirty K on me
Woke up thirty K on me

[Hook: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
New home, chandeliers
Yeah yeah you know the fans here (yeah)
Water wrist, Pellegrino
(?) chandeliers (yeah yeah)
All my bitches got ass and titties
All your bitches got is opinions
Fuck her twice she don’t get a penny
Big T, this how I’m living (straight up)
Rose gold, fucks in the kitchen
Xanny family in my left pocket (yeah)
Gucci cost eighteen fifty
Xan man still in the driveway
Four mains and they all beefin’
(?)
Loco with the dope papa
My whip pina colada

[Verse 1: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
Make it bounce like impala (yeah)
My bitch red hot tamale (yeah)
Mix tamale with the molly
I don’t fuck with no phone [?] (straight up)
Cyber phone, soda poppin’
Pop alert, with the product
She gon’ fuck me, for the culture
Suck me, fuck me, for the culture (straight up)
New home, come over
All my videos, all I’m showing
I’m the shit, automatic toilet
Automatic, semi-automatic
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet

[Hook 2: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
New home, chandeliers
Yeah yeah you know the fans here
Water wrist, Pellegrino
(?) chandeliers
All my bitches got ass and titties
All your bitches got is opinions
Fuck her twice she don’t get a penny
Big T, this how I’m living (it’s lit!)
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
High fashion when I keep a ratchet

[Verse 2: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
Troy Ave keep the thing on me (yeah yeah yeah)
Avianne, I keep a chain on me
All these strippers like halo me
Then I save ’em and they hate on me
Woke up thirty K on me
Told the bitch, skip work spend the day with me (it’s lit!)
All day she just lay on me (yeah)
Wait for me I got the weight on me (yeah)
AK with a K on me (yeah yeah)
Fly nigga, we the wing team
Fuck right before I go to sleep
She swallow cum, have sweet dreams
She swallow cum, have sweet dreams (straight up)
Campaign my accessory (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Can’t let a nigga flex on me
Tell M.A. I know Headphanie
She just gave some head to me (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Head to me, head to me
Got a interracial in the bed with me (straight up)
Got a interracial in the bed with me
I’m the new, Killa Cam
I’m the new, Killa Cam
Earrings, Killa Cam
Bracelet, Killa Cam
Bandana like Santana
Name on the gate like Hammer
Banana clip in a dick banana
Yeah bitch, banana banansa

[Hook 2: Tyga & (Travis Scott)]
New home, chandeliers
Yeah yeah you know the fans here
Water wrist, Pellegrino
[?] chandeliers
All my bitches got ass and titties
All your bitches got is opinions
Fuck her twice she don’t get a penny
Big T, this how I’m living (it’s lit!)
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
High fashion when I keep a ratchet

[Outro]
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
Top model, still a ratchet
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
All we fuck is high fashion ratchets
High fashion when I keep a ratchet

Here’s another topic I’m addressin
So learn a quick lesson, about your Smith and Wesson
Sit your ass back and comprehend
As I let you know about man’s best friend
Now remember: it used to be a dog like Lassie
But now in ninety-one it’s a gun if you asked me
Just like a jimmy hat’s used for protection
I use my nine when suckers start to flexin
Cause if you run up and try to play mine
I’d rather have a AK than a fuckin canine
Cause if you shot your gun, and my dog tried to fetch her
Me and the dog’s goin out on a stretcher
And I ain’t with that, so I gotta get that
Big black gat, aim and I hit that
Forget about a dog fool, he’ll shit in the den
Nowadays, a gat is man’s best friend

Here is the reason why Ice Cube pack
Just in case the little punks try to jack
I can’t put a motherfuckin pitbull
Under a coat, in the small of my back
So I gotta take my beretta, and I betcha
It’ll probably work, a 100 percent better
Cause it’ll keep me out of danger
With sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber
So this goes to all y’all intruders
Beware of the owner, cause the owner is a shooter
I don’t just wanna give your ass rabies
I’d rather have your ass pushing up daisies
And I can’t do that with Benji
Rin Tin Tin, or Spuds McKenzie
Forget about a dog fool, he’ll shit in the den
Nowadays, a gat is man’s best friend

[Intro]
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t cut like that, my nigga
You ain’t cut like that

[Hook]
20 on my wrist
30 on my neck
These niggas be saying they getting money
But you ain’t cut like that
Pull up drop top benz
With the choppa in the back
Niggas try to snatch my chain
But you ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
No he ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
Nah he ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that, my nigga
He ain’t cut like that

[Verse 1]
Bitch I been getting money
He ain’t cut like that
All that flexing you doing
Watch bitch you ain’t looking that
My niggas take you down for packs bitch
You ain’t cut like that
Yall niggas talking on the twitter
That’s the internet
These niggas get robbed for their chain, bitch
We ain’t giving it back
And we ain’t got no big homies
Who the fuck is that?
Real gangstas move in silence
So we ain’t talking back
And if it’s about some money then hit my jack

Jack ohhhhhh
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t built like that, nahh

[Hook]
20 on my wrist
30 on my neck
These niggas be saying they getting money
But you ain’t cut like that
Pull up drop top benz
With the choppa in the back
Niggas try to snatch my chain
But you ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
No he ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
Nah he ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that, my nigga
He ain’t cut like that

[Verse 2]
AK lodged in my duffle bag
These niggas want to smoke
But we ain’t having that
Niggas steady tweeting
I got it on me for a reason
Click clack boom you squeezing
I did my wrist in [?]
I fuck these bitches in two’s
I fuck your bitch by the pool
Please don’t try me fool
I’m a loose screw
Cuz you ain’t cut like that
You ain’t built like that
You ain’t cut like that
Nah you ain’t built like that

You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t cut like that
You ain’t built like that

[Hook]
20 on my wrist
30 on my neck
These niggas be saying they getting money
But you ain’t cut like that
Pull up drop top benz
With the choppa in the back
Niggas try to snatch my chain
But you ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
No he ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
Nah he ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that
He ain’t cut like that, my nigga
He ain’t cut like that

[Intro]
(Henging Tree)
We sen’ dem home yaad
Bwoy dead like stray dog
New Member inna the graveyard

[Verse 1]
Bwoy, you a punk a you throat me a go slash
Pussy weh you know ’bout buzz Gaza ash
M1 rifle strap on ‘pon me back
Crack your skull like calabash

Pussy have you ever knock it inna traffic
Have you ever buss a man throat with a hatchet
You no know nothing ’bout badness watch it
Mack 90 go deal with you crabbit
Seh dem a badman a liar dem
Man show you rifle, you never fire dem
A could a who a hire dem
Markus mek we wire dem

[Chorus]
Go suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

[Verse 2]
Use the Uzi and go shell dem endz
Dem a try jump fence, me corel dem Benz
Likkle jackass no have no fucking sense
Fully auto squeeze inna your contact lens
Dash weh dem body fi dem stink and wrenk
Bwoy live inna cement, a no accident
No care how much bloodclaat gun dem rent
Man we kill dem inna any event

[Chorus]
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

[Verse 3]
Buss the AK with me right hand
Big matic shub out a the van
Any bwoy weh a claim dem a don
Copper mek you skin look like Yellow Man
So me lift up every gun weh me have fi go kill dem slowly
Me see the likkle priest dem a mek talk
And dem still don’t know me
Pussy, you no bad like Rihanna
Shot will play inna your head like piano
Me and your badness could a never similar
Your friend dem go dead from the K weh me give Miller

[Chorus]
Go suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly
The Sig triangle broad
Shot a play inna your head like Loodie
I am so fucking Unruly
No likkle bwoy wanna be don cyaan fool me
Suck your mother, dawg
You no bad like Unruly

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
If your life’s a rollercoaster ride that shit out never sober
Got the weight up on my shoulders
Play no games like no controllers
Got your bitch inside the rover
Blowing dope she like mimosas
Say your prayers to my poster
On her knees and fat
We call that the Colin Kap
Hit the fade and count the pack
Laughing at the message that you sent like
"Baby call me back!"
Look at where we started at
Flatbush to the cul-de-sac
Puffing so much dank I be the first to catch a heart attack
Fuck what niggas told you, I don’t fuck with locals
See me I be global
Can’t hit me on my mobile thats reserved for hoes fool and paper calls to fall through
Ricky Rozay boss moves, impossible to talk to
Say which nigga got a problem step to him no hesitation
Let that trippy shit confuse you
All my hitters for the shaking
Blowing dope inside a penthouse came a long way from the basement
Nigga [?]

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

[Verse 2: AK The Savior]
Medicated hella faded don’t take L’s I just inhale it
Straight from hell I burn the pavement
Got your girl I might replace you
For the night the pussy vacant, super soaking wet
Power pole extend
No heroics just aerobics kick her out the gym
Chuck the top like knowledge on my fam
I’m riding through my lands
Passenger god is from the gram
You probably a fan
Sippin’ on a pint of purple trance
It’s like [?]
Down to pull my life out for these bands
You call it a trance
And challenge my niggas high-caliber
Couple of savages due to their habitat
Niggas be actors but not with their action
Stealing the flow but good thing I mastered that
AK the GOAT and you niggas is green
Chewing you up and I’m mashing my teeth
Ain’t no more momentum headed to me
Got the passion on me and the man in my [?]
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads
Don’t show me love cause they know I’m a threat
Know that I’m golly underneath the flesh
Money is my time and you niggas hold your breath
Put a vest on your body but I’m shooting heads

[Chorus: Issa Gold & AK The Savior]
Get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right
‘Said get your head right, nigga get your head right

Letra Luigi 21 Plus – La movie

Ya nadie te cree a ti ni a tu instagram
Tú no eres millo’ y tampoco calle
Yo soy así cabron no vo’a cambiar
siempre real más no confió en nadie.(la movie)

Si eres real, cumple tu palabra
el hombre lo que habla lo respalda
aplícate el refrán, del perro que ladra
que a nadie le meten cabra
Por más que bregues de corazón
Siempre salen un puerco
Y se te vira un lechón
estos hijo ‘e p*** andan en manada
salgan cabron que llego su temporada
Se hacen los humildes gusanos
y uno de buena fe le da la mano
se quejan de que nadie les ayuda
pero cuando se crecen después ni me saludan.

Ahora todos son calle
Y que es eso
Si ilegalmente no se han buscado un peso
digan lo que digan, cuidado con eso
Que ustedes no resuelven
Nací para preso
Luces, cámaras y acción
veo otro lambe bicho en formación
Roncando de día y de armamento
Y se cree ser el artista del momento
Dice ser leal
Pero para ser leal
Te tienes que probar
Y aunque la lealtad
En un papel no se firma
Cabron con esto se confirma.

Yeh Yehhh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh verssuri-lyrics.info
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yeh.

Muchos hablan de lealtad
Sin conocerla
No pueden mantenerla
Porque no son reales
Por mí que se muera
To’ el cabron que no sirve
Por mí que se muera
Yo sigo firme
Me lo bacteria
El veneno pa’
Tu elterea
Tu vida es una comedia
Yo soy dueño de la feria
Falso cantante
Morirán por donde vienen
Si dan
Van por Ñengo
Acribillar.

La fama lo vuelve loco
La rata son ratas
Yo no me equivoco
Mera mama bicho
Mejor baja el moco
Mera ese hijo ‘e p***
Te vo’a dar uno poco
No ignoren su suerte
Que andan con una glockpeta a la muerte
Loco por envolverte
Pa’ sacarte de gato por si estas al frente
Gano la falsa de na’
Y en tiro la hipocresía
Seguimo’ activo todavía
¿Que?
Ñengo en nadie confía
Ñengo le pone el peine clear lija vacía
Estas lista de embuste
Después no se frustren
Me pongo pa’ ustedes
Se van y la junte
Apunar mi repute
Empiezan ejecute
Que vamo’ a ver
Cuando el AK se empute.

Yeh Yeh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yeh hh.

Ando con Mercedes deportivo
No con 2 hijo’ de p*** que son impulsivo
Cazando par de lechone’ fugitivo
Que se me escaparon
Pero están más muerto’ que vivo’
Lo que vivo casi nunca lo escribo
Y lo que escribo casi nunca lo vivo
Lo que ando buscando es una excusa
Un motivo
Pa’ arrastrarlo
Amarra’o de los estribos
Mi carro está en sold out
Mi casa está en salda
Y estos colegas peleando por falda’
A mí me mama el bicho el cantante
El corista, el dj
Hasta tu guardaespaldas
Conmigo ha visto el roce
Que pa’ meterte ya tengo la pose
Cabron tú y tu jefe a mí me conocen
No me hagas ponerte la boca a las 12
Me he venido y pa’ en fila
Yo nunca he corrido por pila
Deja la marea tranquila
Que mi combo es mío
Hijo ‘e p***
El tuyo tu no alquila
Te recomiendo que pidas ayuda
Que no va a llevarte
Ni flore’ en la viuda
Sigue apostándole
Al santo y al buda
Hasta que el huracán te sacuda
¡Pusho!

Yeh Yeh
Cabrone’ ya bajen la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Que to’ el mundo sabe quién eres ya
Yeh
Cabrone’ bajen ya la movie
Se pasan fronteando
Y no tienen na’
No tienen na’
Yehhh.
Luigi 21 Plus letras
Video movie

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said "Fuck the streets" and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….

[Verse 1]
In this moment, erase my fears
Only time for action, no time for tears
All these years been preparin’ for right now
When they see the AK barrel, they pipe down
White sheets and nightgowns, sniffin’ that blood hounds
Soldier, swallowed my own sweat and won’t drown
My squad is thorough, my infiltry fifth ward
Scars on faces, long way from a ghetto boy
I’m built for this, I killed for this
Put everythin’ on the line, blood spilled for this
They consider it madness, grew up an ignorant bastard
If it wasn’t ’bout guns, I was skippin’ them classes
Thickest assassin, pull it the fastest
Cock it and blast it, runnin’ my racket
Put ’em all in the casket
Strikin’ them matches, wrap you in plastic
Turn you to ashes
Call me for duty and I’ll murder the masses

[Hook]
Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
What else, what else
Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive ’til the end of the game? What else, what else

[Verse 2]
I’m on a suicide mission with pistols, I won’t miss you
You with me, I’m with you, if not, the slug gon’ hit you
Rip through your tissue, I don’t think the world gon’ miss you
Full magazine, 15 covers, the next issue
Ghost, not the luxury car, I’m talkin’ hollows
Sub-missiles flyin’ through the sky
You can find me in the shark tank, topped off, loadin’ the scars
Tramplin’ dead bodies in the field, full of blood
No remorse, of course we gon’ be lit
We soldiers, trained to murder and won’t miss
No time to piss, the realest in the midst
Lost in foreign land and we eat where we shit
Long machete arms, get chopped up in the jungle
Today could be your last, to hard to remain humble
Die by yourself ’cause you was born on your own
Some of the greatest kings got murdered on they thrones

[Hook]
Can I live? Can I breathe? Or will I die with this flag on my sleeve?
What else, what else
Is it war? Is it pain? Will I survive ’til the end of the game? What else, what else

Lyrics Future – Use me

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, ohhh.(use me)

Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me versuri-lyrics.info
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use meee
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for.

Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when even I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’.

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can.

Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get xanned out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out
My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
Cause I was trappin’ at Grandma’s house when I came out
I said “f*ck the streets” and made my own lane now
When you get high enough, you can dodge raindrops
And tell your momma and your daddy you in a gang now.

You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use meee
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for.

Use meee to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use meee
Use me, then use meee
Then you better, then you better
Use meee
Use meee
Use meee.
Future lyrics
Video me

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh

[Bridge]
Tools, tools, I keep them tools
I keep them tools, tools
I keep them tools, ooh
These tools are for you to use
These tools are for you to use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Oooh, use me, what you want me for
Use me
Yeah, oh, use me, ooh-ooh
Use me what you want me for

[Verse 1]
Yes to the tights that you like, they are see-through
Guess you can rock those when I don’t see you
Who piss you off, baby? Tell me, what he do?
I’ll call your ex if you really want me to
I’ll grab your whip and take it back to Chi-Town
When I’m in Chi-Town, I treat it like it’s my town
I’ll scoop your son up from your baby daddy
From this point on, you don’t have to deal with talkin’

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Any way, you can

[Verse 2]
Thousand karats on my hand, ’bout to get Xan’d out
I can always lean on these bands when niggas is not around
I got an AK on my shoulder, my trigger finger hot
I feel like Pink Floyd with the lean out
I feel like Pretty Boy, Money Team out
Kissin’ on the water with my chains out

My life is more effective than a cocaine drop
‘Cause I was trappin’ at grandma’s house when I came out
I said, “Fuck the streets, ” and made made my own lane now
When you get high enough you can dodge raindrops
And tell your mama and your daddy you in a gang now

[Chorus]
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of tries, oh, oh
You know that niggas full of lies, oh, oh
You know that niggas is full of tries, oh, oh
Just so you know, I need you to know how to use me
Tell me what you’re usin’ me for

[Outro]
Use me to make me better
Oh, yeah you can use me
Use me, then use me
Then you better, then you better
Use me
Use me….
Use me….

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

[Verse 1: Nines]
Ask my nigga Nunu how we went through all them rubber bands
Remember when I kop the Ice hublot with the rubber band
Made 30K this week I’m nothing like them other man
I’m on a different level now but I don’t think they understand
Last year I would have stressed my pockets if I copped a Range
Funny how in a couple months, how luck could change
Old niggas on the track, bragging ’bout watch and chain
Next album I’ll probably rap about yachts and planes
Pull up on the block, all them yungens circle ’round the Porsche
Came a long way from the Gilera with the loud exhaust
Shit was slow, mandem was moving like some scavengers
Never going broke again I’m cool with all the traffickers
Jazzy said chill and let them young bucks spray them tools
Think they hating now, watch when I upgrade my jewels
My lil’ niggas know a nigga spend a monkey on some shoes
Trappin’ from a distance can’t see them junkies from these views
Grew up ’round some of the best niggas to do it
Now we fucking with them Albo’s they like the Mexicans of Europe
They don’t play me on the radio but I don’t give a fuck
I’ve buried P, went broke, then I had to dig it out

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

[Verse 2: Berner]
Empty boxes got me nauseous
Six burner phones in my faucet
We buy phones and we wash ’em
Digging holes to find a million dollars [?], ain’t sweet
I’ve been broke, same clothes for a week
Fresh off the plane I see badges fuck the D.E.A
This piece costs a couple more G’s, when it leave the States
Started from the bottom, with a key of yay
I’m ridin’ round dirty in this Honda, I don’t need the Wraith
They grabbed Stack, we just laughed when he beat the case
Cookies with the cheese, [?] bring me strains
Bring the jack back, I’m smoking for the JA
Black hoodie with the AK
Dirty money bring the devil out, bag the lemonade
Put my gloves on, then we send ’em out
80 for a 20 pack, yeah I’m talking locally
Here in the city, I’m still getting [?]
The rest of them getting 2, they can’t even sell ’em though
I could never sell ’em low, I’d rather be selling blow
Talking on the telephone, now he’s never coming home
The dope gang dirty yeah, they don’t love you until you’re gone

[Chorus: Nines]
How can I give this all up
This is all I wanted to be
This music money isn’t enough
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys
I just can’t get caught with these keys
With these keys, with these keys

[Verse 1]
I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hairr
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

Aye, born in the middle of the West
Lil nigga, living in the middle of death
Raised around killers, that’s why little impress
Outside white folks, it must sound I’m a little oppressed
And I’m sorry my niggas, but I think you the best
You don’t need no Khaled, because that’s on me, valid
Let me push my brother, we don’t need no malice
Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon’ need a palace

Niggas want JJ’s, don’t eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he’ll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man it’s so tragic
Fireworks on the lake front, that shit look like Magic

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

Aye, born in the middle of the West
Lil nigga, living in the middle of death
Raised around killers, that’s why little impress
Outside white folks, it must sound I’m a little oppressed
And I’m sorry my niggas, but I think you the best
You don’t need no Khaled, because that’s on me, valid
Let me push my brother, we don’t need no malice
Niggas raised in the projects, now they gon’ need a palace

Niggas want JJ’s, don’t eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he’ll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man it’s so tragic
Fireworks on the lake front, that shit look like Magic

City of the year, City of the year
That’s where I’m from
City of the year, City of the year
They don’t want none
City of the year, City of the year
Them hoes can’t come
Go hard to go home
I’m turned up in the ‘Go zone

[Verse 1]
I picked lil’ momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I’m smashin’ from the back and pull her weave out her hair
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her ‘bye, bitch I got dope to go sell’
Bitches love me but they know I’m a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil’ momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said ‘girl, you can’t be serious’
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11’s, AK’s and TEC’s in the addict
I got bad habits that’s what got me livin’ lavish
So I can’t complain uh bitch you know my name

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin’ a back massage while I’m eatin’ fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that’s what I do
I’m in a mansion with my son playin’ peek-a-boo
Boy you don’t take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin’ these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame

[Hook]
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon’ ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin’ with my new bitch

[Intro: Offset]
You know young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)
[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I’m a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, woah (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come for me (come for me)
I swear these niggas under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
We did the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)
My diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low Act’ rate (Act’)
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, KiD CuDi (drank)
Introduce me your bitch ass wifey and we know she sluttin
Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga duckin
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (Draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
How about the suicide with the Uzi? (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’, I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’, I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh, switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Oh, oh, now she won’t fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of ‘Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hot you through the gate
Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)
So much money they use rakes
Count 100,000 in your face (in your face)
Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, oh
She talk to me like she knew me, yah
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah
Yeah, wakin’ up right to a two piece, yah
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yah
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yah
Yeah, boy you so fake like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody with the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Intro: Future]
Better hope you die a gangster, gangster, gangsta
Super, out of here, yeah

[Bridge: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you plan on game, there’s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put them O’s in an asshole
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
I’m running on X pills, I’m out of control
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah

[Pre-Hook: Future]
I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings
For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado, this a motherfuckin’ trip

[Hook: Future]
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
60 K on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playin’, they got spilt
Went I hit the set you better dip
Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush in a leaf
Told you niggas I’m a beast
If you try your luck, it ain’t sweet
I’ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the East
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump fakin’ with some riders
You lucky they ain’t hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smokin’ marijuana
Pulled up in his side of trenches
Pulled up, get a nigga whacked
Pulled up, took a nigga ho
Pluto running through the racks

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Just got a Black Card… just to go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump? I’ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa, I’ma fuck up the profit
I’m the Grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking
I’m talkin’.. too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is.. too rocky, they done let Wop loose
I’m talkin’.. plug talk, this don’t pertain to you
‘Cause I’m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meetin’ with my shooters, it’s been arranged for you
I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne’s for you
You’re talkin’ gangster but you’se a lame, this ain’t the lane for you
This FBG and 1017, this ain’t the gang for you
It’s Wop

[Hook: Future]
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I’m pissed off, I’m pissed off, somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ain’t real
Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can’t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
Fuck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it (serve)

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

(Offset!)
Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she fuck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (hey)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These bitch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad bitch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya ( brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire)

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)

I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My bitches, I spoil them like children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence

Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s fuck the cops (fuck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
Fuck it I seize a knot

Pop a perky just to start up (pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo’
Ran down on them and told them niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions; I told ’em "I don’t know,"
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and told them "adios!"
Brought my money up, I’m looking like King Jaffe Jo’
I ain’t make "Panda," but I’ve been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I’m quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y’all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I’m packing the pool stick
Mad ’cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I’m faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I’ll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I’m grabbin’ the [?]
Back with the movement, it’s a fact you a true bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you’d rather defuse it, your head, I’ll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I’m Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders were hit in the genitals [?]

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
On my BS, we platium Day’s and diamond Jesus
Had some rumors they killing ’em, that’s an understate’
Same nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I ain’t got a view
And all my bitches is loyal, they got a debt or two
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could’ve bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sent you, tell your niggas what the gun do
.45’ll miss, the AK’ll hit
Everybody lit ’til they laying in shit!
Your love is a 187
I’ve been killing ’em softly, get in niggas’ apartments!

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Outro: Fat Joe (Jaquae)]
(Jaquae! Jaquae!)
Coka the Don
Double P!
(Papoose, Pa-poose!)

[Verse 1]
Hop on the dick like a maniac
Head like a brainiac
Gotta read the sign like a zodiac
I’m a lowkey freak, you don’t know me yet?
Good head, got a little bite to it
Little booty, got a little bounce to it
We could go all damn night to it
Wife that, gon’ throw rice to it

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I, oh I don’t wait too long
Oh his dick is way too long
I think I take it all
Oh why? Oh why you acting scared?
Pull that pull up like a chair
Know you see me over here

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
You just made love to a maniac, maniac

[Verse 2]
I must, I must, I must, I
Must admit I’m in love with your sex
Every single day, baby give me your best
Every single day, you be gettin’ this neck
I be gettin’ no rest, just took two breaths (ahh, ahh)
Need a vacay
Nigga shot more rounds than a AK
Goin’ ’round ’round ’round like an AA
Got me showin’ up late for the late late

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I, oh I don’t wait too long
Oh his dick is way too long
I think I take it all
Oh why? Oh why you acting scared?
Pull that pull up like a chair
Know you see me over here

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
You just made love to a maniac, maniac
Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?
With a maniac (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make you fall in love with a maniac (with a maniac)

[Verse 3]
I stay up all night for ya, I’m trooper
Call in a request, I pick up, pull up quick as Uber
Anywhere, everywhere, you turn me to addict
If you love me like you say you do then get it tatted
Do you, do you, do you, I know how to do you
Flip me over then maneuver
As long as a ruler, you the ruler
Don’t tell nobody else, that’s the rule, yeah
Ass in the air, feet in the air
Weed in the air, we in the air, me and you stare
Night shift take the stress away
Then the second round take the rest away

[Chorus]
Have you ever fucked with a maniac, maniac?
(Have you ever… loved with a maniac, baby)
You just made love to a maniac, maniac
(You just made love to a maniac)
Do you wanna fuck with a maniac?
(Do you wanna… fuck with a… maniac, maniac)
Make you fall in love with a maniac, maniac
(Make you fall in love)

[Outro]
You just fucked around
You just fucked around
You just fucked around
With a maniac, ma-ma-maniac
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
How you like me now?
I’m a maniac
I’m a mothafuckin’ maniac
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who love this pussy? You love this pussy
Who love this pussy? You love this pussy
I know that you like it, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know

[Hook: Offset]
I beat the case, all this cash that I make
Pull up in Wraiths, had to chop off the [?]
Pull up in them horses, two million endorsements
Tryna get on some Forbes shit
Wave the flag it’s a forfeit
Money come ’round like a orbit
Evaporation, I absorb it
Lambo green it’s a tortoise
Eat the molly ’til I’m nauseous
Surround myself with the bosses
Cause they done had it and they lost it
These diamonds hittin’ on me [?]
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me

[Verse 1: Offset]
My diamonds green, not from Boston
You talking mean so I often
You was a lawyer so you lost me
Deliver my diamonds I ordered these
I kick the bitch out, she recorded me
I double back cause she a [?]
You niggas is soft like velour [?]
Stack it, stack it, stack it up
A whole ‘nother bracket, I leveled up
All of the gang, got bezeled up
Stay in your lane you don’t make enough
Parked the Benz on the side
My ex-bitch got 5
Frog eyes, mob ties
She choosing on me, all live
All [?] black pride
Lambo doors open wide
Sipping Actavis, a 9
Cocaine still alive

[Hook: Offset]
I beat the case, all this cash that I make
Pull up in Wraiths, had to chop off the [?]
Pull up in them horses, two million endorsements
Tryna get on some Forbes shit
Wave the flag it’s a forfeit
Money come ’round like a orbit
Evaporation, I absorb it
Lambo green it’s a tortoise
Eat the molly ’til I’m nauseous
Surround myself with the bosses
Cause they done had it and they lost it
These diamonds hittin’ on me [?]
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I fucked the bitch she caused a collar
I fix my chain, I pop my collar
I take out flights out to the pilot
I walk in the bank and deposit
I came out from Fiji from overseas
I’m fucking that bitch from the Philipines
Don’t try to look you can’t ordered these
I put some nut on her double d’s
My short got a snake by double G
I see it, I buy if I want it
Got VVS [?]
[?] loner
I just put a AK on my shoulder
She got a new spot for the soldiers
[?] that new Bentley truck [?] over
I’ma thumb through the check ’til it’s over
The [?] can’t see a E
Still can pull up and cop a P
The police ain’t shit they can’t stop a G
Dropped a 100 k when they indicted me

[Hook: Offset]
I beat the case, all this cash that I make
Pull up in Wraiths, had to chop off the [?]
Pull up in them horses, two million endorsements
Tryna get on some Forbes shit
Wave the flag it’s a forfeit
Money come ’round like a orbit
Evaporation, I absorb it
Lambo green it’s a tortoise
Eat the molly ’til I’m nauseous
Surround myself with the bosses
Cause they done had it and they lost it
These diamonds hittin’ on me [?]
I fucked your bitch and it ain’t cost me

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Verse 1]
Stay with the shits, still in the mix
Still hitting licks, still taking trips
Riding with the choppa on my biker gang shit
Remember back then when I ain’t have shit
Bad ass jake put the jump in your waist
Screech off with the shit
Take off with your shit, cash out, invest in the zip
Tryna make a flip, serving it [?]
Tool on my hip
I’m too hip to the shit
The beef [?]
Niggas put you in a ditch
Going down a clif
Boy don’t get your shit split
Stop watching me, suggest you watch your bitch
Told her give me no shit, give me no lip
I could ask baby girl I’m the shit
Youngin masked up on some every day shit
Dressed in all black, that”s some everyday shit
On probation, still tote 30 clips
Rather get caught with it than to get caught with out it
Imma save the bread up till it start to rot
Had to get a safe shoe box full of knots
Tryna make it out, Just tryna make it out
Road to riches, youngin finally on route
Youngin finally on route

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
They gon do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

My niggas, my brothers, same block, different mothers
Went through the same struggle, we all had to hustle
You from the surburbs, I’m from the jungle
No time to fumble, I’m tryna bubble

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Hook]
Down from the trenches is where we stay and some shit
So you better watch what you say out your lips
Tho they do you dirty, I stay with the grip
Plus I got a mini AK in the whip
Youngins in the field every day with the shits
Niggas get killed every day where we live
I just dropped another 50K on my wrist
You ain’t taking shit from me it’s gon stay on my wrist

[Intro]
Hey, hey k-
Hey kids!
(This is so crazy!)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Say hello to the masters, on behalf of the classless masses
We showed up, ski masks, picks, and axes to murder asses
Lift up our glasses and watch your palaces burn to ashes
Fucking fascists, who the fuck are you to give fifty lashes
All cause I’m motivated, stimulated, never smoking simulated happy and burning hashes
Killer, killer, dealing with him like he’s a squealer
Get ’em, got ’em, shout ’em, and flipped the matress
Woo! I’m the man bitch, got big ideas, got plans to rob
Any Rothschild living, Bill Gates and the ghost of Jobs
Yeah I said it, I meant it, I ain’t flinchin, Marshawn Lynchin’ it
Run through a motherfucker’s face like ig’nant, isn’t it
Domain eminent, we the preeminant
Villainous willingness, spitting this ready raw rap shit rhyme ridiculous
Enemy grave he digging it, then we piss in it
Us go to hell, we been in it, gettin’ it, yeah

[Hook]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye

[Verse 2: El-P]
Aye, aye kids
I’m the fucking tits, I hold no regard for no fucking myth, hey
I lived half my life to give half my cash to these half man imps
They got half a heart, they give half a fuck, they got half the guns
I got half an hour, I’ll burn half a pound and I have to run
Killers of the earth get scared
You do not get one word
You do not live for the heard
Even you living’s absurd, better off kicked to the curb
That is my word
Back in the Berenstein timeline zip, no wins for the kid oh shit I got curved
In the Berenstain riff, I’m a Biff, so sick when the clock is lit, the whip swerve
It’s like nothin’ not broke, can’t stand the scope in the booth
I disrobe like pederast pope on a play-date
Better call mayday, baby I’ll spray, I’m an AK
They flayed and plated, I’m serving dead meat fame to table
Cain to Abel, death’s apprentice
Run the Jewels’ll make last breaths Brexit

[Hook]
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye
Bumaye

[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Word architect, when I arch the tech, I’ll part ya’ neck
Got bars on deck, that Xanax flow, make you nod your head
Like a gram of blow, you inject
My words infect like insects havin’ incest, I’m in check, like pay day on a Thursday and it’s Wednesday
I’m sensei, you bouquet, you menstruate
That’s pussy all on your template, we skate, skate on ’em twenty-eight
Get pearl tongue like every day, so I Run them Jewels in every state
I kill a mic with Killer Mike, roll el’s out a p with El-P
My self-esteem on king, got head so big no crown can’t fit me
No bitch on my ding-a-ling when she ride on it she wet like a jet-ski
Please be alarmed, be warned
Please be alarmed, be warned
Give up that charm or get harmed
Watch, too or your time gone, and the rings or your life pawned and we gone

[Outro]
You made my eardrums bleed and I will pinch you